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by kibass91

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13. It goes like this

'I have learned that a grave fraud is afoot. As if the Featheringtons did not have enough to be dealing with, Miss Marina Thompson is with child. And she has been from the very first day she arrived in our fair city.' Anthony poured over numerous copies of Lady Whistledown's society papers from last season. Ever since she started printing, his sister, Eloise, had been keeping a copy of each issue. He was borrowing said copies at this moment. Eloise just didn't know he was. He was taking advantage of his full family being out for the day. He had declined to join them under the guise of work to attend to but that hadn't been the truth.

The viscount had a hunch. Something he had been thinking about ever since the ill-fated hasty engagement of his younger brother, Colin, to Miss Thompson. With everything that had been going on, not only with the revelation Lady Whistledown had provided regarding Miss Thompson's condition, but also his own drama with Sienna and the obvious tension between Daphne and Simon he had forgotten to follow up. But now, on the verge of the next London season starting in just two days time, he wanted to investigate his hunch.

He read through the papers carefully, making notes each time he came across something that supported his theory. Once he had finished picking each issue apart, he hurriedly returned them to his sister's room from where he had found them. He strode back to his study, poured himself a drink, then went to peruse his notes once more. As he began connecting the dots, his hunch was seeming more and more likely. The revelation about Miss Thompson being the final clue he needed. No one had known about Miss Thompson's unborn child. She had been a favorite amongst suitors last season, his brother included. If Anthony had known the secret the young lady was hiding, he would've forbidden his brother from continuing to court her, and he sure as hell would not have allowed any engagement to take place. But Portia Featherington was cunning, and smarter than he wanted to give her credit for.

As Marina had arrived in London already pregnant, there were only five people in all the ton that would've been aware of what was going on, while everyone else remained blissfully ignorant. Those people were Lady Featherington, Miss Thompson, and the three Featherington daughters. He was certain in his assumption the late Baron Featherington had no clue. As such, it only made sense Lady Whistledown had to be one of those five women. He had witnessed how forcefully Portia pushed her ward towards the eligible bachelors of the ton, there is no way she would've outed the secret and ruin her plans. Obviously, Miss Thompson would not rat herself out either as her reputation would've been left in tatters. Prudence and Phillipa Featherington, while perhaps normal enough when you take into account who raised them, neither girl was smart enough to pull off a venture like Lady Whistledown and evade detection. That left only Penelope.

Penelope Featherington had been a fixture in the Bridgerton family for years. She held a close-knit friendship with Eloise, and Colin too considered her a dear friend. Anthony himself had a soft spot for her. She had a tendency to light up whatever room she entered and the happiness she brought to his siblings had earned her his respect. He had overheard the conversations she and Eloise engaged in when the young redhead visited. She was quick-witted and well read. From all the ladies in the ton, she was one of the few that actually had a brain and knew how to use it. But the biggest reason he focused on Penelope, was that by outing Miss Thompson his brother had been saved from the humiliation he would have no doubt faced once the truth came to light. Colin also would now not find himself stuck in a marriage with a woman who lied to him repeatedly, a loveless marriage wrought with distrust and resentment.

Anthony knew Penelope held deep affection for Colin, she wasn't as good at hiding it as he was sure she thought she was. If his brother ever really looked at her, he'd see her feelings for him clear as day. Colin however had a knack for being rather obtuse and oblivious. He was a young man, in time he would grow out of that but for now, he was blind to what was right in front of him. However, with Anthony's knowledge of how Penelope felt about Colin, she was the only one of those five women who would willingly damn her own family if it meant if she could save Colin.

The viscount downed the rest of his drink, then wrote a quick missive requesting Miss Penelope Featherington's presence at Bridgerton House. He needed to speak with the young woman, and her arriving at Bridgerton House, something rather common, would draw far less attention than if he attempted to call on her. Not to mention he was sure she had no desire to discuss her alter ego while within hearing distance of her mother and sisters. Once finished with the message, he instructed his footman to deliver it to the Featherington household. Now all he must do was wait. He didn't anticipate it to take too long.

Penelope sat in the drawing room with her mother and sisters, pretending to read but in actuality was crafting her first issue for the upcoming season in her head. She had already decided to ensure the delivery of her issue to be during the presentation of the new debutantes to the Queen. It'd make for a lovely splash back into the limelight, and a firm reminder that Lady Whistledown did not bend to the whim of others schedules, even the queen's.

She fought off the satisfying grin that wanted to break out on her face. She did not feel like battling off her mother's condescending comments. If she was found to be smiling, and perhaps actually looking happy, her mother would no doubt make some comment on how she shouldn't be reading or how the mint green day dress she had purchased for herself made her look washed out. In that moment, Briarly entered the room. "A message for Miss Penelope."

This wasn't an uncommon thing to be announced. Eloise often sent messages to Penelope, inviting her to visit. However, Pen was aware that Eloise had departed with her family earlier that day and had not yet returned. She set her book down, going over to collect the message from Briarly. The handwriting on the note was decidedly not her best friend's.

Miss Penelope,

I wish to discuss a rather private matter with you. I apologize for not calling on you in person, but I believe it best for both you and myself to have this conversation in privacy at Bridgerton House. I know who you are. And I think we can help each other. Please come at your earliest opportunity.

Anthony

Penelope eyes widened and she felt her heart drop. Anthony writing her a message requesting her presence was enough to cause her pulse to quicken, but the words 'I know who you are' had her near hyperventilating. How could he know? She had been overly careful last season to keep her identity secret. Part of her wanted to run to her room, slam and lock the door shut, never to emerge again. But the other part, the larger part, urged her to comply with the viscount's request immediately. "Mama, Eloise has invited me for tea. May I go?"

Portia waved her hand dismissively, not even bothering to look up at her youngest child. Her mother's inattention to her played a large part in how easy it was for Penelope to slip out of her house and go to the printer's under the guise of Lady Whistledown's maid. Lady Featherington did not consider her third daughter worth much effort, therefore Penelope decided to use this cruelness to her advantage. There was no changing her mother, that she knew. But it didn't mean she wouldn't find the best opportunity to exploit her mother's faults.

Penelope dipped from the room, heading immediately for the door. Going to the Bridgertons took approximately only one minute so she did not need to worry about collecting anything from her room before leaving. Nor did she require a maid to escort her. When she could see her front door from the Bridgeton's porch it truly wasn't necessary. She quickly crossed the street; Anthony's note still clutched in her hand. She was mentally running through any possible mistake she might've made, but honestly, she couldn't think of one. Once there, she knocked on the door, it opening almost immediately. The doorman greeted her with a smile, stepping back to allow her entry.

Anthony stood when he heard the knock, moving to lean against the doorframe of his study. "Hello Miss Featherington."

"Lord Bridgerton." His lips quirked up into a smirk before he tipped his head in the direction of his office, then pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room. Penelope followed him nervously but did her best to keep her face blank. She had thought about playing dumb if he accused her of being Whistledown but figured that probably won't work. Anthony wasn't stupid, he wouldn't believe her act.

He moved to one of the chairs at his desk, pulling it out for her. She gave him a small smile before taking the offered seat. Anthony took the chair opposite her on his side of the desk and gave her a reassuring smile. "You can breathe Pen, it's just me."

Oh, he's never used my nickname before. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She had known Anthony all her life, he was one of the few men she fully trusted. But she hadn't spent much time one on one with him. He being the viscount and head of his family, he had a lot of duties that kept him busy. Plus, she was usually held hostage so severely by either Colin or Eloise when she was here that it didn't allow her much time for socializing outside of them. "I know, I'm sorry. Your note just caught me a little off guard." She studied his face to see if he gave anything away, but he merely kept that easy smile on his handsome face.

He hmmed in response, leaning forward to brace his forearms on his desk and folding his hands together. "I do apologize, that wasn't my intention." His smile took on a mischievous gleam.

She bit her lip and looked away from him for a moment. These damn Bridgerton brothers and their charm. "I must say Lord Bridgeton –"

He cut her off. "Anthony."

She hesitated a moment before starting again. "I must say Anthony, I think it was your intention." She saw his eyebrows raise in surprise. If he wanted to play a game, that was fine. She had perfected the art of playing games over this last season.

Anthony was starting to see the correlation between Penelope and Lady Whistledown. Penelope was unfailing sweet, understanding, and sought to see the good in everyone. But he also knew life had dealt her a rather rough hand and he knew better than anyone how that could harden you. She was just better at hiding her scars. He wore his like armor, she used hers to wield words like a weapon. She has a feistiness to her that only came out when she wrote as Lady Whistledown. And apparently when someone found her out as well. He chuckled lowly as he leaned back in his chair. "Fair enough. So, Penelope, is there you anything you wish to tell me?"

She could tell he was a little shocked by her behavior. She had always wondered how she would react if someone did find out her secret. She figured she'd vehemently deny the accusation, do her best to toss their suspicions on someone else. But it turns out, she was a little relived to have someone know the truth. Everyone was enraptured by Lady Whistledown, eagerly willing to pay up in order to get their hands on the next issue. She had done that, built the phenomenon from scratch. And now someone knew it. "From your missive, it seems you are on the one who wishes to tell me something."

Anthony had to give the young woman props. She wasn't backing down. She wasn't apologizing or trying to deny his implication. "I like how you're not trying to convince me I'm wrong."

"Why would I not take ownership of something I'm proud of?" Penelope sighed leaning back in her own chair. "You're right Anthony, I am Lady Whistledown. And I'm not sorry about it."

He had to say, he felt rather proud of her in that moment. As a woman, she wasn't afforded much in the world. But she had made something extraordinary, and she wasn't going to feel bad about fooling them all. "Good, you shouldn't be sorry."

That caught her off guard. "What?"

Anthony laughed at her change in demeanor. "Surprised?"

Penelope couldn't help the baffled look she could feel herself sporting. "Well, yes actually. I figured you were upset with the whole 'I know who you are' thing."

"That was to ensure you'd come, clearly it worked." She shot him a playful glare, causing his smile to widen. "But if you also recall I said we could help each other. But before we get to that, I must know. How did you get the idea for Whistledown?"

Penelope sighed as she thought back to when she first decided to publish. "It was after the first ball. Having now been presented, I saw society differently. Our world is filled with pompous and self-indulgent men and catty women tearing down other women because we are taught we are each other's competition when it comes to advantageous matches." Anthony almost felt as if he needed to defend himself, but he knew she was speaking in broad terms. "Men talk about women as if they are prizes to be won or worse burdens to avoid. Women size up men into how much their worth or what titles they hold. Everyone is playing a part, hiding their true selves and whatever skeletons might be in their closets. Our society puts more stock in outer appearance rather than what lies within." Penelope smirked a little. "I thought it was time to change that."

The way she described how she saw society was a startling revelation for him. To hear what the ton looks like through the eyes of a young woman, it sounded rather bleak. "You certainly succeeded in your endeavor. How did you find out all the information you did? I mean, you knew everything."

She gave a little laugh. "I'm a wallflower, Anthony. Haven't you noticed?" She grinned as she watched him flounder at how to answer that. If he said yes, it sounded bad because he'd be acknowledging her lack of suitors asking her to dance. If he said no, it was almost worse because it would seem he hadn't noticed her at all. Penelope giggled. "There isn't a right way to answer that question is there?"

He shook his head at the degree of amusement she seemed to find in his attempt to answer like the gentleman he was. "No there isn't." He shot her a look. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

She shrugged off his concern. "I've accepted it. Anyway, people have loose lips around little wallflowers. They honestly don't even notice I'm listening. Ladies and gentlemen will just spill their secrets without preamble. Couple that with a little bit of close observation…hello Lady Whistledown." She stood up and went to trace the spines of the books on his shelf. "It was simple enough through a little research to find a printer and coordinate the best the way to deliver the original drafts. I pretend I'm Whistledown's maid, put on a fake accent to further protect my identity, only take hired hacks when going – "

"You do what?" She turned to find Anthony had stood, an alarmed look on his face. "Penelope, you are a young lady!"

"I'm aware of that."

The viscount rounded his desk to stand in front of her. "That's dangerous."

Penelope gave him a small smile. "It's fine." She could tell he disagreed, so she pivoted the conversation back to the original reason she was here spilling all her secrets to him. "You said we could help each other. How so?"

Anthony wanted to argue with her further about the hired hack thing, but with her question he just thought of another way he'd be able to repay her for helping him. If she agreed that is. "One second." He went to the door, poking his head out to request some tea be brought to his study. While he felt he'd much rather another drink, he didn't think it appropriate given his present company. With that done, he offered Penelope his arm to escort her toward the couch along the back wall of the room.

Not long after settling, a member of the staff came in with a full tea service for the two. Anthony stared at the tea for a moment before giving her a sheepish look. "I apologize, I don't know how you take your tea. When I host, all I'm usually required to do is pour a glass of whiskey. I'm not well versed on hosting a young lady."

Penelope bit her lip, he was far too cute. "Don't worry, I'll forgive you just this once." He carefully noted how she prepared her tea, filing it away in his memory. If she agreed to his proposition, he'd be hosting her regularly.

Forgoing a drink for the moment, he took a deep breath. "Okay, so helping each other. I have a proposition for you." She gave him a nod to continue. "As you are aware, I have a duty as viscount and the eldest son to continue the Bridgerton line. I need to marry a young woman I can stand to spend the rest of my life with and produce at the very least an heir and a spare." Penelope furrowed her brow slightly at his words, but he didn't seem to notice. "As Lady Whistledown you know everything about everyone, including the young ladies of the ton. You also know me. I'll be looking for a wife this season. And I need your help to find her."

Penelope reeled away from him in shock. "What? You want me to help you find a wife? Anthony, I run a gossip sheet not a dating service!"

Anthony plastered on a faux look of surprise. "No, I didn't realize." Sarcasm dripped from his words. "I know it's a gossip sheet, but a sheet you produce from knowing everything there is know about everyone in the ton." He got up and went to his desk. After rifling through a small stack of papers, he found what he was looking for and brought it back with him. "I've compiled a list of young women that could be potential candidates. However, I made this list through my own knowledge and observations. I was hoping you'd take a look at it."

Penelope took the offered sheet of paper, but barely glanced it before resuming her wide-eyed stare at the man in front of her. "Why do you want my opinion?"

He settled a determined look on her. "Because you're smart and as I said you know me. You've known me forever. You'll understand what qualities I would need in a wife. You undoubtedly know more about these women than I do, you can let me know if any my candidates are viable options or not. That way I don't waste time."

Penelope did her best to push through the flood of confusion she felt. "Anthony, why the rush? Why not just use the season to get to know young ladies the old-fashioned way? You can't always put all there is to a person down on paper." Another struck her then. "And what about your mother?"

The viscount gazed at her quizzically. "What does my mother have to do with this?"

The redhead scoffed lightly. "It's a well-known fact your mother desires all of her children to find a love match, like she had. Like Daphne found. Don't you want that to?"

Anthony looked away from her and drummed his fingers along the arm of the couch. "There are some things I had to come to accept when I became viscount at 19. While most men in their twenties go out and see the world or dabble into different hobbies, I was learning how to run an estate. During the time a young man might decide to try his hand at love and courting, I was helping my mother raise my siblings. While other gentlemen last season were able to focus on what they may want for themselves, I was preparing my sister for a debut and fielding potential suitors. My duties will never cease, my obligations to my family never done. I don't have the luxury of time to try and fall in love."

Penelope felt her heart ache at his plight. "Anthony you are still a young man. You do not have to marry this season if you don't want to."

"I may not be over the hills just yet, but I'm also not getting any younger Pen." She smiled as he used her nickname once more. Even if he had found her out, it was nice to have a conversation with a man other than Colin. She loved Colin to death, but she also knew her friend was immature and a little self-absorbed. She held affection for him yes, but she was starting to wonder if it was really the great love she had once dreamed it to be. Anthony was far more grown up and experienced in life. It made for much more stimulating conversations. "I'm sure you find the way I'm going about this to be far too analytical."

She nodded. "Just a little."

Anthony turned his body towards her, taking both her hands in his. "That's why I need your help. If we mix my logical approach with yours, we can find a happy medium. You'll help me soften the approach to any possible candidates."

Penelope laughed. "Okay, first way to soften your approach? Stop calling them candidates!"

The viscount tilted his head in agreement. "Will do. And I can help you too. First things first, no more taking hired hacks into the city. I will have the footman for my apartment deliver your drafts to the printer."

"Part of the reason I do it myself is so less people are involved."

"I get that, but it won't considered odd for a footman to be going into the city. Nor is it newsworthy for a man to send something to a printer. This will only help keep your identity hidden as you won't be disappearing at odd times."

Penelope had to admit the idea had merit. She had always worried someone might see her get into the hacks. It would arouse suspicion as to why a societal young lady was utilizing a hired hack rather than her family's carriages. "I would have to write a letter for the printer explaining the changes. Otherwise, he won't see your footman. My printer and I have established a mutually beneficial working relationship. He won't discuss Whistledown business with just anyone."

Anthony grinned. "Write your letter. Add it with the draft for your next issue and the footman will deliver them together. You can give your drafts to me, and I will get them to him."

The young writer agreed with the arrangement. It was nice to know she would have Anthony on her side. Having a well-established gentleman in on the secret and able to help with it was going to make things much easier and safer for her. "Okay, sounds like a plan."

"I can also help you get more information for the column. You have your means to gather intel at balls and teas, but I can find it at the clubs. There are plenty of scandalous things that happen there."

Penelope gave him a confused look. "Isn't the whole point of the gentleman's club that scandal can and will happen there without consequence?"

Anthony smiled devilishly at her. "Is that what you think they are?" She shrugged. "It's not like debauchery is encouraged, although it can occur. But you think people have loose lips around wallflowers?" His glinted with mischief. "They're even looser and far less filtered when it is just men."

The redhead had to gasp at his candor. "You surprise me, Anthony Bridgerton."

He tipped his head at her. "Same to you Penelope Featherington."

The pair shared a laugh. Penelope took a deep breath. "So, the deal is I help you find a wife utilizing my column, and in return you help me keep it running while also safeguarding my identity?"

"That is correct."

She thought it over for another moment or two then held out a hand to him. "Deal." Anthony smiled victoriously, took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

He adjusted the hold on her hand to where he could lift it and brush his lips across her knuckles. "I couldn't agree more."

Penelope reached out for sheet of paper she had previously set aside. "Okay, let's take a look at your list." Anthony scooted closer to her so that he could read the list over her shoulder. "Well, this first one is definitely a no."

"Why?"

"Let's just say she tips the stable boy very generously."

Anthony nodded in understanding, plucked a pen from the table in front of him and crossed out the name. "A no indeed."

Notes:

Let me know you think! I'm excited to share a new story with you all

Chapter 2: A Blossoming Friendship

Summary:

Anthony and Penelope talk about everything.

Notes:

Happy Friday!

Thank you for everyone who checked out the first chapter! I'm glad you all seemed interested, I'm super excited to write this one. Full transparency, I took the first Lady Whistledown column from the show, but all moving forward will be different.

Also, can I just say I while I was rewatching episode 1 of season 2, I forgot how cute Jonathan Bailey is as Anthony. During the scene where he just randomly throws out he needs Violet's ring in with all the other things he needs to do that day, through that whole scene he is just adorable!

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"My list cannot be that bad!" Penelope laughed at the offended look on Anthony's face. "I put actual effort into making it."

She looked down at the now very marked up list of potential ladies. "Well, I'm sorry but don't you want your future wife to have at least half a brain?" She shot him a look over her shoulder. "Or is that not a requirement for you?" He could hear the unspoken reference to his reputation as a rake.

Anthony made a face at her. "Ha ha, you're hilarious."

She grinned cheekily at him. "Why thank you! But that doesn't answer my question."

"Well of course I want her to have a brain!"

Penelope shrugged helplessly. "Then none of your choices will work." She pointed out number four on the list. "Miss Covington? Sweet girl, but not much going on in her head. I've been to teas where she has been in attendance, and she once asked me how to spell orange."

Anthony furrowed his brow. "Really?"

"I was wearing an orange dress and she said, 'Oh I love the color of your dress. How do you spell it?' And she looked genuinely curious."

"Wow."

"Yeah." Penelope turned a little on the couch so she was facing him more. Constantly looking at him over her shoulder was starting to make her neck sore. He hadn't moved from his spot right next to her since they started going over the list. With the way he was situated, he looked over her shoulder as they went through ladies he had selected. In a way, he was kind of behind her a bit. As she turned, she found her face rather close to his. His eyes were still perusing the list. She could make out the flecks of gold within the brown.

Anthony reached up to run a hand through his hair, tousling it some. Penelope couldn't help but smile at the action. "Okay well what about Miss Rothchild? All you have next to her name is that she's a little ditzy."

"That's because she is. Again, super sweet just a little out there."

He turned to look at her, noting how much closer she was than before. He been able to lightly smell her perfume when leaning over her, but now with her closer it was far stronger. "You smell nice."

The abrupt change in conversation startled her. "Oh…thank you. It's a perfume Daphne gifted me for my birthday."

Anthony chuckled. "She does have good taste."

Penelope allowed herself 3 seconds to stare at him then went back to the task at hand. "So, Miss Rothchild?"

"Yes, so how does ditzy compare to dumb? Better or worse?" He saw the way her eyes widened at his bluntness. "You're the one that alluded to them not having a brain, might as well not mince our words."

"Anthony! That's not nice, they are not dumb. They are…not intellectually inclined."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh okay. Thanks for clearing that up." She smacked the back of her hand against his chest lightly earning a laugh from him.

Penelope sighed. "I suppose Miss Rothchild would be fine. She comes from a good family; they are very by the book. I haven't unearthed any scandals there. You should talk to her at the first ball of the season. Speaking of which," she turned her blue eyes on him, "you can dance can't you?"

Anthony sat up straighter spluttering at her question. "Of course, I can dance, Pen! I taught Daphne to dance."

The redhead lifted her hands to cover her mouth, muffling her laughter. "Sorry." She could barely make out the word due to her mirth, the look on his face was just too funny.

"Why would you think I can't dance?"

Penelope set the list on the table before turning back to him. "It's just I never saw you dance last season. And I know plenty of girls tried alluding to you that they would be only too honored to have you lead them around the dance floor."

"Yes, I do believe Cressida Cowper tried at every ball." He shuddered at the memory. "That girl is a viper."

"Trust me, I know." She thought about how Cressida purposefully spilled her drink on her dress last season. Thankfully Colin had borne witness to the event and spun Pen away for a dance afterward to lift her spirits. He wasn't always around however whenever Cressida decided it time to torture Penelope is some way or another.

Anthony noticed the shadow that fell over her face. He quickly moved back to teasing her regarding his dancing skills. "Well either way, I can indeed dance thank you very much."

She graced him with a dazzling smile. "I suppose you can prove it to me when you dance with Miss Rothchild."

"Or I can prove it you now?" He stood and offered her his hand. "Come on ye of little faith." Penelope giggled at the comment, then put her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "What's your favorite dance?"

"How about we dance your favorite?"

"How about we dance yours?"

She sighed before relenting. "The waltz. But really any dance is fine."

"Nonsense, I can do the waltz." He led her towards the middle of the room then briefly released her hand to push the table out of the way. He came back to her and took up the dancing position. "Ready?" She nodded and then he started to lead her through the waltz. He was incredibly graceful and did in fact know what he was doing. "See I am fantastic dancer."

"Okay you win, I was wrong."

"Oh, I wish I could record that." She pinched him slightly with the hand that was on his shoulder. "Hey now, behave."

Penelope laughed, the two still dancing seamlessly. She had never danced with Anthony before, but she had to admit he was probably the best out of his brothers. "I pity the woman we find to be your wife."

He gave her a mock glare. "Are you saying I'm difficult?"

"You're certainly a lot."

Anthony hmmed as he twirled her. "Well, now I know why Whistledown always seemed to describe me as a little prickly. Apparently, she thinks me a bit much."

Penelope settled a look on him. "Oh, don't be dramatic, you know you're a catch."

He grinned at her. "Look at you coming around."

She just shook her head and let Anthony glide them around the floor of his study. "How do you want to do this exactly? We'll need to spend time together to both work on finding you a wife and for me to pass along my column. But we must be careful. If we are seen together too much in public, the ton will start to think we're courting. No young lady wants the gentleman paying her attention to be linked to another woman."

Anthony tilted his head in agreement, she had a point. "I mean obviously we have privacy here, but my siblings will just monopolize your time so that's not going to work." They continued to dance, their minds now focused on other things. "We could each go for a ride. Separately to start but meet up somewhere more off the beaten track."

Penelope thought over the idea. "That could work. We'd have the privacy needed to talk freely and if for whatever reason someone did happen upon us, we could say my horse was too spirted for me to handle and that you were assisting me. That's harmless enough." She smiled at him. "That's a good idea, let's do that."

"There are riding trails that lead toward the forest. Off to the right there's as clearing within the trees, a kind of meadow."

Penelope nodded in acknowledgement. "I know of it, I happened upon it by accident, but I remember where it is."

"Want to make that our meeting place?"

"Sure."

The viscount nodded once in confirmation. He seemed to realize then that they had been dancing for an extended time. He brought them to a stop. "You dance beautifully Pen. It's no wonder Colin always ask." He slipped his hands from her, she doing the same before stepping back a few paces.

She tried for a smile, but it came off more as a grimace. "Yes well, he is off on his grand tour for now, so I probably won't make it out to the dance floor much this season. Thank you for the waltz. You can indeed dance, I'm sure Miss Rothchild will agree." Penelope noticed the time. "I should probably go; I told my mother I was coming for tea."

Anthony took note of the time as well. "The family should be back soon as well. I will escort you home."

Penelope shook her head. "I'm just across the street, I can see my front door from your porch, I'll be fine." As she went to leave, he decided to at least walk her to the door. "After the new debutantes are presented in two days and the first ball of the season, we might have new prospects for you. I'll also need to get my draft delivered to the printer tomorrow. It has to be done at least one day ahead of time. I plan to have the delivery boys start passing out the first issue during the presentations."

He was impressed. "That's bold."

"Exactly." She did a quick calculation in her head. "Do you want to meet at the meadow around 1:00 tomorrow?"

Anthony mentally ran through his day. Thankfully it was light, so he'd be done by noon. "That'll work." He opened the front door for her, "I'll see you tomorrow, Pen."

She smiled brightly. "Bye Anthony." He watched her cross the road, ensuring she made it home safely before closing the door.

Dearest gentle reader,

Did you miss me?

As the members of our esteemed ton lazily sojourned in their rustic retreats, this author was doing but one thing. Honing my skills. Or should I say, hatching my plans? No even better, I was sharpening my knives…for all of you. Questions abound as to this author's identity and means. Seeking those answers shall prove fruitless, indeed. There is, of course, another unknown identity at present. Though this one you will be able to unearth. I speak of the season's diamond wherever she may be. I shall be waiting to see which young lady must bear this honor, ready to insert my opinions whether they are wanted or not.

Your move, Your Majesty.

Penelope stroked the nose of her mare, Dalia, as the stable hand got her tacked up and ready for Penelope to ride. She hadn't always been the biggest fan of horseback riding, but when her father had bought Dalia for her things changed. The mare was a dappled grey and white horse with the gentlest temperament. However, she could also gallop across the fields exhilaratingly fast, causing Penelope heart to race. "She's all ready miss."

Penelope smiled at the stable hand. "Thank you Thomas. Would you mind giving me a leg up?" Thomas knelt and cupped his hands together. This allowed Penelope to first step into his hands, the then stirrup before swinging her leg over to the other side. Women were told they should only ride side saddle, but Penelope found that ridiculous. She adjusted her skirts over her legs, then made sure her feet were secured. She gave Thomas a nod of thanks, then she took Dalia's reins and headed out.

The redhead kept her pace leisurely, the way she would if she truly were just going out for a ride. Dalia cantered along the riding paths, enjoying the exercise. Penelope could feel the folded-up papers she had hidden with the bodice of her gown. She could only buy herself a gown in a color of her choosing every so often or her mother would get suspicious, so today she was wearing one of her older ones. It was a dusty pink with a magenta hued floral pattern. It wasn't the most flattering, but at least it wasn't the color of citrus fruit.

She was a little nervous to try this new delivery method for her column. She had full faith in Anthony and his ability to ensure his footman was discreet, but it still lessened the control she had and that was new for her. She had to do this all herself last season, so she wasn't used to having to trust others to do her biding.

Once she was further away from the eyes of other riders and closer to the forest, she spurred Dalia into a full run. She laughed joyfully as her mare sped up instantly and practically flew across the ground. Penelope's hair and cloak whipped behind her as Dalia galloped along. She steered the horse off the path and into the open fields that bordered the trees. She spied another rider in the field and as she got a little closer recognized him as Anthony. He and his horse traveled along at a slower pace, so she was quickly gaining on him. She bent lower over Dalia's neck. "Come on girl, let's show him what you got."

Anthony and his horse, Spartan, were taking a nice little stroll out to the meadow when the unmistakable sound of horse hooves pounding into the ground filled the air. Anthony looked to his left and saw Penelope coming up beside him quickly.

She gave him a brilliant smile then yelled, "Race you!" She winked at him before her horse blew by him and Spartan.

He laughed and nudged Spartan into action, the black horse taking off like a bullet. She had gotten the jump on him, so she was a little bit ahead, but Spartan quickly gained on her mare. "Come on boy, let's go!" He saw Penelope look back, surprised to see him so close. Spartan caught up to Dalia, the two horses neck and neck. Anthony and Penelope looked at each other, sharing a laugh as they worked to pull ahead of the other. They broke the forest line now into the trees. It was still flat here and not too thickly populated by trees just yet.

Anthony spied a fallen tree log ahead; Penelope saw it too. She steered Dalia to the left in order to circumvent it, but Anthony charged straight ahead. "Let's do it Spartan." Penelope watched Anthony and Spartan move in tandem as the horse lifted from the ground to jump the tree trunk. Spartan cleared the log easily with room to spare and landed clean on the other side. In doing so they had the lead and entered the meadow first.

Penelope pulled on Dalia's reins to slow her down, the pair entering the meadow behind Anthony and Spartan a few seconds later. Anthony dismounted and patted his horse's neck. "Good boy Spartan. I can always count on you." He pulled a carrot from his saddlebag and offered it to his equine companion, before looking to Penelope. "Nice race. Your mare has speed."

The redhead stroked Dalia's ears. "Yeah, she's my best girl." He headed over to her, ready to assist her down. Penelope swung her leg back over, so she was sideways on the saddle. Anthony reached up to grab hold of her waist and lifted her from Dalia's back. Penelope placed her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her, waiting until she was back on her feet to remove then. "Thank you." She too produced a carrot from her own saddlebag to give to the mare. Both tied their horses leads around a tree so they couldn't wander off but had plenty of slack on the leads to walk around a little.

Penelope removed her riding gloves and tucked them into the saddlebag before turning back to the meadow. "I'd forgotten how beautiful it is here." The meadow was a large circular clearing filled with wildflowers. There was a small pond along the edge of the side that led further into the forest. She took a deep breath of the clear air, she really needed to get out more.

Anthony removed the large blanket, few pillows, and small basket that was loaded up with Spartan. While Penelope admired the view, he worked to lay out the blanket over the grass by a natural rock formation and arrange the pillows against the stone so there was extra cushion for the redhead. He realized that morning that by them meeting outside there would not be any seating. While he did not mind, the manners his mother and father had instilled him insisted he did something to ensure Penelope had something to sit on other than the ground. He also had the cook pack up some beverages, just in case. He knew this looked like a picnic, in a way it was, but honestly, he didn't mind. He and Penelope were friends after all.

Penelope finally having her fill of the view, she turned back to Anthony. She gasped in delight as she saw what he had been up to while she was enjoying the meadow. "Anthony?"

The young viscount gave her a little grin while rubbing the back of his neck. Oh my, he's embarrassed! "My father always told me to make sure you brought comfort and refreshments when taking a young lady on a ride. I know it's a picnic, but I was just trying to make sure you'd be comfortable."

The redhead bit her bottom lip. "I don't think you need my help to find a wife Anthony. You don't even realize when you're doing something remarkably beautiful do you?" He smiled at her praise but couldn't come up with a response. She decided to give him a break. Penelope knew that Anthony didn't get enough compliments, so she probably only embarrassed him further. She'd be lying though if she said it wasn't cute as hell. "Let's sit." Anthony offered a hand to assist her while she took a seat amongst the pillows. Once she was settled, Anthony took the spot next to hear leaning his back against the rock. She made to reach for the papers but stopped and gestured for him to turn his head. He chuckled but did as she asked. Penelope reached into her bodice to produce the papers. "Okay you can look."

Anthony faced her once more. "Is that the only place you think of to hide it?"

"Well, it's not like anyone is going to go diving in there randomly." Her words made an unbidden image pop into his head, but he quickly pushed it aside. "Here you go. The top sheet is the letter for Mr. Harris. Your footman will probably have to hand the letter to his assistant, Theo, before he'll be allowed in."

Anthony tucked the letter into his jacket pocket. "I'll make sure to inform him." His fingers fiddled with the other sheet. "May I?"

Penelope hesitated slightly. She had never had anyone read her column until after it was printed, and the words already stamped to paper. But if Anthony was going to be her partner, especially whenever he provided some of the subject matter for a column it'd only make sense for him to have editing privileges. "Sure, go ahead. It's a shorter one first time around as the season hasn't begun yet."

She watched as he unfolded the paper and read the opening column for the season. He stopped midway through to grin at her. "Knives?"

She shrugged. "They do say the pen is mightier than the sword." She delighted in the way he laughed lowly at her response before going back to finish reading. He refolded the paper and placed in his pocket along with the letter. "What do you think?"

"It's good. It's really good, and it's just your opening issue." He looked impressed. "You told the queen 'Your move, Your Majesty.' That's brilliant, insane but brilliant."

She joined in on his laughter. "What can I say? She was so annoyed by Lady Whistledown last season, I had to respond in kind." Anthony reached for the basket, opening it up and offering her some lemonade. She took the offered cup but didn't take a drink. "I meant to ask you yesterday, but we got caught up in everything else. How did you know it was me?"

Anthony popped in a grape in his mouth as he thought about how to best explain it. "Eloise has kept copies of all your issues from last season. I had suspicions after Colin's rushed engagement but forgot to follow up. So yesterday, I went and collected Eloise's copies and picked through them carefully. You're quite clever, the way you write, it's no wonder no one can figure it out. But I know you better than most of the ton. And it was the one about your cousin that solidified it for me."

Penelope had known that had always been her riskiest issue. But Colin was so blind to what was truly going on, her hand had been forced. "Oh. I wondered if that was it."

"Don't worry it's not apparent. Again, we've known each other for a long time. But as Miss Thompson, well I suppose Lady Crane now, was already pregnant when she arrived, your mother would notice and by extension you and your sisters would know."

The young woman nodded. "When Marina's monthly cycle did not occur, Mama figured it out. She was not quiet about it."

Anthony took a drink, quite comfortable here in the meadow with her. It was nice being able to speak freely. "I deduced only the five of you would've known the truth. And I know you hold affections for Colin." She snapped her head up to look at him in surprise. "Only you would be willing to drag your family's name through mud if it meant you could save him."

"I tried to talk to him before. I did not want to write that column. But he wouldn't listen to me, he fancied himself in love."

Anthony placed his hand over hers. "Even though you didn't want to, I thank you for doing so. He wouldn't listen myself or mother either. He would've taken her to Greta Green and then it'd be too late." She gave him a smile, his words helping alleviate her guilt somewhat. "You should tell Colin how you feel."

She laughed hollowly. "You know, funnily enough I had intentions of doing so at the end of last season. But then he told me I had encouraged him to go travel. He's not ready to settle down, and that's not his fault. Men are afforded more time when it comes to marriage."

"That is something about society I wish would change. Ladies have to figure out their lives so fast and are judged based on what kind of marriage match they are able to procure."

A grimace took over the redhead's face. "Or lack of a match."

Anthony heard the unspoken self-inflicted insult. "Do you do that often? Put yourself down?"

Penelope gave him a look that was almost pitying. "I'm not saying anything everyone else hasn't already said. I told you I'd accepted I'm a wallflower. I've also accepted I'll most likely be a spinster."

"Pen, you're not even yet 20!"

"We both know the more seasons a young woman endures, the less likely she is to find a husband. Yes, I've only been through one, but Anthony I wasn't just unpopular. I was undesirable, unnoticeable. Nothing has happened to make me think that will change this season."

Anthony furrowed his brow. He truly wanted to go and yell at Lady Featherington for not supporting her youngest daughter the way she did her other two. Penelope clearly didn't receive enough love and comfort from her family. She had on numerous occasions said how they belittled her as well. "Pen, you don't give yourself enough credit."

She shook her head. "Cressida Cowper would say I give myself too much."

"Well Cressida Cowper is that last person's opinion you should care about. The men at the club have all said it, they can see the ugliness of her character which in turn makes her ugly on the outside as well."

"From where I stand, her dance card is still full, while mine always remains empty. The one men who ask me to dance are your brothers. Even then only once."

The viscount didn't like the frown she had on her face. Penelope was too beautiful of a person to look so sad. He thought back to their dance yesterday in his study. She was a wonderful dancer, she deserved to dance all night at every ball. "I'll dance with you."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "That's very sweet Anthony, but you can't. We're trying to find a wife for you. As I said yesterday, no young lady you give your attention will be pleased that you also give some of it to me."

Anthony sighed. "Well perhaps we should add as a requirement that any young lady I spend time with must also be okay about my friendship with you."

"You won't have possibilities if you implement that." He stared out across the meadow trying to figure out what to do. He didn't like being told he couldn't do something. Especially when his not doing it would keep Penelope unhappy. "I appreciate you offer; I really do. You're very kind. But I told you I'd help you find a wife. And if I let you dance with me, I wouldn't be helping you anymore."

He met her eyes. "It's just dancing Penelope."

"It's the ton. You know there will be talk."

"So let them talk."

Penelope huffed, running a hand through her curls. "You and I will know the talk is nothing. But young ladies, like Miss Rothchild, won't. Not to mention we will be accosted by your family."

He chuckled, knowing she was right about that last part. "Maybe so. And yes, maybe the ton will talk, but I'll be dancing with you and other ladies. It's not like I'll be singling you out."

She couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn about this. "Why are you fighting so hard to dance with me?"

Anthony itched to reach out and tuck the strand of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. "I enjoyed dancing with you yesterday. And you clearly you love to do so. You deserve to dance at the balls like everyone else. And it won't just be me, Ben and Simon can dance with you too. It's my mission to ensure your dance card will be full. And by us dancing with you, perhaps other gentlemen will be inclined to invite you for a dance as well."

Penelope laughed. "Oh, so are you going to help me find a husband now? You're helping me with Whistledown as repayment for my help. Now I'll be in your debt."

He looked at her mischievously. "Must you be so difficult."

Penelope knew what that look meant. "Anthony, no."

"I bet you're still ticklish, aren't you?" He remembered finding out one day years ago, before his father died, when he had surprised her and Eloise.

She stood from the blanket and backed away a little. "Anthony, don't you dare." She watched as he stood up as well, graceful as a panther stalking their prey. "Anthony…" He dove for her, she shrieked and spun to run. His fingers skimmed across her waist, just barely missing her. She picked up her skirt to making sprinting easier, but Anthony had far longer legs than her and she knew it was only a matter of time.

Anthony grinned as he almost caught her. He chased after her, attempting to grab her twice more but she was quick to evade him. On his third try, he got an arm around her waist and hauled her back to him. He turned her in his hold before dancing his fingers along her sides. She yelped in laughter, trying to squirm away from him. He kept it up for another few seconds before he had mercy on her. "Do you see what happens when you disagree with me?"

Penelope rested a hand against her heart as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm trying to do what I said I would. Get you married!"

"Well, you're just going to have to adjust your tactics then."

She shook her head at him. This man was going to drive her crazy, she just knew it. Her friendship with him was so different to her one with Colin. It felt like a real adult friendship. Colin sometimes still treated her like the little girl she used to be. And maybe she was guilty of still thinking of him as the 14-year-old boy she fell in love with rather than the man he was growing into.

Anthony looked at his watch. "We should probably go. I'm sure you'll be expected back from your ride soon."

Penelope nodded. "Yeah probably." She helped him clear up the supplies he had brought, then he helped her get back up on Dalia. He swung himself up on Spartan and they headed out of the meadow.

"I'll let you get back to the riding paths first, I'll take Spartan through the fields. I know a path that'll take me by the apartment so I can give your papers over to my footman."

"Perfect, thank you."

Anthony and she paused at the tree line. "Will you be at the presentation tomorrow?"

Penelope shook her head. "No, technically we're still in mourning." Anthony kicked himself slightly for not realizing that. "Please wish Eloise luck for me. And tell her she'll be okay."

He laughed as he recalled the colorful things his sister had been saying about having to be presented this season. "I will. Hopefully your words will do more for her than what the family's has. She threw a book a Ben the other day when he told her she would do wonderfully."

"Did she miss?"

"Only because he ducked. Her aim was scarily perfect." They shared a grin. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

Penelope nodded. "I'm sure Eloise will need comfort after the presentation."

Anthony smiled slightly. He needed to explain to the family about his friendship with Penelope. He didn't want to have to pretend it wasn't there. He also needed to speak with his brothers about his plan to help her. "Until then." He then nudged Spartan into a gallop, the two of them speeding across the fields.

Penelope clicked at Dalia to move into a canter and steered her back onto the paths. She smiled to herself as she replayed her afternoon. It was possible that Anthony Bridgerton was on his way to becoming her new best friend.

Chapter 3: A Shared Secret

Summary:

Lady Whistledown returns and the Bridgertons notice something different between Anthony and Penelope.

Notes:

Hello dear readers, I hope everyone is having a nice weekend so far. This chapter is slightly shorter than the previous two, but next chapter will make up for it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Anthony stood along with the rest of his siblings on one side of the queen's throne room, watching as each young lady was presented to her Majesty. It had been a rather rough time getting here as Eloise had almost downright refused to emerge from her room. According to Daphne, on the ride to the palace their younger sister was far from calm and had looked positively terrified as Violet led her towards the waiting area until it was her turn. To be honest, Anthony wasn't focusing one bit on the presentation, he kept waiting for one of the palace staff to interrupt and present to the queen the newest issue of Lady Whistledown.

Yesterday, as promised, he rode Spartan out to his apartment and passed along Penelope's letter and column to his footman, Austin. He had briefed the young man beforehand about what he was to be doing and along with raising his wage for his discretion, Anthony had put the fear of God into him and promised many unpleasant things if Austin should decide to open his mouth. The viscount had not told Austin who Lady Whistledown was, but he still didn't want it getting out that he was helping her. It would narrow the list of suspects to his sisters and Penelope, and that was something he refused to allow to happen.

He had received a missive from Austin late yesterday evening confirming that the printer had read the letter and understood the new arrangements. Penelope's column had been delivered and Mr. Harris promised to have the issue ready at her desired time. Which brought him to now, waiting anxiously for its arrival. He found he enjoyed being in on the secret, it brought a sense of exhilaration he hadn't felt in some time. "The Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton and Miss Eloise Bridgerton!" The sound of his sister's name snapped Anthony back to the present, he and everyone else turning their attention to her.

Eloise looked ready to bolt. He found himself feeling sorry for his sister, gentlemen were not paraded around in front of everyone when they became of age. She took a few unsure steps into the room, her breathing highly irregular. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Daphne gesture at Eloise to smile, but it didn't help. He truly wished he could stride out to her and escort her home. She did clearly did not want to do this and he tried his best to keep his sisters from having to engage in any activity they did not wish to partake in, but he had to defer his mother on this. Society demanded she be presented and even he could not change that.

Just as he was about to say screw society and protect Eloise as was his duty, a door banged open, and everyone's heads turned at the noise. A palace staff member came striding toward the queen with something upon a platter. Anthony couldn't help the grin that overtook his face. The queen looked annoyed. "What is the meaning of this?" Her staff presented the platter to her with the newest issue from Lady Whistledown on it. Queen Charlotte snatched it up and smiled savagely at the paper in her hands. "I've seen enough."

"But Your Majesty, there are still- "

"I've seen enough!" The queen strode from the room without preamble. Anthony chuckled lowly at the reaction then looked back to Eloise. She looked elated, turning and retreating from the room as fast as she was able. More staffers came out with numerous copies of the Lady Whistledown issue, much to the delight of all in attendance. Daphne took one of the offered copies giving it a quick read. Anthony leaned closer to his sister, smiling as he saw Penelope's words in print. Of course, he had seen this before. The printer kept the same look for her column as last season, but now that he knew it was Penelope, it looked different to him.

Penelope, after excusing herself from the drawing room, her mother and sisters too engrossed with the Lady Whistledown column, she hurried up to her room. As she told Anthony, she would be visiting Eloise at Bridgerton House today to support her friend. She had no idea if Eloise would've been presented already or not when her column was delivered, but either way she was sure the brunette would have something to say on the matter.

She had no intention of wearing her black dress to the Bridgertons. Her mother was trying to milk the death of her father as much as possible. Most likely because Mr. Finch, Phillipa's betrothed, still had received no word on her dowry. Penelope didn't know the particulars on why this was, but she had deduced from the mumbled conversations between Varley and her mother that something was not right. By continuing to play up the mourning card, Mr. Finch's parents were less likely to bring up the issue. The new Baron Featherington had not yet arrived, so she assumed her mother wanted to him to handle the Finches.

Rielle, her lady's maid, helped Penelope out of her black dress and selected the one violet day dress she had. Penelope had purchased this dress a couple of months ago. When Lady Featherington had seen it, she asked where the redhead had gotten it. Her excuse of having saved up her pin money seemed to satisfy her mother's curiosity but didn't stop Portia from commenting how the color was dour and made her seem paler than usual. After getting her changed, Rielle also undid the ridiculous hairstyle Portia had insisted upon that morning. Pen had noticed her maid was quiet and did as she was told, but when it was just herself and Rielle, she knew how to best accentuate Penelope's natural beauty. Her curls were loosened with a quick brush, then pinned to the side to cascade over one shoulder.

Pen grabbed her small bag and smiled gratefully to the other girl. "Thanks Rielle. I'll be back later." She hurried down the stairs, she had heard the Bridgertons arrive back home while getting changed. She poked her head into the drawing room, "I'm heading to the market with my maid." Portia and her sisters were discussing her article, therefore her mother didn't even answer. She really did make it too easy for her youngest to go about as she pleased. If she had given her any kind of attention, she'd notice Rielle wasn't accompanying her daughter.

