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You seemed so giddy this morning but now you were taking far longer than usual to be ready. He knew you well enough to know something was wrong. As much as he didn’t want to go, he didn’t want you to miss an event you were genuinely happy to go to. 

Benedict made his way back to the room, pushing the door open gently. “Love, the carriage will be here soon.” He said, looking into your shared bedroom that was lit brightly from the spring sun. It smelled sweet in there like your perfume and flowers combined, a smell he adored. 

He spotted you standing in front of the mirror. You were dressed beautifully in a soft pastel blue with your hair done nicely with an elegant barrette clipped delicately holding it all together. It was a sight that made his heart flutter and eyes soften with love. Even after all this time, he fell more in love with you each day. 

However, Benedict noticed your hands fidgeting nervously and your face twisted with worry and discomfort. It was a look he became familiar with when he married you. It was difficult, being a woman of high means. It meant so much was expected of you. Your appearance was judged down to a hair out of place and naturally, that led to endless amounts of doubt and deeply rooted insecurity. He sighed softly. 

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice gentle and warm, closing the door behind him. 

Briefly, you turned your head to look at him. Beautiful. It was a word you didn’t feel you met. You couldn’t accept a compliment like that. “Sorry, I’m almost ready.” You mumbled quietly, turning your attention back to your reflection. “I just need a minute.” 

You looked over yourself, noticing every perceived imperfection. You were second guessing everything. Did your hair frame your face well? Did this dress look good with your body? Was this color pretty with your complexion? What would everyone say when they saw you? What would they think but never say? You let out a nervous breath, nitpicking every little thing you could. 

Benedict frowned, hurting to see you in such a state. He watched your eyes fill with insecurity through the reflection. It pained him that you doubted your beauty. How could you not see how perfect you were? How could you not see just how beautiful you were? 

He took a few gentle steps until he was behind you. “I’ve seen that look before.” He said softly, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist and guide you close until your back was pressed to his chest. He leaned in and pressed a soft warm kiss to your cheek. 

You made a weak smile, leaning into his hold. Your hands came to rest over his arms that circled you so lovingly. Your heart felt so full at his casual acts of affection. “What look?” You met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. 

“The one where you doubt your beauty.” Benedict murmured softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. His eyes scanned and admired you in the mirror. He loved how you looked in his arms, how your dress matched his eye color which he had no doubt was an intentional choice by you. It was those little things that made him love you more. “It saddens me when you have that look.” 

Your gaze flickered down, having been caught in your feelings. “..,It is easy to doubt my beauty when I have so little.” You murmured, a frown tugging at your lips. “Honestly, I don't understand what you see in me sometimes.” 

Benedict frowned, his heart aching for you a bit more. “What do I see in you?” He whispered softly. “I see someone kind, funny and compassionate.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “With lovely eyes, and a sweet smile.” He kissed your cheek. “And the most perfect laugh.” He cooed, nuzzling his face against your neck. 

Benedict littered little kisses along your neck, up to your jaw. “Everything about you is beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, soft and warm. “Your face, your body, your voice. All of it.” He smiled against your skin, almost losing himself in the warmth of your presence. “My perfect wife.” 

He managed to get a small smile from you. You leaned more into his hold, trying to look over yourself from his perception. “You only say all those things because you love me.” You smiled weakly, unable to see what he saw. 

“I do love you, completely and irrevocably." Benedict said softly, his eyes meeting yours once more in the reflection. “Without doubt or fear, I love you. I love every part of you, every bit of you.” He smiled lovingly. “But my love for you has nothing to do with your beauty. You are perfect just as you are, my dear.” 

You let out an almost sheepish laugh, your cheeks flushing slightly. “You praise me too highly, Benedict.” You smiled, feeling just a bit better. 

“Oh nonsense, I don’t praise you enough.” He smiled, kissing your neck once more. His hand roamed lovingly over your side while the other stayed gently wrapped around you. “I think you look very beautiful today. Have I mentioned how much I love you in blue?” He chuckled against your skin. “It suits you.” 

You smiled and leaned your head against his. Your hand found his and intertwined your fingers together. “Thank you.” You finally accept his compliments. “I can’t say I feel beautiful today but... you have a way of making me feel better.” 

Benedict pouted his lips slightly. That wasn’t good enough. He wanted you to feel as beautiful as he saw you. He glanced off and slowly shifted his hold from you. “Well, that’s understandable, you’re not completely ready yet.” He smiled that cheeky lopsided smile, pulling from you. 

You turned your head to look at him, confused for a moment. He walked over to one of the dressers and rummaged through it. When he walked back to you, holding a small velvet box. “What is this?” You tilted your head with a little curious smile, wondering what he was up to. 

Benedict placed the box in your hand. “Well, I was waiting for our anniversary but... I think you could have this today. Besides, I don’t think I could wait to give it to you any longer.” He smiled with a small shrug. 

You looked up at him and for a moment, you just felt... confused. Confused that someone could love you so much that he had gifts prepared so readily. Even married as long as you were, it always surprised you how he was always so prepared to spoil you. You made a small chuckle. “You’re sure you want to give this to me now?” 

Benedict nodded gently, his eyes looking at the box with care and a hint of nervousness. He had asked each of his sisters for advice on this gift, even asking his mother because he wanted you to like it. He wanted to get you something that you could wear proudly and feel beautiful in. 

His hands came up to cup yours as a silent gesture to open it. “Please.” 

Slowly, you opened the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace with light blue gems fixed into a flower at the center. “...Oh, Ben... this is-” You felt breathless. It was sweet and thoughtful and so overly romantic. 

His eyes watched you, taking in your reaction. He loved the way your eyes widened and then softened, the way your lips parted letting out a soft gasp, how you gently caressed the design of the charm with your fingertips. He could tell you liked it, or at the very least were touched by the gesture. 

“Beautiful?” He questioned with a silly grin and a head tilt. 

You lifted your head, your eyes a bit glossy and nodded. “Yes. Beautiful.” You whispered out the words. 

He smiled, carefully picking up the necklace from the box. He stepped behind you once more, guiding you to face the mirror. “It seems only fitting that the most beautiful woman would receive a beautiful necklace.” He hummed, low and sweet. Slowly he placed the necklace on your neck, clasping it closed, then rested his hands on your shoulders. 

“There.” he smiled softly. “Now you’re ready.” 

