#molly's asks and aswers

[newtonsheffield]

Do you have and head cannons or drabbles of Anthony helping Benedict when he learns Sophie is pregnant before the wedding? And the Bridgerton boys just being Dads 🥰

Ahh okay we have Dadthony whom we know and love, now introducing Benedad and ladies, aren’t we thrilled to have him?!

Anthony had turned to his very smug looking wife halfway through his brother's wedding reception and said are you going to tell me what you're so smug about tonight? Kate. had scoffed and waved him off but he'd persisted as he watched Kate's eyes track Benedict and his new wife Sophie across the dance floor. The fourth time he'd asked her she'd tutted loudly pulled him in close and said For Fuck’s sake Anthony, Sophie’s obviously pregnant. Anthony’s head and shot towards his new sister in law who was radiating happiness as she spoke with Hyacinth, Benedict watching proudly behind her, his hand resting just so on her waist so that it curled protectively onto her still flat stomach. Anthony recognised it immediately for what it was. He’d done it twice himself when he and Kate were glowing with the secret pride of impending parenthood. He wasn’t even aware of leaving Kate, his feet propelling him forward, and before he knew it he had his brother wrapped in a tight embrace whispering Congratulations Ben, Dad would be so proud of you. When he pulled back, Benedict turned towards Sophie who looked a little bewildered and pulled her in as well whispering Thank you for making him so happy. Hyacinth tutted calling out Kate can you come and get your lunatic please?

Benedict had been near frantic ever since Sophie had told him she was pregnant. Sophie had been a staunchly independent person her entire life out of necessity and she had found it a little difficult at times, to accept his help when offered. And Benedict wanted to help, desperately wanted to take every burden from her shoulders so that she’d never have to struggle with anything again. He’d had it been there for her in her early life so he would be here now. He would be the father she had longed for herself as a child, for their children. This would be the life she had always dreamed. Unfortunately for Ben, it seemed that Sophie was completely unencumbered by pregnancy. He shouldn’t have been surprised, she was the most nurturing person he knew, of course motherhood suited her down to the ground. She had none of the morning sickness that had plagued Daphne and Kate, nothing. She just radiated happiness and warmth like a beacon. But that didn’t stop him from hovering anxiously around her, Nervously asking if she was sure she could manage work for today? Would she like him to pick her up from work, the underground wasn’t safe. Eventually it seemed he had run aground of even Sophie’s endless patience Ben, Honey, I need you to calm down. She said in her even, measured voice that always set him instantly at ease. He’d sighed I just worry about you Soph, and the little bean. She’d smiled softly and said I know, and I love you for it, but honestly you’re driving me a little insane. Which was the closest thing to critical his kind wife could likely manage Kate said Anthony was taking the boys to the park today, why don’t you go with them?

Kate had opened the door with a sigh 30 minutes later, Sophie said she was sending you out of the house. A little smirk growing on her lips. Seconds later Benedict felt something knock into his legs with a screech of Uncle Ben! Benedict knelt and lifted Edmund from the ground tossing his up in the air to his delight. Anthony came down the stairs, Miles resting on his hip, saying in a mock whisper Here’s Uncle Ben Miles, Auntie Sophie’s kicked him out for being such a pest. Benedict rolled his eyes at his brother, as Kate said I’m not sure what you’re laughing about Anthony, you were so unbearable it’s a miracle our children have a father. Benedict felt a little smug as Anthony’s face dropped into a scowl. 45 minutes later he and Anthony were strolling through Hyde park, Edmund on a bicycle, the handle of which held firmly in Anthony’s hand as the pedals swung unused, Miles strapped to his front in a baby carrier. Benedict watched his brother happily, his heart glad. I’m really happy for you, Ant. You’re so happy with your family it’s just nice to see. Anthony had grinned broadly, looking more carefree than Ben had ever seen him and said, shrugging I feel like this is what I was meant to do. Be there for Kate, look after our Kids. It makes me so unbelievably happy. But really though, don’t listen to Sophie, you hover as much as you like! That’s what we Dad’s do. Hover in case we’re needed. And without even looking down, Anthony’s hand shot out and caught Miles’ dropped toy.

Benedict had very nervously strapped his month old son Charlie into his car seat that first Saturday morning. Sophie had been absolutely exhausted, trying to care for their son, even with Benedict’s flexible work schedule. And she’d said Why don’t you take Charlie out, Honey? Like an unsaid plea. Benedict had nodded though he’d bit his lip, anxiety gnawing in his stomach, what if he did something wrong? What if something happened. But he’d called Anthony who’d been more than willing to join him. They strode through the park with renewed purpose, chatting happily, Charlie strapped to his front and suddenly all of his worries floated away. Anthony cleared his throat and said a little gruffly, We might have a few more member’s of our little club soon. Benedict had looked up questioningly and Anthony had said, with a blinding grin Kate’s pregnant. Benedict’s heart had leapt with happiness for his brother who couldn’t have looked any prouder if he tried. Benedict looked up and said Are we still pretending we don’t know Lucy’s pregnant? Anthony sighed, Yes but Greg should be joining us soon so fingers crossed he spills the beans.

This got really long! My bad!

[newtonsheffield]

Following the theme of the recent head canons, what about Anthony observing Kate with their children (especially as babies because babies are absolutely adorable). You gave us such a cute snippet of Kate and Miles but what about the others?

Oh gosh! I’m so sorry you’ve waited so long, I hope you still want to see this! The post featuring Kate and Miles is here for those of you who haven’t seen it!

Okay! Mumma Kate giving Anthony heart eyes! Let’s go!

