𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔; benedict bridgerton

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

SOON AFTER THEIR WEDDING, Victoria and Benedict decided they were going to travel the world. He'd got some tips from Colin so even that seemed... easy.

After selling her last paintings, Victoria had enough money to make ends meet, even though Benedict had promised to pay her back as soon as he could. She felt a little lost, but she had a plan for everything to work out, and she was happy.

"We're going to miss you, Victoria," said Jill, watching her carefully tidy up the paintings.

"Oh, but you'll have Harry, Jill," she replied jokingly. "I bet you won't remember I exist."

"Don't say that! You're like a sister to me!" Jill replied, taking Victoria by surprise with a hug.

"I'll miss you too, Jill."

"I hope you enjoy Paris and all the other places you go."

"Of course, and I'll bring presents," promised Victoria with a smile.

It was hard for the two of them to part, but that's how you become an adult, leaving people behind but never forgetting them, just evolving.

With her things in hand, Victoria went downstairs to say goodbye to her aunt. She looked at all the details of the old house, because even though it was no longer Fernsby as a house, its Bridgerton part would leave room for its past.

"Aunt Glinda, I'll be back soon," she said.

You don't have to promise what you can't fulfil, darling, just enjoy your trip," said the woman affectionately, giving her a tight hug.

Their farewell was brief, but Glinda had marked Victoria forever with her teaching and care.

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Victoria Bridgerton met Benedict so they could start their journey. Her eyes watered as she left the house behind, but that too was part of her journey and not something she could avoid. The one who really cried was Lady Bridgerton, who was seeing her son leave and at the same time married to a girl who was honourable in her opinion.

"No more crying, I'm going back," said Benedict with a mischievous smile, even though he was also feeling a little agonised by the departure.

"And he's coming back with presents for us, isn't he?" said Hyacinth and Gregory simultaneously.

"Yes, yes, he will," said Victoria with a smile.

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After two years, Victoria and Benedict had travelled much of the world and carried with them a wealth of artistic knowledge. They were renowned painters and working as a duo was something they both enjoyed, so there was nothing better than creating new things together.

Their return to London was full of greetings from everyone, and after the revelation that Lady Whistledown was actually Penelope Fetherington, Victoria's mind was blown because the girl was so clever that she had never been under suspicion even when she thought about investigating the gossip.

Victoria and Benedict were happy that Colin had realised his feelings for Penelope and that she had done the same for him. It was necessary not to hold grudges, as the girl had gossiped a lot about everyone, but the Bridgertons were a family and who hadn't gossiped? The queen didn't think so, but there was no law that allowed Fetherington to be imprisoned, so she soon forgot about the girl.

All the better for Lady Violet, who now had four of her eight children married and a glowing smile whenever she was asked about them.

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Eight years had passed and much had changed. Victoria and Benedict had celebrated the birth of three intelligent and daring children like themselves. They were all named after painters they both appreciated in that century.

The first to be born was Ivory, who had light brown hair like her mother and piercing green eyes like her father. She loved art and asking questions about everything more than any child. It was Benedict and Victoria's world as they looked after her for two years until another brother was born.

Next was Jaccques, a serious and very observant boy with brown, quick eyes like Victoria's and dark hair like Benedict's. He didn't seem interested in painting, but he did have an interest in painting. He didn't seem interested in painting, but he loved music and would obviously be an artist.

And finally, Katarina was born, a little girl with dark hair and hazel eyes, a perfect copy of Benedict physically and just like Victoria in her suspicious temperament.

The couple's three children were their life and without whom they would never cross the street if they could take them with them. Because they were so similar physically and in personality, many people in London commented that they were like miniature versions of Benedict and Victoria who walked alongside their parents to complete that happy family.

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One morning in August, the five of them were painting and playing in the garden of the house the couple had bought when they returned to London. It was very similar to the one Victoria had lived in when she was a child, but safer and bigger, with each child having their own room so they wouldn't fight if they didn't like the decor or something.

"Ivory, can you tell Katarina to stop pulling down Jaccques' trousers please?" Victoria asked as she tried to paint Benedict's face despite the uncontrollable screams of the youngest, who adored her brother.

"Of course, Mummy," said the little girl, who loved the responsibility of being the eldest sister. 

Benedict smiled with amusement at the situation. 

"You know she'll never leave him alone, don't you?" He asked his wife.

"Of course, but it doesn't hurt to try," she replied, concentrating on making the drawing minimally similar to the one she had done ten years ago.

The painting of Benedict's face had earned Victoria a lot of blushes because the boy loved to tease her about how she had always been in love with him when she saw the picture, and she denied it even though it was partly true.

"Children, shall we stop for today and visit Grandma?" Victoria suggested, earning an excited smile from the three children.

"My mother will love to see you even though she's already done it three times a week," Benedict laughed.

Victoria and Benedict watched as the three children quickly ran to get their hats, umbrellas and coats. 

"They're amazing, aren't they?" Asked Benedict, hugging his wife.

"Yes, and they're our life," she replied with a smile at the corner of her lips.

Now together, they no longer thought about how they had wasted time, but about how they had the potential to go further and evolve everything they could.

Victoria had celebrated all her memories with Benedict, including telling him about the palette her father had left her. It also symbolised their love because together they were better and perfect for each other, like the palette that contained the colours that would illuminate and colour a painting, they were like that.

"Mum, Dad! Can we send Katarina to an orphanage?" Jaccques shouted from the house, interrupting the peace and reflection they were having at that moment.

"Certainly not!" They both answered back, laughing.