With a quick eye roll, Penelope exited her home and crossed the street to her surrogate family's house. She knocked on the door, the doorman opening it a few moments later. He smiled warmly at her. "They're in the drawing room." Penelope gave him a smile then proceeded towards the aforementioned room. She was such a permanent fixture in this household, even the staff had come to know she was welcome anytime and had been instructed to just send her back, no announcement necessary.

As she neared the drawing room, Penelope could hear music playing. She turned the corner and saw Eloise dancing with Gregory, while an instructor watched. She knew how much her friend despised dancing and it showed. The redhead heard Hyacinth and Benedict make comments regarding their sister then Gregory's shout of pain as his sister trod upon his foot. Eloise rolled her eyes then caught sight of her friend. "Pen!" She rushed over and grabbed the other girl in a tight hug. "Thank goodness you're here!"

Penelope laughed as she pulled away. "How was the morning?"

"Oh, it was dreadful, seriously why are women expected to wear a feathered headpiece?"

Violet smiled at Penelope. "Hello dear."

"Good afternoon Lady Bridgerton. Hello Ben, Hy."

Benedict gave her a wave and a wink while the youngest Bridgerton jumped from her seat to hug the redhead as well. "Pen, you need to show Eloise how to dance. I do believe her instructor is about to quit." Said instructor did his best to keep the agreement off his face. Violet allowed him to leave, promising to reach out once another lesson could be arranged.

"I'm sure your sister is doing fine."

Gregory snorted. "Tell that to my foot."

Eloise reached out to smack her brother, but he ducked her hand. "Why must I learn to dance anyway? It's just one more way that young women are pranced about all so the men of the ton can take a nice long look. Heaven forbid they just want to talk and actually learn a woman's mind."

Violet sighed. "Darling, I know you don't love the rules of society, but they are still there. This is how we find you a husband."

Eloise stared at her mother in horror. "I'd rather be a spinster." Penelope shared a look with Ben, both trying to hold in their laughter. Lady Bridgerton looked as though she had just swallowed a lemon.

Anthony came striding into the room. "Was anyone else aware dear Colin has decided to add Albania or some such place to his itinerary as he gads about the world?"

Eloise snorted. "No, but how happy for him that he can simply decide to do that. Isn't that right, Pen?"

She made a non-committal noise while giving Anthony a smile. "Hello Anthony."

"Good afternoon, Pen. You look lovely today, that color suits you."

Eloise looked at her brother. "Since when do you call her Pen?"

"You call her that."

"Yes, I know, but when did you start to do so?"

Anthony hadn't found time to tell his family about his budding friendship with Penelope nor had he gotten Ben and Simon to the club yet. "Does it matter?"

Violet broke the bickering match with her own question. "Joining us for tea, Anthony?"

"Only for a moment. I do have an appointment to keep. However, I took care of refilling your coiffeurs at the modiste and have arranged for extra staffing now that the season has started."

Lady Bridgerton smiled tenderly at her son. "Thank you darling."

Anthony moved to sit on the sofa with Eloise and Penelope. As he situated himself next to the redhead, she could smell the spice of his cologne. "So, Pen," he gave his sister a pointed look as he said her nickname, "to what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Penelope could see the mirth in his gaze, obviously he knew why she was here but no one else was supposed to know that. "I came to see how Eloise's presentation came today. All I have heard so far is it was dreadful."

"Well, it was! The outfit alone is torture." Eloise grasped her friend's arm. "However, Lady Whistledown is back! Right as my turn came up, it was interrupted by the delivery of her column to the queen!"

Penelope put on her practiced surprise face. "Really? I did think when Briarly brought the issues to Mama this morning it was a little early, but I didn't realize the presentations had not yet finished."

Anthony grinned. "Oh yes, it was quite a scene." The redhead turned her attention back to him, her eyes now mimicking the gleam of amusement his held. "The queen announced she was done for the day and walked out without a care to see the remaining debutantes."

"Wow."

Eloise sighed happily. "It was wonderful, since she left so did I! Whistledown saved me from that completely outdated farce."

Ben chuckled from his lounged position the other sofa. "As you might have guessed, Eloise was not named the diamond of the season. Shocking I know?" A moment later he received a pillow to the face courtesy of his sister.

A member of the staff entered the room with the tea service. Violet rounded the sofa, tapping her second son's legs to prompt him to sit up so she may sit. After everything was laid out, she gave Penelope a smile. "Would you like some tea dear?"

Without even thinking about it, Anthony sat forward grasping the tea pitcher, "Allow me mother." He missed the three astonished looks from his family as they watched him prep their guest's tea exactly the way she liked. Violet knew Anthony had not been present when Penelope first informed her how she took her tea. She supposed he could've been quite observant, watching her prepare Penelope's tea on the other numerous occasion she had been in attendance, but it seemed an odd thing for her son to notice.

Benedict shared a look with Eloise. This was odd, Anthony had always been nice to Penelope. He conversed with her and held the same affection for her that they all did. But he had never used her nickname before, choosing instead to say her full name, and know he knew how she took her tea?

Anthony passed Penelope the cup, with a smile. She looked impressed. "You remembered." Her comment only further confused the other members of the family. The duo looked away from each other just now noticing the baffled looks on the faces of the other occupants in the room.

Benedict set his sketch pad aside. "Brother, when did you learn how Pen takes her tea?"

The viscount stared at his brother trying to think up a response. He figured honestly would be best at this point, minus the Lady Whistledown and her helping him find a wife part of course. "The day before yesterday. Pen came by to see Eloise while you were all out. I offered to keep her company while she waited but unfortunately, she had to be back home before you returned."

Penelope was impressed at the way he smoothly twisted the truth just a bit. He would make a fine partner in crime indeed. "Yes, he was very kind."

Eloise still looked skeptical. "Why didn't you tell me she had been by? I would've gone to see her."

"Honestly, you were so tightly wound because of your presentation I didn't think it fair to inflict you upon her." Pen giggled at the face Eloise made at her brother because of his comment, he merely smirked in response.

Violet now shared a look with Ben. There was a familiarity between Anthony and Penelope that wasn't fully explained away by one interaction over tea, but neither could figure out why that was. Anthony checked his timepiece then quickly finished the rest of his tea. "I do apologize, but I must excuse myself. It is nearly time for my appointment."

Something in his expression made Penelope wary. As he exited the room, she excused herself to freshen up in the restroom, but she went after him instead. She found him in his study collecting a few things. With a quick look around, she ducked into the room and shut the door behind her. "What are you doing?'

Anthony looked up from where he was tucking a small booklet into his jacket. "Getting ready to leave."

She rolled her eyes as she walked closer to his desk. "Who is your appointment with?"

"Miss Rothchild of course."

"Of course? Anthony what are you going to do?"

He rounded the desk coming to a stop in front of her. "I have a plan to take a quick walk through the park with her and her mother to find if we would be compatible."

Penelope shook her head. "That's not what we agreed to. The first ball of the season is right around the corner, that's what the dance is supposed to be about."

He motioned for her to follow him to the couch. They sat down sideways on the sofa facing each other. "I know, but I figured this way I can make sure it'd be worth it. If during our meeting I find myself bored out of my mind, then I won't have to suffer through a dance with someone who I won't be compatible with."

He had sound logic, but she didn't think he saw the flaw with his plan. "Okay, so what are you going to do to determine that? Interview her?" He didn't say anything. "Oh God you are!"

He grinned bemusedly at her reaction. "Pen, how else am I supposed to find out if we'd be a good match?"

She grabbed hold of his shoulders and shook him slightly as she said, "The dance!" She sighed. "It's all about softening of the approach remember? While dancing, you can ask those questions about herself without it coming off so much like an interrogation."

"A dance is only a few minutes long. I need more time than that to decide I wish to continue spending my time with someone."

Pen pressed her fingers to her temples. "That's why you continue to dance with her at the balls or take promenades. Anthony, you're trying to squish together a multi-step process into one meeting. That's comes off a little aggressive."

Anthony laughed at her expression; she was like angry kitten. "Pen, I told you. I don't want to waste time. And that sounds like a waste of time."

She huffed in frustration. "But that's how your supposed to do this! And you know, if you don't want to waste time than forget about dancing with me and just focus on the wife search."

He shook his head at her his gaze hardening. "Dancing with you is not a waste of time, you are not a waste of time."

Penelope decided that was a discussion for another time. "Okay, we'll talk about that later. What kind of questions are you planning on asking her?"

"Well, here take a look." He pulled the booklet from his jacket and held it out to her.

"Oh God, you wrote them down."

He let out an exasperated sigh and lifted his hands slightly in confusion. "What is wrong with that?"

Penelope snatched the booklet from his hand looking over the questions he had written down. "You're not going to read these off to her straight from the book, right? You have these memorized to just kind of insert into conversation?"

"No kind of just thought I'd go down the list." He winced in preparation for her reaction.

She made a noise of frustration, smacking him on the arm with the booklet. "Anthony Bridgerton, you are a very smart man. You cannot honestly tell me you think this is a good idea."

He gave her a sheepish smile. "I think it's pragmatic."

Penelope fell back against the arm of the couch. "Okay, please just cancel this meeting."

"Now that would be bad."

"Trust me, it's better than aftermath of what this," she waved the booklet, "will be." She gave him a gentle smile. "You asked me for my help. So, listen to me and just dance with Miss Rothchild at the ball."

Anthony was quiet for a few moments. "I don't want to dance with Miss Rothchild."

"You're the one that asked about her!"

"Yes, well I changed my mind. I'm known to do that."

Penelope laughed while fiddling with her hair absentmindedly. "That's probably for the best, I don't think you would've liked her."

Anthony reached out to poke her side. "Why didn't you say something then?"

Now it was her turn to look sheepish. "I just felt so bad that your list sucked, I decided to give you a little break."

He widened his eyes at her in disbelief. "A break? You would've condemned me!" She tried to hold back her laughter, but she was failing miserably. As the first few giggles escaped her, Anthony started to laugh too which set her off completely.

After a few attempts, their amusement finally tapered off. Penelope gave him a dazzling smile, affection laced within her tone as she asked, "What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Just keep smiling at me like that."

She furrowed her brows slightly. "Why?"

"Because I like seeing you happy."

Notes:

Next up, the first ball of the season!

Chapter 4: The Ball

Summary:

Anthony talks to Ben and Simon, and the start of the first ball.

Notes:

Hello readers! Let me preface by saying this is only part one of the ball. It was getting long so I decided to split it up.

Also, I reference a dance called the foxtrot. This is technically a 20th century dance, but through my extensive research the regency era dances were kind of boring. Also, the choreographer for the show said that when he came up with the dances for the cast to do, he mixed together parts of dances from the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries. As I was wanting dances more like those from the show, I have pulled in the foxtrot. I know it's historically inaccurate but honestly I researched for hours and could not find great information on regency era dances.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Anthony, Benedict, and Simon entered White's, the viscount finally having been able to pull his brother away from his sketch pad and his best friend from his sister. After his conversation with Penelope yesterday, he impressed upon them the importance of going with him to the club. The first ball was tomorrow night, and he needed Ben and Simon to be on the same page as him regarding helping the redhead. After they were each settled with a drink in hand, Simon looked at his friend. "Okay Anthony, we're here as requested. What's going on?"

"I've been speaking with Penelope and-"

"Speaking?" Benedict had interrupted his brother. "As in more than just that one tea?" His tone made it clear that he knew there was more to Anthony's story.

Simon looked confused. "When did you have tea with Penelope?"

Anthony sighed, they were getting off topic. "Yes Ben, I've talked to her more than just that once. If you two will let me finish, I'll explain everything."

"Make sure you explain it to mother as well, she knows you spoke in only in half-truths yesterday." Ben took a sip of his drink. "You know how she dislikes that."

Simon chortled slightly. "But Ben it's Anthony we're talking about here. According to Daph, he could murder someone, and all your mother would do is help him hide the body."

The eldest Bridgerton was unable to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He seriously needed to get new friends. "Are the two of you done?" At a nod from them both, Anthony steered the conversation back on track. "As I was saying, I've been speaking with Penelope, and she needs our help."

He realized his words might've needed to be more carefully chosen at the reactions he received. Ben sat forward, discarding his drink on the table. "She's in trouble? Is she hurt?"

Simon's fingers clutched his glass tightly. "Is someone threatening her? Has her mother promised her to a dishonorable man?"

Anthony was a little shocked at the intensity of protectiveness his brothers were showing, but he admitted that he was glad to see it. "No, no nothing like that!"

Ben slumped into his seat. "Trying throwing that in with first part, won't you? You could scare a person to death." Simon simply took a long drink from his glass while shaking his head.

Deciding to ignore their dramatics, Anthony continued. "The gentlemen of the ton," his eyes swept across some of the patrons in the club, "are blind. They don't see her for how beautiful and smart she is, so they don't ask her to dance, even though she's one of the best. And Lord knows her mother doesn't do anything to help."

Ben and Simon shared a quick look before the duke asked, "So what are we to do?"

Anthony sipped his own drink. "We all know men want what other men have." Benedict and Simon nodded begrudgingly. "So, it's simple really, between the three of us we need to keep her dance card full."

Simon smiled at the idea. "That works for me, Daphne being with child understandably she tires easily and doesn't like to be on her feet all night. I'll happily spin Pen about the floor."

Benedict clicked his tongue thoughtfully. "Anthony, you and I are unwed. Don't you worry this might cause unforeseen problems."

"If all three of us dance with her, not one man is singling her out, so it won't cause any issues." He knocked back the rest of his drink. "As bad as this might sound, we as Bridgertons and Simon as Duke of Hastings have pull in society. By us dancing with her, other gentlemen could very well start to feel inclined to invite her for a dance as well."

The artist gave his brother a meaningful look. "Is that what you've been speaking with her about? Helping her procure suitors? How many times have you and her conversed?"

Anthony bit back his smile as he thought about their afternoon at the meadow. He couldn't be entirely truthful about everything he and Penelope were up to, but he would admit to his growing affection for her. "She and I have established a blossoming friendship. I enjoy talking with her, she's quite witty. I understand why Colin covets her friendship so."

"And that's all this is? Just a friend helping a friend."

"What else would it be?" Ben and Simon once more shared a look before turning both their gazes on the viscount. He could read the implication on their faces. "It is not like that. It's tiresome this idea that a man and a woman are unable to only be friends. I myself am looking for a wife this season, I have a duty to fulfill."

Simon now looked thoughtful. "If you are looking for a wife, perhaps you should just let Ben and I dance with Penelope."

Anthony rolled his eyes once more. "Why? Because I'll be linked to her?" They nodded causing him to chuckle. "Pen said so too. But as I told her, I will be dancing with other young ladies as well. My sharing a few dances with her at a ball isn't going to cause a stir with the other eligible women. And if for some it does, then they clearly aren't worth my time."

The duke's eyes widened a little at his friend's remark, but he just nodded. "Okay." While Anthony signaled for a refill, both Ben and Simon simply sipped their drinks thinking the same thing.

Penelope was getting ready for the first ball of the season, and the iconic Lady Danbury was to be the hostess. This had come to be a bit of a tradition, Lady Danbury always delighted in throwing the ball that all others had to live up to. Needless to say, it would be spectacular. Unfortunately, Penelope had not yet been able to purchase a new ballgown, so all she had to work with were the ones her mother had recently procured for her. However, there was one gown she had that was a very light, pale yellow it almost looked golden.

This one was mercifully sparsely embellished and had zero rosettes or floral appliques anywhere. It was only lightly sequined along the bodice, leaving the skirt bare. The sleeves were short, stopping just past her shoulders. Madame Delacroix had also rebelled against her mother's choice of style for the dress a little. It was technically still an empire waist, but she had dropped the waist lower to better accentuate Penelope's figure. Rather than the waist starting just under her breasts, it sat just above her hips. This did cause the bodice to be form fitting all along her torso, but the madame had simply refused for Penelope's dresses this season to be the same as last. To her Portia Featherington had no sense of style, and that meant it was up to her to help the youngest Featherington daughter. She too had noticed, same as everyone else in the ton, that Penelope was not afforded the same level of care and attention that her sisters were. This dress was the one Rielle suggested. "I know it is still yellow, but it's very light so your hair will not clash too much. Plus, I have a plan."

The lady's maid had a somewhat devilish smile on her face, which Penelope had come to know meant Rielle was about to work some kind of magic. "Okay, I trust you." The other girl gave little gleeful giggle as she ran the bath. After getting cleansed, she dressed Penelope in her chemise, corset, and then the gown. She applied a light amount of scented oil to Penelope's hair, giving it incredible shine and the scent of jasmine. This also helped relax Penelope's curls to where her hair now fell in sensual waves. Rielle then took the front on either side of her miss's hair and loosely braided them halfway. She then took both half-braids, brought them to the back of Penelope's head, crossed them and pinned both in place. She then sectioned out the rest Penelope's tresses, before taking section by section and looping them up to where the braids met, pinning them in place to create a volumized updo at the base of her neck.

Rielle applied light makeup to her face, the only part she heavily accented were Penelope's lashes in order to make her blue eyes the wow factor. She then reached for a large pouf that she dipped into a shimmery powder. She dusted Penelope's arms and chest with the shimmer so that her skin glinted like diamonds.

Penelope gasped as she saw the effect. "Where did you get that?"

Rielle grinned. "My sister's mistress had bought it while in France but then decided she didn't want it. My sister and I don't go anywhere special enough to warrant it, so I asked her if I could use it for you. She happily gave it to me, it's such a pretty thing to just let go to waste." Rielle replaced the shimmer on Penelope's vanity. "Now you need just one final touch." She rummaged around in the hairpieces Penelope had bought with her Lady Whistledown money. "I know you say you have to use these sparingly for whatever reason, but you haven't worn this one yet." She pulled out a sparkly gold hair adornment in the shape of a peony. "If you play into the golden hue of this dress, it'll cancel out the yellow." She settled the hair piece over where she had crossed the braids, pinning it securely. "You'll dazzle them all."

Portia's voice floated up the stairs. "Penelope, hurry up! We are leaving."

Penelope tried to hide the hurt she felt at her mother's crass shout up the stairs. She had been in with Phillipa and Prudence while they got ready to ensure they looked perfect. She hadn't even poked her head in to check on Penelope. Rielle gave her a smile. "Remember, you the rare wildflower in a field of common roses. You are one of a kind."

The redhead gave her maid a grateful smile and hugged her. "Thank you, Rielle, for everything. Take the rest of the night for yourself, I'll manage on my own when we return from the ball." With that, she exited her room and hurried down the stairs to follow her family into the carriage.

"Anthony put me down!" Eloise banged on her brother's chest as he hauled her up into his arms physically carrying her to the carriage where his mother and Daphne waited. "Anthony!"

The viscount sighed as he descended the stairs tightening his hold on his squirming sister. "Eloise, it's a ball not a firing squad."

Eloise scoffed. "That's actually exactly what it is! All night mother will be pushing me at eligible gentlemen, I refuse to do it."

Anthony laughed, if Eloise ever did marry, he truly worried for the man. Whenever fielding suitors, he'd have to make sure they weren't faint of heart, his sister was a handful. "That is well within your right El, however that is a problem for mother. My task was to get you in the carriage." He crossed the threshold of the front door, he could see his mother with a hand over her face when she saw the extremes with which he had to resort to. Anthony half rose into the carriage depositing Eloise on the seat next to their mother. He gave Violet a grin. "There you go, she's all yours."

"Oh, thank you darling."

Anthony laughed as he closed the carriage door, heading over to pull himself into the other one. Simon and Benedict were still laughing. "Did you seriously have to carry her out here?"

The viscount nodded. "It started with her trying to climb out the window. So, once I blocked that attempt to escape, I just figured I should pick her up." Ben shook his head, Eloise would no doubt be the biggest challenge out of all their sisters. "Once we arrive, we should find Penelope to sign her dance card."

Simon spoke up. "If it's alright with the two of you I'd like to take the Irish jig." He received identical looks of astonishment. "What? It's fun."

Anthony and Ben responded in tandem, "No, it's not."

Benedict chuckled. "I have no qualms with you taking that bullet. In fact, I thank you. I myself would like the quadrille." He looked to his brother. "What about you Ant?"

"The waltz." He didn't see the grin his brothers shared. "It's her favorite dance."

Simon nodded. "Okay. When I sign up, I will make sure to leave those two free. There's usually around what, six or seven dances per ball? How should we split those up?"

Anthony knew Penelope used the balls as a way to gather intel for her column. "You each sign up for one, I'll do two. Leave her free for the others so she can rest if needed." It was a reasonable excuse, but the real reason was he was pretty sure Penelope would flay him alive if he made doing her job more difficult.

They arrived at Lady Danbury's shortly after, all three men jumping down and heading over to the lady's carriage. Anthony held his hand out to Eloise, as he had done for Daphne last season, he would escort Eloise now. She gave him a grimace. "Do I have to?"

He gave her a smile. "Oh, come on El, it won't be that bad. Pen's here."

The mention of her best friend's name seemed to sway her. "I do suppose that'll make it alright." She took her brother's hand allowing him to help her down and then took his arm, while Benedict escorted Violet and Simon escorted his wife. They entered the ballroom, and as per usual felt the stares of all the ton. Whenever the Bridgertons arrived, it was always noteworthy. Young ladies hoped to catch the attention of the handsome brothers and the gentlemen of the ton eager to propose a dance to the beautiful daughters.

Violet placed a hand on her second daughter's arm. "Now Eloise, if a young man invites you to dance, please do not disagree. One dance will not cause you to marry."

Benedict swiped a glass of champagne from a passing tray. "Are we sure we want to unleash her on the unsuspecting gentlemen? She was still trodding on Gregory's foot this morning."

Lady Bridgerton gave him a tight smile. "Dearest, you're not helping."

Simon led Daphne over to a table allowing her to sit down. "If you ladies will excuse us, Anthony, Ben, and I must attend to something."

Eloise felt panic at her brothers leaving her alone with just her mother and sister who would no doubt try and send her off to dance with the first young man that was within snatching distance. "Attend to what?"

They didn't answer her before walking off, but Daphne knew the plan. "Simon told me what they're planning to do. They are all going to sign Penelope's dance card."

"Why would they do that?"

Daphne sighed. "Well, the gentlemen of the ton are not always very bright. So, they plan to dance with her and help…showcase her I guess you could say."

Eloise narrowed her eyes. "That makes her sound like a prize."

"Eloise, you know what I mean."

Violet was a little confused at what her sons' motives were, but she would worry about that later. "Eloise, darling, Lord Hansen is coming this way, give him a smile."

"No."

The trio of men made their way through the crowd easily as everyone parted to make way for them. While it was a little weird, with their notoriety and influence, especially as gentlemen, they were afforded this luxury. As he had expected, Anthony spied Penelope next the refreshment table. She looked lovely in a gown that almost seemed gold and her hair swept away from her face. "Good evening, Miss Featherington."

She turned at his voice, her skin sparkling in the light. "Good evening, Lord Bridgerton." She looked past him to the other two men. "Evening Mr. Bridgerton, Your Grace." They each inclined their head at her in greeting.

Anthony gave her a grin as he reached for her dance card. "You look wonderful by the way. Are you sparkling?"

Penelope bit her lip. "My lady's maid…her doing."

"I like it." She blushed prettily at his comment. Anthony trailed his eyes along her card, finding the waltz listed as dance number 5. He signed his name on the spot.

"What are you doing?"

He glanced up at her. "What I told you I would. Signing up to dance with you." He also signed his name to dance number 4, the foxtrot. He gave her a playful grin as he straightened up. "Is that a problem?"

Penelope quickly turned her dance card around to see which dance he had claimed. "Anthony, you signed up for two dances."

"Yes, I did."

"These are also the most intimate dances."

He rolled his eyes. "The waltz is your favorite, I'm ensuring you will dance it tonight. And I like the foxtrot."

Benedict slid around his brother to grasp her dance card next. "Please keep talking, pay me no mind. Just selecting my dance."

Penelope shot Anthony a wide-eyed look, but he just kept grinning at her quite pleased himself. "Ben, you do not have to."

"I'm aware of that, but I do feel like dancing tonight." He placed his name next to dance 2 the quadrille.

When Simon took her card, Penelope reached with her free hand to smack Anthony's chest, but he quickly caught it in his own pressing his lips to the back of it. "Pen, we're in public. That means no hitting."

The redhead huffed turning to Simon. "Simon, you have a wife to dance with."

The duke gave her a bright grin. "Daphne's pregnancy keeps her from feeling up to dancing. You wouldn't refuse me a little fun, would you?" She watched helplessly as he put his name down for dance 3 the Irish jig.

With identical mischievous grins, Ben and Simon departed then, promising to come find her for their respective dances. Penelope kept the smile on her face until they were out of view before she rounded on Anthony. "What is the matter with you?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

Penelope swiveled her head around trying to judge how close other partygoers were to the pair of them. She leaned closer to him and whispered, "If I'm dancing all night, I won't be able to hear any gossip. I have a column to write."

Anthony smirked at her. She really was quite fetching when angry. "Pen, don't worry about it. My mother will no doubt announce that I am looking to marry this season, that's a nice little chunk. Then there will be the fact that you are to be spun around the floor by two Bridgertons and a Duke. With the way you've written yourself previously, you'll have to write about that and you know it." She didn't have a response because she knew he was right. She couldn't be putting herself down every issue last season and then not report about how she had garnered the attention of two eligible men and the Duke of Hastings. "And if that's not enough for you, while at the club with Ben and Simon devising our plan, I overheard Lord Harris mention that his son has gone to Greta Green with Lady Harris' maid. Apparently, time is of the essence. However, what concerns the lord the most is the fact that his son is not the father of the young lady's unborn child. But that he is." His smirked deepened. "Is that scandalous enough for you?"

Penelope felt her mouth drop open. "He just said that?"

"Well, he was rather drunk, and seemed to not to notice how loud he was speaking." He reached past her to grab two glasses of lemonade. As he did so, he whispered to her, "Is it okay for me to dance with you now?" She floundered for a response, numbly accepting the glass he offered to her. "Thank you for the conversation, Miss Featherington, I look forward to our dances tonight." He gave her a little bow, then waltzed off back toward his family, giving Eloise the second glass of lemonade.

Penelope shook her head before making her way back toward her mother and sisters. She spied the Finches speaking with her mother and she hoped to learn more about why Phillipa's dowry had still not been paid.

Violet smiled at Anthony as he returned to them, reaching out to brush off imaginary lint from his jacket. She cleared her throat then announced in far too loud of a voice, "Dearest, it pleases me greatly to hear you plan to find a wife this season!"

He winced as he, and his mother, heard the exciting tittering immediately following her declaration. "I knew you were going to do that." She merely smiled widely at him, while he turned to find many eager mamas and young women looking at him hopefully. He gave them all a small smile which only excited them further.

Benedict, Eloise and Daphne were trying their best to hide their amusement at their brother's predicament. Simon meanwhile felt bad for his friend. He knew how it felt being accosted like that.

Violet motioned to one of her friends to come closer. "Lady Bennett, good evening." The lady in question and her newly presented daughter broke free from the crowd. "Anthony darling, this is Lady Bennett and her daughter Evelyn."

The viscount fought not to laugh at his mother's very blatant hint. "Good evening, Lady Bennett, Miss Bennett." Both mothers were still staring at him. The first dance of night was starting. "Would you care to dance Miss Bennett?" The young woman nodded enthusiastically, accepting his offered arm. They joined the rest of the dancers on the floor and began to dance. An awkward silence hung between the pair, hearing Penelope's voice in his head, he gave the young girl a smile. "Tell me about yourself Miss Bennett."

"Oh, well um, I'm the oldest child of my parents, I have a younger brother and sister."

He waited for her to say more, but she stayed quiet. "Yes, I'm well versed in younger siblings."

She laughed a little too loudly. "Of course, you would be."

Anthony wracked his brain for something else to say. This is exactly why he despised the idea of dancing. Men and women were practically forced to make small talk with a complete stranger and somehow through that unnatural interaction decide if you wanted to subject yourself to more of the same. "What do you like to do?"

"I play the pianoforte, I've been taking lessons since I was young." He nodded encouragingly at her. "Oh, and I enjoy helping my mother host teas and she has prepped me on how to best run a household."

Anthony resisted the urge to shake his head. Is this what some mamas taught their daughters to say to gentlemen? "Okay, but what do you like to do?"

Miss Bennett seemed thrown that he asked the same question again. "I…what do you like to do?"

He furrowed his brow, he knew where this was going. "I like to read."

"Oh, so do I!"

He doubted it. "Wonderful, what have you been reading lately?" He supposed she didn't think he would ask a follow up question because she just stared at him wide eyed. Mercifully, the dance came to a close a soon after. Dutifully, he escorted her back to her mother. "Thank you for the dance, Miss Bennett." He then promptly turned on his heel and marched back toward his family, where Benedict and Eloise were crying tears of laughter.

Violet had a flicker of hope on her face. "How was your dance, dear?"

He sighed heavily, dropping into a free chair at the table his family had claimed. "A nightmare."

"Why?"

"I just danced with a girl who clearly had been told by her mother to only say what she thought I would want to hear. I refuse to endure that more than once."

Violet took in a deep breath. "Okay, so Miss Bennett wasn't a good match, but there are plenty of ladies you can dance with. Perhaps someone not in their first season. Maybe Miss Cowper?"

Anthony barked out a laugh. "No."

"I know she's not the nicest of girls…"

Eloise snorted. "That's putting it nicely."

Lady Bridgerton sent her daughter a look, but Anthony agreed with his sister. "I'm not going to dance with Miss Cowper. If I do, I'll never be able to unhook her claws."

"Anthony!" The matriarch shook her head. "What am I to do with you? Anthony, to find a wife you actually have to try! And same for you Eloise."

Benedict downed the rest of his drink. "Well, as fun as it is to bear witness to my siblings being scolded, I must go find Penelope, it is almost time for the quadrille."

Violet latched onto this change of topic as she watched her second son walk away. "May I ask why this sudden decision for you and your brothers to dance with Penelope?"

Anthony shrugged nonchalantly. "Pen and I have developed a friendship. She confessed to me that she didn't see herself getting onto the dance floor much this season, I made her a vow to rectify that."

"Do you worry about being linked to her?"

Deciding not to answer, he gave his little sister a smile. "Eloise, care to dance?"

The brunette smiled brightly at her brother. "Why of course! See mother, we're trying!" Violet didn't seem amused by her daughter's comment.

The two siblings spied Penelope and Benedict taking to the floor for the dance as well. Anthony noticed the smile on her face, she might've made a fuss about it, but he could tell she was happy to be out on the floor. As the dance started up, Anthony enjoyed himself far more dancing with his sister. He knew he was supposed to dance with young women at these balls, but honestly, he hadn't realized how awful it would be. There was a reason he had put off getting married as long as he had. All the young ladies of the ton were the same, with the exception of his sisters and Penelope. How was he supposed to find one he wouldn't mind having to spend the rest of the life with?

Eloise noticed the thoughtful look on his face. "Brother, what's bothering you?"

He sighed. "I know I'm supposed to dance with young ladies, that is what society demands. But El, all these girls are the same. I've watched young ladies get presented year after year and they never change. I thought it would be enough for me for a lady just be dutiful and maybe have at least half a brain but…"

"But it's not." He shook his head. "Anthony, you don't have to marry this season."

"I'm not getting any younger El."

Eloise sighed as her brother spun her around. "You are still young. And if no one truly catches your eye…" As the dance ended, he saw Simon slip in to replace Benedict escorting Penelope to the refreshments before their dance began. He escorted his sister back to their mother.

Both of them were in for a surprise as Violet had acquired a young man for Eloise to speak with and a young lady for Anthony. "Eloise, dear this is Mr. Grisham. I believe you two have things in common. I know the Irish jig isn't your cup of tea, but how about a turn around the room?" Mr. Grisham offered Eloise his arm, at her mother's fierce look she begrudgingly took it. "Anthony, darling this is Miss Cunningham. Why don't the two of you take a turn as well?"

Daphne looked on as her brother did as he was told, noting how both her brother and her sister's faces were far from thrilled. "You are not going to endear them to the idea of courting if you keep pushing young men and women at them."

Violet sighed. "I know, and I want my children to find a love match. But if they don't go try and meet someone that won't happen."

"I didn't think I would come to fall in love with Simon, and our ruse you were not even aware of. Trust them to do what they feel is right. Eloise is not going to marry this young, so allow her the freedom to just enjoy her first season. Anthony says he is looking for a wife, but this is fueled by his sense of duty not love. I worry he is pushing himself before he is truly ready."

Lady Bridgerton could tell her children did not look particularly happy. "Okay, you win." She looked to the floor where Simon and Penelope were laughing heartily as they moved through the fast tempo dance. "Simon and your brothers are dancing with Penelope to help her find a husband?"

"That's what Simon told me." Violet thought on how Anthony had said he had developed a friendship with the redhead. She also remembered that day when he known how to make her tea. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

Anthony and Eloise returned together, he had left Miss Cunningham with her mother and told Mr. Grisham that he would escort his sister back. Eloise stomped to her chair, she was already over this. "Can we please leave?"

Violet patted her hand. "Darling, I'm sorry for being so pushy. I just want what's best for you, but I understand that might not be a husband right now. I do hope for you to find love one day though."

Eloise smiled at her mother. "I know you do. That's why you push so hard."

Lady Bridgerton looked to her son next. "I'm sorry as well Anthony. You are a grown man, you don't need your mother telling you what to do. I only wish for you to find love as well."

"I know mother."

"You do not have to marry Anthony. You know that right? Don't let duty force you into something you do not want."

Before he could answer, Simon returned with Penelope in tow. "We have returned!"

Violet smiled at the young woman. "Good evening, darling. Are you having a nice time?"

Penelope shared a look with Anthony, he was going to throw the next words she said in her face, she was sure. "I am. I have enjoyed being able to dance. Your sons and Simon are most gracious."

Anthony grinned at her words. "See I told you. Would this be one of those times where you tell I'm right again?"

"No, your ego is inflated enough as it is."

He put a hand to his chest. "You wound me, Pen."

Violet watched the interaction between the two, she could easily see the friendship there. But she wondered if there could be more. During the break between dances, Eloise had dragged Penelope away, but Violet noticed how Anthony kept sneaking glances at the young woman.

A few minutes later, the next dance was set to begin. Anthony crossed to where his sister and Pen were and offered his hand to the redhead "Shall we?"

Notes:

Anthony and Pen dance next!

Chapter 5: The Dances

Summary:

Anthony dances with Penelope.

Notes:

Hi my lovelies! Here it is, the long awaited dances! I'm not sure if everyone knows what a foxtrot looks like, so I've included a link to the video I based their dance off.

Foxtrot: https//watch?v=DtSwer4C-EQ

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

A soft melody filled the room as Penelope fit her hand into Anthony's, letting him lead her out to the dance floor. Murmurs broke out as members of the ton stopped to watch the pair. As the music began in earnest, Anthony extended the arm with which he held Penelope's hand allowing her to pirouette out. He then spun her back to him, her back to his front. He held her left hand with his right, and her right with his left causing Penelope's arms to be crossed in front of her. He swayed them side to side a few times then twirled her around, catching her in the proper dancing position for the foxtrot and began to glide them across the floor in a series of graceful turns and spins.

Penelope smiled up at Anthony as he moved her through the steps. "You can foxtrot."

He laughed lowly, tipping her ever so slightly. "I thought we already established I can dance. Besides, why would I sign up for a dance I can't do?" He spun her around fully again, this time taking hold of her hands and bringing them to rest between them as he led her in a simple box step, keeping their movements fluid.

Off to the side, Lady Danbury meandered over to where the Bridgertons sat. Violet and all her children had their eyes glued to the dancing pair. They hadn't noticed, but they were dancing circles around the other couples, effortlessly weaving through the other dancers while never missing a step. Lady Danbury took the open seat next to Violet. "Well would you look at that? They make quite the handsome pair don't you think?"

Penelope brought her hands up to his face, softly trailing them down to meet his at his chest. He extended his arm again, allowing her to step out. Keeping hold of her hand, he turned on his heel in front of her to be on her other side. Anthony then pulled her into him, retaking up the traditional dancing position and spinning them quickly three times. He then tipped her back and forth, following up with more beautiful turns that the foxtrot was known for. He maneuvered them to the middle of the floor, twirling with her over and over again, a laugh spilling from Penelope's lips. As the song came to a close, he slowed their spins gradually until eventually bringing them to a halt.

"You might've changed my mind, the foxtrot might be my favorite now."

Anthony laughed heartily, offering his arm to escort her off the floor. "We haven't waltzed yet."

Penelope shook her head. "We waltzed in your study."

He gave her a bright grin. "Oh, that was nothing compared to how we will waltz tonight." He brought her back to his family. "I'll go get you a lemonade." She nodded watching him walk away.

Lady Danbury tapped her cane to gain the redhead's attention. "I'm glad to see you out on the dance floor so much tonight. You are without a doubt one of best dancers in the ton." She flicked her eyes toward the refreshments table. "Especially when you have the right partner."

Daphne smiled warmly at the younger girl. "You two danced beautifully. In fact, you have inspired me to dance the next one with my husband."

Simon looked at worryingly. "Are you sure?"

"I'm still early in my pregnancy, I can handle a waltz."

A cold voice cut through the light atmosphere. "My my Penelope, I knew you were sad, but I didn't think so sad to have three different gentlemen feel bad enough for you to offer you pity dances." Penelope turned to see Cressida Cowper and one of her minions smiling maliciously at her. "Tell me, do you feel special in those fleeting moments?"

Eloise stood up but Violet raised a hand to keep her at bay. "Miss Cowper there is no need for such hostilities. You should return to your mother, I'm sure she's missing you."

Cressida plastered on a sickly-sweet smile. "Lady Bridgerton, dear Penelope knows I'm only kidding. We've known each other forever you know. She's just as adorably plump as ever."

"Miss Cowper." Anthony's hardened voice caused the blonde to flinch. She turned to see him standing there staring heatedly at her. "Do you delight in tearing others down because it makes you feel more important?" Cressida opened and closed her mouth a few times as she tried to respond. Anthony moved by her, giving Penelope the drink he acquired for her. "I can't fathom why you think yourself so above others. Your personality is far from attractive, which in turn mars any outer beauty you might possess." He leveled a glare at her. "Now run along back to your mother so she can throw you at more gentlemen. Maybe you'll get lucky and actually manage to make one stick."

Cressida swallowed nervously, hurrying away as fast as she could. It was silent for moment until Lady Danbury's hoarse laugh broke through. "I've been waiting for someone to put Cressida Cowper in her place. Fine work, Bridgerton, fine work!"

Anthony smiled slightly in response, but he kept his eyes on Penelope. "Her opinion means nothing."

Penelope smoothed her hands over her dress taking a deep breath. "I know, it just never quite removes the sting from it though."

"Pen," she lifted her gaze to his, "her words are born from jealously. Don't let her ruin your night."

"What if she already did?"

Anthony took her hand in his. "Then I'll make it better." As he said this, the music for the waltz started up. Still holding her hand, Anthony dropped to a knee in front of her. "Penelope Featherington, may I have this dance?" Needless to say, Anthony Bridgerton on his knee in front of her was enough to stop all the onlookers in their tracks.

Penelope giggled at his dramatics, but she decided to play along. "It'd be a pleasure, my lord."

He joined in with her laughter as he stood up and escorted her back to the dance floor. A few mamas approached Violet confused. "We thought he was looking for a wife this season."

She shrugged helplessly at her society friends. "My son has a mind of his own."

Anthony brought Penelope to stand in front of him, settling his hand on her back, while she lightly placed hers on his arm. He took her other hand in his but rather than extending them out, held them to his chest as he led her through the first few steps of the dance. As he went into the first turn, he assumed the correct dancing position. They circled the floor slowly, Anthony turning them in a few slow spins. He smiled victoriously when he saw the soft smile on her lips. The pair moved gracefully through the next steps, most of the other dancers stopping to watch. Anthony spun them around again catching Penelope's eyes with his own. "How are you feeling now?"

She studied him, he truly cared that she enjoyed her night. He really did want to make it better. "Anthony, I think you're my best friend." Her statement caught him by surprise, faltering his steps for just a moment but he quickly recovered. "You accept me as I am. I've never felt that from a man before."

He dipped her slightly to one side, then the other. "What about Colin?"

"Colin is sweet, but he doesn't always realize the things he says." Anthony took hold of both of her hands, then crossed behind her bringing his left arm up and around to cradle her in his embrace as he turned them. He broke from her, Penelope twirling herself, before he caught her back into dancing position and spun them in circles the length of the dance floor. "Do you truly want to marry this season? I saw you dancing with Miss Bennett and walking with Miss Cunningham. But you didn't look happy."

Anthony stepped forward, then back her following his lead. "I want to marry, I'm just not sure I'm going to find the right woman."

"Well, isn't that why you asked for my help?" She spun around, catching hold of his hands as she walked backward. He crossed the distance to her, once more bringing his arm over her head to hold her close before spinning her out.

"As amazing as you are Pen, even you cannot change who these ladies are. Change what I'm needing in a woman."

She moved back into his arms, him spinning them a few more times as the music slowly drifted out. "Well, it's only the first ball Anthony, only two women that weren't a match. There's still time."

He gave her a small smile, not having let go of her yet. "Time isn't the problem." Anthony released his hold on her, offering her his arm. As he walked her back towards his family, he noticed a few gentlemen appraising the redhead. Even though this was what he was intending to happen, he found himself not liking it.

Dearest gentle reader,

The season has begun, and this author is ready to expose all your dirty little secrets. As per usual, the famous Lady Danbury held her start of the season ball, and this author can truly say it was a magnificent show.

To the delight of many young ladies, it seems Viscount Anthony Bridgerton is finally ready to say goodbye to his rakish ways and is ready for matrimony. This author has it on good authority he danced with the young Miss Evelyn Bennet as well as he was seen taking a turn about the room with Miss Victoria Cunningham. It seems our dear viscount is testing the waters, not having yet found the lucky lady that will catch his eye. This author is most invested in this development and will be keeping an eye on the handsome Bridgerton heir anxiously waiting to see how it all unfolds.

It has also come to this author's attention, that Lord Harris seems to be in a right state after it came to light his son and heir has spirted away to Greta Green with Lady Harris' maid! This unlikely pair has apparently been engaging in an illicit affair, one that has found itself leading to the birth of a new life. One would think Lord Harris' ire would stem from being deeply troubled by his only son and heir being embroiled in such a stereotypical scandal, but it would seem that is not the case. This author has heard speculation that is not only the young Mr. Harris who dallied with the lady's maid, but the lord himself has as well! I would so love to be a fly on the wall once that truth is revealed.

My last piece of news involves a fan favorite of my little column, Miss Penelope Featherington. While this wallflower usually hovers on the edges of ballrooms, it seems last night the two eldest Bridgerton sons and our dear Duke of Hastings took pity on the poor girl. Of course, it is no secret that Miss Featherington holds a close relationship with the Bridgerton family, but it is usually the curiously absent Colin Bridgerton that bears the burden of engaging in the compulsory dance with the youngest Featherington daughter. This author supposes in his absence, his brothers felt it was their duty. However, something rather curious occurred which admittedly leaves this author baffled. While Mr. Bridgerton and His Grace only engaged in one dance with Miss Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton danced two with her, and back-to-back! Is it possible our dear viscount sees something in the young redhead the rest of us do not?

Rest assured dear readers, I will find out.

Penelope set her quill down, rereading her words. It would make for a nice issue, especially with Anthony's contribution about Lord Harris. She played with the ends of her hair as she looked over the part about herself. It was kinder than usual, but she knew Anthony would not approve of anything much harsher. She worried slightly about putting some emphasis on the two dances they shared. For a gentleman to dance once with a young lady, the ton took notice, but for a gentleman to dance with the same young woman twice? Lady Whistledown would never not write about it.

She sighed heavily as she folded the paper and hid it beneath her floorboard until she could get it to Anthony tomorrow. As Penelope went to lay down, she felt like kicking herself. She never should have let him dance with her, or the very least not twice. He came to her for help but somehow, she was the only one benefitting. The ton would already be talking about them, and her column would only add fuel to fire. "Penelope, what have you done?"

The following morning, Rielle woke her saying she had a note. Penelope recognized Anthony's writing.

Pen,

Meet me at the meadow at 11.

Anthony

Penelope saw it was just after nine. "Could you please get the bath running Rielle? I need to get this sparkle off of me."

"Did anyone like it?"

She smiled softly as she recalled Anthony's compliment. "Yeah, someone did." Rielle left her lady to her thoughts, going to prepare the bath as requested. After she was clean, Rielle dressed her in a blue grey dress, it was very complimentary of her skin tone and the vibrancy of her hair.

Her lady's maid gently combed Penelope's hair with her fingers, separating the curls. She then gathered up all of Penelope's long red hair pulling it into a ponytail at the middle of her head, securing it with an elastic. She then pulled at the hair all around the elastic to loosen up the hair, giving it a softer look. She took a section of hair from the bottom of the ponytail, wrapping it around the elastic to hide it, before pinning it in place. Rielle then pulled a lock of hair from either side to help frame her face. "There you are miss."

Penelope smiled at the other girl. "Thank you, Rielle. Would you please ask Thomas to get Dalia ready for me?"

"Of course, my lady." When the door clicked shut behind Rielle, Penelope crossed to her loose floorboard and pulled out her column. She hesitated slightly. She worried she was damning Anthony's chance of finding a wife, but if she didn't write about the dances, it would be too suspicious. And suspicions were dangerous. She tucked the column in her bodice turning on her heel heading toward the stables.

Both Rielle and Thomas were there, her maid ready with a crème cloak to go over her dress. She also had Penelope's riding boots and gloves, which she quickly pulled on. With Thomas' help, she mounted Dalia. "Thank you both." She clicked at Dalia, urging the horse into a trot. She casually made her way towards the meadow, she had left a little early, so she wasn't pressed for time.

As she rode a young man materialized beside her. "Good Morning Miss Featherington."

She startled at his voice, too lost in her thoughts to notice his arrival. "Good Morning. I'm sorry I don't know your name."