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Somehow, that little necklace changed things. You felt a bit prettier, a bit more loved. It went well with your features. It was evident he took the time to find something that would compliment you well. “I love it.” you said softly, bringing your gaze to him behind you in the mirror’s reflection. 

He had a sincere loving smile on his lips. “As do I. It looks good on you.” he ran his fingers gently over your exposed skin. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. 

You smiled softly, slowly turning in his hold. He happily accommodated your movements, loosening his hold so you could turn around. You gently placed your hands on his chest, feeling his hands splay over your back and guide you closer. He smiled warmly, admiring the necklace that rested against your chest before his eyes flickered back up to yours.

 “I think...you are the most beautiful woman,” he whispered. “And I will say it and remind you every day.” His hand came up to brush against your cheek. “Even if you don’t believe it. I will say it until you do.” 

A sweet smile warmed on your lips, leaning your cheek into his touch. “Thank you. It means the world to me the efforts you go through to make me feel better.” 

Benedict smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I would go to the ends of the earth for you, sweet wife.” he murmured softly. He tilted your chin up with a smile, “but reminding you of your beauty is one of the easier tasks. Primarily because I am simply pointing out the truth.” 

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your body. An easy comfort filled you, forgetting the heavy insecurity that haunted you, even if only for a short while.  “The truth?” you asked softly, gazing up at him with a loving gaze. 

He chuckled softly. “Yes, the truth. How many times must I declare your beauty until you finally believe me?” he smiled, brushing this thumb over your cheek. 

“More times than I deserve perhaps. but I'll always be happy to hear it.” You smiled. 

Benedict shook his head with a soft laugh. “I adore you, you know. I love everything about you. And I think you are the most beautiful woman.” he declared gently. “And I am so happy to have you as my wife.” 

Those words said so easily had such an impact on you. Gently, his lips met yours in a soft sweet kiss. Your eyes closed as you let the moment take over you.

Everything was easier with Benedict. Even the harder days were easier to bear because of him. “I adore you too.” You whispered against his lips as you slowly opened your eyes. The worries from before, now replaced with something warm and loving.

Benedict smiled, letting out a soft breath of relief. Seeing the moments when your eyes twinkled with love and happiness were as thrilling as falling in love with you. He loved it. He loved you. 

“Now, as much as I want to devour every inch of you, we do have a party to attend to.” He reminded you, bringing his hands to gently grasp yours. “And we’ve left the carriage waiting for too long.” 

You nodded with a soft laugh. “Indeed we do.” You squeezed his hands, feeling reassured and ready to go now. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror once more. Your reflection looked just a little different now. Warmer, loved, adored. A necklace as a symbol of your love and your husband admiring you like he was looking at something precious. When you felt that little tug of worry, you shook the thought away and turned back to Benedict. 

You were beautiful. Those thoughts may never leave you but Benedict saw the beauty you couldn’t quite see and for now, that was enough. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” You smiled. 

Sitting down on your bed, you stared down at the drops of blood that stained your jeans. The trip back to your apartment was quiet. You were broken, there was no music or friends that could really cheer you up from this. So you just drove home in silence and slowly dragged yourself to your bedroom. And you’ve just been here, defeated. 

It was as if all the memories from your childhood came flooding in at once, overwhelming every part of you until it was so big that it left you feeling entirely frozen. All those years with conditioned fear and anxiety, trying again and again to be different. You thought if you changed enough, if you could change his mind; maybe, just maybe he’d love you the way you wanted. It didn’t matter what you did for this world or all the worlds out there, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t do it. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to lift your head when you heard that wonderful whooshing sound of the Tardis landing in the corner of your room. He was always careful not to crush anything too important when he landed. He cared about you more than you could ever truly know, enough to even keep in mind not to park his Tardis on any of your plushies or books that had gotten tossed onto the floor. 

“You’ll never believe what I stumbled across!” His voice chimed through after that charming little squeak of the Tardis door opening.

 Normally, just his presence was enough to bring you out of any bad mood. Part of you wanted to perk up and hide this pain so he never saw you so low. You were good at keeping these parts of yourself hidden from everyone but the more you stared at those little stains on your jeans, the less strength you had to put up a front. 

The Doctor stepped out from the Tardis, holding some strange contraption he definitely pulled out of nowhere. “Well, you might believe it, I’m surprised you believe half the things I show you. Any-who, I was-” He began his usual rambles but when his eyes landed on you, he went quiet. 

He took in the sight of you sitting on the bed, eyes that seemed almost hollow. And he knew immediately. If anyone knew true sadness, it was the Doctor. Your nose had dried blood that stained your lip down to your chin, cheek swollen from what could only be from being slapped. Someone hurt you and he was going to find out who. 

“What happened?” he asked, his voice taking on a concerned tone to mask the anger he felt inside. He set down his odd little contraption as he took a few tentative steps towards you. His mind was running a million miles per minute coming up with a story that would explain your injuries. 

When you didn’t reply, The Doctor closed the distance to be in front of you. He looked over you, his chest feeling tighter, his hearts beating faster. He was already prepared to fight any battle for you, to keep you from any harm but he needed answers. And more importantly, he needed to comfort you. 

He bent down enough to meet your eyes, reaching a careful hand out to your cheek. His hand was warm and just a bit calloused but soft nonetheless. His eyes examined your face. He knew from just looking that a bruise would form and that you were hurting. He swallowed the tightness forming in his throat.

“Tell me what happened,” The Doctor said, forcing his tone to sound calm. His voice was almost stern but kind. His gaze intense as he searched for answers within your eyes. 

It was enough to make you speak up. Your eyes flickered down, never truly meeting him. “I...” you started but the words sat on your tongue. You swallowed the sad lump that had been sitting on the back of your throat. “I had to visit home.” The words came out low and hoarse. “I went back to see my parents.” 

His brows furrowed. It took a moment for the Doctor to process. How could that result in injuries like this? Who did you run into? What did you get yourself involved in? At first, he thought about maybe it was one of the countless enemies he had. Being with him meant you’d be a target, he knew that much. However, It didn’t take long for it to connect in his mind based on that sad look in your eyes and the small quiver in your lips.

“Your parents did this?” He whispered with disbelief, brushing his thumb over your swollen cheek as he tilted your face for him to get a better look at your bloodied nose. 

