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benedict bridgerton x fem!reader ~ mention of children, mention of pregnancy, reader is a tiny ball of energy
word count: 1.1k
Spending time at Aubrey Hall was your favourite time of the year. After enduring the social season in the city, having to act submissive and genteel, the country provided you with some much needed space to breathe.
You and Benedict spent a lot of time at his ancestral home, instead of staying at your own country house not so far away. And now that the two of you had children, it was nice for them to spend time with all of their aunts and uncles as well as their grandmother.
Your son was just 3 years old, having been born a year into your marriage with Benedict, and your little girl followed at just nine months old. They were the most beautiful children you had ever met, although you may have been biased.
And now you had brought them to Aubrey Hall once more for the annual Bridgerton pall mall game. When Benedict brought you for your first ever game with the family, that was when he realised truly how well you fit in with his family.
He remembered so clearly the glint in your eyes and the way you had jumped up and down with glee each time you hit your ball through a wicket. He also remembered the look Anthony gave him when he caught Benedict staring at you with a small smile on his face; it was one of approval.
This year, however, your family was joined by the Sharmas, Lady Mary, Miss Kate and Miss Edwina, accompanied by Lady Danbury, who was rather a large fan of yours after quite a few drinks in her den of iniquity.
You and your husband, in-laws and guests all stood about preparing for the game after Kate had taken Anthony’s so-called ‘mallet of death’. You placed yourself in front of Benedict, the hand not holding his mallet snaking around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I like this one,” you announced smirking in Kate’s direction, “she’s feisty.”
“I’m sure she would be no match for you, my love,” Benedict replied, his tone teasing. “I have after all been on the receiving end of your rather… spirited nature many a time. I should know.”
You gasped playfully and spun around in his arms to face you husband, lifting your mallet in the air with a mock-threatening expression.
“Take mercy on me!” your husband exclaimed, pretending to shield himself from your wrath.
“Hmmm…” you contemplated. “I suppose I must yield if I am not to leave our children fatherless. What a shame…”
It was a favourite pastime of yours to tease your husband so, and it had become an integral part of your marriage. The playfulness between you served you well.
“Where are the little devils anyway?
You thwacked Benedict’s chest with the back of your hand at him calling your darling children ‘devils’.
“William is inside playing with Gregory and Hyacinth. Hyacinth is rather fond of him now that he is old enough to run around with them. And Ada is napping with Grandma Violet.”
“I suppose if the children are not here to watch…” Benedict began, a smirk forming on his delectable lips. “It means that I am free to do this.”
He caught your lips in his, engaging you in a sweet kiss that grew more passionate as his tongue worked its way into your mouth. With two children it was hard to find time for each other during the day.
But that simply meant that your romance continued during the night, only hoping that Ada would make it through the night without being brought to you by her nanny to be fed or calmed, as you had opted not to seek out a wet nurse.
“Oi! Lovebirds!” Eloise called, causing the two of you to break away from each other with cheeky smiles gracing your slightly swollen lips. “Are you going to play or not?”
You chuckled at your sister-in-law’s impatience, grabbing Benedict’s hand and dragging him along to join the rest of your family.
The game of pall mall went along as it always did; Colin bashing everybody’s balls out of the way, you and Eloise teaming up defeat her elder brothers, Anthony not being as solid a shot as he thought himself. And while her sister was very much enjoying the game, Miss Edwina did not seem to be having as much fun.
“You seem to have lost your good aim, Y/N,” Colin said, after your ball had gone just wide of the wicket.
You gasped dramatically, holding a hand to your chest in offence.
“I can assure you, Colin, that I have not lost anything.”
“Not yet.”
“It is these blasted gloves,” you replied, tugging at the blue garments on your hands. “They do not allow me to get my grip correctly.”
“Of course not, Y/N,” Anthony joined in, leaning his elbow on the top of his mallet. “I am sure that your win four years ago was not accomplished by mere chance,” he teased.
“I shall have you know that Daphne only pipped me to the last wicket last year, and i was in my sixth month of pregnancy with Ada.”
Anthony held his hands up in surrender and Kate chuckled beside him. You sent her a wink and returned your focus to removing your gloves.
“Allow me, my love,” Benedict said as he dropped his mallet and got down in one knee in front of you. He gently took your gloves from your hands and began to leave gentle pecks up along your arm.
You giggled at his actions, but you could hear Eloise groaning behind you.
“Would you two stop being so sickeningly in love?” she asked incredulously. “I cannot possibly fathom how any of us have withstood witnessing your affections for the past four years.”
