#diamondduke

“Mama, how come you never told me how Dad proposed to you?” he said, curiosity in his voice.

Daphne was taken aback by this, as she had no idea how he even knew what the word meant, and because it was something they never brought up. It was not romantic in the way it happened, despite Daphne’s desire to save Simon’s life being an act of love on her part.

“Where ever did you learn about this?” she asked, her eyebrow raised inquisitively.

He shrugged his shoulders, and said “Grandma had told me about how Papa did it.” Then added, “You tell me lots of stories about Dad, but I want to know that one,” as he perked up on his bed.

Daphne thought it over for a moment, trying to think of something to tell him. The details all seemed irrelevant now, the trials and tribulations of how it all came to be. She did not wish to lie to him, but she also did not want to tell him the least romantic proposal in the history of time.

“Well,” she started, but Simon had entered, cutting her off.

“We had gone for an evening promenade, with your Grandma’s as chaperons,” he began, and Daphne tilted her head to the side, as confusion washed over her.

“I had planned for us to have arrived at the bridge over the river, just as the sun was setting. And that bridge was filled with every flower in the ton. It was the same bridge I had first given her a flower on. Once your mother had saw it, the tears were already escaping her eyes,” he said softly, and Daphne’s mouth parted as her eyes widened, utterly swooned. Was this how he would have actually done it had the circumstances been different?

“When she turned back around to me, I was on one knee,” and as he said this, Simon proceeded to get down on one knee. Daphne threw her hand over her mouth, as tears brimmed her eyelids.

“I took her hand, just like this,” he said, taking her hand in his. “And said: Daphne Bridgerton, I have never wanted much out of life until I had met you. In befriending you, I discovered the joy of companionship. In falling in love with you, I discovered the desire of wanting to be yours forever. To build a life with you, one that only you have opened my eyes to the possibility of having. I love you Daphne, please do me the honour of becoming my wife, and my utmost best friend, for the rest of our lives,” he said, his voice tender, and face full of pure love.

“What did you say mama?” Adam asked eagerly.

Daphne had tears strolling down her cheeks, and spoke softly as she said “Yes.” Simon jumped to his feet, and pulled her close to him as his lips closed the space between them.

“Ewww” Adam remarked, and rolled over on his bed to face the wall.

Rating: Mature 

In which reformed rakes make the best husbands and give the best gifts.

Or, a small exploration in love languages.

Simon and Daphne post-reconciliation fluff

A series, post After the Rain. Various ratings but will like be M or E as who doesn’t love Smut! And there isn’t enough.