This is a series of short oneshots about our fave Bridgerton couple - Daphne + Simon.
The book is mostly set in modern times however.
Purely fluff, to fill the void in my heart while we all wait for season 2.
Enjoy 🌹
Characters are not my own and...
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Daphne'sPOV
"Rise and shine, dearest." He mumbles, reaching over to stroke my hair.
"Good morning." I sleepily reply. We lock eyes and smile at each other, before Simon pulls me close, into his embrace. I nestle my face into his bare chest and caress his torso as his fingers graze my back. Mornings are my favourite time of day. The little moments we share together as sun rises, shining genial rays down upon us, are so precious.
"Daphne..." Simon whispers in my ear.
I lift my head up to him in response, as he gently tilts my chin up to meet his lips. My chest warms and I feel a certain lightness in my body. My heart begins to beat a little faster, as his hand slides up my neck, fingers entwined in my hair. Simon quickly rolls me onto my back, and I let out a giggle. He pulls away and smiles down at me. His smile melts me.
Our lips press together once more. His kisses begin to trail down my jawline and neck; I flutter my eyes closed. He is so close, yet I need him closer. My mind gets the better of me, however.
"Simon," I breathe, and pull his chin up so our lips meet. After one last kiss, we part.
"As much as I'd love to continue, we should really get ourselves ready for the day."
"I agree," Simon chuckles. He slides himself out of bed and pulls on a robe. I follow suit, and head to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I decide to run a bath, sprinkling rose petals, bubbles and salts into the running water. As I step in, the warmth of the water soothes my tight muscles.
'Knock, knock' Simon peeks in, two mugs of tea in hand.
"I just came to drop this off to you, your grace."
"Why thank you, your grace." I gesture for him to come over. He places the tea on the side table and crouches beside me.
"Seeing as we are both free today, I was thinking perhaps we could take a visit to the gardens. The roses at this time of year are supposed to be spectacular and I'd be delighted to see them." I ask him.
"Why of course, Daphne," A mischievous grin stretches across his face. "I just need one thing in return."
"Oh, is that so? And what may that be.... Simon?" I tease, grinning at him.
Simon stands and leans over the bath, a hand clasped on either side of the rim. He lowers his head until our noses touch and kisses me softly.
"You are welcome to join me, if you wish." I say.
He drops his robe and steps into the bath, sitting so we are facing each other.
The sun is a little higher in the sky now, but its rays still gleam through our window.
Simon takes my hands in his and speaks softly. "What was that you were saying earlier? About getting on with our day?"