Anthony had awoken at 2am the day after they’d brought Edmund home from the hospital to an empty bed. He’d reached his arm out for his wife, hoping to tuck her against his chest in the way that always made his breathing even out, the calm Kate’s presence brought sinking into him, but the sheets on the left of the bed were cold. He’d sat up, frowning slightly looking around the room a little stupidly before pushing the sheets off himself and padding softly out of the room, searching for his family. The nursery door was ajar and Anthony nudged it open just a little further, peeking inside. And the sight stole the breath from his lungs. Kate was standing, bathed in the light streaming in from outside the room, moonlight mixed with street lighting, causing a soft glow to form around her, their tiny son tucked into her chest swaying softly as she rocked him back to sleep, humming softly. Anthony recognised the song as the one they’d had their first dance to, when they’d first been announced as Mr and Mrs Anthony Bridgerton and he’d thought his heart couldn’t burst anymore with pride. He’d been wrong. Silently Anthony padded back towards their bedroom grabbing his phone and taking a quick picture. After 59 messages from their families stream in the next morning Anthony admitted it was a slight error to send it to the group chat

Boys speak softly okay, Charlotte and mummy might be sleeping Anthony admonished half heartedly as Edmund and Miles ran ahead of him chasing after a portly Newton, flinging the front door open loudly. He’d taken the boys to the park for a few hours, Charlotte had been up all night and Kate was struggling a little and it was becoming a little overwhelming with three children under the age of five, he’d left Kate to try and let them both sleep in a quiet house. He silently prayed the boys hadn’t woken her. Why don’t you go upstairs and grab a book for me to read to you? Get Percy the ParkKeeper! He said as he helped Miles shrug out of his tiny coat, hanging them in the closet as his sons sprinted up the stairs. Anthony smiled as he watched them go, shaking his head slightly as he moved into the living room, his breath coming out as an odd huff when he sees Kate, stretched out on the sofa, sound asleep. Their tiny daughter laying on her chest, Charlotte’s fist tangled in Kate’s hair. Mother and Daughter breathing in tandem, identical sleepy frowns on their faces. It takes Anthony a minute to dislodge the lump in his throat.

The day of his daughter Mary’s birth was, the most stressful of Anthony Bridgerton’s entire life. He’d gotten a frantic call from his sister Kate’s having the baby you have to come now, Eloise had said more than a little harried, and Anthony had sprinted down all five flights of stairs when the elevator hadn’t been quick enough. His daughter hadn’t breathed air for five minutes when Kate had been rushed to surgery and mercifully, amazingly, Kate had been fine. Though He’d sobbed into his mother in law’s shoulder for a good few hours. But now as he watched Kate sitting with Charlotte on her lap who had Mary clutched in her little arms, Edmund at the foot of the bed smiling happily telling his mother about his day, Miles tucked into Kate’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist. He knew he would go through a million of these days for his family. Stop staring at Kate with heart eyes and get in there so I can take a picture of you all, Edwina muttered, nudging Anthony towards his family. The picture sits in Anthony’s desk until the day he retires.

[newtonsheffield]

LOVE the universe you’ve created. I really enjoyed enchanted but I might also be a little bias as I love Sophie.

Which got me wondering how did the press react to Sophie? Any HCs

Ahhh this universe is truly something else and I’m truly not sure I mean this in a good way! Sophie Beckett is truly a very special character aaaaand I think she deserves only good things, and I’m gonna give them to her tbh

Okay! Here we go! Sophie + Benedict+ press attention!

Goodness Gracious great balls of fire! Benedict Bridgerton (31) was seen in the company of an unknown young woman in Hyde Park yesterday! Bridgerton and his mystery gal seemed very much smitten as they sat together for a number of hours, sharing ice cream, while Bridgerton appeared to be drawing. What he was drawing we can only guess, but we certainly hope it was his lady love. Could it be, Bridgerton has finally found the right blonde woman? Only time will tell 4th July 2022

“I’m in the newspaper.” Sophie said softly, as she sat at Benedict’s breakfast bar, cup of coffee halfway to her mouth, flicking idly through the social pages, her hand stalling in surprise when she recognised herself, the picture, taken from a distance a little blurry. Benedict looked up from his iPad

“What’s that Soph?” He said absentmindedly, Sophie slid the paper across to him.

“We’re in the newspaper. You’re drawing me like a French girl apparently.” She said, a little smirk on her face as Benedict’s eyes flitted over the page. He looked up quickly in alarm.

“Shit, Soph I’m sorry. I should have warned you that this might-” Benedict started at top speed his hands reaching out for her as though she was going to sprint off into the distance. Sophie laughed.

“Ben, it’s fine.” She said, pushing his hair back from his forehead.And truly it was, maybe it was odd, but a small part of her liked seeing them mentioned together, and over the years, no matter what was said, whether they were speculating that she’d trapped him with a baby, they were breaking up, and a very odd rumour that Benedict had bought an engagement ring a week after that first mention, She truly didn’t mind. As long as they were mentioned together.

Her favourite mention came a little over a year after she started Benedict. Kate, who had given birth to Edmund a few months prior was forced out of the house by Anthony with a

“Go and have some fun, Kate.” The following snippet appeared in the newspaper the next day

The Bridgerton Wives Club was out in full force last night, the original member, Kate Bridgerton (31), leading the charge arm in arm with Sister Edwina Sheffield (26), Sophie Beckett (28), Lucy Abernathy (23), and Penelope Featherington (25) bringing up the rear. One can only guess exactly what happened inside THe White Rabbit bar, but the Bridgerton Wives club + England’s rose left in the early hours of the morning. Lucy was carried out by Sophie and Penelope also swaying very heavily, Kate appeared to be carrying a bottle of wine and a gold statue of a rabbit that was definitely not part of the party on entrance, stumbling slightly singing Mariah Carey’s Fantasy. Edwina Sheffield brought up the rear carrying everyone’s shoes and clutch bags, with a very exasperated look on her face. How does one go about getting an invite to the next Bridgerton Wives Club meeting? August 20th 2023

[newtonsheffield]

oooh question: what are the height difference vibes in your universe? I'm imagining kate & anthony to both be pretty tall and almost the same height, lucy is teeny tiny and greg pretty tall, but not quite as tall as benedict, but also sophie is super small, but not quite as small as lucy and francesca & michael have like a half a head difference between them, and now I'm wondering how you imagine them? 💖

Ooooo! Okay! I love this because I’m a sucker for a height difference! I’m gonna stick to the couples we’ve seen the most of in this AU (+ Michael and Frankie because MAYBE their story is coming up in a few weeks MAYBE)

Kate is fairly tall for a woman- 5ft 8 and a little but Anthony is a tall guy at 6ft 1 so there’s still a reasonable height difference, and Anthony can rest his chin on the top of her head. Though with the heels on that she wears for work she only has to tilt her head back ever so slightly to look him in the eye.