“My dad did.” You correct with a small sigh. You felt ashamed to tell him. You felt weak. The Doctor was so great, so brave and strong. He never allowed himself to be defeated, always trying to find a way and here you were, broken down by something so... small in comparison to what he had dealt with. You felt so small under his gaze, like you were disappointing him by allowing this to affect you. 

You let out a shaky breath. You looked into his brown eyes, your face twisting with embarrassment but more than anything, pain. Your eyes flickered back down, lowering your head in shame.“I was being stupid. He was upset because I-” 

“No,no, no.” The Doctor’s jaw set tight, having to manually control his breathing to stay calm. “There is no reason for a father, a man, anyone... to hurt someone like this.” he said quietly but firmly. He moved his other hand to cup your other cheek, guiding you to meet his gaze. “Don’t even say something like that. You were not being stupid.” 

You close your eyes, shaking your head. “No, but I was.” Your voice trembled under the weight of your guilt and humiliation. “...I thought-” Your eyes shut tighter, a shaky breath forcing itself from your chest. You grit your teeth, trying to keep that guttural sob down in your chest.

The Doctor shifted, kneeling down in front of you to keep eye level. His thumbs lightly caress your cheeks, trying to comfort you through your story. His brown eyes full of concern, brows knitted desperate for answers but not wanting to push you too far. 

“I thought he could change.” You admitted, your eyes watering more than you could handle. “I was naive and caught in the moment. After all the things we’ve done, all the people we’ve helped... I thought I had some power, some influence... something special. I thought if I tried to speak with him again, he’d listen. I thought he would change.” 

A tear rolled down your cheek and a weak little hitched sob escaped your lips. After a short breath, you continued. “But I was wrong. I was foolishly hopeful...” you sniffled. “And... just stupid to think I could make a difference.” 

The Doctor shook his head with a soft sigh, wiping the tear from your cheek. It hurt him to hear you speak so lowly of yourself. It hurt him to know someone had brought you down so much. “Listen to me,” he said softly. “You are not a fool for hoping. You are not stupid for trying. And it is not your fault he did not change.” 

Your eyes searched his. Your eyes were watery and breath trembling as you held back from outright bawling from his needed comfort. You spent so long alone, hiding this pain and burying the feelings the abuse had formed so deep inside you that it felt like it was rotting you to the core; that having someone who cared so deeply for your well-being and your happiness was foreign and yet...entirely welcome. It was like a relief you so desperately craved.

“It is not your fault he cannot change.” He whispered. “Some people are so caught in their own darkness, they want to pull everyone down with them.” The Doctor’s gaze was intense and serious. A sight that wasn’t exactly rare but it was still monumental. “Don’t let him pull you down.” 

You closed your eyes, allowing more tears to fall. “I just don’t understand why he hates me so much,” you finally gave into your sadness, allowing yourself to cry.. “All my life, I’ve just tried to be exactly what he wanted, what anyone would want in their child. I tried to be good and kind. To be something he could be proud of. I just want to help people, to be useful, to be worthy...but no matter what I do, I’m never good enough.” 

The Doctor’s jaw clenched slightly, hearing those words come from you. It was a side of you he never saw and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like seeing someone so bright and kind, saying such cruel things about themself. How could you even think of yourself in such a way? He’d never forgive your father for making you feel this way. 

“You are good and kind.” he said softly, brushing some of your hair from your face. “There are people all throughout the galaxy who can sleep peacefully, who are free to live their lives however they want because of you, because you chose to help them.” He said gently. “You don’t need to prove yourself worthy. You already are. And it had nothing to do with me or him, you are completely brilliant on your own.” 

“And your dad is an idiot if he cannot see that.” He said. He meant it seriously but there was a hint of lightheartedness in his voice. “...and you do not need to make him see it either. It is not your job to change him. And you should not change for him.” The Doctor caressed your cheek with his thumb, soothing that stinging pain. 

“I ask you, Don’t go back. Don’t give him any more power over you. I know you want things to be different but the change that must be made, is one you need to make for yourself. You need to know when to walk away...” He said, low and serious,  “And I am telling you, now is the time.” 

You teared up more, biting your lip to keep in a small sob. “I know you’re right. But I’m scared. I don’t know how to be without them... It doesn’t even feel possible to walk away. They’re my family.” Your hands clenched in your lap, trembling over the idea of ending things. 

You spent your whole life forced to believe that family was everything. You had to be loyal, to do everything you could for them even when it exhausted you to the bone. Walking away felt selfish but you were so tired. You knew he was right. You couldn’t do this anymore. You didn’t want to do it anymore. 

“But you are loved and cared for by so many. And by me more than anyone. You’re not alone. I am here for you.” The Doctor whispered softly, leaning close so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “And even if I am not here, there are so many people in your life that will help you. You don’t have to do this alone. You have more than just that family.” 

You nodded, letting out a small cry. He watched you break into sobs, unable to contain it any longer. He could only imagine the amount of pain you were in. He loathed the fact that you held in those sobs, conditioned not to let out your feelings. How many years did you suffer alone? How long did you hide this pain? He couldn’t bear the thought. 

Slowly, the Doctor moved his hands from your cheeks, to your shoulders, guiding you into an embrace. His arms wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your back gently and the other cradled the back of your head. “Shh, it’s alright.” He whispered, moving closer to rest his chin on your head. “You’re alright.” 

You sobbed in his hold, allowing yourself this moment of vulnerability. Even though you were exposing your deepest pain, you didn’t feel weak or scared. You just felt relieved that the Doctor met that openness with only love and care. He wanted the best for you and you could feel that. 

The Doctor gave you that moment to cry, to grieve and let go of all the hurt deep inside you. He knew he couldn’t fix this, not right away, anyway. But he’d be there for you no matter when you needed him. He held you through the deep sobs and shaky breaths, whispering soft things to calm you down.

“Breathe,” he said softly, shifting back to cup your cheeks once more. He looked over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and watery eyes. He made a sad smile. “Sometimes we need a good cry, that’s all... Just breathe through it.” he cooed softly, he made a show off breathing in and out for you to mimic. “In and out.” 

You made some small breaths, slowly easing your breathing and your tears subsiding. The tension in your body slowly released, focusing entirely on him. 

“No more tears, okay?” He wiped any leftover tears with his thumbs. “There, now give us a smile?” he smiled with his teeth. 

