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Post by Violet Bridgerton on Oct 30, 2022 23:13:06 GMT
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thank god she wasn't a harold | They had been through this seven times before, and each time proved more difficult than the last. The naming of a child was perhaps the most important decision a parent could make, prior to their arrival into the world. A name was something that you carried with you for the entirety of your life, it left a lasting impression on people and could in some ways shape your experiences in life.
The weight of such a decision was not lost on Violet. The issue was trying to think of an appropriate name that both she and Edmund could agree on. H was not the most agreeable letter to work with, but they would think of something. Gregory didn't have a name for some hours after his birth, and he had not suffered for it.
"What do you think of Harriet, for a girl?" she asked, looking to where her husband lay reading in bed beside her. One hand idly stroked her belly, the baby within thankfully quiet tonight "Though with their spirit, no doubt it'll be another boy. Harold Bridgerton sounds too serious, don't you think?" whatever this baby turned out to be, serious was not the word to describe them.
Almost every night Violet had to endure a brilliant display of acrobatics from the infant. Causing her to toss and turn throughout the night in a bid to find peace. This child would have their father's exuberant spirit, that much was clear already. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2022 4:55:52 GMT
The idea of naming their children alphabetically had seemed at first like a nice, easy way to figure out names. One had the first letter to work with, at least, but sometimes that was precisely the problem. Now, it seemed he could think of hundreds of names that didn't begin with H. Alexander. Or Alexandra, even. Elizabeth. Margaret. Matthew. Louis. And, while they likely wouldn't make their way that far, the idea of another Violet running around warmed his heart. He even smiled brightly as the name crossed his mind. Still, he knew it wouldn't fit. They were only at H right now, so he settled on returning to his nightly routine of reading before bed. He buried his nose into the book he'd been devouring lately/ His hands occasionally circled words or passages he found particularly beautiful or inspiring. He may have been a secret poet himself, but he still didn't think he was nearly good enough to write a book, especially like this one, which was so full of wonderful passages about the beauty of nature. More than that, thought he'd never anyone outside of the family see his work. Even within the family, he was quite protective it. Writing felt to him as personal as a name. He sighed contently and flipped to the next page, excited to see where this story took him, when Violet's voice interrupted. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, though. They did need to pick a name soon, and no matter what she said, her voice felt like honey to him, comforting him in even the darkest of moments. "Harriet," he mused. "She sounds intelligent, and maybe troublesome." He chuckled and shook his head, setting his book aside for now. "Perhaps, we will have another Eloise on our hands then. How does...Henry sound? Just as serious?" |
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Post by Violet Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 20:14:48 GMT
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casually sets the scene. | Watching him place down the book he'd been so engrossed in; she gave a sympathetic smile. Though he hardly seemed to mind the interruption and she could not bring herself to feel too badly about it when her heart still fluttered in her chest whenever he smiled at her, even after all these years together.
"If we are to have another Eloise on our hands, then I rather fear for Gregory" smiling, she could not bring herself to imagine another child quite like their Eloise. The house was already loud enough with one running amok, how they would cope with two was anyone's guess.
"Henry...?" she repeated, pondering the name that he had suggested, a small shake of her head following. "I do not think it too serious at all, Henry is sweet..." though perhaps too sweet to be suitable for a child that had just been compared to the loudest of their children.
"Perhaps we will not know their name until after we have met them?" it was always a struggle when they had picked out a name only to find it did not fit the baby once it arrived.
Reaching for his hand, she gave it a light squeeze. "How about we take the children for a stroll around the garden tomorrow? We might find further inspiration as we stretch out legs" |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2022 21:00:12 GMT
Edmund chuckled, sighing happily and resting a hand over his heart. Gregory truly would have his hands full with another Eloise around. Still, it made him smile, thinking about the books he could pass between the two of them — and he knew how exceptionally different, lonely and like a disappointment Eloise felt being such an outspoken young lady already. It might be nice for her to have a kindred spirit. When Violet pondered the name he'd chosen, he leaned in. It wasn't as though he was already particularly attached to it, he just always valued her thoughts. He could listen to her talk about anything, even enjoying her presence when she said nothing at all. She was his air. She was his everything. "Perhaps Henrietta for a girl, then," he offered. He really was running out of ideas and maybe Henrietta would be just as sweet sounding as Henry. Regardless, he knew he'd love the child the same, already excited about all the years they would have ahead of them, the stories he'd tell through their brand new eyes. He was sure the other children were already tired of rehearing some of his tales. However, the suggestion of a walk perked him up. His smile grew. His head tilted ever so slightly to one side and he gave Violet's hand a gentle squeeze back. "That sounds lovely. I have been meaning to grab you a fresh bouquet, honeybee." |
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