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Sparks - Anthony Bridgerton (Final Part)

Anthony Bridgerton x Florence Channingwoth (fem!oc)

Warnings - Angst, mentions of death,blood. Anthony being a stubborn idiot, sarcastic Bridgertons

A/n- this is the last and final part of sparks I put way too much effort and love into this I had so much to show about Florence and Anthony and Florence as an individual but here it is I guess

Anthony bridgerton Angst is a GENRE in itself

It was a splendid afternoon at Aubrey Hall as Florence arrived, filled with excitement for the week ahead with the Bridgertons.

Having spent much of her childhood alone, with Simon occasionally by her side, Florence cherished the dynamic shared by the Bridgerton siblings.

"Ah, good afternoon, Miss Channingworth. Welcome to Aubrey Hall," Benedict greeted her playfully, the entire family gathered to welcome her.

"Why, thank you, Lord Bridgerton," she replied with a teasing smile.

"Miss Flower!" Ava squealed, fussing in Colin's arms. Florence's face lit up as she approached the young girl, taking her into her own arms.

"How is my little love doing?" she greeted Ava, who leaned forward happily.

"You look gorgeous, my dear, and we are so grateful to finally have you here," Violet Bridgerton greeted warmly.

"You're too kind, Lady Bridgerton," Florence replied, her smile radiating gratitude.

"Very pretty, Gramma is right," Ava chimed in, wrapping her arms around Florence's neck and nestling her head on her shoulder.

Florence affectionately kissed the little girl's forehead, eliciting amusement from the Bridgertons at Ava's immediate comfort with someone she had just met.

Although Ava was naturally affectionate, this level of ease was reserved for Anthony, Benedict, and occasionally Daphne.

"Florence, let's go inside. I can't wait; I have so much to tell you," Eloise eagerly exclaimed.

"Don't mind her, Florence. Eloise always has boundless enthusiasm when we're in the country," Violet remarked, gently urging her second eldest daughter to behave.

"And so do I, Lady Bridgerton," Florence replied with a smile as the family made their way into the house.

Her eyes scanned the room, searching for a particular man. Colin, noticing her searching gaze, spoke up, "Did you find what you are looking for?"

"Or rather, who you are looking for," Benedict interjected, his throat clearing.

A blush crept up on Florence's face as she narrowed her eyes.

“I'm sure you wouldn't concern yourselves unless your own lives were dear," she retorted with a sly smile before walking away to join Francesca, who was busy admonishing Ava for indulging in too many cakes.

"Ooh, fierce," Colin remarked, while Benedict added, "I see what he sees."

"Miss Flower, we should go to my room, and you can read stories to me," Ava interrupted Florence's conversation with Francesca about Scotland.

"Ava, my dear, Miss Florence has just arrived. I believe she would appreciate some rest. You can have your story read to you later," Violet gently intervened.

Ava held onto Florence's gown, her tiny fist clenching as she looked up at her with a hint of sadness. Anyone could see the uncanny resemblance between Ava and Anthony—it was almost eerie.

"Well, how kind of you, Lady Bridgerton, but I assure you, I am perfectly fine," Florence replied, smiling warmly at Violet. "In fact, I would love to read for you, Ava."

"Yay! This wayyyyy," Ava exclaimed, brimming with excitement as she tugged at Florence's hand, urging her to follow.

Mother, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Francesca whispered to her mother, taking a sip of her tea.

”hmm” she hummed. “But it truly depends on what he is thinking, Fran," Violet replied, referring to her eldest son, leaving the possibilities open and full of anticipation.

“And where is my daughter?" Anthony inquired, sliding his pocket watch back into his waistcoat.

Benedict greeted him, "Hello, Brother,"

while Colin offered, "Would you like some tea?"

"The lot of you are acting suspicious. Am I unaware of something?" Anthony scanned the drawing room, his curiosity piqued.

"No, nothing of the sort. It's just that your dear daughter hasn't left Florence's side since her arrival," Eloise grumbled.

"Miss Flo..." Anthony cleared his throat, correcting himself, "Miss Channingworth is already here? Why wasn't I informed?" Restlessness tinged his voice.

"Perhaps because, for once, you were busy being the viscount," Colin jested, earning a chuckle from his siblings.

"Colin, must I remind you that I approve your funds? There is still so much to see around the world, is there not?" Anthony retorted.

“Well, Anthony, Ava insisted that Miss Channingworth read to her, and they're both in Ava's room," Violet chimed in.

Daphne swore she had never seen her brother move so swiftly.

As Anthony hurried towards Ava's room, a mix of amusement and anticipation danced in the air, leaving the rest of the Bridgertons to exchange knowing glances, relishing the comical sight of their usually composed and collected brother being driven by a certain someone.

Ava's door was slightly ajar, and what Anthony noticed melted his heart. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt this way, as if he would turn into a puddle and melt.

There, on a chair, Florence sat, peacefully asleep, with Ava nestled on her lap. Florence held Ava close, providing a secure haven for the slumbering child.

Anthony's heart swelled with warmth, witnessing the tender scene before him.

Ava slept soundly, her head resting on Florence's chest, the book they had been reading still clutched in her hand, now turned upside down.

The sight stirred emotions within Anthony, a profound sense of peace and contentment. He approached the girls cautiously, taking the book from Ava's grasp and gently placing it on the side table. Leaning in, he planted a delicate kiss on his daughter's forehead.

As he leaned closer, he couldn't help but inhale the fresh Citrus Chamomile scent emanating from Florence.

It was as if she embodied the essence of summer itself, bringing a warmth and brightness into his life that he had long yearned for.

He straightened himself and gazed at Florence, captivated by her beauty—both inside and out. She was the epitome of every man's dreams

He noticed a stray curl that had escaped Florence's neat bun, framing her serene face. With a trembling hand, he gently tucked the wayward curl behind her ear, marveling at the softness of her skin and the delicate beauty that radiated from her.