Lucy is positively tiny at 5ft 3 and Gregory is a little over 6ft and they have the biggest height difference of all the couples. That being said, everyone knows that Lucy is absolutely in charge of Gregory and indeed, she could kick anyone’s arse so they don’t tease Gregory about his pocket sized girlfriend too much.

Benedict is the tallest of his brothers at about 6ft 3 and Sophie is on the shorter side at about 5ft 7 which is reasonably average but when combined with Benedict’s behemoth size practically dwarfs her. Especially because she never wears heels unless she absolutely has to preferring sneakers to anything else.

Michael is not a tall guy, he’s 5ft 10. And Francesca’s brothers love to try and intimidate him with their size. Which works. Francesca is 5ft 7 which is perfectly respectable and makes them of a height when she’s wearing heels Like a perfectly matched set

[newtonsheffield]

I love your work! Can you maybe do Anthony being worried about Kate when’s she’s sick or breaks her leg or something along that line? Have a great day!

Thanks for reading all this!

Kate Sheffield had been Anthony Bridgerton’s girlfriend for about 7 weeks when she woke up with a sore throat, and her head ached, and her nose was stuffy. She’d rolled over groaning a little as her head throbbed. She’d shot Lucy a quick text saying she wouldn’t be in today and fallen back asleep. She woke up several hours later to 6 missed calls and a flurry of Messages

Dickhead💖 8:13am: Is everything Okay? Didn’t see you in the lobby today like usual. See you up there

Dickhead💖 8:43am: Lucy said you aren’t coming in today. I just to make sure you’re alright. Hope it’s nothing too serious. Love you.

Dickhead💖 9:58am: Kate I’m starting to get a little concerned. Just give me some indication that you aren’t dead and I’ll leave you to sleep.

Dickhead💖 12:03pm: Kate. I’m on my way.

“Jesus Christ.” Kate muttered to herself, her finger hovering over the call button next to his contact for a second. And just as she pressed it a furious knocking started on her front door, relentless. Kate groaned, getting out of bed, shuffling towards the front door, pulling her robe around her. She opened the door to find a very frantic Anthony, his hair a little disheveled, his tie askew, breathing heavily.

“Anthony, what the f-” but she was cut off by Anthony wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“Okay, Okay, you’re okay.” He seemed to be whispering furiously in her ear, more for himself than her it seemed. She pulled back.

“I know I am. Jesus Anthony did you run here?” She said, as his eyes seemed to be flickering over her.Anthony huffed oddly.

“Of course not, just up the stairs.” He panted lightly his hand coming to rest on her forehead, Kate leaned against his cool touch for a second. “Kate you look terrible.” He finished bluntly. Kate attempted a scoff, but it caught in her throat as it throbbed.

“Just what every girl wants to hear from a handsome man.” Kate said sarcastically. Anthony was unbothered, tugging her back towards her bedroom.

“You should have called me as soon as you woke up.” Anthony tisked at her as he settled her back into bed. Tucking her sheets in around her.

“Anthony, I’m fine. It’s just a head cold.” Anthony scoffed, moving around her room frantically.

“I’m going to get some supplies. Honestly, you could have been dead by the time I even knew about this. Ridiculous.” He was muttering to himself.Kate sighed.

“Anthony, Honey. I’m fine, and I’m sorry that I didn’t call but I just wanted to go to sleep. And I’ve been looking after myself for a long time.” Anthony’s shoulders slumped.

“I just... worry about you Kate. Can you just let me look after you? Please?” And he sounded so earnest, so childlike that she nodded and let him fuss around her for the rest of the day, like the most adorable mother hen she’s ever seen

[newtonsheffield]

Since this is being asked anonymously, you have no idea how many asks originate from me. I am sorry. I am partially responsible for flooding your inbox. This AU is just great and you are a really cool person! Also, thanks for feeding my Kathony obsession.

So, I am currently lying in bed with a hot water bottle because my period hates me. Obviously, the only natural response is for me to think of a head canon. Feel free to ignore this if you don't like it of course. (I firmly believe that women's health is nowhere near to being normalised in society and should be spoken about more but that is just me.)

As an independent i-need-no-one person, do you think Kate is yet again surprised at how casually and naturally Anthony takes care of her when it's her time of the month?

Okay, well now I simply must know how many you’ve sent in! And thank you for absolutely all of them! I have long suspected that this is all one person who read my fic and keeps refreshing the pages to give me a thrill and comes over here to leave asks to humour me 😂 You’re not my friend Tiarnni are you? I’m still suss on her though she Denies it completely! The idea of me as a cool person is ludicrous tbh, as I’m currently wearing socks with Obi Wan Kenobi on them and Mickey Mouse earrings but I’ll take it!

First off, let me say, I love this idea, and I’m very sorry your uterus has taken such a dislike to you this week! I do feel that Anthony would be super good at taking care of Kate during hers because let’s face it, the man has 4 sisters. He’s no stranger to menstrual cramps.

Kate’s period had always been a little... difficult. She generally had nausea for days beforehand and crippling cramps and it made her want to cry all the damn time. So when it had arrived 3 weeks into her new relationship dread had settled in her stomach, not only for the ordeal ahead but also for the conversation she’d have to have. She knew it was a natural process and nothing to be ashamed of but even so, previous boyfriends had always treated it as such an inconvenience. Can’t you just skip it? Had been said more than once in her lifetime and it just got tiring. And so when Anthony had sidled up to her in the afternoon and said Do you want to come to mine tonight? In that low rumble of his that made her stomach clench. She’d just shrugged and said, a little awkwardly, I can’t this week. Anthony had looked surprised and said, If you’re busy it’s fine I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together and- and his face had fallen and he’d looked so hurt that she’d said No, God I love spending time with you I’m just... she trailed off averting her eyes, I’m on my period. And to her very great surprise Anthony had rumbled out Oh cool, we can’t just spend time together anyway? Her eyes had flown back to his and he’d had such a soft smile in his eyes as he said Honestly Sheffield, anyone would think you were only after me for my body

Kate really shouldn’t have been surprised, she reasoned afterwards when he’d seen her wincing as they were sitting on the couch and disappeared only to return minutes later with a heat pack which he settled low against her stomach, tugging her until she was resting against his knees, his hands kneading her back in a way that made her groan. I’m sorry, I’m no fun tonight. She’d said apologetically and Anthony had huffed, You have absolutely nothing to apologise for. This is a totally normal thing, I just hate seeing you so uncomfortable. And her heart had practically burst with affection for him. Besides, he’s said I grew up with 4 sisters, this is far from my first rodeo. I have ice cream in the freezer if you want it.