You couldn’t help but smile, even if it was little. He was so silly and you always found that endearing. Even at your lowest, he could make you feel better. You loved that about him. 

“There we go! All better!” The Doctor’s smile grew seeing you cheer up a bit. “You’re going to be okay.” 

You let out a teary laugh and smiled weakly.  “God, I’m a mess.” You sniffled and wiped your eyes with the small of your palm. You felt like you could breathe again, a little less burdened by the pain in your face and in your heart. He just had that effect on you, on anyone really. “Oh...we’re all a bit of a mess in the end.” The Doctor smiled, his tone a bit lighter. “Now. Can I take a look at your nose?” 

When you nodded, “Good. But first, let's get you cleaned up,” He hummed while you let out any shaky breaths still lingering in your system. He pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of his long signature coat.“Hold still for me, alright?” 

The Doctor was gentle, wiping the dried blood and left over tears from your cheeks with soft practiced motions. Sometimes it was easy to forget he was actually a doctor and knew how to handle things like this. His hand rested on your jaw to keep your head still while he worked to clean up the injury. He didn’t want any blood or pain on your face.

Once cleaned,  He pulled out his glasses from his pocket, and moved his hand to hold your chin gently. “Lets see here.” he tilted his head to an almost silly degree, making weird hummed sounds as he observed your face. “Alright...” he murmured, still studying your injury. He took off his glasses, folding them closed. “It doesn’t look broken, but it’s still pretty bad.” He clicked his tongue as he pocketed his glasses. He stood up straight. 

You frowned slightly, touching your nose and winced slightly. “It feels pretty bad.” You sighed. “But then again, I just sort of feel bad in general.” 

When the doctor held his hand out to you, your gaze flickered up to his face. He had a warm smile on and his eyes glimmering with that special look he got when an insane idea formed. “What’s that look for?” You asked with a small chuckle, taking his hand without needing to even think about it and allowed him to pull you to stand. 

“Well.” He dragged out the word with a small flick of his head, “if my companion is injured, we might as well stop by a planet with a really good hospital. Just to make sure you’re alright.” He smiled, squeezing your hand. “And then, oh... I don’t know, we might make another stop. Or two.” 

“Or three.” you smiled, him grinning in response. 

“Oh, you never want to stop on an odd number. Odd numbers are so....odd!” He smiled cheekily, leading you towards the Tardis. “We might as well make it even! In some cultures, Four is a lucky number, you know!” 

You let out a sweet laugh as he pushed the door open. “So one quick trip to an alien hospital and then four more stops?” you smiled as he pulled you inside the Tardis and closed the door behind you. “Isn’t that a lot?” 

The Doctor chuckled, pulling off his coat and tossed it onto the railing. He jogged up to the console. “Oh, well, maybe. But you can handle it.” He grinned, pulling a lever as the Tardis began to make a low rumble. “Besides! It’s just a quick stop to heal those injuries and then we can go on the real fun!” He looked at you with an excited twinkle in his eyes. “It’s a really fancy hospital too!  They’ve got technology to heal the worst of the worst with just a simple button! We’ll be in and out!” 

You laughed, rushing over to the console, “Can I at least pick one of our trips?” you smiled. He stepped around you, flipping some switches before turning to face you. 

He was so giddy just to see you smiling again. It took everything inside him not to drop everything and storm into your family’s home and give your father a taste of his own medicine. But right now, he just wanted to focus on you and ensure you were okay, safe and happy. 

“Of course.” He nodded like it was obvious. “Where would you like to go?” He asked. “Or when? Or the combination of the two?” 

You laughed lightly. You made a show of pretending to think but you already knew your answer. “Somewhere new.” You smiled. 

He beamed, letting out a little hummed laugh. “Right. Somewhere new.” The Doctor turned to the console and pushed a button. 

And with that, the Tardis began to make that sweet whooshing sound. 

A little later, you were in conversation with Kate, discussing your married lives and sharing a few laughs over how your husbands were similar in ways only brothers would be. Anthony strode over with a smile and with casual effort, wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. “Gossiping, are we?” he smiled lightly. “Hopefully about good things?” 

“Always good things, my love.” Kate smiled, welcoming his embrace. You smiled watching them display affection so effortlessly. It was nice seeing the two soften each other the longer they were married. Their love was always warm and inspiring, like two pieces that fit perfectly together. It made you wonder if others saw you and Benedict like that. 

“We were just discussing you and your brother.” Kate said, soft and warm, her eyes looking over him with nothing but love. “And just how different yet similar you both can be.” 

Anthony’s lips pressed together, the similarities and differences between him and Benedict going through his mind. “Well, we are brothers but there are bound to be differences. I could name a few off the top of my head.” He says with a hint of teasing humor in his voice.

“I’m sure you could.” You smiled with a small chuckle, “Speaking of which, Where is Benedict?” you asked, glancing around finally acknowledging that your husband was absent from your side. He didn’t seem to be in the room either. Realizing he wasn’t around, your hand felt very empty. A small sense of worry began to seep into your chest. 

“He disappeared from my side a while ago.” You say, moving your empty hand to your chest. You looked at Anthony. “I thought he might be with you.” The two were usually together if he was not with you. 

Anthony shook his head, “No. I haven’t seen him.” He said, a little too uncaring. When your expression became slightly concerned, Kate glanced at him giving him a look to be a bit more sympathetic. “But, he might be lingering around in one of the rooms, maybe his old bedroom.” He offers quickly, trying to be helpful if only to please his wife. 

“Right.” You let out a small anxious breath. You felt something was off, you saw it in Benedict’s face and now you felt worried for not saying anything earlier. “I’ll check for him. Thank you.” You smile at them, nodding your head politely. Kate gives you a reassuring smile before you part ways. 

You walked from the bustle of gathering, walking down the quieter halls. The conversation died down the further you walked. Slowly, you made your way up the stairs and down the hallways of his family home. You’d glance into open rooms, trying to remember your way around this place. 

Where was his room again? Was it this one? You opened a door and peeked in, closing it when there was no sign of him.  You sighed, thinking maybe he was downstairs and just slipped away for a second. Maybe you didn’t need to worry. It was wishful thinking but you knew better. Something was wrong. 