You took your gloves out of Benedict’s hands and left a small kiss on his lips before you hurried along to join Eloise and find where you had hit your ball.
Benedict watched you go with a lovesick smile on his face as he sauntered over to Kate and Anthony who were stood together, Miss Edwina off to the side with Daphne
“You make a beautiful couple, Mr Bridgerton,” Kate told him, as they watched you cheer on Eloise as she hit her ball through the wicket.
Benedict smiled and was about to answer with thanks but he was interrupted by Anthony.
“You say that now…”
Benedict smacked his brother round the back of the head ready to retort when the three of them heard your cries of joy. As they looked over to the sound, they saw you and Eloise spinning around and your ball just past the last wicket.
“I look forward to dinner with those two,” Kate chuckled.
benedict bridgerton x fem!reader ~ mention of children, mention of pregnancy, reader is a tiny ball of energy
word count: 1.1k
Spending time at Aubrey Hall was your favourite time of the year. After enduring the social season in the city, having to act submissive and genteel, the country provided you with some much needed space to breathe.
You and Benedict spent a lot of time at his ancestral home, instead of staying at your own country house not so far away. And now that the two of you had children, it was nice for them to spend time with all of their aunts and uncles as well as their grandmother.
Your son was just 3 years old, having been born a year into your marriage with Benedict, and your little girl followed at just nine months old. They were the most beautiful children you had ever met, although you may have been biased.
And now you had brought them to Aubrey Hall once more for the annual Bridgerton pall mall game. When Benedict brought you for your first ever game with the family, that was when he realised truly how well you fit in with his family.
He remembered so clearly the glint in your eyes and the way you had jumped up and down with glee each time you hit your ball through a wicket. He also remembered the look Anthony gave him when he caught Benedict staring at you with a small smile on his face; it was one of approval.
This year, however, your family was joined by the Sharmas, Lady Mary, Miss Kate and Miss Edwina, accompanied by Lady Danbury, who was rather a large fan of yours after quite a few drinks in her den of iniquity.
You and your husband, in-laws and guests all stood about preparing for the game after Kate had taken Anthony’s so-called ‘mallet of death’. You placed yourself in front of Benedict, the hand not holding his mallet snaking around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I like this one,” you announced smirking in Kate’s direction, “she’s feisty.”
“I’m sure she would be no match for you, my love,” Benedict replied, his tone teasing. “I have after all been on the receiving end of your rather… spirited nature many a time. I should know.”
You gasped playfully and spun around in his arms to face you husband, lifting your mallet in the air with a mock-threatening expression.
“Take mercy on me!” your husband exclaimed, pretending to shield himself from your wrath.
“Hmmm…” you contemplated. “I suppose I must yield if I am not to leave our children fatherless. What a shame…”
It was a favourite pastime of yours to tease your husband so, and it had become an integral part of your marriage. The playfulness between you served you well.
“Where are the little devils anyway?
You thwacked Benedict’s chest with the back of your hand at him calling your darling children ‘devils’.
“William is inside playing with Gregory and Hyacinth. Hyacinth is rather fond of him now that he is old enough to run around with them. And Ada is napping with Grandma Violet.”
“I suppose if the children are not here to watch…” Benedict began, a smirk forming on his delectable lips. “It means that I am free to do this.”
He caught your lips in his, engaging you in a sweet kiss that grew more passionate as his tongue worked its way into your mouth. With two children it was hard to find time for each other during the day.
But that simply meant that your romance continued during the night, only hoping that Ada would make it through the night without being brought to you by her nanny to be fed or calmed, as you had opted not to seek out a wet nurse.
“Oi! Lovebirds!” Eloise called, causing the two of you to break away from each other with cheeky smiles gracing your slightly swollen lips. “Are you going to play or not?”
You chuckled at your sister-in-law’s impatience, grabbing Benedict’s hand and dragging him along to join the rest of your family.
The game of pall mall went along as it always did; Colin bashing everybody’s balls out of the way, you and Eloise teaming up defeat her elder brothers, Anthony not being as solid a shot as he thought himself. And while her sister was very much enjoying the game, Miss Edwina did not seem to be having as much fun.
“You seem to have lost your good aim, Y/N,” Colin said, after your ball had gone just wide of the wicket.
You gasped dramatically, holding a hand to your chest in offence.
“I can assure you, Colin, that I have not lost anything.”
“Not yet.”
“It is these blasted gloves,” you replied, tugging at the blue garments on your hands. “They do not allow me to get my grip correctly.”
“Of course not, Y/N,” Anthony joined in, leaning his elbow on the top of his mallet. “I am sure that your win four years ago was not accomplished by mere chance,” he teased.
