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a younger brother, christened Benedict.
MY BELOVED
working with his leatherworker to devise a special pack that would hold Anthony on his back while he held the baby Benedict in his arms.
sobbing
Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 20 April 1814
Okayyy
Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested—tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs—fell over.
He's so stupid i love him
“No, but then again, you don’t look particularly like an accomplished watercolorist, and yet I know that you are.” Mary smirked a bit, which needled Kate to no end, and waited for her reply.
Wtf i love this
Pink roses, she noted. Perfect buds. They were lovely. Simple and elegant. Exactly the sort of thing she’d choose for herself.
Yelling
“These,” he said finally, holding out the final arrangement of pink roses, “are for you.”
YELLING
The dog stopped in its tracks, sat right down, and … Smiled?
IM NOT CALLING HIM DAD
“You don’t want to do this, Miss Sheffield,” he warned. “Oh,” she said with great feeling, “I do. I really, really do.” And
THEH WANT EACH OTHER SO BAD
Anthony was suddenly gripped by the most insane desire to see her toes. It
Freak???
The bane of his existence. And the object of his desires.
HHHHHHHHHHHHH
“My brothers were sixteen, twelve, and two,” Anthony said softly.
babies :(
“sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.”
Iykyk
She was walking toward the garden, he realized. And he knew he had to join her.
Is it happening? Being found in a compromising position??
Nice to be alone, where she could sit and attempt to sort through her muddle of thoughts about the viscount.
I hope nothing happens!!!
Because deep in her heart, she wanted him for herself.
She wants that cookie so fucking bad
Her eyes widened at the realization that he’d deliberately sought her out.
Men used to yearn. Now they complain and hate on Taylor swift!!!
A low buzz. A whine, really. It was the sort of sound most people found mildly annoying. Nothing, to Anthony, could have been more terrifying.
ITS HAPPENINGGGGGG
“Oh, my God,” he whispered, and the oddest thing was that his lips didn’t even move. “Oh, my God.”
Hand flew to my mouth
“Lud, girl, he had his mouth on your bubbies, and we all saw it.”
Her what
“I hardly think there is need for such graphic language.”
BUBBIES
“But you don’t want to marry me,” she said.
YES HE DOES
This caused him to raise a brow. “And do you want to marry me?”
YES SHE DOES
“But you should not expect love. This marriage will not be about love.”
You will eat your words, Anthony Bridgerton.
Then he’d gone and kissed her as if there were no tomorrow, as if she were the most beautiful woman on earth. She’d be the first to admit that she had little experience with men and their desires, but he’d certainly seemed to desire her.
All men do is lie.
she’d walloped him in the chin, delaying the ceremony by a good ten minutes but interjecting a much-needed note of levity and laughter.
Hyacinth our queen
She wanted Anthony’s eyes to light up when she entered the room. She wanted him to scan a crowd until he saw her face.
To be loved is to be seen. To be known.
I burn for you.
HELLO
More soap than lilies this time, he thought with a careful sniff.
Can’t believe this is canon
“You are so sweet,” she said, wiping at her eyes as she landed rather solidly in his lap. “The nicest man in London.”
Growth
He had fallen in love with his wife.
BRING BACK YEARNING
“Yibbledeedad—!”
WOW