He gave her a smile. "George Bannon."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Bannon." She didn't understand why he was bothering her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

He had nice blue eyes and light brown hair. "Not particularly no, I just noticed you at last night's ball. You are a wonderful dancer."

Penelope quirked an eyebrow. "Thank you, you are too kind."

"I did not mean to disturb you, I just wanted to introduce myself. Perhaps we can share a dance at the next ball?"

Even though she had just met him, she knew she wasn't really able to refuse his request. Not only were there other members of the ton around watching them, she could feel their stares, but also, he was being perfectly pleasant. To refuse him would label her as rude. "I'd be delighted, Mr. Bannon."

George brought his horse to halt, prompting her to do the same. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miss Featherington." He held out his hand, a silent invitation for her to place hers in his so he could kiss her hand.

Before she could decide what to do, George's horse startled shifting off to the side. Anthony riding Spartan slid between Penelope and the other gentleman, a rather odd look on his face. "Good Morning Pen." He turned his gaze on George. "Bannon."

George, having settled his horse, shifted slightly under Anthony's gaze. "Lord Bridgerton."

Anthony stared at him another moment longer before looking back at the redhead. "Is he bothering you Pen?"

Penelope titled in her head in question. "No Anthony, it's fine. He was just introducing himself."

The viscount hmmed before shooting a glare to the other man. "How thoughtful of him." George didn't say anything or hold Anthony's gaze. "Apologies Bannon, but Penelope and I have an appointment to meet my sister and brother-in-law. You'll have to finish your conversation later."

Knowing a dismissal when he heard it, George turned his horse around, tipping his head at Penelope. "Good day Miss Featherington." He gave Anthony a quick glance. "Lord Bridgerton."

As he rode away, Penelope studied the expression on Anthony's face. He looked almost…possessive. "Come on Pen, let's go." He nudged Spartan into action, her following his lead with Dalia.

She waited until they had diverted from the path before asking, "Do you mind me asking what that was?"

Anthony shrugged nonchalantly. "I know Bannon, he's kind of an ass."

"He seemed nice enough."

He laughed hollowly. "Well of course he did, he was trying to impress you."

Penelope bit her lip trying to understand his behavior. "And that's a bad thing?"

Anthony met her eyes as they entered the meadow. "You can do better." She furrowed her brow. He was acting weird. She didn't have a line of suitors breaking down her door, so who exactly was better she didn't know. Deciding to just let it go, Anthony knew the gentlemen of the ton better than she did, Penelope allowed him to help her down and go lead Dalia over to where Spartan was. She pulled the column from her bodice while he was distracted. When he came back to her, that easy smile of his was back in place. "Did you have nice time last night?"

"I did. However, I think you might've pushed your luck with the two dances. I'm sure you've heard the whispers."

He had. He had been informed by his mother that morning that her ambitious mama friends were spreading through their circles that while Anthony had been looking for a wife, he seemed to have already made his choice, but that it was an odd one. "I'm not concerned."

Penelope scoffed lightly. "You should be. You're linked to me now, just like I said you would be."

"I don't see that as a bad thing. After speaking with Eloise and mother last night, I realized that I was trying to move this too fast. Dancing with random ladies isn't going to help me find a wife."

She wasn't sure she agreed but she was interested to see where this was going. "And what will?"

He grinned at her. "Daphne and Simon came together naturally, so did my parents. I will wait for something to happen naturally as well."

"You want something naturally to happen? During a London season?" He nodded. "That's going to be hard to come by."

He smirked at her. "Maybe. We'll see." His eyes glanced down to where she held her column. "Is that the next issue?"

She nodded and handed it out to him. "I used your intel. You'll have to tell me what you think."

"How about a stroll around the meadow while I read?" Anthony offered her his arm with a bright grin. She laughed but took his arm pulling herself into his side as they set a leisurely pace. She felt at peace here with him. She truly couldn't figure out how she had never realized before now how good of a friend the eldest Bridgerton would make. He chuckled. "The handsome Bridgerton heir huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know you're good looking. Don't even pretend that's news to you."

"It's news that Lady Whistledown thinks so."

Penelope laughed knocking into him slightly. "Just finish reading." She watched him as he read. He was a very expressive reader. She could tell when he got to the part about Lord Harris and when she mentioned wishing to be a fly on the wall.

She also could tell when he got the part about pity dances. He looked at her astonished. "Pen, we did not dance with you out of pity! Why would you write that?"

"It's what everything thinks! Wallflowers don't just suddenly earn a Bridgerton's or a duke's attention."

He stopped them. "Why are you so hard on yourself? Do you truly not see how amazing you are?"

She dropped his arm walking away a little. "I don't fit into the world I was born into Anthony! I admit, I'm ahead of my time, but that doesn't help me. I'm too big, too opinionated, too different. And I've heard it all my life. When you're told something enough, it's hard to convince yourself it's not true."

Anthony clenched his fist, feeling an anger flash through him. "This is about your mother, isn't it?"

Penelope wiped away the traitorous tear that escaped. "I never understood how my own mother could hurt me the way she does. She doesn't even try to hide that she loves me less, that I disappoint her. I was able to become Lady Whistledown because she pays me no mind. And my sisters are no better, they just follow her lead."

Anthony crossed to her, catching another tear with his thumb. "Don't listen to them. Listen to Eloise, who thinks of you as a sister. Listen to my mother, who has always treated you as one of her own. Listen to Colin, he cherishes his friendship with you, holds no one in higher esteem." He smiled softly at her. "Listen to me. Right here in this moment."

Penelope took a deep breath, shaking her head in amazement. "See what I mean?"

Anthony looked confused. "See what?"

She reached up on her toes to hug him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He instantly closed his arms around her waist. "You truly accept me as I am. You'd never ask me to change."

Her words from the ball last night came to him. He held her a little tighter. "Does that mean I'm officially your best friend?"

She pulled back so she could look into his eyes. "Depends. Am I yours?"

"Absolutely."

Notes:

With Thanksgiving on Thursday, I have family coming into town tomorrow so I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a chapter out tomorrow, but I'm going to try.

Chapter 6: The Other Man

Summary:

Penelope has a visitor and a new side of Anthony emerges.

Notes:

Hello hello! I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday.

Here is the next chapter and this is where the drama starts to heat up.

Chapter Text

Penelope and Rielle were at the market, picking up a few things they were getting low on. Rielle wanted to get new scented oils for Penelope's hair, while the redhead needed a new quill and more ink. She had always appreciated that her maid was a girl closer in age, Rielle was a few years older than Penelope, but not too many. Most young ladies had a maid upwards of 10 years their senior, the idea was that the lady's maid could make an adequate chaperone to the young lady. Of course, when hiring lady's maids for her daughters, Lady Featherington didn't put as much thought into the one for Penelope. This was one of those times where her mother's indifference towards her worked in her favor.

With all of their shopping done, the two young women made their way back to the Featherington house. As they drew closer, Penelope and Rielle noticed the unfamiliar carriage parked out front. While she didn't normally try to sink to her sisters' level and talk badly of them, Penelope had to wonder if the carriage meant a suitor was here for Prudence. That would be a shock. With Phillipa betrothed it wouldn't be for her, and that wasn't Mr. Finch's carriage. She looked to Rielle questioningly, but her maid was just as confused as her miss was. "Let's go find out who it is, shall we?" She walked ahead of Penelope, opening the door for her.

Once they had entered the foyer, Portia came hurrying out of the drawing room, a far too wide smile on her face. "Penelope darling there you are!"

Penelope looked at her mother as though she had three heads. "Mama, are you feeling alright?"

Lady Featherington laughed airily, linking arms with her daughter steering her towards the drawing room. "Why of course dear, you are so silly. Come, come you have a visitor." At her mother's insistent grasp upon her arm, Penelope had no choice but to follow. As they entered the room, she saw George Bannon stand up from one of the chairs by the window with a bouquet in his hands. "Penelope sweetheart, Mr. Bannon has come to see you." She pushed her daughter lightly in the back, urging her to walk toward him.

"Good morning Mr. Bannon."

He gave her a smile. "Good morning, Miss Featherington." He extended the bouquet to her. "These are for you." It was a collection of pink and white roses, a rather common bouquet choice, but she appreciated the gesture all the same. "I hope you like them."

She smiled politely as she accepted the flowers. "They are beautiful, thank you." She bought them closer to inhale their scent. Roses were pretty and smelled nice, but she had always preferred the rarer variety of flowers.

Portia hurried over with her hands outstretched. "I'll go put these in water for you." Penelope passed her mother the bouquet, it was strange to have her mother paying so much attention to her. "Penelope do offer Mr. Bannon a seat." She looked over to her two other daughters. "Prudence, Phillipa, move from the sofa. Go work on your needlework by the window." Grumbling, the two older girls did as they were told, slumping gloomily in the two armchairs.

Portia gave her youngest a meaningful look before exiting the room to hand off Penelope's flowers to Rielle, telling her to find a vase. Penelope wasn't entirely sure of what to do, she had never had a gentleman caller before. She gestured to the sofa with a smile, "Please have a seat Mr. Bannon." He nodded at her gratefully before walking over and taking a seat on one end, she followed and claimed the other one. "I do apologize I was not here when you arrived. My maid and I had a few things to get from the market."

He furrowed his brow. "Why not just send your maid to collect your things?"

Penelope frowned slightly. "Well, I enjoy going to the market. I like walking amongst the stalls and seeing everything, the bustle of it all. Plus, sometimes while there, I will see something that intrigues me, and I wouldn't have known about it if I just sent my maid."

Mr. Bannon was quiet for a moment. "Hmm, that is different." He gave her a small smile. "Miss Featherington, before we go any further, I was wondering what your relationship with Viscount Bridgerton is?"

The mention of Anthony had her mind reeling back to their talk in the meadow yesterday, 'I know Bannon…Well of course he did, he was trying to impress you…You can do better' Penelope gave her guest a slightly cold look. "That is too forward of you, sir. Nor is it your business."

Mr. Bannon appraised her with surprised expression. "I did not mention to offend you Miss Featherington, but if you are already spoken for, I would like to know."

Penelope wasn't too sure what to make of this. She knew Anthony had said if he danced with her, she might receive attention from the other gentlemen of the ton and here one was. But she also trusted Anthony's judgement and he didn't seem to think much of George Bannon. "Lord Bridgerton is a dear friend of mine. I am close with the entire Bridgerton family."

"So, he is not courting you?"

The look in his eyes made her slightly uncomfortable. "No, he is not."

At her answer, the look vanished and was replaced the same warmth he had yesterday when he introduced himself. "Wonderful, just wanting to make sure I'm not stepping on anyone's toes." He leaned back into the sofa's cushions. "Tell me about yourself Miss Featherington."

She hesitated. George Bannon seemed a perfectly nice man, he had done everything properly. He introduced himself, came to call, brought flowers, and was now asking her about herself. She was the sole recipient of his attention. But she knew Anthony wouldn't like it. It's just one conversation. "Well, just a fair warning I'm not quite like the other ladies of the ton. As you already remarked, my enjoyment of the market is different."

He laughed a little. "That I did. However, I happen to like different." She smiled at him, proceeding to let him know a few things about her. She explained her love of books and how before Dalia she was terrified to ride a horse. He told her in kind how he helped with his father's business and that he had a younger brother who just finished his schooling. It was a perfectly pleasant conversation, he never pushed her boundaries or asked her anything untoward. While she listened to him talk about his own trials with horseback riding as a child, she couldn't help but feel like she was betraying Anthony just a little bit.

After Mr. Bannon left, Penelope paced the length of her room. She had this awful nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Rielle watched from where she was putting away Penelope's freshly laundered things. She needed to tell Anthony about George Bannon's visit. Plenty of people saw him enter and leave their house, Lady Whistledown would have to write about it, and she couldn't exactly lie and say he was here to see Prudence. No one would believe her, members of the ton had also seen him introduce himself to her yesterday. It would cause Lady Whistledown to lose credibility. It was better Anthony heard it from her now rather than being blindsided when he read her next column. "Rielle, I'm going over to Bridgerton House for a bit."

"Let me escort you over." Penelope knew why all of sudden Rielle wanted to accompany her. Now that she had a had a gentleman come by to speak with her, she'd be watched much closer. Even though the Bridgertons lived right across the street, it didn't matter now.

The pair headed downstairs, Penelope stopping in the drawing room. "Mama, I'm going to see Eloise. Tell her about Mr. Bannon." She had no intention of doing so, but she knew the excuse would ensure her mother let her go.

Portia smiled brightly. "Of course, dear. Do share your good news." Now that Penelope had a potential suitor, her mother all of sudden was more attentive.

"Thank you, Mama." She exited the room heading for the door with Rielle in tow. They quickly crossed the street, Penelope knocking on the door. "I'll be here for a little while, if you'll come by and get me in a couple of hours?" Her maid nodded and waited until door opened and Penelope entered Bridgerton House before she went back across the street.

As per usual, the doorman gave her a warm smile as she entered and was instructed that the family was in the drawing room again, apparently another dance lesson in progress. She went to head in that direction, but a noise to her right caught her attention. The door to Anthony's study was ajar, she walked toward it slowly pushing it open further.

She saw Anthony sitting behind his desk, papers scattered all around, him muttering slightly to himself as he twirled a quill in his hand. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbow and the first few buttons undone. Penelope leaned against the doorframe, watching with a little grin as he ran a hand through his hair, musing it. He cross-referenced some kind of information across his papers, then rifled through one of his desk drawers to find a ledger. Even though she knew he was only working, and probably a little stressed, it was cute picture he made. Deciding to take advantage of no one knowing she was here but the doorman, she knocked lightly on his door.

Anthony lifted his head at the noise, a wonderful smile appearing on his face at the sight of her. "Pen, come in." She gave him a dazzling smile as she slipped through the door and closed it shut behind her. She knew she should leave it open or at least ajar, but she ignored that. This was Anthony. "I didn't think I'd see you today."

She made her way to him, coming up behind his chair looking over his shoulder at the papers he was holding. "What are you working on?"

"Just estate things. Lots of numbers." He dropped the papers standing from his chair. "Your arrival makes this a perfect time for me to take a break." He swept his gaze across her. She was dressed in a dark green long-sleeved dress, the cuffs of the sleeves and hem of the skirt made of lace. The waistline hit a little under her bust, embellished with a belt made of the same fabric and color of the dress, that she had tied in a simple bow off to the left. Her hair was free, it cascading down her back in loose, soft curls. "You look beautiful."

She preened a little under his praise, but quickly reminded herself of why she was here. "Thank you."

He noticed the apprehension on her face. "Are you alright?"

She shot him a nervous smile. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay. Do you want to sit?"

Penelope shook her head. "No, I should probably stay standing."

Anthony leaned against his desk, crossing his arms. "Pen, how bad could it be? Is it something with Lady Whistledown?"

Oh, how I wish that were the case. "No." She took in a deep breath. "Do you remember the gentleman from yesterday?"

"Bannon?" She nodded. "What about him?"

Penelope wrung her hands together. "Well, he came to call on me today."

Anthony's expression hardened. "He did?"

"Yes. I wasn't actually there when he arrived, Rielle and I went to the market. So, he waited."

"How long?"

She could see the tension in his body slowly taking hold. "I'm not sure, Mama didn't say." She waited a moment to see if he would comment on that, but he stayed quiet. "He brought a bouquet of pink and white roses – "

Anthony's snort of laughter cut her off. "Sorry, but that was the best he could do?"

"It is a rather common bouquet."

The viscount chuckled, but it had an edge to it. "Yes, it is, because you can use it for anything. I mean pink and white roses? What is he trying to tell you exactly, that he thinks your sweet and innocent?" Pink roses did usually symbolize sweetness and femininity while white roses were most associated with innocence and purity. "Not exactly a romantic message. I could the same say thing about Hy."

Penelope sighed tossing her hands up slightly. "Maybe he doesn't know what they mean. He might've just asked for what was popular."

"That's even worse!"

She made a noise of frustration. "Okay it's not about the flowers Anthony!" She walked to stand in front of him. "I just wanted to let you know because I'm going to have to write about this. Plenty of people saw his carriage in front of my house, along with him entering and exiting. And no one will believe Lady Whistledown if she says he was there for Prudence. Not after he made the point to introduce himself to me yesterday in front of everyone."

Anthony pushed off his desk to go pour himself a glass of whiskey. "I apologize, I know it's rude, but I feel like I'm going to need this." He poured the drink and took a sip before continuing. "Did you entertain his call?"

"I didn't have much of a choice, my mother let him in when I was not home and then she was very pointed about him staying."

"What did he want to talk about?"

It was clear through his tone that Anthony was not pleased by her news. Not that she expected him to be. "Just the usual, general questions. However…"

Anthony took another drink. "What?"

She met his eyes. "He asked if you were courting me. If I was already spoken for."

He slowly crossed over to her. "What did you tell him?"

Penelope felt her heart speed up a little, he was so close. And that look from yesterday was back. "Well, I said no you're not courting me, because you aren't."

He nodded slowly then knocked back the rest of the whiskey. "Right." He clunked the glass down heavily on his desk. "Good for you." He gave her a fleeting smile before walking back around to sit down, pulling his papers back towards him. The redhead sighed following him behind the desk, snatching the papers from his hand. "I was reading those."

"Anthony, I know you don't like him, and I trust your judgement."

He laughed harshly. "Clearly not as you had a conversation with him."

"I told you I didn't have a choice!"

The viscount stood up once more, her taking a few steps back. "You always have a choice, Pen! Are you seriously worried by saying no you could make your relationship worse with your mother?"

Penelope felt a lick of anger flare up her spine. "No of course not, but that doesn't change the fact that she's still my mother and with my father gone its her word! I don't have a big brother to make those decisions for me, to interfere on my behalf!"

Anthony groaned. "Pen, what do you think I'm doing?"

She placed a hand on his cheek, "Anthony yes, you're my best friend but you don't have any control over callers, that's still my mother's decision. Besides, wasn't this what had wanted to happen? The whole you, Ben, and Simon dancing with me could influence other gentlemen to notice me?"

He wished he had never said that. "Gentlemen yes, Bannon no."

"What do you know about him that is so terrible?"

He shook his head. "It's not appropriate to discuss with a lady. It was men speaking to other men…colorful language was used."

"So de-color it."

Anthony sighed heavily, offering her his hand. She took it and let him lead her to the sofa. "Let's just say he's not a patient man. I've never heard that he has forced himself on a woman, but he does take liberties." Penelope thought back the uncomfortableness she felt at the look in Mr. Bannon's eyes when he learned Anthony wasn't courting her. "I don't want you in that kind of position."

"Maybe it's different this time. I mean, he's never noticed me before. Surely if this was about physical attraction solely, he wouldn't have needed you to dance with me first."

He ran his thumb along the back of her hand that he was still holding. "Men want what other men have, Pen."

She looked confused. "I told him you weren't courting me though."

"It doesn't matter. In his eyes, I have you."

Penelope gave him a pretty smile. "Well, you do in a way."

Anthony laughed, and this time it was the same warm laugh she had come to know. He leaned forward to press his lips to her temple. As he did, he the smell of cherry blossoms enveloped him. He made a noise of appreciation, moving his head down to nuzzle her neck. "You smell divine."

She shivered, his voice had taken on a rough edge. Her thoughts went fuzzy, subconsciously leaning her head to the side to give him better access. "It's the…scented oils. For my hair."

She suddenly felt him stiffen then reel back from her. He looked surprised at his own lack of control. "Sorry about that."

Penelope sent him a shy smile. "It's okay."

A bit of an awkward silence overtook the pair. Anthony cleared his throat. "So, are you interested in Bannon?" He tried his best to keep his tone light, but he wasn't entirely sure he succeeded.

The redhead fiddled with the ends of her hair. "I trust you and what you think. But I don't have a lot options. He asked me to save him a dance at the next ball."

Anthony shifted in his seat, trying to tamper down the urge to go find George Bannon and possibly maim him just enough to where he wasn't permanently injured, just unable to walk for a few days. "Oh, did he?"

"He mentioned it when he introduced himself yesterday too."

"Do you want to dance with him?"

Penelope sighed shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know Anthony." She looked down her hair tumbling over her shoulders and into her face. "Having a gentleman caller, potential suitor and my mother suddenly watching me like a hawk, it's all new to me."

Anthony took a breath to calm himself. He hated how much he wanted her to say no. He was supposed to be her friend, her best friend, and he wanted her to turn down a potential match. Granted, he did know Penelope could do better and he did worry about Bannon's reputation, it was one that had been proven true. "Give him a dance if you want, it's your choice. I have just one request." He reached out to tip her chin up and tucked the hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. He wanted to be able to look into her blue eyes. "He can a have a dance, just not the waltz. That one is mine."

Anthony was sitting in the drawing room with his family, Fran playing the piano in the background, Gregory and Hyacinth enjoying the snacks that came with afternoon tea. It had been two days since Penelope told him about Bannon. Apparently, he had called her again these past two days. Her mother was keeping her captive in the house, so she had only been able to tell him through letters.

"Eloise, what do you think of this one?" Violet held out a blue fabric to her daughter, who barely looked up from her book.

"I'm sure it is wonderful, you have excellent taste." He chuckled at his sister's blatant disinterest. While Daphne may have convinced their mother to let Eloise be, Violet still wanted her daughter to at least pretend to be interested in what kind of gown she would be wearing for the ball tomorrow night.

Lady Bridgerton sighed but told Madame Delacroix that she would go with the blue fabric currently in her hands. "Dearest, I would appreciate your input on your wardrobe. And not because I am trying to as you so eloquently put it, have you look like a trussed-up calf ready for auction." Anthony and Eloise shared an amused look. "How a woman dresses or has her hair and makeup prepared is as much for ourselves as it is for gentlemen. As we attend the events throughout the season, I want you to truly feel your most beautiful, and not for anyone but yourself. "

Anthony grinned at his sister. "I think she's got you there El." He shifted his gaze to his mother. "That answer really was very good."

"Why thank you darling."

Eloise lightly glared at her brother. "Yes, thank you Anthony."

"Anything to help you, sister." Eloise made a face at her brother, but that only made him laugh. He looked toward the door where Benedict was trying and apparently failing at wooing Madame Delacroix. He knew they had dallied in the past, but if his brother's face was any indication, he was being rejected. "Brother." Benedict turned from watching the madame leave, heading over to join Anthony at the table. "Are you and the modiste still…" He glanced over to where his mother and Eloise sat, "fixing a stitch?"

"Apparently not. Have you found a wife yet? What with your whole 'It'll happen naturally' plan."

Anthony regarded his normally relaxed brother with a quirked eyebrow. "Clearly I've hit a nerve."

Ben sighed. "Sorry I just…I didn't get the reaction I hoped for."

The viscount took a drink of his tea, studying his brother's crestfallen expression. "Do you fancy yourself in love with her?"

"What? No!" Benedict dropped his sketch pad on the table. "I merely enjoyed her company."

Anthony smirked. "Among other things."

Benedict decided to tease his brother back. "It's the same as your friendship with Penelope. As you said you enjoy talking with her, having her around."

Anthony chuckled, "Yes but you see the difference is I haven't had sex with Pen." A thought of fiery red hair splayed across his pillows flashed across his mind.

Ben noticed the quick expression of desire that graced his brother's features. "You've thought about it though." He laughed as his brother merely glared at him in response.

Anthony stood up removing himself from Benedict's amused gaze. "I have to go deal with our solicitor." As he headed out, Violet got up and followed her son.

"Anthony dear." She slid her hand into the crook of his arm. "In regard to your search for a wife, I know you said you want it to develop naturally, and I am perfectly okay with that. That is how you know it will be love. But I was wondering what are you looking for exactly? Perfection?" She wanted to probe her son on this matter after seeing him dance and interact with Penelope. Clearly, he didn't understand how his behavior with the redhead looked. She wanted to see if what he said matched the kind of young woman Penelope was.

He sighed trying to think of the best way to explain his thoughts. "I mean yes and no. The woman I marry will be the next Viscountess Bridgerton. She will be responsible for helping launch my sisters, be the lady of this house, and bear my children. I want them to be raised by someone who can teach them to be more and expect more than what society says is enough. I want their mother to teach my daughters that they can be more than just a pretty face with beautiful manners or accomplished needlework. I want my sons to know they can wait for that right woman, that duty maybe isn't always most important." This was something he himself had just learned. "I want my wife to be able to teach my children everything, the same way you taught us." Violet smiled warmly at her first born, he had found this woman already he just couldn't see it. "I want to set an example for my children that life is about more than just what duty and society says it is. What better way to show them that than to tell them the story of their mother and I."

She reached out to cup her son's cheek. "I think the right woman for you is closer than you realize."

The following evening was that of the next ball and Penelope was a wreck. Her mother had been jabbering at her all day and she found herself longing for the days where she was invisible to her mother. She currently was attempting to hide from Portia by hiding behind one of the large pillars in the ballroom. The queen was hosting this ball, thankfully having debuted last year she was not required to go be presented to the queen tonight. Luckily, she had been able to acquire a ballgown of her choosing to wear for this ball, this one a dark navy blue. The darker color would make it harder for her mother to spot her. The dress was made of chiffon, it had a slight sparkle to it all over with a diamond and pearl band highlighting the waist. Light, flowy sleeves fell to a little above her elbow. Rielle had taken locks of her hair on either side just above her ears and braided them. She then took each braid, extending them across the back of Penelope's head to the opposite side then tucked in the end of the braids pinning them in place. The rest of Penelope's hair fell in volumized spirals.

As Penelope peeked around the pillar to ensure her mother had wandered off, someone tapped her on the shoulder pulling a slight shriek from her.

Mr. Bannon stood there with a guilty smile on her face. "I sincerely apologize Miss Featherington, I did not mean to startle you."

She had a hand placed over her racing heart. "That's okay, just don't do that ever again."

"Duly noted." He gestured to her dress. "You look wonderful tonight."

After speaking with Anthony and now knowing what she did, she couldn't help but look at the man in front of her somewhat differently. "Oh, thank you."

They remained quiet for minute, the buzz of chatter around them the only sound. Mr. Bannon made to reach for her dance card. "May I?"

She hesitated before nodding, watching carefully to see which dance he selected. He seemed to be going for the waltz, so she quickly said, "The quadrille is my favorite." He glanced up at her. "In case you were wondering." He smiled at her moving back up to sign his name to the quadrille.

"I look forward to our dance Miss Featherington."

After he walked away, she only had a minute or so to herself before she was captured by Eloise. "Hi El."

"Oh God Pen, how did you do this yourself last season? It's dangerous just to walk across the room. The amount of men trying to grab at this ridiculous dance card."

Penelope gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "I'm truly sorry to tell you this El but it never gets any better. I however am spared from your quandary, without holding the same popularity as you do my nights are far less crowded."

Eloise spied her friend's dance card. "Well, it seems one George Bannon at the very least has accosted you about a dance." She looked to her left and saw another young man trying to make his way to her. "Good Lord, come on Pen." She dragged the redhead with her away from the advancing gentleman.

Eloise steered them toward the protection of her brothers. At the sight of Anthony and Benedict, the young gentlemen did seem less inclined to come up and ask for a dance. "Oh, the two of you are wonderful!" She gave both her brothers tight hugs, all while Anthony and Ben were confused by their sister's compliment.

Penelope giggled at the interaction. "She is avoiding the many young gentlemen of the ton that are dying to sign her dance card."

Benedict nodded. "Ah, yes I can see her doing that." He looked to his sister. "Come on El, let's go dance. By me moving you across the floor it should help the young lads back off some more."

While the two siblings took to the floor, Anthony turned to look at her. "You are stunning this evening."

Internally she compared his compliment to Mr. Bannon's. Anthony won easily. "You look rather dashing yourself."

He gave her a wink then nodded at her wrist. "Did he claim a dance?"

"Yes, the quadrille. He tried for the waltz."

Anthony wasn't surprised Bannon tried, some of those liberties he had taken with other young women were during a waltz. Without saying anything, Anthony took her dance card in hand and signed his name on the line for the waltz with a flourish. "Now he can't try again." The quadrille was the next dance slated to play. While the quadrille was a relatively safe dance, he still vowed that he would be watching very closely the entire time. "Be careful Pen, I want to believe that he is not that same man anymore. But I also know a leopard can't change its spots."

Penelope rested a hand on his arm. "I'll be fine."

"If you start to feel uncomfortable – "

"I'll call for you. Promise."

Someone clearing their throat rang out. The two friends turned to see Bannon standing there with a polite smile on his face. "Good evening, Lord Bridgerton. If you'll excuse us, Miss Featherington has promised me this dance." He offered his arm to Penelope. It took everything in Anthony not to grab hold and wrench it behind the other man's back.

Instead, he mimicked Bannon's polite smile. "Of course." He then looked to Penelope whose eyes were bouncing back and forth between the two men. The viscount leaned in and softly pressed his lips to her cheek then whispered to her, "I'll be watching."

With a quick nod to him, Penelope took Bannon's arm and followed him to the dance floor. Anthony grabbed a drink from a passing tray and downed it in one go.

The quadrille began, Pen and Bannon moving through the steps in time with the other couples. Everything was going well, and Penelope even began to find herself having fun. During a time where they turned together, he began to laugh lowly. "You know what is funny Miss Featherington?"

His eyes bore into hers. "What?"

"Cressida said you'd be easy. I just didn't realize how easy."

Penelope felt the blood drain from her face. His words caused her to stumble, but he tightened his hold on her still forcing her feet to move. "Cressida? What?"

He grinned, but it had lost its charm. "My father, a real treat he is, has threatened to disinherit me and pass my birthright onto my younger brother if I do not marry soon. Cressida is an old friend and she told me all about you, about how desperately sad you are. No suitors for little Penelope Featherington. It was the perfect plan. Court you, wed you, then go get myself a mistress." His lips had twisted into a malicious grin. She tried to jerk free of his hold, but it was too strong. "I'll admit, when I introduced myself to you that day, I thought she was being perhaps a little harsh. You didn't seem as tragic as she described. But then that day at your house, your mother was almost manic when I said I was there for you. I realized in that moment, between your lack of options and your pushy mother, I would probably only need to court you for two weeks before you'd accept my proposal."

"Why are telling me this? Clearly, I won't be accepting anything from you." She attempted to free herself again but to no avail. Bannon dropped her hand to instead grip her wrist tightly. "Let go you're hurting me."

Bannon laughed cruelly ignoring her words. "I've had a new thought. You said Bridgerton wasn't courting you, and I fully believe that. Why would a viscount court a woman like you? But clearly, he has done…something…to you. He is far too familiar even for a dear friend." His tone was full of mocking, throwing her own words back at her. "Tell me Penelope, are you a wanton kind of woman?" His eyes took on that gleam from the first day he called on her that made her uncomfortable. Except now it was far worse.

Anthony was craning his head to try and keep track of Bannon and Penelope. The quadrille was almost a never-ending source of movement. Especially this one that had a gallopade added to it. He spied her red hair and had just seen her panicked eyes when he heard "Anthony!!!"

Chapter 7: Aftermath

Summary:

Anthony runs to Penelope and a familiar face returns.

Notes:

So...this chapter is a little angsty not going to lie, so fair warning.

Also, very small trigger warning here for assault. Nothing is mentioned, nothing even happens. The word is not used, just a very early on thwarted attempt is alluded to. The content is so vague and scarce in mention that it might not need a warning, however personally I wanted to be upfront about it anyway because everyone's experience and/or thought on it is different and the smallest thing can sometimes be a trigger.

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Anthony dropped the glass he was holding before full-on sprinting in the direction Penelope's voice had come from. He weaved his way between other people, everyone staring towards the dance floor. He blew by Benedict and Eloise who too were frantically rushing towards the redhead. Once he hit the edge of the dance floor, he was forced to slow down due to the mass of people in front of him. "Move!" His voice thundered through the crowd, causing them to part as quickly as possible.

Bannon leered down at Penelope, his grip impossibly tight as he began tugging her backward. "I know you are probably confused as to why I didn't just continue my plan. It's simple really. If I married you, Bridgerton's leftovers, my father would not be impressed. But now knowing you've let Bridgerton have a turn, that means we can have some fun in the meantime." He used the confusion of the crowd to pull her off the dance floor.

Penelope felt the panic starting to bubble up within her as Bannon tried to lead her down a corridor, but she refused to just lay down and die. She might be a gently bred lady, but it didn't take a genius to figure out he was insinuating Anthony had compromised her, taken her virtue. She knew what Bannon was planning to do. "Penelope!" Anthony's voice carried to her, he was coming for her, she had to get free somehow.

She brought her foot up to drive the heel of her shoe into his shin. Bannon grunted in pain, his grip on her loosening some. With her free hand, she was able to peel his arm from her waist, but he still had hold of her wrist. "Let go of me!" She pulled with all her might, but Bannon was starting to get back to his feet.

"Hey jackass!" A fist connected with Bannon's face, driving him to the floor. Penelope pulled her arm to her chest, her wrist throbbing.

"Pen!" Anthony's face came into view. "Are you okay?" He assessed her head to toe looking for signs of injury. When he saw her cradling her wrist, he gently lifted her hand. A purpling imprint of a hand marred her porcelain skin. "I'm going to murder him."

"Pen, are you alright?"

Both Anthony and Penelope turned at this new voice. Penelope gasped in shock. "Colin?"

The viscount was rather surprised as well. "Brother."

Colin Bridgerton stood there, shaking his hand slightly. "I always forget how much it hurts to punch a person. But in this case," he looked to where Bannon was still on the ground cradling his jaw, "the pain is well worth it."

Anthony looked between his younger brother and soon to be murder victim. "You've been home 30 seconds and you already punched someone?"

Colin shrugged. "I mean, weren't you going to do that?"

"Yes, I had it handled."

"I just beat you to it."

Benedict and Eloise had finally made it to front of the crowd. Eloise made instantly for Penelope. She tried to get her friend to leave with her, but the redhead clung tightly to Anthony's jacket. Benedict meanwhile came to stand next to his elder brother. "Colin? When did you get back?"

"About 10 minutes ago, I thought I'd surprise everyone."

"Hey." Everyone focused back on Bannon after momentarily forgetting he still needed to be dealt with. Bannon spit into his handkerchief as he stumbled his way upright. "Oh, I see how it is." His eyes trailed across Colin, to Ben, then Anthony who still held Penelope to him protectively. "Do you all three of you get a turn?" He cackled hoarsely. "Is that what our dear viscount knows about the young redhead the rest of do not? You Bridgertons really do share everything don't you?"

Anthony saw red. "Pen, go to Colin." He put his hand over hers, trying to pry her off but she clung tighter. "Colin, come stay with her."

His brother did as asked. Colin reached the pair, coaxing Penelope to let go of Anthony pulling her into his chest.

Bannon's smirk fell from his face. He attempted to turn and run but Anthony hauled him back, a hand around Bannon's throat. "I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to break every bone in your body." Anthony slammed Bannon against the wall, the other man's head hitting the stone with a sickening thud. "Tell you what, you can pick what I break first."

Benedict moved forward, pulling Anthony back. "Ant, not here. Not now."

Anthony stared daggers into Bannon. "I suggest you run while he's holding me back. Because I once get ahold of you, your legs won't be working anymore."

"That is enough!" Queen Charlotte had risen from her seat. "This is a ball, and I am still yet to name my diamond. If you cannot control your baser urges, then you may leave." She herself turned to George Bannon. "As for you," She motioned with her hand and two guards took up either side of the disheveled man. "How dare you? How dare you attack and further try to assault one of my people? Get out of my palace and if I were you, I would leave London as well. It seems to remain would be disastrous to your health."

George Bannon was marched out of ballroom, but not before he blew a kiss to Penelope. She shuddered in disgust. Colin pulled her in tighter, trying to block her from everything. The whispers were already running rampant. "Anthony." He looked over to her. "Take me home."

"Okay." He took Penelope back into his arms then caught his brothers' eyes, nodding towards the exit. Wordlessly, Benedict with Eloise on his arm and Colin flanked either side of Anthony as he ushered Penelope away from the giggles and stares of the ton.

As they reached the exit, Violet came hurrying up to them concern etched on her face. They made it out the door into the night air before Portia Featherington also made an appearance, but rather than concerned for her daughter she looked exasperated. "Penelope what have you done?"

Anthony screeched to a halt, his furious gaze settled square on Lady Featherington. "Are you insane? Your daughter was just almost assaulted, and you think it's her fault?"

"Oh, not just hers but you and your brothers as well!"

Violet marched up the other woman, her face made of stone. "Do not blame my sons for something they did not do."

Portia scoffed loudly. "You'd say anything to protect your sons. So, what am I to do with her? She's damaged goods I can't marry her off now."

Penelope had enough. She pulled away from Anthony and advanced on her mother. "Just stop it God damnit! I am not compromised. Anthony never touched me, nor did Ben or Colin. Bannon read into something that wasn't there and made an assumption about me. He almost ruined me, and in the worst possible way. Do you not understand that? Do you not care?"

Portia stared dumbfounded at her youngest daughter, shocked that Penelope would scream at her the way she just had. Violet came over and wrapped Penelope in a hug. The poor girl was so starved for motherly affection she clung to Violet and the tears finally started. "Penelope you'll be coming home with us tonight. You may stay as long as you want my darling." With Eloise's help, they ushered Penelope into the carriage. Anthony, Ben and Colin didn't even spare Portia Featherington a glance as they got into their own carriage, headed home.

As the gentlemen's carriage rumbled down the road, Colin fixed his brothers with a look. "Okay, clearly, I've missed a lot while I've been gone. Who wants to fill me in?"

Anthony took a deep breath. "Penelope and I…we have forged a friendship in your absence." He met the eyes of his younger brother. "I understand why you cherish your friendship with her. Because so do I. She's my best friend."

Colin's eyes widened slightly but he knew how easy it was to let Penelope in, he wasn't that surprised she won his uptight brother over as well. "How does Bannon fit into this?"

Benedict sighed. "We had a plan that clearly backfired. Ant, Simon and I danced with Penelope for a large majority of the evening at the first ball. With our notoriety and influence within the ton, we figured this would help Penelope attract more suitors. Hence Bannon."

Anthony groaned slamming his head into the cushion of the seat. "What have I done? This is entirely my fault."

Benedict put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Anthony, it's not your fault. No one knew Bannon was going to do this."

"Maybe not, but I goaded him."

Colin furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?

Anthony sighed heavily before sitting forward a little on the seat to look his younger brother in the eye. Colin knew Penelope better than anyone. "Col, it was my plan for us to dance with her. She had mentioned with you gone she wouldn't get on the dance floor much. The gentlemen of the ton are blind and don't see her for the amazing girl she is."

Colin smiled at his words, tipping his head in agreement. "No, they don't."

"All I could think about was making her happy and that was to let her dance." Anthony cursed under his breath. "It got Bannon's attention." Penelope hadn't told him what Bannon revealed to her. "I came upon the two of them talking when meeting Penelope to go for a ride." He was silent for a moment. "I wasn't careful enough, I let my familiarity with her show, dismissed him like a he was inconsequential. I'm sure he took note."

Ben fixed his brother with a look. "Ant, we all know Bannon. He's notorious for having wandering hands. You were just protecting her from that kind of man."

Colin caught his brother's gaze. "I would've done the same thing."

"He asked her about me, when he first went to call on her! Clearly my interruption made an impression." He groaned again, mentally kicking himself over and over. "And tonight! Pen and I were talking, me telling her to be careful and to call for me if he made her uncomfortable, when he came over to collect her for the quadrille. And just something about the smugness of his face…" He trailed off feeling guiltier by the minute.

Colin worried about Anthony. His eldest brother was always so self-assured and steady. He never let the family see him burdened or worn down. Or unsure of himself. He was strong for them all. So, to see Anthony fraying at the seams was troublesome. "What happened?"

"I kissed her cheek. Right there in ballroom, in front of him. I kissed her cheek and whispered to her I'd be watching before I let her go." He looked at Colin, his eyes awash with pain. "That's why he thinks I compromised her. He has seen me time and time again show the closeness of our relationship. I know we're in public, I know the rules and there I am just acting like a fucking idiot!"

Benedict and Colin shared a look. Benedict took Anthony by the shoulders. "Anthony, you're fine. Yes, maybe you showed a little too much but the whole ton knows that we all have a soft spot for Penelope. They know our relationships with her go beyond the boundary of society."

Colin too wanted to impress upon his brother that he was not the cause of this. "It's not like you verbally claimed her or kissed her in front of the ton. Nothing you did is something that I myself haven't done before. Pen is a touchy-feely person, and she has an uncanny knack for turning her male friends into much the same!"

Anthony shook his head. "Ben, Col he thought I had comprised her, took her virginity. Which in turn made him think her a loose woman. Therefore, believing he wouldn't be trapped into anything, he felt like he could assault her. That he could-" He couldn't say the word. He felt his eyes burning. "That is on me."

Colin moved to the other seat grabbing his brother in a hug. "What do we have to say to you for you to believe this is not your fault? No matter what relationship you might have with her, no what matter what he might've seen, no matter whether a virtue is intact or not justifies what he tried to do." Colin broke the hug to look into the viscount's eyes. "And brother, she called for you. You make her feel safe. That's why you're one of her best friends." To lighten the mood he said, "However do keep in mind that I have held best friend status with her for many years now, so I do have seniority."

Unable to help himself, Anthony laughed.

As they arrived home, Penelope's tears had subsided and now she just felt tired. Colin helped her from the carriage, wincing at the bruise on her wrist. "Where's Anthony?" Her eyes searched for him. Anthony had leapt from the carriage before it had even fully stopped, going to inform the staff to make up a spare room for her and the need of ice and a poultice for her wrist.

Colin gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry he just went to make sure the staff gets a room ready for you. But I've got you, okay?"

Penelope smiled at her longtime friend, raising up to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed you."

He hugged her back. "I missed you too Pen." He led her inside, keeping her close. He could tell she was shaken by what had happened. He knew he could count on his brothers to help him ensure she felt safe and that they wouldn't let anything happen to her.

As they passed into the entrance hall, Anthony came around the corner, back from speaking with the staff. Once Penelope saw him, she left Colin hurrying up to him. She cinched her arms around his neck, her face tucked into juncture of his neck and shoulder. He hesitated only for a moment before looping one arm around her waist, his other hand at the back of her head. "I'm so sorry Pen. This is my fault."

She shook her head. "No, it's not."

Violet smiled gently at the pair. She had a feeling Penelope wasn't going to want to be away from Anthony for tonight. He was her safety anchor right now. She turned to Eloise. "Sweetheart, please stay in Penelope's room for tonight. She's not going to let him go." Eloise nodded understanding. If she was there, it would help eliminate problems. Yes, they were in the privacy of their own house, but still. "Anthony?"

He looked up to his mother. "I'm sure her room is ready. Go ahead and take her up. I'll send Eloise with the ice and medicine."

He nodded. "Come on Pen." He took her hand, leading her up the stairs. As they reached her room, Penelope instantly pulled him in behind her. "How's your wrist?"

She lifted her hand to show him. The imprint of Bannon's hand was quite plain. "It looks worse than it is."

"It shouldn't be there in the first place." Anthony swore that he would find George Bannon and end him. It didn't matter if he did leave London, Anthony would utilize every resource he had to find him." Benedict should have let me hurt him."

"It wouldn't have changed anything. Anthony, he set this up with Cressida."

Anthony's eyebrows rose. "What?"

Penelope sighed. "Bannon and Cressida are old friends. He needed to marry in order to remain his father's heir. He wanted a quick and easy marriage then he'd go find a mistress to satisfy his needs. And Cressida told him I was an easy target."

His blood began to boil once more. He vowed then and there to destroy Cressida Cowper. He didn't usually try to use his influence or money to crush people, but this time he'd make an exception. Her cruelness had no limit, she had no morals. She hurt Penelope every chance she got. He would stand for this no longer.

Before he could respond, Eloise came into the room carrying a tray with an ice pack, a medicinal herb paste, and bandages. She also had a nightgown and dressing robe draped over her arm. "Okay, I come bearing gifts." She set the tray down on the table. "I'll help you change Pen."

"El, I will be fine." The brunette simply gave her best friend a pointed look, prompting the redhead to follow her behind the dressing screen. Anthony wandered to the other side of the room, he did not normally remain in the room when a woman was changing.

After a few minutes, the two emerged, Penelope now in more comfortable clothing. Eloise had her sit on the bed, pulling the tray toward her, but Anthony placed a hand on his sister's shoulder. "I'll do it."

Eloise smiled, allowing him to take her spot in front of Penelope. He gently reached out for her hand, holding her fingers with his left hand, while his right took the brush dipped into the bowl with the paste and began applying the mixture to her bruise. Thankfully this wasn't one of the times where it smelled terrible, small scents of chamomile and honeysuckle permeated the air. Once the bruise was thoroughly coated, Anthony carefully wound the cloth bandage around her wrist, securing it closed. "How is that?"

Pen gave him a smile. "It's good. Thank you."

Eloise had a sudden thought. "You two never got to dance tonight."

Pen sighed. "No, we didn't. That's a shame."

His sister smiled. "I have an idea. Come on."

A few minutes later, Francesca was seated at the piano in the drawing room, playing out a slow melody. There were only few candles lit giving the room a soft glow. Anthony watched Penelope's face as they walked into the room. She looked truly touched by the effort. He hugged his sister. "Thanks El."

"Anything for Pen. Now go make her smile."

Anthony shook his head in amusement before doing as she said, walking over to the redhead and offered her his hand. She took it with a smile. To accommodate her injury, he had her place her injured hand on his shoulder instead and took her other hand in his. "Ready?" At her nod, he began to take through the waltz. Fran kept the music nice and slow so that their movements could stay smooth. Anthony gently spun with Penelope, cherishing the smile she gave him.

Eloise watched from the doorway with a smile before she turned and let them have this moment alone. Yes, Fran was there, but she had promised to just to play the music for them. Penelope made a noise of contentment. "I like this better. Just a simple dance at home, no ton and their judging stares. Just us."

Anthony pressed his lips to her hair. He could still smell the scent of cherry blossoms. He didn't know it, but Penelope had asked Rielle to use the cherry blossoms tonight because she knew he liked it. After dancing for a little while, Penelope felt her eyes starting to close. Despite her awful evening, she found herself feeling safe and cared for. Anthony noticed her eyes slipping close, so he gestured to Francesca that she could stop playing. "Come on Pen, let's get you to bed."