“I shall have you know that Daphne only pipped me to the last wicket last year, and i was in my sixth month of pregnancy with Ada.”
Anthony held his hands up in surrender and Kate chuckled beside him. You sent her a wink and returned your focus to removing your gloves.
“Allow me, my love,” Benedict said as he dropped his mallet and got down in one knee in front of you. He gently took your gloves from your hands and began to leave gentle pecks up along your arm.
You giggled at his actions, but you could hear Eloise groaning behind you.
“Would you two stop being so sickeningly in love?” she asked incredulously. “I cannot possibly fathom how any of us have withstood witnessing your affections for the past four years.”
You took your gloves out of Benedict’s hands and left a small kiss on his lips before you hurried along to join Eloise and find where you had hit your ball.
Benedict watched you go with a lovesick smile on his face as he sauntered over to Kate and Anthony who were stood together, Miss Edwina off to the side with Daphne
“You make a beautiful couple, Mr Bridgerton,” Kate told him, as they watched you cheer on Eloise as she hit her ball through the wicket.
Benedict smiled and was about to answer with thanks but he was interrupted by Anthony.
“You say that now…”
Benedict smacked his brother round the back of the head ready to retort when the three of them heard your cries of joy. As they looked over to the sound, they saw you and Eloise spinning around and your ball just past the last wicket.
“I look forward to dinner with those two,” Kate chuckled.
anthony bridgerton x fem!reader ~ reader's last name was Emery, mention of pregnancy, alcohol, reader does not actually appear
word count: 0.6k
As Anthony and Simon sat over their drinks at the club, the viscount's mind was occupied elsewhere. While the season had begun and he had Daphne to worry about, it seemed he had more to be concerned about at his own home.
And though of course, his home was still Bridgerton House with the rest of the Bridgertons, that phrase had become much more synonymous with another as of late.
"And in any case, what of you?" the Duke asked, willing his oldest friend to ley off from his questioning of why he had yet to acquire a wife. "Where is your wife? You will need to sire an heir and yet I saw no exquisite beauty on your arms, last night."
Anthony chuckled as he requested another drink from a waiter passing by.
"My 'exquisite beauty' is back at Bridgerton House, currently."
"Ah, so Anthony Bridgerton, capital R Rake, has finally wed. What is her name?"
"Lady Y/N Bridgerton, formerly Miss Y/N Emery."
"Emery's girl?" asked Simon, incredulous at the fact that his friend had managed to marry such a woman. "How on earth did you manage to nab the daughter of the Marquess of Flintshire?"
"With my abundance of charm, of course," Anthony teased. "Rather on his insistence actually, after we were... compromised." At Simon's raise of his eyebrow, Anthony felt the need to clarify himself.
"Nothing untoward occurred, I assure you, however Lord Emery may have seen us rather too close to consider appropriate while unchaperoned at one of my mother's balls."
"How did I not hear that you had found yourself your viscountess?" Simon questioned, although he probably knew the answer.
Although they were still, great friends, it was hard to keep up a correspondence when Anthony was busy with his duties as viscount and Simon busy touring across the continent, fucking every prostitute within a 5 mile radius of his whereabouts at that point in time.
And of course there was the fact that men were not nearly as good at letter writing as their female counterparts.
"I suppose it must be the same way that you did not know that I have already sired an heir for the Bridgerton line." Anthony said casually, downing his drink.
"Am I hearing correctly?" Simon joked. "Have you truly become a family man so soon in life. I was under the impression that you would remain a man who chooses to fuck his mistress in secret over marrying in his twenties."
"That was certainly the intention, when we were at oxford."
"So, where was your viscountess last night? I'm sure I wold have recalled seeing the younger Lady Bridgerton."
"She is currently on best rest," Anthony regrettully informed the Duke. "Though she protests at every hour of the day."
"Whatever could have her incapacitated?"
"She is with child again," Anthony stated and Simon scoffed at his friend's smugness. "In the sixth month when Edmund is nary 11 months of age."
"Leave it to you to plant your seed only five months after your wife has popped the first out."
The men chuckled at Simon's words, knowing Anthony's penchant for enjoying marital relations. And the man himself did have to admit that his wife was by far the best fuck he's had.
"I take it that you didn't waste time in getting her pregnant the first time."
"Not at all your Grace. The whole family was aware that she was most likely with child by the time we returned to the ton after our honeymoon."
"All jokes aside," Simon began, his tone getting softer as he became more serious. "She does make you happy, does she not?"
"I am the most content I think I could ever find myself."
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