The next week she’d been very surprised to open his bathroom cabinet and found the exact brand of tampons she used sitting there, clearly meant for her. And she couldn’t help but think someone would have to drag Anthony Bridgerton from her cold dead hands.

Hope you’re feeling better today!

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly!! I just wanted to tell you how much i’m loving Bridgerton and Son! It’s so good! Do you have any other headcanons about Edmund, in particular how he reacts to the birth of Miles and his sister! Thank you (and sorry for my English it’s not my first language)

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this (not so little anymore) series. And your English is perfect, don’t worry about it!

I actually love this prompt so much thanks for sending it in!

When Kate had realised she was pregnant with Miles, Edmund had been nearly 18 months old. Anthony had researched (Kate had scoffed and rolled her eyes when he’d said the word) the best way to tell a child they were going to be a sibling. Kate honestly couldn’t even remember when she’d been told Edwina was coming along, and Anthony remembered a little too well, so she’d deferred to him. Anthony had sat Edmund down between him and Kate, given him a new truck and said Edmund, Mummy and I have a very important job for you do you think you can do it? Edmund’s little brow had furrowed in a way that made him look even more like Anthony and he’d nodded. In a Few months, you’re going to be a big brother because Mummy’s having A baby isn’t that exciting? Edmund’s eyes had shot up excitedly and he’d jumped around the room thrilled at the prospect that he’d get his own Uncle Greg as he put it. Kate had leaned in close to Anthony smiling as she watched their son toddle around and said Do you think he thinks it will actually be Greg? Anthony had made an unsure noise and said Eh we’re hazy on the details. They could admit it was possibly a mistake to tell Edmund first when he yelled out as soon as they entered Violet’s living room the next day MY MUMMY’S HAVING A BABY! To shocked silence.

When Kate had been pregnant with Charlotte he was nearly 4. Kate had sat the boys down at the kitchen counter, Anthony behind her and said Boys, Because you’re so good at being brothers Daddy and I have decided to have a new baby! Miles’ had frowned a little uncomprehending but Edmund had smiled widely again, and said Okay! But this time I want a little sister. I want an Auntie Hy! Anthony had muttered in Kate’s ear I want a girl too but god help us if it’s like Hyacinth. Sophie had come up to Kate in the kitchen a few days later while the rest of the family was gathered in the garden and said I just thought I’d let you know Edmund just sat on my lap and told me he’s getting a baby sister. Might want to knock that on the head if it’s not true. Kate sighed loudly and said God help me that child is just as much of a gossip as his father!

Edmund was 8 years old when Kate fell pregnant with Mary. Anthony and Kate had sat their children down and very gently explained that They were going to have another baby in the family. Edmund had frowned Is Aunt Lucy having a baby? Anthony had scoffed and muttered Well, probably. Kate had shot her husband a disapproving look. I don’t know Honey. Edmund’s scowl had deepened. Is it Auntie Edwina? Auntie Sophie? Auntie Eloise? Auntie Frankie? He said listing off female relatives. Anthony barked out a laugh realising his son had misunderstood, Kate again tutted at him. No! She cut Edmund off, Honey, I’m having a baby. Charlotte had squeaked excitedly, Miles had grinned and Edmund’s mouth had dropped open in surprise. But you’re so old! Anthony started laughing properly now. And no amount of Kate’s glaring had stopped him.

[newtonsheffield]

As someone who is a massive fan of Benedict and Sophie thank you Thank you thank you for Enchanted! It was incredible and perfect!!

Do you have more of them coming or can you share some head canons to tide me over? Like how did Kate’s meeting with the evil step mother go???

Hello! Hello! Hello! Well, I'm not sure I'd say Enchanted was "perfect" because I'm not sure anything I put into the world could be anything close that, but I am very glad that you enjoyed it. Sophie and Ben will likely feature in this universe in future much as Gregory and Lucy now do because I'm afraid the main story in Bridgerton and sons will always belong to Anthony and Kate. _

I have done a short Drabble on the Bridgerton Wives Club + Violet claiming their first victim here. But here are some other Ben and Sophie headcanons..

Sophie was a little embarrassed to say, that she'd never really celebrated her birthday. Not since she was four at least. And so, when Benedict had said, a few months into their relationship hey, I don't know when your birthday is she’d said, a little awkwardly October 8th Ben had paused halfway through pulling his boots on and said You mean tomorrow? And Sophie had just shrugged It's not a big deal. And she'dalmost believed it herself.

As soon as he'd dropped Sophie back at her flat he'd started calling his family. Mum I need a favour. And Violet had started moving with purpose. Benedict had called at Sophie's the next day. Flowers in his hands a smile on his face Happy birthday, Soph falling from his lips. Sophie had stared at him, silently as he'd taken her hand and tugged her into his car. A soft Ben, where are we going? Falling from her lips. He just grinned and said you'll see!

Sophie looked up confusedly when Ben pulled up to his mother's house and even more confused when they entered her dark living room. Suddenly, the lights flicked on and the entire Bridgerton clan leapt out yelling Surprise!!! Sophie felt her mouth drop open in surprise,tears welling in her eyes as she took in the decorations and the pile of gifts in the corner and was unable to stop herself from bursting into tears.

When she left later, laden with gifts and left over cake she couldn't stop thanking people. Violet had pulled her into alight hug and whispered you don't have to thank family dear!

[newtonsheffield]

Hey I love your work and am such a fan! I was wondering if we could get some headcanons or drabbles of when Benedict used to interrupt Kanthonys Saturdays and how Sophie later fit into that? Maybe even some abt them being a happy family.