He grinned at her sleepy reply of. "That sounds nice." Knowing she would stumble on the stairs, he swept her up in his arms carrying her up to her room. As he entered, he noticed Eloise asleep on the chaise lounge, a book on her chest. He smiled gently at the sight. Shifting Penelope to one arm, he pulled back the covers of her bed, slipping her in between the sheets. As he pulled the covers up, her small hand closed on his wrist. "Stay with me."

He truly couldn't understand why she didn't blame him. He should pull back from her, let Colin be the rock she needed. He had done enough. But the selfish part of him found himself unable to do so. "Are you sure? I could go get Colin if you want."

"Stay."

He couldn't refuse her. "Okay. Give me just a minute." He reached for the blanket at the end of the bed, unfolding it and moving to where Eloise was. He took the book from her hands, marking her page, and placed it on the table next to her. He then placed the blanket over her, ensuring she was fully covered. Once satisfied, he made his way to the bed, slipping his off his shoes and removing his vest. With some apprehension, he slid into the bed, Penelope moving over to him instantly.

"Thank you."

He kissed her forehead gently before both of them drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 8: Things We Don't Say

Summary:

Colin and Penelope talk, as well as her and Anthony.

Notes:

Ah I'm so interested to see what you all think about this chapter. Things are going to start getting good.

Chapter Text

Anthony awoke slowly, him trying to turn from the light seeping into the room but found himself unable due to a weight on his chest. He blinked his eyes open looking down to see a mane of red hair. Penelope had her head nestled on his chest tucked under his chin. He let out a breath. He was sure his mother would have a fit if she saw them right now. He should not have gotten into the bed with her. But she had asked him to stay. He didn't have the ability to tell her no. With a quick grab for his timepiece, he saw it was still quite early, but he already had formulated a plan of what he was going to do today.

With slow movements, he slid himself out from under her. Penelope stirred slightly before settling once more. Anthony looked over to see Eloise was still fast asleep as well, the blanket now tangled about her legs, half on the floor. Focusing back on the woman he had slept all tangled together with, he pulled the covers back up over her, brushing some hair out of her face. He then crossed to his sister, freeing the blanket and recovering her form with it. He also gently reached out to pull her head back onto the chaise better. The angle her head had been at would cause her to be sore the next three days, he was sure.

He gently turned the knob on the door and stealthily slipped from the room. He was assaulted by the full light of the day coming in from the wide windows along the hallway. "Fuck mornings." He grumbled his way down the hall to his room, shuffling his way into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once he was clean and readied for the day, Anthony emerged from his room 30 minutes later and went bursting into Benedict's room. His brother was slumped in bed snoring lightly. "Ben, wake up." He prodded at his brother's shoulder. "Ben."

When the artist still didn't stir, Anthony reached out to smack his brother across the face. Benedict jolted awake with a yelp. Once he registered Anthony was standing in the room, and therefore his attacker, he glared at him. "Ow!"

"Oh, good you're up."

Benedict shook his head in frustration. "I am now thanks to the sting radiating across my face."

Anthony shrugged. "You weren't waking up."

"So, you decided to smack me awake?"

"It did get the job done."

Benedict made a face of fake wonderment. "Gee how shocking." With a sigh, Ben rose from the bed stretching. "I do hope you have a reason for this."

"We're going Bannon hunting." Anthony made to leave the room. "Hurry up we still have to wake Colin and go get Simon."

Another 15 minutes later found Anthony and Benedict now standing over Colin's sleeping form. Ben went to gently shake his brother but before he could Anthony cracked his hand across his younger brother's face. Colin jerked awake very similar to Ben. The second Bridgerton brother sent the viscount an incredulous look while gesturing to their brother. "What was that?"

"You didn't wake up with a gentle prod and he sleeps deeper than you. Just figured to save time I'd go ahead and skip to the part that works."

Colin held a hand to his face, his own glare now focused on his eldest brother. "You're very violent this morning."

Anthony ignored that comment. "Get up, I need your help."

20 minutes later, Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were all drinking coffee at the dining table. Colin looked confused. "Wait, you woke me up to tell me that you're going to take Ben and Simon to go fuck up Bannon while I stay here?" He took a large gulp of his coffee. "You could have let me sleep."

Anthony took a sip of his own drink. "No, I woke you up because I need to you to take care of Penelope."

Colin quirked an eyebrow. "Right because she's still asleep. And she'll wake up without you there."

"How do you know I stayed with her last night?"

"Because I know her. Plus, she was stuck to your side like glue yesterday. You mean safety to her." Colin gave his brother a smirk. "I also know you and I bet when she asked you stay, you instantly caved." Anthony didn't say anything. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Benedict cleared his throat. "Ant, I'm in full agreement that Bannon needs to be dealt with, but why don't you let Colin and I take care of that? You stay here with Pen."

Anthony shook his head. "This is my mess. I need to be the one deal with him." He looked back to Colin. "So please take care of her. Keep her mind occupied, just give her a good day."

"And what exactly do you want me to tell her when she asks where you are?"

Anthony's expression hardened. "Tell her I'm finishing what I started."

Penelope stirred in bed, her mind slowly working to wake her up. She reached out for Anthony but found his side of the bed empty. The sheets were cold, so he'd been gone for some time. She knew that made sense, she really had crossed a line for friends, even best friends, by having him sleep next to her in the bed. A light snore brought her attention over to Eloise. Well, that makes it a little better, I guess. She assumed Violet or Anthony had asked her friend to stay in the same room to help alleviate further issues. Penelope sat up in the bed, grabbing the pillow Anthony had used and hugged it to her chest. The smell of his cologne still lingered on it. Not wanting to disturb Eloise, Penelope grabbed the dressing robe she had previously discarded throwing it on over her nightgown. It was still early, and she didn't want to wake up a lady's maid just to help her dress.

She exited the room, quietly shutting the door behind her only to find Colin making his way up the stairs with a tray in hand covered with tea, juice, toast, and fruit. She had to grin at the laser focus he was displaying in trying his hardest to not spill anything. Once he reached the landing, he finally raised his eyes meeting hers. "Oh, hey good morning. I figured you'd be up soon."

She laughed lightly. "Were you bringing me breakfast in bed?"

He smiled sheepishly at her. "I just thought you'd like it."

"I do. But maybe we can go eat outside?"

Colin dropped his head back. "I just got all this upstairs and now I have to carry it back downstairs? I'm trying not to drop it you know."

Penelope shook her head, brushing past him as she started to head down. "That doesn't seem like my problem." His booming laugh answered her as he followed her down the stairs. "Have you seen Anthony this morning?"

He was quiet for a moment, waiting until they had reached the table set up on the patio and set the tray down. "I have. He and Ben had to run out to take care of something."

The redhead looked at her friend quizzically. "Take care of what?"

Colin sighed. "Anthony said to tell you he was finishing what he started."

Penelope's eyes widened. "He went after Bannon?"

Colin heard the panic in her voice. "Yes, but Pen he took Ben and Simon with him. He'll be just fine."

Penelope placed her head in her hands. "That's not the point. It's just…I wish he hadn't gone."

"I know, he's safety to you. But I hope you know nothing will happen to you here."

She felt a little guilty at his words. "Oh, Colin I know, I'm sorry. And it's not like I expect Bannon to bust down the door and drag me away or anything. It's just…"

Colin smiled a little. "It's Anthony."

She nodded. "Yeah."

He poured her a cup of tea and swiped a piece of toast, gesturing for Penelope to eat something. "Pen, we've been friends a long time. You know you can tell me anything right?"

She slowly took a drink of her tea after doctoring it up. His words caused a little bit of worry to fill her. Was he alluding to her feelings for him? "Of course, Col, I know that."

He kept looking at her. "So?"

Oh Lord he does know. "Um, how did you find out?"

He laughed, reaching out to throw an arm along the back of her chair. "Pen, I know you. Probably better than anyone."

Penelope cursed inwardly. She should've known he would pick up on her feelings. She had tried her best to keep it under wraps, but she supposed he was right. He knew her completely. "Colin, know that I don't want this to affect our friendship. And it was a while ago, before everything…happened." Before Anthony. "I'm not even sure I feel that way anymore."

Colin looked entirely confused. He was trying to get her to fess up to her budding feelings for Anthony. "Um, what? What are you talking about?"

She felt her heart drop. He genuinely didn't know what she was blabbering about which means he didn't know about her feelings for him. "Nothing." Her voice had risen in pitch by at least two octaves.

He scrutinized her. "No, that's not going to work. What are you hiding?"

Penelope knew he wouldn't let this go. Colin hated not knowing things. "I just…I kind of…maybe just a little bit… you know um…loved you."

Colin paused mid chew. The two stared at one another for a few long seconds. "You loved me? Like in love with me?"

She wanted to die. "Yes. Like that.

He scoffed slightly. "Pen, how could you not tell me that?"

She rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. "Well, I tried to, or I was going to try at the last ball of last season, but you mentioned wanting to travel. And I knew you didn't feel the same way so there just really wasn't a point."

Colin set his tea aside. "There would've been a point."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. Things have happened, I'm not even sure what I feel now."

Colin withdrew his arm from her chair. "Oh, okay got it." She missed the look of hurt that flashed across his face. He schooled his expression quickly. "Is it because of Anthony?"

She bit her lip, thinking of their dance last night. "I don't know, maybe. Our friendship, it's different. It's... natural. There are times when I see our friendship plainly. We can have full conversations about anything and sometimes even communicate without having to talk at all. But then…" She trailed off as she replayed the dances they shared at the first ball and their talks in his study. "Sometimes I see him look at me just a second too long, or my heart speeds up when he moves close. Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more, or maybe I'm just imagining things, but it does make me wonder."

Colin put his hand over hers. "Wonder what?"

She breathed out a shaky laugh. "I want him around all the time. What does that mean?" Penelope ran a hand through her hair. "I mean we're best friends and I want you around all the time too. I love it when you're here."

He smiled gently at her. "But it's different, isn't it?"

She didn't say anything for a moment. "I just wish I knew what he was thinking."

"Only one way to find out."

Simon banged heavily on the door to George Bannon's apartment. "Open up Bannon! I will break open your door if you don't." He and the two Bridgerton men could hear shuffling on the other side of the door. "Last chance." Still nothing. "Okay, I'd back up if I were you."

Anthony cracked his neck before lifting his leg and slamming his foot into the door, right next to handle effectively breaking the locking mechanism and kicking it in. Benedict looked at his brother in surprise. "Damn, Ant where'd you learn to do that?"

"Father taught me."

"He did?!" Ben's eyes were wide. "Why didn't he show me?"

"You weren't eight and ten yet. Can we focus please?" With that, the three brothers entered the apartment, finding Bannon cowering in the living area, his hand stretched out in front of him. "Hello Bannon."

"Bridgerton. Look, I'm sorry about last night okay. I crossed a line I know that."

Anthony smile wryly. "You think that makes it okay? You think you're absolved now?" He laughed darkly. "Not even close."

Bannon swallowed nervously. He knew he was in trouble. "Bridgerton listen to me. This was all Cressida Cowper's idea. She thought it'd be funny, I was just following father's orders."

Anthony slowly advanced on the other man. "I'll deal with Miss Cowper later. Right now, I'm going to make good on my threat to break every bone in your body."

Bannon looked to Benedict and Simon. "Gentlemen, please you aren't really going to let him do this are you?"

Simon quirked an eyebrow. "You saw us come in here with him, right? And you think we're going to help you?" The duke chuckled. "No, we're just here to help hide the body if needed."

Anthony grabbed a fistful of Bannon's jacket yanking him forward. "So, what it'll be Bannon? What do you want me to break first?" Benedict and Simon winced at the yelps of pain that issued from Bannon as Anthony did his worst. It was truly a little scary to watch. Anthony breathed heavily as he looked down at Bannon, now utterly defenseless. He hadn't broken everything, just his arm and most likely a few ribs. "You listen to me, if you so much as blink in her direction again, I can and will bury you so far into the ground the heat from the Earth's core will incinerate your sorry ass. Do you understand me?"

Bannon shook with fear. He hurt everywhere, bruises forming rapidly while his arm hung uselessly at his side. "Yes, my lord."

Anthony took a deep breath before turning and striding out of the house, his brothers hot on his heels. Once outside, Anthony hurried down the steps and retched into the bushes. Despite his hard demeanor he did not enjoy violence. He did not relish in causing pain. He was disgusted with what he just proved he was capable of, but he'd do it all over again and worse for Penelope. Benedict patted him on the back. "It's okay Ant. He deserved it."

Simon agreed. "If we thought it was going too far, we would've stopped you." Anthony stood up nodding at both of them in thanks. "Come on, let's get you home.

Penelope and Colin were sitting at the piano in the drawing room. She was trying to teach him a simple little song, but he was failing miserably. "Col, it's not that hard!

"Easy for you to say, you've had lessons since you were five." He watched her play the chords again, filing away which notes she played. He fumbled a little, but it was getting better. "This is harder than it looks."

She giggled, reaching over to correct one of the chords he was playing. They didn't hear the front door open signaling Anthony and Benedict's return. They both heard the music and ventured down the hall to see what was going on. From the staccato pattern of the music, they knew it wasn't Francesca playing. Anthony turned the corner, taking in the sight before him.

Colin and Pen were laughing breathlessly together as she tried to help him play the song. "No Colin, now you're just being silly!" He reached in front of her, dragging the backs of his fingers along the length of the keys.

Penelope shook her head before she caught sight of Anthony out of the corner of her eye. "Anthony!" She quickly stood from the piano bench hurrying to him. On her way over, she saw his bloodied hand. "Oh my God are you okay?" She grabbed his hand, noticing the busted knuckles.

He pulled his hand from her grasp. "I'm fine Pen. Don't worry about it, please go back to Colin." He excused himself then, heading down the hall. She furrowed her brow, looking to Ben for guidance. He didn't say anything, just tipped his chin in Anthony's direction instructing her to follow him.

She picked up the skirt of her dress, now having gotten dressed for the day in a teal day dress. Her hair was done in a simple loose side braid, draping over her shoulder. She caught up to him at the stairs. "Anthony wait!"

He sighed heavily. "Pen, I'm okay. Have fun with Colin."

"Look at me damnit!" Anthony turned to her, she had that flush of anger on her face. He still thought she looked cute rather than intimidating when mad. She came to stand in front of him. "Let me help you." Without waiting for his answer, she took hold of his uninjured hand and dragged him behind her towards the kitchen.

"Pen, where are we going?"

"I need to clean your hand and hot water is the best place to start." As it was an odd time of the day, none of the kitchen staff were present at the time. "Sit down." She directed him over to the table the staff usually sat at for meals.

Anthony, rather than sit, leaned against the counter watching as she started to get some water boiling and hunted around for a clean cloth. "Pen, you don't have to-"

She spun around to look at him. "What is going on with you? Why did you leave this morning?"

He sighed. "I needed to deal with something."

"Bannon?"

He noted that she didn't look pleased. "Yes Bannon. And don't worry he won't be bothering you again. I ensured that."

Penelope took the heated water from the stove making her way to him. She set the pot of water down next to him, dipping the cloth in the water. "Thank you, but you didn't need to."

"Yes, I did. He doesn't get away with what he did to you without consequences."

Penelope looked into his eyes, she could see the protectiveness in them. "This might sting." She gently pressed the cloth to his injured hand, he hissed at the pain but didn't move his hand. "I'm sorry." She dipped the cloth again, softly running it along his hand, carefully to avoid his damaged knuckles. "I didn't want you to get yourself hurt."

He smiled at her. "You're worth a little pain."

She looked up at him through her lashes, returning his smile. "What's with the "have fun with Colin" comments you made?"

Anthony shrugged, dropping her gaze. "You seemed like you were having a good time. I didn't want to interrupt your time with him."

His tone was off, she knew he was beating around the bush of what he was trying to tell her. "Anthony what does that mean?"

The viscount took a deep breath. "Now that Bannon is handled, and rest assured I will deal with Cressida as well, I think I should pull back from you a bit."

Penelope felt her heart drop. "Pull back from me? Why?"

Anthony took the cloth from her, wrapping it around his injured hand before walking away a few steps. "I know you say what happened isn't my fault, but Pen it is. It might've been his and Cressida's plan, but he announced that I've comprised you to the entire ton. And he did that because I wasn't careful, and I showed my familiarity with you too much in public." He sighed heavily, the guilt eating him from the inside out. "The ton will remember that. It doesn't matter that it's not true." He laughed hollowly. "I've managed to ruin you without actually having slept with you. That has got to be some kind of record."

Penelope wasn't accepting his words. "Anthony, I don't care about any of that. It's not like I had suitors lined up around the block already. And the one that did appear, well I could have done without him."

He groaned in frustration. "Pen, we're still early on in the season! Just because Bannon had no sense of patience doesn't mean other gentlemen weren't going to call on you. I saw their gazes after we danced at Lady Danbury's ball. There were numerous men interested." He pressed the cloth in his hand further, almost relishing in the ache it caused. "But now they'll be wary because of this. Of you and me."

Penelope crossed to him, gently turning his face to look at her. "So what? If they aren't secure enough in themselves then that's just fine with me. Part of the reason I'm so okay with being a spinster is because other than you and your brothers the gentlemen of the ton are from being any kind of gems."

He sighed, he loved the fire she had. She was fierce and strong, nothing like the young naïve girl he used to see her as. "Pen you were made to be a wife, a mother. You deserve love not the life of a spinster. I told you I would help you but all I did was make it worse. Your reputation is all you have."

"Screw my reputation! Rip it to shreds, ruin me entirely I don't care! You don't get to use it as an excuse. I don't know why you are running away from me but I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Anthony tossed the cloth towards the sink with force. "I'm running away because I don't want to hurt you anymore! I'm a shitty best friend, clearly, I don't know how to be a proper friend to a woman." He turned to leave not wanting to argue with her, but her voice stopped him.

"Don't you dare walk away from me right now!" Penelope's chest heaved with exertion. Watching him try and walk away cut through her like a knife. "We're not done talking about this." She grabbed his arm to turn him back around. "Stop punishing yourself, you are allowing yourself to be consumed by guilt when you didn't do anything wrong. And you are not a bad friend, you are an amazing friend. Most people finding out about Lady Whistledown would've turned me into the queen or held it over my head. You didn't." She shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "You told me I should be proud of it, that I created something amazing. Do you know how much I needed to hear that?"

Anthony couldn't help but pull her to him, hugging her tight. "You should be proud because you are amazing. But Pen, I'm putting you under a microscope. That hurts you not only with finding a husband but also with Whistledown. I'm not holding up my end of the bargain."

She pulled back a little. "I'm not holding up my end either. You originally came to me for help finding a wife and I have done absolutely nothing for you in that department."

He let her go, stepping back a few paces. "I don't want you to try and find me a wife anymore. These ladies aren't what I need. That's why I said I'd wait for something natural, and that'll happen on its own time. It's not going to follow any schedule I set. You're released from your obligation."

Penelope threw her hands up. "Then why are you pulling away still? If you aren't looking for a wife and I'm not looking for a husband, there's nothing to worry about."

"What about Colin?"

She shook her head. "What about him?"

Anthony gave her a look. "You love him. He's back. Maybe you should explore that."

"Even if I did, Colin doesn't care that we're friends, you know he doesn't."

He walked closer to her, coming to a stop so close their bodies brushed against each other ever so slightly. "You deserve the chance to give that a shot. I won't stand in your way."

Penelope made a noise of frustration. "Colin and I already talked earlier, I don't know exactly what I feel for him anymore."

"Since when?"

"Since you!" She took his face in her hands. "Ever since you scared me half to death with that note, you being in my life in this new way has made all the difference. You say you're pulling away because you don't want to hurt me? Anthony, you're hurting me now. Losing you would break my heart." A few tears fell from her eyes. "Please don't break my heart."

Anthony felt like his own heart had just broken. "Don't do that to me Pen."

She looked at him defiantly. "Tell me why you are really pulling away from me. Give me an honest answer because nothing you have said so far, I believe. You forget, I've known you forever and now I know you even better than before. You can't fool me."

Anthony held her gaze, she wasn't going to back down. She was going to make him emotionally strip himself bare before her. "Fine, you want the truth here it is. When I saw those men looking at you after we danced, when I saw the way Bannon looked at you, I was jealous. Jealous that any other man would even dare to look at you like that. Because that look belongs to me. And that scares the hell of out me." He didn't wait for her answer, turning on his heel exiting the kitchen, damning himself and damning her for forcing his hand.

Chapter 9: What You Do To Me

Summary:

Penelope is confused by Anthony, and Colin comes up with a plan to help her.

Chapter Text

Dearest gentle reader,

Love is such a rare and fickle thing, only the luckiest of us all manage to find it. This author delights in bringing to light the more scandalous affairs of our world, but I also do love a true love story. Unfortunately, today we have no such thing to report.

The queen's first ball of the season, while usually a proper and somewhat drab affair, was turned on its head by a shocking display. Over the past week, this author was surprised to learn that our own little wallflower Penelope Featherington had caught the eye of Mr. George Bannon. Numerous reports have been made about Mr. Bannon calling on Miss Featherington daily, he seemed positively smitten!

At the queen's ball, as much expected, Mr. Bannon invited Miss Featherington for a dance. This author would be remiss to point out that our dear viscount did not seem to approve of the match as he was to be found glaring at the couple as they approached the floor. Everything was going splendidly, and this author wondered if it was only a matter of time until a proposal would the next big news of this column.

However, Miss Featherington's voice calling out for one Anthony Bridgerton broke through the ballroom towards the close of the dance. While this author is not fully familiar with what Mr. Bannon had been saying to her, Miss Featherington looked and sounded positively terrified. As most of our esteemed ton was in attendance, I will not repeat the atrocities that followed Viscount Bridgerton's arrival on the scene. However, this author must note that our wallflower most likely wishes she had never tried to make a spectacle of herself. Scandalous accusations and suspicions surround her now, all in regard to her relationship with Lord Bridgerton. The fact that Lady Bridgerton was heard to be telling Lady Featherington she would be taking Penelope into her care only fuels the whispers and rumors now floating through the ton's social circles. This author asked if our dear viscount knew something about Miss Featherington that the rest of us did not. It seems we might have answer to that question.

In happier news, the young and handsome Colin Bridgerton has returned to London! The match making mamas are no doubt delighted by the turn of events and I suspect Lady Bridgerton will have her hands full with all three of her still unmarried sons here for this season. This author does wish her the best of luck.

Penelope stared at the door Anthony just walked through, a little stunned by what he said. He's scared? Of what? Me? Her sense knocked back into her and she hiked up her skirt, chasing after him. "Anthony!" She made it back up to the ground floor and into the entrance hall. She saw him ahead of her, halfway up the stairs. "Anthony wait!"

He groaned, not looking back at her. "Just leave it alone, Penelope."

She hurried up behind him, snagging the back of his vest with her hand. "Anthony, please." At the sound of her plea, he stopped. "It's my turn to be honest." He half turned, looking at her over his shoulder. "I want you around me all the time. Together we are beautiful, everything feels right and exciting, and it's perfect. And yes, that's terrifying, but I'm pretty sure it's worth it." She took another step up to be on the same one as him, slipping between his body and the railing. "But just because we're scared of something, doesn't mean we should avoid it. It's you and me, we can figure this out together."

Anthony sighed, sliding a hand to her waist. "Pen I…" He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. "I'm just supposed to be your friend. But apparently, I'm a jealous man."

Penelope placed her hands on his chest. "Why do you think you're jealous? Why does another man looking at me bother you so much?" Anthony shook his head, feeling the walls around his heart trying to topple. He had put them after up Sienna, after he learned how painful it can be to give too much of yourself to someone. "Anthony just talk to me!"

"I, I can't." He pulled away from her, quickly making his way up the stairs and out of sight.

Penelope slumped against the stair railing feeling defeated. "You okay?" She turned to see Colin standing at the foot of the stairs smiling slightly up at her. "That looked rough."

He reached out a hand to her. Penelope sighed but went back down the stairs and took his hand. "I just don't get it."

Colin thought for a moment, coming up with an idea. "Will you indulge me for a moment? Let's go talk." She nodded, letting him lead her through the house she knew like the back of her hand. He led her out to the backyard, over to a little corner where two swings were set up, tied from a strong, thick branch of a nearby tree. They each took a seat on one of the swings. "Tell me what's going on."

Penelope slowly twisted the swing around then let go, it twirling her around as it unraveled. "I'd love to tell you, but I don't know because he won't talk to me! Not fully."

"What happened before the staircase?"

She let out a breath. "I took him to the kitchen to clean his hand because it was busted up. And he started saying that since Bannon is taken care of now, he should pull back from me." Penelope rolled her eyes. "Whatever that means."

Colin furrowed his brow. That seemed like such a 180 from how Anthony had been last night. He was falling over himself about how he messed up, but clearly it was born from his feelings from the redhead. "Did he say why?"

"He gave a few different answers. First it was because he thinks he's doing me more harm than good. Blames himself for what Bannon did because he's been too familiar with me."

Colin nodded. "Okay yeah, he said much of the same on the ride home yesterday."

Penelope hmmed. "But then I basically worked us through that excuse so then he brought up you."

"Me?"

She bit her lip. "He knew about my feelings for you. He said that since now you're back, I should explore that. That he wouldn't stand in my way."

"Really?" She nodded. "He tried to push you towards me?"

Penelope undid the braid in her hair, fluffing it out. "I mean kind of, he made a couple of comments about how he was fine, and I should just go back to you."

Colin clicked his tongue as he thought. "Okay, anything after that?"

"Yeah. I kept pushing at it and he said, 'Fine you want the truth, here it is.'" She raised her gaze to Colin's. "He said he's jealous when other men look at me. And that is scares the hell out of him."

"Ah, it makes sense now."

Penelope scoffed. "How?"

Colin grabbed her hands. "You remember when he was seeing Sienna?" Penelope nodded. "Well, the whole time that was going on, she was married. And as they continued to see each other and get more involved, along the way he fell in love with her. He wanted to marry her. She said she loved him and would leave her husband, it was a whole thing. So, he went there, with a huge bouquet of flowers ready to take her away and…"

Penelope knew how the story ended. "She said no."

He smiled sadly. "She said no." Colin sighed standing up to start pushing her on the swing. "That was Anthony's first real foray into love. Ever since, he's viewed marriage as a sense of duty, just something to help him continue the Bridgerton line."

"So, he is scared of me?"

Colin tipped his head to the side. "Not you specifically. I think when he says he scared, he's scared of how much he feels for you. He wants to give you his heart, but that awful memory tells him to run. Unfortunately, that's what he's doing."

Penelope groaned in annoyance. "What am I supposed to do? When I tried talking to him, he ran! Like a child." Colin snorted, but quickly bit back his laughter at her look. "It's not funny Colin,"

He kept lightly pushing her, never going too high. "It's a little funny. You just called Viscount Bridgerton a child."

She huffed. "Well, the man is nine and twenty but he's acting like he's eight." It was quiet for a moment. "Colin, what do I do? How do you get the person you want, to want to get next to you?"

He grabbed the ropes of the swing bringing it to a halt. He walked around and crouched in front of her. "We're supposed to go to the Royal Races tomorrow."

Penelope quirked an eyebrow. "Okay."

He smiled at her. "This is simple really. Anthony's jealousy is definitely the true reason why he's pushing you away. His jealously made him realize how he feels, therefore what he's scared of. The best way to have him push pass that fear, is to make him jealous. Because in men, that emotion is stronger."

She sighed, still not sold on the idea. "Colin, how exactly are we supposed to do anything that'll make him jealous? Remember, I'm compromised in the eyes of ton, there won't be a young man willing to escort me for the day. Nor do I really have any desire to even to pretend I want one of them to."

Colin took a seat back on the other swing. "That's the beauty of it, we don't need anyone else. It'll all be about you."

"How?"

"Easy, you just got to look absolutely irresistible tomorrow."

Penelope laughed thinking he was joking until she realized he was serious. "Oh, come on Col, really?"

He shook his head at her. "Pen, you're gorgeous. Irresistible is not a stretch for you." He was grinning widely. "Just think about it, you'll be with us looking stunning as hell and it won't matter what the ton thinks. Men are physical beings. They will look and they will stare. Plus, I have a feeling Ben and I will be looking at you too, so that'll only add fuel to his jealousy."

The redhead fiddled with her hair, she had come to realize it was something she did when thinking. "I don't know if trying to make him jealous is the right move. He doesn't think it very favorable."

"You're just dolling yourself up, nothing nefarious. The races are the perfect place to do this."

Penelope bit her lip. She had tried just talking to him, it didn't work. She didn't think just giving him time was going to change that. "I need Rielle."

Colin nodded. "I'll let mother know."

It had been masterful really. Colin told Violet that with Penelope staying with them for an extended time, she was hoping that she could have her lady's maid join her. Lady Bridgerton hadn't hesitated. Violet, with Eloise and her own maid, Constance, in tow, crossed over to the Featherington household. After being allowed entry and announced, Portia rose to meet them in the drawing room. "Good day Lady Bridgerton, what can I do for you?"

Violet smiled politely, but her eyes were lit with repressed fury. She did not take kindly to her children being accused of falsehoods, nor could she forget the look on Penelope's face as she tore into her mother. "Lady Featherington, it seems that Penelope wishes to stay with us over at Bridgerton House for an extended period. As such, she would like her lady's maid to join her." She looked to her daughter. "Eloise darling, if you wouldn't mind going up to Penelope's room to let Rielle know what's going on. Please take Constance with you so she may help Rielle pack up Penelope's things."

"Of course, mother." Without asking permission, Eloise made her way upstairs to her friend's room.

Portia floundered for a response. "Penelope's maid is in my employ, if she wishes for her maid to be available to her Penelope must come home. I will not permit the maid to leave."

Violet laughed airily. "Portia, you misunderstand me. I'm not asking for your permission. Also, the lady's maid has a name, Rielle. You should use it. And if you are so concerned about her employment, I will be more than happy to offer Rielle a job in my employ at double her current wage. From the way Penelope speaks of her, I'm sure she has more than earned it."

Portia knew she was outplayed. She couldn't counter Violet's offer of a wage increase, nor did she truly know that it would work even if she could. "Fine, take the maid." A tense 10 minutes or so passed while the two mothers just stood in the drawing room. Both Phillipa and Prudence desperately wanted to leave the room but knew their mother wouldn't allow it.

The sound of footsteps echoed into the room. Eloise, followed by Rielle and Constance, came downstairs all three of them carrying portions of Penelope's belongings. "Okay mother, we're ready to go."

Lady Bridgerton gave another overly polite smile to her host. "Thank you for your cooperation. Good day ladies." With that she led the three young ladies from the house, a satisfied smile on her face.

That night, Penelope laid in bed unable to get comfortable. She tried every position, on her back, her stomach, her side, nothing felt right. She tried stacking pillows, still no. Her head was currently using the pillow Anthony had the previous night. The scent of his cologne still hadn't faded. She missed his body next to hers. She had been able to feel the warmth of him, hear the sound of his steady breathing. Everything just felt wrong now. Despite her evening, Penelope had never slept as well as she had when he'd been with her. She felt tears prick at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Even if her and Anthony weren't at odds, he still wouldn't be in here with her. Last night was a one-time thing. She couldn't expect him to regularly sleep in the bed with her. It was highly inappropriate.

Knowing sleep was going to be impossible at this rate, Penelope got out of bed and padded over to the medicinal chest Rielle had brought over with her. Penelope had been overjoyed to see her friend, thanking Violet profusely for allowing her room and board as well. Violet had told her it was no trouble at all, and they were both welcome for as long as they wished.

Ever since the death of her father, Rielle had taken to ensuring Penelope always had sleeping draughts on hand. His passing had caused many sleepless nights for the young woman, while yes, the late Baron Featherington had his faults, he was still her papa, and he did his best to go to bat against her mother for her. Penelope lifted the lid of the chest, seeking out the familiar bottle. Once she located it, Penelope plucked one of the four bottles out of the chest and drank the contents. Thankfully this brew never made her groggy the following day.

Penelope crossed back to the bed, covering herself up to her neck with the numerous layers of bedding, burying her nose into the pillow that carried Anthony's scent.

Anthony wasn't doing any better. He laid in bed, stock still cursing at how easy he had gotten used to having her next to him. Anthony was not a stranger to having bed partners, usually after a round of fucking. But Penelope was different. Not only had his sleeping next to her been entirely innocent, but he had wanted her close. Generally, Anthony did not cuddle with any of the women he had bedded. However last night, when she moved over to him, he had draped his arm around her waist to keep her close, he had kissed her forehead. He found he liked the feel of her pressed against him, her head on his chest.

He turned on his side, trying to ignore the nagging in his head that something was missing. That he wanted to hold her in his arms. Pushing her away was the hardest thing he had ever tried to do, and he hadn't even truly been all that successful. He had walked away sure, but she followed him, and when she slid herself between his body and the railing, his hand had naturally fallen to her waist.

With a groan, Anthony turned over again. In a normal situation he would just take a stiff drink to help knock him out, but he didn't want to wake up hungover, that wouldn't be a help to anyone plus his mother would be severely cross with him. Without much choice, Anthony attempted to clear his mind and tried to go sleep.

The following morning came quickly for Penelope, her being awoken by Rielle gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up Miss Penelope. We have much to do to get you ready for the day."

While in the bath, Rielle spent extra time on Penelope's hair, not only washing the long red tresses, but also conditioning and adding a relaxer so as to loosen the curls. Once she was scrubbed, her skin now a light shade of pink, Rielle dressed in a light robe as she went to work on drying and styling Penelope's hair. She applied a scented oil of honeysuckle to the locks, combing it through her with her fingers to ensure it hit every strand. Rielle then worked the hair into curled spirals, alternating which way she curled the hair to keep it from looking one dimensional. Once done, she had Penelope flip her hair over so Rielle could gently run her fingers through the curls to break up the uniformity of the look. She also applied a setting spray to help ensure the curls stayed intact. When Penelope flipped her head right side up again, her hair fell in voluptuous waves down her back. Due to the conditioning, her hair shined and felt incredibly light.

As it was the races, it was customary for ladies to wear some kind of hat or hair accessory. Rielle had gone out earlier that morning to the flower market and had a hair piece made up. Attached to a beautiful diamond comb, one Penelope had purchased with her Lady Whistledown money, was a large white lily with wildflower violets surrounding it. Rielle pulled back the hair on the left side of Penelope's face, sliding the comb into place. "Perfect."

Very little makeup was needed to enhance her natural beauty, but Rielle did make sure to accentuate her blue eyes and her lips. Her eyelids were dusted with copper and her lashes curled to highlight her eyes, while she did a bold lip color of deep coral. She also applied a dusty rose blush to her cheeks. "Alright, it's time for the dress. I must say miss, this is one of the best ones you have ordered."

Penelope looked confused. "I didn't order a new dress yet."

Rielle turned away from the box she pulled out onto the bed. "I received a correspondence from the madame yesterday letting me know your dress was ready. This wasn't your mother, she wouldn't order something in this pattern."

"And you sure it's for me?"

"Yes miss." Rielle opened the box and pulled out a gorgeous day dress, it was perfect for a special outing. The dress was white with an all-over floral print in cornflower blue. It had a square neckline with sleeves ending just past her shoulder and a ruched bust that would allow for a pleasing view. The waistline started right at her natural waist, the skirt flowing down to ankle length.

Penelope noticed a sheer white panel stitched into the skirt. "Rielle, what is that?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. Let's put the dress on and maybe that'll show us." The back was a lace up, so Rielle had Penelope step into the dress before she pulled it up into place, then began lacing up the back. It only went up so high, giving the dress a semi open back.

While fussing with the skirt, Penelope sat down to inspect the sheer panel. As she did, the fabric of the dress split on either side creating a slit up into the dress that went to her mid-thigh. The sheer panel covered the cut in the dress to keep in appropriate for society while not sacrificing the style of the dress. "Oh, that's what it is." It was still a little scandalous, the panel over the slit was sheer after all, but it wasn't so scandalous that she couldn't wear it.

Rielle had a huge grin on her face. "You look magnificent Miss Penelope. However, you still need a few final touches." She hurried over to Penelope's jewelry case and pulled a sapphire pendant she almost never wore. She then collected up Penelope's perfume bottle, spritzing the redhead's wrist and either side of her neck. Finally, she helped slip Penelope's feet into a pair a white, strappy heels. "There you're ready." She handed Penelope a clutch in the same color as the floral pattern of her dress. "Have a wonderful day miss, you look beautiful."

Penelope hugged her lady's maid. "This is all your magic." With a final smile at the other girl, Penelope exited her room into the hallway. She could hear the cacophony of noise coming from downstairs and assumed that is where everyone was gathering, so she took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

Anthony stood in the foyer with the rest of the family waiting on Eloise and Penelope. He had Hyacinth pressed into his side, she was using him as a shield from Gregory, whose hair a few minutes prior she had ruined by using her hands to muse it and cause it to stick out at odd angles. Benedict was currently trying to fix it.

Eloise came clomping down the stairs, a look of disdain on her fair. "Do I have to wear this?" She pointed to the miniature hat she had perched on her hair.

Violet sighed lightly. "Yes dear, it is customary for a young lady to have a hair adornment so it is either that or I can get Constance to put some flowers in your hair."

The brunette shuddered at the thought. "The hat is fine." She did a quick survey of everyone gathered. "Is Penelope here yet?"

"Sorry, I'm coming!" Anthony turned his attention to the stairs at the sound of her voice. He felt the breath leave him as she appeared. She was wearing the dress he bought for her. Until that moment, he had completely forgotten he had done so. A few days prior, he had consulted with Daphne on a dress for Penelope. He knew she did not get to have many things that her mother didn't buy, who always insisted on choosing colors all wrong her daughter's skin tone and hair color. So, he decided to commission a dress for her. As he'd forgotten it about it in all the drama going on with Bannon, he hadn't been able to tell her he had done so. But it looks like Madame Delacroix had finished the dress, and it looked even better on her than he had imagined.

Benedict whistled as she approached the last stair, his gaze sweeping over her appreciatively. "God help me Pen, you are a vision." He walked to her, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back. Anthony felt a low growl rip from his throat.

Colin, noticing his eldest brother's reaction to just Ben, smiled widely. He knew that this was all it would take. Penelope didn't realize how easily she could wrap men around her little finger. He agreed with Ben's sentiments, she looked extraordinary. "Damn, a vision indeed. You're going to cause many men to be uncomfortable today."

Anthony glared daggers at his brothers. They were looking at Penelope like they were men dying of thirst and she a tall glass of water. He gently removed Hyacinth from him so he could walk towards Penelope. "Colin, Ben stop flirting with her."

Benedict and Colin shared a look before Ben said, "We're not flirting Ant, just paying the girl a compliment."

Colin smirked at Anthony. "Brother relax, we're just enjoying the view." With that, the two brothers began ushering their family out the door to the carriages leaving the pair alone.

It was silent for a few seconds, neither one sure what to say. Anthony hadn't expected to be alone with her so soon after his confession yesterday. Penelope eventually broke the quiet. "Hi."

He looked into her eyes. "Hi." He slowly swept his gaze across her body, his eyes lingering on the sheer panel Daphne had suggested. "You are breathtaking."

She smiled shyly, dropping her eyes to the floor. "Thank you. I think it's the dress." She gently ran her hands across the bodice. "I have no idea where it came from, but Rielle said the madame had told her it was for me."

Anthony inwardly glowed at her love of the dress. He of course had known it would be beautiful, his eldest sister had impeccable taste. "It's from me."

Penelope's head snapped back up, surprise evident in her eyes. "What?"

"I know you don't get many dresses that are your taste, and you mentioned once how you have to be careful with how much of your Whistledown money you spend at a time. I wanted to help. Daphne is to be credited with the design, I asked for her help with it."

Penelope looked at him gratefully. "Oh Anthony, it's gorgeous. I can't even begin to think you enough."

He knew he shouldn't say it, but his brain apparently went on vacation and let his impulses take over. "Trust me, the way you look in it is more than enough thanks."

She laughed, a dazzling smile on her lips. "Oh really?" She moved over to him, undoing his cravat as it was askew and retying it.

The scent of honeysuckle engulfed him, he thought he might like this one more than the cherry blossoms. Her damn scented oils were going to be the death of him, he just knew it. "I know what you're doing."

She gazed up at him innocently as she finished up with his cravat. "And what am I doing?"

He gave her a pointed look. "You're trying to make me jealous."

Penelope laughed airily as she moved her hands to his chest. "Oh Anthony, now why would I do that?" He shook his head. She was good, he'd give her that. She stepped back from him a little. "Come on, we don't want to miss the first race." She began to walk towards the door, the skirt of the dress billowing slightly behind her. She tossed him a glance over her shoulder, giving him a wink.

He chuckled lowly as he began to follow her. He was in trouble.

Chapter 10: Make My Heart Race

Summary:

It's off to the races!

Notes:

I actually had a fair bit of trouble with this chapter which surprised me. I'm still not to sure about the ending, I had three different options.

Chapter Text

Arriving at the track, Anthony hopped out of the men's carriage intent on getting to the women's, when suddenly Benedict pushed past him. He watched as his brother opened the door of the other carriage and shot a charming grin at its occupants. He extended a hand, Penelope accepting his help. Ben, ignoring his mother and sisters, offered her his arm. "Pen, may I have the pleasure of escorting you today?" Anthony clenched his jaw.

The redhead laughed a little but nodded her consent and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. She allowed the second Bridgerton brother to begin leading her into the grounds, leaving Anthony and Colin the job of escorting the other ladies of their family.

Colin fought the grin off his face. Benedict and he had strategized last night about what they were going to do. Colin brought his brother up to speed on everything and the artist had been more than excited to mess with their elder brother. Benedict suggested he be the main source of contention, everyone knew he was a huge flirt, and he had absolutely no problem saying the kind of things that would drive Anthony mad. Colin took Eloise and Francesca, one on each arm, and instructed his youngest two siblings to walk with them. Anthony offered his arm to his mother to escort her inside.

Anthony stared heatedly at Benedict's back, he was leaning over to whisper in Penelope's ear, her charming giggle carrying over to him. He choked on a breath when he saw Ben stop a passing vendor, buying a peony and offering it to Penelope. Violet looked at him questioningly. "Are you alright dearest?"

Penelope brought the flower closer, breathing in the scent of it. He felt his eye twitch as she wove it into her hair, next to the flower comb Rielle had put in earlier that morning. "Just fine mother, why wouldn't I be?"

Violet bounced her eyes between her firstborn and her second with Penelope. "Well to be perfectly honest dear, you look ready to take your brother's head off."

The viscount couldn't tear his eyes away from the pair, they having now reached the stand to buy broadsheets to help make informed bets for the races. His blood began to boil as he saw Penelope give the gentleman running the stall a polite smile, which in return he gave her a toothy grin back and then watched her walk away. At his mother's slight tug, he steered them in the direction the rest of the family went, going to take their seats. It took everything he had not to look over his shoulder every time he heard Ben or Penelope laugh.

After getting his mother settled, Anthony noticed Benedict and Penelope, along with Eloise and Colin, had taken seats a couple of rows down. Benedict was pursuing the broadsheet in the redhead's hands over her shoulder, even though he had his own. He knew this was all a ploy, but that didn't stop him from wanting to clock his brother in the face. He stomped down to where his siblings and Penelope sat. Without saying anything, he stepped his way into the row, picking up the broadsheet in the brother's lap and smacking it into Benedict's face as he passed. Eloise was sitting on the other side of Penelope, so Anthony simply picked his sister up and deposited her on the other side of Colin. She looked at him incredulously, but he paid her no mind as he sat down in the newly open seat. "That's better." He plucked the broadsheet from Penelope's hands.

She scoffed at him. "I was reading that."

He smirked at her. "And now I'm reading it."

Penelope snatched it back. "You should go get your own."

He grabbed it from her once more. "No, I'm good."

Benedict now recovered from Anthony smacking him in the face with a piece of paper, extended his broadsheet to Penelope. "Here love take mine. I was about to go for refreshments anyway. Colin, care to help me?"

"Of course, brother, Eloise come along."

The brunette eyed him oddly. "Why do I need to go?

Colin rolled his eyes. "Just come on." He grabbed hold of hand and dragged her away with him leaving Anthony and Penelope alone.

"Are you enjoying your time with my brother?"

Penelope turned her head to look at Anthony, who kept his gaze fixed on the sheet in his hands. "I am, so nice of you to ask. Ben is a wonderful conversationalist. We were discussing his art, he is really quite talented."

Anthony laughed lowly. "Is that the kind of man you want then? The artistic, carefree type."

Pen crossed her legs, ensuring as she did so that the sheer panel of her dress stretched cross her thigh. Anthony's eyes flicked to the barely concealed skin. "Actually, it's the handsome, brooding types that catch my attention. Unfortunately, none of those seem to be available."

Her words caused him to lock eyes with her. "Just because I'm cautious doesn't make me unavailable."

She sighed heavily. "You practically sprinting away from me after I was honest with you about how I felt seems unavailable to me." She shot him a smile. "But it's fine, as you said we're supposed to be friends. However, I do hope you don't mind that since you do not want me, I start looking for someone who does."

A possessiveness roared in Anthony's chest. Under the pretense of looking at her broadsheet same as Ben had been doing, he scooted closer to her, his side pressed into hers. Penelope turned to him, their faces as close as they'd ever been. "I never said I didn't want you."

She felt a spark of desire flare up her spine, but refused to give in. He was going to bow to her, not the other way around. "You never said you did either."

"I told you other men looking at you made me jealous. What did you think that meant?"

Penelope tossed her hair, the scent of honeysuckle hitting him once more. "Jealousy is a purely physical emotion. Wanting someone means wanting them fully, everything about them. The good, the bad, the in between."

There was that fire he loved. She clearly had found her confidence and she was wielding it like a pro. "Then why bother trying to make me jealous?"

"Because I like the way you look at me when I do."

They remained staring at each other until the sound of his siblings returning caused Penelope to pull back from him. For ease, she shooed Anthony to move down so that Colin and Eloise didn't have to squeeze past them to get back to their seats. With a smirk, Anthony slipped an arm around her waist, sliding her with him as he moved further down. Her small squeak of surprise caused him to laugh. He could play her game. He slowly drew his arm back, his fingers skimming across her lower back, causing her to shiver.