Anthony realized the depth of his feelings, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelming his senses.

However, as reality set in, Anthony became aware of his actions and the emotions they stirred within him. Taking a deep breath, he swiftly retreated from his daughter's room.

As evening descended upon Aubrey Hall, Florence took the time to write a letter to her father, sharing the delightful experiences she had encountered during her stay.

She also enjoyed a pleasant conversation with Eloise, relishing their time together.

As the hour of dinner approached, the Bridgertons and Florence gathered around the grand table, ready to indulge in a sumptuous meal.

Throughout the day, Florence had not crossed paths with Anthony, leading her to believe that he had purposely avoided her.

However, she chided herself for allowing such thoughts to limit her perspective.

After all, Anthony was a viscount with numerous responsibilities and estate affairs to attend to.

Surely, his absence was merely a consequence of his duties.

Yet, as he finally took his place at the head of the table, next to Florence, their eyes involuntarily gravitated towards each other.

Ava, being her usual spirited self, insisted on sitting beside her father, as was her custom, with Florence positioned opposite Ava on Anthony’s left.

"So, love, how was your day?" Anthony asked his daughter Ava, his eyes filled with warmth. Ava beamed, her toothy grin shining brightly as she replied,

“It was great, Dada. Uncle Colin woke me up, and then we broke fast, and then Miss Flower arrived." She glanced at Florence, who returned the smile, while Anthony's expression mirrored theirs.

“Miss Flower read to me, but we couldn't finish the story because apparently, we both fell asleep," Ava continued, her enthusiasm contagious.

Benedict, intrigued, chimed in, "Is that so? What story did you read, Ava?" Ava's excitement grew as she launched into an explanation,

“It's a story, Uncle Ben, about a girl named Anne who loves Frederick, but they don't get together. Years later, he comes back to her."

Benedict grinned mischievously, his words layered with meaning, "So, he has a second chance, does he not?" The table, except Ava, understood his subtle reference.

"Yes, Uncle Ben, I should hope he does. But we haven't reached that part yet, where we find out if they get together, have we, Miss Flower?" Ava innocently posed the question to Florence.

Florence smiled warmly at Ava, "No, we haven't, Ava. We'll have to keep reading to find out," she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.

, "So, we hope they get together. Colin, joining the conversation, added,

Anthony, suddenly defensive, interjected, “no.things don’t always work the way you want them to, second chances pretty much end up the same as the first, if not worse." Florence couldn't help but scoff at his words.

"Whatever do you mean, Lord Bridgerton? Second chances are the universe's way of saying you deserve this. How could you dismiss something like that?" she retorted, her tone firm.

The table fell into a tense silence as all eyes were drawn to the intense exchange between Anthony and Florence.

Sensing the need to diffuse the situation, Francesca attempted to shift the focus. "What do you think, Ava?" she asked, her voice gentle yet concerned.

"If getting with Anne makes Frederick happy, then he most definitely should, because they love each other," Ava innocently responded, oblivious to the weight of her words.

"Persuasion, Jane Austen, is it not?"Francesca, recognizing the literary reference, inquired

Florence smiled, delighted by Francesca's recognition. "It is. Ava and I are looking forward to completing that book," she affirmed, ignoring Anthony's presence.

Eloise, unable to contain her excitement, interjected, "Have I mentioned that Florence and I are birthday twins? We were born on the same day."

"And the same year," Eloise added, emphasizing the synchronicity.

Florence playfully questioned, "Coincidence, do you think?" Eloise shook her head with conviction.

“Soulmates, nothing less," she declared, her belief unwavering.

"I must excuse myself. I have important work to finish," Anthony announced abruptly, standing up from the table.

“Fetch me from the study once you're done eating, will you, Ava?" He directed a smile towards his daughter, who nodded in response.

As Anthony left the dining room, an awkward atmosphere settled among the Bridgertons, leaving them to an uneasy dinner.

After dinner, Anthony settled Ava into bed and returned to his study. Although he attempted to focus on his work, his attention kept gravitating towards Edmund's portrait.

The creaking of the door snapped Anthony out of his reverie, and he looked up to find Florence standing before him.

Her caramel brown hair flowed freely, and she wore a sheer white nightgown beneath a loosely draped overcoat that left little to the imagination.

Anthony struggled to avert his gaze, trying to maintain proper decorum.

Is something amiss, Miss Channingworth?" Anthony inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

He attempted to keep his focus on her face, but the allure of her presence made it difficult to look away.

Florence stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, and advanced toward Anthony.

Her every movement seemed purposeful. "That's precisely what I wish to know, my lord," she responded.

“It I improper for you to be here like this” Anthony but whispered.

“why?” her voice carrying a mix of determination and vulnerability.

“It's just... because you are a lady," he faltered, attempting to explain himself.

"No, I do not care about that” she pressed, her eyes searching his for answers.

“Why are you acting this way? Have I done something to upset you?" Her genuine confusion showed on her face, prompting Anthony to question his own actions.

Anthony, now slightly flustered, responded, "Whatever do you mean? I am perfectly normal."

He crossed his arms defensively, clad only in his loose white shirt and black trousers, his hair disheveled and shirt unbuttoned. Florence felt a deep stirring within her at his mere presence.

"You are the one who invited me here to spend the vacation with your family, and you are the one who hasn't spoken a word to me since my arrival," she said, genuine confusion etched on her face. "Have I done something to upset you?"

Anthony's internal struggle intensified. He longed to embrace her, to reassure her that she had done nothing wrong, that she could never do anything wrong.

He yearned to shield her from sorrow, from all the evils of the world. But most of all, he yearned to protect her from himself.

He walked towards her, his voice barely above a whisper, "Look at me."

When she hesitated, he gently cupped her cheek with his calloused hands, compelling her to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Florence glimpsed the profound sadness that lingered within Anthony's depths. "You have done nothing wrong," Anthony finally confessed, his voice trembling with vulnerability

"My mind is always playing tricks on me. It's me. I apologize if I have hurt you. I promise I will be better from now on."

