Mr. Bridgerton and the Baker
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: Covered in flour. It is how she usually spent her days, working hard at her family's bakery. She just hadn't expected to have met him in such a state.
Word Count: 11.8k
Warnings: pining, angst, fluff, a small assault (reader gets hit, not by Benedict!), mention of pregnancy (like, literally a line or two),
A/N: Did I write an entire fic barely based on that one scene in Camp Rock where Mitchie is covered in flour? Yes. Do I regret it? No.
With the melting of snow and the promise of new starts, the social season was nearly upon the ton, nearly upon all the potential suitors and debutantesโall waiting with bated breath to secure a match this year. Of course, those in waiting were of high status, usually tied to the aristocracy or drowning in wealth beyond compare.
The others? The ones not blessed with endless funds or pure luck of royal lineage had the privilege, nay, honor to serve those who would be so fortunate. For the many, it included servicing the estatesโbutlers, ladyโs maids, governesses, home chefs and the like. For the patrons on Tilbury Street, it included the less sought after roles, polishers, cobblers, modistes and bakeries. One bakery in particular was the prime choice for the aristocracy, a diamond in the rough as some may say.ย
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โI just simply donโt understand why we cannot have our chefs prepare the pastries for the ball,โ Eloise Bridgerton nearly groaned, her arm hooked onto her motherโs. They had been walking up and down Tilbury Street for the better part of twenty minutes, simply enjoying the fresh spring weather. โIโve never known them to make horrid dishes.โ
โItโs the first Bridgerton Ball of the season, Eloise,โ the dowager viscountess murmured politely. โAlong with it being the first Kate has had the pleasure of hosting, putting an order in here is a fresh foot forward, one thatโll impress our guests.โ
Eloise barked back a laugh. โIf it is so important, why is Kate not here to make the order herself?โ
โThat, dear sister, is an excellent point.โ Following close behind the two Bridgerton ladies was a rather tall shadow, equally as dashing and nearly as cleverโBenedictโthe second eldest son of the Bridgerton brood. โSurely Anthony could spare his wife for one afternoon, I canโt imagine it being so difficult to pry them from their bedroomโโ
โBenedict Bridgerton!โ Violet snapped, turning hot on her heels to face her son. He could only laugh.
โOh Mother, you must relax,โ he said lovingly, patting both hands on her shoulders. โYou know better than I that it could have been a far fouler thoughtโwhy, I can easily imagine three other ways I could have expressed my way of thinking.โ
โAh, ever the poet, Benedict,โ Eloise smiled wryly, pushing her way to the front of their clump. No one had the heart to mention the glaring fact that it was likely she didnโt know the way in which they were headed.ย
โThis bakery,โ Violet continued half-heartedly. โIs a prestigious supplier for the tonโyou may recall their exquisite cake that we had ordered for Daphneโs wedding.โ
Benedict hummed contently. โIt was a good cake,โ he practically nodded off at the thought. The decadent sponge nearly brought him to tearsโof course, it could have very well been the relief from undue stress of Daphneโs season altogether, having nearly lost his older brother to an unnecessary duel.
โI think it was far too sweet,โ Eloise said, scrunching her nose in distaste. โI had to drink nearly three cups of tea to clear out the sugar on my tongue.โ
โAh, but whatโs life without a little bit of sweetness?โ Benedict nearly sang.
โPerfectly fulfilling,โ his younger sister quipped back.
The dowager viscountess could only sigh, her eyes reaching up to the clouds above. While she loved nothing more than being the mother of all eight of her perfect children, their endless bickering and bantering grew vexing. It merely took the Bridgerton siblings another minute of arguing before stopping in front of a quaint storefrontโthe sickeningly sweet aroma filling the street. โWeโre here.โ
โI could have told you as much,โ Benedict mumbled, rubbing his temple lightly. โThe scent isโฆ overpowering.โ If he were lucky, the headache that was quickly forming would dull fast.
โBut Benedict,โ Eloise turned hot on her heels. โWhatโs life without a bit of sweetness?โ
Violet Bridgerton was quick to catch her second eldest's hand before it met the back of Eloiseโs head. โIf itโs too much for you, dear,โ she released her grip. โPlease feel free to wait for us out here. It should only take a moment.โ
โLike a โmomentโ at the modiste?โ Benedict crossed his arms, his brow nearly touching his hairline. โIf I recall, the last time I accompanied you to the dressmaker, I spent over an hour basking in the summer sun.โ
โNothing logical stopped you from coming in,โ Eloise drawled. โOf course, if you wanted to managed to stay pleasant with the seamstress, one should have kept it in his trousersโโย ย
โWeโll only be a moment,โ Violet hushed Eloise quickly, grasping the top of her arm firmly. โThere seems to be little wait. Weโll be on our way shortly.โ
He huffed towards the sunโwhile there had been little heat near the start of the English spring, the sun was warm against his skin. Benedict enjoyed being outdoors more often than not, it was usually the reason he accompanied his mother on their errands nearly every other day of the season. That, of course, and the fact it got his worrying mama off of his back to be wed. With Anthony finally securing a match, it was only fitting for Violet Bridgerton to be working her way down her list of endless childrenโhaving only two of eight married off. โIt should only be a moment,โ Benedict reassured himself, watching various other families and couples walk by.ย
That is, until he heard a rather loud bang coming from the alley beside him. He should have known betterโhe was taught betterโthan to investigate outlandish sounds, especially in town, but Benedict Bridgerton was nothing if not curious. He peeked around the corner, holding his breath, preparing to be met with a wild animal of some kind. His view was shaky at best, hardly could see a thing around the bricks. If he wanted a better look, heโd have to take a few steps towards the unusual noise.ย
A large white cloud had enveloped the small alley, it was difficult to even see a few meters ahead, let alone what could have caused the loud commotion. Benedict waved his hand through the mysterious fog, trying to clear some air. โHello?โ He heard a soft squeak. An animal, it had to have been, Benedict was sure of it now. โIs anyone there?โย
A cough rang through the alley, startling him more than rogue vermin could have. The cloud had begun to dissipate, the white settling on the stone street below. Flour, if he had to guess, given the location.
โIโm alright,โ a voice murmured quietly, another soft cough following quickly after. The shape of a person came into view, the air finally clearing enough for him to make sense of the scene he came upon. It was one of a woman now covered head to toe in the white powderโshe had no distinguishable features, the flour was caking every bit of her body and dress. Just striking eyes that made Benedictโs heart jump to his throat. โJustโฆ made a mess.โ
โSo it seems,โ Benedict hummed, stepping over a pile of powder to get closer. โDo you require any help?โ
โNo, no,โ she laughed. โI wouldnโt want you to get dirty. I fear Iโve got quite enough of that for the both of us.โ
โI donโt mind getting dirty,โ Benedict said quickly, his tongue moving faster than his brain. โButโฆ yes, I suppose itโd be for the best if I refrained from getting any flour on me. May I ask howโฆ?โ
โClumsy,โ she uttered simply, the shrug of her shoulders speaking nothing but truth. โI must have the slipperiest fingers in townโI wish I could say this was the first timeโฆโ
โManage to cover yourself in flour often?โ Benedictโs lips pulled into a jesting smirk.
โNearly every other day,โ the woman sighed. โWeโve grown accustomed to purchasing an extra sack or two just for situations like these."
โI hardly doubt you could be that clumsy,โ Benedict laughed, leaning against the stone wall. โBut, I am painting quite the image in my head.โ
โOh I do hope Iโm decent in that image, Mr. Bridgerton,โ she giggled, curtsying in a near-mocking manner.
