For Those Who Dare To Hope.

For those who dare to hope.

"It only seemed right." Kate had never gotten to meet the late Viscount, but she knew how much Anthony had adored him. It was only natural that their firstborn carried his paternal grandfather's name.

"Would you like to hold him?"

"We named him Edmund, I hope you don't mind." (Violet from Kate)

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Violet’s eyes widened as Kate mentioned the name and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. “Edmund?” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Oh, Kate—” Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at the tiny baby in Kate’s arms, the name evoking a flood of emotion.

Her hand reached out to gently touch Kate’s, the warmth of the gesture filled with heartfelt gratitude. “It means so much–" she shook her head, trying to clear some of the emotion, "He would have been so touched, so honoured.” Violet’s tears glistened as she looked down at the baby.

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Sanditon Fanfiction | Charlotte Heywood/James Stringer 19k | Rated G | Canon Divergence

When Charlotte returns to Sanditon with the family employing her as a governess, she becomes reacquainted with Mr. Stringer who has lately returned to town himself.

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"Hm... you know you married me for my ruggedly handsome good looks, Dear." Edmund joked, honestly though he knew how lucky he was. He could have ended up in a loveless marriage if Violet had turned him down all those years ago.

"That dress reminds me of the one you were wearing the first time I saw you."

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Violet reached out to adjust Edmund's cravat, a loving gesture that had become second nature over the years. "And you, my dear, look as handsome as ever." Her gaze softened as she looked at him, her hand resting gently on his chest.