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The first Crane visit to Aubrey Hall had been, in Eloise’s opinion, far too loud to qualify as a restful family gathering.
Because, by the second morning, Amanda had attached herself entirely to Hyacinth, which immediately became dangerous for everyone involved. Oliver, unfortunately, discovered Anthony’s Pall Mall set within the first hour of arriving and spent the remainder of the week following Gregory across the grounds with the sort of destructive curiosity that made Phillip visibly tense every time both boys disappeared from sight.
Phillip himself had not settled into Bridgerton chaos nearly as gracefully as everyone else seemed to believe.
Eloise noticed it because she noticed him.
At breakfast, he still paused slightly before entering conversations already in progress, as though uncertain where exactly to place himself amongst the noise. During dinner, he listened more than he spoke whenever all eight Bridgerton siblings inevitably began arguing over one another. Even several days into the visit, there remained moments where Phillip stood just slightly apart from the chaos surrounding him, watching the family with quiet caution like a man still adjusting to the fact that nobody expected him to leave.
The irritating part was how quickly the family adored him anyway.
Kate liked him because the twins were polite and because he never once complained when mud inevitably destroyed everyone’s shoes. Colin kept dragging him into conversations after dinner, while Benedict seemed personally delighted every time Phillip dryly insulted him back.
And her mother.
Well…
Her mother had looked at Phillip exactly once while he helped Amanda fix her napkin at dinner before promptly developing that terrifying emotional expression mothers possessed whenever they decided someone belonged permanently to the family now.
Absolutely terrifying.
Still, by the final evening at Aubrey Hall, even Phillip looked tired in that quiet, softened way people did after too much happiness all at once.
The entire family had spent the afternoon outside despite threatening rain. Pall Mall became aggressively competitive after Anthony accused Colin of cheating. Colin denied this while very obviously cheating. Kate sided with him exclusively to irritate Anthony further. Somewhere close to Aubrey Hall, there was a lake, Benedict allowed the children to attempt skipping stones, which resulted mostly in soaked shoes and Hyacinth nearly falling directly into the water while Gregory laughed himself breathless beside her.
Phillip spent most of it watching the twins carefully.
Not obviously enough for Amanda or Oliver to notice, but she caught every glance anyway. The slight tightening in his shoulders whenever Oliver wandered too close to the lake. The way his attention shifted instantly whenever Amanda disappeared from his line of sight for longer than thirty seconds.
At one point, Eloise found him standing several feet away from the others while Amanda attempted to teach Newton absolutely nothing useful beside the picnic blankets.
“You realize she is only feeding him biscuits because Hyacinth told her it would improve his personality,” She said, stepping beside him and folding her arms loosely across her chest.
He exhaled quietly through his nose, his gaze never leaving Amanda for long. “I suspected as much.”
“And yet, you allowed it.”
“It looked to me that she was determined.”
Eloise glanced sideways at him. “You are becoming dangerously soft.”
Only then did he look at her properly. Behind them, the late evening sunlight spilled gold across the fields while the rest of her family argued loudly somewhere near the Pall Mall hoops.
“I know,” he said quietly.
The answer unsettled her far more than it should have.
Dinner stretched late into the evening afterward, nobody particularly willing to acknowledge the visit was ending. The children grew sleepy one by one across various chairs and sofas while Violet insisted everyone stay for another course despite the fact that half the room could barely keep their eyes open.
By the time they finally departed Aubrey Hall, the sky had turned dark enough that only lantern light guided the carriage path home.
The carriage itself felt pleasantly warm despite the cold night outside, softened by blankets and dim amber lantern light swinging gently overhead with every movement of the wheels. Rain threatened somewhere in the distance, the air heavy with it, while the horses carried them steadily farther from Aubrey Hall and its lingering noise.
Amanda fell asleep first.
She lasted perhaps ten minutes before collapsing dramatically against her brother's shoulder beneath the blanket draped across them both. Oliver attempted to complain about this for approximately three seconds before exhaustion overtook him too, his head eventually dropping against the carriage wall while the steady motion of the road carried both of them fully asleep.
Phillip leaned forward carefully to pull the blanket higher around them, his movements instinctively gentle so neither child woke. She watched him from the opposite seat, one arm resting against the carriage window as exhaustion settled heavily into her own bones now that the week had finally ended.
“I can feel you looking,” Phillip said after a moment, settling back into his seat.
“That obvious?”
“Yes, and it's a very dangerous distinction.” He had said while Eloise replied with an almost laugh.
Phillip glanced toward the twins again, one hand still resting briefly atop the blanket near Oliver’s shoulder before withdrawing. “Oliver climbed a tree twice his height this afternoon.”
“That was Gregory’s fault,” Eloise replied, her voice touched with immediate certainty.
“That does not comfort me.”
A laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
The carriage rocked gently onward through the darkness, the quiet inside broken only by the occasional sound of rain beginning softly against the roof overhead. For a while they spoke in low voices about nothing important at all. Benedict insisting Pall Mall required artistic instinct. Anthony nearly losing an argument to Kate before realizing too late she had been mocked for twenty minutes straight. Hyacinth informing Amanda with complete seriousness that Bridgertons never apologized under any circumstance.