Hi! 🙋🏻‍♀️ Thanks so much for reading these little snippets!

I am going to remain uncharacteristically tight lipped on the first section of this ask because some of this is coming up in this week’s Update (!!!) that’s right! This week we’re diving into Ben and Sophie with a chapter that’s half Sophie, and Half Anthony (oooooooooooooooo ahhhhhhhhhhhhh) God, sorry about me.

Anyway here are some Ben and Sophie headcanons

When she’d first started dating Benedict, Sophie had been very apprehensive of the Bridgertons. Violet had immediately tried to pull her into all sorts of family activities and Benedict had looked so earnest when he’d said Please Soph, I really want my family to get to know you. But she’d been a coward and begged off. Eventually Sophie had been visited at work one day by Benedict’s sister-in-law, Kate. Sophie had been called to the front of house at the restaurant and seen Kate standing there with Lucy Abernathy, both of them dressed so nicely, looking so confidant and put together. Kate’s sister was a model Ben worked with, she knew this, and Kate was gorgeous in her own right and she exuded an air of quiet authority. She’d heard of Lucy as well who had more money than she knew what to do with but who worked and worked so she felt useful. Sophie shifted uncomfortably. Kate looked up grinning when she saw Sophie approaching saying There you are! Now I know you don’t get long for lunch but Lucy and I are going out and we’re not taking no for an answer! Sophie hadn’t even known what to say as she let herself be pulled from the restaurant. When Benedict had arrived at hers later that night she’d said, quietly I switched my shift, I’d like to come to your Mum’s for dinner after all. If you still want me to go that is.

Ben knew how uncomfortable Sophie was with how much money he had. He saw it in her eyes every time he paid for dinner, or bought her gifts so when he decided he wanted her to move in with him he had no idea how she’d react. She was sitting on his couch reading a book quietly and he’d said, quietly, Sophie? Can I talk to you? Her eyes had shot up to his, concern on her face. Of course, Ben. She’d said her voice small I’ve been thinking a lot and I think that we should- She cut him off It’s fine Ben. I get it. This was... a little too good to be true anyway. Benedict’s eyebrows had shot upwards as she’d stood up, and left a kiss on his forehead. So you don’t want to live together? Benedict had said, his voice confused. Sophie had frozen, turning back to him. You don’t want to break up? Sophie had moved into his house the next day.

Benedict had decided in his infinite wisdom, that he was going to make a cake for Sophie’s birthday, with their infant son. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, as a chef Sophie was always cooking for other people, no one ever cooked for her, and together, he and Charles were going to do it. He gotten up early, sneaking out of bed, without waking his wife, padding downstairs with his two year old son. By the time Sophie woke up an hour later, flour and sugar covered every surface of the, usually immaculate, kitchen Charlie was sitting on the counter his arms covered in icing up to his elbows, Benedict had batter caked into his hair and was icing a very misshapen cake. What’s all this? Sophie smirked as she walked into the kitchen. Ben spun around at the sound of her voice, icing falling onto the floor. Happy Birthday? Benedict said awkwardly as Charlie let out a Hi Mummy! Holding his hands out towards her. Sophie laughed and scooped her son up, his icing covered hands going to rest in her hair. We were trying to bake a cake? Benedict said awkwardly, I can see that, and you did such a good job. She cooed at Charlie Benedict rolled his eyes as Sophie laughed again leaning up to kiss her husband on the cheek. Sorry about the mess my sous chef made, I’ll clean it up later. He whispered in her ear. Sophie grinned back at him and leaned back towards Him. Even though you made such a mess this morning, I’m still going to tell you a secret. We’re having another sous chef for you to make a mess with.

[newtonsheffield]

When did Sophie work out the she loved Benedict? Benedict realised on their first date and by the 3rd wanted to marry her... how was it for Sophie? When did she know?

Ahh poor Benedict was a little ahead of Sophie,but to be fair, not by a long way! Shall we take a little peep?

By the time Sophie Beckett had been on three dates with Benedict Bridgerton, she knew that she was, rather embarrassingly,at least half way to being in love with him. There first date had started in absolute disaster but had finished perfectly, huddled together in the booth of a tiny cafe until the waitress had asked them, not very politely, to leave. He’d stood on the step of the building she lived in and smiled, nervously at her, and she hadn’t been able to help herself from standing on her toes and bringing her lips to his. And she’d felt like she never wanted to let him go. For their third date he’d taken her to Hyde park and shrugged saying I know you said you missed the fields, but this is the best London can offer and she’d felt tiny tears prick at her eyes because he’d remembered something small about her. They’d sat on the grass for hours, Benedict sketching idly on a piece of paper, and he’d pointed to an ice cream cart some feet from them and said, that man over there makes a mean rum and raisin, so casually without even looking up from his work and the words had been out of her mouth before she’d even really thought them. If you keep saying things like that you’re going to make me fall in love with you. Benedict’s pencil had stilled, and he’d looked up with the strangest look in his eyes, and her own had darted away and he muttered under his breath I hope so. And suddenly Sophie knew he really didn’t need to hope at all.

Two months into their relationship Sophie knew that if she was meant to spend her life with another human being, it was Benedict. It wasn’t one thing in particular that made her think it. It was a million tiny little things, or maybe it was everything. Maybe it was the way he left a mug of tea on the bedside table when he had to get up for an early shoot. Or maybe it was the way he read Great Expectations just because she said it was her favourite or the way He read Little women aloud to her smiling happily, using their intertwined hands to turn the pages. The way he looked at her with awe, almost adoration, shining from his face made Sophie catch her breath, and the way he threw his head back and laughed with abandon as if he didn’t have a care in the world and the way when she heard it, She didn’t have any either.

And so, when he asked her to go to Kent 15 months after they started dating her heart had fluttered, and she’d jokingly asked if he was going to marry her before he abruptly pulled the car over, kneeling in a muddy patch of grass on the side of the road, and asked her to intertwine their lives forever? She was more than ready to say Yes

[newtonsheffield]

Hey! I love your stories/headcanons! Can you write something about Anthony sending Kate flowers all the time after he learns that she’s never been given them only Edwina has (like in the books)? Thanks!