His words washed over Florence, soothing her own insecurities. "I know we barely know each other, but you can talk to me whenever you wish, share your worries with me. I may not have all the answers, but I can listen," she offered, gently intertwining her fingers with his.

Anthony could only nod, speechless in the face of Florence's compassion. They stood there, unable to tear their gazes away from one another.

Florence noticed the weariness etched on Anthony's anguished face, though he was only one and thirty.

He appeared tired and lost, and she felt an overwhelming desire to break down his walls and pull him out from his deepest and darkest sorrows.

Yet, a lingering question remained at the back of her mind—who was Ava's birth mother? His wife? Their tender moment was abruptly interrupted as a gust of wind swept through the room, scattering Anthony's papers.

They quickly broke apart, both rushing to collect the scattered documents, Florence following closely behind Anthony, eager to help him in any way she could.

Florence's eyes fixated on a wooden pen stand resting on Anthony's table.

She stared at it intently, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as memories flooded her mind.

“Simon has the same one," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fondness and nostalgia.

Anthony's gaze softened as he observed Florence's genuine interest.

Memories of his college days with Simon came rushing back, and he couldn't help but smile. "Yes, indeed. We bought it for each other back in Oxford," he reminisced

Curiosity brimming within him, Anthony gently probed, "For how long have you known Simon? You seem to be more than just friends."

"Since the day I was born,she said sitting on the edge of the table, met Anthony's gaze, a genuine warmth radiating from her. “Simon and I have been like siblings.”

“Our mothers were best friends, and Lady Danbury took us under her care. Even after they were married off to dukes, their friendship remained unbreakable."

As Florence continued sharing the story, Anthony listened intently, his heart growing heavy with empathy.

He was familiar with the pain Simon had endured in his childhood.

Florence spoke of her mother's love for Simon, her parents' adoration, and the deep bond that had formed between them.

Anthony couldn't help but admire the strength and love that surrounded them.

The depth of their connection resonated with Anthony, and he found himself captivated by Florence's words.

She described their shared adventures, the lessons Simon had imparted, and the countless letters she had written to him

A smile danced across Anthony's face as he recalled Simon treasuring those letters, cherishing every word she had penned

Anthony reached out, his hand gently brushing against Florence's, "I can see how much you love him” their eyes met, filled with unspoken emotions.

The night unfolded before them as they migrated their conversation to the comfort of the couch in Anthony's study.

Nestled in their respective corners, they continued to delve into the depths of their lives, sharing stories, and seeking a profound understanding of one another.

It was an intimate exchange, a dance of words and emotions, where they gradually unraveled the layers that had kept them apart.

There were topics left untouched, delicate threads woven into the tapestry of their lives that they chose to leave unexplored for the time being. Anthony's father, a shadowy figure whose memory haunted him, remained unspoken.

They shared their dreams, their fears, and the moments that had shaped them into who they were. There was a magnetic pull between them, drawing them closer with each passing word, as if they were unraveling the secrets of their souls.

Time slipped away, and the early hours of morning tiptoed in, casting a soft glow upon the room. Exhaustion gradually crept upon them, their voices growing softer and their eyelids growing heavier.

After Benedict gently woke Ava and helped her get ready for the day, they descended the stairs together for breakfast.

As they made their way down, Ava held Benedict's hand tightly and inquired about Florence.

“Have you seen Miss Flower?" she asked, her curiosity brimming. Benedict chuckled affectionately,

“No, my dear. I'm sure she is taking her time. Perhaps your father will be able to tell us where she is."

Ava's excitement grew, and she darted towards her father's study, with Benedict trailing behind, trying to keep up with her energetic pace.

As Ava entered the study, she found Anthony peacefully sleeping on one end of the couch. On the other end, Florence slumbered, her presence a comforting sight.

Benedict entered the room, breaking the eerie silence. He couldn't help but notice their hands, mere inches apart from touching, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.as he cleared his throat

Suddenly, Anthony was jolted awake, his eyes meeting Florence's as they both realized their positions.

Benedict seized the opportunity, greeting them with a playful tone, "A splendid morning, isn't it, Anthony?" A glare from Anthony quickly transformed into a forced smile as he glanced at his daughter.

"Dada! Did you sleep with Miss Flower?" Ava innocently asked, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Florence's eyes widened, mirroring the surprise that reflected in the Bridgerton brothers' expressions.

Sensing the awkwardness, she swiftly rose from her seat, stammering, "Umm... I... I must go join Eloise and Francesca for breakfast."

With a hurried exit from the study, she released a sigh of relief once she reached the safety of the hallway.

A day or two passed by, enveloping Aubrey Hall in a peaceful embrace. Florence found solace in the routines that had naturally formed.

During lunchtime, as Ava immersed herself in sketching, Florence would pause to feed Ava, carefully attending to her needs.

She took delight in fixing Ava's hair, selecting her gowns, and cradling her to sleep, holding her close to her chest.

In between these moments, Florence would find herself engrossed in conversations with Anthony.

They would discuss the affairs of the estate, sharing their thoughts and insights.

Benedict, always passionate about his interests, would occasionally rant about modern art not being genuine art, and Florence would patiently listen, appreciating his unique perspective.

Colin, on the other hand, would seek her assistance in mapping out his next adventurous travels, while Eloise would engage in lively discussions about books, their shared love for literature bringing them closer.

She would also indulge in playing the piano, joining Francesca and Daphne in melodious harmony.

As for the younger Bridgerton siblings, Florence would joyfully engage in playful activities with Gregory, Hyacinth, and Ava whenever the opportunity arose.

Her presence in their lives was slowly becoming a natural part of their family dynamics.

Violet, acknowledged Florence's integration into the Bridgerton family, understanding that it would take a significant step from her son to solidify their connection further.

