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fitrahgolden · 3 months

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WEARY MEMORY: 9 - LEANING BACK ON A BROKEN WILLOW TREE

“You sure you don't need anything?” Anthony asked as they pulled up to Kate's house after the flight home from Edinburgh.

“For the third time, Anthony, I'm sure. It's not that bad.”

“No? Then why are you rubbing your temples raw?”

Kate hadn't even noticed she was doing it. Some time during the hour and a half long flight home, Kate had developed a splitting headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but she wasn't surprised when Anthony had immediately gone into caretaker mode and would not stop checking in on her, and even tried to get her to let him take her to A&E.

“Maybe I'm rubbing them because you won't stop asking if I need anything.”

“Fine,” Anthony grumbled before putting his 4x4 in park.

By the time Kate had said goodbye to their kids, Anthony had gotten her luggage out of the back.

“I'm just gonna help your mum with her bags,” he said into one of the windows.

She let him lead the way to her door. Once the bags were inside, Anthony looked over at the kids in the car, then ran a hand down Kate's arm.

“At least tell me you aren't working at all today,” he pleaded, his voice low.

Kate sighed. “I'm not working. I'm going to keep all the lights off, lie down, and do absolutely nothing. Promise.”

Anthony seemed mollified. “I wish I could join you,” he said wistfully.

“Me, too.”

“Soon?” Anthony looked at her, eyebrows raised in hope.

During their last night in Edinburgh, Kate and Anthony had decided they would tell their families about their reconciliation, starting with the kids, once they got back home.

“Soon,” Kate promised.

Anthony leaned forward slightly, but caught himself. He shook his head before putting a warning finger up. “No work.”

Kate smacked it away with a laugh. “No work. Bye.”

—

As promised, Kate spent her afternoon with the lights off and the curtains drawn. She changed into an oversized shirt that skimmed her thighs and texted Edwina about holding off on picking up Newton until tomorrow. After taking a couple of painkillers, she settled under a blanket on the sofa and fell asleep.

Anthony with a “ta”: How are you feeling?

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm going to assume you're asleep. Text me when you see this.

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm coming over. Don't be mad.

—

Kate slowly blinked herself awake, feeling much better, and groped around in the dark for her phone to check the time. It was then that she realised that the reason she woke up was the knocking at her front door. She checked her messages on her way to answer it, pausing momentarily when she read the last one that had come in.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” Kate put a hand on her hip, her other hand holding the door open.

“I told you not to be mad. I bought you ice cream.” Anthony held up a grocery bag, and weaponised his smile in a way that was wholly unfair. “Let me in, Kit.”

Kate tried her best to look annoyed, but didn't think she was pulling it off. She opened the door further so he could cross the threshold. Anthony kissed her softly and whispered, “How are you feeling?” as he nuzzled her nose and ran a hand under her shirt–checking to see if anything was underneath it, Kate knew.

“Much better, actually. I should take the ice cream and send you home.”

“Mm, Ned would be disappointed. He loves being in charge.”

Kate closed the door and followed Anthony into the kitchen.

“Are we having this now, or…” Anthony turned around when he reached the fridge. “What is it?”

“What?” Kate was grinning like an idiot, and she knew it.

Anthony narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk forming on his lips. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Right.”

“Just put the ice cream in the freezer.”

“I will, but then you're going to tell me what you're thinking about.”

Once the ice cream had been put away, Anthony stalked around the kitchen island towards Kate. Soon, he was placing his hands on the counter on either side of her. He levelled his gaze at her, his expression smug and playful. God, she was just so happy to see him, to have him here, not in their therapist's office, or at a restaurant. Here, at home. Just the two of them.

“What did you tell them?” Kate whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips.

Anthony mirrored her, his gaze turning downward. “The kids?” he murmured, not looking up.

“Yeah, what reason did you give for coming here?”

“I told them that I'm going to take care of their mother.”

Then his mouth was on hers. As always, Kate's fingers were in his hair instantly. When she tugged, Anthony groaned, grasping her waist and encouraging her up onto the island.

After a few blissful moments, Anthony pulled away and panted, “Don't you move. Let me just go ahead and get–”

Kate tugged on his arm as he was about to head in the direction of her bedroom.

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head, pulling him back between where her legs were dangling off the counter.