OOOo Anthony’s love of giving Kate flowers is well known in the Bridgerton and Sons Cinematic Universe (someone else’s term not mine 😉) He gives her a bouquet of tulips every Saturday here’s a little of how that started

It started the Sunday after they got together, so technically she had officially been his girlfriend for 14 hours, give or take. Kate was a little hazy on exactly the time she blurted out Are You my Boyfriend?! at that painfully awkward dinner last night. They’d gone to brunch with her mother and sister, and Anthony had insisted on stopping at the florist on the way there I want to make a good impression on your family Kate. He’d said tutting as he marched around the florist. Kate and scoffed, even as her heart warmed and said They’ve already met you, Anthony. Please can we go, I’m hungry and Mary’s pancakes are amazing she puts a little choc chip smile in them When they’d arrived Anthony had flourished the truly extravagant bouquet that had been wedged between him and Kate in the back of the car and Kate’s heart had felt a little sad as her stepmother cooed over the thoughtful gesture.

They’d moved into the kitchen as Mary fussed about looking for a vase. Mary had, rather innocently hummed to herself It’s so nice to get flowers, the mark of a real gentleman. And Kate had laughed the words flying out of her mouth before she’d even really thought of them The explains why I’ve never been given any before. Anthony had frozen next to her, turning slowly No one has ever given you flowers? And he had a look in his eye that made Kate frown. No, why would they? Anthony tutted, None of your boyfriends? That had made Kate laugh No, Anthony, None of my 4 previous boyfriends sent me flowers. Anthony had seemed even more surprised Not even after you had s-?  Kate had cut him off Anthony my Mum is right there! But No Anthony had leapt forward with a quick apology to Mary and plucked a tulip from the bouquet holding it out to Kate Let me be the first then And as she’d taken it, Kate had fallen a little more in love.

On Monday morning Lucy had knocked on her office door and opened it smiling a little tentatively Kate, you have a delivery. Kate had looked up frowning I’m not expecting anything this morning. She’d said and Lucy’s smile had grown a little more and she’d said, Mmmm I think he’s counting on that. Lucy had opened the door, and a man had walked through the door carrying a very large bouquet of Tulips, another man following him with two more, and a third man struggling under the weight of three. Kate had stared, a little open mouthed as the flowers had been deposited artfully around the room by Lucy. My my my, so many Admirers Miss Sheffield. Kate had looked up at the sound of his voice to find him grinning broadly, leaning against the doorway. Kate has scoffed half heartedly, though it came out oddly. Probably my boyfriend, thanking me so much for last night. Anthony’s laugh had echoed through the room for a moment. Perhaps he is, I’d read the card though. And then he was gone. Kate had sat a little startled, and finally stood to soft through the flowers for the attached card. There on the last bouquet was a tiny car with the words Making up for Lost time-A PS: Thank you so much for last night. Kate’s laugh had echoed through the office for 5 minutes

[newtonsheffield]

I don't remember if you've already shared this, but any chance we might get some drabbles about Anthony meeting Newton for the first time and generally Kate's two boys getting to know each other?Thank you for all that you do to create this lovely little world!

No thank you for taking the time to read every thing about this world! You deserve far mor credit than I do!

I have written a tiny little snippet about Anthony’s first meeting with the existing love of Kate’s life aaaaand I can’t find it! Because I’m terrible at tagging my posts, my bad guys. I’m not going to delve into that first meeting now because it’s actually going to be covered in this weeks Chapter Saturday !

Anthony had never really considered himself a dog person. If someone had asked him even a month ago he would have said a dog would never set foot in his home. And then Kate had looked a little unsure when he’d asked, more than a little hesitantly, if she would come to his for the weekend, the entire weekend, It’s okay if you don’t want to, he’d said hurriedly at her hesitation, I know that you’re busy and if you and Eddie have plans I more than understand. Kate had shaken her head and said It’s not that it’s just I have Newton and Eddie’s back home now but he’s my dog and she shouldn’t have to look after him. Anthony had nodded and surprised them both by saying Can he not come with you?

Kate had left for work a little early on Friday kissing Anthony’s cheek and saying I’m just going to pick up Newton and I’ll be round maybe at 6:30? Anthony had smiled happily telling her he would make dinner and Kate had left, contentment spreading through her chest. Gregory had looked up as she passed his desk an amused little smirk on his face Do my ears deceive me or is Anthony expecting you to bring a dog to his home tonight? Kate had raised her eyebrows stilling slightly and said Yes? Why do you look so amused? Gregory had laughed brightly and said Anthony really must like you, Kate. Hyacinth won a goldfish at a fair once and he made her leave it on the stoop and I quote There are no animals in my house. Kate’s eyes widened in surprise and as she looked back at Anthony who had a pen tucked behind his ear, tapping away on his iPad a soft smile came to her face

Of course, it was an absolute disaster. Anthony had greeted Newton at the door with a little shake of his paw and a Good evening Newton before standing to greet Kate who was looking at him with a very odd expression on her face somewhere between disbelief and adoration, her thumbnail caught between her teeth. Anthony had stood back and Newton had scampered into the house immediately making a mad dash through the hall towards the living room, Kate had hurried after him calling out his name and Anthony had followed behind a little bewildered wondering what she was possibly worried would happen in 35 seconds. As it turned out quite a lot. Anthony rounded the corner and saw Newton laying on his sofa, his teeth sinking into a throw cushion his interior decorator had just dropped off yesterday. Anthony was aghast as Kate attempted to wrestle the cushion from the tiny dog, finally succeeding though looking up at Anthony in dismay at the small rip. Anthony I’m so- she started, her eyes wide but Anthony just shrugged. It’s only a throw cushion Kate, and I wasn’t sold on it anyway. Newton, I am going to have to ask you to get down from there though. He said turning towards the dog who just yipped happily

Kate tried to no avail to get Newton not to sleep in Anthony’s bed. Desperately she tried, to coax him down onto the floor and he went, for a total of 15 seconds before he leapt back up, settling himself against Anthony’s likely ludicrously expensive bedsheets. Kate bit her lip worry gnawing at her stomach a combination of Gregory’s words and her own inner monologue saying This is a sign of how incompatible your lives are, and Anthony’s going to realise it. And then Anthony sighed and said a little exasperatedly Just let the bloody thing sleep there! If it means you come back to bed I really don’t fucking care, Kate. And Kate had smiled softly to herself before settling back Against Anthony’s chest, Newton happily curled at their feet when she whispered I love you, into the darkness, and Anthony’s hum of contentment had rumbled through her chest.