Benedict dropped into the spot next to Penelope again, noticing the flush on her face and the tension in Anthony's body. He cackled internally, he was sure whatever conversation they had in his absence had been most intriguing. "Here you are darling." He handed Penelope a lemonade, then reached behind her toward Anthony. "Brother." He handed him something a little stronger.

Penelope smiled prettily up at Benedict. "You're sweet Ben, how can I ever thank you?" She was laying it on thick, but she didn't care. Her reputation was ruined anyway. He tapped his cheek, and she giggled leaning up, sliding a hand to the back of his neck, before pressing her lips to cheek. Ben gave her a grin as she pulled away, tucking some of the hair that fallen in her face behind her ear. Anthony fisted the broadsheet in his hand, crumpling it, while taking a very large swig of his drink relishing the burn. Colin laughed silently, his form hidden behind that of his brother. Benedict was going to get himself punched if he wasn't careful.

Benedict took the broadsheet Penelope offered him. "Have you made a selection, Pen?"

"Yes, High Flyer." She heard Anthony snort beside her. She turned to look at him. "I'm sorry do you have something to say?"

Anthony smirked. "It's a waste of a bet Pen. Nectar will be the winner."

"Oh, and why is that?"

He pointed out the horse to her. "He's well-bred, highly trained, and well-favored."

Penelope scoffed. "And that automatically makes him the winner?"

Anthony turned to face her more. "Impeccable genealogy and quality training are imperative to a horse's talent. That's why everyone is betting on him."

The redhead shook her head. "They're betting on him because he did well at Doncaster. But that track and this one are very different. You should consider your horse's strengths and weaknesses."

"Nectar is a strategic bet."

"No, it's a popular one. It's also wrong."

Benedict laughed as he watched tiny little Penelope Featherington dress down Viscount Bridgerton. "You should probably listen to her Ant, seems to know what's she talking about."

Penelope laughed lightly. "My father might've not taught me much, but he did teach me how to pick a horse."

Anthony quirked an eyebrow. "Didn't you father have gambling debts?"

"Yes, he did. He made poor choices at the cards table or who might win a fight, but at the track he was rather good." Penelope looked at Anthony with glint of challenge in her eyes. "Therefore, so am I." She turned back to Benedict. "Would you mind placing a bet on High Flyer for me?"

"Of course not, I think I will place one as well. I know better than to go against the cleverest woman in the ton." He gave her hand a quick squeeze then excused himself.

Anthony let out a breath. "It's a waste of money, Pen."

Penelope fussed with the skirt of her dress, her nails grazing along the outside of his leg as she did. "We'll see who's wasting their money here in just a little bit."

The viscount eyed her mischievously. "You want to make this more interesting?"

"How so?"

Anthony leaned forward, sliding his hand to just above her knee. "If I win, you do not kiss my brother again."

Penelope tried not to show his effect on her. "Oh, do you not like that?"

He practically growled out, "No I don't."

"Good." His patience with her was getting tested. "What do I get if I win?"

Anthony flexed his fingers on her leg, eliciting a small gasp from her. "What do you want?"

Penelope grinned. "If I win, you have to give me a congratulatory kiss."

He gaped at her slightly, but Benedict had returned, and the horses were lining up at the starting line. "Ah, just in time." Ben took her hand. "Come on High Flyer." Just a few minutes later, the bell sounded, and the horses took off. Nectar took an early lead, while High Flyer hovered around the middle. Nectar was a large horse, he easily began to outstrip the rest of the pack. Anthony gave Penelope a look, but she didn't look concerned. Nectar kept the lead for much of the race, proving he was a good choice. As they horses made the final turn, Nectar still had the lead, but it had dwindled.

Penelope smiled. "Let him loose."

Anthony was confused. "What?" As if the rider had heard her, suddenly the jockey on High Flyer loosened his pull on the reins and let High Flyer go. Remarkably fast, High Flyer cut to the outside blowing by the other horses catching up to Nectar in a matter of seconds. "No way."

Benedict's eyes widened. "Come on boy, let's go!" Everyone stood as the two horses came closer to the finish. Nectar was tiring, struggling to keep up his breakneck stride. High Flyer edged Nectar out getting first a nose in front, then a head, then his full body right as he hit the finish line. "Yes!" Benedict reached over grabbing Penelope in a hug, lifting her from the ground for a few seconds before setting her back on her feet. "You are brilliant!" He pressed a smacking kiss to her temple.

Anthony meanwhile was staring at the track in astonishment. Penelope giggled as she linked her arm with his. "I did tell you."

He nodded, a small grin on his face. "That you did." He couldn't help but look at her with that same warmth he always did when she surprised him. "That was good. I'm annoyed but that was good, Pen."

She preened under the compliment. "I truly shocked you."

It was as if they had forgotten they were surrounded by people. "You think I would've learned by now you're full of surprises."

Penelope ghosted her nails along hid abdomen. "Got to keep you on your toes, viscount." She watched his eyes darken with want when she called him by his title. Benedict had whispered to her when they were walking in to do that at some point today. Now she understood why.

Anthony held back the groan he wanted to give at her words. He never thought he was the kind of man who would get turned on by a woman flirtatiously saying his title. But it falling from Penelope's lips sounding like that… it made the very ungentlemanly thought of her saying it while he was buried to hilt between her legs pop into his head.

Benedict heard Penelope say what he told her to, and his brother did not disappoint in reaction. He looked just about ready to devour the young redhead. "Pen, why don't I take you down to see High Flyer?"

Anthony cleared his throat. "I'm the horseman in this family, when was the last time you went riding?" He offered his hand to Penelope. "I'll take you. I want a better look at the horse that easily beat mine anyway."

With a beautiful smile, Penelope slid her hand into Anthony's following him out of their row and down towards the winner's circle. Lord Taylor, High Flyer's owner, gave the pair a grin as they headed over. "Bridgerton! Good to see you." Lord Taylor had been a good friend of Edmund Bridgerton's and had been a supporter of Anthony's when he first became viscount at 19. He had to earn the respect of the other men in society, prove his worth of his station. "I do hope you bet on my fine winner here."

Anthony smiled sheepishly. "I am sorry to say I did not. However, my lovely companion was smart enough to do so. I was hoping she could get a closer look."

"Yes, by all means!" Lord Taylor motioned to his trainer to bring High Flyer to the fence. The trainer tied the horse's lead around a fence post then wandered off to talk to the lord about High Flyer's post-race cooldown.

Penelope cooed at the horse, sliding her hand across the horse's nose. "Hi boy. You did so well." She laughed as High Flyer started nibbling at her hair. "I guess you like honeysuckle too huh?"

Anthony smiled as he watched the interaction. Of course, Penelope could even get a highly trained professional race horse to love her instantly. He came up behind her, settling his hands on the fence, one on either side of her caging her between the fence and his body. "You picked a good one." He leaned forward pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips, lingering. Her breath hitched at the tenderness of it. She was surprised at his actions, she was sure all she'd get out of him was just a quick peck on the cheek. "Congratulations Pen."

Before she could say anything, a male voice sounded behind them. "Bridgerton!"

Anthony stiffened, he knew that voice. "Fife." He slowly pulled himself away from Penelope to look at the other man. "How can I help you?"

Lord Fife sauntered closer, his eyes raking over Penelope. "Just wondering why you're monopolizing the most beautiful girl here at the races today." He reached out to take her hand. "Hello Miss Featherington."

Penelope rolled her eyes. Fife had always been one of the first in line to make fun of her at the balls, she didn't believe for one second he actually though her beautiful. She slipped her hand free before he could kiss the back of it. "Lord Fife."

He gave her a leering grin. "I was hoping I could escort you over to get a lemonade?" Both she and Anthony narrowed their eyes sat him. "I know we haven't always gotten along, entirely my fault, but I was hoping to rectify that."

His gaze reminded her too much of Bannon, and she subconsciously shrunk closer to Anthony. He noticed her unease. "Sorry Fife, Penelope is spoken for today."

Fife chuckled. "Not by you though, but your brother right?" He made a show of looking around. "I however don't see Benedict anywhere, it seems he abandoned his lady for day." He waggled his eyebrows at the redhead. "I'd love to step in."

Anthony moved to stand in front of Penelope fully, blocking her from view. "Fife, your advances are not wanted. Go."

The other man cocked his head. "I think you've had her enough Bridgerton. Don't you?"

The viscount smiled tightly, his expression rigid. "I'm only going to say it one more time. Leave, before I make you."

Fife scoffed with a shake of his head. "If you want to keep her for yourself so badly why don't you just marry the girl?"

Anthony took a step forward causing Fife to scramble back slightly. "Maybe I will. Now go." He watched with satisfaction as Fife hurried away from them. He turned back to Penelope, his features softening again. "Are you okay?"

She looked a little mystified. "Maybe you will?" Anthony floundered for an answer, only more so as he watched Penelope start to smile. She giggled at his struggle. "You're cute." She took hold of his wrist. "Come on, let's get back to your family."

Upon return from the races, the whole family scattered. Fran and Gregory went to go take a short nap, Eloise and Hyacinth went to go read in the library, while Violet excused herself to her personal room for a short while. Colin and Benedict gave each other another quick look then nodded.

Colin rubbed his stomach. "I think I need a snack."

Penelope widened her eyes. "Col, dinner will be ready soon."

He shrugged. "Yes, but I'm hungry now." He went over and wrapped her up into a hug. Anthony glared at how tight his brother clutched the redhead to him. "Let's talk later, okay?"

She nodded, watching bemusedly as her friend meandered his way towards the kitchen to ask the cook to whip him up some food. Benedict took her hand, shifting her attention to him. "Thank you for a lovely day, Penelope. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and hope to spend more time with you soon." He moved in and kissed her cheek. As he pulled away, he gave her a wink, then went to walk off.

"Benedict." Anthony's tone betrayed him, it was clear his brother's affections toward Penelope were getting to him. He walked over to his younger brother, dropping his voice so Penelope couldn't hear him. "I know you and Penelope have this little plan to make me jealous, well you succeeded so you can knock it off."

Ben sighed giving his brother a pointed look. "Are you going to do something about it? Because there is a real simple solution to your problem. Just go kiss the girl."

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ben, I can't."

Benedict shot a quick look to Penelope, who was pretending not to watch them, before he dragged Anthony into the morning room nearby. "Anthony, if you're not willing to entertain the idea you might have feelings for her, then you're the one who needs to knock it off. It's not fair to her. You can still be her friend without bringing romance into. Colin and I do it."

Anthony groaned. "I know I feel something for her, I'm not a complete idiot. But after Sienna…"

"Ant, Pen's not her. You know Penelope would never hurt you like that." He put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Just take it slow. Start with a kiss and take it from there."

"I don't want to hurt her, Ben. That would kill me."

Benedict shrugged. "Then don't. Be honest the whole way through. And if for some reason you two don't work or you chicken out, I'll marry her."

Anthony eyes snapped up to glare at his brother. "Excuse me?"

"I had a good day, I liked spending time with her."

"Do I need to worry about you?"

Ben shook his head. "Relax Ant, I'm not in love with her. I'm just saying she's a good woman and she'd make a wonderful wife." He patted Anthony on the back then left the room hoping his brother would finally realize what was right in front of him.

Anthony returned to the entrance hall but didn't see Penelope anywhere. He wondered if she had gone to her room tired of waiting on him, when the doorman cleared his throat. When Anthony looked at him, the doorman tipped his head toward the backyard. "Swings."

He nodded gratefully, then made his way outside. He found her sitting on one of the swings just admiring the grounds. The setting sun shined on her in the just the right way giving her a glow. "Hi."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Hi."

"What are you doing out here?"

She shrugged. "Nothing really, just wanted to watch the sunset. It's always been my favorite time of day. I love the way the sky turns purple, pink, and orange."

Anthony walked over, leaning up against the tree the swings hung from. "Want some company?"

Penelope smiled. "I always want you around me."

Her words from the night before rang in his head. He admired her ability to be so open, even when it scared her. "You know you teased me all day. That's not very nice, Pen."

She tilted her head and looked at him innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh no you don't." He crossed over taking hold of the ropes of her swing. "You are far from innocent Miss Featherington."

Penelope ducked under his arm grazing her nails cross his side as she did. He sucked in a breath at the contact. "What do you plan on doing about it, my lord?"

Anthony nodded as he slowly turned around to see her smiling face. "Well, there's really only one thing to do." He shot out a hand. snagging the skirt of her dress and yanked her to him. "I once told you this happens when you disagree with me."

Penelope shook her head. "No."

"It also happens when you tease me." Peals of laughter erupted from the young woman in his arms as Anthony dug his fingers into her sides, causing Penelope to squirm trying to evade him.

He spun her around, her back to his front, dancing his fingers along her ribcage. "A-A-Anthony! St-Stop!" She gasped for breath.

"I think you should apologize." She shook her head not willing to give in. "It's the only way I'll stop." He turned her back around to face him. He knew her ultimate weak spot. He reached down to grab her leg lifting it slightly, sliding his hand around to the back of her knee.

Penelope had hold of the lapels of his jacket, when he waggled his fingers behind her knee she yelped and ended up tugging on his jacket harder than she realized. She accidentally pulled enough to make him crash into her and upset his balance. In doing so, her own equilibrium was called into question. Too tangled together, neither one of them could grab onto anything to stop the inevitable. They both tumbled to the ground, Anthony turning them mid-fall, so he'd take the brunt of the hit. His back met the ground sharply, but they had enough inertia going to cause to them to roll a couple times before coming to a halt. Anthony groaned at the pain radiating up his back. "Oh, I am not a young man anymore."

Penelope meanwhile was taking note of the position they had landed in. Anthony was draped half across her, his legs tangled up with her own, while he had an arm planted on either side of her head, hovering above her. "Are you okay?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you." He raised his eyes up to meet hers suddenly realizing just where he was in relation to her. "Oh." He went to pull himself up and apologize but then a small giggle fell from Penelope, quickly followed by more until she was laughing in earnest.

He found himself joining in on her laughter, unable to stop. He dropped his head to her shoulder while she tucked her face into his neck they both only getting further amused by how funny the other one found everything to be.

Penelope pulled herself together, Anthony following her lead. He met her eyes again and soon dissolved into another fit of laughter, dragging Penelope along with him. "Stop laughing!" She shoved at him to move off her, which he did all the while trying to get his amusement under control. They both laid on the grass taking some deep breaths so as to not fall further into a laughing spell. Anthony took a deep breath then let it out before he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He offered a hand to Penelope, helping her up next to him. She had grass and leaves all tangled in her hair, her flower comb having loosened and barely hanging on, one shoulder of her dress slipping down her arm. "God I'm a mess."

To him, she had never looked better. "You look perfect."

She smiled at him, scooting over to wrap her arms around his neck. He cinched his arms around her waist pulling her close and burying his face in her hair. "You know I'd never hurt you."

"I know Pen. I know you wouldn't."

Chapter 11: So Close

Summary:

Anthony and Penelope have a moment in his study, then it's off the country.

Chapter Text

Dearest gentle reader,

A day at the Royal Races is always sure to get the heart racing with exhilaration as the horses take to the track. It is always such a good time for our esteemed members of the ton. It is also a great place for this author to hide in plain sight.

It was seen today that Lord Fife made his rounds through the eligible young ladies of the ton. From what this author has heard, he was not successful in charming any young woman into giving him even the smallest bit of her time. To be truthful, this author cannot help but applaud the young ladies on their excellent choices. It is probably best for Lord Fife's family line to end with him. Unfortunately, the young ladies of our dear society will continue to suffer his presence, as he does not seem to understand how to take a hint.

It has also reached this author's ears that Portia Featherington is currently working up a dastardly plan on how to get her eldest daughter wed. Final details have not yet emerged, but rest assured I will keep a close eye on the matriarch of the Featherington girls. Portia Featherington for all her faults is cunning, but this author considers it her sworn duty to ensure no poor young man is entrapped into the torture of suffering her as a mother-in-law.

For our final piece of gossip, it seems one Mr. Benedict Bridgerton took it upon himself to escort our scandalous Miss Penelope Featherington at the races today. He was seen being very affectionate with the young woman, kisses on the cheek and tender touches, and she seemed to receive it well. What exactly his intentions were this author is still unsure. However, our dear viscount seemed to be troubled by the match, which makes sense considering his own history and relationship with the youngest Featherington daughter. He was also seen spending one on one time with her, perhaps his brother's sudden interest has ignited something within him? This author must admit, the effect Miss Featherington has on these Bridgerton men is astounding. Perhaps I haven't given her enough credit? I am not often wrong, but it seems this time I might have spoken too soon.

However, do not forget dear reader that Miss Featherington's reputation has been left in tatters beyond repair ever since Mr. George Bannon aired her dirty secrets for all the ton to hear. This author can only hope one of the Bridgerton boys so enthralled by our little wallflower will pursue a marriage match. For if they do not, I do fear Miss Penelope Featherington will find herself becoming a spinster at so young of an age. And wouldn't that just prove her mother right?

Penelope ran a hand through her hair, reading over her finished column from the races. She bit her lip as she wondered how it would be received. She couldn't help but report on Lord Fife, after his interaction with her and Anthony, it had been comical to watch him strike out over and over. The man deserved to ripped apart far more than she had done, but honestly she just didn't consider him worth the effort.

She also had overheard her mother, not exactly a hard thing to do, as she loudly proclaimed to some of the other mamas how she believed Prudence would soon be making a most advantageous match. The new Baron Featherington had arrived, and his presence had apparently sparked Portia's tenacity. She had a feeling what her mother's plan was, but she wasn't willing to print it just yet without proof.

Penelope also thought over the last two paragraphs. She had to report about Benedict, the races were a highly public affair. But she couldn't be too complimentary of herself, it'd be too sharp of a change in content. It hit a little closer to home than she had originally intended, but her quill had flown across the page as the words came to her.

She folded up the column then grabbed a book to stick it in between the pages. While here at Bridgerton house, it wasn't as hard to get the columns to Anthony. Last time, she had merely done the same thing, placing her column in a book then she snuck into his study and left it on his desk. She knew he would notice the new addition to his pile of things. Her last issue had been printed so clearly it had worked. She intended to do the same thing tonight. She did miss their trips to the meadow. God, that seems so long ago.

She tossed her dressing robe on over her nightgown. The book also gave her a good excuse if she was seen walking the halls by someone one. She could easily say she was just returning the book to the library. Once decent, she exited her room padding her way down the hall to the stairs. She quickly descended to the ground floor and made a sharp right to head towards Anthony's study. As before, she slowly turned the knob and slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her. She crossed over and placed the book on his desk, a little off to the side.

Penelope caught sight of a marked-up piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of one of the piles on his desk. She carefully pulled it free, smiling amusedly as she saw it was his original list from when they first started spending time together. Her gaze moved over to where the sofa they had sat on was. God, things were so much simpler then. At the time, she hadn't realized what all he could mean to her. She slid the piece of paper back where she found it, turning to leave.

As she reached for the knob, the door suddenly swung inward toward her. She stepped back a few paces to ensure the door didn't run into her. Anthony looked up, stunned by her presence in his study. "Hi Pen."

She smiled sheepishly. "Hi." She felt like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I was just dropping off my column."

Anthony eyes lit up in understanding, closing the door behind him with a firm snap. "It's clever, using the book."

She bit her lip. "I knew you'd figure it out." She watched as he retrieved the column from between the pages of the book, heading towards the sofa. He reached out to take her hand as he passed by her, wordlessly taking her along with him.

Anthony helped her sit before settling into the cushions next to her. He unfolded the paper, his eyes beginning to take in the words she'd written. His lips upturned into a smile. "You are far too nice about Fife."

Penelope tipped her head in agreement. "I know, but honestly he's not worth the effort. But I couldn't help mentioning his abysmal performance today. The young ladies are getting wise."

The viscount looked like he didn't fully agree. "Eh, that's debatable." He continued reading through the part about her mother. She could tell he was thinking the same thing she was. "Didn't the new Baron Featherington recently arrive?" Penelope just nodded. "You don't think she's…"

"It's a high probability."

Anthony's eyebrows rose. "Oh." Neither said anything for a moment. "It's a distant relation right?"

Penelope nodded. "Yes, and I believe one mainly through marriage not blood. But still…"

"You're related."

"Yes." She met Anthony's eyes, he was running a hand through his hair clearly trying to contain his laughter. She couldn't help the giggles that escaped her. "That's my mother for you." At that he laughed heartily, his entire face lighting up. God, he was gorgeous. She liked this moment, it felt like it did in the beginning.

Anthony appraised her. "I swear I will never understand how you are so amazing when she is one who birthed you. You are a true marvel." He held her gaze for a few moments, drinking in the way her eyes were the color of the sea. Tearing his eyes from hers, he returned to the article, reading the part about them.

She watched him closely as he read. She saw the flashes of jealousy reappear as he read about Benedict's affections with her. She also saw the way his brows furrowed as he reached the last paragraph. He sighed, leaning forward to place her column on the table. "Do you think it's okay?"

He pondered for a moment before quoting, "This author can only hope one of the Bridgerton boys so enthralled by our little wallflower will pursue a marriage match. For if they do not, I do fear Miss Penelope Featherington will find herself becoming a spinster at so young of an age." He sighed. "You call your reputation tattered beyond repair. That's my fault."

Penelope moved closer to him, slipping her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. "No, it's not. Besides, my reputation never did anything for me. As I told you, I don't match the ton's traditional standard of beauty. I could have an impeccable reputation, and nothing would be any different."

Anthony rested his chin on the top of her head. He loved them like this. Penelope Featherington really had become his best friend. "Ben said he'd marry you."

The redhead gasped in surprise. "What?"

"He had a good time with you today, said he enjoyed spending his time in your company. He called you a good woman and said you'd make a wonderful wife."

Penelope was quiet for a moment, the tone of his voice was almost resigned. "Ben's sweet but remember it's the handsome brooding men that are my type. One man in particular."

Anthony let out a breath, leaning back into the corner of the sofa, taking her with him. She ended up bringing her legs up onto the couch, curling them under her, her head on his chest. He had an arm wrapped around her waist. "How did we get here Pen? Are we really the old cliché? Boy and girl become friends, girl becomes his favorite person in the world, boy runs scared, girl doesn't let him."

She smiled softly at his words. "There are worse things to be. But Anthony, we don't have to be anything more than what we are now. You just have to tell me what you want. That way I know where we stand."

He didn't say anything for a bit, worry began to gnaw at Penelope's stomach. She was just about to pull away when he whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss you. Kiss you so deeply my lips become imprinted on your own."

A noise of agreement slipped from her as she sat up a little from her position, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "Anthony I want you to kiss me."

His expression was one a mix of longing and apprehension. His eyes flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes. "Pen, if I do, we can't ever take it back. Even if we stay just as we are now, we'll always know the taste of each's other's lips."

Penelope leaned in a little closer to him, "I'm willing to take that risk. Are you?"

Anthony's pulse quickened at her words. He slid a hand into her hair, the thumb of his other brushing across her lips. "Pen, I'm scared to death."

"Don't kiss me if you're unsure. Don't be cruel."

Anthony swallowed nervously. She looked so lovely, watching him with a look of care and wanting, waiting patiently to see what he was going to do.

Penelope tried not to fidget. This was a big moment for them, but it had to be Anthony's choice. She only wondered what he would do. Anthony gave her a small smile before leaning in. He stopped centimeters from her lips giving her time to change her mind. She gave him a reassuring smile, moving her hands to his neck to pull him in the rest of the way. His lips had just touched hers when the door to Anthony's study burst open.

"Anthony have you seen Pen? Eloise said she's not in her r-" Colin's eyes widened at the seen in front of him, Anthony and Penelope springing away from each other at his intrusion. "Oh." He laughed nervously at the glare he was getting from his brother and the intense blush on his best friend's face. "I'm clearly interrupting something. Something important."

Penelope's tone had a small bite to it. "You think?"

Colin looked deeply sorry. "The mood is ruined right? Even after I leave." Anthony's glare only intensified. "That is unfortunate. Well, I'm going to go, and I will stoically receive my smacks from both of you in the morning before we leave for Aubrey Hall. Goodnight!" The third Bridgerton son practically ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The mood had been effectively altered. Penelope knew it'd be pointless to try and get it back. "We're going to Aubrey Hall?"

Anthony ran a hand over his face as he tried to keep his gaze off her lips. "Yes, mother is wanting to host a day party the day after tomorrow, followed by her annual Hearts and Flowers Ball."

The redhead head looked surprised. "Oh, I didn't realize it already time for that."

Anthony could only nod. "That it is."

A tense silence surrounded the pair, the almost kiss hanging over them. Penelope sighed a little and gave him a smile. "I should go." Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in placing a hand at his neck while pressing her lips to his cheek. "Goodnight Anthony."

"Goodnight Pen." She stood and headed towards the door, giving him one last longing look before she left to return to her room.

The following morning, Rielle put Penelope through her morning routine, getting her ready for the trip to Aubrey Hall. She had already packed up most of her lady's things the night before, only keeping out what she would need to get Penelope ready. After cleansing and being dressed in her chemise and corset, Rielle fitted the redhead into lavender day gown. The waistline was ruched to show off Penelope's curves and it had puffed, mesh sleeves reaching to her elbow.

Rielle pulled Penelope's hair into a low, loose ponytail at the base of her neck, securing it with a dark purple ribbon. She pulled a lock of hair free on either side to frame Penelope's face. It was a nice and light look, perfect for the country. "Okay, go on and head down. I'm going to finish packing your things." The lady's maid shooed her out of the room with a smile.

Penelope exited her room only to run into a solid body. A warm arm caught her around the waist keeping her upright. She looked up into Anthony's beautiful brown eyes. 'Hi."

He breathed out a laugh. "Hi." The charged energy between them was palpable. "I'm starting to lose count how many times I've told you look beautiful."

She laughed a little shaking her head at him. "You and your Bridgerton charm. Are you trying to make me swoon?"

He grinned down at her. "Is it working?"

"Maybe a little." She gently pulled out of his hold. "I am the last one ready?"

Anthony shook his head offering his arm. "No, just someone not motivated by their stomach. Everyone is having breakfast before we head out." The duo descended the stairs, and he led her into the dining room where the rest of the family, along with Simon and Daphne, were gathered.

Violet smiled at the picture they made. She still wasn't entirely sure what to make of Benedict's affections toward the redhead yesterday, but she could tell her eldest son was slowly falling in love with Penelope Featherington. "Good morning my dears. Eat up, we do not want to be late getting on the road. There is much to do, and I expect all my girls, that includes you Penelope, to help me once we arrive at Aubrey Hall. The staff will have gathered all the necessary decorations already, but I shall like to help get everything organized."

Penelope took the seat at Anthony's right, next to Benedict. "Good morning Pen." He poured some orange juice for her then asked, "What would like this morning? Eggs, toast, fruit?"

Anthony had his head cocked to side as he stared at his brother. Hadn't they just talked about him knocking off this behavior? "Just some fruit and toast will be fine." The viscount, as well as other members of the family, watched as rather than letting a staff member help, Benedict spooned out fruit for the redhead and snagged two pieces of toast from the platter for her, grabbing the butter and jam as well.

Colin, who hadn't realized Ben was going to keep up his attentions until Anthony finally snapped, coughed into his napkin trying to muffle his laugh. He hadn't yet been able to tell Benedict about what he walked in on last night, so his brother wasn't aware of how close Anthony was to finally kissing Penelope. "Did you sleep well Pen?'

She heard the teasing in her friend's tone. "I slept just fine, thank you."

"And you brother?" Colin had tossed an amused smirk at his eldest brother, he was pretty sure if looks could kill he'd be dead 10 times over.

"Colin, shut up." The younger brother lifted his hands in surrender.

Daphne and Simon, who hadn't been present at the races, looked at each other confused. "What is going on?"

Anthony sent a smile his sister's way. "Nothing, Daph. Don't worry about it. Now everyone hurry up. We'll need to be on our way soon."

The family arrived at Aubrey Hall without much incident. Other than Gregory having accidentally catching the hem of Francesca's new dress with his shoe, causing the dress to rip slightly when Fran went to take a step, things had run smoothly. Granted, Anthony did have to catch his sister around the middle when she went to lunge at Greg, and his brother had not made things better by making faces at her just out of her reach. Colin had come over to cuff Gregory around the head, before frog marching the young boy out to the carriages.

Upon arrival, the three eldest sons hastened to the other carriage as to do their duty of escorting their mother and sisters. Daphne and Simon had ridden in their own carriage, and Simon was currently lifting his wife from the carriage, an overly cautious husband when came to her pregnancy. When Benedict went to open the door of the women's carriage, Anthony caught him by the collar of his jacket, yanking him backwards. Colin helped steady his brother, the two sharing a silent snigger.

Anthony opened the door, smiling at Penelope, who was seated closest. "Come on little love."

Penelope eyebrows rose at the term of endearment, but nonetheless accepted his outstretched hand, allowing him to help her down. While keeping hold of her, he also reached out to help Eloise, who quickly took hold of her brother's hand to escape listening to her mother berate her for not wanting to help arrange flowers. With a girl on each arm, Anthony began the walk up to the house, following his sister and brother-in-law.

Benedict took Francesca and Violet with him, while Colin got Hyacinth and had his hand on Gregory's shoulder. Upon arrival in the entrance hall, head of the household staff member, Mrs. Danforth came up to the family and curtsied. "Welcome home Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton." She met Violet's eyes. "My lady, we have all the preparations ready and gathered."

"Thank your Mrs. Danforth. Alright ladies, bid your brothers farewell we have much to do." She pressed a kiss to Ben's cheek, then made the rounds catching Gregory, Colin, and Anthony before she made her way over to the bundles and bundles of fresh flowers along with candles and ribbon, Hyacinth and Francesca following her.

Daphne kissed Simon then went to help Penelope who was trying to extract Eloise from her eldest brother. Anthony simply laughed as Eloise clung to his arm all in a bid to get out flower arranging.

"Honestly, Eloise let go. You're acting like a child. It's decorating not going off to war."

Penelope sighed looking up at Anthony. "Mind helping? You could easily remove her."

"And miss the show? Not a chance." After another few minutes, Daphne finally lost her patience and grabbed a lock of Eloise's hair tugging on it. The pain did in fact causes Eloise to let go of Anthony, one hand going to her hair, the other reaching out to smack her sister. Daphne however caught hold of her outstretched hand and dragged her over to where Violet and their sisters were.

Penelope laughed at her friend's actions. She was so hell bent on proving she was not just another mindless debutante she almost took it too far. Eloise was brilliant and longed for opportunities beyond what ladies their age was offered. She supposed her friend was ahead of her time as well. She went to join the women, giving Anthony a dazzling smile as she walked away.

Benedict came up beside Anthony, clapping a hand to his shoulder. "What's it going to be Ant? Are you going make a move on the girl or is she to be my future wife?"

A growl erupted from Anthony's throat. "If you say that again, I will kill you."

All he got was a large grin in return. "Well tell you what, how about we go for a round of fencing and you can give it your best shot."

As Benedict steered Anthony away, Simon and Colin followed the duke giving his brother-in-law a questioning look. "Okay, what is going on?"

Colin laughed. "Ben is trying to see how far he can push Anthony before he snaps."

"About Penelope?" Colin nodded gleefully. "I'd say he's doing a remarkable job."

"Oh top-notch."

Hours later, the house now festooned in flowers, greenery, and ribbon Penelope headed up to the room assigned to her to get changed for dinner. As she was heading up the stairs, Colin called her name and jogged up to meet her. "Hey."

She laughed lightly as she surveyed him. His hair was windblown, and his fencing attire wrinkled. "Hi. Isn't fencing supposed to be a fairly elegant sport? You look like you've been rolling around on the ground."

Colin winced a little as he rubbed his hip. "Let' just say Anthony exacted his revenge on me for interrupting last night. I don't think I've ever been knocked on my ass more when fencing. Although Benedict got it much worse."

"Why?"

He rolled his eyes at the redhead. "Really Pen, why? Benedict's affections with you this morning."

Pen scoffed. "He was just being nice."

"Well apparently Ben being nice to you if enough to make Anthony rather annoyed." He smirked widely at her. "What have you done to my brother?"

She reached out to smack his arm. "Nothing thanks to you. Honestly don't you knock rather than just barging in. I finally had him talking and you just ruined it."

Colin looked affronted. "I was just looking for you, I didn't know you were in there!"

"Where else did you think I was? I'm assuming you asked Anthony last so if you hadn't found my anywhere else…"

"I didn't think you were in there, practically in my brother's lap getting ready to –

"Colin!"

He raised in hands in surrender for the second time that day. "Just saying."

Penelope shook her head at him. "I hate you, you know that?"

He laughed, blowing her a kiss as he headed for his own room. "Love you too babe."

Penelope rolled her eyes at him, before entering her room. After she closed the door behind her, she startled at the sight of the object of her affections seated on her bed. "Anthony!"

He stood up, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry Pen, I didn't mean to surprise you. I just wanted to ask you something."

Her heart had jumped in surprise when she saw him, but it continued to race as he moved in front of her. "Okay."

Anthony took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "Penelope, may I have the honor of being your escort at tomorrow's Hearts and Flowers Ball?"

Penelope bit her lip. "My escort? As in to go with you entirely?"

"Yes."

"Are you trying to make me swoon again?"

He tipped his head slightly. "Maybe just a little bit."

She giggled lightly at his words. "I would love to, Anthony."

He grinned broadly. "Perfect." He leaned in to softly kiss her cheek. "I'll see you at dinner." With that he left, and Penelope wondered if he was finally ready to let her in.

Chapter 12: Listen To Your Heart

Summary:

It's time for the Hearts and Flowers Ball and Anthony makes a decision.

Notes:

Get ready to swoon because this chapter will do you in. Hehe

Chapter Text

"Alright everyone, our guests should be here any moment. Oh, you all look wonderful." Violet had all her children, including Simon and Penelope, lined up in front of her in the foyer of Aubrey Hall. The ancestral home was overly decked out in flowers and greenery for the upcoming ball, but first Violet had wanted to have a lovely, outside day party for their guests.

Eloise sighed. "Mother why do you insist on having this party? We're already going to have to mingle with these people at the ball."

Violet sent her daughter a look. "Eloise, even though I have given you your freedom to just enjoy your season without the pressure of looking for a husband, it is still important to mingle with the other young men and women your age. You might even find you like some of them. Besides, as hosts it is our duty to provide exceptional entertainment."

Eloise linked her arm with Penelope's. "I have Pen, I don't need any more friends."

Colin smirked at his sister. "Yes, but maybe Pen would like it if you had more friends. Give her a break." He yelped in pain when Eloise stamped on his foot. "This is why you can't make any other friends."

Anthony settled his gaze on to his siblings. "Children, behave.

Both Colin and Eloise gave their eldest brother identical looks of shock, while the rest of the Bridgertons, Simon, and Penelope all quietly laughed. Colin turned to face his brother. "Did you just call me a child?"

Anthony smirked. "Yes I did."

"You are not that much older than me."

"I'm enough older. Now listen to mother or no snacks for a week." At that, Benedict and Simon bust out laughing, Daphne and Penelope putting a hand over their mouths to muffle their amusement.

Violet laughed lightly as well. "Okay, thank you Anthony dearest. Daphne, would you mind helping me welcome our guests to the party?" Linking arms with her daughter, Lady Bridgerton led her family outside to where the first of the carriages were pulling in.

Penelope, still attached to Eloise, followed her friend's lead away from the beautifully decorated lawn where tables were dispersed with a canopy over each to keep them shaded from the sun, buffet tables laden with every kind of finger sandwich and pastry imaginable, and Eloise's chosen path also conveniently kept them away from where the party's guests would be congregating for the day. "Ugh, I do detest the idea of this whole affair. I already do not enjoy societal obligations and now because my mother is phenomenal at being the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton I must endure this twice."

The redhead rolled her eyes playfully at her friend's displeasure. "El, it could be worse. At least we're here at your home. And look at this party your mother has put on, it is remarkable. Lady Whistledown won't have one bad word to say about it."

The brunette begrudgingly agreed. "Yes, mother is talented. But speaking of Lady Whistledown, I was reading another pamphlet by the printer the other day-"

Penelope felt herself slightly blanch. Eloise was far too observant for her own good. How on Earth had her friend had been able to deduce the slightly smudged k's her printer used for the Lady Whistledown columns was also present in other reading pamphlets, therefore figuring out which printing shop she used for her business. It led to her having to purchase a new letter K for the printer from her own money so as to try and throw Eloise off the scent. "El! I thought we had decided that printer was not connected to Lady Whistledown, those letter k's in her articles have not been smudged for some time now have they?"

Eloise waved off her comments. "I have the pamphlet because it is a rather radical publication which is why I seem to like it so much. I met the apprentice there, Mr. Theo Sharpe-"

Penelope felt her pulse quicken unpleasantly, but now not only concerned about Eloise figuring her out but also what her friend being seen on that side of town could do to her reputation. "You know his name? Don't you think you're getting into dangerous waters being on that side of town?"

"What side of town?" Both girls spun at the sound of Anthony's voice behind them. "Pen?"

Oh, this isn't good. "Nothing, Anthony."

He scrutinized both her and his sister. "No, you two may look like innocent young ladies but I have bore witness to the kind of trouble you can get into. Now what side of town?"

Eloise didn't know what to say to her brother, if it was Ben or Colin in front of her she'd easily be able to talk her way out of it. But she had never been able to fool Anthony. Penelope could see the panic on her friend's face, so she disengaged her arm from Eloise, instead stepping in close to Anthony settling a hand on his chest. "When do you leave for the hunt?"

Her action effectively distracted Anthony from his previous line of questioning. "In about an hour."

"So soon?" She faux pouted making him laugh. "Would you mind taking me for a turn around the party before you go?"

He grinned at her. "Aren't I supposed to be the one asking you that?"

She shrugged with a wicked little smile on her face. "Just couldn't help myself." With a shake of his head at her antics, which he could admit were cute as hell, offered her his arm. She easily slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, looking back at Eloise who mouthed 'Thank you' to her, not noticing her mother coming up behind her.

Hopefully having averted that disaster, Penelope focused on having Anthony at her side, ignoring the flabbergasted looks from the other young ladies. "So why do men go on a hunt? Where is the fun in chasing down innocent animals?"

Anthony ignored her question. "What part of town is Eloise going to?" Penelope bit her lip, trying not to rat her friend out. "Is it to the printer that Lady Whistledown uses?"

"God you are astute."

He smiled brightly at her. "Why thank you."

Penelope giggled at his response but soldiered forward. "Yes, it is to the printer. She noticed a little while back that the k's in the articles were slightly smudged. I suppose in her frenzy to discover who Whistledown was she cross referenced every other pamphlet and discovered that the ones from that printer also had smudged k's."

Anthony sighed heavily. "My sister…she is extremely intelligent, and I love her dearly, but she has no sense of self-preservation."

"I do worry about her. When Eloise is focused on something she tends to go full force."

He noticed the way she furrowed her brow in thought. "What?"

Penelope met his eyes. "Do you think maybe I should tell her?"

Anthony whistled lowly as he pondered it over. "I don't know. If she knew she certainly wouldn't be needing to traverse off to the printer's, or at least I'd hope not. But Pen, you know El. She'll be upset at first."

The redhead leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked. "I know, but I don't want Eloise to harm herself without realizing. Maybe if I let her know, yes she'll be furious and she won't speak to me for a short while, but at least her obsession will be over because she'll know the answer to the mystery."

The viscount pressed a kiss to her hair. He groaned slightly at the scent of jasmine, he remembered the smell from dancing with her at Lady Danbury's ball. Every time he twirled her around he was enveloped by it. "Whether you tell her or not is your choice. I'll support you either way."

She smiled prettily up at him. "Thank you."

"Lord Bridgerton! How lovely to see you." Penelope and Anthony turned to see Cressida Cowper giving Anthony an overly sweet smile. "I do always love coming to Aubrey Hall for a party."

"I'll pass along your compliments to my mother. Excuse us." Without sparing her a glance, he moved to lead Penelope away, but Cressida stepped into his path.

The blonde looked slightly panicked. "I merely wanted to apologize to you, my lord. At Lady Danbury's ball earlier this season unfortunately you saw me at my worst, and I am beyond mortified by my behavior. I do hope you'll accept my apologies."

Anthony had noticed how Cressida was yet to acknowledge the young woman on his arm. It was pissing him off more and more each second that passed. "I believe it is Penelope who deserves your apologies."

Cressida's eyes flicked over to Penelope. "Oh." She was blatantly reluctant but nonetheless said, "I apologize Miss Featherington for my behavior at Lady Danbury's ball."

Penelope had to laugh a little, her longtime bully's face looked as though the words she just said tasted like poison. Anthony however was not satisfied yet. "And?"

Cressida seemed confused. "I beg your pardon, my lord?"

"You're not done apologizing yet. After all, George Bannon was your doing." Her eyes widened in fear. "Yes, he sung like a bird and sold you out in a minute. That you told him Penelope was an easy target to satisfy his father's demands. Tell me," Anthony stepped in front of Penelope bearing down on the other woman. "were you also aware you old friend assaults women?"

The blonde opened and closed her mouth, trying to come up with a response. "I-I-I know he is a l-little forward."

Anthony's eyes flashed angrily. "Is that what you call it? Is that what you call Penelope almost being…" He still refused to say the word. It made his stomach turn. Cressida shuffled backward slightly, not sure what to say.

Penelope tried not to take satisfaction in how her the other girl could barely string two words together. She moved out from behind Anthony to place a gentle hand on his arm. "Anthony, I'm fine. Just ignore her."

Her touch calmed him slightly, he reached out to settle a hand at her waist. "Miss Cowper, when I learned of your part in that awful farce, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Do you see the man talking to you mother?" He tipped his head over where Lady Cowper and a young gentlemen stood, seemingly having a heated discussion. "That is Mr. Sanders. He works at White's. As I knew this would be the next time I'd be in your vicinity, he is here on my invitation. "

Cressida swallowed nervously. "My lord?"

"He is currently telling her about what all it is you've done, bringing Bannon, bullying your fellow young ladies. He is also telling her about how all the gentlemen at the club have had long conversations about how you are just too much of a problem, there is too much about you to fix, how they think you would cause them too much embarrassment. And that they do not seem to think you worth their time." Anthony gave her a cold look. "All it took was me having a few conversations with a few of the other lords to ruin you. Do you notice how gentlemen run away from you now? How instead of engaging you in conversation they'd rather do anything else. No man wants a woman who is so selfish and vain that she can only find importance by hurting others. What kind of daughters would you raise? I know you mother isn't the best out there, but she did at least try to raise you properly. What a disappointment you must be to her."

Cressida had lost all color in her face. She knew as well as anyone that if Anthony had gone and spoken about her less than favorable actions to other gentlemen they would listen and take note. Anthony Bridgerton had possibly the largest sway and influence in the ton, his word was hardly ever challenged. "I didn't mean any harm."

"Yes you did." Anthony advanced upon the blonde once more, Penelope's grip on his hand the only thing holding him back. "You have never been on the receiving end of the ton's judgement. You are about to find out how that feels. I would like to say I took no pleasure in ruining you, but I'm just not that good of a liar." He glared at the blonde for another few seconds before he laced his fingers with Penelope's. "Come along Pen." He pulled her past Cressida, who was still rooted to the spot looking absolutely ashen.

Penelope waited until they were a few yards away before she pulled Anthony to a stop. "Did you really do that?"

Anthony nodded. "I told you I would take care of her as well."

"That you did." She reached up on toes to wrap her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

He pulled her tight against him, his arms looped around her waist. He could feel the stares on them, but honestly couldn't care. "Anything for you."

Penelope sat at the vanity in her room, willing her heart to stop racing. The ball was in an hour and Anthony said he would come collect her from her room so that they could enter the ballroom together. Rielle set her hands on her lady's shoulders. "Relax miss, you are going to take his breath away. I'll make sure of it." She headed to the closet, thumbing through the dress selections, finally finding the one she was looking for. Rielle pulled out the dress and showed it to Penelope. "I think it is time for this one."

Anthony took a deep breath in his room, double checking he looked alright. His heart was hammering in his chest. Ever since he had almost kissed Penelope in his study, it was all he could think about. She was all he could think about. He had told her he wanted to wait for something natural to happen…nothing was more natural than how he felt about her. He took a glance at the clock, seeing it was time to go pick up Penelope. He left his room and walked to the other end of the hall. Once outside her room, he took a deep breath then knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Penelope and Anthony felt his heart stop beating. She gave him a shy smile. She had donned a lilac, tulle ballgown that fit her like perfection. The most prominent and noticeable feature of the dress was just off-shoulder sleeves with ruffles to give the dress an air of sexiness. The sweetheart neckline led to a ruched bodice to accentuate her waist and a wide-open circular A-line skirt flowed down to the brush the floor. It was a gorgeous dress with no tacky embellishments, it merely highlighted the beauty of the woman wearing it.

As it was the Hearts and Flowers ball, her beautiful red hair had been fashioned into a wide, loose braid trailing down the length of her back with baby's breath, white roses and eucalyptus woven throughout the braid creating a romantic look. She had a few wavy pieces of hair left loose on either side of her face. Rielle had also dusted her hair with the shimmery powder from the first ball to have it sparkle under the lights.

Her face had been minimally made up, Rielle never thought she required much. She had brushed a light copper across the redhead's eyelids, followed up with a deep orange along the edge. A thin strip of charcoal eye liner along the lower line and curled, voluminous eyelashes made her eyes mesmerizing. A light coral blush had been applied to cheeks and a nude lip rounded out her look. Anthony was gob smacked, unable to stop trailing his eyes up and down her body. Penelope squirmed a little under his gaze. "Do I look okay?"

He stepped closer to her, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you." The scent of her perfume hit him full force, an intoxicating mixture of pear blossom and sandalwood. He reached for her hand, pressing his lips to the tips of her fingers. Penelope felt her heart swell, unable to look away from him. Anthony Bridgerton was all she could see in that moment. He offered her his arm with a charming smile, "Shall we?"

She took his arm, pulling herself in tight to him. "I'm ready if you are." With a nod, Anthony led her down the staircase into the decked out entrance hall, a few guests still milling around admiring the decorations. Plenty of people turned to watch the couple as they arrived. Anthony felt a surge of pride at having Penelope on his arm, he didn't care how many men might look at her tonight, because for tonight she was all his.

