The Spell Was Broken. My Uncle Learned To Laugh, And I Learned To Cry. The Secret Garden Is Always Open

The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

THE SECRET GARDEN (1993) dir. Agnieszka Holland

‘Shivers’ (Edmund from Violet) @audaxbellator

It was early, dawn hadn't even broken yet, but Edmund woke up to Violet softly tracing his spine.

Rolling over to face his wife, Edmund smiled.

"You're awake early," He said voice still thick with sleep as he reached out and brought Violet's fingers to his lips.

"Can't sleep?"

"Awesome, I might know a place we can go," Gracie said with a conspiratorial smile.

"Meet me in the lobby in ten? We'll make our get away." The blonde said, collecting her stuff and heading for the door, she only stopped to say her goodbyes to the host quickly and collect her coat, so she could wait for Eloise to slip out.

Eloise Bridgerton was an interesting girl, not too much younger than Gracie, there was a spark in the brunette that Gracie liked and wanted to see more of.

"Shall we take a break and get some refreshments?". - Eloise - Gracie @storyofwhoiam

"We could, or we could get out of here." Eloise seemed like the type of girl that liked to cut loose from time to time.

"Go somewhere much more fun."

"Then I wish you the best of luck in that endeavor, I try to encourage him myself but maybe your encouragement is just what he needs." Edmund said with a smile.

Benedict had talent, just pride and little discipline.

"I look forward to seeing you succeed, my dear."

"High praise for a father," Edmund said, he'd raised his boys to be gentlemen, Edmund was glad to see the lessons had stuck thus far.

"If I may offer some advice for your impending marriage? Marriage is work, it is wonderful, but it is also a choice. One that you make every day, that doesn't mean you don't ask for help, but it is something you have to work at even when things are good."

you look beautiful. Violet @ Kate! @strxngertogether

"Oh... thank you." Kate still wasn't entirely sure where she fit in this family, yes she was Anthony's wife, the Viscountess Bridgerton, but was she a daughter of Violet's or was she just the woman Anthony had married?

"I'm nearly finished getting ready."

Send Me 👣 For My Muse's Reaction To Holding Mine And Your Muse's Child For The First Time Violet @ Edmund! Maybe Anthony or Hyacinth? @strxngertogether

Nineteen years ago he'd held their first son and heir for the first time, that had been one of the greatest moments of Edmund's life, a new chapter and a fresh start.

But just because baby Hyacinth was baby number eight didn't make her any less precious.

If anything his recent brush with death made this moment just as special.

Violet had fallen asleep so when their newborn fussed Edmund got up to tend to her.

He hadn't been able to hold Hyacinth when she was first born, he'd been too poorly. So this was the first he'd been able to hold his youngest.

Shushing gently, Edmund sat down on the edge of the bed, whispering to his daughter so that he wouldn't wake his exhausted wife.

After a few minutes he felt Violet stir.

"I got her... she's perfect, Vi."