"And where is my darling wife?" Sophie heard Benedict questioned, although he saw that the three of them were inside, there was just a flicker of worry. He dashed inside, placing a kiss upon her temple "Everything alright?" He asked, "Yes, just a bit too hot for Charles" Sophie reassured, watching as her son looked at his father with nothing short of a grin.

Yet before she could respond, Benedict was brushing into the room, followed by Eloise and Hyacinth. Violet smiled at her children as they fussed around the baby, heart so full at the family that had come from nowhere but love.

"He does," she agreed with her youngest, placing a gentle hand on the girl's back as they gazed lovingly at his drooling face. But with a glance towards Sophie, the tug of a smile on her lips, she continued, "But he looks a lot like his mother too. A perfect balance, wouldn't you say?"

"I never thought I'd see Benedict so besotted" Eloise stated in a good natured manner, Sophie took a sip of the champagne. "Yes he's a good father to Charles, and husband" Sophie responded, "Although his character is from having a wonderful mother"

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She placed the cloth into the water again before repeating the process "Benedict has been a lot of help, he's very hands on" It was true Charles was a HAPPY baby, laughing and ADVENTUROUS, rarely ever cried. It was a blessing for her first. "I am glad you are having a wonderful birthday" she heard the small CHEERS followed by GROANS coming out the back, "Honestly the competition between them all, I do not know how you coped" Sophie noted how Eloise fought Colin the most and how Benedict WOUND UP Hyacinth all the same.

"I'm glad to hear it," she murmured in response, truly relieved to know that Benedict had fallen into his role as father in the way that she had hoped. "It is always much easier when you have the support of your husband. Edmund was always rather hands-on with the children -- It makes a world of difference."

The many sounds of a well-played game of Pall Mall filtered in through the windows and Violet could only laugh at Sophie's quip, rolling her eyes dramatically in response. "That is the price you pay for having eight children with Bridgerton blood. I have no doubt that Charles will be the same with any siblings he may have."

"And where is my darling wife?" Sophie heard Benedict questioned, although he saw that the three of them were inside, there was just a flicker of worry. He dashed inside, placing a kiss upon her temple "Everything alright?" He asked, "Yes, just a bit too hot for Charles" Sophie reassured, watching as her son looked at his father with nothing short of a grin.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Sophie wasn't sure if she would ever get used to laying in Benedict's arms, it wasn't a bad thing, in fact it was anything but. She felt SAFE AND SECURE, as if nothing could ever go wrong in the world. Her head rest against his chest, covers draped over them , the linen touching her BARE SKIN. A gentle summers breeze from the window which was slightly ajar, the smell of fresh grass wafting in. This was HEAVEN. It had to be.

The wedding ring upon her finger shimmered, reminding her that this certainly was NOT A DREAM. She was Lady Bridgerton; no longer Miss Sophie Beckett. "Do you think we could lay in bed all day?" Sophie asked, feeling the gentle smile form across her features. Moving her head so she could gaze down at him, she was well aware of the servants who were already prepping breakfast for them. The family had decided to host in Aubrey Hall, for a ball later in the week, Violet had proposed to do one in honour of her new DAUGHTER IN LAW and second eldest son.

"No," voice hoarse from sleep, the corner of his mouth quirking upward, the only indication he was more awake than he let on, insistent on keeping his eyes closed, "but I keep hoping they'll forget about us."

It was damnably loud and bright, the complete antithesis to his usual routine if it could ever be defined as such; on the days without appointments, he awoke at midmorning pretending at sleep as to not trouble the servants - he never liked franticness so early in the day - but now with Sophie beside him, with his wife always to be beside him, there was no reason to rise at all. Perhaps the room was overheated from the way sunlight bathed the curtains with heat, from the warmth radiating beside him, where Sophie shamelessly draped across him, entrapping him where he lay, but if they were anywhere but Aubrey Hall, he knew he would stay here ... thud .... as they were, in ... thud ... the pleasure of her company as long as he liked and ... thud ...

Train of thought utterly derailed, eyes opened, squinting past morning light and their tangled sheets towards the foot of the bed, unable to ignore the familiar noises of a racket and ball and of the whispered laughs of his youngest siblings, "Are those two seriously playing squash rackets with our door?"

"Come on brother! Breakfast is ready!" Eloise called, clearly impatient with Benedict. Sophie groaned a little, tenderly kissing her husband her fingers stroking the side of his cheekbones. "Mm.. I think that is us told" She truly did love Eloise and her rather boisterous manner, yet this morning it was a trait she found a little irksome however amusing.

Sophie moved so to wrap the duvet sheet around her silhouette, sitting up from the bed giving a small creak of her neck. "..I do long for slow mornings" and usually she would have them, yet it seemed on this family outing slow mornings weren't in the picture. "Make haste! Before it is your mother, opening the door and telling us to move!" Sophie started with a bright cheeky grin. She allowed the bedsheets to leave her form as she headed to change into proper under garments for the day, yet even as she changed into a proper morning gown, the ties at the back were always a problem.