homecoming

[Alexander Langham]

-------------------------------------------- It had been months since he had been at a sea and once he arrived on land, word reached his ears that he'd been proclaimed dead. It infuriated him. He'd been given the document and article in the newspaper that alleged him so from his brigadier and he crushed the paper in one hand, tossing it in the nearest rubbish bin before returning home to his wife and children. Were people truly that foolish? How could they even print something like that without ensuring that man was alive? Sure, their ship had been attacked by pirates and it sunk, but he managed to survive alongside a few other officers and Groves, making it an island in the Caribbean that was owned by the British Isles. Where was his wife? What did she think? She could not have possibly believed a word, given that there was no evidence whatsoever.  He returned home, the footmen instantly freezing up the moment they laid their eyes on their master. Frowning slightly at their demeanour, he motioned for them to open the door and they did just that without a moment's thought. "Kitty!" Called out Alexander as he walked up the steps, removing his naval hat from his head. "Kitty, I am home." He announced loudly. He heard sounds coming from the bedroom, so she must have been there. Opening the door, he froze just as his servants had done when they'd seen him.

mayfair, london	@kitty  +Benedict Bridgerton
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kitty, benedict & alex.

Perhaps they should have waited for some sort of proof before they fell into their blissful happiness; waited until there'd been a body, until confirmation could be made. It had seemed as good as confirmed, however, for the ship had gone down – and what were the chances of his body ever being found? If it had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, they could be waiting forever, and she hadn't intended on waiting a moment. Her marriage to the general had been one of convenience, one that was arranged without her say so, whereas Benedict genuinely made her happy. Why wait to embrace that?

It wouldn't really have mattered if they'd been somewhere other than the Langham estate – people knew, someone would have told him, when they realised he was quite alive. That had hardly been on her mind, however, as the news that he'd been dead had come as more of a relief than she cared to admit. No part of her thought he might still be out there somewhere. It was foolish, really.

Her hands traced along Benedict's torso (every inch so familiar by this point), leaving desperate kisses on his lips. They were supposed to be quite alone, the help knew better than to burst in when the chamber door was shut tightly – the sound of it opening, however, wasn't lost on her. Another brief kiss, an uttering of 'I love you' against his jaw (words never spoken to Langham), and she knew they'd have to momentarily spring apart. 

While she got along well with the household help, she turned her head to chastise, to ask them to return later...only to be met with a sight she never expected to see. Her stomach sank, panic setting in. "How–? What–? But you were..." Only he very clearly was not.

Benedict Bridgerton & Alexander Langham

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