Finally, you pressed your hand to a door that felt all too familiar, knocking briefly but opening the door before waiting for an answer. “Ben...?” you called out, stepping into the room. It was cold, unused for some time. He hadn’t needed to since the two of you married and lived in a new home together. But, it was still his room in a way. There was a lingering presence in the air of his life before. 

As you walked into the room, you finally noticed him just laying on the bed. He was laying on his side, his back towards you. His coat tossed lazily onto the chair like he had done a million times before. You sighed, your shoulders slumping at the sight. “Ben.” You say softly, your voice laced with concern. 

Benedict’s breath stilled upon hearing your voice. Somehow he knew you’d find him, you always did. It was a comfort, just one that he didn’t know how to fully accept yet. He shifted slightly with a deep exhale, “I just needed a moment.” He murmured quietly. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to decide how to approach this. You didn’t want him to retreat further into himself. But you also wanted to find out what was wrong. 

“...Benedict,” You started, taking slow steps over to the bed. “What’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hand reaching out. Hesitant at first, you gently placed your hand on his arm. You could feel the tension in his body. 

He was quiet for a second. Maybe thinking how to reply, how he could turn this into some kind of joke but he was too tired. And he loved you too much to dismiss your concern. He wasn’t all too great at communication but he wanted to make an effort for you. 

“There’s nothing wrong.” he answered,  low and tired. 

You frowned, your eyes softening with worry. He felt the mattress dip as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “But you’re clearly upset.” You said soft, moving your hand to his hair. You brushed your fingers through his hair, an action you knew he loved. “Could you please tell me what’s wrong?” 

His eyes fluttered closed at your gentle touch, welcoming the comfort. You were trying to help and he appreciated that. With a soft sigh, he began to speak. “...I told you, There is nothing wrong.” He paused, realizing he wasn’t communicating what he truly meant. “...There is nothing for me to be upset about and yet, I am. I shouldn’t be...But I am.” 

For a moment, you worried that maybe he wasn’t happy with you, with your marriage. But that was only insecurity speaking, Benedict adored you. You trusted him enough to not doubt his love for you. Not after the insanity you both went through just to get engaged in the first place. 

“Why?” You probed gently.

“...I don’t know why, I’m just tired.” He continued. The more you watched him, laying there with his body closed off and turned away, the more it became clear what this really was. 

“You don’t need a reason, my love.” You said quietly, still caressing his hair in a slow gentle rhythm. “One can simply have a bad day.” You whispered, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. 

The tension in his body seemed to slip away as you spoke. And with just a kiss, he became more open. It was a testament to the effect you had on him. A deep exhale escaped him as his body relaxed a bit more from your comfort.

Benedict shifted slightly, rolling onto his back to look at you now. His soft blue eyes were almost sad, his hair slightly messed up from your petting and a little frown fixed on his lips. “It feels more than just a bad day,” he admitted. “It feels... heavier, almost.” 

You shifted to accommodate his new position, sitting closer and resting on hand on his chest while the other continued the soft caresses in his hair. “Has something happened...?” You asked with worry.

“No, Nothing’s happened.” Benedict sighed, growing contemplative as he moved his arm to slip around your waist. With a small tug, he guided you closer to him. “It’s... more complicated than that.” He looked you over, his gaze was warm even in its sadness. 

“Are you going to tell me or must I pry it out of you?” You smiled weakly, hoping to add some humor to the situation but your concern didn’t dissipate. He could see it in your eyes how worried you were for him even if your tone was more playful. 

Benedict’s eyes crinkled with a little adoring smile. You always knew how to make things lighthearted in the best of ways. He moved his hand to cup your cheek. “You know I love you, right? ” he said softly. 

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to indulge in his warmth. “I know.” a soft hummed chuckle left your lips. You turn your face just enough to kiss the palm of his hand. “I love you too.” 

“But you’re avoiding my question.” You smiled softly as you opened your eyes.. “So, out with it; What’s bothering you?” 

“You’re going to keep pestering me until I tell you, aren’t you?” He exhaled with a soft chuckle. 

And of course, you nodded. “I am your wife, It’s my duty to know.” You smiled, watching the way he softened at your little declaration. 

“Alright, Alright.” he conceded. Once more, Benedict shifted. Now he lay on his side but this time, allowing you space with him. He wanted you closer. You climbed onto the bed, mirroring his position and laying on your side so you could face him. 

With the two of you close now, curled up in his old bed, he felt a bit lighter. A bit less sad. You were a presence he always craved. There was a sense of comfort, being back in his old room with his now wife. It was like two worlds colliding, two comforts in one place. He found he quite liked it. 

“Comfortable?” he asked. His hand came to rest on your side as he tried to minimize the amount of space between you. 

You made a hum in acknowledgement. “Now, will you finally tell me what is the matter?” 

Benedict exhaled, his gaze averted as he tried to find the words to describe his feelings. He was never the type to bare his feelings, always preferring to avoid the problems with temporary distractions. With drink, parties and pleasurable company, but that was before he met you. He gave all that up when he married you. 

“Lately, I’ve just been thinking...” Benedict started, slow and unsure. “About us, about our life together, and our future...” his eyes flickered to meet yours, searching for understanding.. “And I've been thinking about my past.” 

You didn’t speak, allowing him the space to vent. Your gaze was soft and your hand found a place on his arm, trailing up to his face. You gently brushed the loose hair from his forehead. 

“I don’t talk about it often. I don’t like to talk about-” Benedict paused, his breath trembling for a moment.  “I don’t like to talk about him... often.” He murmured. “My father, I mean.” 

His gaze turned downward, the grief in his eyes was evident. He traced the little patterns sewed onto your dress, finding himself opening up more by the intimate atmosphere created by your proximity. He gave himself a moment to breathe through the feelings that threatened to surface.

“I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately.” He confessed, his voice growing more hoarse as he voiced his pain.  “I find myself wondering what he’d think; about us, about you... about who I've become.” 

Benedict glanced at you. His heart felt heavier seeing the complete love and sympathy in your eyes. It was an odd feeling, being seen. He didn’t usually like it but with you, It was different. You were different. “I like to think he’d be happy that I married you.” he says low and sincere. 

A soft smile graced your lips, touched by his words but you allowed him to continue without interruption. You caressed his cheek gently, coaxing him to spill his burdened feelings. 