On a sun-drenched afternoon, the Bridgerton children played merrily in the outdoor expanse, their laughter filling the air.

Amidst the joyous atmosphere, Eloise and Florence found themselves sharing laughter over a particularly amusing novel.

Anthony, captivated by Florence's melodic laughter, found himself lost in her presence, the newspaper long forgotten.

Suddenly, Gregory burst into the house, panting and breathless. His urgent voice cut through the laughter, drawing everyone's attention.

“Brother!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out. "It's... It's Ava. She fainted and struck her head near the old tree trunk."

The atmosphere instantly shifted, the weight of the news too overwhelming for anyone to process.

Anthony's mind raced, and in that moment, all he could do was sprint out of the manor, propelled by his paternal instincts, desperately searching for his beloved daughter.

Inside, Violet swiftly took charge, issuing orders to summon the physician and ensure all necessary arrangements were made.

The commotion stirred the maids into action, their hurried footsteps echoing through the halls as they prepared for the impending arrival of medical aid. The urgency brought Florence back to reality, her thoughts abruptly interrupted.

Anthony, fueled by fear and worry, encountered a frantic Hyacinth, with Ava's limp form cradled in her lap.

He called out his daughter's name, his voice filled with anguish, before scooping her up and carrying her swiftly into the hall.

Florence, unable to remain idle, trailed behind them, her heart pounding in her chest.

As they ascended the staircase, a sense of dread hung in the air. Florence couldn't shake the sickening feeling that washed over her, witnessing Ava, unconscious in Anthony's arms. It was a sight she had never anticipated, one that struck her to her very core

“Hyacinth”, Francesca’s eyes widening in shock, gasped when she noticed the bloodstained gown worn by Hyacinth.

Hyacinth, her voice laced with concern, reassured her sister: "No, no, Francesca, it's not mine.”

As Anthony tenderly placed Ava on her bed, Florence delicately sprinkled water droplets on the child's cherubic face, hoping for any sign of response. But Ava remained still, unresponsive to their pleas.

"Why is she... why won't she wake up" The weight of the situation pressed heavily on Anthony, causing him to pant and run his hand through his disheveled hair.

Desperation filled his words, his eyes welling up with tears. Florence, her heart aching for both father and daughter, gently rubbed Ava's tiny feet, trying to bring warmth and life back to her fragile body.

"Sweet Ava, please wake up," Anthony implored, leaning closer to his daughter.

His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke directly to her, hoping to reach her unconscious mind. "Dada is here, my love. You can hear me, can't you?"

Beside him, Florence added her soft voice, filled with tenderness and concern.

"Darling Ava, please wake up. You're scaring us all. We're here for you, my dear."

Anthony's eyes flickered with pain and confusion, his shattered spirit laid bare before Florence.

Never before had she witnessed a man so utterly broken, especially the usually brooding and composed Viscount.

In the midst of their anguish, Benedict stormed into the room, followed closely by Colin, and the physician.

Sensing the need for privacy, Benedict discreetly gestured to Florence, silently instructing her to guide Anthony away from the distressing scene.

Understanding his unspoken words, Florence pressed a gentle kiss to Ava's small feet and rose from her position.

"Lord Bridgerton," she spoke softly, wrapping her hand around his strong bicep, urging him to follow her. "For Ava's well-being, we must step away. Come, it is essential."

Anthony, lost in his own torment, looked at Florence, his emotions on the precipice of a complete breakdown.

He nodded and allowed himself to be led away, leaving Benedict and Colin to attend to the dire situation with Ava.

Florence guided Anthony into the adjacent room, firmly grasping his shoulders as she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Standing before him.

Anthony's voice trembled as he whispered Ava's name, the weight of his anguish finally breaking through the barriers he had held for so long. Tears streamed down his face, and Florence's own eyes welled up in response.

Florence cupped Anthony's face, . He clung to her, his arms wrapping tightly around her midsection as he sought comfort in her presence.

His head rested against her stomach, his sobs shaking his entire frame. Florence held him close, offering a steady presence in the midst of his storm.

“Let it all out," Florence whispered softly, her voice a soothing balm.

“I am here with you." Her hand gently ran through his disheveled hair, her touch offering a sense of reassurance amidst the overwhelming emotions.

Tears continued to stream down his face, and Florence, her heart aching for him, wiped them away, her own tears mingling with his.

In that moment, as Anthony looked up to face her as he still clung to her, Florence couldn't help but be reminded of Ava and her innocent, doe-like eyes.

"She will be fine, Anthony," Florence reassured, her voice filled with unwavering conviction.

She carefully smoothed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle yet steadfast. "Ava is your daughter, and she is incredibly resilient."

“She will be okay, I promise you. You are both very stubborn to let go off one another," she said, a soft smile gracing her lips.

The sound of his chuckle brought a glimmer of light.

"We will see her soon," she murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his forehead.

Colin and Benedict paced anxiously in the hallway outside Ava's room, their worry etched upon their faces.

The physician emerged from the room, his expression grave yet composed. He approached Anthony, who had managed to regain some semblance of composure with Florence's support.

"Lord Bridgerton," the physician began, his voice steady and measured. "Miss Bridgerton has suffered a head injury, but fortunately, there doesn't appear to be any serious damage.“

. "Will she be alright? Is she in any danger?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and hope.

The physician nodded, offering a glimmer of reassurance. "As of now, she is stable. The fall likely caused a temporary loss of consciousness, due to heat but her vital signs are strong. We will keep a vigilant watch over her to ensure her condition remains stable."

Her eyes held a gentle warmth, silently assuring Anthony that they were in this together.

Anthony turned to Florence, his gratitude evident in his gaze. "Thank you, Florence, for being here with me," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Florence clasped Anthony's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to thank me, Anthony. Ava has become so much more to me than I could imagine and I care deeply for her.

Colin and Benedict exchanged knowing glances.