โHow do you knowโโ
โEveryone knows your family, Mr. Bridgerton, Iโd be a fool to admit I donโt know who you areโthough you and your brothers all blur together, so I am merely taking a shot in the dark in which of the four you are.โ
โOh?โ
She nodded once, a flurry of powder falling from her hair. A muffled shout from the back door startled her, grabbing her attention. โAh,โ the woman waved the air in front of her face, โI suppose I should take my leaveโget cleaned up.โ
โOf course,โ Benedict said simply. โI wonโt keep you.โ In nearly an instant, the mysterious dusted lady disappeared from view, diving into the back door. He was taken aback by her candidnessโhaving addressed him so forwardly without the pleasantries of a name exchange. โDamn,โ he mumbled to himself, kicking residual flour off of his polished shoe, โI never asked for her name.โ Would it be too forward to knock on the back door to ask for her? Benedict Bridgerton couldnโt wrap his head around the interactionโshe nearly sent him into a tizzy.
โBrother?โย
Eloise stood at the end of the alley, clutch in hand, face pinched in confusion.ย
โAh, I suppose youโre finished?โ
โHardly,โ Eloise scoffed, โMother insisted on doubling the initial order โjust to be safeโ. Sheโll be out in a moment.โย
โPerhaps I should go inside to accompany herโโ
โAnd leave your unwed sister unchaperoned in this part of town?โ Eloise pressed a hand to her brotherโs chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. His eyes danced quickly to the street in the distance, clearly not paying any attention to his sister. โBenedict?โ
โHm?โ He glanced down. โAh, maybe we should both go back insideโโ
โYouโreโฆโ she pushed on him harder, nearly sending him backwards. โActing strange. Not terribly long ago you wanted nothing to do with this place and now, youโre dying to jump into the building that brought you so much strife?โ Eloise removed her hand from him, settling it down by her side as she glanced at him up and down. The blues of his outfit were covered slightly in a white powerโnot enough to really notice, but enough to give the appearance of filth. โAnd youโre covered inโฆ flour?โ
โI donโt wish to share every moment of my day with you, dear Sister,โ Benedict said simply, sighing contently. โMy business is my business.โ
โBusiness,โ Eloise parroted. โSure.โ
Violet Bridgerton had finished the order quickly, mumbling something about the higher prices this time of yearโshe had gotten a good deal regardless. Benedict was hardly listening, for he was already planning his next trip to this very bakery, hoping to meet the girl in flour once more.ย
He never did get the chance, to go back to town. His studies took up most of his free time, any other moment he had was spent with his ever-growing family. Just recently, his sister Daphne brought over her newest additionโanother daughter named Belindaโwho happened to be yet another spitting image of her mother. Benedict had a theory that every new Bridgerton baby will simply just inherit all the Bridgerton features, so far he had been proven correct.ย
โDamn,โ Benedict mumbled, violently dabbing a paint brush into his water cup, the colors swirling from the end.
He had been in his studio for the last few hours, mixing endless pigments and oils together, trying to concoct the color in his mindโs eye. It was impossible, he theorized, to create the exact shades and hues of her eyes. It was the most striking thing he remembered about her appearanceโsave for the copious amount of white flour caking her formโand Benedict Bridgerton had come to the conclusion that her eyes were simply forged by God Himself, a color not meant for mortal recreation.
โWhy can I notโฆโ He sighed, slumping back in his stool, paintbrush nearly hitting his trousers. โThis is impossible.โ
The grand clock beside the door chimed out. It was nearly time to get ready for Anthony and Kateโs ballโan occasion he was most dreading, save for enjoying the few pastries that came from the quaint bakery down in town. Reluctantly, he began to pry himself from his studio and made his way to the washroom, preparing to soak away any remnants of her.
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โMother,โ (Y/N) chimed out, tying the serving apron to her waist, โI donโt see the reason for my attendance this evening. Surely the hosts of the event will have their own serving staff?โ
โ(Y/N),โ her mother exasperated, throwing a towel down. โYour brothers are ill and bedridden and have been the last few days. Your father and I are counting on you to help fulfill the order, my back isnโt what it used to be, if you recall.โ ย
The girl sighed, her eyes rolling right up to the cracking ceiling. โHow funny, it seems your back flares up nearly in time for deliveries to be made,โ the girl mumbled.
โWhat was that?โ Her mother turned quickly towards her only daughter. โIโm sure I misheard you.โ
โYou must have,โ (Y/N) sang. โFor I said Iโm willing to help with the delivery, mother.โ
The older woman narrowed her brow. โNever do I hear such sass from the boysโฆ Perhaps a bit of manual labor will refocus your priorities.โย
โI already agreed,โ (Y/N) reiterated. โAs if I had terribly too much of a choiceโฆโ
โNo,โ her mother clicked, slapping the a rather large ball of dough that resided on the floured surface. โYou do not. Now come, help your mother roll this out.โ
She had gotten ready for the ball in record timeโseeing as how sheโs never gotten ready for one. (Y/N) dug through her motherโs wardrobe, finding an old and somewhat outdated green dress to wear, but it did the trick just fine. It was far nicer than the frocks she had owned anyhow, a light embroidery laced the edges and was sure to be run over by her fingertips endlessly throughout the evening.ย ย
โThe carriage is here!โ Her father couldnโt have shouted louder throughout the small flat. Their home resided above the bakery, a quaint little thing with only two bedroomsโ(Y/N) had the pleasure of sleeping in a rather over-glorified closet. If she reached her arms out, sheโd be able to touch two of the walls easily, but like everything in her life, she made do. Unexpected child? Unexpected room.ย
โIโll be right there,โ (Y/N) said, tying the now-cleaned apron around her waist, checking herself in the reflection of her water pitcher. โDamned hair,โ her fingers moved to tuck a loose ringlet back into positionโshe had spent the better part of the evening trying to style it.ย
โWe need to load the carriage and make way to Bridgerton House,โ her father repeated, smoothing his formalwear out. He hardly had the chance to wear it, seeing as situations like this happen only once in a while. โWe must make a good impression, perhaps weโll find more business this evening.โ
โThatโll be a blessing,โ her mother agreed, heading down the stairs to the bakery. โWe could always use more business and the dowager viscountess is well liked around the ton, surely sheโll have pleasant things to say about our work.โ
โI thought we let the pastries โspeak for themselvesโ,โ (Y/N) chimed in, carefully picking up a parcel. Her parents simply glared at her, allowing their daughter to silently move along with the loading process.ย
The silence continued throughout the lengthy ride to Bridgerton Houseโthe bakers not uttering a word until disembarking to unload all of the sweets. True to her original thought, the Bridgertons had their staff do the bulk of the unloading, carrying each parcel and box into the grand room that was to be the heart of the ball, all that was left to move was the elegant cake specially ordered by the dowager viscountess.
โDo you need a hand?โ
โOh, that would beโโ (Y/N) turned around to the mysterious voice, only to find the same Bridgerton boy from earlier in the week standing behind her. โIโMr. Bridgerton, Iโm sure I can find my father to assist, you really donโt need toโโ
โI insist,โ Benedict held up his hand, effectively cutting her off. โI shouldnโt allow a lady to carry such a thing on her own, it would be most improper.โ
โIโm certainly no lady,โ she scoffed, readjusting her apron. โIโm not a part of your โseasonโ or whatever it is you lot do during the spring and summer months.โ
Benedict barked out a laugh. โDebuted into the Marriage Mart or not, youโre still a lady and I am ever the gentleman, so please, indulge me.โ
A blinding heat flushed across her cheeksโshe was sure it was visible from down the street. (Y/N) stepped to the side to allow Benedict to grab ahold of one side of the tray, her hands curling around the other. โThank youโฆ for your help.โ
โItโs no bother,โ Benedict said truthfully. โIโve been practically bored out of my skull all afternoon, this is truly the highlight of my evening.โ
โHelping me carry a cake?โ She asked, turning a corner carefully.
