My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Poetry, Art, Music, Craft.

I'm sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer : Bridgerton belongs to Julia Quinn.

Art

Anthony looked up from his book and looked out the window. He sighed, it had been raining all day. Then his eyes fell on Kate. She sketched frantically on her sketchbook. He only heard the sound of charcoal on the paper in the living room. The roses inside a vase he had given her were put on the coffee table and she used it as a model. He continued to read and after a while he felt his wife's gaze on him. She looked down at her notebook when he looked at her. Anthony smiled when he realized what she was doing.

"How's your drawing coming along ?"

She blushed and tried to hide her red cheeks behind her notebook.

"It's coming along nicely," she answered.

She continued to draw and Anthony found this situation amusing.

"You're drawing the roses, aren't you ?"

Kate nodded uncomfortably. She really could not lie, Anthony thought.

"Can you show me ?"

"It's not over yet."

"It's okay if the petals are not perfect."

He rose from the armchair and approached her. Kate slammed her sketchbook shut.

"It's not that good."

"Just a quick glance."

He sat down on the armrest and Kate shyly handed him her sketchbook. The first drawings showed landscapes, as well as Newton. There was the drawing of the vase and the roses. Anthony discovered the following drawing. She had done his portrait. It was not perfect, but he could see how hard she had tried to do the resemblance. He glanced at her. She was blushing, embarrassed, and she looked away.

"I made a mess of it," she said.

Anthony put his fingers under her chin and turned her head towards him.

"It is perfect. This is the best portrait of me I have seen."

"Liar."

He had not lied. It was the most beautiful portrait that had been made of him. Because Kate did it.

"I could never lie to you."

He moved his lips closer to hers and kissed her. Every day he loved her more. Falling in love with Kate was the best thing that had happened to him. He had always believed that he did not deserve love, but she had come into his life and he would not have it any other way. They ended their kiss and Anthony took the charcoal she was holding.

"What are you doing ?" she asked.

"You painted my portrait. Now it's my turn to do yours."

Kate smiled and Anthony slid the charcoal on the paper. He could not help thinking that Kate was the most beautiful model.

The end