During Ava's recovery, Florence took on the role of a devoted caretaker, tending to her every need with unwavering love and tenderness.

She made sure Ava was comfortable, bathing her gently and combing her hair with delicate strokes.

One evening, as Florence sat by Ava's bedside, Anthony quietly entered the room. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he watched Florence tenderly feeding Ava, coaxing her to eat a few more spoonfuls of soup.

"Look at you two," Anthony said softly, his voice filled with adoration. "You're like two guardian angels, watching over each other."

Florence glanced up and smiled at Anthony, her love for both him and Ava radiating from her eyes. "We make a good team, don't we?" she replied, her voice filled with warmth.

Ava, her strength slowly returning, giggled at their exchange. "You're both silly," she teased, her eyes brightening with mirth.

In the following days, Florence continued to care for Ava, engaging her in gentle activities to aid her recovery.

They spent hours reading books together, their voices filled with warmth and affection.

Florence even taught Ava how to braid, their hands intertwining as they braided her dolls.

One sunny afternoon, as Anthony entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of Florence and Ava engaged in a lively game of pretend, their laughter filling the air.

Florence had donned a makeshift crown made of flowers, while Ava held a toy sword, defending their imaginary kingdom.

Anthony's heart swelled with love as he watched the scene unfold before him. "I've never seen two more beautiful princesses," he said, his voice filled with adoration.

Ava beamed with delight, her eyes shining with joy. "And we have the best prince too!" she exclaimed, running into Anthony's arms for a warm embrace.

One evening, the Bridgerton family gathered in the grand drawing room of the Bridgerton Manor.

Benedict, ever the mischievous one, couldn't help but notice the way Anthony's eyes followed Florence's every move.

Clearing his throat dramatically, Benedict spoke up, "Anthony, my dear brother, I do believe there's something floating in the air, and it's not just the scent of roses."

Anthony furrowed his brows in confusion. "What on earth are you talking about, Benedict?"

Eloise, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in, "He's talking about Florence, of course! We've all noticed the way you look at her. You're positively smitten!"

Francesca giggled, adding, "Yes, Anthony, it's quite obvious. You're as transparent as a glass window when she's around."

Anthony's cheeks flushed crimson, realizing that his feelings for Florence were no secret within the family. He attempted to deny it, "Nonsense! Florence and I are just good friends."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh, just friends, you say? Well, then, I suppose the way you gaze at her with stars in your eyes is merely a friendly gesture."

Colin, joined in the fun. "And the way you stumble over your words whenever she's near, that's just your friendly charm shining through, right?"

"Anthony, dear, Florence is a remarkable young woman. She has brought light and joy into our lives. If you care for her, don't let your pride get in the way.” Violet said

A hush fell over the drawing room as Ava's innocent voice echoed through the air.

Florence's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone turned their gaze towards her and Ava.

"Mama," Ava called out again, running towards Florence with her arms outstretched.

Florence's eyes widened with surprise, her mind racing to comprehend the weight of that word coming from Ava's lips.

She knelt down, meeting Ava halfway, her voice trembling slightly. "Darling, Mama? I'm Miss Flower."

"But Mama, you did everything for me. You took care of me just like Gramma takes care of Hyacinth and Gregory. They call her Mama, so it's only fair that I call you Mama too." Ava looked up at Florence with her big, innocent eyes, her face lit up with a radiant smile.

Florence felt a lump forming in her throat, her emotions swirling like a tempest within her.

She tried to find the right words, but they eluded her in that moment of overwhelming love and confusion.

She glanced at Anthony, hoping to find guidance, only to see him storming out of the room, his face etched with pain and turmoil.

Caught between the sheer joy of being acknowledged as a mother figure and the devastation of witnessing Anthony's retreat, Florence felt lost.

Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she looked back at Ava, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“My darling Ava," Florence said, her voice filled with both love and acceptance, "if it brings you joy and happiness to call me Mama, then I will gladly be your Mama.”

Ava's face lit up with delight, her innocence shining through. "Oh, Mama, I'm so glad you understand! You're the best Mama I could ever have!"

Florence's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she held Ava close. She glanced at the other Bridgerton family members, who were watching the interaction with soft smiles and teary eyes.

Florence held onto Ava, cherishing the precious bond they had formed, while silently praying for a way to bridge the divide between Anthony's pain and her own longing to be a mother to the child who had captured her heart.

Florence took a deep breath, summoning her courage as she entered the study where Anthony was seated, his brow furrowed with worry. She approached him slowly, her steps hesitant yet determined.

"Anthony, we need to talk," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves pulsing through her.

He glanced up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and defiance. "About Ava calling you Mama, I suppose," he replied curtly, his tone laced with tension.

Florence nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Anthony. It's important that we address this and find a way to understand each other."

He scoffed, his frustration evident. "Understand? Florence, I never asked for this. I never asked for Ava to call you Mama."

Florence's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "I understand it's difficult for you, Anthony. But Ava's love knows no boundaries. She sees the care and affection I have for her, and it's natural for her to call me Mama. I can't deny her that."

Deny her? Deny her?!" Anthony's voice rose, his anger seeping through his words. "It's not about denying her, Florence. It's about accepting that you're taking a place in her life that should only belong for someone who intends to stay or I’d rather no one”

Florence's voice trembled as she fought to maintain her composure. "Anthony, I would never leave the love that has blossomed between Ava and me. It's pure and genuine."

He stood abruptly, his face contorted with anguish. "Pure and genuine? Don't you understand, Florence? It's tearing me apart. It's a constant reminder of my failures, of the loss I've endured. I can't bear it."

Tears streamed down Florence's face now, her voice breaking. "And what about me, Anthony? What about the love I've developed for Ava? Do you think it's easy for me? I never asked for this either, but I love her with every fiber of my being. I can't walk away from that, no matter how hard it gets."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and desperation. "Go on then," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "Be the Mama she needs. But don't expect me to be a part of it."