โSeeing you again,โ he hummed unabashedly, noting the way her grip stiffened. โThough I must say, I think I prefer you without the flour.โ
โHow do you know that girl was me? I was covered head to toe.โ
โYour eyes,โ Benedict said simply. โTheyโre the most expressive and exquisite eyes Iโve had the pleasure of viewing.โ
Benedict Bridgerton. The man who made her speechless.
โThat, and I made a bold assumption when I saw you and the pastries arrive this evening.โ He laughed lightly, afraid to drop the masterpiece. โI assumed correctly, no?โ
โYou,โ (Y/N) tried to allow her cheeks to cool before continuing.โWould be correct. Very wise you are, Mr. Bridgerton.โ
โBenedict.โ
โBenedict,โ she repeated softly, twisting herself to set the cake down on the table. โMy apologies.โ
The ballroom was grandโmuch nicer than any place sheโd dream of residing inโdelicate decorations hung from the sconces, flowers covered nearly every inch of the free space. It was, in every meaning, elegant. โThis isโฆ where you live?โ
โAh,โ Benedict rubbed the back of his neck. โMy brother has been kind to allow me to stay here since he married, seeing as I only have my own property in the country. But yes, this is one of the homes I grew up in.โ
โOne of the homes,โ she repeated back to him. โAnd here I thought I was spoiled with my broom closet.โ
He turned a vibrant shade of red. โOh! I didn't mean toโโ
Her laughter filled the ballroom, the lightness practically lifting Benedict upwards. โI was merely teasing. Iโm well aware of your status and wealth, Mr. Bridgertonโโย
โBenedict.โ
โAh! Sorry,โ (Y/N) felt the twinge of shame hit her chest, it was small but enough to keep her in line to avoid making the mistake again. โI meant it in jest.โ
โFunny girl,โ Benedict clicked, waving his finger lightly. โYouโve got quite a sense of humor.โ
โGrowing up with nothing more than sacks of flour and parcels of sugar allows one to get creative with her jokes,โ she explained carefully, treading lightly as to not make it sound completely miserable. โThough, I think they were a better audience anyhowโฆโ
โYou wound me,โ a hand grabbed his heart, knees buckling towards the ground. โOh how the lady wounds me.โ
โI believe I told you, Benedict, I certainly am no lady.โ
โWell, the lady has neglected to give me her name,โ he peeked up from the floorโhaving found quite a cozy position. โSo how else should I address such a fair maiden?โ
โFair maiden,โ she scoffed playfully, voice barely above a whisper. โCertainly am nothing close to a maidenโฆ but, if you must know,โ she paused, โmy name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).โ
โ(Y/N)โฆโ Benedict repeated it, mostly to himself. He rose from the floor, eyes not leaving her own. โWhat a beautiful name.โ
โIโthank you. I suppose you should give my parents such a compliment, though. I am simply the recipient of such a gift.โ
โWell, when I ask your parents for permission to court their daughter, Iโll pass the message along.โ
She froze.ย
โAh, what was that?โ
โI hate to be so bold,โ Benedict sighed, shoving a hand into his pocket. โBut I feel the need to let you know of my intentionsโmy interest in you.โ
โOh you must be mistaken,โ (Y/N) shook her head. โYouโd want nothing to do with a girl like me. Surely there are other women in the ton who strike your fancy?โ
โNope,โ he said simply. โNot a one. You, on the other hand, with your striking eyes and seemingly endless beauty, piqued my interest. If I may be honest, I havenโt stopped thinking about our encounter in the alleyโitโs been on the forefront of my mind for days.โ
She blinked, the gears in her head trying to keep up with the words Benedict was speaking. โBut I am not from your world, Benedict. Even if I was interested in pursuing a courtshipโโ
โAre you not?โ His eyes struck wide open. โIโm quite the catch, you see. Well-bred, scholarly and, if I might say so myself, Iโm quite the talented artist. Easy on the eyes, too.โ
โBenedict.โ He stopped and looked at the woman. She was practically glowing in the candlelight. โWhile Iโm not saying Iโmโฆ not interested, I canโt help but feel like you are infatuated with the idea of me and notโฆ me.โ
โHow do you mean?โ
She laughed humorlessly. โYou donโt know me, truly. My likes, dislikes, how I take my tea, what weather I fancyโโ
โSee,โ Benedict grabbed her hand, โI wish to know those things. Is that not the purpose of a courtship?โ
โI am not from your world, Benedict. I have priorities, a duty to my family and our businessโI canโt spend a moment thinking of the frivolity of a courtship with a man of your status.โ
โBut if I were, say, the butcherโs son it would be different?โ
โYes,โ she removed her hand from his. โOf course it would be. Iโm surprised you havenโt thought this through.โ
โI have been thinking it through since weโve met,โ Benedict nearly spat, feeling anger bubble up in his chest. โI am not the type of man who wishes to court just anyone, you know.โ
โSo you wish to court me just because you can? Because how ever could I say no?โ
โIโof course not!โ
โWeโre perfect strangers who shared a momentโalbeit an endearing oneโout in the middle of an alley. We both cleaned up and went about our lives,โ she shook her head. โNothing cosmic or magical about it.โ
โI did not expect you to be so against the idea, unlessโฆ thereโs another man of your affections?โ
She groaned, pinching her nose. โNo. No other man. Has a woman ever said no to you before, Mr. Bridgerton?โ
He paused, clearly taken aback.
โWell,โ she smoothed the tablecloth, the wrinkle in the bottom corner was annoying her, โlet me be the first, then. No, I am not interested in a courtship, nor do I think I have any interest in a courtshipโwith you or anyoneโso do not take it terribly too personally.โย
โNever? Donโt you plan to have a family of your own?โ
โI already have a family,โ she said simply. โI have no time for foolish ideas of having an adoring husband, three beautiful babies and a peaceful life out in the country.โ
โThat seems awfully specificโโ
โNo matter,โ she waved. โThank you for your interest, Mr. Bridgerton, I am flattered, truly.โ
She walked away, hoping to hide in the carriage the rest of the night. Was she a fool? To turn down a courtship from such a sophisticated and notable man of the ton?
Benedict seemed to think so. True to her comment, he couldnโt recall a time in which a woman had rejected his advancesโnever in the name of a courtship, this would be his firstโso to watch her walk away stung deeply, like a thorn to his heart. He was genuinely interested in the girl, he knew it. He just needed to prove it to her.
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Days had passed since the Bridgerton ball and (Y/N) had successfully faked a stomach ache and โrestedโ in the carriage until the night was over and done with. She was busy in the kitchen, working hard on a batch of fresh loaves for the storefront. Flour dusted her apronโthe humor not lost on herโas she thought more and more about Benedictโs proposal.ย
The bell to the shop rang out, her brotherโs voice gave a muffled greeting, nothing out of the ordinary for a regular day at the bakery. It was calming, to work with the dough, taking virtually nothing and creating something delicious was soothing to her soul. She continued to knead the dough, working it like clay against her palms before the door to the back swung wide open.
โ(Y/N), I do believe you have a visitor,โ Harry, her second eldest brother smirked. He had finally recovered enough to help around the shop again, much to their motherโs delight. โOne of the gentlemen variety, if you must know.โ ย
She stopped dead in her tracks.