They entered the ballroom, even more lavishly decorated then the foyer. Penelope had to hand it to Violet, the woman knew how to throw a ball. Lady Bridgerton looked up from her place beside Eloise, bringing a hand to her heart as she watched her firstborn enter the ballroom with Penelope on his arm. "Your brother is escorting Penelope tonight."

Eloise, slightly caught off guard, hurriedly followed her mother's gaze. There indeed was her best friend, looking incredibly beautiful, on the arm of her eldest brother. Her eyebrows rose as she shared a glance with Violet. "He's escorting her? Doesn't that mean…"

Lady Bridgerton couldn't help the joyful noise that slipped from her. "It's something mainly courting couples do." She waved the pair over, a large grin on her face. As they drew close, Violet reached over and hugged Penelope tightly. "Oh, my darling girl, look at you. You are beyond beautiful."

Penelope blushed at the praise. "Thank you Lady Bridgerton. It is all Rielle's magic."

"An artist is nothing without a stunning view to capture on the canvas." Benedict emerged from behind the pair, winking at Penelope. Colin had filled him in on the late night study interruption, plus Anthony arriving to the ball with Penelope on his arm pretty much told Ben everything he needed to know. "Brother, I must applaud you on your impeccable choice in your partner for the evening. I however must mourn my loss."

Anthony rolled his eyes, his brother really did know how to lay it on thick. "I suppose if Pen is comfortable with the idea, I could spare her for one dance."

Benedict grinned. "I'd be most delighted."

Penelope laughed at their interaction. "You two are impossible."

Eloise suddenly looked terrified and grabbed Penelope's free hand. "He's coming towards me, a suitor."

Violet smiled at the gentleman making his way forward. "That is Lord Morrison. I'm sure he is only looking to share a dance."

"I do not want to dance, that leads to other things."

Penelope gave her friend's hand a reassuring squeeze. "El, one dance won't hurt. Who knows he could be a wonderful conversationalist. Besides it would entertain me so much for you to accept the dances you are offered so I might hear about them. There is only so more much I can hear about a pamphlet."

Eloise glared lightly at the redhead. "That's easy for you to say, you have Anthony as your partner all night. Someone you know and enjoy spending time with."

Lord Morrison had reached the group, bowing to the three ladies and introducing himself. "Miss Eloise, may I have the honor?"

The brunette feigned ignorance. "Of what?"

Both Anthony and Benedict had to bite back their laughter at the look on Lord Morrison's face. One of the best things about Eloise being out was the comical way she completely confused the eligible men of the ton. Penelope shot Ben a pointed look and lightly smacked Anthony on the arm. "El, I believe he is asking if you would like to dance."

Violet gently lifted her daughter's hand, placing it in the lord's extended one. "She'd be delighted." Eloise shot her mother a pleading look. "Remember hosts."

Eloise looked at Penelope as if she had betrayed her. "You wish to be entertained." Penelope shrugged sheepishly at her friend.

Anthony shook his head, before looking back to Penelope. "May I have the honor of this dance?"

She gave him a grin. As he was escorting her, technically he needn't ask. "You may have the honor of them all." He smiled at her, leading her out to the floor. They took up position beside Eloise and Lord Morrison. As the dance began, the pair moved beautifully across the floor, it was almost as if they had been made to dance with one another. Vaguely, Penelope could hear Eloise in conversation with the lord but as Anthony spun her around before bringing her back in close, maybe a little more so than proper, she could only focus on his handsome face. "You truly are a wonderful dancer."

Anthony laughed, recalling how both in his study and at Lady Danbury's ball she had said much the same. "Well, we did already establish I'm a fantastic dancer."

"It's a shame you don't do it more."

He sighed. "Tonight, I will dance as much as you want. I only ask one favor, if they play the Irish jig we pass on that one."

Penelope laughed in agreement. "I think that'll be alright."

A commotion next to them drew their attention. Eloise was seeming to leave the dance floor when Lord Morrison grabbed her arm. Anthony did not appreciate that. "Release my sister, now." Lord Morrison dropped her arm like it burned him.

Eloise glared at the lord. "Next time you compliment woman, try not to insult her entire sex in the process." She stormed off the floor, Penelope sending Anthony an apologetic look before making to follow her.

"Eloise!" Penelope pushed her way through people when suddenly she was yanked back. "Mama?"

Portia smiled widely at her daughter. "There you are, I have been looking for you everywhere. Have you heard the good news?" At her confused look, Portia continued. "Your sister and the new Baron Featherington are to be married!"

Anthony came up beside her, once he saw her mother grab at her he instantly pushed his way through people to reach her. He didn't trust Portia around Penelope. The redhead tried to work her lips into an elated smile at her mother's news but honestly it just felt weird. "That is wonderful."

Lady Featherington smiled nastily at her daughter. "Yes, between your sisters' marriages they actually are doing something to help this family. Tell me my dear girl, what are you doing?"

Anthony prickled at her insinuation. "Lady Featherington, watch your tone when speaking to Penelope."

Portia, while intimidated by him, still managed to say, "Why Lord Bridgerton, the main man responsible for my third daughter being ruined. You should do the respectable thing and marry her."

"Despite what Mr. Bannon proclaimed, I have not compromised Penelope in any way. Nor have my brothers, as we already told you. You should try believing in your daughter for a change."

"You really expect me to believe with her living over there with you, in such close quarters, nothing has occurred behind your mother's back?"

Penelope let out a deep breath. "Why do you despise me so? What did I ever do to you to deserve your cruelty?" A crowd had drawn around them now.

Portia reached out to grasp Penelope's chin. "I do not despise you Penelope, believe it or not I do love you. You just have nothing to offer me, which makes you useless."

Penelope looked as though her mother had slapped her across the face. Anthony on the other hand was enraged. While he wanted to shout at her to leave, the crowd was still looking on intently. He grasped Penelope's hand, pulling her behind him. At his action, Portia looked surprised. He kept his voice low so as to keep the crowd for hearing. "Get out of my house. You are not going to come here and insult her like that, I will not allow it."

His voice might've been low and even, but his expression was one of pure anger. Portia recoiled slightly. "Lord Bridgerton this is family-"

"She is my family. Get. Out. Now." Not wanting to incur his fury, Portia hurriedly made her way back to where Prudence and a moody Baron Featherington stood. She quickly ushered them out. The ball continued around them, the music still playing. Anthony swept his gaze along any person still watching him and Penelope, forcing them to go back to their own business. He turned back to Penelope. He meant to check that she was okay after her mother's hurtful words, but the way she was looking at him caught him off guard. "Pen?"

She was looking at him in a sort of awe. "First Cressida, now my mother. You really will stand up to anyone for me."

Anthony brushed some hair away from her face. "Always."

Despite Eloise's departure, the ball was running beautifully. As promised, Anthony spun her about the dance floor as many times as she wished. He'd do anything just to see her smile. When it was time for the waltz, Anthony gave her a heart-stopping smile. "It's our dance."

Penelope felt her heart stutter as she took his hand, following him out to the floor. Anthony gave her a little smirk before bowing to her. She laughed but curtsied in return. The music started up and he took her hands in his. He brought her forward, her chest to his shoulder, then back and brought her in again this time on his other side. She grinned at him as he led her in a circle around him before taking hold of her left hand and spinning her. They turned to the side, still holding hands, taking a few measured steps forward. Penelope spun to face him, keeping her hand in his, taking a couple more steps backward before she took her skirt in hand, quickly stepping around to be in front of him, being caught in his arms as she did so.

He led her through the traditional steps before spinning her out with his left arm then bringing her in and spinning her out with his right. Penelope took a few steps away pirouetting on her toes, Anthony taking her into his arms once more. He swayed them a few times then both spun around before taking up a traditional waltz pose again. Moving through the familiar steps, as the song was reaching its crescendo, Anthony moved Penelope to the middle of the floor. He slowly dipped her then brought her up and lifted her, her arm sliding around his neck as he held her around the waist with one arm, pressing her against his side. Anthony spun them around a few times while holding her, their eyes locked.

When he set her back on her feet, the music was slowly fading out. He finished up the dance with the usual steps of the waltz. He had taken a few creative liberties with the dance, but he wanted it to be memorable. He got a feeling from the way she was looking at him, and the stares directed their way, he had succeeded. "Pen, can we go talk somewhere?"

She nodded, her body still thrumming from the dance they shared. Anthony took her hand, shooting a quick glance at Benedict and tipping his head indicating for his brother to follow them. It was mostly for the show of the ton, to see that they had a chaperone with them when they left the ballroom. In actuality Anthony knew Ben would leave them to their privacy once they were out of the public view. Anthony led Penelope out back, coming to a stop by the fountain. Ben, as predicted, ensured they were quite alone, before picking his way back up the steps to play lookout.

Penelope appraised the man before her, he looked nervous. "Anthony, are you okay?"

"Yes," He gave her a smile, "Just working up my courage." He took a deep breath. "Do you remember what I told you that day on the stairs after I left the kitchen?"

The redhead nodded. "You said you were only supposed to be my friend."

"Yes," He said as he swallows, "I did. And I do. I do want to be your friend. I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend," Anthony cupped her face with his hands. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them."

Penelope gasped at his words. She might be the writer, but what he was saying to her was pure poetry. "Anthony…"

He shrugged helplessly. "You did me in, Penelope. Every wall I had you came and knocked them down. I thought all I needed from you was your friendship, but the more I got to know you, the side you hide away from the world. The more I realized I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you." He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. She gripped his jacket in her hands, needing something to anchor her to this moment. "I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me."

She was at a loss for words, doing her best to keep her tears at bay. Anthony Bridgerton had just rendered her a complete mess. "Anthony, kiss me."

With an extreme gentleness, he tipped her head back a little, catching her eyes with his, before pressing his lips to hers.

Chapter 13: Crazy for You

Summary:

Penelope tells Eloise her secret and Anthony calls on Penelope.

Notes:

Let the fluff continue!

Chapter Text

His kiss was like honey. Penelope released the grip on his jacket, moving one hand to grasp at the back of his neck pulling him closer, while other slid into his hair. She moaned softly when Anthony changed the angle, deepening the kiss. This was her first kiss, and it was even better than she had imagined.

Anthony slipped an arm around her waist, bringing her towards him. She tasted divine, and he was fairly certain he could spend his days kissing her for hours on end. She kissed him back shyly at first, figuring out what exactly to do. He let her explore, keeping the kiss slow and deep. As she became more confident, he gradually took control, sliding his hand from her cheek into her hair. He was sure he was musing up her braid entirely, but he truly couldn't care less in the moment. Wrapping his fingers around sections of her braid, he lightly pulled and gently nipped at her bottom lip. She gasped causing him to smile into the kiss. Oh, the things he would teach her.

Reminding himself they were still somewhat in public, Anthony began to pull away pecking her lips softly once, twice before he fully leaned back to look at her. Her lips were cherry red from his kiss as her eyes gently fluttered open. She blinked a few times to remove the dazed look from her eyes. "Wow. So that is what all the fuss is about."

Anthony chuckled lowly, unable to stop himself from capturing her lips with his again for a quick kiss. "That's only the start." He removed his hand from her hair, smiling somewhat proudly as he saw her braid had loosened a fair amount, it half undone at this point. "In case it wasn't clear, I would like to court you, Pen. With the intention of marriage."

She blushed and averted her eyes to the ground for a moment before meeting his again. "Are you sure? You're not just caught up in a moment?" Penelope hated having to ask, but she really didn't want to get her heart broken. Because if anyone could shatter her heart into a million pieces, it'd be him. That's how she knew what she felt for him was real.

He gave her a warm smile, his thumb rubbing small circles on her hip. "Oh, I am caught up in a moment, but I am also absolutely sure of what I want. You." Anthony leaned his forehead against hers. "Let me court you, Pen."

Penelope's heart was beating in her chest like a sledgehammer. Having Anthony all wrapped around her was a heady kind of feeling. "Okay, court me Anthony." He grinned widely at her. Without thinking, she reached up on her toes to press her lips to his. God, he tasted like champagne and desire, like her deepest craving fulfilled. She pulled away with a smile.

"What are you smiling about?"

He was deliciously dangerous. His kiss had awakened something inside her, something possessive and sultry. "Kissing you. Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first and last lips I ever kiss." The hand in his hair tugged lightly on the dark strands eliciting a light groan from the man in front of her.

Anthony resisted the urge to crush her body to his and kiss his way down her neck to her chest, dipping his tongue into the small valley visible between her breasts. "You are far too tempting." Penelope giggled pulling her hand from his hair, interlocking her arms around his neck. "Pen," He brushed the hair away from her face. "I'm probably still going to mess this up from time to time. Try to push you away." He trailed his lips across her cheek. He clutched her tighter for just a moment. "Don't let me."

She trailed her fingers along his jawline. "Don't worry, I have no plans of letting you go now." She laughed lightly as thought came to her. ""You know, your mother told me to watch out for boys like you."

"Mother was right," his voice dropped an octave, "but I am not a boy." Anthony kissed her smiling lips once more, the taste of her lips becoming his favorite flavor.

The following day found the family back at Bridgerton House, and even though she desperately didn't want to, Penelope told Rielle to start packing up her things. She was going to return home. Eloise burst her way into the room to tell her friend about a new pamphlet she had just procured, the words dying her throat as she watched the lady's maid start collecting Penelope's belongings and taking her dresses from the closet. "Pen, what are you doing?"

The redhead smiled slightly at her friend. "I'm going to go back home."

Her friend looked at her in shock. While she may have been having a small row with her own mother at the time, Colin had told her what hateful things Portia had hurled at her daughter the night before. "After what your mother said to you?"

Penelope sighed, fiddling with her hair. "Believe me El, it's no worse than what she has said to me before."

Eloise grabbed Penelope's hands, taking a seat with her on the bed. "Pen, you know you don't have to go."

"Well, I kind of do." At the brunette's questioning look, she took a deep breath. "To start, Anthony has asked to court me."

Eloise's eyes grew wide at the statement. She wasn't entirely surprised due to what Violet had said at the ball when she saw the two of them enter together, but it was still something to hear her brother was going to be courting her best friend. "Oh."

"Neither my nor your mother will approve of my staying here with the man courting me sleeping just down the hall."

As much as she didn't love the idea of her friend going back to a home full of venomous relatives, Eloise knew Penelope was right. Her mother was relaxed on some things, but this wouldn't be one of them. "Well, it should be alright. Anthony will call on you and of course mother will invite you over for tea and dinner so you should not be alone much in your house with just your mother and sisters for company."

Penelope smiled tightly. What she said next might change what all Eloise would be wanting her mother to do. "El, I need to tell you something. Something that'll make you upset."

The tone Penelope was using set the other girl on edge. "Okay."

While she had no intention of really ever revealing her secret identity to anyone, Eloise was dangerously close to finding herself in a world of trouble. It would only be a matter of time before someone spotted her going where she shouldn't or spreading some kind of rumor about her. Penelope would rather endure the ire of her friend than watch her be ruined. "I am Lady Whistledown."

Eloise stiffened, not saying a word. Beyond the rigidness of her body and the raising of her eyebrows, she didn't visibly react in any way. Penelope remained quiet as well, letting her friend process the bombshell she had just dropped on her. It was a tense few minutes, one where Rielle, who had been too far away to hear lady's admission, kept pinging her gaze from the task at hand to the two young women on the bed cloaked in an awkward silence. "You are Lady Whistledown?"

The redhead nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Honestly I never planned on telling anyone. It was safer for me to keep it to myself."

"But I talked with you about finding her and speaking with her." Eloise spluttered at the absurdity of it all. "You know how invested I've been in discovering who she is. What I said she'd could do."

Penelope set a determined look on her face. "I did change the style slightly after we had spoken, but Eloise Lady Whistledown is not meant to be like your women's right pamphlets. It's a gossip sheet."

Eloise shifted slightly. "Pen, why would you want to limit yourself to a gossip sheet? The entire ton is enraptured by Whistledown."

"They are enraptured because it is a gossip sheet! If I start writing about other topics, more substantial ones, the ton will cease to care." Penelope fussed with her hair. "But Eloise, I didn't tell you so we could argue about what Whistledown should be. I told you because I kept this huge secret from you, and I shouldn't have. I should've known I could tell you and you'd keep my secret. Like you have always done." Eloise didn't say anything, her face pinched as she pursed her lips. "I understand if you are angry. You have the right."

The brunette shook her head. "I am not angry, I just feel like a fool. All the theories I confided to you, all this time you've known I was completely off base, and you just let me believe it!"

Penelope sighed heavily. "I know. I won't try to defend my actions."

Eloise looked at her friend with watery eyes. "I understand your reasoning, but Pen you're supposed to trust me."

"I do, I just… Whistledown was something for me. Just me. You and I are alike El, but you don't experience society the same way I do. You'll never fully understand."

Eloise stood from the bed, pacing a small length of floor. "I should've known. Your cousin's condition was not a well-known topic and yet the second Colin announced his intention to marry her suddenly Lady Whistledown commits a large portion of her next article to spewing out Miss Thompson's secret.'

Penelope felt the barb of her words, but let it slide. "I tried speaking with both Marina and Colin before writing that issue, but I could convince neither to change their mind."

She watched her friend continue to pace, muttering to herself. Rielle cleared her throat lightly, grabbing Penelope's attention. "Apologies miss, but we are ready to go."

"Thank you Rielle." Penelope stood from the bed, placing her hand gently on her friend's arm. "Take all the time you need to process. I will not push you." With a small smile, she led Rielle out of the room, helping her lady's maid carry some of her things.

As they descended the stairs, Anthony came out of his study, frowning when he saw her laden with her belongings. "Pen, what are you doing?"

A footman quickly came by to relive Penelope of her things, following Rielle's instruction to follow her over to the Featherington house. Anthony looked like he was going to call them back but refrained at the expression on Penelope's face. "I'm going back home."

He blanched at her words. "After what your mother said to you?"

She brushed some of the hair off his brow. "Trust me, she has said worse to me before."

"That does not make me feel any better." He pressed a hand against her lower back. "Why are you leaving?"

"I don't want to, but to start I just told Eloise who I am."

He winced slightly. "How did she take it?"

Penelope tipped her head side to side. "Honestly, a lot better than I thought. She didn't yell at me, but I hurt her feelings. Which makes me feel horrible."

Anthony pressed a kiss to her hair. "It's not like you were trying to."

She shrugged, the wretched feeling still settling in the pit of her stomach. "Anyway, I also assume you will be telling your mother of your plans to start courting me."

Anthony nodded, "Yes, I was on my way to do so now."

Penelope smiled tenderly at him. "If we are courting, neither of our mothers will approve of me staying here."

He sighed, knowing she was right. His mother would be overjoyed by his news, but she would want him to do it properly. "I just do not like the idea of you being there. Your family is horrible to you."

Penelope took a quick look around before placing a hand on either side of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "Just means you must call on me often." Rielle had returned to escort her across the road back home. "Time to go." She brought him in for another kiss, this one longer.

When she pulled away, he chased her lips extending the kiss for a few more seconds. "I'll call on you tomorrow."

She nodded, stepping away from him toward the door where Rielle waited. He followed, watching the two women cross the road toward the other house. She paused outside her front door, looking back to him. She gave him a beautiful smile and a small wave before crossing the threshold. He already missed her.

Anthony walked into the drawing room, seeing his family all gathered. Good, I'll only have to say this once. Violet looked up at the entrance of her eldest child, giving him a warm smile. "Hello dearest, how are you?"

He crossed over to his mother, kissing her cheek lightly. "I am both wonderful and miserable all at the same time."

His mother furrowed her brow in concern. "Why is that my darling?"

"Well," He turned to face the room, "family I have an announcement." He smiled as Penelope's face flashed in his mind. "I have decided to begin courting Penelope."

Violet let out a cry of joy, wrapping her arms around her son tightly. "Oh, Anthony that is wonderful news!"

Benedict extended his hand toward Colin. "Told you he couldn't wait. Pay up."

Colin grumbled while fishing in his pocket for the correct note. "Really Ant, you are that impatient."

Anthony smirked, extracting himself from his mother moving to where his brothers were. He lowered his voice so Lady Bridgerton could not hear him, "You haven't kissed her Colin." Both his brothers couldn't help the shit-eating grins that took over their faces. They felt somewhat responsible for their brother's happiness.

The viscount turned back to look at his mother. "And before you say it, Penelope has already returned home. She knew you and Lady Featherington wouldn't approve of her staying with us if I were to be courting her. Hence my misery."

Violet truly did seem remorseful. "I know you want her near, but it is only proper. Do not worry son, I will ensure she is extended numerous invitations so that she is not subjected to more of her mother than necessary."

Hyacinth jumped up and ran into Anthony's arms, he picking her up and swinging her around. "Please say you are going to marry her. Penelope would make a wonderful sister."

Francesca snorted as she lightly played the piano in the background. "Do you not think we have enough sisters already?"

The youngest Bridgerton child grinned. "None of you are like Pen."

Anthony noticed Eloise had kept quiet after his declaration. She remained sitting on the sofa, her nose buried in a book, but he took note of how her eyes weren't moving across the page. Figuring he should check on her, Anthony set Hyacinth down and walked across the room, settling himself in the seat next to her. "Are you okay El?"

She plastered on a fake smile. "I'm fine Anthony. Congratulations, I'm sure you and Penelope will find great happiness in one another."

Obviously the shock of Penelope's alter ago was eating away at his younger sister. Penelope was right, she didn't seem angry just hurt. "Eloise, walk with me." He stood and offered her a hand. With a sigh, she rose tossing the book on the side table and took her brother's hand following him outside. "I know Pen told you about Lady Whistledown."

Eloise spun at his words. "You knew?"

He smiled as he recalled that first day. "It's actually what brought us together. When all the family was out one day I summoned her over here. Told her I knew she was Whistledown."

"That's how you knew how she took her tea! She hadn't come to see me but you." He nodded. "Why would you do that?"

"Originally, I intended to have her help me find a wife. With her knowing everything about everyone in the ton, I figured who better to know what ladies would be a suitable choice."

Eloise scoffed at that, shaking her head. "Anthony, that is ridiculous."

He laughed at her assessment. "I know that now. At the time it seemed a good idea."

His sister shook her head, lightly punching him in arm. "It is no wonder you fell in love with her, spending all that time together I'm sure. Especially once you started dancing with her."

Anthony had to laugh at his own stupidity. He truly hadn't had a chance from the very start. "I know. But I fell in love with her because she is an amazing girl. And a good person. You know that El."

Eloise took in a breath. "I know she is. Despite what she can write as Whistledown, Pen does not have a mean bone in her body. But Anthony she lied to me, repeatedly!"

"What would you have her do? People are allowed to have things for themselves. Besides, she turned society on its head, exposing the darker parts no one wants to talk about, challenged the queen." He couldn't help but admire the brilliance of it all. "If she told one person, even her best friend, it opened up too many possibilities of someone else finding out."

The brunette chewed at her lip, not wanting to let go of her hurt just yet. "I could have helped her! We could have done it together!"

Anthony sent his sister a sympathetic look. "El, you would try to turn her column into something she never wanted it to be. Plus, do you really think Pen wanted to drag you into her mess? She knows what she is doing is dangerous. She knows if found out, the consequences will be severe. She would never put you at risk like that."

"I just wish she had told me."

The viscount gave his sister a hug. "Just try and see things from her point of view for a moment. I think you'll be surprised when you realize what an amazing thing she has created."

Eloise pushed him off her. "Okay, I get it you love her." She playfully smirked at him. "You can stop singing her praises."

"No, I really can't."

Anthony grinned as his sister rolled her eyes. "God, you in love is nauseating."

The next morning, right as it was deemed proper for a gentleman to call on a lady, Anthony was at the front door of the Featherington household, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers in his hand. He knocked lightly on the door, waiting a few moments before their doorman, Briarly, opened the door for him. "Good morning Briarly."

The familiarity between the Featheringtons and the Bridgertons extended to some of the staff. "Good morning Lord Bridgerton. Are you here to see Miss Penelope?"

"I am indeed." He stepped across the threshold into the house. He noticed the very large, ostentatious gun display on a wall in the foyer just inside the door. "That is…a choice."

Briarly chuckled under his breath as he led Anthony towards the drawing room. The new Baron Featherington has made some décor changes."

Anthony just raised his eyebrows in response, choosing to keep quiet. Briarly and he turned corner, where Portia, Prudence, Baron Featherington and Penelope were gathered. "Lord Bridgerton here to see Miss Penelope."

The baron, Jack, turned down the corner of his newspaper in interest. "Lord Bridgerton! It is a true honor." He stood and offered a hand to Anthony, which the viscount shook but then quickly turned his attention to the redhead by the window. She was dressed in a dark blue chiffon dress with lacey cap sleeves, as well as lace and rhinestones along the neckline. The bust and waistline were ruched to give her a figure flattering silhouette. Her hair was loose today, cascading down her back in waves like liquid fire.

He walked over to her, extending the bouquet to her. "Good morning Miss Featherington." Both bit back their amusement at having to play the part of a proper courting, formalities in place.

"Good morning, my lord." She accepted the flowers, eyes lighting up at the beauty of the blooms. The bouquet was a mixed variety including hydrangeas, garden roses, stargazer lilies, snapdragons, dusty miller, honeysuckle, jasmine, and eucalyptus. She gave him a little grin, picking up on the flowers in there that matched the scented oils for her hair. "These are breathtaking. Thank you." Rielle made her way into the room carrying a vase already full of water. She helped Penelope settle flowers into the vase, before displaying them prominently on the windowsill.

Jack cleared his throat to gain the attention of the couple. "Lord Bridgerton, may I inquire as to your intentions towards our young Penelope?"

Anthony resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but protocol must be followed. "Yes, I do apologize I should have stated my intentions already. I would like to have your blessing to court Miss Penelope with the intention of marriage."

Portia gave a little choked scream of surprise. Penelope glanced around her cousin to look at her mother. "Are you alright, Mama?"

Lady Featherington wanted to leap for joy. To have a daughter marry a Bridgerton! And the viscount no less! "Of course, dear. Just wonderful. Well, baron does the viscount have your blessing?"

While Jack was cross with Porta for the orchestrated engagement of himself to her eldest daughter, he knew having the family linked with the Bridgerton family, and their fortune, would be most ideal. "Why we'd be delighted to let you court dear Penelope, my lord."

Anthony and Penelope shared a glance. The greediness of her family was blatantly obvious. Anthony vowed then and there that her family would not see a cent of money unless Penelope asked it of him. She had been at their mercy all her life, it was time they be at hers. "Thank you Baron Featherington. I was hoping to invite Penelope out for a ride. Would that be alright?"

Porta jumped from her seat. "Yes, yes that is perfectly acceptable. Penelope, sweetheart, take your maid and get your cloak. She'll accompany you to chaperone. I'll have Briarly alert the stable hand to get Dalia ready for you."

"Of course, Mama." As she passed Anthony, Penelope gave him a little wink. This was just too fun. Rielle hastened Penelope up the stairs to fetch her riding cloak and gloves. Anthony moved to wait in the entrance hall for her. Spartan was already tacked up and ready to go, he'd just have to retrieve him from the stables.

Penelope returned with Rielle, both with crème riding cloaks clasped over their dresses. Waiting until she was finishing tugging on her gloves, Anthony offered his arm to Penelope. She instantly linked her arm with his and tossed a wave over her shoulder to her mother and cousin. Once they were outside, Anthony and Penelope bust out into the laughter they had been holding back since Anthony had stepped into the drawing room. "Dear God, is that how all couples feel when a gentleman calls?

"Pretty much that's how it goes.

Anthony, who had not called on a lady before, shook his head. "No wonder so many marriages of the ton seem so forced. That is no way to get to know a person."

Penelope had to agree. She wondered how much her sister really knew about Mr. Finch. She had watched the awkward, stilted interactions between them and was truly surprised when Mr. Finch proposed. Neither person had seemed to enjoy the overly chaperoned day dates either in their drawing room on in the park while on a promenade. "Most people do not truly learn about one another until they're married. That is what happened with my parents. They never really loved one another, but by the time they realized they were not a good fit, it was too late. Theirs was a marriage of fondness of I think, but not love."

Anthony pressed a kiss to her temple. He had been lucky enough to grow up seeing what true love looked like in his parents. "I promise you that we will not end up like your parents."

Penelope gave him a hopeful look. "I want us to end up like yours."

"I think I can do that."

Anthony dropped Penelope and Rielle off at their stable, saying he was going to get Spartan then he'd be back. While he was gone, Thomas helped Penelope up onto Dalia and Rielle up onto another of their family's horses, a chestnut brown male named Champ. The two young women rode the horses out of the stable, Anthony on Spartan meeting them a few minutes later.

Rielle hung back as the trio maneuvered to the riding trails. When the reached the turn off into the fields, Rielle kept Champ moving forward while Anthony and Penelope steered their horses into the field, headed for the meadow. The lady's maid smiled as she went to enjoy her little stroll, her lady deserved to have some privacy.

Anthony noticed how Rielle didn't join them. He shot a look at Penelope. She gave him a wink, "She's not your normal lady's maid." He laughed, but eternally grateful that Rielle could pick up on what he was trying to do.

With a smirk, Anthony nudged Spartan to go faster. "Bet I can beat you again."

Penelope, accepting the challenge, urged Dalia into a canter too. "How about we find out?" Simultaneously, Anthony and Penelope instructed both Spartan and Dalia into a full gallop. Both horses sped across the open field, not able to gain an edge on the other. Heading toward the tree line, Spartan leaped over a rock formation putting him just slightly ahead of Dalia. Penelope cursed under her breath. She and Dalia didn't do jumps, but clearly Anthony and Spartan had no problem with it.

This time there was no tree log, it was just a straight shot maneuvering through the trees to reach the meadow. At a small cluster, Anthony went left while she went right. She could see him across the way, he and Spartan gliding through the tree trunks almost as if they weren't there. Her and Dalia had a bond, but it was something else to watch Anthony ride.

Clear of the trees, the entrance to the meadow was just ahead. Spartan came up alongside Dalia again, both racing to he clearing side by side. She urged Dalia to go a little faster, but she could feel the mare tiring. Spartan pulled ahead just the slightest bit as they entered into the meadow.

Her and Anthony brought the horses to a stop close to the little pond on the edge of the meadow. Anthony hopped down off Spartan giving him a quick pat before moving over to help Penelope. As he placed a hand on either side of her waist, Dalia moved forward to take a drink. Without her feet or hands settled anywhere to provide her support, the movement caused Penelope to slip off her saddle. Anthony caught her, but her momentum sent them both to the ground amongst a field of wildflowers.

Anthony lounged back into the flowers, laughing heartily. "Why do we always end up on the ground?"

Penelope giggled too as she sat up brushing the hair out of her face. "Who knows." She smiled down at him, his happiness contagious. She couldn't believe the last time they were here he was just her friend, but now he was so much more. Anthony Bridgerton had walked into her heart like he always belonged there.

Chapter 14: Mother Doesn't Know Best

Summary:

Penelope's mother goes too far.

Notes:

Okay, so this chapter is dramatic. Fair warning.

Also, quick trigger warning for eating disorder and verbal aggression. It is very mild, and again nothing actually is mentioned in graphic detail, but I just want to put it out there.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Anthony leaned against a large tree trunk, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee. Penelope had situated herself between, her back leaning against his chest. It really was far too intimate of a position for an only courting couple, but here in the meadow things felt different. "So, how will Lady Whistledown announce Viscount Bridgerton's choice to court one Penelope Featherington to the ton?"

Penelope laughed a little, lightly tangling her fingers with his. "I don't know. After attending your mother's ball together, the stage is already set. I suppose I could just tell the truth." She shot him a smile over her shoulder. "That our dear viscount has captured the heart of our resident wallflower."

A slow grin spread across his face. "How lucky our viscount is." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "You must also say how the wallflower turned out to be the most beautiful bloom of all and she made the viscount fall in love with her without him even realizing it."

"That might be laying it on just a little bit thick."

He shrugged. "Lady Whistledown did say she enjoys a true love story."

Penelope let out a deep breath, leaning back into his body, his arms slipping around her. "Anthony, why do you think it took us so long to find each other?"

Anthony sighed, wondering the same thing. He felt the blame of that fell mainly on his shoulders. "Well, unfortunately I lived my life not wanting to fall in love, love broke my mother's heart when father died. Also, Colin was the first man to show you real kindness and friendship, it's only natural the affections you held for him. Plus, you being Eloise's best friend kind of made you unattainable I guess." Anthony pressed forward into her body to whisper in her ear, "I am also older than you, but how delightful it'll be to have such a beautiful, young wife at home waiting for me."

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dropping to his lips. Seeing her gaze lower, Anthony closed the small distance between their lips, kissing her soundly. "When you call me beautiful, I actually believe it."

"Good. I'll make sure to show you how beautiful you are for the rest of your life." He kissed her softly once more. "Come on, we'll need to get you back home soon, and I want to actually take that nice ride with you your family thinks we're doing." Anthony helped her to her feet, giving her a leg up onto Dalia, before swinging up on Spartan himself. "Let's go."

The couple leisurely made their way out of the meadow and into the trees. Penelope looked to him questioningly. "How did you and Spartan get so good at jumps?"

"Oh." Anthony smiled. "It's all Spartan. He would keep leaping over the fences or round pens and our stable hands said that he was a horse who wanted to jump. So, whenever I would take him out for exercise, I led him to places where he could jump over obstacles. Logs, streams, rocks, whatever was naturally there." He laughed. "I fell off a fair number of times at the start because I had to learn how to hold my body or shift my weight." He reached down to pat Spartan's neck affectionately. "We got there eventually though didn't we boy?"

Penelope smiled at the bond she could easily see between man and horse. "I don't think Dalia, or I would want to worry about that, but it's quite a view watching the two of ride together." They broke the tree line, back out into the open field. They each nudged their horse into a canter across the grass making their way back to the trails. As they got closer, Penelope noticed Rielle on Champ, waiting nearby.

Anthony saw her too, shaking his head in amusement. "Your lady's maid deserves a raise. I'd be more than happy to put her on my payroll. I'm assuming after we marry you'd like to keep her with you."

The redhead nodded. "Absolutely. She's not just my maid, but my friend."

"I'll speak to your cousin about it." The pair crossed back onto the trails, Spartan and Dalia slowing back to a leisurely trot. Rielle followed behind wordlessly, but she did send a wink to Penelope. Rather than returning straight home, Anthony took Penelope through the park. A few members of the ton turned to watch the pair, but it was starting to become known fact that Anthony Bridgerton was devoting all his time and attention to the youngest Featherington daughter. He was as good as taken.

Penelope's cheeks hurt from how much she had smiled that afternoon. Rielle teased her miss that she never looked as pretty as she did when in love. They had returned not too long before dinner, so the two young women hastened up the stairs to get Penelope changed for dinner with the family. Anthony had implored her to come to Bridgerton House for dinner, but she knew she was expected home. He had groaned in displeasure at her response, but the kiss goodbye she gave him hidden behind the walls of Dalia's stall had him grinning again.

Dutifully donned in a yellow dress, thankfully one not too much the color of a lemon, Penelope entered the dining room and took her place at the table. She noticed how rather than letting Cousin Jack take a seat at the head of the table, her mother had coerced him into sitting next to her sister. The staff brought out everyone's plates, however Penelope received a bowl of broth rather than the full dinner everyone else was presented. She had feeling she knew why this was, but still decided to question her mother. "Mama? May I ask why my supper is different?"

Portia looked up from her meal to give her a daughter a pointed look. "You will be on a liquid diet from now on."

Penelope nodded slowly. Yes, this was exactly what she thought. "May I inquire as to why?"

Her mother sighed setting her fork down. "Penelope, now that the viscount has declared his intentions towards you, we must ensure that he does not change his mind."

She furrowed her brow. "Anthony, wouldn't do that."

Jack chuckled slightly prompting her attention to turn to him. "Lord Bridgerton is a noble man I'm told, but he is still a man."

"What are you implying?"

Portia took a sip of her wine then said, "You need to be pleasing to the viscount, and the only way to do that is have you be slimmer. Like your sisters." The all too common insult still hit the same. "This is why you will only be having broths and water. Your body will do the rest."

She wasn't even hungry anymore, her sisters snickered quietly next to her. She shakily took a drink of water. "Mama –"

"Your maid will also begin tightening your corset. She has been far too lax about it."

Penelope scoffed lightly at the implication against Rielle. "Rielle does her job wonderfully, and she cannot tighten my corset further, it will impede my ability to breathe properly."

Lady Featherington rolled her eyes at her daughter's protest. "A tighter corset will present the viscount a more pleasing shape to look at. As the baron has said, Anthony Bridgerton is still a man, and he will not want his wife to a burden to look at."

Tears pricked at Penelope's eyes, but she blinked them away. Her mother had always been harsh about her weight, but now that she was throwing Anthony into the mix and the insinuation he would find her repulsive cut at her. "Penelope we say this not to be cruel," she flashed a disbelieving look to her cousin across the table, "only realistic. A marriage tie between this family and the Bridgertons will be most beneficial. We all must do what is needed to ensure it happens."

Prudence grinned nastily at her sister. "You will never keep his attention the way you are. I still do not understand how you got it in the first place."

Phillipa patted her sister's hand but not affectionately. "Do not worry sister, I'm sure it'll come right off."

The attacks were coming from all sides, and she could feel herself losing the battle to not show the pain their words caused her. She still hadn't touched the taunting bowl of broth in front of her. Lady Featherington snapped her fingers to once again get her youngest's attention. "Also, I have instructed the modiste to make up some new gowns for you, a size smaller than your current ones. I expect you to fit to into them before the next ball.

"That is in a week."

Her mother looked at her pityingly. "With the new diet and a tighter corset, it should be no problem." She tipped her head at the bowl. "Eat up."

Penelope, unable to take it any longer, stood from the table. "Excuse me." She lifted the skirt of her dress and hurried from the room. She waited until she was in her bedroom with the door closed before she let her tears fall. She knew coming home would not be good to her, but she honestly hadn't thought her mother would go this far.

The following day, Penelope did not go down for breakfast or lunch. She refused to be subjected to another round of what she had endured the previous night. Rielle had worryingly looked at her miss that morning when preparing her for the day. Penelope was dressed in a light pink gown, pink was marginally better than yellow or orange, her hair fixed into a low messy bun at the base of her neck. A few curls hung loose from the bun as well as at the sides of her face.

Curled up with a book, a knock sounded at her door followed by her mother's voice. "Penelope, I've brought some food for you. It's a bone broth with some seasonings. This is good for trimming weight from your middle."

Penelope took a deep breath before standing and grabbing her cloak from the nearby bench then opening her door. "I am not hungry." She whipped her cloak on. "I am going for walk." Rielle sidled by Lady Featherington, biting back the words she wanted to spew at the older woman.

Portia placed a hand on her daughter's arm. "Wait Penelope." She assessed her then looked to Rielle. "I thought I told you to tighten her corset."

Rielle blanched slightly at the accusation. "My lady, her corset is fitted. To pull it tighter would be uncomfortable and hindering."

"I do not believe I asked for your opinion. You are to do as you are told." Portia shoved the bowl of broth into Rielle's hands, some of the hot liquid spilling over onto the young woman's skin, then latched her hand around Penelope's wrist pulling her back into the room, Rielle following closely. "I will tell you how I want it done." She gestured for Rielle to remove Penelope's dress so as expose the corset.

Rielle hesitated but at Penelope's look she relented, setting the bowl done on a nearby table and wiping her hands. Both women knew if Rielle did not act, Portia would and that would only make it worse. After removing the dress, the lady's maid set it on the bed before slowly walking back to Penelope. She undid the laces of her corset then began to redo it.

"You need to make it tighter. We need to produce the illusion of a desirable shape." Rielle pulled slightly tighter, unwilling to do much more, but she was soon pushed out of the way. "Can you do nothing right?" Portia yanked on the laces of the corset, causing Penelope to gasp as the garment tightened around her, each new lace causing a small bit of pain to hit her. She bore it best she could while her mother shackled her into the corset. "There, much better." She turned Penelope towards the mirror. "See, you have a waist now." She patted her daughter's shoulder. "And you know I love your idea of a walk. We will all go. It will be good for your sister and the baron to be seen together anyway." With that she strode from the room calling for her daughters to ready themselves. Rielle hurried over to undo the overly tight corset, but Penelope stopped her.

"If you fix it she'll just do it again. And possibly let you go. Just leave it."

Rielle shook her head. "Miss, you cannot breathe properly."

"I am fine. I will get used to it." After a pleading look, Rielle redressed Penelope in her dress and cloak, then accompanied her down the stairs. The redhead clung to the coat rack as she waited for her family. She was trying to take a deep breath, but the corset only allowed so much.

Cousin Jack emerged from his room first, giving her a smile. "Ah you look wonderful Penelope, your mother certainly knows what she is doing."

While she really wanted to roll her eyes, she merely smiled tightly in response. "Thank you, Cousin Jack." Her mother and sisters appeared next, Prudence slipping her arm though the baron's a smug look on her face. Baron Featherington however looked far from pleased.

Portia clapped her hands heading to the door, "Alright let us go. Maid, you may stay here. I will chaperone my daughter." With a small smile, Rielle squeezed her lady's hand before retreating to the kitchen. Numbly, Penelope followed her family out the door and to the park. She felt herself getting light-headed the further they walked but pushed through it.

"Penelope dear!" She turned at her name, the other Featheringtons pausing as well, to find Violet, the first four Bridgerton children, and Simon behind her. "Hello my sweet girl!" Lady Bridgerton hugged the young woman. "We have not been able to speak since Anthony announced your courtship, but I am so happy for you both."

She tried for a smile, hoping it didn't look more like a grimace. "Thank you Lady Bridgerton." Her eyes cut over to Anthony. "I am very lucky."

Anthony moved forward, lifting her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. "I believe I am the lucky one." He raised his gaze to Baron and Lady Featherington. "May I have your permission to escort Penelope for a promenade?"

Violet quickly added, "The children and I will accompany them so I will chaperone."

Portia, believing her plan to be working, smiled and nodded in agreement. "That is perfectly fine. We will continue onward and come collect her before returning home." She glanced meaningfully at Penelope before turning and ushering the rest of the family off.

With her mother gone, Penelope felt some of her stress relieve, but her head was continuing to swim. Anthony tipped her chin up to look at him. She looked unwell. "Pen, what's wrong?"

She desperately wanted to tell him but decided she shouldn't. He was already so worried about her returning home. If she told him it would only increase his concern. She could bear it without having to worry him further. "Nothing, I'm fine." She tapped into her feelings for him so that the smile she gave him was genuine. "It's just been a morning already. Thank you for extracting me from her."

Still not entirely convinced, Anthony offered her his arm, moving them to walk just slightly ahead of his mother and siblings. "Is everything okay at home?"

She fought the urge to shake her head. "It is…" She couldn't lie to him and tell him it was fine. "It is how it always was."

Anthony frowned. "Pen, we can work something out."

"No Anthony, we can't. It would be improper. Highly so." She took as deep of a breath as she could. "I have handled her all my life, I can last a few more weeks."

He pulled her a little closer and pressed a quick kiss to her hair. He heard his mother clear her throat behind him in warning. Penelope giggled at the non-verbal reprimand. Anthony had to laugh himself a little. "Bloody societal rules."

Violet smiled at the match before her. She knew from the first ball where Anthony had been so attentive this was where the pair would end up. Her son needed someone like Penelope, someone who would care for him with all her heart. It didn't hurt that she was part of the family already. "Penelope, sweetheart." Anthony stopped them so Penelope could focus on his mother. "I would like to extend an invitation to you to come for afternoon tea and then stay for dinner."

Penelope nodded in acceptance. "I would love to Lady Bridgerton." She turned back around, Anthony resuming their walk when she was hit by a dizzy spell. She clutched his arm tighter as she brought a hand to her head, stumbling slightly.

"Pen!" Even though it was improper, Anthony slid an arm around her waist to keep her upright. She held onto his forearms while the light-headedness slowly passed. Violet crossed over to the pair, placing the back of her head to Penelope's forehead. She felt a little clammy. "Is she alright?"

Violet hmmed taking in the pallor of the redhead. "Penelope dear, do you feel well?"

Penelope knew the missing of her last three meals along with the too tight corset was to blame. But she had to play that off. "Yes, I am fine. I am sorry I do not know where that came from." She pressed a hand to her abdomen taking in as much air as she could without being obvious about it.

Daphne took note of Penelope's shape. She had always had a beautiful silhouette, but now her waistline seemed unnatural. That could only be achieved by a corset being cinched too tight. "Mother, if it is alright may we return home for tea a little early? I am beginning to tire."

Violet saw the unspoken message in her daughter's eyes, she had noticed the change in Penelope's figure as well. "Of course, darling. You all go ahead and return to the house." She gave Penelope a gentle smile. "I will find your mother and let her know of my invitations to you for the remainder of the day."

As they began their trek back to Bridgerton House, Anthony held her as close as possible while her arm was linked with his. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he knocked his shoulder into hers lightly. "I can carry you if you would like."

Penelope gasped out a laugh. "I think I'll be okay." She gave him a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes and that's how he knew something was wrong.

By the time they reached the house, Penelope's lack of nutrition and oxygen had her about ready to pass out. It felt like she was trying to walk through mud, her legs suddenly very heavy. Anthony's pulse was racing in worry for the young woman he had come to love. "Pen, I know something is not right. Let me help you."

Daphne waited until Simon had shut the door behind them before hurrying over to her brother and Penelope. "Penelope, come with me."

The redhead tried to brush it off, but she began to breathe heavily her eyes fluttering shut. "I.. I can't breathe."

She fainted, slumping in Anthony's arms. "Pen!" He swung her up into his arms hurrying into the drawing room and setting her down on the sofa.

Daphne followed closely trying to push her brother out of the way. "Anthony, leave. I need to loosen her corset."

He stared at her in fear, brushing a hand over her hair. "Pen, come on wake up."

The duchess stamped on her brother's foot to make him jump away from her. "Anthony she cannot breathe, go!" Simon came and herded his friend out of the room before shutting the doors, while Daphne turned Penelope on her side and undid the buttons on her dress. Once she was able, Daphne nimbly undid the laces of the corset, her face screwed up in anger when she saw just how tight it was. It was a marvel Penelope hadn't passed out earlier.