With those words, Anthony turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Florence alone, her heart shattered into pieces. She sank to the floor, her sobs echoing through the empty space.

Daphne and Ava stood outside Anthony's study, their small frames hidden behind the grand wooden door. Ava tugged at her aunt's sleeve, her wide eyes filled with confusion.

"Auntie Daph, why are Mama and Dada yelling?" she whispered, her voice innocent and concerned.

Daphne knelt down to Ava's level, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to her young niece. "Well, sometimes grown-ups get upset and they express their feelings loudly. But it doesn't mean they don't love each other or you, sweet Ava."

Ava furrowed her brow, clearly unconvinced. "But why are they mad? Did I do something wrong?"

Daphne shook her head gently, her heart melting at Ava's innocence. "No, darling, it's not your fault. Mama and Dada are trying to figure out something important, and sometimes it can be a bit challenging.“

Just then, the raised voices from inside the study grew louder, making Ava cover her ears with her tiny hands.

Daphne quickly scooped her up, carrying her away from the noise, and they found refuge in the comforting embrace of the family's cozy sitting room.

"There, my darling," Daphne said, cradling Ava in her arms. "Let's stay here for a little while until everything settles down. We can read your favorite storybook together."

Ava's eyes brightened as she nodded, her trust in her aunt bringing a sense of reassurance. They curled up on the soft couch, opening the well-worn pages of Ava's treasured storybook, allowing the gentle rhythm of Daphne's voice to drown out the echoes of the argument.

Florence entered Ava's room, her heart still heavy from the argument with Anthony. She found Daphne sitting on the edge of Ava's bed, her eyes filled with concern.

"Daphne, thank you for looking after Ava," Florence said, her voice soft with gratitude.

Daphne smiled warmly. "Of course, Florence. . I'll leave you two alone now."

As Daphne left the room, Florence sat down on the bed beside Ava, taking a deep breath to calm her racing thoughts. She looked at Ava, who gazed up at her with wide eyes, still trying to make sense of the earlier commotion.

"Sweetheart," Florence began, her voice gentle, "I want to talk to you about what happened earlier. I know it might have been confusing and scary for you."

Ava nodded, her small hand reaching out to grasp Florence's.

""Sometimes, grown-ups have disagreements, but it doesn't mean they love you any less. They just need some time to work things out

Ava looked up at Florence, her eyes searching for understanding. "But why were you yelling?"

Florence sighed, gathering Ava in her arms and holding her close. "Sometimes, when people are upset, they raise their voices.“

Ava nodded, her expression slowly easing into understanding. "So, you’re not mad at me?"

Florence's heart melted at Ava's innocent question.

She kissed the top of her head gently. "Absolutely not, my darling. I love you with all my heart, and nothing you do could ever change that."

As Florence helped Ava get ready for bed, their conversation continued in a lighthearted and playful manner. They giggled over bedtime stories, shared secrets about their favorite desserts.

The tension in the air was palpable as Anthony confronted Florence just outside Ava's room. His face was etched with anguish, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain.

"Tell me, Florence," Anthony's voice trembled with barely contained emotion, "what happens when you're out next season? When you find someone else and decide to marry, abandoning all of us?"

Florence's eyes widened, her heart breaking at the hurt in Anthony's words. "Anthony, how can you say that?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. "Do you truly believe I would just leave? Leave you? Leave Ava?"

Anthony's voice grew louder, the anger bubbling to the surface “But why are you so keen on tying yourself down to someone so much older? You deserve so much better, Florence.”

Florence looked at him, her eyes filled with both hurt and understanding. "Anthony, age is just a number," she said softly.

Anthony shook his head, his voice filled with self-doubt. "Florence, you have your whole life ahead of you. You should be out there, experiencing the joys of youth, finding someone who can offer you everything I can't."

"Jokes on you if you think I'll go out and marry somebody else," she said, her voice filled with conviction.

“After Ava called me her mother, after the love that has grown between us, do you really think I could possibly love any child of mine as I love Ava? She is my daughter now, Anthony, and I can't imagine my life without her or without you." Florence's voice trembled with emotion as she reached out to cup his face, her eyes welling up with tears.

Anthony's frustration mingled with his pain, his voice filled with bitter resignation. . “ i am older, with a past that I can't erase. And you... you deserve someone who can offer you the dreams and aspirations of youth."

Florence's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she fought to find her voice, her heart breaking with every word. "Anthony, love is not a transaction," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.

“It's not about what one person can offer another. Love is about connection, understanding, and standing by each other through the storms of life."

"I'm tired, Anthony," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm tired of fighting against the world, against your doubts.

“I can't keep convincing you of my love, of my commitment to you and Ava."

"If you truly believe that I am better off without you, then maybe it's time I walk away," she said, her voice quivering with sorrow. "Maybe it's time I find my own path, where I am not constantly questioned and doubted."

"Florence, please, just listen to me. You're 12 years younger than me. You deserve so much more, someone who can offer you a future full of possibilities." Anthony's voice cracked as he called out, trying to explain his, desperation evident in his tone.

"You deserve a chance at a life filled with excitement and adventure, Florence. Not one where you are tied to a man burdened with responsibilities and the weight of the past." He continued

Florence took a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with pain. "Anthony, I don't want excitement or adventure without you. I want a life with you, facing whatever challenges come our way. I love you, and that love doesn't waver just because of our age difference."

Anthony's gaze met hers, his expression a mix of longing and uncertainty. "But Florence, what if... what if I hold you back? What if you regret staying with me?"

Florence's voice grew softer, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Regret is not a word I associate with you, Anthony. I believe in us, in our love, in our ability to overcome any obstacles. And if we never take this chance, we'll always wonder what could have been."

Silence settled between them, the weight of their unspoken fears and desires hanging heavily in the air.

With a heavy sigh, Florence turned away once again, her heart breaking with each step.

