Baby Mama Drama

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Violet Bridgerton

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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

Benedict felt powerless. Helpless. Broken. It was bad enough that he was in love with a woman he could never be with. A woman with whom he had found himself happy, blissfully so in her company. A woman . . . who and remains married. That pain had been difficult enough to bear and cope with. But now, coupled with the fact that she is with child and . . . the child is his, added to the heartbreak he was already experiencing. Family was everything to him, and to know that he had a child in the world with whom he could never claim. A child who would call another man father. A child . . . created from the love he held for their mother.

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Many would say he did this to himself. That his dishonor of coupling with a married woman bore its consequence. And perhaps it was true. But nothing eased this pain of being deprived two people that he loved. Kitty and their unborn child. Her husband would be the one he called father, even if he himself knew it was not true. Yet Benedict . . . could only watch from afar -- if that. It was truly devastating and he was unsure how he would be able to cope with such a harsh reality. Benedict had retreated from the town and sought the solitude of My Cottage; his own home in the depth of the woods where he could be away from it all. He had not spoken to his family for days and needed time away to process . . . to accept. Though he doubted he would ever fully recover.

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Silence was interrupted by Mister Crabtree when he informed Benedict that his mother had arrived. Benedict closed his eyes for a moment, unable to see her for . . . a mother somehow always knew. While she may not know the details -- an assumption made on Benedict's part -- she had sensed enough to come out and most probably check on him. Making his way to the entrance where his mother was, Benedict could not even force a smile. "Mother," he greeted, moving towards her and giving her a brief kiss on the cheek. It had after all been some time since he had seen her. Particularly long for a family who spent so much time together. "Has anyone else accompanied you?" He asked, unable to mask the hope in his voice that she was alone.

[Violet Bridgerton]

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There was something wrong, and Violet was clueless as to what it was. It was apparent that something had happened for Benedict to isolate himself. He had taken himself away from the family and had not visited in days. It was most unlike him, and she was beginning to suspect that whatever had caused this drastic shift in behaviour was serious. She had opted at first to give him space. He would return when he was ready, whether he chose to confide in her, she would respect that. Or try to. But when the days stretched on without word from her son, Violet had begun to worry. The decision was made to make the journey out to check on him. She would not pry, but she had to know that he was alright, that he was eating and that he was not punishing himself. He could be so hard on himself sometimes; she feared it was a trait many of her children shared and one that was difficult to overcome. Standing in the entrance, she smiled but it did not reach her eyes, not when he could not even bring himself to smile at her in return. She had told herself that she would not pry, but how could she stand by when her child was in such distress. He was a man grown, but he was still her son, and it was obvious that he needed her. "I came alone, though Eloise was quite adamant she accompany me" she could not blame the girl for being concerned for her brother, with how distant he was being. However, she had opted to refuse any such offer of company, assuming that Benedict would not appreciate the bombardment of his siblings, no matter how well meaning they happened to be. "We miss you at home, when will you return?" she felt that it had gone on long enough, but to tell him as much would only result in him pulling away.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Violet Bridgerton

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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

Benedict felt a wave of relief come over him when his mother revealed that she was alone. It was one thing to have to hide from his mother . . . and entirely different matter when attempting to hide from Eloise. She knew him far too well, both of them did. Upon his mother's question, he had no answer. None that would give her the one she perhaps expected which was an exact time. "I do not know," he practically sighed. He would return home when he felt emotionally stable enough. Which . . . he hadn't the faintest idea when it would be.

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How did one recover from such things? From losing the woman he loved as well as the child he created. Both were of this world and yet, completely lost to him. "You must be hungry from the travel," he realized. "Let us sit and have some tea and other refreshments." He motioned to Mrs Crabtree to prepare a meal while escorting his mother to the parlor. He knew that she had not come all this way simply to turn back around without a proper visit. "Is everyone well?" He asked, hoping it was nothing else -- not bad news -- that brought his mother here to his home in the woods.