#v002.

"DO NOT PUT THAT BABY IN MY HANDS, greg, i swear to god —" it's safe to say that eloise, while she adores her friends and is proud of how far greg has come all these years, is not good with children. yes, there are bridgertons younger than her that she helped to take care of while they were this size but she was barely any older than them. "the instinctual motherhood that people say women have skipped my generation of the family, so if you would please continue to hold him while i admire from a safe distance from both of you, i think eddie would appreciate it." eddie has absolutely no stake in this tiff, however, it's always eloise who will bring him into it for the sake of her argument.

             the side of the smaller’s crown plants against danae’s shoulder, lips thinned in a wicked smile that taunts her sister’s abandoned state. digits wiggle in lonely palms && force a handhold before ebony curls spill across her cheek from the gravitational pull of danae’s personality. ( she was lydia’s star, a whole sun to revolve around when the others were off spinning on their own. ) a snort finally breaks the illusioned silence as lydia crumples her nose in during a covered laugh.

                               ❛ - you done being a mopey mess ? - ❜