[newtonsheffield]

Dormant was a roller coaster of emotions and absolutely amazing. I was right when I quoted Michael Scott. From Kate dealing with her grief alone to her able to show her vulnerable side to Anthony, the entire thing was quite emotional to read. Your asks are either going to capitalise on this angst-fest or be littered with fluff requests because we need to heal.

On that note, did a certain blue handkerchief ever make an appearance again?

Okay! You guys got me! Dormant is... A LOT, I know and I really am Sorry for putting y'all through it. Poor Kate just really needed some time to grieve I felt. And I also really wanted to show that just because someone seems to cope well with something, we might still need to check in with them. So a few of you had questions about our handsome stranger and his lovely little embroidered handkerchief so I thought I'd make it this weeks outtake if that's cool? (I'm sorry there's no cut I'm away for the weekend so not on desktop!)

Anon said: Omg I have to know what happens with the handkerchief!!

@hallownight89 : I’m guessing that our dear Anthony was the one who have Kate the handkerchief... Tulips 🥰does Kate ever find out it was him and how do they react when they realise they crossed paths earlier?

Kate had seen Violet Bridgerton across the dance floor, watching everyone, a content little smile on her face for sometime before she made her way over. Excusing herself from Lucy and Gregory and picking lightly through the crowd, smiling as people offered their congratulations. Violet looked up when she saw Kate approaching, her smile broadened into something truly overjoyed.

"Violet, you should be dancing! What are you doing over here by yourself?" Kate said, settling herself into the chair next to her mother in law. Violet tutted.

"I'm a little too old for that I'm afraid. Where is that son of mine though? Don't tell me he's abandoned you already." Kate laughed

" He absolutely insisted on dancing with Mary,” Kate said, gesturing to Anthony who was surreally spinning her step mother around the dance floor dramatically, a bright smile on his handsome face as Mary laughed. “She fought him very little at the prospect.” Kate said humming happily. Violet laughed

“He is a good boy most of the time.”

“I’m rather fond of him most of the time.” Kate said softly, glancing down at the new ring in her left hand. When she looked up again Violet was smiling a little tears eyed.

“You really are an absolutely beautiful bride Kate.l Violet said, cutting across Kate as she tried to brush the compliment off even as a blush rose to her cheeks, “And you have made Anthony so happy already but every time I see him these days he seems even happier than the day before. He spent so much time looking after all of us when his father died I wondered if he’d ever find time for himself.” Kate felt a warm feeling spread through her chest as Violet cupped her cheek. “And don’t think I didn’t notice what you did for Benedict earlier as well!” She finished sharply, as Kate laughed again.

“Well Violet, someone had to do something to get Ben to stop badgering us all about Sophie.” Violet laughed again. And comfortable silence settled for a second before Violet took a deep breath.

“Edmund would be so proud of Anthony, and my god he would have loved you. Probably would have forced Anthony down on one knee long before he did it himself.” Violet whispered conspiratorially, tears in her eyes at the thought. Kate smiled again, she knew Anthony was feeling the loss of his father today despite the happiness, knew it because she was feeling the same for herself. Violet made a tutting noise, shaking her head slightly and pulling out a purple handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes.

“Goodness I’m like a tap today.” Violet said, folding the handkerchief and Kate caught sight of some very delicate embroidery on one corner, a tiny little Violet. There was Something oddly familiar about it though Kate couldn’t quite place it. Violet seemed to follow her line of vision.

“I used to embroider handkerchiefs all the time. Everyone had their own flower. I should do you some to match Anthony’s tulips.” Violet said thoughtfully. And then Kate remembered, a handsome stranger with kind eyes who’d sat beside her on some steps years ago. And she said, choking back tears of her own now.

“I would love that, Violet.”

[newtonsheffield]

Hello!!! I discovered bridgerton and sons yesterday and i binged everything you have written! And i looooove it! So do you have any headcanons about little Edmund and his siblings (maybe something about being jealous of miles at his birth and anthony can console him) thank you!! And sorry for my English, it’s not my first language 😘😘

WELCOME TO THE MADHOUSE MY FRIEND! Oh Boy, oh Boy that must have been such a horrible binge for you, I’m so sorry! I’m not sure how anyone reads these fics at all let alone all in one sitting. 😂 That being said, I’m very glad that people do! And so, for your enjoyment I present: Edmund Bridgerton + The other Baby Bridgertons

Edmund Bridgerton had been 2 years old when his Auntie Edwina had taken him to the hospital saying excitedly Edmund are you excited to see your baby brother? Edmund had hooted happily and said I’ve got an Uncle Greg now! Just like Daddy! And Edwina had smiled happily and exchanged a very odd look with Uncle Matthew in the front seat. Ever since his Mum and Dad had told him he was going to be a big brother he had fixated on the baby as his own Uncle Greg, and no one was terribly sure why. Edwina had opened the door and Edmund had run inside, bounding to his Mother who looked a little tired but scooped him onto her lap giving him a tight hug. Then his father had said very gently, Sprout, this is your brother, Miles. And Edmund had looked excitedly down at the baby his dad had given him, frowned and looked back up his father and said He doesn’t look like Uncle Greg at all! His Mother snorted behind him and said I think Daddy would be a little worried if he did, and Edmund had no idea why everyone was laughing.