He smiled softly but the pain of loss slowly etched its way back into his expression. “...but the more those thoughts cross my mind, the more I miss him.” He said quietly. You could see his eyes gloss over but no tears would fall. No, your Benedict would never allow those tears to fall. 

“I miss him so much.” He whispered. 

Benedict felt the deep grief that he buried so deep for years just peeking through the surface, if only for a brief time. “I wish he met you...” he closed his eyes. “And...I am torn over the knowledge that it can never be. That I will never be able to show my father the woman I've fallen in love with.” 

His voice was hushed and pained. For a moment, a ball of grief and hurt formed in his throat but he let out a deep sigh, releasing it. He opened his eyes to look into yours. All he saw was the love and care you had for him; a feeling mirrored in his own heart. “...He would have loved you,” he said quietly. 

You gave him a small sad smile. “Oh... I know I would have loved him.” you said softly. 

“And I think... he’d be very proud of you.” You pressed a small kiss to his forehead, “and he’d be very happy.” then his nose, “i know i am.” and finally you kissed his lips. 

Benedict’s arm wrapped around you more, pulling you as close as he could until your chest met his. He kissed back, pouring all the grief and love he felt into it despite its briefness. 

When the kiss broke, you rested your forehead against his. Your eyes were focused on his. “...I’m sorry about your father.” you say softly, caressing your thumb over his cheek. “I know it can’t be easy to carry these feelings... but I want you to know that you don’t have to carry them alone.” 

Benedict made a small smile, appreciating the comfort you offered. “I know.” he said, “I know i have you.” he rubbed your back gently. 

“And...” you continue, “Next time you feel the need to hide, maybe... I could hide with you?” you smiled lightly. 

Benedict chuckled softly, his chest feeling a bit lighter. “I hardly count this as hiding. I'm in my own room.” he smiled. 

“Your old room.” you correct. “Your room...  our room is at home.” you said lovingly. 

He couldn’t deny the little flutter he felt in his chest at those words. Even after being married to you for some time now, he still felt a sense of giddiness knowing your lives were forever intertwined. This was his room for more than half of his life but now home was with you. 

“Right.” Benedict murmured, soft and warm. “At our home,” he said, the words coming out warm and easy. Your home together was his present and all he had done lately is linger in the past. But now, staring at you and feeling your warmth under his palm, he was reminded of what he had now. 

“But you must admit, my old room is quite comfortable.” He chuckled, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “We never had a real moment in this bed, did we?”  He hummed, running his hand over your back. 

You laughed lightly, “No, I don’t think it’d be very appropriate.” You smiled. 

He smiled, cheering up a bit more with your playful banter. You always managed to match his energy and he loved that. “How scandalous of you, Mrs. Bridgerton. Sneaking into a man’s bed...? What will people say?” he murmured in a teasing tone, a little smirk forming. “But I do love having you here.”

You chuckled and pressed a short and sweet kiss to his lips. “Oh hush you.” You whispered against his lips. “Besides, I could think of a lot more romantic places to be than your old bedroom...Our house, for one.”

“Going home. What a lovely idea.” Benedict cooed with a smile. His heart was full. He was loved and he loved you. He chased your lips to return the kiss. His hand splayed over your back to press you as close as he could against him. 

You cupped his face, pecking little kisses to his lips because you knew it always made him happy to be smothered in affections. You chuckled softly, pulling back to look at his face. 

“Still having a bad day?” You asked softly. 

Benedict softened and made a small nod. “You are magic, my love. You make me happy, truly happy. But... unfortunately, I don’t exactly have the energy to keep up with my siblings and their restlessness.” He admitted, feeling content and comfortable enough to tell you he had enough social interactions today. 

You smiled and brushed your hand through his hair, “That’s alright. I think I just want to lay in bed with you, anyway.” You murmured. “How about we just... call it a day and go home?” 

His smile grew, his eyes crinkling in that way they did when he was particularly happy. “I couldn’t have thought of a better idea myself.” He chuckled warmly, kissing you once more. 

Finally, you shifted to sit up. “Come, Let’s go home before someone insists on family games.” You smiled, holding out your hand. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours as he sat up. “Oh, yes. I don’t think I could handle Anthony’s competitiveness today.” he joked. 

You climbed out of the bed and he followed your lead. He stood tall, looking at you with love. You managed to pull him from his sadness and you were caring to his limits. He felt seen and heard. 

You tugged him along, grabbing his coat for him. “We’ll have to come up with a good excuse for leaving early.” You smiled at him with a light little laugh. 

Benedict tossed his coat over his shoulder, glancing back at his old bed once more. And it didn’t really feel like his bed anymore. The room didn’t truly feel like his room anymore. It was something of the past. He glanced at you and felt a warm flutter in his heart. He squeezed your hand lightly. 

“I’m sure we can come up with something.” He smiled. “I’m very good at making excuses.” 

You laughed, leading him to the door. He didn’t look back this time, he didn’t have to. This was his life now. His purpose was with you. His gaze focused on his hand holding yours and he felt happy. 

He was having a bad day, just a bit too tired, a bit too drained to deal with everyone but you made him feel a bit better. 

And his day wasn’t so bad anymore.

Anthony

Anthony strode in, closing the door behind him. He had been waiting for you to waltz into his study and greet him with a sweet kiss like you usually did but the closer it got to noon, the more antsy he grew. He didn’t like being apart from you to begin with. 

 His eyes scanned the room before landing on the bed, noticing you all bundled up under the layers of blankets.  “You’re still in bed?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “I thought you would have gotten up by now.” He let out a small exhale, trying not to be too annoyed. 

“Too cold to get up.” You murmured; just barely half awake, burying your face away. You could hear him sigh in response. 

Anthony stared at you for a moment. He couldn’t deny the little flutter in his heart from watching you so comfortable and relaxed in bed. It was a sight he never tired of seeing. If it weren’t for your shared duties, he might just let you sleep the day away. He rested his hands on his hips, trying to decide how he wanted to go about this. 

However, before he could decide anything, He noticed something in your arms, his brow raising slightly. “Is that my shirt?” he asked. 

You made a small smile, knowing you’d been caught. Your eyes stayed closed as you cuddled into his nightshirt, breathing in his scent. When he got up that morning, he tossed his shirt onto the bed and you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed it once he left the room and snuggled into it, which may or may not be the reason you hadn’t gotten up yet. You told yourself just five more minutes but that slowly turned into an hour, then two and so on. 