โDid he give you a name?โ
โOnly asked for you,โ Harry shrugged. โI figured you mustโve been expecting him,โ he walked closer to her, taking over the kneading, โbrought you flowers and looks rather fancy.โ
She wiped her hands off on the already soiled apron, clapping her hands once for good measure. โDonโt over-work those, Iโll shove your face into the oven.โ
Harryโs laugh rang out through the kitchen as she braved the door to the store. She knew it was inevitable, to expect him to come and try to woo her again, though she wasnโt expecting it so soon. The door felt rough against her palms, swinging wide open to the storefront. Sure enough, a one Benedict Bridgerton was standing by the counter, eyeing the various loaves on display.ย
โAh, Miss. (Y/L/N),โ Benedict said, almost bowing. โIโm delighted you could join me.โ
โMr. Bridgerton,โ (Y/N) smiled sickeningly sweet, forced beyond all measure. โWhat aโฆ surprise.โ
โA wonderful one, I presume?โ He jested. Her eyes found the colorful bouquet quickly, she was trying her hardest to not make eye contact. It was ornateโfancy, just like her brother saidโdecked out in a healthy mix of wild blooms and expensive looking flowers. โAh! My apologies, these are for you,โ Benedict said, lifting the bouquet across the counter.ย
She reluctantly took them, cradling the bunch as if it were a newborn babe. โThank you, Mr. Bridgerton.โ
He swallowed thickly at the formality of his name, but bit his tongue. โI must say, you looked exquisite at the ball, but I think your natural element suits you more favorably, why, youโre practically glowing.โ Benedict pointed to her floured apron and messy frock, having been in the kitchen all morning. โLess flour than the first time.โ
Her grip tightened around the bouquet. โIs there anything I can help you with? Perhaps another order for your mother?โ
The man shook his head, laughing lightly. โNo, no order. I just wished to see you.โ The bluntness of his answer nearly shocked her, but the effect wore quickly.
โPerhaps I wished the opposite?โ
โOh, my dear,โ Benedict practically mewled. โIf that were true, you wouldnโt have come out here in the first place, now would you?โ
Like a gaping trout, she had no reply. Perhaps he was right. She didnโt have to come out to the front of the store, the gnawing curiosity got the better of her and practically pulled her through that door.ย
โIf you are here to try to get me to change my mindโโ
โI wish to spend the afternoon with you.โ
She blinked.
โJust one afternoon, allow me to try and prove how serious I am about courting you,โ Benedict said earnestly. โAfter that, if you are still of the same mind, I will never bother you again. You have my word.โ
Hesitantly, she lowered the bouquet, her shoulders slumping. She was thinking so hard about his offer, Benedict swore he could see steam rising from her ears. โIโฆ cannot just leave the bakery, itโs my familyโs livelihoodโโ
โIโll buy the lot,โ Benedict said, pressing a handful of coins onto the counter top. โSell me whatever it is you make in a dayโa small price to pay for a moment of your time.โ
โYou cannot simply throw your money at things and expect it to always work out for you, Mr. Bridgerton,โ she said sternly, eyeing the sack of coins longingly. She would be kidding herself if the offer didnโt sound appealing. โI am no woman on the corner, you cannot buy my time.โ
โThen consider it a tip,โ Benedict hummed, pushing the bag closer to her. โFor your excellent service at the Bridgerton ball. Nothing nefarious, nothing expected of you. Just a man buying some bread.โ
โLoads of bread,โ (Y/N) mumbled, quickly calculating how many loaves he truly was willing to walk out with. The amount of money was unclear, but if she had to wager, he practically bought out the whole storefront. Her parents would be thrilledโthey could even take a rare day off, just because their daughter spent the afternoon with a practical stranger. โFine. One afternoon.โ
The glee that washed across his body did not go unnoticed, he practically lit up the room with his joy.
โYou wonโt regret this,โ he said seriously. โTrust that my intentions are pure andโโ
โโhonest and true,โ she droned, finishing his thought. โYes, yes, I understand.โ
Benedict nodded. โRight. Well, shall we?โ
โWill you allow me a moment to change? I do not think you wish to spend your day with a girl caked in flour.โ
โFunny enough, I wouldnโt have it any other way,โ he grinned. She was unamused. โBut, if you insist.โ
It didnโt take long for her to clean up, a change in her frock and a readjustment to her hair was all that was needed. She found herself staring in her mirror a bit longer than usual, taking in her features. Could he really be interested in her? He seemed so taken by her looks when she herself considered themโฆ so plain. She shook her head, effectively jumping out of her haze and proceeded to head back downstairs to meet her suitor for the afternoon.ย
โPerhaps you were right,โ Benedict said softly. โThis may be your best look to date.โ
A heat warmed her cheeks and it wasnโt the summer sun. โFlattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Bridgertonโโย
โAh!โ Benedict waved a finger. โIf we are to spend the afternoon together, I insist you call me by my given name.โ
Her lips pressed together in protest. โIf you insistโโ
โOh and I do, my darling,โ Benedict nearly sang.
โBenedict,โ she corrected. โWhat sorts of plans do you have for this afternoon? Surely you did not produce such a grand gesture only to leave our day up to chance.โ
โI am feeling quite parched,โ Benedict said, almost ignoring her comment. โCare for a spot of tea?โ In their walk down the street, he had managed to stop right in front of a quaint little tea shop. She hardly noticed.
โAnd if I do not care for tea?โ
โI hear they have excellent scones and biscuits,โ Benedict countered. โSurely not sweeter than you, but delicious all the same.โ
โSweeter than my scones, you mean?โ
Benedict raised a brow, puckering his lips lightly. She heard him correctly the first time. โSo. Tea?โ
They sat at a small table near the back of the shop, a hot pot of herbal tea sat between them. It looked entirely domestic, a pot of tea shared between lovers, any onlooker could have deduced as much.
โPass the honey?โ (Y/N) pointed to the small jar next to Benedictโs hand. He nodded and pushed it closer to her.
โYou take your tea with honey?โ He probed.
โHerbal tea, yes,โ she confirmed, stirring a spoonful into her cup. โIf it is black tea, a healthy amount of milk is entirely welcomed in my drink, no sugar.โ
โInteresting,โ Benedict said, watching her intently stir the honey until it dissolved into the hot liquid. โI prefer plain black tea myself, though occasionally my brother Colin will bring exquisite teas from his travels across the seas.โ
โAnd Colin is which brother?โ The question slipped out quickly, she hardly noticed she had asked.