Edmund would never ever ever admit it, but Charlotte is his favourite sibling. They were constantly bickering about something growing up. Who could climb a tree better, the rules of UNO, whether it was illegal or just frowned upon to aim the volleyball directly at someone’s head. But the only fight he’s ever been in in his life is because of Charlotte. Edmund had gone out with some friends for his 24th Birthday and naturally he’d invited his siblings, and everything was going fine. Perfect even, they were having drinks, people were dancing happily, and then he’d heard it. A friend of a friend of a friend say I’ll probably go home with Charli Bridgerton tonight, look at that dress she’s wearing, she’s practically begging for it. And Edmund had spun around his fist connecting with the man’s jaw before the man could blink A woman’s clothing is not an invitation you dick! Edmund said, his words punctuated by a punch. When his father came to collect him from the drunk tank in the morning he eyed him carefully and said Charli said there was an incident, though she wouldn’t tell me what was said. Edmund nodded, his eyes looking over his father’s shoulder, unable to look him in the eye. That’s my boy! Anthony Bridgerton said, pulling him into a tight hug. We’re not telling your mother about this though.

Edmund was nearly 8 years older than his sister Mary which meant that unfortunately there had always been a little distance between them, Mary hadn’t even been 10 when Edmund had left for University. And he watched as she cried and clung to his leg when he said he had to go. So he made an effort. Every day he would call his parents, and then ask to speak to Mary, and spend all afternoon listening to her chatter away about her day, and how their cousin Sarah was starting gymnastics again. And then when he came home he’d bound up the stairs and say I’m here to spring you Mary, get your coat! And he’d take her out for the entire day. The first time he’d said it his Mum had given him the oddest look and then pulled him into a tight hug. He’d pulled back after several seconds with a questioning look and His Mother had wiped her tears and said I used to say exactly the same thing to your Aunt Eddie. You’re a good boy, Edmund.

[newtonsheffield]

Γεια σου Molly. I am staring to doubt whether I should write to you anonymously, since everybody else does so,or I should just keep sending you these un-anonymously. Anyway, I just wanted to pass by and tell you that I wholeheartedly enjoy your writing, and I am always craving for every update of yours. If, however, all our asks are becoming overbearing, feel no hesitation to ignore us.

Have you had any thoughts on Franny and Michael? I have a special little place in my heart for them.

Have a good day (well I am not entirely sure what time it is over there, but u get the point) :) ❤️

HELLO!

I LOVE know who’s sending me these questions! Love it! That being said if being on anon will make people comfortable enough to send me requests, then I’m more than happy to have everyone on Anon!

My inbox is... truly overflowing at this point, and I’ve had a busy week and came to visit my mum this weekend so I’m sorry I haven’t answered many requests this weekend but Real life gets in the way sometimes I’m afraid!

Okay! An anon also asked to see Michael and Francesca

Hello ! I'm loving your fics and headcanons. Can you write some Francesca/Michael as parents?

So here we go!

John Anthony Stirling was born nearly 3 years into his parents marriage and both of them had longed for a child. Francesca hated that she watched her siblings with their children with a sort of jealousy. As her nephew Miles sits on her lap and plays piano with her while his sister Charlotte bangs a drum quite out of tempo in the background her chest ached. Ached when her sister in law scooped her daughter up admonishing softly and wished that she had that. Even the chaos she would take, and she hated that she loved Michael. So so much and he was enough for her, really. But still she wanted.

Frankie was nervous her entire pregnancy. It had been so difficult for her to fall pregnant and she was sure something would go wrong, that it would all fall apart. Michael had whispered in her ear Frankie, everything’s fine. The doctor said he couldn’t be healthier. And still she didn’t tell her family. Hid herself away from them until Kate burst through the front door of their house in Scotland, with a I was here for a conference and OH MY GOD FRANKIE!!! And Francesca is engulfed in a tight hug and suddenly Francesca has no idea why she was hiding.

John is one of the quietest Bridgerton cousins. Preferring to sit quietly in the corner, observing. And he idolises his cousin Miles. Michael and Anthony often laugh as Miles sits reading a book, his glasses sliding down his face, and John sits quietly mimicking his posture. Kate and Francesca can’t help but coo over it happily as Miles carries John around on his shoulders.

[newtonsheffield]

helloo!!! please feel no rush to get back to this (or honestly don't feel any need to get back to this at all, I can't imagine what your inbox looks like these days) - I severely miss Gregory and Lucy and hearing about them so I would love any headcanons you have for them. I love your writing!

Well Hello there fellow Lucy and Gregory Stan! Very pleased to see you!

Are you the one that sends me all of the excellent requests on them? As we know, Parched Lucy and a nerd Gregory truly live rent free in my mind and I too have missed them this last week!

Ahh yes, this inbox is truly, a very manic place to scroll through, and y’all have some truly excellent ideas that I can’t wait to fill!

So! Lucy and Gregory! Let’s go!!!!!!!!!!! (Too many exclamation points. I sound Manic, but I promise I’m just excited!)

Lucy Abernathy had never considered herself someone that was very into tattoos. She appreciated the artistry behind it in a very nonchalant way but she’d never considered them for herself, nor had she ever seen one and found it enticing really. Until she came home from brunch with Kate one Saturday evening (brunch with Kate was always an event) to find Gregory sitting on their sofa very very nervously. Lucy was instantly concerned. Why do you look like you’re waiting outside the head Teacher’s office? She’d said, much more freely than she felt. Gregory startled a little and adjusted his glasses, swallowing. Lucy, I did something today, and I just want you to remember that you maybe possibly love me? Lucy rolled her eyes at her fiancé raising her eyebrows. This tattoo artist that I follow on instagram had a cancellation and I- and Lucy’s heart stopped, because Gregory had raised his shirt slightly and there on his rib cage was a tattoo, several really like a patchwork quilt. There was a Death Star that bled into tardis, and something that looked suspiciously like a bouquet made out of stationary, and a Cup of coffee, and I Love You scrolled underneath, a testament to their lives together on his skin. Forever. And tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him, her hand hovering just over the artwork and he still looks a little unsure as she tugs him down for a kiss.

A month later she has the words I Know tattooed on her right wrist, a tiny pair of glasses next to it. Her Uncle Robert calls her as soon as he sees her Instagram post Tell me you did not do this for that boy, Lucinda! Lucy laughs brightly at says I’m rather afraid I did Uncle Robert, and she hangs up the phone as he yells angrily.

Thank you for indulging my Greg and Lucy love! 💕