“No?”

“No, please.” She answered earnestly. “Just you. Just… Just us. Is that OK?”

Anthony kissed her before nodding. “If you're sure.”

“I am. I need all of you.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He kissed her again, a completely different feeling to it than the last one. It was so demanding, so consuming, Kate almost expected him to climb up onto the counter himself. Instead, he pushed her onto her back, his touch a little harsh, just as it was when he then rid her of her knickers, pulling them over her legs in a couple of jerking tugs.

He lifted one leg up onto his shoulder and looked at Kate, steely-eyed.

“No one else is here, Kit. Don't hold back, understand? I finally get to really hear you.��

With that, he ducked his head down, and Kate immediately gave him something to hear.

—

An hour or so later, Kate and Anthony were on the kitchen floor, completely nude, polishing off the pint of ice cream Anthony had brought with him that evening.

Once Kate had finished the last spoonful, she reached up over her head to tip the carton and spoon into the sink above them. Anthony moved quickly, taking advantage of the way her manoeuvring pushed her chest out. He covered a nipple with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Shit.” Kate laughed as she let herself be taken.

“Let me put you to bed,” he breathed against her sternum.

Kate sighed regretfully, a hand running through his hair.

“You can't sleep here, Anthony.”

Anthony's groan was soft as he sat back up. “I know. I just… I want to shower with you and tuck you in. I can't go to bed with you yet, but I'm getting impatient thinking about getting back into a routine with you, Kit. Let's get ready for bed, and then I'll leave.

And so, for the first time in almost four years, Kate and Anthony got ready for bed together. They stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing their teeth. Kate couldn't stop herself from constantly looking over at Anthony, at the other sink, his sink. No one had used it since he moved out. It never stopped being his.

Kate's eyes also flicked over to the huge standalone tub, the one Anthony insisted on.

“Anthony, it's a swimming pool.”

“We need a big tub, Kit.”

“Reckon there will be a lot of shared baths in our future, do you?”

“Absolutely. But we also need a place to sleep on bad nights. You prefer the tub, right? I want to be in there with you.”

In the shower, Anthony helped Kate run conditioner down the length of her hair, and she scrubbed his back. In the bedroom, Anthony sat at the edge of the bed and watched as Kate did her evening skincare routine at her vanity.

Once she joined him at the bed, Anthony pulled back the covers on her side. Then he cradled her face in his hands and kissed so tenderly, she nearly wept.

“We have to tell them. I hate that you have to leave. We have to tell them so we can all be under the same roof again. I'm so close to begging you to stay.”

Anthony laughed softly. “I'm so close to begging you to let me.” He slid his hands down and pulled her even closer as he hugged her. “Get in bed so I can kiss you good night, Kit.”

—

“I'm sorry I said you couldn't kiss.”

“Is Dad moving, or are you?”

“Are we having a wedding?”

“And when are you moving?”

“Can I throw flowers like on telly?”

Before Anthony left the night before, he and Kate had agreed that she would come over the next day so they could talk to kids together. Kaveri had made a sound that could only be described as a screech before she and Maaran both started peppering their parents with questions, seemingly welcoming the news without hesitation.

Edmund, however, stayed quiet, observing his siblings with stony eyes from his seat in the corner of the sofa. When the other kids finally allowed for a lull in the conversation, Anthony moved to sit next to his eldest. Edmund turned away from him just a little.

“Neddy,” Kate said softly. “I know this is a lot to hear. How are you feeling?”

Edmund mumbled, still looking away.

“What was that, Bud?” Anthony asked.

Edmund turned toward his family and sighed heavily. “How do you know you aren't going to break up again?”

“Why would you say that?!” Maaran cried. Kate put her arm around him.

“Shh, Kanna. Let him talk.”

Anthony nodded solemnly. “Ned–”

“Did you guys know only six percent of divorced people marry each other again?” Edmund was looking at his siblings, not his parents.

Kaveri scrunched up her face. “What does that mean?”

“It means they probably aren't really getting married, Riri.”

“Shut up, Ned! They just said!” Maaran buried his face in Kate's side, muffling his voice when he spoke again. “They just said they were getting married, idiot.”

“I want a wedding, Dad,” Kaveri said as she crawled into Anthony's lap. “I want to throw flowers at you.”