“Perhaps.” you murmured with a soft tired chuckle. “Can you blame me? I like how my husband smells. I miss you so dearly when the day starts.” You hugged his shirt more, nuzzling your face into the collar. You opened your eyes, looking at him with a sleepy warm gaze. “But... don’t let me distract you... I’m sure you have a lot to do today, my love.” You cooed almost teasingly. “Wouldn’t want you to waste it here in bed with me.” 

Damn. 

A smile tugged at his lips, rolling his eyes. He knew what you were playing. And he was falling for it anyway. Of course he’d fall for it. How could he resist when you looked so cute in bed hugging his shirt of all things? 

 Anthony sighed, glancing at the door once more. He knew he had quite the list of things to do today but... on the other hand, you were practically asking for cuddles.  Of course, he gave into temptation. He really only had to think about it for a second. He would give into whatever you wanted. But also, he’d always indulge when it came to you. 

Anthony dropped his head in defeat, surrendering to his need for you. “You know, you’re a bad influence.” he chided with a half smile. He popped open the buttons on his waistcoat and with a soft tug, pulled off his cravat, tossing it aside. 

You chuckled softly, watching him as he approached the bed, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. “Yes, but you love me.” you hummed softly. 

“I do.” He smiled lightly. “Now, give me that.” He reached over, grabbing his nightshirt from your hold and discarded it to the floor. “I should be insulted that you chose my shirt over me.” 

You let out a soft laugh, shifting your position to make space for him. You rolled onto your back, beckoning him to lay in your hold. “Since when were you an option?” you smiled, pulling the blankets back. 

“I’m always an option.” Anthony smirked, leaning down to press a short and sweet kiss to your lips. Which you happily returned with a sweet giggle. 

He kicked off his boots before he climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your warm body close to his. Gently, you covered him in the blankets and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and the other buried into his hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck before resting his head on your chest. 

You made a soft hum, running your hand through his hair. You could feel his body relax against yours, fitting perfectly with practiced ease; laying together like you had done so many times before. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, inhaling his scent. It was much better than cuddling with his shirt. 

His eyes closed, unable to resist the pull of your love. He had a little smile placed on his lips while he reveled in your gentle touch. His heart felt so full to be with you like this, so casual and comfortable. You were home to him. 

“I wish we could stay like this all day.” You murmured, lazily caressing his hair, already feeling sleepy again. It was even easier to fall asleep with his body offering the perfect warmth and weight. He was a piece that you always wanted next to you. 

“Don’t tempt me.” Anthony mumbled back, his voice softer. He wasn’t exactly tired but he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to lay with you. He listened to the soft beat of your heart, enjoying your soft touches and just allowed himself to be in the moment. 

The soft vibration of his chest and his breathing slowing to match yours was more than enough to lull you back to sleep. “I just might.” You murmured, your words slurring into a soft sleepy tone. 

Anthony chuckled softly. He could feel within a few minutes you dozed off once more, your caresses slowing to a stop and your head nuzzling against his. He smiled to himself. He liked having you here, sharing his bed with you. It made him feel complete. 

He snuggled closer and despite all the work he’d have to do later, he allowed himself to slip into slumber. If only for an hour, or two... maybe three. Or whenever you woke up. He didn’t really care. He just wanted to be with you. 

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Benedict

Benedict walked quietly, closing the door behind him. He knew you were still sleeping but he was growing worried. Seeing you in bed with your face buried away in the blankets, hiding from the daylight, it tugged at his heart. He stood by, hoping maybe he could wish you up and awake.

“Are you asleep?” he asked quietly, almost nervous. He didn’t want to wake you if you were asleep but... he wanted to see how you were. 

You shook your head slightly. “No.” you murmured quietly, your voice hoarse and tired. Your face remained buried in the blankets. You seemed miserable all curled up like that. 

He frowned. Of course you weren’t asleep. He took slow steps over to the bed. “...are you still having trouble sleeping?” he asked softly, his eyes full of concern. 

You nodded. “No matter how much I sleep, it never feels like enough...” you murmured tiredly. 

Benedict’s brows furrowed with worry. He wanted to help. He knew lately you had been struggling to sleep and it didn’t help that all the balls and events you attended went late into the night. You must have been so tired. He wanted to remedy that but it wasn’t something he could just instantly fix. 

He ran his hand over the back of his neck, glancing around the room as he thought of ways to help you. An idea slowly formed. It wasn’t exactly a grand gesture or a cure all, but it was a step in the right direction. 

You tilted your head up when you heard him walking around the room and moving stuff around. “What are you doing?” you asked tiredly, your eyes just barely open as you watched him.

Benedict pulled the curtains closed, dimming the room. It was easier on your eyes at least. “Just... making it less bright.” He said, glancing back at you. 

You looked so exhausted, eyes half lid and that slight frown on your lips, huddled under the blankets. He made his way back over to the bed. “I... figured it might help.” he smiled weakly. 

“Thank you.” You say with a soft yawn, your eyes watering. “I just need an hour... that’s all...” you murmur, but your face told a different story. It wasn’t hard to tell you were incredibly sleep deprived. “One hour and I'll get up.” 

Benedict frowned. He knew very well one hour would not be enough. You were the kind of tired that needed days even to recover. He made a mental note not to push you too much for the next few days. 

“There isn’t much for you to do today.” He started, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You can rest if you’d like.” he reached out and rubbed your back gently. 

You exhaled weakly, looking at him. “I wish it were that easy.” you murmured. He could hear the weariness in your voice, it only made his conviction to help you stronger. “I could lay here for hours and still feel restless.” 

He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to think. “Would it help if I stayed with you?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving your face. 

You thought for a moment. You did sleep better with him around. But even if you didn’t sleep, it was a comfort to know he was there. You felt a little bad for robbing him of the day but you really wanted him there. You wanted to just feel him there with you and bury yourself into his arms and let the day slip by. 

You made a small nod. “if you don’t mind.” 

He smiled softly, “Of course.” he leaned down, brushing any loose hairs away before he kissed your forehead. You pressed your hand to his chin, guiding him into a kiss. He returned the kiss, soft and gentle. 

He pulled back, untying his cravat and removing his waistcoat, tossing it onto the floor. He undid the first few buttons of his shirt before he kicked off his boots. If he was going to lay with you, he might as well be comfortable too. 