She got the last lace undone and pulled at the sides to release any pressure at all from the corset. A few seconds later, Penelope gasped in a long breath, sitting up on the sofa gulping down air. Daphne sighed in relief as she dropped down on the other end of the couch, looking concerned. Penelope looked ashamedly at the older girl but smiled at her gratefully. "Thank you."

Daphne gave a nod in response. "Penelope, I know you did not ask your lady's maid to make your corset so tight."

Penelope sighed knowing her ruse was up. She couldn't exactly brush off fainting. "My mother did it. She wants me to be a more pleasing view for your brother."

"She would have you unable to breathe?"

"Both I and Rielle pointed that out to her, but it did not seem to matter."

Daphne grimaced. "Why does she think my brother does not think you beautiful as you are?"

Penelope laughed bitterly. "My mother's favorite pastime is to tell me I am overweight. She spent a large portion of yesterday evening at dinner telling me I must be thinner, or Anthony will stray. She thinks a liquid diet for the foreseeable future is needed."

"A liquid diet?"

"Broths and water only." Penelope brought a hand to her head as another wave of dizziness crashed into her. "I have not exactly adhered to it."

She's not eating. Daphne huffed angrily, not understanding how Portia Featherington could be so cruel. She put a hand to the swell of her stomach, as an impending mother who already loved her child more than anything it just didn't make sense. "We need to tell my mother –"

"No!" Penelope grasped Daphne's hand desperately. "You cannot tell anyone Daphne."

The duchess gave an incredulous look. "Penelope, I have to. Your mother's actions caused you to pass out today. My mother can help."

Penelope shook her head. "Daphne, there is nothing to be done other than talk with my mother and that will only make it worse for me at home. I can handle my mother for a few weeks. It was only bad today because she was with me. While at home in my room and out with Rielle, it will not be so tight. Rielle can loosen and tighten it as needed." She turned around her back to the other woman. "Would you please redo my corset?"

With a sigh, Daphne laced the corset up, properly this time and rebuttoned the dress, so the redhead was decent once more. "You should not have to bore this kind of behavior."

"If my mother's cruelty did anything it hardened me. I can bear more than most." She turned around and looked Daphne in the eye. "Not all of us were lucky enough to have a mother like yours."

A few moments passed before the door opened and Violet came striding in. "Penelope what happened?"

Penelope interjected before Daphne might spill the truth. "It was just the heat. We had been walking for a little while before meeting up with you all, I did not hydrate properly, and this dress is little heavy."

Violet looked into her blue eyes trying to decipher the truth. She reached over to take Penelope's hands. "Penelope dearest, if things continue as they are I am to be your mother soon. You can tell me anything."

She wanted to tell Violet everything. The too tight corset, the expectations to fit into too small dresses, the lack of food. But what could the older woman do? "It was just the heat."

Lady Bridgerton was still wary, but she sensed Penelope was not ready to share whatever she was dealing with. "Alright, but please come to me whenever you need me. Please know I care for you."

Penelope blinked back the tears that wanted to escape. Lady Bridgerton was always the mother she wished to have. "Thank you."

Violet hugged her gently then smiled. "I should let Anthony in, he has just about torn his hair out." She crossed the room and opened the doors letting the men in.

Within seconds, Anthony was in front of her cupping her cheek. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I did not mean to scare you."

He breathed out a relieved sigh, screwing what was proper and kissed her fiercely. He looped an arm around her waist bringing her flush against him. Violet turned her head, just this once giving them a small bit of leeway. He broke the kiss, pressing his lips chastely to hers one more time before hugging her tightly. "Don't ever do that to me again."

His fear rattled her resolve to bear her mother's actions. She imagined how she would feel if she had seen Anthony collapse in front of her and not knowing why. She did not want to lie to him. Penelope caught Daphne's eye over his shoulder. "Anthony, I need to tell you something."

Notes:

Who thinks Anthony is about to lose his shit?

Chapter 15: Light It Up

Summary:

Anthony confronts Portia, then calls on Penelope for a second time.

Notes:

Hello readers! I apologize for the delay, I have a cracked rib from a tumble I took the other day so I've been focused on pain management. I sneezed earlier and I thought I just might die. Taken down by a sneeze, what a bummer that would be.

I hope the chapter is okay. I'm not fully happy with it, but it sets up future chapters so I had to fluff it up a bit.

Chapter Text

Penelope took Anthony by the hand, leading him over to the sofa, a nervous fluttering in her stomach. He was not going to take this well. Benedict, Colin, and Simon also entered the room after Anthony had rushed in. Everyone took up a seat somewhere, ready to hear what Penelope had to say. She wanted to take Anthony to his study and tell just him, but she knew she wouldn't get away with that. "The reason I fainted is because…my mother." She felt the grip he had on her hand tighten. "After I returned from our ride yesterday, my mother announced some changes she had decided for me. To start, she believes I need to be put on a liquid only diet."

Anthony's expression grew stony. "Liquid only?"

"Broths and water. She also instructed Rielle to tighten my corset, to the point where it would cut into me." She relished in the deep breath she was able to take. "Rielle refused to do it, so my mother tightened it herself."

Daphne interjected, "Brother it was so tight it has left marks on her body. They will most likely bruise."

Anthony stiffened at these words. The thought of bruises marring her skin, and at the hands of her mother, made him feel like punching a wall. "This is all about your weight?"

His tone was harsh, but Penelope knew it wasn't directed at her. "She believes this is what needs to be done, to help provide you with a more pleasing shape to view. Help keep you from straying. As I am now, it would be a burden for you to have wife who looks this way."

At that, Anthony shot up from the sofa his fists clenched tight. Violet brought a hand to her heart, in utter disbelief that a mother could be so cruel to her own child. "Penelope, darling…" She rose from her seat, moving to settle next to the redhead and drew her in for a hug. She pressed an affectionate kiss to her hair. "Oh, my girl, you are beautiful exactly as you are."

Anthony growled low his throat resisting the urge to throw something across the room just to hear the satisfying thud it would make as it hit the floor. "Pen, you cannot go back there." She pulled away from his mother to give him a confused look. He crossed back to her, pulling her to her feet. "I will end up killing someone if you do. You have only been back a few days and look what has already happened!"

"Anthony, what we can we do? I cannot stay here, no matter how much I might want to. I have already told you this."

The viscount looked desperately to Violet. "Mother, what we can do? She cannot go back."

Lady Bridgerton took a breath running through the options. "I mean, I suppose there is always the idea to apply for a special license and get married quickly. At that point, Penelope staying here would no longer be an issue." She looked to the young couple. "However just because that is an option does not always mean it is the correct one. You only just started courting, you should be allowed the time to do so."

Daphne shared a look with her husband, who knew what she wanted without having to ask. He nodded his head in agreement. "Brother, Pen, I have a suggestion." Anthony gestured for his sister to continue. "We are in London for the season as it is Eloise's first. Penelope, as long as you comfortable with it, Simon and I would like to offer for you to stay with us at Hasting House for the remainder of the season."

Penelope's eyes grew wide, genuinely surprised at the invitation. "Oh…Daphne, Simon I couldn't. I would hate to intrude upon you."

Simon gave the younger girl a smile. "It is no imposition. We would be happy to have you stay."

Colin looked his friend in the eyes, he could still see the hesitation within them. "Penelope, Anthony is right. You cannot go back home. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is abuse." His use of the word settled a darker atmosphere upon the room, but everyone had been thinking it.

Penelope looked between the duke and the duchess. "Are the two of you sure? You are sure this would be okay?"

Daphne gave her a warm smile and Simon mimicked his wife's actions. "Yes, we are sure. We have more than enough room at Hastings House."

Anthony laced his fingers with hers, prompting her to look back at him. "Pen, stay with them. Please. You will be further away from me, which I do not like, but at least I know you will be safe."

Penelope reached up to press a kiss to his cheek, before turning back to the married couple. "Thank you both, I truly appreciate your kindness."

The duchess moved to hug Penelope. "It is our pleasure. Simon will send word to have some of the staff go to your house to help Rielle pack up all of your and her things. They will get both of you settled while we are here having dinner. Then afterward, you will come home with us."

Penelope turned back to Anthony. "Rielle is still on my cousin's payroll. He might not let her go."

"I will fix that now. Stay here with the family. I will be back soon." He quickly pressed a small kiss to her lips before moving toward the door.

Violet followed her son. "Anthony, I am coming as well. I have few things to say to Portia Featherington." Anthony simply nodded in response, shrugging on his jacket. The pair exited through the front door and hurriedly crossed the street, Anthony hammering on the door to the Featherington household.

Briarly opened the door, entirely unsurprised to see Lord Bridgerton on the doorstep in a right temper. "My lord," he looked to Violet, "Lady Bridgerton. Please come in, the family has just arrived back home."

Not waiting to be announced, Anthony stormed his way toward the Featherington drawing room, enraged as he saw the four other members of Penelope's family lounging around as if nothing was wrong. "How dare you!"

All occupants of the room jumped as his voice thundered across them. Portia shakily stood, the fury upon Anthony's face one she had never seen before. "Lord Bridgerton-"

"No, you do not get to speak!" Anthony stalked a few steps into the room, his mother on his heels.

Jack stood and stepped a few paces closer to Anthony, as if he was going to do something. "Now Lord B-"

Anthony reached to grab the front the other's jacket, dragging him closer. "I suggest you stay quiet as well before I make you." He released Jack with a shove, the new baron hurriedly scuffling away behind Portia. "Would you like to know what I just experienced? Penelope, the woman I am courting with an intention to make my wife, fainting in my arms because she could not breathe!" He loomed over Lady Featherington, disgust clearly upon his face. "Any inkling of an idea why that might be?" Portia spluttered some kind of nonsense, but he really didn't care what she might have to say. "Allow me to enlighten you. According to my sister, her corset was so tight it has caused bruising to mar Penelope's skin. So tight that she was unable to take a breath deep enough to get the required oxygen to her body. Your daughter had slowly been suffocating from that damn corset!"

Violet reached out to pull Anthony back, sliding herself in front of her son. "And a liquid diet? To have her be a more pleasing view for my son? Who talks about their own child like that?"

Portia found her voice finally. "Well, it is not like she was eating it anyway. The idiot girl refused to nourish herself."

Penelope hadn't mentioned that part. Anthony slowly swiveled his head to look back at Portia. "Excuse me? You knew your daughter was not eating."

"It is not like it hurt her to miss a meal or two."

Violet had to dig her nails into Anthony's arm to hold him back. She looked to the other woman with a look of scorn. "You were starving your daughter, along with making her unable to breathe! That is your child!"

Jack, a little less intimated by Violet, cut in, "We did this for her own good."

Violet flashed him a furious glare. "I do not believe I was speaking to you. Didn't my son tell you to be quiet?" The baron meekly retreated once more. Lady Bridgerton focused back on the other woman. "Penelope is your child. She is a part of you, you carried her, gave birth to her. She is one of the best things you will ever do with your life, and yet you treat her as if she were nothing." Violet looked to her son, feeling the same overwhelming wave of love she always did when she looked at one of her children. "I would do anything for my children. And I cannot understand how as a mother, you are able to so easily cast one of yours aside."

Portia huffed out a breath. "All I did was try and help her lose weight! I am doing my job as her mother, making sure she will be able to please your son."

Jack added on, "We are merely wanting to ensure this union between our families happen. We want nothing more than for Penelope to be happy." He tried sending a charming smile their way, but neither Anthony nor Violet were fooled.

The viscount moved to stand in front of the baron with a wicked look. "You want this union to happen because you want my money. You do not care about Penelope's happiness, I however do. And I promise you this, you will never receive a cent from me. I do not care what troubles you might face. If you want help, you will have to ask Penelope and it will be her decision about whether or not you receive any. You will be at her mercy." He watched with satisfaction as the blood drained from both Jack and Portia's faces.

During a brief silent moment, Briarly returned to the drawing room entrance. "Baron, Lady Featherington there are some people here to move Miss Penelope's things to her new lodgings." As he said this, a small entourage of staff members from Hastings House headed up the stairs toward Penelope's room.

Portia was flabbergasted. "What is the meaning of this?"

Anthony smirked. "Penelope will not be stepping foot into this house again. My sister, the duchess, has been kind enough to extend an invitation for Penelope to stay with her and the duke for the remainder of the season." He looked to the baron. "And Rielle will be going with her. She will be put on my payroll effective tomorrow, so do not even think about trying to keep her."

Lady Featherington could see her plans of the future, being comfortably provided for her daughter's new family going up in smoke. "You cannot just come in here making demands and taking my daughter-"

"She is my daughter now." The glint in Violet's eyes dared Portia to defy her. "My son loves her, she loves him, and they will be married. She will be part of a family who loves and cherishes her the way she should have been all her life." Lady Bridgerton glared at Portia and Jack a few more seconds before turning on her heel. "Come along Anthony, these people are not worth any more of our time."

Before they left, Portia called to Anthony's retreating back. "Lord Bridgerton, what of my future grandchildren?"

The viscount gave her a cold look over his shoulder. "As their mother, what role you will play in their lives will be Penelope's decision as well." With that, Anthony escorted his mother from the Featherington home.

During dinner, Anthony had been almost overbearing in ensuring Penelope had enough to eat. Now that he knew she hadn't eaten for a decent amount of time, he kept asking if she wanted more of anything. Violet had to smile at the interaction, Anthony would be quite the attentive husband whenever Penelope came to be with child.

As dinner concluded, Daphne announced, "Simon, Penelope let us return home. All of your things should be set up for you in one of the guest rooms." As she was escorted from the room by her husband, Daphne stopped and placed a hand on Anthony's arm. "I will give you two a moment to say goodnight."

Anthony smiled gratefully at his sister, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He turned to look at Penelope, extending his hand to her. She took it and he led her from the room out into the backyard by the swings. He vaguely noticed Benedict shadowing them at his mother's request. He walked them to the large tree, leaning back against it, while pulling Penelope into his arms her back to his front, much like the way in the meadow except now they were standing.

Penelope hmmed in contentment. "For how awful this day began, it has ended most wonderfully."

He softly kissed her temple. "I am just sorry you cannot stay here with me."

She turned in his hold. "I think we might get ourselves into trouble if I did."

He grinned devilishly at her. "Oh but the trouble would be worth it."

Penelope made a noise of disbelief, smacking his chest with the back of her hand. "Anthony!"

He laughed heartily, wrapping her up in a hug. "I am sorry I could not resist."

"You are impossible, Anthony Bridgerton."

He grinned down at her, his lips centimeters from her own. "And you love me for it."

She giggled, pecking his lips in a short kiss. "For some reason." She turned back around, looking up at the star filled sky, the moon shining brightly. "Have you ever seen a sky this clear?"

He glanced up at the view for a moment, but then back down to the woman in his arms. The moonlight cast her in an ethereal glow, she had never looked better than she did right then. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing her in. "Why does Hastings House have to be so far away?"

Penelope laughed. "It is a twenty minute carriage ride."

"Twenty minutes too long." He pressed his lips to her neck lightly, causing a shiver to slide up her spine. She spun around, threading a hand into his hair as he claimed her lips. Anthony slipped a hand to her lower back, pressing her into him. He groaned, turning them so her back was against the tree. He trailed his lips from hers across her cheek to whisper to her, "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen." His hands traced her curves while he sucked at her pulse point, pulling a moan from Penelope.

Benedict cleared his throat before his voice carried from the other side of the tree. "Ant, Daphne and Simon are waiting."

Reluctantly, Anthony pulled away from her. "As I said, far too tempting."

Penelope rolled her eyes lightly, "That is just because you are a rake."

He chuckled lowly, slanting his lips across hers to kiss her deeply. "Yes, but I am your rake." She laughed as she pulled him along back to the house, Anthony mouthing 'Fuck off' to his brother as he made the sound of a whip cracking through the air.

Anthony helped Penelope into his sister's carriage, pressing a kiss to her hand before letting her go. "I'll come see you tomorrow." He turned his head to look to Simon. "Take care of her for me." Simon assured he would, then Anthony shut the carriage door, watching as it rolled its way down the road.

The next morning, Penelope woke up slightly disoriented until she remembered that she was at Hastings House. She flopped back down into the pillows of the ridiculously comfy guest bed. She couldn't help the smile on her face. She hadn't felt this at home in such a long time. Rielle entered the room, with a bright smile of her own. "Good morning miss."

"Moring Rielle. You look very happy this morning."

The lady's maid laughed. "Well for the first time in years I did not wake up to your mother's shrill voice carrying its way to the staff's quarters." The two young women laughed, Penelope understanding as she usually woke up the same way. "Let's get you ready for the day, the kitchen staff is working on the most wonderful smelling breakfast. "

Moving to the closet, Rielle shuffled all of her mother's dresses choices to the corner, flipping through the dresses Penelope had purchased. Now that she was out from under her mother's thumb, the redhead was going to put in a new order for more dresses from the modiste. Anthony would understand how she came to pay for them, and none of the other Bridgertons would question her. Rielle pulled out the long sleeved emerald green dress with lace sleeves and hem Penelope wore once before. "This one looks wonderful on you."

Penelope let Rielle get her cleaned up and dressed for the day, pinning her red curls to cascade over one shoulder. She slipped her feet into a pair of low nude heels while Rielle spritzed her wrists and neck with perfume. Ready, Penelope headed down for breakfast with Rielle following in her wake. They parted ways in the foyer, Rielle heading for the kitchen to sit with the other staff while Penelope headed into the dining room, following the sound of voices to help guide her way in the unfamiliar house.

She gasped in shock as she saw Anthony sitting at the table with his sister and brother in law. At the sound, he turned to look at her, that slow grin she loved appearing on his face. "Good morning little love."

"Good morning Anthony." He stood, grasping hold of the bouquet of flowers he brought with him. This time it was a mix of white calla lilies, pink and white alstroemeria, pink peonies, myrtle, and seeded eucalyptus. Penelope took the flowers with a grin. "They are beautiful, thank you. Flowers both times you come to call, you are beginning to spoil me."

"I will spoil you every day for the rest of your life." He dropped a kiss on her smiling lips, ignoring the light snickering of Daphne and Simon behind them. As Anthony broke the kiss, he slipped the flowers from her hands setting them in the vase of water on the table Daphne had prepared when she saw her brother arrive with the bouquet in hand. "Come on, let's eat." They sat down opposite Daphne and Simon who were grinning like fools. Anthony flashed his sister a smile. "I must say Daph, this has been one of your better ideas."

The duchess shook her head with a laugh. "Anthony you know I will not hover over you two as mother would have, but I do expect you to behave yourself."

Simon winked at his friend. "To a certain extent. A little…" The duke tipped his head side to side a little. "That is okay."

Daphne smacked her husband in the face with her napkin. "Do not encourage him."

Anthony, with an amused grin, slung his arm along the back of Penelope's chair, his fingertips dancing along her upper arm. "Too late."

Penelope laughed as Daphne rolled her eyes muttering, "Men."

Simon looked offended. "Anthony is my best friend! And I adore Penelope. I want them to be happy."

"They can be happy while courting without tumbling into bed."

Anthony and Penelope just sat back thoroughly amused and watched the married couple bicker back and forth. "I did not say for them to tumble into bed, I said a little…" He made the same gesture with his head.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Look who you are talking to, Simon."

Anthony tossed a piece of bacon at his sister. "That was rude."

She threw it back at him. "It is the truth."

Simon gave Penelope a look. "Are you sure you to marry into this family, Pen? It is too late for me, but you can still change your mind."

Anthony slipped his arm from her shoulder to her waist, tugging her half out of her seat. "Do not go putting ideas in her head, Simon. I thought you wanted me to be happy."

"Eh, I really want Penelope to be happy. If so are you, that is just a perk."

Penelope grinned, leaning further into Anthony's side. This was exactly the kind of family she wanted to marry into.

After breakfast, the foursome decided to go for a promenade in the park. Penelope had to admit, having Daphne and Simon act as chaperone was far better than her mother or even Lady Bridgerton. The husband and wife allowed her and Anthony to be a little more intimate with each other, while still ensuring it was appropriate. They walked along the waterfront, Daphne completely embarrassing her brother by sharing childhood stories he hadn't told anyone. "It was adorable, he would follow father around dressed in his best clothes and imitate the way father would walk or hold a conversation. He was the most well-spoken 12 year old ever."

Penelope flashed him a grin. "I can just see baby Anthony being a junior viscount."

His face was flushed red, shooting his sister a glare. "I thought I told you to never tell anyone one that story."

Daphne smiled wickedly back at him. "I never agreed to that."

They were all having a good laugh at Anthony's expense when someone shouted, "Look out!" A rogue horse was galloping straight toward them, its rider desperately trying to catch up. Both Simon and Anthony reacted the same way, wrapping an arm around the women and spinning them out of the way. Unfortunately, Simon stepped on an upturned rock sending him off kilter and straight toward the water. He attempted stop his fall by grabbing Anthony's arm but all that accomplished was to send both men straight into the water with a mighty splash.

Penelope and Daphne both covered their mouths, unable to muffle their laughter as the duke and viscount came up spluttering. The two women held onto each other for support as they surveyed the two completely drenched men. Penelope asked through her giggles, "Are you…are… are you alright Anthony?"

He wanted to be mad, but utter delight on Penelope's face made it impossible. "Just fine. Your concern is touching." She blew him a kiss, before dissolving back into giggles with Daphne. Anthony started peeling his sodden jacket off, sending an incredulous look to his friend who was doing the same. "Seriously Hastings?"

Simon held up his hands, laughter of his own issuing from him. "Sorry Ant, it was you or Daphne. I thought I had a better shot with you."

"Well obviously not." Anthony ripped the waterlogged cravat from his neck making his way to the embankment.

Penelope's laughter abruptly stopped as she watched Anthony lift himself from the water, his white shirt practically translucent and clinging to his body, showing off every defined muscle the man possessed. His pants also clung to him like a second skin making it impossible to not stare.

Anthony felt her gaze on him as he emerged from the water, pushing back his wet hair as he made his way back to her, Simon at his side. He smirked at her. "Are you enjoying the view?"

The redhead itched to slide her hands along the planes of his chest, wanting to feel the muscle now on display for her viewing pleasure. "You certainly are a lot to take in."

A mischievously glint appeared in his eyes. "It was not very nice of you to laugh at me."

A peal of laughter erupted from her despite her best efforts to keep it from coming out. "You should have seen your face when he grabbed hold of you."

He shook his head at her. "I am glad you found it so hilarious. You know, it's a good thing we're in public."

She grinned cheekily at him. "Or what?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Or I wouldn't be the only one dripping anymore." She was hit by a wave of desire, only furthered by the little wink he sent her before innocently walking away as if he hadn't just turned her into a hot mess.

Penelope huffed before following him. "Damn rake."

Chapter 16: Burn

Summary:

Penelope is given a crash course on the relations between men and women, then her and Daphne come up with a plan.

Notes:

Thank you everyone for your well wishes on my recovery, I was truly touched.

This chapter was so fun to write and I hope you all like it as much as I do :)

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Dearest gentle reader,

Are you sitting down? Because what this author has to tell will be one to shock you entirely.

Do you remember when I said I loved a true love story, but one was not yet in supply? That dear reader, has been remedied. As we all witnessed, during a trip to the country, a new couple was brought to light. Anthony Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington attended the Bridgertons Hearts and Flowers ball together, the viscount acting as her escort for the entire evening. This author is not ashamed to say I was thoroughly surprised when I noticed their arrival. The young couple looked notably smitten with one another and our dear viscount, who is usually not often seen taking to the floor, twirled his chosen partner for the evening in dance after dance.

It also has been revealed that Lady Featherington had said some rather deplorable things about her youngest daughter, regrettably so in front of Viscount Bridgerton himself. The ton was abuzz with the knowledge that Lady Featherington quickly ushered the new Baron Featherington and her daughters from the ball after a hushed conversation with the viscount. It does seem our dear Lord Bridgerton has taken up the role of being Miss Featherington protector from all things, even her own family. This author would also be remiss to not mention there have been rumblings of the viscount having some rather enlightening conversations with other gentlemen regarding Miss Cressida Cowper. The once popular debutante is now viewed as a leper among the eligible men of the ton. It is well known that Miss Cowper and Miss Featherington did not get along. Keep in mind dear reader, this is all speculation, but I cannot help but wonder if our dear viscount is indeed responsible for this abrupt change in popularity for Miss Cowper.

Nonetheless, it seems that love is in the air indeed, as Anthony Bridgerton has officially asked for the new Baron Featherington's permission to court dear Penelope. We all have seen them out and about with one another, and this author is confident in saying our dear viscount has captured the heart of our resident wallflower. The only question remaining is, has Miss Penelope Featherington captured his? With the way the viscount tends to look at the young woman, this author would have to say he is as good as taken. Oh, how the young ladies of the ton will mourn!

However, something troubling has occurred to which this author will be further looking into. After a promenade in the park, one where the young Miss Featherington was seen arriving with her family but leaving with the Bridgertons, Lord Bridgerton and Lady Violet Bridgerton were seen entering the Featherington household looking far from pleased. Nor, has to date, Penelope Featherington returned to her family home. In fact, many bore witness to the Duke and Duchess Hasting's staff leaving the Featherington residence with all of the youngest Featherington daughter's belongings in tow, moving them to Hastings House. This author can only assume this means our former wallflower finds herself a guest of the duke and duchess. This can only beg the question as to why that would be? What exactly were Lord Bridgerton and Lady Violet so incensed over? Why are the duke and duchess hosting Miss Featherington at their home rather than the young woman remaining with her mother? This author does hope the answers to these burning questions will make themselves known, and rest assured dear reader I will be sure to spill the tea once they do.

Penelope laid in bed, replaying Anthony's words to her in the park. Or I wouldn't be the only one dripping anymore. She groaned turning over in bed. That man was trouble. And God did she want to be in trouble. She huffed sitting up and lighting the candle on the bedside table. She didn't know much about relations between men and women. Even if her mother hadn't been a sociopath, she wouldn't have been any help. She had once overheard a conversation between Phillipa and her mother since the middle sister was engaged. Phillipa's questions only received rushed, vague answers and Penelope was pretty sure her sister had been left more confused than she'd been before the conversation.

Before Anthony had begun courting her, she had small flashes of want and desire wash over her, but they had been brief. Easy enough to brush off and tamper down. But now, with one Anthony Bridgerton tossing all of his charm and applying his rakish ways to her, those flashes were becoming more like waves crashing into her one after another. And what she enjoyed and wanted to continue was much more than she ever had before. She pondered on whether asking Daphne about all of this would be a good idea. While she was sure the older woman would be more than happy to answer any questions she may have, the man in question would be her eldest brother. She wasn't entirely sure she could bear the awkwardness that might bring.

While she thought it over, Rielle came into the room startling the young woman slightly. "Forgive me miss. I saw the light on." She lifted the warming pan she held in her arms. "I thought you might enjoy a warmer for the sheets as it is slightly chilly tonight."

Penelope knew why her maid was really here. However, the warming pan was a nice cover. "Thank you, that would be lovely." As Rielle slid the pan into the inset of the sheets at the foot of the bed so the warmth would travel upward, she met Penelope's eyes. "Do you have it?"

The other woman nodded, moving to a chest at the foot of the bed which held Penelope's night things, rummaging around until she produced the hefty sack of money Penelope had stashed under the floorboards of her room at the Featherington home. "Here you are miss." She passed the money over to Penelope. After Daphne had announced Simon would send the staff to collect her things, she requested the time to write a note to Rielle so as to explain what was happening. While she had indeed done so, she also asked Rielle to quickly and stealthily retrieve all items hidden beneath the floorboards, no questions asked. She had told the lady's maid to come to her after everyone else had gone to bed and she would explain. "You do not owe me an explanation miss. Your secrets can remain yours to keep."

Penelope smiled at the maid. "I appreciate that Rielle, I asked you to do something quite out of the ordinary. I would not fault you if you demanded an explanation. The fact that you are not, only further encourages me to trust you with my secrets." She motioned for Rielle to take a seat, which she did lightly perching on the end of the bed. "Rielle, I am Lady Whistledown."

Rielle's eyes widened but she did not seem as shocked as Penelope had figured she might be. After a few long moments Rielle smiled slightly. "I must admit, I had suspicions but to hear it confirmed is rather…illuminating." She laughed at little at the expression on her lady's face. "I had always wondered where you were getting the funds to order the few dresses you have from the modiste. I know your mother was strict with the amount of pin money you received. You also go through ink and quills at a remarkable rate even for a young lady with as many correspondents as you have."

Penelope laughed shaking her head. "I should have known you'd figure it out. You are very clever, Rielle."

"You cover your tracks well, but for someone who spends a fair amount of time with you, certain dots began to connect. When I found the money under the floorboard, I was not overly surprised."

Penelope sighed heavily, reaching for Rielle's hand. "Thank you for doing as I asked. And for keeping my secret."

Rielle squeezed the redhead's hand lightly. "You have been good to me, miss. I would never betray your trust." With a relived look, Penelope handed the money back to Rielle to repack, hidden in the chest beneath her night things. "Goodnight miss." Rielle curtsied then made to leave the room.

"Rielle?" The lady's maid turned to face her. "May I place the burden of another of my secrets on you?"

"Of course." She crossed back to Penelope, retaking her previous seat.

Penelope felt the burn in her cheeks before she even began speaking. "Lately, the viscount has caused stirrings within me. Stirrings I do not fully understand."

The older girl hmmed nodding in understanding. "I see."

The redhead saw the knowing within her maid's eyes. "Forgive me for being forward, but have you lain with a man?"

"I have. And I know what the stirrings you mentioned mean."

Penelope felt her heart beat faster in anticipation of learning what exactly Anthony was managing to do to her. "Would you explain it me?"

Rielle giggled slightly but nodded all the same. "These stirrings, do they have you imagining things? Cause a tightening in your core, perhaps a heat further down?"

Her words caused Penelope to blush deeper, she couldn't imagine trying to speak to her mother or even Lady Bridgerton about this. "Yes, that exactly."

"What that all means, is that you are wanting to be close to viscount, physically close." Rielle paused trying to think of the best way to phrase her next words. "I apologize miss I cannot figure out away to say this…delicately. What your body is seeking is pleasure, a sexual pleasure with the viscount."

Penelope felt her mouth open in slight shock. "Oh." She still was not entirely sure what that meant. "What exactly does that mean though? What does it mean to lie with a man?"

Rielle felt herself blush, she had not been expecting this line of questioning. "It can mean different things, all in relation to the feelings involved." She bit her lip casting around for the words to explain sex to a gently bred young lady of society. "This is extremely difficult to explain in a proper manner."

Penelope appreciated the effort her friend was putting in to try and be delicate and proper with her words, but she was growing impatient. "Rielle, just be frank. I give you permission."

With a nod of encouragement, Rielle agreed. "Alright, I apologize for my bluntness moving forward but if I try to dance around the finer aspects we will be here until morning." She cleared her throat, sitting more fully on the bed. "When it comes to being with a man, there is more than just the official act that comes with it. A man can give a woman pleasure by using his hands and his mouth on places such as here," she pointed to her neck, "here," she gestured to her breasts, "and even further down."

Penelope's eyes widened. "You mean…?"

"Yes. And trust me, it is divine."

"Oh." She had a feeling that was going to be all she would be able to say as this conversation continued. A vision of Anthony on his knees before her crossed her mind for a few seconds.

Rielle smirked as she watched her lady's face. "The woman can return pleasure in turn, in much the same ways and places."

Once more the redhead found herself utterly surprised. "Even further down?" Rielle simply nodded. "Oh." She brought a hand to her mouth as her mind began to conjure more images. Images of her and Anthony tangled amongst the sheets.

"This is called foreplay. The stirrings you feel are prompting you to engage in such things. Because foreplay precedes the official act of having sex."

Penelope bit her lip. "And what exactly does that entail?"

Rielle took in a breath and hesitated. "As men and woman have different anatomy, it allows their bodies to…connect."

"Connect?"

The lady's maid grimaced as she tried again. "As I said the anatomies are different. Men possess…" She really didn't know how to phrase it. "You know what men possess that we do not right?"

Penelope felt her flush run down to her neck. "Yes I understand the differences."

"Good." Rielle felt relived she wouldn't have to try and muddle through that. "So as men possess…that and women possess an opening of sorts." She waited for Penelope's nod of understanding. "The man can then enter the opening and that allows the connection."

It took a few seconds, but eventually she realized what Rielle was alluding to. "Oh!" As before, without her permission the thought of Anthony hovering above her ready to claim her as his rushed to the forefront of her mind.

Rielle could not help the giggle that escaped as she watched Penelope process all she had heard. The lady's maid could also guess the naughtier thoughts the redhead was now seeing within her mind. "I know it is a lot to understand."

Penelope ran a hand through her hair. "Why are women left so ignorant of this? To feel the desires and rush of heat, it comes about naturally, and we have no idea what that means."

"Well, it goes back to propriety. If a young women is unsure what she is feeling, she might be more pliable to the idea of ignoring it."

Penelope breathed out a laugh. "Or find themselves in a scandalous position."

Rielle tipped her head in agreement. "Or that. This is really just a general overview. If you have further questions, I suggest speaking with the duchess."

The idea of asking Daphne about this practically mortified her. "About her brother?"

"Not her brother per say, but more about relations and how to handle these feelings. She has been in your shoes, she will have insight I do not."

Penelope knew Rielle was right, as a lady's maid Rielle was allowed freedoms she as a young lady of society was not. Daphne knew that world, she had been a young woman being courted by an older man. One as much of a rake as Anthony. She would be the best person to ask for advice. "Thank you for your candor Rielle, and answering my questions. I know it was unexpected."

Rielle squeezed her hand. "I am happy to help." She stood with a smile. "I will leave you now, I am sure you have much to think about."

Penelope bid her maid goodnight before sinking once more into the pillows, her mind ablaze with scandalous thoughts.

The next morning, Rielle let Penelope stay lost in her thoughts as she prepared her for the day. She selected one of the least gaudy gowns from Penelope's large selection of yellow dresses. The fabric was a pale yellow, the bodice embroidered with lace, while the chiffon skirt was left bare to flow over her hips to the floor. Short chiffon sleeves kissed the tops of her shoulders. "You must get to the modiste miss. There a few dresses your mother chose that are not awful, but I truly think that was the madame trying to help you."

Penelope thought about Madame Delacroix. Ever since she had stumbled upon Penelope purchasing the new K for the printer, posing as Lady Whistledown's maid, she had known the truth about Penelope. The woman had been nothing but kind and hadn't told a soul about her alter ego. Before when she ordered gowns from the modiste, she requested the bill be separate from the rest of her family's. If the madame had found that odd, she didn't show it and did as Penelope asked. The redhead would then retrieve the bill before the statements could be placed on her mother's desk and would pay the bill herself in person. Now that the madame knew, she billed Penelope under a pseudo name, and she would send any bills nestled under the new dresses Rielle picked up for her. "That I do. I will probably do so today."

Rielle smiled as she gathered the top half of Penelope's hair into an elegant knot at the middle of her head, adding in diamond hair pins. She applied the honeysuckle oil to the rest of Penelope's hair, allowing it to relax her curls into soft waves. "You are ready, miss."

"Thank you, Rielle." Penelope gave the other girl a smile then made her way from the room, heading towards the dining room. Simon and Daphne graced her with a smile each as she entered and took a place at the table. "Good morning."

Simon nodded in return. "Good morning, Pen. I've been meaning to ask, are you sleeping well? The bed is comfortable?"

Penelope laughed lightly as a staff member poured her something to drink. "I have never slept in a bed so soft. It is difficult to rise out of it each day."

"Good." While all of the guests room at Hastings House were exquisite he had instructed the staff to put Penelope up in the best one. The duke folded his paper, placing it on the table. "I regret that I have some work I must attend to this morning." He looked between his wife and the redhead. "What will you ladies get up to today?"

Daphne looked at Penelope. "I was thinking perhaps I could show Penelope the gardens and then we could retire to the library for some light reading before the afternoon meal."

Penelope smiled broadly. "That sounds wonderful."

The duchess made of noise of excitement. "It so delightful to have you here, Penelope. I normally do not have any one to spend my days with while Simon is busy. Mother is busy with my siblings, and I can only handle so much of Eloise's discussions about whatever pamphlet she has acquired lately."

"She can sometimes talk the subject matter to death." The two women shared a laugh, although both truly admired Eloise's openness about her intellectual pursuits.

Simon grinned at the display, he truly did care for Penelope and to see her and Daphne forging a friendship made him happy. He knew his wife could sometimes feel lonely, having Penelope here not only provided her a safe haven, but also allowed Daphne a companion. "That sounds like a wonderful morning indeed. I hope you ladies have a fantastic time." He stood, kissing his wife on the lips, his hand lightly resting on the growing swell of her stomach. He also crossed over to press a kiss to Penelope's hair before bidding them farewell and heading toward his office.

Daphne and Penelope enjoyed the rest of breakfast, before meandering out to the remarkable gardens of Hastings House. They strolled arm in arm, Penelope indulging in the multitude of fragrances the flowers provided. The duchess could tell something was on the mind of her guest, it was why she suggested the gardens. They would be provided privacy here to discuss any delicate matters. "Penelope, how are you doing? Are your bruises healing?"

There were indeed a few dark stripes of purple along Penelope's sides and waist, where the boning of the corset had dug in. "They are slowly. Rielle has ensured to leave my corset a little looser than usual so as not to apply pressure to them."

Daphne gave her a sympathetic look. "I am still so sorry you had to endure such cruelty."

Penelope sighed. "My mother cannot be changed. I learned that long ago."

"It does not make it right."

"No, but it does make it reality."

Daphne could tell the years of torment Penelope had been subjected to ran deep. By having friendships with Eloise and Colin, and now not only a friendship with Anthony but also a courtship, she was breaking free of that cage of negativity bit by bit, but it was clear her mother's words still had a hold on her heart. "I hope you know you can speak freely to me about anything. I would like our friendship to flourish, and not only because my brother is besotted with you."

Penelope cast her eyes to the ground. "I do not know if besotted is the correct word."

Daphne grinned. "Oh, he is besotted. I know my brother Pen, I know his heart. And I know he has given it to you."

As the conversation had come around to Anthony naturally, Penelope wondered if this was a good time to ask Daphne about how he made her feel. "Daphne, I was speaking with Rielle last night. About relations between men and women." She stopped walking, the duchess following her lead. "She gave me an overview, so I am more knowledgeable on the subject. But you have been in my position before."

"I have. Our courtships are very similar. Simon is older than me and his reputation matches that of my brother. Mainly because they formed them together."

Penelope joined in her the other woman's laughter. "Those two must have caused so much trouble."

"Indeed."

The redhead blushed as she brought up her conversation from last night. "I apologize for the awkwardness this must cause for you, but your brother makes me feel things I do not always understand. After speaking with Rielle, I know more, but I do not always know how to handle it."

The duchess giggled delightedly at her friend's words. "Oh Pen, that is the best part. You handle it by giving into it."

"I thought you said we should not be tumbling into bed."

"Giving into those feelings does not necessarily mean giving in physically. You said Anthony makes you feel things? Perhaps it is time you made him feel something back."

Penelope bit her lip as she thought about making Anthony flustered. "Daphne, would you accompany me to the modiste?"

Anthony sat in his study rhythmically tapping his finger against his desk. He felt just about ready to combust. He had sent a message to Hastings House yesterday to ask his sister if he could drop by for tea, however Simon himself had written back saying that Daphne and Penelope had gone out for the day and were not expected back until dinnertime. As such, Anthony had not been able to see his girl yesterday nor today yet. Apparently Simon, Daphne, and Penelope would be having dinner at Bridgerton House tonight, set to arrive in about an hour. He willed time to move by faster, but it continued to droll its way onward minute by minute.

Finally, having wasted another half hour staring unseeingly at the paperwork on his desk, the viscount rose to get changed for dinner. He dallied around, taking his time. With 5 minutes until they were set to arrive, Anthony descended the stairs, seeing all of his family gathered as well. News of what Penelope had gone through spread to all in the house quickly and everyone was concerned for how she was faring. Eloise especially seemed eager to speak with the redhead.

The sound of a carriage rolling to a stop sounded, prompting Anthony to head for the door and cross the threshold. Simon hopped out of the carriage on the far side, walking around to the other side and opened the door. He offered a hand and Anthony could make out the fiery mane of Penelope's hair.

She settled to her feet on the pavement, lifting her eyes to meet his. Anthony felt all the blood in his body run south. As Daphne was helped out next by her husband, she smirked when seeing her brother's reaction to the dress she and Penelope had designed up. Many more dresses had been ordered as well, but this one the madame had put a rush on to have it ready for tonight. As they were just attending dinner with the family, the duchess had convinced Penelope to forgo what was fit for society.

Penelope was fitted into a midnight blue gown, his favorite color, with an asymmetrical hem, the chiffon skirt hitting at knees in the front, it gradually layering longer and longer until at the back of the dress the hem brushed lightly against the floor. The bodice was made up of a delicate lace, the waistline tailored and cinched to show off her curves. The dress only had thin spaghetti straps, leaving her shoulders bare, before a small lace sleeve rested just above the elbow on either arm. She had a matching shoulder wrap, while her hair tumbled freely in sultry waves, it a striking contrast against the gown. Her skin has been dusted with the shimmer powder he liked on her at Lady Danbury's ball. She looked positively sinful.

Anthony couldn't tear his eyes away from where her legs were on display, her feet strapped into the kind of heels his eldest sister coveted. Simon escorted both Daphne and Penelope up the pathway to the door, he himself smirking as he saw his friend falling victim to his wife's schemes. When Penelope had emerged dressed for dinner, Simon knew instantly what his wife was up to and why her and the redhead had been out shopping for the entire day yesterday.

When they reached the threshold, Simon released his hold on Penelope depositing her right in front of Anthony. He winked at her before leading Daphne in to greet the family.

Penelope blushed under Anthony's heated gaze. Knowing what she did now, the desire in his eyes ignited her own and she felt the now familiar tightening of her core and heat to pool between her thighs. "Hello Anthony. What do you think?" She lowered the wrap and turned around showing him the back of the dress. It only reached up to just above her lower back, giving him a dangerously delicious view of her creamy skin that he longed touch. She spun back around to face him, giving him a shy look through lowered lashes.

The viscount tried to respond but he honestly was having a hard time looking away from all of the skin she was showing. "Oh, fuck me." When she giggled and brought a hand to her mouth, Anthony realized what he just said. "I should not have said that."

Penelope took his hand, walking backward as she led him to the door. "I am so glad you did though."

He groaned, catching hold of her waist just before they would be visible to the family. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She flashed him a brilliant smile. "No, just make you a suffer a little."

Chapter 17: Sweetest Taboo

Summary:

Penelope and Anthony tempt each other, then Simon has an idea.

Notes:

Hello Happy Friday! I am so sorry for the wait in updating. There has been a little stray kitty by my house that my husband and I have been taking care of. And then Wednesday afternoon I finally convinced her to come inside. So I've been getting her to the vet and acclimating her to the house because I have every intention of giving this sweet baby a forever home.

This chapter is definitely a little spicy, just a smidge though. I hope you all enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Penelope gave Anthony a little wink before pulling from his hold and walking into the foyer to greet the rest of the family. The viscount took a moment to adjust his pants and think about anything other than ripping that beautiful dress from Penelope's body. He took a deep breath, then entered into the foyer as well, catching Simon's eye as he did. His best friend was doing a poor job of hiding his absolute amusement at the situation Anthony found himself in. Daphne, unable to help herself, left her husband's side to cross over to her brother with a wide grin on her face. "Good evening brother."

Anthony glared at his sister. "What did you do?"

The duchess laughed. "I took Penelope to the modiste, she needed new dresses and a few…other things. What's wrong? Do you not like her new dress? We thought of you when designing it."

With another blazing look, Anthony dragged his eyes up and down the redhead's form as she spoke to Colin. He wanted to rip his brother's arm off when Colin took her hand making her spin around showing off her new outfit. With effort, he turned back to his sister who looked far too smug for his liking. "You know I like dress. I also know it is not fit to wear publicly."

Daphne waved off his comment. "Yes maybe not to a ball or for a promenade, but just here at our home for dinner with the family? It is perfect." With a little giggle she left, heading straight for Penelope who was now being admired by Violet, Eloise and Francesca. As she turned to show them the back, she met his gaze. He watched her bite her lip while she drank him in, her eyes roaming across his body. The desire was clear in her eyes.

Anthony needed a drink. A strong one. Benedict headed over to his brother, clapping him on the shoulder. "You are so dead."

He nodded. "This woman is going to kill me." The two brothers walked further into the room now able to overhear the conversation between the women.

Francesca looked confused. "Wait, with the back open like this how do you wear your corset or chemise?"

Daphne had been waiting for this question. "Oh, she cannot, they would show. But the dress is so fitted in the bodice that she does not require one."

Violet's face looked somewhat scandalized. "So, under the gown…?"

Penelope and Daphne shared a look, both women knowing they were about to shock the matriarch. Daphne smirked at her mother. "Only her underclothes."

A strangled noise sounded through the room, prompting the women to turn around. Anthony was gripping the banister of the staircase, his face contorted.

Penelope smiled prettily at him. "Are you alright, Anthony?"

His hot gaze met hers. "I am fine, thank you."

The redhead walked over to him, the shimmer on her skin taunting him. She placed a hand on his arm. "Are you sure?"

Violet, feeling she needed to intervene to keep this courtship proper, announced, "Darlings, let us head into the dining room for dinner. It should be ready any moment."

As the family began to file in, Simon hung back. He looked to his friend. "You have five minutes."

Anthony sprung into action. He grasped Penelope's hand, pulling her into the hallway and pressing her into the wall. "You are not playing fair."

Penelope's eyes held a challenge in them. "Then do something about it."

With a growl, Anthony slid a hand into her hair using it to tip her head back before crushing his lips to hers. Penelope moaned into the kiss, grasping fistfuls of his jacket. Her shoulder wrap fell to the floor as Anthony slipped a hand between her and the wall, splaying his hand across her back. Anthony shifted, slipping one of his legs between hers pressing his knee between her thighs.

Penelope broke the kiss with a gasp, using the grip on his jacket to pull him impossibly closer. "Anthony."

His fingertips slipped inside the dress, lightly dragging against her side. The fact that there was no barrier between him and her skin was divine. He dropped his lips to her neck, dragging his teeth along her pulse. Penelope said his name again, this time dragging it out. As he pressed along of one her bruises, she gasped again, but he could tell it was different. Anthony instantly withdrew his hand and backed off of her, worried he had crossed a line. "Pen, I'm sorry."