Anthony patted his daughter's cheek before turning towards Ned again.

“Where did you learn that, Ned?”

The boy shrugged. “I looked it up when you moved out.” Anthony and Kate looked at each other. Before either could respond, their son added, “And again last night when you went to Amma's house.”

Ah.

Edmund continued, answering the unasked question. “I didn't know, but you guys were acting so weird in Scotland. I thought maybe… Well, this all doesn't matter. It's still only six percent.”

“I want to go to my room,” Maaran announced as he stood, glaring at his brother. “They wouldn't tell us they're getting married if they aren't getting married. I can't believe you're being so mean to them.”

“Yeah, don't be mean, Neddy. You can't be mean at the wedding.”

“Guys, leave your brother alone,” Anthony ordered, his voice more stern than he’d intended. Kaveri shrank a little while Maaran rolled his eyes.

“Can I go to my room, please?”

Kate nodded. “Go on, Maan,” she said softly. “Take Kav upstairs with you.”

Anthony had to nudge his daughter off his lap before she would follow Maaran out of the living room.

“Don't let Neddy stop the wedding,” she said on her way out.

Edmund scoffed. “That's not what I'm doing!”

Anthony put a hand on his shoulder, “We know that. Don't worry about her.”

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Kate spoke.

“Ned, you're right. Plans change, lives change, and you can't always see it coming. You know that better than someone your age should. And, yes, it is unusual, remarrying. But that is what your father and I are going to do. It's OK that you're having a hard time trusting that, especially right away.”

Edmund took a deep breath as he leaned back against the couch cushions, aggressively wiping away a tear. “It just… It feels too good to be true. I know that sounds stupid–”

Kate shook her head vehemently. “Not at all. That's exactly what I told your dad, actually. Just a few days ago, while we were acting ‘so weird’ in Scotland.”

Edmund laughed just a little, and with that, the tightness in Anthony's chest loosened a fraction.

“Really?” their son asked. “It feels like that to you, too?”

“Not as much. It feels more real every day. But I've had more days with it than you have. I hope it will start to feel more real to you soon. You need time. We get that.”

“But, Ned,” Anthony said. “Maan and Kav's feelings about this are important, too. Don't give them a hard time for being excited, OK?”

“OK.”

“Do you want to keep talking about this now?”

Edmund seemed to think about it for a few long moments.

“Can you see if I can talk to Jocelyn early this week?”

Anthony gave him an encouraging smile. “Of course, Bud. We'll see what she's got available.”

Their son seemed pacified for the time being. “Can I go?”

Anthony and Kate both nodded. Once they were alone, he reached for her.

“I love you. You're amazing.” He pulled her over until she was sitting pressed up against him.

Kate shook her head. “I'm fucking shaking, actually. That was terrifying.”

“I know. I think it was alright, though.”

“Could have been worse, for sure.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

“One day at a time.” He kissed her hair. “Let's take the wins where we can get them.”

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bridgertonbabe · 1 year

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how do the others meme era of the bridgerton brothers au meet their love match?

Kate is a model/dancer who stars in one of the band's music videos. While on set she overhears Anthony asking his brothers which of the dancers they plan on getting with and she is mightily unimpressed as he objectifies them, pointing out to his brothers which girl had the most cleavage on show or which one had the best bum. When Kate is introduced to Anthony as his love interest for the video she offers him nothing more than a forced smile in greeting and keeps her composure to not roll her eyes as he blatantly roves his gaze up and down her body. Ever the professional she makes it through the shoot without giving in to the urge to smack him across the face and by the end of the day she's more than ready to leave - but then Anthony catches her on her way out and with an arrogant grin asks her if she wants to go for a drink with him. Now off the clock, Kate tells him she'd rather stick pins in her eyes than willingly spend any time with him and she storms off, leaving him dumbfounded. If that was the last she thought she'd ever see of him; she thought wrong as somehow he seems to keep materialising at every single event and party she attends, and he always makes a beeline for her, desperate to win her over. At one party Colin chats with her, sharing his amusement that his brother is unable to get over the fact that she's the one girl who has ever rejected him, a fact which makes Kate feel very smug knowing just how much she has left Anthony rattled. Soon enough she actually enjoys seeing Anthony, purely because she loves the power she holds over him. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that she's gradually becoming very fond of him, acknowledging just how charming he can be, and respectfully she can admit that he is a very handsome man - but it doesn't mean she likes him. Absolutely not... except, the day after Anthony's birthday she wakes up in his bed and in the cold hard light of day she can't believe she's ended up becoming yet another woman in a long line of his many conquests. Just as she's scrambling up to dash out, Anthony returns with breakfast in bed, much to Kate's surprise. She asks if he's always so generous with his one night stands and she watches his face falter before he quietly says he doesn't want this to be a one time thing. Kate then hesitantly enquires if by that he means he wants to be fuck buddies and once again she's perplexed when his face falls in response. He then states he had hoped that this would be the start of something special, of being a couple, of having someone to come home to everyday. Kate truly hadn't expected such a declaration and initially tries to reason that they wouldn't work in the slightest before Anthony blurts out that he's in love with her and implores her to give him a chance. She had never been in such a position before, had never experienced anyone fixing her with the most adoring of heart-eyes and truly she had never felt so loved and desired - and so, despite the reservations that lingered in her head, she decided to follow her heart and embrace the chance of a fulfilling relationship with Anthony; and she never looked back.