"Think about what you truly want, Anthony," she said, her voice filled with a quiet resolve. "And when you're ready to face your fears and trust in our love, I'll be waiting."

And with that, Florence walked away, leaving Anthony standing there, grappling with his doubts and the fear of losing the one person who had shown him a love he had never imagined possible.

Anthony sat on the edge of Ava's bed, his brows furrowed with concern. He took a deep breath, mustering the courage to address the issue that had been weighing on his mind.

Ava looked up at him, her big brown eyes filled with innocence and curiosity.

"Dada, why are you sad?" she asked, reaching out to touch his cheek gently.

Anthony's heart softened at the sight of his daughter's concern for him. He took Ava's tiny hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I'm not sad, love. I just... I wanted to talk to you about something important."

Ava tilted her head to the side, her brows knitting together in a small frown. "What is it, Dada? You can tell me anything."

Anthony smiled at her reassuringly. "You called Miss Flower 'Mama' earlier, didn't you?"

Ava's eyes widened, and she nodded shyly. "Yes, Dada. Miss Flower takes care of me like Mama does. She helps me with everything, and I love her."

Anthony's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. He leaned in closer to Ava and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Ava, sweetheart, Miss Flower has been wonderful to both of us. But she's not your real mama. Mama is in heaven, watching over us."

Ava's expression grew solemn, and she nodded understandingly. "I know, Dada. But Miss Flower is like a mama to me now. She takes care of me and loves me. Can't she be my mama too?"

Anthony sighed, grappling with conflicting emotions. He took Ava's hands in his, looking into her eyes.

“I love Miss Flower, too, Ava. But sometimes, grown-ups get confused and don't know how to handle their feelings. It's complicated."

Ava's eyes sparkled with innocence as she responded, "But love isn't complicated, Dada. Love is when your heart feels warm and happy. And my heart feels warm and happy when Miss Flower is around."

Anthony's resolve wavered as he listened to Ava's simple wisdom. He leaned in closer, pulling Ava into a tight embrace.

"You're right, my little love. Love is not complicated. And if calling Miss Flower 'Mama' makes you happy, then I won't stand in the way

Ava beamed with joy, wrapping her tiny arms around her father's neck. "I love you, Dada! And I love Miss Flower as mama too!"

The next day, Florence woke up feeling a sense of emptiness that seemed to weigh heavily on her heart.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts, unsure of what to do next. The whole ordeal with Anthony had left her feeling emotionally drained and confused.

Downstairs, the Bridgerton family gathered for breakfast and tea, their usual cheerful banter subdued.

The air was thick with unspoken tension, and Florence's absence was impossible to ignore. Ava, always observant, looked around the room, her innocent voice breaking the silence.

"Where is Mama?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I want to breakfast with Mama."

The room fell into a silence so deafening that one could hear a pin drop. The siblings exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of sympathy and indignation.

Benedict couldn't resist the opportunity for a sarcastic remark.

"Well, Ava, your mama is currently busy being ignored by a certain foolish Viscount," he said, his tone dripping with bitterness.

Francesca chimed in, a touch of melancholy in her voice. "Yes, our dear brother seems to have a talent for causing pain to Miss Florence. It's quite impressive, really."

Hyacinth, with her usual naivety, added, "I suppose Anthony thought it would be a marvelous idea to push away the woman who brings light into our lives. How thoughtful of him."

Colin couldn't help but join in, his face contorted into an exaggerated expression of mock surprise. "Oh, look, Anthony managed to make a mess of things again. What a surprise!"

"Let's not be too hard on Anthony, though. It's not easy for him to comprehend what he has right in front of him." Daphne said

As the siblings continued their sarcastic remarks, their words carried a subtle message of support for Florence. They were mad at Anthony, and they made it clear in their own unique way.

Ava tilted her head and innocently asked, "Why would Papa ignore Mama? Doesn't he know she's the best?"

"Oh Ava, you see, some people just have a knack for ignoring the most wonderful things in life. It's quite a talent, really." Eloise, ever quick-witted, couldn't resist adding his own touch of humor to the conversation. He raised an eyebrow and replied

Ava blinked, processing his words before giving him a puzzled look. "But Mama is the most wonderful thing, Auntie El . How can Papa not see that?"

With a sigh, Florence finally emerged from her room, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination.

She walked downstairs, her steps steady and resolute. As she entered the room, the siblings fell silent, their sarcastic banter giving way to a sense of solidarity.

Ava rushed to Florence's side, hugging her tightly. "Mama, you're here!"

Florence held Ava close, her voice filled with both tenderness and strength. "Yes, my darling, Mama is here”

Father, what have I done? How did I let everything fall apart?" Anthony stood before his father's grave, his usually composed demeanor crumbling under the weight of his emotions. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered brokenly,

In that vulnerable moment, Violet approached him Anthony, my dear son," she said softly, her voice filled with a mixture of compassion and strength. "Your father would be proud of the man you've become, but he would also want you to find happiness."

"But Mother I've pushed her away. I've hurt her so deeply," he choked out, his voice laden with regret.

Anthony turned his tear-stained face toward his mother, his eyes pleading for understanding

Violet's gaze softened as she looked into her son's anguished eyes. "You mustn't let go of Florence, Anthony," she gently admonished.

"She is a rare gem, a woman who has stood by your side, weathered the storms, and loved you unconditionally. Don't let your fear and pride blind you to what truly matters."

"But Mother I don't deserve her," he admitted, his voice filled with self-doubt.

“Anthony, my dear, love is not about deserving. It's about choosing to cherish and nurture what you hold dear. Florence is a remarkable woman who has captured your heart. Don't let her slip away because of your own doubts."

Anthony's shoulders sagged, his grief and guilt consuming him. "I've been a fool, Mother,” he confessed, his voice laced with sorrow. "I don't know if I can make things right."