“That cannot possibly be true,” Phillip said, brows lifting slightly as he looked toward her.
Eloise looked deeply offended. “Excuse you?”
Phillip laughed softly beneath his breath.
God, she loved that sound.
The realization arrived so suddenly Eloise immediately decided not to examine it too closely.
Outside, rain strengthened steadily as the carriage rolled through the dark countryside. Inside, warmth wrapped itself lazily around her exhaustion until even keeping her eyes open began to feel increasingly unnecessary. Phillip’s voice softened at the edges as he continued speaking beside her, familiar enough now that listening to him required no effort at all.
She blinked slowly.
Then again.
At some point, the movement of the carriage and the warmth surrounding her pulled her fully under.
Phillip noticed almost immediately.
Her responses slowed first. Then her eyes began drifting closed between sentences despite obvious determination to remain awake. He watched her fight exhaustion with growing amusement for several minutes before Eloise finally muttered something entirely incoherent beneath her breath and leaned unintentionally sideways with the next turn of the carriage.
He caught her instinctively before she could wake herself.
She settled against his shoulder a second later without realizing.
For a brief moment, he went completely still.
Rain tapped steadily against the roof overhead while the lantern light cast soft shadows across the carriage walls, illuminating her sleeping face in fleeting gold whenever it swayed. One curl had fallen loose against her cheek sometime earlier in the evening. Her breathing remained slow and even against him.
Carefully, he reached beside him for his coat and draped it gently around her shoulders.
Eloise shifted slightly at the warmth, unconsciously moving closer afterward.
Something quiet and almost painful tightened unexpectedly in his chest.
Because moments like this still surprised him sometimes.
Not the love itself.
The ease of it.
After a while, her hand slipped loosely against the seat between them with the movement of the carriage. He took it absentmindedly without thinking much about it afterward, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles every so often while the road stretched quietly onward beneath the rain.
Time passed.
When Eloise woke again, she did not move immediately.
Awareness returned slowly instead. The steady rhythm of carriage wheels over wet roads. Rain against the roof overhead. Warmth surrounding her from every direction.
Then—
Phillip.
Her cheek rested against his shoulder.
Something heavy lay draped around her body which, after several horrifying seconds of realization, she identified as Phillip’s coat. Worse still, one of his hands remained loosely tangled with hers between them, his thumb moving slowly against her skin in soft absentminded strokes that felt far too intimate for survival.
Oh, absolutely not.
She remained perfectly motionless.
This had become a situation now.
Because acknowledging any part of this aloud would require acknowledging all of it, and she refused to endure that humiliation willingly. She could not simply wake up and say:
hello husband, I see you have wrapped me carefully in your coat and held my hand in the dark like a man in a gothic novel.
Impossible.
So instead, Eloise made the deeply mature decision to continue pretending to sleep.
Phillip, unfortunately, knew her too well.
“I know you’re awake.”
His voice came quietly above her head, threaded with unmistakable amusement.
She considered ignoring him entirely out of principle.
Then, still keeping her eyes closed, she muttered, “I dislike your observational skills immensely.”
Phillip’s shoulders shifted slightly with restrained laughter. “Well, it's not my fault that you stopped snoring.”
Her eyes opened immediately. “I absolutely do not snore.”
“You absolutely do.”
“I have never even snored once in my life.”
“Mhm.”
Eloise tilted her head back just enough to glare at him properly, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that she was still wrapped in his coat and leaning against him.
Phillip looked unfairly warm beneath the dim lantern light. Tired too. One arm still resting carefully behind her where he had clearly been keeping her steady while she slept.
Something uncomfortable stirred again beneath her ribs.
“You could have moved me,” she said quietly after a moment.
He looked down at her then, his expression softening with immediate simplicity, as though the answer required no thought at all.
“You looked comfortable.”
The sincerity of it struck her far harder than she expected.
Which was frankly irritating.
Eloise looked away first, tightening the coat slightly around herself so she would not have to look directly at him while her chest suddenly felt far too warm.
“This is all very inconvenient,” she muttered.
She could see the way his mouth curved faintly at the corners. “What is?”
Eloise gestured vaguely between them with her free hand. “This.”
“The carriage?”
“You know perfectly well what I mean, Crane.”
Phillip laughed quietly again, softer this time, and the hand around hers tightened ever so slightly afterward.
The hand around hers tightened just slightly, warm and familiar in the darkness. She could see how the lantern light caught softly against his face, the exhaustion in his expression gentled by something quieter now.
Outside, rain continued steadily against the carriage roof while darkness stretched endlessly beyond the windows.
Inside, everything felt warm and close and impossibly gentle in ways she still did not entirely know how to survive absurdly—deeply, embarrassingly—she thought she might have remained exactly there forever without complaint.
Which was really quite alarming to realize about another person.
Yet, as the carriage rolled onward through the night, Phillip beside her and the twins sleeping peacefully across from them, Eloise found herself making no effort whatsoever to move away from him.