Meanwhile Penelope has known the Bridgertons for years, being best friends with Eloise to start with but over time develops a close bond with Colin. From a young age Penelope possessed a creative soul and loved to write stories and poems, and then one day when she was at the Bridgertons Colin got his guitar out and asked her if she wanted to write a song with him. Together they wrote a silly little song that entertained his younger siblings and from then on they continued writing songs together, and as they got older their song-writing ability flourished to the point that the songs they wrote were actually good, so good in fact that when Colin and his older brothers got a record deal several of the songs he wrote with Penelope made it onto the album. From then on Colin and Penelope collaborated to write a good chunk of the Bridgerton Brothers songs, including some of their biggest hits, and from then Penelope even had her hand in co-writing songs for other artists. Closer than ever before (even closer than her friendship with Eloise), the feelings Penelope had possessed for him since she had first met him only deepened and it was getting to a point that she began to believe he might feel the same way for her. He was so affectionate with her, always confided with her, never going a day without speaking to her, and telling her just how much he cares about her; she truly felt as though her feelings might finally be reciprocated. However, all her hopes were dashed the day she heard him declaring to his brothers that he'd never date her. Heartbroken, Penelope ghosted Colin, refusing to answer his calls and messages, and stopped writing for the band and instead provided her writing expertise to other artists. Colin was upset and desperate for her forgiveness but she refused to talk to him and as a result he lost all confidence in his own song-writing ability, feeling lost without Penelope's partnership and faith in him. Then one night Colin's phone rings and he is shocked but relieved to see Penelope's name flashing up. When he answers the call Penelope curtly tells him to leave her alone, sick to death of the countless messages he's sent her everyday since she stopped talking to him. Before she can hang up he desperately begs for her to hear him out and profusely apologises for saying something so hurtful, that he hates himself for upsetting her, and tells her just how much he misses her. With a sigh Penelope says she forgives him, that she knows he's not a bad person; but that she needs space. When he asks why they can't go back to the way things were Penelope can't hold it in any longer and tearfully confesses that she's in love with him and always has been and that it hurts too much to see or even talk to him, not that she now knows that he could never see her in the way she sees him. She requests that he gives her time and space and hopefully one day they might be able to just be friends once she's had time to heal. Colin is left in shock by his best friend's admission and doesn't quite know how to feel knowing he's broken the heart of the person he cares the most about. He's distracted by Benedict's own heartbreak, focusing on consoling his brother as he tries to wrap his head around the heartbreak he's caused Penelope. Once his brother finally works things out with Sophie, as well as seeing how loved up Kate and Anthony are, Colin can't stop thinking about Penelope and starts to imagine scenes of kissing her before he goes onstage just like Anthony does with Kate, or cuddling Penelope in his lap just how Benedict does with Sophie. It then hits him all at once; he's in love with Penelope and he can't wait a minute longer to tell her. He bangs on her door and when she opens it she's shocked to see him, and even more shocked when he grabs a hold of her and kisses her. That first kiss is enough to confirm everything between them, and after telling her he's in love with her they stumble their way into the bedroom to make up for lost time.

