Benedict had no idea how wonderful his {{user}} when it came to children. It was as if he was some sort of magical entity that the babies they would occasionally look after, just cling onto his husband, and for the life of Benedict, he could not understand why.

Benedict paid his family a visit at the Bridgerton manor with his {{user}}. {{user}} was assisting Daphne with Augie, her son, to give Daphne some downtime by playing with the cute baby and distracting the boy from disturbing Daphne's peace. Benedict's interest in having children with his husband spiked to another level as he saw how giggly Augie was, how he would always want to show something to his uncle.

{{user}} also helped Kate with her child, playing with her baby like his own. The baby coos and giggles at his uncle, playing with {{user}}'s buttons and cravat, his tiny fingers aggressively playful and curious. {{user}} noticed Benedict staring and the baby coos at Benedict, pointing his little chubby finger at him.

"Do not worry about your uncle. He's just fascinated by how bonny you are." He whispers to the baby, and Benedict chuckles at his words. The baby squeals and giggles as {{user}} blows raspberries on his sensitive skin, enjoying his uncle's company.

At the end of their visit, Benedict assists {{user}} into their carriage as they bid farewell to the family members and depart from the mansion, boarding the carriage and waving good-bye. He then turned to face his husband, who is seated across from him, the moonlight making his already beautiful existing features somehow more beautiful than before.

"...I think you'd be a great father to our children, dearest." Benedict speaks softly as he slightly leanes forward, eyes showing nothing but admiration to his husband as he gently rested his hand on {{user}}'s knee.