โOne of my two younger brothers,โ Benedict smiled gently. โNot much younger than I, but I do have a few years on him, not as many as I have on Gregory, of course. Heโs practically the babe of the familyโsave for sweet Hyacinth.โ
โEight childrenโฆโ She thought aloud. โWere your parents working towards a record number?โ
โI always jest that they wished to complete the entire alphabet,โ Benedict mused. โBut, alas, twenty six seems a bit much.โ He took a sip of his tea, enjoying the lingering aroma. โSo, you know there are eight of us?โ
โEveryone knows your family,โ she said simply. โDo not flatter yourself.โ
โOf course,โ he hummed into his cup, a smile brewing from his lips. โYou have siblings, yes? I believe I met your brother earlier.โ
โTwo older brothers,โ (Y/N) groaned lightly. โJack and Harry, the latter being the one you met. They areโฆ oh how do I put this? Exceptionally irritating.โ
Benedict laughed into his drink. โSounds quite a lot like my siblings.โ
โMy parents expect Jack to take over the bakery,โ she explained quietly, her voice lowering. โBut he has no desire to bake whatsoever. He can hardly make a sponge cake.โ
โAnd a sponge cake isโฆ?โ
โOne of the most basic cake recipes a baker can learn,โ she continued. โI usually end up being the one who pulls the slack Jack creates.โ
โAnd Harry?โ
โWhen he isnโt galavanting across town with the ladies of the night, he is holed up in his room doing Lord knows what. Certainly nothing that helps the family business.โ
โYou care a lot about your family and the business,โ Benedict said, stating what is clearly the obvious. โSurely your parents see it too?โ
โOh no,โ she shook her head wildly. โThat is the most asinine part of the ordeal! They simply do not see me as an asset to the bakeryโsomething that should rightfully be mine should the time come.โ She sighed, throwing her head into her hands. โBut, I am expected to keep my head down and decorate cakes like a good girl.โ
โYou say that as if you are their pet,โ Benedict scoffed lightly. โDo they truly expect such obedience from you?โ
โI wasnโt wanted,โ she said simply. โMy parents merely wanted a son to take over the businessโJack, heโs the oldest. Good for nothing, as it turns out. Harry was to have an extra set of hands around the bakery, but now heโs their prodigal child. Me? I was shacked with an over glorified closet for a room because there truly was no space for me.โ She sniffled. โAt least they got a decorator out of it.โ
Benedict tentatively put his hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. โYouโre more than a decorator. Surely your parents see that too?โ
โTheyโll see some use of me when I get home,โ she said into her cup. โSeeing as you bought out our store just to spend a measly few hours with me. Iโm sure that in of itself is worth having an accidental daughter.โ
Benedict all but scoffed at this. โYou cannot be serious.โ
โNot everyone comes from loving families that wish to do nothing more than pop out babies left and right,โ (Y/N) deadpanned, placing her cup back on the table. โIf it were truly up to my parents, they wouldโve stopped after Jack. But, much like the society you come from, an heir and a spare, I suppose.โ
โAnd you?โ Benedict almost felt afraid to ask.ย
โItโs like you said,โ she finished her cup of tea. โI am simply a pet.โ
Benedict was never one for fights, but he suddenly had the urge to put his fist through a handful of faces in that moment. โThatโs awful.โ It was all he could say.ย
โThatโs life,โ she shrugged, picking up a biscuit and examining it closely. Her nose scrunched. โIf you were trying to gain my favor, perhaps you shouldโve taken me somewhere with better biscuits. Itโs insulting to a baker to see such poorly made ones, especially in a place like this.โ
He knew she was trying to change the subject. โI shall do better next time.โ
โYes, I suppose youโโ she stopped. โThat was a rotten trick and you know it.โ
โI am certainly no magician, (Y/N),โ Benedict finished his tea, hiding the most devilish of smiles from behind the cup. โBut seeing as weโre finished with our pot, perhaps we can take a turn about the park?โ
โYouโd risk public outcry and a scandal for being seen with a commoner in the park?โ (Y/N) asked, pulling herself from her seat. โWhat would Lady Whistledown say?โ
โYou know of Lady Whistledown?โ
โEveryone knows of Lady Whistledown,โ she scoffs. โI may not have the pleasure to afford her column every time she publishes, but occasionally our regulars will leave their pamphlet for me once theyโre finished.โ
โOnly read the good bits, I take it?โ
โAs much as I donโt understand the world you come from, Benedict, reading Whistledown helps me fill the gaps I am so obviously lacking. Truly, even if I did grow up in your society, I doubt Iโd be able to understand much more than I do now anyway.โ
โI reckon youโre right,โ Benedict said, a laugh escaping through his nose. โIโm not one for society anywayโnever cared much for it.โ
โSurely news of this would cause a scandal, though?โ
โNews that I am simply walking in the park with a friend? Oh how the newsboys will have trouble selling that story,โ Benedict mused, leaning down towards the lady. โPerhaps if we were seen doing something less proper, I suppose. Do you wish to be doing something less proper, (Y/N)?โ
She didnโt dignify his question with a response, though, the rouge on her cheeks was answer enough.
โ
It only took a handful of minutes to walk to the park, the tea shop was so close already. How convenient.
The other ladies in the park, the ones of a more genteel breeding, they were dressed finer than anything (Y/N) could have put on. She felt out of place. She usually did, of course, but something about her outdated frock in contrast to how striking Benedict looked and dressed? It felt rather foolish.ย
Perhaps it was the notoriety of the Bridgerton walking beside her, or the self consciousness of being underdressed enough to catch the eyes of anyone walking past, but it felt like she was a spectacleโsomething in a museum or on display. She was holding bright light, nearly shouting at everyone that she was not enough, not worthy to be in this park, let alone with this man.
โI am tired of walking,โ (Y/N) said suddenly.ย
โWe have only just begun,โ he laughed. โBut if you require a respiteโโ
โLetโs sit,โ (Y/N) said just as quickly, practically running to the edge of the pond. Perfectly out of sight to everyone.
โHow secluded,โ Benedict mused. โI daresay, I never thought youโd be so agreeableโโ
โHush,โ (Y/N) admonished, holding a finger up. โI am simply in need of a breakโaway from prying eyes.โ
Benedict nodded, not daring to pry further. He watched her slump to the ground, her dress skirt billowing around her like a cloud before settling to the gravity. He continued to stand. โI rather like this park.โ
โA park is a park.โ
โHave you been before?โ
โHere?โ She shook her head. โObviously not.โ
โMy family, we would come to London during the social season,โ Benedict explained. โOur usual residence is out in Kentโanyhow, my father had this spectacular notion to come to the park every week as a family. Looking back, it was probably to save face and show a united Bridgerton front.โ
She looked up at Benedict, who was currently plucking a few leaves off of the low hanging branches of the tree. โSounds wise.โ
โHe was the wisest,โ Benedict agreed. โKeeping the ever-growing number of Bridgerton children entertained became a sport. Anthony, Colin and I were always squabbling, drove my mother rightfully insane, so, my father had a bright idea.โ
โPaste your lips together?โ She offered.ย
Benedict knelt down, close to the edge of the water. โNo, but I do not doubt that idea crossed their minds,โ he laughed, bringing the leaves in his hands to view, โmy father suggested racing.โ
โHorse racing?โ
He shook his head. โWeโd each pick a leaf and follow it to the other edge of the pondโkept us entertained for hours, running back and forth to reset our leaves and chase them down.โ
โSmart man,โ she hummed, genuinely impressed by the late viscountโs cleverness.
โSo, pick your contender,โ Benedict said softly, displaying the spare leaves like cards in a deck.ย
โYou are serious?โ
โDead serious, Iโm afraid,โ Benedict clicked, pushing his hand a bit closer to her. โCome on, humor me.โ
She looked down at the leaves and back up at Benedict, his blue eyes rivaling the color of the pond. Taking an interest in the middle leafโit was the longest and skinniestโshe plucked it from his fingers. โThis one.โ
โExcellent choice,โ Benedict said cheerily, dropping the other leaves. โI am more inclined to a smaller oneโseems they move faster down the shore.โ
โSize isnโt everything, Mr. Bridgerton,โ (Y/N) crossed her arms, resting them on her knees. She would never dare to admit it out loud, but she was having a bit of fun.
โAh, perhaps not,โ Benedict jested with her, her jab not even shocking him in the slightest. โBut, I reckon it will be a close match regardless.โ
After insuring that the lovely lady in his company was watching his movements closely, he set the leaves down on the surface of the water. โFinish line is by that tree over there,โ he pointed, finally letting go with his other hand.
โMay the best leaf win,โ she giggled. Giggled? Good Lord. A crooked grin cracked on his face, focused too intently at the company rather than the match at hand. โAre you not going to chase them?โ
โAnd leave you?โ He scoffed. โPerish the thought.โ
โI just thought,โ her gaze was caught on the leaves, still floating down the edge of the pondโslower than she anticipated, โwell, I suppose I wanted to get the whole picture of your family tradition.โ
โShall I run along the coast, then?โ Benedict asked playfully, rising back to his feet, thumb pushed towards the water.ย
โOnly to humor me,โ she shrugged, not even fighting the smile on her face.ย
โWell, in that case,โ Benedict began to remove his jacket, throwing it beside her. With a light jog he caught up to the leaves, they hadnโt gone very far anyway, perhaps if it were a windier day heโd have a faster time to keep up with. โYou are in the lead!โ He called out.ย
โBrilliant!โ Her hands were clasped around her mouth, a cone to help amplify her shout. His smile was like the sun, warm and invitingโshe wished she could spend the day in such a warmth. Benedict practically jumped for joy when the leaves made it to the final stretch, crossing to the rocks on the shore. Nearly falling into the water, he managed to scoop the leaves up and jog back to the woman in the grass. โWell?โ
โWell, what?โ He asked, nearly out of breath, smile still pulling his lips upward.ย
โThe winner?โ
โAh,โ he fell to the ground, sitting comfortably next to the bakerโs daughter, pocketing the leaves. โA secret.โ
โSo you lost?โ
โOh, I assure you, if you won I would be celebrating you until the end of our time together,โ Benedict sang. โHoweverโฆโ
โI lost?โ She scoffed.ย
โA gentleman is humble in his successes,โ he explained carefully. โWe could go again?โ
โNo,โ she said, humor in her voice. โI think that was more than enough excitement for one afternoon.โ
โFor once, we agree,โ he said. โMay Iโฆ? Could I ask you a question?โ
โIf you are proposing marriage, I am afraid Iโll have to declineโโ
โNo, no,โ he laughed heartily. โNothing of that sort.โ
โI suppose I could find it in myself to answer a different question, then.โ
โYou were cold to me this morning,โ Benedict noted, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. โBut not on the day we met. What changed?โ
She sighed, pulling her knees to her chest, gaze locked out on the now setting sun. โIโฆ am not entirely sure.โ
โSurely it was not the leavesโโ
โThe leaves may have helped,โ she admitted. โHumanized you, in a way.โ
โWas I inhuman before?โ
โNaturally,โ she retorted. โI mean, is it not obvious?โ
โYou were protecting your feelings,โ Benedict finally realized. โAll this time. You did not wish to be hurtโtruly afraid I was merely stringing you along as an elaborate prank or ruse? Is that right?โ
โHow could someone like you ever have an interest in a pauper like me? The bakerโs daughter and the son of a viscount?โ Tears dotted her eyes, threatening to fall. How she came so close to crying was beyond her. โIt seems implausible.โ
Benedict dropped the grass, fully looking at the lady beside him. She had made herself nearly as small as she felt. He had hit the nail on the head. A gust of wind blew by, bringing leaves down from the tree above.ย
โI do not think less of you because of whose daughter you are,โ Benedict said softly, removing a stray leaf from her hair. His fingers guided her head towards him, begging for her to look his way. โI care only about you. Getting to know you. Frankly, your father seems like a mostly alright man, but I do not wish to know him the way I wish to know you.โ
โYou may wish for that,โ she sniffled. โBut what would the rest of your world think? You, trying to court a woman below your statusโโ
โThe only people who should be caring so deeply about my potential courtship are my intended and me,โ Benedict said sharply. โThe rest of the ton can frankly kiss my rear end.โ
This raised a laugh out of her. It was bubbly and pure, almost like the one of a child. โYou truly donโt care what people think about you?โ
โNo,โ he shook his head. โI do not.โ
โHow freeing that must be,โ she said.ย
โBeing the second son has its perks,โ Benedict looked at her, really looked at her. โNo one expects me to be proper all the time. I am given the freedomโfinancially and otherwiseโto do as I please. I do not have to worry about inheriting a title, siring heirs, that is my brotherโs responsibility.โ
โWhy me?โ
His head quirked. โI do not understand?โ
โYou could court any girl of the ton,โ she said. โAnd I am sure more than half of them would never turn down a chance to be courted by a Bridgertonโโ
โThey wished for the title,โ Benedict sighed. โTo be Viscountess Bridgerton, to marry my older brother and have the notoriety. That ship has already sailed, I'm afraid. You are kind in thinking that many women would be after me though.โ
โYou are not ugly,โ she listed, โyou have a great humor about you, a pleasant demeanor and a kindness in your eyes. The women of the ton must be foolish, then.โ
โPerhaps the foolish one is you?โ
โI beg your pardon?โ
โYou truly think those things about me?โ He asked, awaiting a response. Her jaw was slack, clearly not about to give him any sort of confirmation to his question. โI believe your words, I do. But perhaps you should look at yourself with such eyes?โ
โI-I donโt understandโโ
โOur class differences aside,โ Benedict said, as if it was easy to just ignore that, โwhile I was taken by your beauty at firstโyour eyes are something the Gods themselves forged in the fires, stars rivaling their shineโit was your continuous personality that kept my attention. Granted, it helped you were once covered head-to-toe in flour, it really brought out your features.โ
Her cheeks flared at the recollection of their first meeting. โIt was not my finest moment.โ
โAnd you were vulnerable all the same,โ he continued. โYou cared not for who I was, yet, you showed an interest in me anyway. You may not agree with that statement, but you and I know it to be true in some shape or form. The only thing that holds you back is this notion on our classesโโ
โPerhaps I am interested in you,โ (Y/N) cut him off. โPerhaps I wish to be courted by you, attend balls and dress in pretty gowns, drinking expensive drinks and whispering sweet nothings. But that is all that it isโa wish. I know my place in this world, it is a right shame you have such a fantasy about yours.โ
โ(Y/N)โฆโ
โNo,โ she stood up, brushing the blades of grass and leaves off of her skirt. โI hoped that you would understand, Benedict. I agreed to this afternoon because it felt like I had no choice in the matterโyou practically bought my time, after all. What I did not expect,โ she hiccuped, โI did not expect that I would enjoy such an afternoon.โ
โYou enjoyed yourself,โ Benedict rose to his feet, desperate to match her gaze head on. โWhy can you not allow yourself to have that joy? Allow your heart to follow its call?โ
โI do not have such liberties to listen to my heart,โ (Y/N) said softly. โI must use my head for every choice I make. An afternoon with you allowed my family to have enough money to make it through the end of the season without going hungryโโ
โAnd an afternoon with me has brought such happiness to fill your soul for much longerโโ
โHappiness has little importance,โ she scoffed. โI would rather see my family healthy and surviving than even think about a notion like happiness or joy.โ
โYou have said yourself that your family treats you like a pet,โ Benedict took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He neednโt explode in the park. โWhy do you care so much about them if they care so little for you?โ
โBecause it is all that I know!โ The candle had finally reached its end, burning out with a sizzle. โAll I have ever known is my life in the bakery, rising early to make the dough, peddling samples to those walking by and hopingโprayingโthat they step in our store and purchase something. Because a sale of a few loaves of bread or cakes meant we could afford to buy vegetables for a soup, something to eat with our days old bread.โ
โIf you were with me, you wouldnโt ever need to think about things like that again,โ Benedict said, his voice wavering on a whisper. โI could support you, support your family.โ
โAnd that is precisely why I do not wish to continue this,โ she raised her finger. โI do not need an affluent man to come and save meโโ
โBut I could helpโโ
โI do not need your help!โ
โYou obviously do!โ
She took a step back, the tears from before finally reappearing in her eyes. โO-obviously? Because I am of a lower class you believe, in that giant and empty head of yours, that you can simply win my favor by saving me? Offering riches and experiences that I should be grateful and thanking every God that will listen that you are even willing to give me?โ
โYou know that is not what I meantโโย
โYou believe that because you are who you are, and I am who I am, that I couldnโt possibly say no to you,โ her gaze flicked with anger, a fire looming. โWhile the ladies of the ton have their choices, I do not, so it makes it easy for you to pine over someone who simply has no choice in the matter.โ
โNoโ(Y/N)โโ ย
โThis afternoon has been lovely,โ (Y/N) spat, looking to the skylineโthe sun had finally set, โbut I am afraid that the afternoon is over. I shall be taking my leave.โ
โPlease reconsider,โ Benedict begged, willing to try anything to get her to stay. โI wish to know you.โ
โA shame, then,โ (Y/N) said, turning around. โWishing for something so foolish.โ
โ
โHer head is in the clouds,โ Jack whispered.
