Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

Blissful

"How is she doing?" His whisper is mellow as he enters the nursery.

"She's sleeping now," you smile, running a finger delicately down her beautiful chubby cheek.

He walks over and wraps his arms around you from behind, cradling you both.

"My wonderful ladies," he sighs, content, kissing your temple and then leaning over your shoulder to kiss his baby daughter on the head.

"Let's put our little miracle in the crib, my love," he proposes, "I want to spend some time just the two of us while she's asleep," his smile warm.

After you place your precious bundle into her crib, he takes your hand and kisses it, leading you back to your bedroom. He closes the door and pulls you into his arms, a warm, familiar embrace. He slowly sways you in his arms as if there is some unheard music in the room.

"What's all this, husband?" You ask curiously, sliding your hands around his neck.

"I've missed you, wife," he smiles down at you.

"I've always been right here with you," you laugh, a little puzzled.

"No, I mean, I've missed you. Us. Our lovemaking," he explains in a hushed voice, his hands caressing your back.

"Ohhh," it's been six weeks since you've given birth, but it's been such a whirlwind you haven't had the time or energy for intimacy.

You made love right up until the baby was born, he loved your pregnant body so much, and your hormones were raging. Now, well, you know you're not back to how you used to look, making you nervous.

"Benedict, my body is...." you trail off, unlooping your hands from around him.

"If you are not ready, my love, it's alright," he placates softly.

"No, it's not that," you lace fingers with his, "my body is different, and I'm worried you... you won't desire me as much as before," you confess, looking down.

"My love," he raises your chin with two fingers, "do not worry about such things. You brought life into this world. A tiny perfect human I could not love more. I love you for doing that. Your body is amazing my darling. I will always desire you," he reassures kissing your face, "let me show you just how much? Hmm?" He hums, takes both hands, and leads you towards the bed.

"Take off your nightgown," he requests while you are still standing.

You do so under his intense gaze. Now naked before him.

"Oh my darling, how could you ever think I wouldn't desire you?" He shutters and pulls you against his body so you can feel his desire. "You look so beautiful," he murmurs and kisses you deeply.

Then he drops to his knees, burying his face into your breasts.

"It's a marvel you can make our baby grow and thrive just by feeding her," he whispers reverentially, delicately kissing your flesh, so sensitive now. You moan quietly as he circles your nipples with his tongue, lightly cupping and squeezing your enlarged breasts. "You feel so wonderful and soft, and I just want to bury my face into you."

Then his hands sweep lower onto your belly, still somewhat rounded and loose. This is where you are most self-conscious. You attempt to pull his hands away, ashamed of your new shape.

"Stop it, my darling," he insists, "let me touch you. Your body has carried our darling girl for many months. You are a wonder," he asserts, dropping further onto his haunches and nuzzling into your rounded shape, kissing your feathery stretch marks. He hugs his arms around you and looks up at you, gazing down at him. "Get on the bed, my love," he asks duskily, his lips on your belly button.