extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
Nola Addington never reached for attention, it was always a given.
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•will include scenes from "Bridgerton", along with quotes *and sc...
TW: Miscarriage, and next few chapters will address it!
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••• "I should tell you, I have always loved you, You can see it in my eyes." •••
Aubrey Hall, October 1814 Month 5
Nola had taken quite a liking into spending time with Benedict and Colin- the funniest duo she could imagine.
Benedict had treated her like a little sister since the moment he had met her, and Colin... well, Colin had always been very friendly.
Alverie enjoyed spending time with her uncles, who made the baby feel as if she was a princess, and in their eyes, she was their little princess. Nola knew both of the men would make amazing fathers one day, seeing how they acted with the child.
"How has Anthony been?" Benedict asked, interrupting Nola's embroidery. "Is he going mad?"
"How so?" She asked, resuming the pattern, but picking up a new color. It was a design for Alverie's room- a Violet.
"Waiting for the baby." Benedict added, handing the toy Alverie had thrown at him back to her, just to restart the cycle. "Surely, he is going crazy knowing your children will be so close in age."
"I think we are both pretty calm about it, but I surely can not answer for him. How does this look?" She asked Colin, who adorned the seat next to her- receiving a nod in response. "Have you two seen any promising young ladies?"
"I do not know," Colin laughed. "I have not even been paying attention."
"Violet will surely have your head," she joked, recalling that this event being hosted at Aubrey Hall had shown that Violet was eager to find brides for her two eligible sons- young Gregory not included for obvious reasons. "This whole thing is for you two, anyways."
Benedict rolled his eyes, grabbing his sketchbook from the end table. "She looks just like him." Benedict looked to Colin, who nodded in agreement.
"Anthony?" Nola asked, squinting as she looked at her daughters adorable face. "I always thought so, but she has outgrown it."
"No," Benedict rejected. "Our father."
Nola looked up to her brother-in- law, now knowing why Anthony had admired their child so much. Of course, it was fatherly instinct, but he always looked at her differently. "She is a beautiful little thing." Colin smiled, studying the face of his niece.
Alverie had no clue what they were conversing about, but she flashed her brightest smile.
At seven months, the babies favorite activities were rolling around the carpeted floor, or standing with the help of someone or something.
Her favorite snacks were strawberries, and snack time had been quite chaotic once she reached half a year old. Her thoughts being interrupted by a series of cramping, she tried to ignore it, continuing her conversation with Benedict- who seemed to notice her looks of discomfort. "Are you alright?" The man asked.
"Yes, I am fine." She confirmed, pressing on her abdomen, something she would do to heal the pain she received from her period- but the realization of what she was doing was quickly caught on.
"Do I need to get someone?" Benedict asked as Nola stood from the couch, "Anthony, perhaps?"
"No!" Nola snapped, "I am fine. Really, I am."
Colin gasped, looking at the seat next to him,
There was blood.
Nola's hand flew over her mouth, and Benedict ran out the door. "Where are you going?" She yelled.
"To find my brother!" He ran off to god knows where as Nola collapsed to her knees- realization finally hitting her.
Colin ran to her, pulling her into his arms, as her body shook, signaling to the man that she was filled with sorrow.
He rocked her back and forth, waiting anxiously for his brothers to return. "This is not your fault," he tried to convince the woman, but to no avail. She was in pain, her child was gone.
Moments later, the noise of boots running down the wooden hallway. "Nola!" Anthony exclaimed, but not before Benedict pointed at the loveseat.
Anthony's heart shattered as he ran his hand through his hair. A look of pain spreading through his face as he fell to the floor, screaming into his hands.
Alverie's tears was the only noise Benedict could hear as he eagerly tended to the child. Her fathers screams must have terrified the poor thing.
Colin had never seen Anthony cry, not even after their fathers death. It was heartbreaking.
"Anthony..." Nola cried, crawling over to her husband, and wrapping her arms around him. She felt as if she had failed him, and she feared he would reject her, but he quickly pulled her into his arms. "I am so sorry." She sobbed, but he shushed her.