“Make some space.” He hummed softly as he undid the cuff of his shirt. He pulled the blankets back enough, giving you the cue to scoot over enough for him to climb in. 

You smiled softly, admiring the casualness of him undressing in front of you. It was without second thought, he’d lie with you for hours if you asked.  You let your hand trace over the exposed skin of his jaw and down to his neck. “I love you.” You say softly. 

He took your hand and pressed a kiss to it. “I love you too.” he whispered, letting his lips linger on your knuckles for a moment. 

Benedict slowly lowered himself onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, making sure you were properly covered by the blanket and tucked you close to his body. He pressed a kiss to your forehead “I didn’t really feel like doing anything today anyway.” He murmured softly as he rested his chin on the top of your head. 

You exhaled softly, your face buried in his chest. This felt better. Being held and secure in his arms. He smelled like home, his touch was warm and safe. You closed your eyes as his hand gently began to pet your hair. “What would I do without you...?” you murmured tiredly. His presence was enough to make you feel comforted enough to feel the weight of your exhaustion. 

“You’ll never have to worry about being without me.” He whispered softly. “I’m here... just sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake.” He murmured, caressing your hair and purposely breathing slow and calm to help you find a relaxing rhythm to match. 

With a soft hum of acknowledgement, you allowed yourself to be lulled to sleep. Your body finally released the tension it held onto so tightly,  tucking yourself as close as you could to him. He held you closer, hushing you gently. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of your breathing. 

“Sleep now,” he whispered. 

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Colin 

Colin paced outside the room for far too long, clenching and unclenching his hands. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He tried to decide whether or not he should bother you. He should just let you sleep, he thought to himself. 

But before he knew it, he came into the room. He lingered at the door for a moment, taking in the quiet atmosphere of the room. The curtains were half drawn and the room still and quiet. It was comfortable and warm, you were probably just napping but he craved to see you regardless. So he walked over to the bed. 

You were just barely asleep, curled up on his side of the bed with your face buried in his pillow just to inhale his scent. You felt the mattress dip as he came to sit on the edge. He watched you for a moment, worried he might wake you but you made a small hum to tell him you were awake. 

Colin exhaled with a sense of relief that he could bother you without the guilt of waking you. Your eyes fluttered open when his hand came up to rub your back gently. “You’ll sleep the whole day away at this rate.” He smiled lightly. 

You sleepily chuckled, “would that be such a bad thing?” You tilted your head slightly to get a better look at him. 

“No... I suppose not.” Colin smiled warmly. He tilted his head, looking you over with a warm gaze. You looked so cute and comfortable all snuggled on his side of the bed. It was a force of habit, every morning you’d stay in bed a bit longer than him just to cuddle up on his side. He found it endearing. 

 He brought the blanket over your shoulder to tuck you in a bit more. “Are you feeling alright? Are you sick?” he asked. His eyes scanned your face, noticing the puffiness of sleep still lingering on your face. 

“No.” Your eyes met his but he didn’t fully believe you. You could see the worry forming in his eyes. “I’m just a bit tired.” You said with soft sincerity to convince him. 

Colin’s lips tightened a bit. Despite your words, he pressed his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. “You’re a bit warm.” He exhaled, caressing down to your cheek. 

You laughed lightly, taking his hand in yours. “I promise I am okay.” you smiled softly. “I’m just feeling a tad lazy today.” You pressed a light kiss to his palm. 

“Are you sure?” He asked as he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “I can call a doctor if you need.” He kept your hand close, leaning his cheek into it. His gaze was concerned and loving. 

You shook your head with a little smile. “I’m okay.” you repeated softer, appreciating his worry for you. “I simply wanted to indulge in a few hours of extra sleep since ....I had no plans today.” you explained, giving him a sheepish smile. You had some plans but you kinda of just wanted to skip out on them, he knew that from your smile. 

Colin nodded lightly, his worries easing. He ran his thumb over your knuckles, admiring you for a moment. There was a beauty in you laying there without all the makeup and jewels, it was a sight reserved just for him and he loved that. “May I join you then?” he asked. “I... too have no plans today.” He smiled, playing into your little lie. 

You smiled warmly, pleased he was playing along. You nodded. “Always.” you said  with easy love. “But I don't feel like moving from your spot.” you hummed with a hint of teasing. “If that’s okay.” 

Colin made a small laugh “Oh. that’s alright. I think I can work around it.” 

You made a soft giggle and he met it with a soft kiss. His lips pressed to yours in a gentle act of affection. He didn’t mind letting you lay on his spot. Honestly, he didn’t really care where you slept, he just wanted to be close to you. 

He released your hand and stood up. As he walked around the bed, he stripped his waistcoat and cravat, tossing it on the end of the bed. His boots were pulled off and  his sleeves rolled up before he climbed onto the bed. He made sure you were wrapped up in the blankets still, putting your comfort first. 

He lay down behind you, draping his arm around you and pulled your back to his chest. “See? Easy.” He chuckled, soft and low in your ear. He loved how perfectly you fit into his arms, how his touch was entirely welcomed. 

You made a soft hum of contentment and nuzzled into his hold. “I hope you didn’t actually have plans. I don’t want to be the reason you’re behind on any work.” You say softly, finding one of his hands to intertwine your fingers with his, which he happily accepted. 

“Not anymore, this takes priority.” Colin murmured, burying his face in your hair. “I have a duty of care to my wife and her lazy afternoons.” 

You chuckled lightly, “oh how sweet of you.” you closed your eyes. You let out a breath, relaxing in his embrace. This was perfect.

 “I love you, you know.” you say softly, already feeling the pull of sleep. 

He hummed softly. Colin felt his heart flutter at the domestic casualness of the moment, to be able to curl up with his wife and sleep away the afternoon, it was something he never knew he needed and something he could never live without. 

“And I, you.” Colin said with loving warmth. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. He exhaled softly, closing his eyes and relaxing his body. “I actually might just fall asleep.” He murmured sleepily. 

“That’s kind of the point.” You chuckled, already drifting to sleep. 

Colin let out a soft breathy laugh, “Cheeky.” he remarked. 

It wasn’t much longer before you were dozing off, your breathing slowing to a gentle rhythm. His eyes fluttered open, just enough to admire the way you looked in his arms and the way your face relaxed in sleep. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes.