Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

Breaking and Fixing (Short Drabble)

"What are you doing?" Benedict huffs a laugh from behind you.

"I'm trying to fix the hinge on this window," you respond, from a couple of feet above him, waving the little can of oil you hold in your hand.

"Oh darling, I love you, but no," he chuckles even louder.

"Why not?" you puff a strand of loose hair away from your eye and shoot him a pout over your shoulder. "It's squeaking in the wind, and it's really annoying."

"Get down from there," his tone is sweet, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

He holds out a hand. You sigh and reluctantly take it as his other arm wraps around your waist. He effortlessly lowers you to the ground.

"We have staff, my darling. It is literally their job to do this sort of thing," he fusses, taking the can from your hand and shaking his head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"I didn't want to bother them," you explain with a shrug. "I am a capable woman, husband," you say with a tinge of indignancy.

"Oh, I know, my love," he affirms, "I saw you last week, fixing the wheel on our carriage when you thought no one was looking."

"You saw that?" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I came damn close to breaking the thing again that night, just so I could watch you fix it all over," he confesses. "It was very appealing," he whispers against your hairline.

"You like that about me?" you murmur, burying your face into his neck and enjoying his scent.

"I like everything about you. Particularly how competent you are at so many things," he confides, running his hands up and down your back in soothing patterns.

You raise your head and shoot him an impish grin. "How about we go fixing and breaking some other things?"

"You know your eyes sparkle with amusement when you have an idea you like, and it always makes me both excited and a little apprehensive," he flashes a crooked smile. "So what were you thinking, wife?" he adds, knowing he will always aid and abet your schemes.

"Well, there's a fascinating piece of machinery in Mr Crabtrees' shed that's in bits and pieces; it looks like it could use a fix," your tone is a little gleeful as you take off out of the room. He stands there shaking his head affectionately before going to follow you.

You swing back around the doorframe. "Then I was thinking maybe we could try breaking our bed," you add casually, giving him a salacious wink.

You watch as his mind short circuits and skip away happily towards the garden shed.

There's a pause then he calls out after you loudly, "Wait, did you break our carriage just so you could fix it?... Wife?... Wife?"