Violet's grip tightened, her voice firm and resolute. "You can, my son. You have a chance to mend what has been broken. Open your heart, be vulnerable, and fight for the love you both share. Life is too short for regrets."

You have a second chance, Anthony," she whispered into his ear. "Don't let it slip away. Don't let go of Florence. Fight for her, my dear, and find solace in the love that can heal even the deepest wounds."

The evening settled with a heavy silence as Anthony mustered up the courage to approach Florence.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the weight of the words he needed to share, before everything else he knew that If Ava has addressed Florence as her mother she needs to know the one thing she deserves to know the most.

He found her sitting alone in the garden, her eyes cast downward, lost in her own thoughts.

"Florence," Anthony's voice trembled as he spoke her name, his tone filled with a mix of sorrow and vulnerability.

Florence looked up, her eyes meeting his, and there was a flicker of recognition and curiosity in her gaze.

"I need to tell you something," Anthony began, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a tentative step forward, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

"Ava's birth mother... Victoria... she was my best friend."

Florence's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes widening with realization. "Your best friend? But... I thought..."

"We were never in love, Florence. Our relationship was built on friendship and a physical connection, but it was never about love. We made the difficult decision to marry because of Ava." Anthony interrupted her, his voice cracking with emotion.

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, their implications sinking into the depths of Florence's understanding.

She tried to process the magnitude of what Anthony was revealing, the layers of grief and loss that he carried.

"I... I had no idea," Florence murmured, her voice laced with compassion. Her heart ached for the pain he had endured, the loss of not only a best friend but also the shattered dreams of a life they had planned together.

"We were meant to be parents together, to raise Ava as a family. But Victoria... she died during childbirth, and I lost not only my best friend but also the chance to build a life with her."Anthony's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he continued, his voice thick with sorrow

Florence reached out a hand, her fingers gently brushing against Anthony's, offering a silent comfort. The weight of his grief seemed to consume them both in that moment, their souls entwined in shared pain.

"I never wanted to burden you with this," Anthony admitted, his voice filled with regret. "But I needed you to understand, Florence. You are not a replacement for a mother , nor am I asking you to fill that void. You are your own person, and I fell in love with you because of who you are."

Tears streamed down Florence's face, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Anthony, I don't know what to say... I never realized the depth of your loss, the pain you've carried all this time."

Anthony took a step closer, his voice choked with emotion. "I've been so afraid of losing again, of losing you. But I can't let that fear control me any longer. Florence, I love you, and I want to build a future with you and Ava. Please, don't let my past mistakes and tragedies taint what we have."

Florence's heart swelled with a mix of compassion, understanding, and love. She reached out, embracing Anthony tightly, offering solace and reassurance. In that embrace, they found strength and a shared determination to heal together.

The Bridgerton family decided to have a friendly game of Pall Mall in the garden, with everyone excited to participate, including little Ava. Florence, who was usually composed and gentle, surprised everyone with her newfound competitiveness.

As they took their positions on the makeshift course, Colin couldn't help but smirk playfully at Florence. "Prepare yourself, Miss Flower. I must warn you, I am quite the Pall Mall expert."

Florence raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit igniting. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Bridgerton? Well, you better be ready to face some fierce competition!"

Anthony chuckled, watching the exchange between Colin and Florence. Ava tugged on his coat sleeve and whispered loudly,

“Papa, I heard Mama say she has always been this competitive . You better not get on her bad side!"

Anthony stifled a laugh and whispered back, "You're right, darling. I've learned not to underestimate your mama's determination."

The game began, and Florence surprised everyone with her skilled shots and strategic moves.

Ava watched in awe as her mama skillfully navigated the ball through the course, all the while maintaining an air of grace and elegance.

At one point, Colin playfully exclaimed, "Miss Flower, are you sure you haven't been practicing in secret? Your skills are quite impressive!"

Florence smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, Mr. Bridgerton, a lady never reveals her secrets."

The game continued, and the competitiveness between Colin and Florence only intensified. They exchanged playful banter and teasing remarks as they vied for the win.

Meanwhile, the rest of the family watched with amusement and laughter. Eloise turned to Francesca and whispered, "I never knew Florence had such a competitive side!"

Francesca giggled. "Neither did I! It's quite entertaining to watch."

As the game reached its climax, Florence and Colin were neck and neck, and Ava couldn't contain her excitement. "Go, Mama! Go!" she cheered, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

As the game of Pall Mall came to a close and the family gathered on the field, Anthony's heart swelled with love for Florence.

The exhilaration of the game mixed with his deep affection for her, and he couldn't wait any longer to make his intentions known.

Taking a deep breath, Anthony stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Florence. With the gentle summer breeze rustling through the grass, he dropped down on one knee, holding her gaze.

"Florence," Anthony began, his voice filled with emotion, "from the moment I met you, you have brought light and laughter into my life. You have been a pillar of strength and a beacon of love, not just for me, but for Ava as well. You have shown us what it means to be a family."

Florence's eyes widened in surprise, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She placed a hand over her chest, unable to tear her gaze away from Anthony.

"I cannot imagine my life without you, Florence, I do not want to imagine my life without you”

Anthony continued, his voice steady but filled with vulnerability. "You have become an irreplaceable part of our lives, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days by your side. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

A gasp escaped Florence's lips, her eyes brimming with tears. The entire family watched in anticipation, holding their breath as they witnessed this heartfelt moment.

After a moment of silence, Florence's face broke into a radiant smile. Her eyes sparkled with joy and love as she nodded, unable to find her voice.

"Yes, Anthony," she finally managed to say, her voice filled with overwhelming emotion. "Yes, a thousand times yes! I would be honored to be your wife."

The family erupted into cheers and applause, their joy matching the elation shared between Anthony and Florence.

Anthony slipped a beautiful ring onto Florence's finger, sealing their commitment to one another.

Amidst the celebrations, Anthony and Florence embraced tightly, tears streaming down their faces. It was a moment of pure love and happiness.

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