โNo, I reckon her head is in the dough,โ Harry mumbled back to his brother.ย
โI can hear you, you know,โ (Y/N) ground out, working hard on a rather unruly clump of dough that simply would not cooperate. โAnd if I can hear you, you are close enough to be helping.โ
โBut that is so exhausting," Harry groaned, leaning against the countertop. โBesides, how are you ever going to impress your betrothed if you do not keep such toned arms?โ
She threw the dough against the counterโhard. โHe is not my betrothed.โ
โBut you wish for him to be, no?โ Jack giggled, playing with a few burnt bunsโa mishap of his own creation.
โI say, Sister,โ Harry said. โWhy do you not pursue that Bridgerton? He clearly is interested in you, or, have you forgotten all of the flowers he has sent?โ
The front of the shop was practically a floristโs dreamโcovering every free inch of counter space with beautiful bouquets. Her mother simply refused to throw out such lovely blooms, even going so far as to fish the first one out of the trash after her daughter made quick work to dispose of it. โHow could I possibly forget about the man who continuously flaunts his wealth to get what he wants?โ
โHe wants you, surely that is not lost on you?โ
โOf course not,โ she continued to knead, a few hairs falling into her face. โBut he is so insistent on getting me to agree to his whims simply becauseโโ
โHe has money, (Y/N),โ Jack scoffed. โGood money. Christ, you spent half of a day with him a few weeks ago and we were able to finally purchase meat for dinner. Imagine if you married himโโ
โSo you want your sister to be married off for your own financial gain?โ
โWhat else would you marry for?โ Harry laughed. โLove?โ
She stopped kneading. โWhy do you not go and try to marry a wealthy lady, then? Hm? Surely a woman of genteel breeding would be much taken by the idea of a rugged bakerโโ
โThat Bridgerton is already interested,โ Harry shrugged. โAt the very least, if you end up with child he would provide enough fundsโโ
โFirst you wish to marry me off, now you wish for me to have his bastard?โ She couldnโt help but laugh, ignoring her hard work on the counter. โWhy can I not make my own choice? I do not wish to be with Mr. Bridgerton, I wish to stay here at the bakery.โ
โFucking stupid,โ Jack scoffed. โIf I were in your shoes, I would let the gentleman pay for anything my heart desiresโforget about this wretched place and move on with my life.โ
โAnd abandon our legacy?โ
โYou mean my legacy,โ Jack corrected. โI am to inherit the bakery, it is my birthright. You? I suppose I will allow you to continue your grunt work hereโโย
โWho else will do the baking?โ Her voice rang throughout the kitchen. โMother and Father are nearing the end of their career, both becoming too frail to continue with the rigorous task of this place. I am the only oneโthe only competent member of this family who can keep this shit afloat! And you want me to justโฆ give that up?โ
Jack stood a little straighter. โIt was never your place.โ
โHarry is set to inherit the bakery now, you know it. Yet someone had to fill the shoes of the family fuck-up instead, no?โย
It was a sharp pain, suddenly and all at once against her cheek. It took her only half a second later to realize what had happened, her other brotherโs face was only a confirmation on the fact.
โJack, what the hell?!โ Harry practically screamed. โYou hit her?โ
โShe insulted me!โ
โYou deserved it,โ Harry said, pushing his older brother back. โShe only spoke the truthโโ
โSo I am allowed to be walked over by my baby sister?โ Jack scoffed, pushing Harry back. โA woman? No fucking chance, mate.โ
Her hand had covered her cheek, already feeling warm to the touch. Everything was too much, too loud, too bright. She had to get out of there, had to forget all about the dough on the counter, forgetting all about the brother who had just smacked her silly. The back door wasnโt lockedโno surprise as Jack was the last one to use itโmaking it easy for her to push into the alleyway and into the rain.ย
Rain.ย
Pelting like bullets, the wet drenched her clothing in a mere instant, making it harder to escape. Where had she planned to run anyway? She had nowhere to go, her entire world was contained to the four walls of the bakery, never daring to explore the rest of it, not when her world was already so encompassing, so inviting.ย
In theory, anyway, it seemed.
So, she ran. A mix of running and walking, she kept moving forward. By the time she left her part of town, she knew her brothers would not bother coming for her. The rain alone was a deterrent, even Harry, the one who loved her more, wouldnโt dare to brave the elements just to reel his sisterโs whims in.ย
A splotch of purple entered her vision. How long had she been moving? Did she even expect to come here? Did her subconscious send her in this direction for a reason?
She knocked on the bright door before she could find out.
โGood evening, maโam,โ a butter said politely. โWhat business do you have?โ
โI am here to call upon Benedict Bridgerton.โ
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His quill had soaked the parchment below with ink, having left the tip upon it for far too long. He had been lost in thought, contemplative, especially the last few weeks. Benedict knew he had hurt her, had insulted her very being, yet he still tried. Every other day heโd send a fresh bouquet to the bakery, a new poem attached to the stems. Perhaps she read them? He knew it was more likely that she burned them, in the ovens or otherwise.ย
At the very least, he knew that the blooms were being displayed at the shop. Hope. That is what it had given him.
โMr. Bridgerton, you have a caller,โ a butler knocked, opening his door a crack wider.
โA caller? In this weather?โ
โShe seemed rather insistent,โ the butler shrugged. โShe is waiting in the drawing roomโI already sent for tea and towels for the lady.โ
โA lady is here to see me?โ Benedict quirked his brow.
โA Miss. (Y/L/N),โ the butler said. โNo calling card, soaked to the bone and she seemed a bitโฆ out of sorts.โ
Benedict had already risen from his desk, practically pushing past the staff member to reach the stairs. Missing a step or two, he made it to the drawing room and shoved the door open. In the center of the blue room was (Y/N), dripping onto the wooden floor, shaking like a leaf.
โ(Y/N)โฆโย
โI-I had nowhere else to go,โ she began to explain. โI did not even realize I was here until I knocked on the door. It was foolishโโ
โNo,โ Benedict shook his head, reaching to take her hand in his own. โIt is quite alright. You are more than welcome to be here.โ
His hands were warm, or perhaps she was just that cold, making them feel like a fire. โI am so sorry, Benedict.โ
โFor what?โ He asked genuinely.ย
โEverything?โ She offered. โI-I am not sure of what, exactly, but I feel that I need to apologize.โ
โYou neednโt apologize for anything,โ he said. โNot with me, not ever.โ
She looked up at the ceiling, afraid to make contact with his blue stare. โI needed to get away. My brother heโJack hit me.โ
Benedict froze, his entire body went rigid. โIโll kill him.โ
โI suppose I deserved it,โ she shrugged, now looking at the ground. โTalking back to him, assuming things that could never beโโย
โA man has assaulted you,โ Benedict squeezed her hand tighter. โBrother or not, he put his hands on you. You did nothing of the sort to deserve such a thing.โ
โI donโt think I can go back there,โ (Y/N) said softly. โPerhaps this was just the moment that gave me clarity. Opened my eyes, so to speak.โ
Benedict took a good look at her face, red and splotchy, whether it was from the smack or the tears, he could not tell. โTea is on the way, I shall request a cold compress for your cheekโโ
โI do not wish to impose.โ
โYou shall wish for nothing here,โ Benedict said quietly, firmly. โYou will stay until the rain lets up, or, you provide me with a suggestible plan for your next steps.โ
โI cannot go back,โ she finally looked up at Benedict. โAs much as I would like to, I simply cannot.โ
โIf you do not want to go back, I will support you. If you want to leave town, the country even, I will support you,โ he said seriously. โPlease allow me to support you.โ
โI could never ask you for thatโโ
โYou are not asking, I am offering,โ he clarified.ย
โBenedictโฆโ
The rain seemed to lessen, if the pelting against the window had anything to say about it. The noise had dimmed, not as violent as before. โTo know that you are safe, that you are cared for, that is all I care about.โ
So, in the center of the blue Bridgerton drawing room, soaked to the bone and dripping all over the floor, she kissed him. It was a sudden thing, pulling him down towards her lips, the contact much quicker than she had expected. He returned the favor in kind, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, kissing her in a way he had yet to truly experience.ย
If his hands were like a fire, his lips were an inferno. Fighting for dominance, it was all encompassing. How had she gone so long without a feeling such as this? The burn was coming from inside, not a superficial one atop her skin as she was quite used to, but this burn, this feeling, she could find herself craving this.ย
โI-I am sorryโโ she pulled away.