#asks #kanthony #polin #bridgerton brothers au

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Hey, I love your work so much it’s what keeps me going lol. I was wondering if you had any headcanons for Kate’s birth experiences for each of her children?? Thanks ❤️

First off, thanks so much for reading all of this trash that I’m forcing out into the world! Still constantly surprised that people seem to want more. Secondly, I’m saving Kate’s first pregnancy for this week’s fic update so I’ll instead tell you a little bit about Kate being pregnant with Mary Bridgerton

It was a little bit of a surprise when Kate realised she was pregnant for the fourth time. Their youngest, Charlotte would be 4 in September and she and Anthony had both thought she would be their last. Kate loved her children desperately but even she could admit, they (Charlotte particularly) were chaos personified. But when she’d woken up one morning and felt sick to her stomach nausea rolling , Newton hovering anxiously by the side of her bed, she just knew. She turned to Anthony, still sleeping soundly beside her and smacked him, hard, on the side of the head. He woke with a start What was that for?! He’d yelled, his voice still thick with sleep Kate had scowled and said I’m Pregnant. The stupid grin that overtook his face was enough for Kate’s resolve to crack a matching one lighting up her own.

Kate had been Pregnant three times before, but this was different. Right from the very beginning, her back ached, her feet hurt, she was sick constantly and Kate was thrilled to be having another baby, she really was but she found herself angry glaring at her sister-in-laws Lucy and Sophie who were just glowing with the joy of expectant motherhood (Lucy got an extra glare for her perfectly placid children). Anthony, was, as always, full of love and pride every time he looked at her, which only served to make her more bloody annoyed with each day This is all your fault Anthony! She said, nearly constantly. And her infuriating husband had the audacity to smirk, that stupid, smug, handsome smirk, and call It takes two to tango Katie! Over his shoulder. Yeah Two fucking idiots! Kate yelled in response. Mrs. Smythe-Smith tutted loudly every time, her daughter Iris chuckling beside her.

Anthony finds himself very stressed when Kate goes into labour with Mary. Yes, she’s done this before and everything went smoothly, but this time everything seems different, harder even. The labour is long, very long and Kate is so tired, but happy by the time the midwife deposits their new daughter in his arms, and she’s absolutely beautiful with her caramel coloured skin, and his nose, and Kate’s eyes. A perfect mix of the two of them. She’s so beautiful Kate. He whispers as he holds their child, and Kate makes a satisfied little noise beside him. But then everything seems to go wrong. There’s bleeding apparently, so much bleeding and Kate’s eyes roll back in her head and he’s left watching as his wife is wheeled away from him, into emergency surgery, clutching his newborn daughter. Terrified.

Mary Sheffield finds him and hour later, still clutching his child, tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t known who else to call, he’d just thought that Kate needed her Mother there when she woke up. I’m sorry Mary, I don’t know what to do I think she might- his voice chokes off Mary looks sadly down at him, tears in her own eyes that he can see she’s refusing to let fall and says urgently, firmly, You listen to me Anthony Bridgerton. My daughter is not going to die. She is going to leave this hospital and raise those beautiful children you’ve given her. Do you understand? Anthony nods slowly, and squares his shoulders But for now I think it would be alright if we have a little cry. She finishes as she wraps him into a tight hug where they stay until The doctor comes out and informs them, that the bleeding in under control, and Kate should be just fine. He looks down at the tiny baby, who hasn’t cried, barely made a sound through the entire ordeal and sees the way her little brows are set, almost as if she had a firm resolve not to let herself. And whispers This one is Mary.

When Kate wakes up, she looks around at the hospital room and can’t quite remember how she got there. She remembers vaguely a baby crying and then pain and everything went black. She looks at Anthony who leapt from his seat the moment he saw her eyelids fluttering, taking her hand tightly and she whispers, her voice dry and cracking We are never doing this again. Four is enough for anyone. And Anthony feels himself laugh for the first time in what feels like years

He barely even complains when she schedules the appointment for him to ensure that there are certainly no more Baby Bridgertons.

So that got a little dramatic in the middle there, as always, Sorry about me!

#bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #mary sheffield #Kate sharma #Sheffield family feels I guess #molly's headcanons #molly's asks and answers #mary bridgerton

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