โNever be sorry,โ Benedict shook his head. โNot for that, not ever.โ
โI should not have done thatโฆโ
โNo,โ he agreed, a chuckle leaving his lips, โbut how exhilarating it felt, regardless.โ
His thumb ran lazy circles on her jaw. She leaned into the touch. โI do not know what to do, where to goโฆโ
โBut you cannot stay hereโฆ?โ
She smiled sadly. โYou know me scarily well, Benedict.โ
He thought for a moment. โSoโฆ leave.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
โExcuse me?โ
โLeave town, leave the countryโโ
โI do not have the means to do such a silly thing.โ
โI will pay your way.โ
She scoffed, trying to pull out of his embrace. He wouldnโt release his grip. โBenedictโฆโ
โI told you, I wish to support you. Emotionally, financially, I want to be there for you,โ Benedict said. โEven if we are notโif you do not want to be together romantically, I want to ensure your safety and your health, your well-being. A friend.โ
She tried to find the lie in his eyes, in his tone. Coming up empty, she had no excuse to not believe him.ย
โFrance,โ he said, as if struck by lightning.
โFrance?โ
โI hear only the expert bakers study in FranceโI have no doubts you could go to learn,โ he explained. โI could pay for your travel, housing, you name it. Ask for it, and it is yours.โ
โI doubt anyone would want to teach a woman, no matter how lovely a thought it might be.โ
โI have a cousin,โ Benedict explained. โHer and her husband own a cafรฉโI am quite certain that they would love to hire an expert baker to add to their inventory and menu. You could earn your own income, make your own way. A fresh start.โ
โA fresh startโฆโ she repeated. โThat sounds too good to be true.โ
โI shall write to her in the morning,โ Benedict said, holding her hands again.ย
โAnd youโฆ?โ
โI will only come with you if you want me to join,โ Benedict said slowly. โI will not trap you. I want your happiness, your freedom.โ
She nodded, understanding.
โI think France sounds nice,โ she smiled. โWill you write to me?โ
โEvery chance I get.โ
โEven if you are vexed with me?โ
โEspecially if I am vexed with you.โ
She kissed his lips again, sweeter and softer than the first time.
โSounds perfect.โ
โ
A year. An entire year had passed and she couldnโt recall a happier time in her life. The only time that something could have rivaled it was a visit to a tea shop followed by a respite by a pondโin handsome company all the while.ย
They kept correspondence, just like they promised. Every week came a new letter, a new story to be told by the poetic Benedict Bridgerton. She tried to rival his words, explaining every detail about France, about her new life, but something was nagging. She missed him. They had grown close over the correspondence, leaving her heart wanting more. But, she knew when she left for France it was to fulfill her dreams, leaving a foolish notion like love on the back burner.
โ(Y/N),โ Marie, the Bridgerton cousin, called out behind her. โWe are in need of more buns.โ
โI just restocked the buns,โ (Y/N) giggled, turning to the blonde. โWhat? Has someone mysteriously bought the lot?โ
โOui,โ Marie said with a jest, heading into the storage room, โperhaps you should go bring more out?โ
โYou are in luck, the last batch just finished resting from the oven,โ she said, carrying a tray on her shoulder, โI will bring them out with haste.โ
โI am sure he will appreciate it.โ
(Y/N) faltered, hand already pressed to the door leading to the front shop. A tingle ran through her spine, her heart picking up to a freeing flutter.ย
Could it be?
โYou know, I would buy your entire stock,โ the man hummed, looking thoughtfully into the display case, โbut I fear I would be recreating a rather taxing memory for the both of us.โ
โBenedict,โ she gasped, nearly dropping her tray.ย
โYou look radiant,โ he mused, that wicked grin of his breaking on his face. โMuch like the first time I saw youโcovered in flour.โ
โI am in my element,โ (Y/N) said sweetly, โjust as you would expect.โ She had noticed that Marie and her husband were not in the cafรฉ, the sign flipped to close. โYou planned this.โ
โDo you insinuate that I bribed my distant cousin to close her cafรฉ to give you the day off, travel all the way to France, hoping I could spend the day with you?โ Benedict scoffed playfully. โYou truly do not know me at all.โ
โI do not think Marie would take a bribe,โ (Y/N) said slyly, knowing how much of a champion the cousin had been for the baker and viscountโs son to get together.
โShe refused payment,โ he admitted, agreeing with her notion. โBut, was ever eager to see you get out of the kitchen and enjoy yourself.โ
โYou hadnโt written to me in two weeks,โ (Y/N) said, walking around the counter. โI was worried.โ
โI needed to refrain from our correspondence, I fear I would have let the surprise slip otherwise.โ
โSmart man,โ she hummed.
โI am known to be smart occasionally,โ he shrugged.
โWhat are you doing here?โ She finally asked. โN-not that I am not happy to see you, of course, but as you had said, this is a surprise.โ
โI came to study art,โ Benedict said, a hand in his coat pocket. โI felt that if I truly wanted to learn the craft, I needed to learn from the mastersโmany of their works are housed here in France. I even began to rent a little home in town, finding the need to stay a while.โ
โThat is the only reason?โ
Benedictโs gaze softened. โOf course it is not the only reason.โ
Her heart fluttered again.
โIt is only fair that I try this again, correctly and without the prying eyes of society, this time,โ Benedict said, clearing his throat and spinning around.
โCorrectly?โ She giggled, watching him twirl to face the door.
โAh, good morning miss!โ Benedict said, turning back to face (Y/N). โI must say, you look ever-so-prettyโtell me, do all bakers have a beauty such as your own?โ
โI would wager no,โ she said, trying to keep serious. โMost of the bakers around here are men.โ
โShame. Might I learn your name? It seems only fairโI fear I might just die if I do not know the sweet sound of it.โ
โ(Y/N),โ she sang. โMy name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).โ
โBenedict Bridgerton,โ he stretched out his hand, reaching for her own. She allowed him to take it, a soft kiss was placed on the back of her cracked handโa working hand, one that she was proud to have.ย
โYou are very charming, Mr. Bridgerton,โ she hummed, looking deeply into his blue eyes. โPleased to make your company.โ
โI assure you, I am more pleased to be in yours,โ Benedict insisted, kissing her hand again. โTell me, do you have plans this afternoon?โ
โIt seems my schedule has cleared up,โ she looked to the sign on the door and sighed. โWhy? Do you have any suggestions on how I should spend it?โ
โMight we take a turn around the park? A friend of mine has written to me about just how lovely one nearby is, I reckon I would like to see it for myself.โ
She smiled brightly at him, as if he held the world in his hands. Instead, he held two leaves between his fingersโbrown and cracked, but clearly treated with such care. They had been the same ones from their time at the park the first go around, she was nearly certain. Why else would he bring dead leaves with him?
"Leaves?"
"You see, my family, we have this tradition of racing with leavesโI would very much like to share it with you. These two in particular seem to be very lucky, thought it would be best to bring them along."
His smile melted her heart, endearing and thoughtful in the same breath. She could get used to a smile like that.
โWellโฆ what are we waiting for, Mr. Bridgerton?โ
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