She read the guilt on his face and rushed to fix it. She took hold of his wrists, bringing him back to her. "Anthony, no you did not do anything I did not want you to. I promise." She had been careful during the fitting of this dress to ensure it covered her bruises. The open back is an oval shape in order to still have her sides and waist covered by the fabric. "You just pressed a tender spot."

Anthony's eyes narrowed. He reached out to gently turn her around, pulling one side of the dress back to expose the still healing bruise. He revealed to his eyes how it ran the length of her side. "Penelope."

She turned around, his fingers falling from her skin. "It is not as bad as it looks."

Anthony was shaking with repressed rage, it was taking everything in him to not go storming over to the Featherington house and taking out his anger on the baron. While Portia was his real problem, no matter how angry he was he would not hit a woman. However, his sister might. "It looks bad."

"They are healing." Penelope took his hands settling them on her sides. "You just have to be gentle with me." She reached up pressing a kiss to his jaw, then one to his neck.

He was right back under her spell, but before he could get lost in her again, Simon cleared his throat. "Time's up."

Anthony closed his eyes in frustration. He had never wanted to blow off one his family's dinner more. He dropped a light kiss to her lips before retrieving her wrap from the floor. He offered Penelope his arm, leading her out from the hallway to where Simon still stood in the foyer. The viscount gave his best friend a nod of thanks, by Simon not sitting down with everyone else it gave him and Penelope time together all while seemingly having a chaperone.

The duke chuckled as the couple got closer. He stopped them, reaching out to try and wipe some of the shimmer from Anthony's jacket. He managed to knock most of it off, but not all. "Well, maybe we will just say you two hugged."

With that, the trio headed into the dining room, Daphne smiling knowingly at them as they sat down.

It was a game the two of them played during dinner. Anthony sat at the head of the table with Penelope on his right. The conversation flowed pretty smoothly, the family talking about Daphne's pregnancy, Benedict's art, Colin's travel plans. Both Anthony and Penelope participated fully in the conversations but definitely tried to test the other's limits.

Penelope shed her shoulder wrap draping it over the back of her chair. She fluffed her hair, pulling it to fall over one shoulder, leaving the one closest to Anthony bare. She rolled her shoulder a little shifting the strap of her gown to hang preciously on the edge of her shoulder, it tantalizingly close to falling. Anthony's world had become zeroed in on that thin piece of fabric.

In retaliation, Anthony peeled off his jacket, and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. As he was rolling up his sleeves, his mother noticed his actions. "Anthony, sweetheart what are you doing?"

He tossed her an easy smile. "It is just a little warm in here is it not?" A few murmurs around the table agreed it was slightly. Penelope's breath hitched as he revealed more and more of his forearms, her eyes flicking back and forth between his arms and where his shirt showcased a sliver of his chest.

Daphne and Simon both snicked slightly as they watched the silent battle of wills unfold. Violet, not exactly blind herself, she could see the shimmer on Anthony's clothes catching the light every now and then, attempted to pull Penelope's attention away from her son's body. "Penelope dear?"

The redhead snapped her head around to look at the older woman. "Yes Lady Bridgerton?"

"How is your stay at Hastings House?"

Penelope took a moment to give both Simon and Daphne a smile. "It has been wonderful. Simon and Daphne have been most welcoming. I feel more at home there than I ever did at my mother's."

Simon, seated next to her, reached over to take one of her hands and kissed the back of it lightly. "It has been a pleasure to have you stay." He turned to his mother in law. "She brings much needed company to the house. I have thoroughly enjoyed our lively conversations during mealtimes."

Daphne nodded in agreement, grinning at the younger girl. "I hope you never leave. Your company and your friendship are dear to me."

Eloise, who had been rather silent so far, said, "You do all remember she is my best friend right?" Penelope met the brunette's gaze who gave her a warm smile in return. The redhead knew that was Eloise's way of saying she forgave her for lying about Whistledown. "I already had to compete with Colin, but now all of you want her for yourselves."

Colin laughed, sending Penelope a grin. "Careful Pen, it seems we are all developing a little bit of a crush on you."

Eloise jumped back in, "Well all except Anthony, he has got more than a little crush. He is trying to full on marry you."

Penelope blushed at those words, shyly glancing at Anthony. He too seemed a little flustered, with all of his family grinning at him like crazy. Violet looked especially hopeful. The viscount gave her a little shrug. "She is not wrong."

Benedict, who was seated across from Penelope and on Anthony's left, was unable to help himself. He propped his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "You know Pen, you have options. You could be my wife." He laughed as Daphne who was next to him, smacked her brother on the arm and Colin just shook his head. "Just think of the fun we would have."

Anthony, very calmly, looked at his mother. "You are about to down a son."

Violet rolled her eyes, her boys would never tire of testing each other. "Benedict, do not tease your brother."

The artist waggled his eyebrows at the girl across from him, eliciting a laugh from her. "Ben, you are most kind. And I love you dearly. But I must decline," she gave Anthony a beautiful smile. "For I am taken."

The smile that Anthony gave her was near blinding.

After dinner, Anthony and Penelope, accompanied by the duke and duchess, took a turn about the gardens, the light from the moon illuminating their path. As the night had grown somewhat chilly, Anthony had collected his jacket before leaving and draped it over Penelope's shoulders when they stepped outside.

Simon and Daphne kept a good distance between themselves and the other couple. They themselves knew how hard it could be to stay away from each other when courting, leading to the unfortunate discovery by Anthony of them in the gardens. Daphne knew her brother wouldn't last long. He wanted to court Penelope, give her the full experience, but Anthony was a man who when he knew what he wanted, he didn't waste time.

Penelope knocked lightly into Anthony. "You are very quiet."

Anthony smiled a little, laying a hand over the one she had in the crook of his arm. "I am just thinking."

"I am listening."

The viscount led her over to the side where camellias in white, pink, and deep red were flourishing. Anthony reached over and picked a red camellia stem from the group. "Pen, I know our relationship came about in an unconventional way. And believe me, I was surprised when I realized what I felt for you extended beyond friendship." He laughed a little. "I feel completely in over my head, but I cannot hold myself back anymore. What you mean to me scares me to death, because I have never felt this way about a woman before. I am not always sure what to do, courting is a rather new thing for me." He handed Penelope the flower. "Father told me to never give a rose to a woman, roses are too common. He said to give a red camellia."

Penelope lightly brushed the pads of her fingers along the silky bloom. "Red camellias mean eternal love."

"I may not know what the hell I am supposed to do all the time, the best way to court you, but what I do know is I am in love with you."

Penelope gasped in shock. Even though she knew he was courting her, had kissed her, had told her he wanted to be the friend she fell in love with, it still took her breath away to hear him say he was in love with her. Through all of their declarations and confessions, neither had actually said 'I love you.' "When you tried to push me away, the thought of my life without you in it…" She trailed off averting her gaze to the ground, but Anthony gently tipped her chin up to look at him.

"Tell me."

"Anthony, you are everything good in my life. And when you walked away, I knew then that I had fallen in love with you."

He cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry I made you wait on me."

"It's okay."

Anthony leaned in to kiss her slowly and softly. He never could have imagined his little sister's best friend would turn out the be woman he fell in love with. After Sienna he wasn't so sure he believed in love anymore.

Simon and Daphne came upon the couple, prompting Penelope to reluctantly pull away. Daphne gave them both a smile. "I am truly sorry to interrupt, but we should get home."

Penelope nodded but turned back to Anthony, wrapping her arms around his neck bringing him closer, pressing her forehead to his. "Come with me."

He sighed, his hand skimming along the length of her back sending shivers through her. "I wish I could." He pressed his lips to her temple.

Simon looked to Daphne. She seemed uncertain. "It is not a good idea."

The duke shook his head. "It is probably not. But I think we are going to do it anyway."

Daphne took a deep breath. "Mother will kill us."

"No, she won't, we're giving her the first grandchild."

"That saves me, not you."

Anthony and Penelope had drawn away from each other to watch this odd conversation take place. The viscount cleared his throat to grab their attention. "What are you two talking about?"

Simon gave his friend a smile. "Anthony, would like to accompany me to White's? I find I am not quite yet tired, but the women wish to retire for the evening."

Anthony quirked an eyebrow at his friend. "I suppose that is fine." Simon had a mischievous look in his eyes that the viscount couldn't quite figure out.

"Splendid! Shall we?" Simon offered his arm to Daphne, who took it with a heavy sigh but let her husband lead her back toward the house.

Penelope shared a look with Anthony. "I am rather confused."

He agreed, escorting her to the house as well not sure what to make of the duke's sudden jovial behavior. "Simon is acting strange. And that never bodes well."

Upon arrival back at the house, after saying their goodbyes and Violet promising to come by for tea tomorrow afternoon, Simon loaded up Daphne and Penelope in his carriage and sent it along back to Hastings House. He turned back to Anthony who was waiting by one of the Bridgerton carriages ready to take them to the club. Anthony leveled a pointed look at his longtime friend. "What are you up to?"

Simon looked back innocently. "Why whatever do you mean?"

"Simon, don't make me hurt you."

The duke laughed, hauling himself up into the waiting carriage, Anthony right behind him. "I was just thinking by the time we get back from the club it could be late, and you would have drop me at Hastings House then come all the way back here."

Anthony was getting a little annoyed. "Your point?"

"If it is too late, you could just stay at Hastings House for the night. Just to avoid traveling so late."

The viscount was silent for a second, before working to hide his grin. "You are a truly terrible chaperone do you know that?"

Simon laughed heartily nodding his head. "I do know that! I also know how courting can be. A couple only enters into courting when they already have developed feelings for one another. It makes it hard to be apart, not only because you want them around, but because we are still human. And women tend to drive us men crazy."

"Is that why you nearly defiled my sister against a shrub?"

"Are we not beyond that?"

Anthony scowled. "No, we never will be because the last thing I ever wanted to see was a man's hand up my sister's skirt."

Simon rolled his eyes choosing to move the conversation back to his original topic. "I am just saying, I have been where you are, and I know how you feel."

Anthony nodded his head in thanks, but then chuckled. "Daph is right you know, Mother will kill you if she finds out."

"Let us hope she does not find out then." Their carriage pulled up in front of White's, both men hopping down from the carriage and Anthony instructing the driver to stay close by. With that, they entered the establishment, nodding in greeting to other gentlemen out for a late night drink. Simon ordered them both a glass of whiskey before they settled into their usual seats, the other men having been sitting there vacating as soon as they saw Anthony and Simon walk in.

The viscount took a sip of his drink. "Are you ready for the ball tomorrow?"

Simon shook his head as he took his own drink. "I am never ready for a ball, let alone hosting one. But Daphne has it well in hand. Plus, I believe your mother is planning to stay after afternoon tea tomorrow to help her get everything prepared."

Anthony chuckled, knowing his mother would absolutely be doing that. "I confess, it will feel weird arriving to the ball when my girl will already be there."

The duke laughed as well. "I am sure we can coordinate something, perhaps a grand entrance for her walking down the staircase to you."

The sat in companiable silence for a moment before two other gentlemen made their way over. "Bridgerton, Hastings. Good to see you!" Lord Radcliffe and Mr. Downey each shook Anthony and Simon's hands, taking the open seats opposite them. "Hastings, we do not see you much lately. How is your lovely duchess doing?"

Simon, who hated social niceties, plastered on his fake smile. "She is doing well, her pregnancy is going beautifully."

Lord Radcliffe raised his glass of brandy slightly. "Wonderful to hear, wishing her all the best." He then looked at Anthony. "And you Bridgerton, I must say you surprised us all. Courting the youngest Featherington girl are you?"

Anthony tightened his grip slightly on his glass. "Yes, I am."

Mr. Downey interjected with a slight laugh. "You know, the ton as a whole always figured she might end up a Bridgerton. But dare I say, it was assumed it would be through your younger brother."

Anthony knew they were referring to Colin, but asked anyway, "Which one? I have three you see. However, I will assume you are not referring to my youngest."

Mr. Downey and Lord Radcliffe chortled as though Anthony were being witty, which while yes he was, he was also just trying to keep his composure. Downey took a quick drink. "Yes, the youngest Mr. Bridgerton is not in the running. I am talking about Colin."

Simon carefully watched Anthony's face, to the viscount's credit it remained perfectly polite. "Yes, Colin has a close friendship with Miss Featherington. I have no problem with that, I am the lucky one she chose to court her."

Radcliffe knocked back the rest of his drink. "No problem? I must say Bridgerton, you are a kinder man than I."

"What do you mean?"

The lord signaled for a refill. "If I had a brother that close to the woman I was courting, I do not think I would let her out of my sight. It is common knowledge that most everyone thought your brother would settle for the safe choice eventually."

Anthony set his glass down, flexing his fingers. "Settle for the safe choice? Are you implying Miss Featherington is a consolation prize?"

Downey gave Anthony a sly smirk. "Bridgerton it is just us men here. You can admit the marriage is one of convenience. Or to refute a scandal." The implication was clear. These men believed Anthony had taken liberties with Penelope, that she had let him, wanted him to. And while yes Anthony was no saint, God knows he shouldn't be pressing her up against walls and slipping his hands into her dress, these men were suggesting he had taken her virtue before their courtship. "I am not blind, the girl does have a glorious set of –"

"Downey, shut up!" Simon growled at the other man, effectively stopping him from finishing his sentence. Anthony looked just about ready to murder. "Miss Featherington is a societal young lady, and you will only speak about her with respect. Better yet, do not speak about her at all."

Radcliffe, not seeming to catch the hint, chuckled. "Calm down Hastings, you have your wife, but even you must admit the young Miss Featherington has her own….attributes."

Anthony spoke, his thinly contained rage coloring his tone. "Do you two imbeciles not realize you are openly speaking in rather vulgar terms about the woman I am intending to make my wife?" He slowly stood then yanked Downey up by the shirt. "The last man that did that, I broke his bones. Would you like to be added to that list?"

Downey, clearly realizing he had crossed a line, shook his head rapidly. Radcliffe, inebriated by now, rose. "Hey now!" He went to throw a punch, granted a sloppy one. Simon made to catch it, but Anthony quick as lightening shoved Downey back into his seat then caught Lord Radcliffe's punch before wrenching his arm behind him at an awkward angle.

"I could break your arm. Easily. For Miss Featherington's honor I should."

Simon, knowing they were in a public establishment and not a private residence, intervened. "Anthony, let him go." With satisfaction, the duke noticed Lord Radcliffe was already weepy eyed from the pain of Anthony wrenching his arm to the point of almost breaking it. "He is already crying. I do not think he will be saying anything more about Miss Featherington." Simon bent down. "Will you?"

Radcliffe shook his head. "No, my apologies Lord Bridgerton."

Anthony released the other man, throwing him back in the direction of his chair as well. "Let's go." Simon glared at the two men for another few seconds before following Anthony out the door. They were quiet in the carriage, Anthony slowly simmering down from the altercation at the club.

Simon let out a breath. "You know Ant, you have earned your reputation of being a force to be reckoned with. I do not believe I ever seen two grown men cry so quickly."

Anthony smirked. "Until you piss me off, I am generally a nice person. I do not have a short temper, I just have a quick reaction time to bullshit."

Arriving at Hastings House, Anthony sent the carriage home as Simon offered to send Anthony home in a carriage of his own. It could be used to transport Violet later in the day tomorrow. The two men slipped into the house, most of the candles extinguished and the house quiet. The duke motioned for Anthony to follow him up the stairs. At the landing, he pointed to the left. "Head down the hall to the second to last door on your right. That is her room. Rielle will have already done her nightly check in, so you should be good." He grinned at Anthony. "If for whatever reason you find you are unable to control yourself, the room next to hers is ready for guests."

Simon clapped Anthony on the shoulder, then headed down the hallway on the right towards his and Daphne's room. Anthony stood standing on the landing for a minute. This is such a bad idea.

Nevertheless, he made his way down the quiet hallway until he reached the door to Penelope's room. He wondered if he should knock, or would she already be asleep? He stepped back looking under the door. He could see the faint flickering light, indicating a candle was lit. She's still awake.

Steeling his nerves, Anthony knocked lightly on the door before opening it and slipping inside. Penelope turned from her place on the window seat, thinking it was just Rielle, only to have her eyes widen as she saw him. "Anthony?" She rose from her seat, crossing to him quickly. "What are you doing here?"

He had to grin. She looked so adorably confused. "All part of Simon's plan. As you must have noticed it is getting late. He did not think I should travel home at such an hour." She was dressed for bed, a thin nightdress covered by her dressing gown. "My question," Anthony moved in closer to whisper in her ear, a hand slipping under the dressing down to settle against her hip, "is what are you thinking about to keep you up so late at night?"

His hand was like fire pressed to her hip. She knew exactly what kind of thoughts were keeping her up. He being in her bedroom while her mind couldn't stop imagining scenarios of them tangled together made her body hyperaware of his. "I should not say."

Anthony laughed lowly, the sound sending a shot of heat directly to her lower body. "You really are going to be the death of me."

Notes:

Poll Time!

Do you want a little spiciness (not full blown smut, just spicy) next chapter or keep it cooled off and sweet? I have a version for either one.

Chapter 18: Sweetest Sin

Summary:

Things heat up between Anthony and Penelope, then Violet gives Anthony something.

Notes:

Hello dear readers! So I believe every single vote aside from one was for some spiciness to be added to this chapter, I have obliged. To anyone who did not want the spice, I am so sorry. I have marked warnings for where it begins, which is literally right at the start of the chapter. I also marked where it ends so you know where to start reading.

The spiciness isn't insane, because we will have some other moments I am sure. Got to build it up, but I hope it satisfies your want for a little spice between our favorite couple.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Spicy Content Warning *

Penelope felt her heart begin to race, she was able to feel the warmth of his body, the blazing heat of his touch. Anthony slipped his hand from her hip, moving behind her pressing the length of his body to hers. He gently pulled her hair out of the way, leaning forward to croon in her ear, "You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how." He placed a soft kiss behind her ear, before grazing his teeth along her earlobe.

Penelope's breath hitched, a hand reaching behind her to grasp at the back of Anthony's neck as he slowly pulled the dressing gown from her shoulders, it still hanging loosely on her arms. He kissed along her shoulder to her neck. Penelope tilted her head to the side to provide him better access, a soft moan slipping from her at his ministrations.

Anthony ghosted his hands along her sides, careful to keep his touch light. "This is a bad idea, Pen."

A breathy laugh escaped her. "It is." She turned in his hold. "But I don't care." Penelope reached up on her toes, Anthony meeting her halfway. He pecked her lips once, twice, then kissed her deeply with enough force to cause Penelope's back to arch. She began walking backward, leading him by the fistfuls she had of his jacket. Her back met one of the bedpost and Anthony wasted zero time in eliminating all space between them. He slipped his hands inside the dressing gown, dancing his fingers along her spine until he palmed her bum, a cheek in each hand. He groaned as he squeezed lightly, and Penelope broke their kiss to drop her head back against the bedpost. Anthony descended on her neck, nipping lightly at her fair skin, but reminding himself not to mark her. Penelope threaded a hand into his dark hair, his name falling from her lips. "Anthony." He smiled against her skin, kissing his way down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts, peeking out from beneath her nightgown. He brought his hands around to cup each one, encouraged by her tug on his hair.

In her arousal, her nipples had pebbled and were straining against the silky fabric of her dress. Wickedly, Anthony traced a finger around each one, but didn't touch. He delighted in the frustrated whimper Penelope let out. "Patience, love."

"I thought you were a rake, not a tease."

He pulled down the neckline of her nightdress just low enough to press a kiss to the valley between her breasts.. "Oh darling, I am one in the same." His lips left a trail of fire in their wake, and Penelope was sure she'd combust if he kept this up. Anthony gently drew the dressing gown from her arms, dropping it to the floor as he sank to his knees before her. Penelope glanced down and moaned as he looked exactly the way she had pictured it in her head.

He lifted her leg, pressing his lips to the skin just above her ankle. Anthony slid her leg over his shoulder as he kissed his way up her leg, pushing the fabric of her gown up as he went, relishing in the softness of her. "Anthony." Penelope's pitch had risen slightly the closer he got to the apex of her thighs. Guided by instinct, she attempted to lead him by the hand woven into his hair, where her body ached for him, but he resisted her pull and leaned back, removing her leg from his shoulder. She whimpered at the loss of his mouth. "Now who is not playing fair?"

Anthony laughed as he repeated his actions with her other leg. Penelope resigned herself to the being pushed to the edge but not quite over. "Anthony!" Her eyes snapped open as this time when he reached the inside of her thigh, he nipped the soft, tender skin with his teeth then laved his tongue over the spot to soothe it. He gently sucked the spot, adding light little bites every now and then. Penelope yipped as he worked, the sensation electric. Anthony pulled away, smirking in satisfaction at the mark he had left. No one other than him should be seeing this part of her anyway, so he felt the right to claim it. Having had let him have his fun, Penelope reached down again to grab hold of his hair, this time pulling him up. He obliged, standing back to his full height.

As he had in the hallway earlier that night, Anthony slotted one of his legs between hers and brought his knee to where Penelope was aching. "I think you are the one who is dripping now."

His words were a little dirty and hot, but she couldn't help the rush that ran through her as he whispered them against her lips. She brought her hands up, peeling Anthony's jacket from his shoulders. As he worked it off his arms, she hurriedly undid his vest. Once he had divested himself the jacket, he ripped the vest from his body as well. He caught her in a kiss, fighting the battle within himself to slow them down. He knew he was getting close to his limit. "We should stop. Before I can't."

Penelope's head was a fuzzy mess, her entire being enveloped by all that was Anthony Bridgerton. "Are you at that point yet?"

Her question was dangerous. "Not quite."

She gave him a devilish smirk. "Let me know when you do." She pressed herself down a little on his knee, drawing out a strangled groan from the man before her. She placed featherlight kisses to his neck, her hands slipping the buttons of his shirt from their holes. Anthony grasped the bedframe behind her, there was something incredibly sexy about his little redhead taking control. When she herself nipped along his jawline, Anthony growled before grasping her bum again and hauling her up in his arms, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She gasped in surprise, not only at the move but the also the ease in which he did. He spun them away from the bedpost to lay her down across the bedsheets. He slid atop her, his shirt gaping open as while unbuttoned still on his body. He planted one arm beside her shoulder to keep his weight off her. He kissed her fiercely, while his free hand grasped at the back of her thigh. Penelope smiled into his kiss as her thoughts of the two them all tangled amongst the sheets was starting to became a memory rather than imagination. Penelope arched off the bed, brushing her breasts against his chest. Anthony left her lips to pull the strap of her nightgown down with his teeth, pulling a whimper from the young woman below him.

In a sudden motion, Anthony flipped them then sat up, tugging her across his lap, a leg on either side of him. Penelope could a feel a bulge beneath her, pressing deliciously against her, right where she needed him. He cupped her cheeks, unable to stop kissing her. Penelope slipped her hands beneath his shirt, dragging her nails along his spine. She then passed the tips of her fingers along his abdomen, causing the muscles to jump beneath her touch.

Anthony broke from her as she began to push the shirt from his shoulders. "You have to stop, love. You should have a ring on your finger before I ruin you further." He took her in the sight of her, her red hair was wild, skin flushed. Her nightgown was bunched up around her thighs, one strap of her gown drooping on her arm. Her chest heaved as she attempted to slow the racing of her heart. She looked entirely, undeniably wanton.

Penelope gazed at him, trying to rein in her raging desire. His shirt hung from his arms, leaving his chest and torso bare. She could see the muscles tensed as he fought to hold himself back. His hair was in disarray due to her fingers running through it and tugging at it over and over again. His pupils were blown wide in desire. He was dangerously beautiful, and she knew he was the only one who could quell the burning heat within her. She gave him a sweet smile leaning forward to kiss his lips softly. "I ache for you."

Anthony gave her a smile as well. "As I ache for you." She gave him a little smirk as she slowly pulled at the shirt. "Pen."

"Please?" She gave him a sugary sweet smile. He groaned at his inability to tell her no. He helped her remove the shirt from his body. She tossed it behind her with a giggle. "Much better." He pressed another heated kiss to her lips before tapping at her thigh with his fingers. Penelope moved off of him, sinking into the pillows with a sigh. "This was a really bad idea. Rielle told me too much, and you made me feel too much."

End of Spicy Content *

Anthony laughed heartily as he laid down beside her. She moved into his arms, a hand resting over his heart. He dropped a kiss to her head, slowly feeling himself regain his self-control. "We can blame Simon in the morning."

Penelope tipped her head up to look at him, an indescribable look in her eyes. Anthony tucked her hair behind her ear. "What?"

"For the first time in my life, I don't have to make an effort to be happy. It just happens when I am with you." Anthony was pretty sure he just fell in love with her all over again.

Penelope awoke the next morning to the sun shining through her window, she had forgotten to close them last night due to a certain distraction named Anthony Bridgerton. She felt wonderfully warm as she opened her eyes, becoming aware of the solid body pressed up behind her and the arm thrown over her waist. She could also still feel a certain something poking into her. In her inexperience, when she rolled her hips to ensure it was indeed what she thought it was, the arm about her waist suddenly tightened and tugged her firmer against the man in her bed.

Anthony groaned, burying his face into her neck. "Please stop doing that."

His lips grazed across her skin as he spoke, eliciting a small gasp to fall from her. Every inch of her skin was alight with need. "Why is it still…?"

Anthony chuckled into her skin, lightly pressing his lips to her neck in a soft kiss. "Trust me, I have no control over that. For one it is morning, for another, I have woken up all wrapped around the most beautiful and tempting woman." She turned in her arms, her hands coming to rest on his chest. "Good morning."

"Good morning." She closed the small distance between them, capturing his lip in a kiss. Just as Anthony moved to lay her down on her back, the door popped open.

Rielle came in with a smile. "Good morning miss. I hope you sl-" The lady's maid abruptly stopped talking as she spotted Anthony in the bed with her lady.

Penelope broke from Anthony and sat up in the bed quickly, staring at Rielle with wide eyes. "Good morning Rielle."

While he knew it wasn't funny, Anthony couldn't help but laugh silently hiding his grin behind his hand. He worked to pull himself together, sitting up as well and flashed the lady's maid a charming smile. "Morning Rielle."

The other girl breathed out a nervous laugh. "Good morning, my lord. Um…I will come back later." She stood there for another awkward moment before spinning on her heel and quickly exiting the room.

Penelope and Anthony sat there for another few seconds, before Anthony bust out laughing again. The redhead looked to him and smacked his chest with the back of her hand. "Stop laughing, she just caught us!"

"It is Rielle! I am not concerned about that." Penelope huffed but couldn't help the smile that took over her face as she saw Anthony's was alight with happiness. He sighed before getting out of the bed. "I should go. I am sure mother will be ready to interrogate me about where I was."

"What are you going to tell her?"

He gave her a reassuring smile. "That I stayed at my apartment for the night. It is far closer to here than Bridgerton House so she will not question it. Well, she might a little, but I will not be giving in her to tactics." Penelope too slipped from the bed, pulling her dressing gown on as she watched Anthony gather up his clothes, slipping his shirt on before retrieving his jacket and vest. The redhead walked over to him, reaching out to begin buttoning up the shirt for him. "I liked it far better when you were unbuttoning it."

She giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest over his heart before continuing her task. "So did I, but I have no desire to be on the receiving end of your mother's ire."

Once she was done he put on his vest, allowing her to button it up as well, while he shrugged on his jacket. "Trust me, it is I who would be the one getting in trouble."

Penelope smiled a little before raising up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him. God, she was irrevocably and undoubtedly attached to this man. She supposed that wasn't the worse thing to feel about the man courting her, but it was still quite something to notice about herself. "I will see you tonight for the ball."

Anthony pressed his lips to her hair. " I will come get you to escort you in." She nodded before reluctantly pulling away from him, following him to the door. As he opened it he found Rielle leaning against the wall, her lips pressed together and Simon just about to raise his hand to knock on the door. "Hello Hastings."

The duke gave both him and Penelope a cheeky little grin. "Good morning. Did we sleep well?"

Anthony glanced at the young woman beside him. "Do not answer that." He pressed a kiss to her cheek before heading into the hallway, while Rielle slipped into the room giving Penelope a wide eyed look and shutting the door behind her.

Simon waggled his eyebrows at his friend. "So…how did it go?"

The viscount merely rolled his eyes, making for the stairs. "Have you already called the carriage?"

"Yes, it is waiting out front. I figured you would need to get back as soon as possible."

Anthony nodded his head in thanks, the smile not leaving his face as he replayed his night with Penelope. "Thank you, mother will no doubt be lying in wait, ready to pounce once I enter the door." He went to exit Hastings House when Simon's voice stopped him.

"Anthony?" He turned to look at his friend. "Did you have a good night?"

He hesitated for a moment, not sure he wanted anyone else to be let in our his and Penelope's time together, but then nodded. "I did. And no, before you ask we did not cross that line."

Simon gave him a genuine smile. "You really do love her don't you?"

"No one is more shocked than me, but yes I do."

The duke nodded in approval. "Good. Because I have become rather fond of Penelope, she holds a special place in my heart. So just know, if you do anything to hurt her I will fuck you up."

Anthony laughed as he opened the door. "I am pretty sure you would have to get in line."

Anthony opened the front door of Bridgerton House as quietly as possible, but he heard the second he shut it behind him, "Good morning dearest."

As expected, Violet Bridgerton was waiting on him. He turned around and gave her a smile. "Good morning mother." He kissed her cheek lightly making his way toward the stairs.

"Where have you been, Anthony? You did not return home last night."

He chuckled knowing he couldn't just brush her off, despite the attempt. "Did you wait up for me mother?"

Violet fixed her eldest with a look. "That is not an answer to my question."

Anthony sighed, leaning against the banister. "After Hastings and I returned from the club last night it was late. I stayed the night at my apartment after dropping him off as it is closer to Hastings House."

Lady Bridgerton narrowed her eyes, searching his face for traces of a lie. "Did you now? You just dropped Simon off at the house Penelope is currently staying at?"

Flashes of the previous night flickered across his mind, but he kept his face neutral. "Yes, I did."

Violet wasn't entirely sure she believed her son but decided to let the topic go. "Anthony," she walked a little towards him. "I want to remind you that courting is not married. There are still limits and boundaries that must be respected."

"I know that mother."

"Do you?" Anthony sensing this wasn't going to be a quick talk headed back down the stairs to stand in the foyer with his mother. "I saw the glitter Penelope was wearing last night all over your clothes at dinner. I also saw the way you looked at her and she at you."

Anthony shook his head. "Is it wrong to desire the woman I am intending to make my wife?"

Violet sighed while rolling her eyes. "No Anthony it is not, but she is also not your wife yet."

"You are the one who pointed out getting married quickly might not be the right course of action."

"That was before I realized who close you two are to crossing a line!"

Anthony rolled his shoulders, willing himself to not get agitated. "I know the limits mother, I know when to stop."

Lady Bridgerton crossed to her son, settling a hand against his cheek. "Anthony I love you. And I love Penelope. I just want you to enjoy this time."

He smiled at her. "We are, and I want to give her everything a courtship entails. But I also know I am I going to ask her to marry me."

Violet studied her son, she could read the determination in his face. "She will say yes."

"I like to think so."

Violet sighed and nodded lightly, fishing around in her pocket. "Courtship is a wonderful time. You get to learn every little thing about each other. Then again, you and Penelope have known each other forever." She pulled out a small box and offered it to Anthony. "While I do think a proper courting time is good for a relationship, marriage is also a very beautiful time."

Anthony opened the box and saw his father's betrothal ring. "Why are you giving me this? I have not asked you for it yet."

"I know you would have soon. This way you are ready."

He gave his mother a quizzical look. "Are you telling me to ask Penelope to marry me?"

Violet smiled at Anthony. "I am telling you to make yourself happy. Marrying her would be a great start to that."

Anthony exited the carriage in front of Hastings House, Benedict and Colin stepping out after him. The ball was already in full swing, and he could spy Violet and Daphne greeting guests as they arrived. True to his expectation, his mother did not return from Hastings House after tea, in fact she had taken her dress for the evening and her lady's maid with her to ensure she had no reason to leave before the ball began that night.

This had of course left him in charge of getting his siblings ready for the ball and on time, along with ensuring his youngest siblings were left in the proper care before he and his older siblings left for the evening. Benedict clapped him on the shoulder, prompting Anthony to look over his shoulder to his brother. "Go on, I know it is killing you. Col and I got Eloise and Francesca."

Anthony shot both his brothers a grateful smile before hurrying his way to the door. He stopped briefly to kiss on the cheek both his mother and sister in greeting. Daphne winked at him. "Just go wait by the staircase." She signaled a staff member over and whispered something to the woman. She curtsied then disappeared up the stairs. The duchess tipped her head toward the entranceway. "Trust me, Anthony."

He laughed lightly but did as his sister instructed, making his way through the small throng of people milling about and towards the grand staircase. He felt a little silly, just standing there but he trusted his sister. A few minutes later, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.

Simon appeared at the top of the staircase with Penelope on his arm. She had donned a gown of Bridgerton blue. The bodice was left bare, with an exaggerated sweetheart neckline and small cap sleeves. At the waist, the dress billowed out in a full circled tulle ballgown skirt flowing over her hips to the floor like a waterfall. The skirt was adorned with snow white floral appliques and the waist was accented with a pearl band. Penelope's red tresses had been fashioned into a soft, luscious waves that cascaded over her shoulders and down the length of her back. She had a small floral clip on either side of her head, the same snow white as the appliques of her dress, to keep any hair from falling into her face.

Simon escorted her down the stairs, reveling in the soft murmurs that buzzed across the crowd. Penelope was finally garnering the attention she deserved, and he could tell from the looks on his guests' faces, they all were unable to deny her beauty.

Penelope caught Anthony's eye as she let Simon lead her down the stairs. He of course was as gorgeous as ever, and the way he was looking at her, like she was the only woman in the world, made her dizzy. She and Simon reached the foyer, and Anthony didn't need any instruction, coming over to the pair. The duke raised her hand to press a kiss to the back, then placed it in Anthony's outstretched one. "Have fun." With a wink, he hastened to join his wife outside to welcome the newly arrived guests.

Anthony appraised her head to toe. "I do not have a word to describe how beautiful you look. Bridgerton blue suites you."

Penelope blushed and averted her gaze toward the skirt of her gown. "Daphne insisted. Your sister does not take no for an answer."

The viscount laughed but mentally thanked his sister for her tenacity. "She is a Bridgerton. We all have that problem just a bit." He offered her his arm, then escorted her into the ballroom. It was absolutely stunning. The architecture of Hastings House was breathtaking on its own, therefore when all decked out for a ball, it was rather mind-blowing. Spotting his siblings, Anthony steered Penelope over towards them, delighting in how people no longer watched them in disbelief, but rather in awe. Portia Featherington truly had never done her youngest daughter any favors, but now all of the ton would see in her what the Bridgertons, and Anthony especially, had seen in her all along.

Eloise caught sight of them making their way through the crowd. "Pen! Look at you!"

Colin gave them a grin as he tipped his head toward her dress. "Bridgerton blue I see."

Penelope had a feeling she was going to hear that a lot this evening, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't love wearing the color her favorite family was known for. Anthony smiled brightly at her. "She was born to wear it."

Benedict and Francesca awed at their brother's statement while Colin merely laughed, and Eloise rolled her eyes. "Oh Lord. I would be careful Pen, my brother is completely enamored with you. You never know what may happen."

Colin gave his sister a pointed look. "Okay enough of your cryptic words, join me for a dance."

The brunette resisted. "No, I would rather not."

He continued to drag her to the floor. "That is too bad. Because I do not care."

Penelope giggled as she watched the brother and sister continue to bicker the rest of the way to the floor. She allowed her eyes to scan over the room, trying to keep an eye out for anyone dressed in bright, garish colors. Ben noticed her actions. "Pen, are you looking for someone?"

The redhead made a noncommittal noise as she continued to sweep her gaze over the gathered guests. "I am just trying to keep a look out for my mother."

The artist reached out to take her hand and give it squeeze. "You do not have to worry about that. Daphne told us on the way in she did not extend an invitation to your family. She wanted you to be able to enjoy this evening without worry."

Anthony would have to thank his sister for her thoughtfulness. He could feel the tension leave Penelope's body at his brother's words. He desperately wanted to drop her arm and instead snag her about the waist and hold her to him, but he just knew his mother would have something to say about that if he did. "The night is ours, Pen. What would you like to do first?"

Penelope shot him a dazzling smile. "How about I show you off to everyone?"

Notes:

Next chapter: The Hastings Ball!

Chapter 19: Take My Name

Summary:

The Hastings Ball will be the one everyone is talking about this season.

Chapter Text

The band played a nice, gentle melody to carry across the room after the first dance of the evening had concluded. Eloise hurried off the floor as a young man was weaving through the crowd, his gaze set upon her. Colin laughed as he followed his sister, sending the potential suitor a sympathetic look.

The brunette accosted Benedict, shoving her hands into the pockets of his jacket, searching for a writing instrument. Ben swatted her away from him. "El, what are you doing?"

Eloise was now rummaging around in her eldest brother's pockets. "I need something to write with." Everyone gathered knew the young woman wanted to fill in her dance card with fake names just in case she got cornered by a gentleman wanting to claim a dance. Anthony gently removed her hands from his person and held her at arm's length. "Anthony, I know you have something."

The viscount chuckled while shaking his head. "For tonight El I do not. As all of the ton knows I am courting Penelope, all of her dances belong to me. I need not worry about signing her dance card."

The redhead showed Eloise her unadorned wrist. "I did not even bother putting mine on."

Eloise narrowed her eyes, not convinced. "What if another young man would like to dance with Pen?"

Penelope smiled at her friend. "The only other men I would accept a dance with would be either Ben, Colin, or Simon."

Anthony nodded in approval. "If that is the case they need only ask her."

Francesca put a hand to her heart. "You two are so cute. Picking up where the other left off."

Anthony shot his love a wink to which she smiled brilliantly at. A young man approached the group, a nervous smile on his face. "Good evening Lord Bridgerton." He nodded at Anthony in acknowledgement. "Mr. and Mr. Bridgerton." He next met eyes with Benedict and Colin. The young man, probably no older than 20, bowed slightly to Penelope next as she was on Anthony's arm. "Good evening Miss Featherington."

She gave him a gentle smile. "Good evening. You are the young Lord Brambly correct?" She recalled reporting last year of the late Lord Brambly's early death due to illness.

He shook his head in confirmation. "Yes, miss." Penelope gave him an encouraging smile, the boy was so nervous. Lord Brambly also bowed to Eloise with a "Good evening Miss Bridgerton" before settling his eyes on Francesca. All three brothers felt their protective instincts go on alert. Lord Brambly gave Fran a full bow, smiling shakily. "Good evening Miss Bridgerton."

Francesca gave him a polite smile. "Good evening Lord Brambly."

"I was hoping you may honor me with a dance?" Lord Brambly hurriedly shot his gaze to Anthony. "As long as you permit it, my lord."

Anthony felt a little bad for the young man before him. Clearly he was very nervous, and he could see the young man's mother in the background looking on. He was sure she had told her son to show him the utmost respect. Anthony turned to look at Penelope.

As his future viscountess, she would be in charge of helping launch his sisters into society and would take over chaperoning duties from his mother. As Violet was busy helping Daphne, she had put her second and third daughters into the care of their brothers. Hence why he was being asked to give the young lord his permission. He gave Lord Brambly a small smile. "If you will allow me," he faced the redhead again, "Miss Featherington what do you think?"

Penelope looked to Anthony in surprise. "I beg your pardon?"

The viscount tipped his chin the in young man's direction. "Lord Brambly. What do you think in regard to Francesca."

Suddenly she understood what Anthony was doing. He was giving her a snapshot of what certain duties Viscountess Bridgerton held. Penelope turned back to the young lord, who was doing his best to not shuffle his feet. "The late Lord Brambly was an honorable man. I am sure he instilled the same values in his son."

Lord Brambly nodded, her words alleviating his worries slightly. "Yes he did indeed, miss. My father made it his goal to ensure I knew how a lady should be treated."

Penelope gave him bright smile. "That is very good to hear." She met Anthony's gaze. "I see no reason as to why he should not be given your permission. As long as Francesca agrees as well."

Anthony grinned at her. She was a natural. He gave her a wink before turning to Francesca. "Sister?"

"I would like to dance."

He nodded in understanding. "You have my blessing, Lord Brambly."

The young man breathed out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, my lord." He offered his arm to Fran. "Shall we, Miss Bridgerton?" Francesca gave her siblings and Penelope a excited smile before accepting his arm and allowing him to walk her out to the dance floor.

Benedict sighed. "Well, there she goes. We only have Hyacinth now who is still in the nursery."

Eloise rolled her eyes. "She is hardly in the nursey anymore. She is one and ten."

Colin sided with his brother. "Yes, but she is still too young for all of this. We would like her to remain that way."

Anthony made a noise of agreement. "Yes, that would be immensely helpful."

Penelope scoffed lightly, giving all three men a look. "You cannot stop her from growing up."

Her love knocked her shoulder lightly with his own. "We can try."

"Let me know how that works out for you, darling."

The other three Bridgertons all exchanged a glance. The two were already sounding like a married couple speaking about a daughter of their own. Anthony slipped his arm from Penelope's to instead offer his hand. "May I have this dance?" The band had begun to play the beginning chords of the next song, it soft and sweet.

"Of course." Penelope fitted her hand into his, following him to the floor. The dance was not anything specific, just an opportunity to dance with a partner without worrying about following too closely to a set of official steps. Daphne didn't want to utilize the same dances as all the other balls. She kept a few favorites, such as the waltz and the quadrille, but most of the dances would be simple little songs fit for dancing to.

Anthony, unable to turn off the big brother in him swept his gaze across the other couples on the floor to find his sister and Lord Brambly, making sure things still seemed to be going well. As he noticed the smile on Francesca's face, he allowed himself to once more solely focus on the woman before him. He placed a hand just above Penelope's waist and took her hand with his other while she placed her free one on his shoulder.

He led her in simple four step movement, a little bit of a deviation from that of the waltz. Most of the couples were doing a box step, keeping them mostly stationary, but Anthony had never been one to blend into the crowd. Penelope giggled lightly as he slowly spun them around, moving seamlessly between the other couples as they danced. "You are making a spectacle of us."

He smirked devilishly at her. "You did say you wanted to show me off." He twirled her around, the skirt of her dress billowing out around her. "With you as my dance partner, this seemed the best way to achieve that. Everyone was already staring at you anyway."

Penelope sighed contentedly as he spun her around, bringing his arms around her as her back was to his front. She wished they could eliminate the space between them so she could feel the heat of his body against her, but she would settle for the feeling of being in his arms while they danced. Anthony made her feel seen and cherished when he held her. She would never say no to that feeling.

Feeling bold, Anthony turned her back to face him, spinning them around three times. He then brought their joined hands down by their sides while the other slid up to splay against the middle of her back, pressing her in a little closer. He released her hand to settle his on either side of her waist while she brought hers up to rest against his neck while he walked them in a slow, small circle his eyes locked on hers. The song was drawing to a close, Penelope stepped back as she took his hands with hers, pulling him to her, their fingers lacing together.

If they were not surrounded by a crowd, feeling their gazes on them, Anthony would have leaned down to kiss her. However, as his mother had pointed out, courting couples still had limitations, and that was one of them. As if she was reading his mind, Penelope gave him a shy smile. "If only you could kiss me right now."

"If only indeed." Instead, Anthony brought their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of hers. Letting go her hands, he offered his arm escorting her over to his family. He watched Francesca be handed back off to his mother. She, Daphne, and Simon had finished greeting everyone and had met up with his siblings.

As the couple rejoined the family, Francesca grinned at them. "You two danced so beautifully! I had to apologize to Lord Brambly for my inattention as I found myself watching you more and more."

Anthony smiled at his sister's compliments. "That is all Pen."

Penelope shook her head in disagreement. "A lady is only as accomplished as her partner."

Colin and Eloise both rolled their eyes in tandem at this display of sweetness. Colin gave Pen a look. "Good Lord Pen, what have you done to the gruff and broody viscount of a brother I have known all my life?"

Eloise added, "Anthony, you need to dial it back." She swapped her gaze over to her friend. "Honestly Pen, I would tell you not to swoon, but he would catch you. So never mind."

Daphne settled her gaze on her brother and sister. "Anthony and Penelope are in love. They are allowed to be adoringly sweet." She leaned into Simon. "When the two of you have found your soulmates you will understand."

Benedict laughed. "I don't know Daph. Between Mr. World Traveler and Miss Independent over there they might never settle down."

Violet sighed. "I do hope you are wrong my dear boy."

Anthony smiled at his family's interaction before whispering to Penelope, "I will go get you a refreshment."

She took advantage of Lady Bridgerton arguing with her children to lightly press her lips to his cheek. "Thank you." She watched him go, thoroughly enjoying the view he provided. Anthony Bridgerton was easily the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. All of the Bridgerton clan were unfairly blessed in the looks department. Granted, with Violet's beauty and the late Edmund Bridgerton's distinguished features it wasn't surprising their children were absolutely stunning as well.

Violet took Penelope's hand, tearing her gaze from Anthony's retreating form to look at the matriarch. "You are absolutely beautiful in Bridgerton blue my dear."

Daphne smiled happily at the redhead. "I told you it was your color."

Penelope blushed, every time someone told her she looked wonderful in the distinct blue shade she couldn't help but imagine marrying Anthony. "Thank you, both of you. It has been a rather favorable color for me tonight is seems."

Anthony returned with two flutes of champagne in his hands. Daphne had also elected to not serve lemonade at her ball. She herself was partaking in only water due to her pregnancy, but she wanted Hastings Ball to stand out and that included all the way down to what kind of drinks she served. "Here you are, love."

Penelope accepted the glass, internally preening at Anthony's term of endearment for her. He had used in regularly as of late, but each time he said it she felt her heart flutter. "Thank you, darling." Violet felt her eyebrows raise at the easiness of how her son and the redhead used terms of endearment for one another. They truly did slide deeper into love without even noticing they were doing so. Anthony was standing with his back against a nearby wall, Penelope had subconsciously leaned into him, her side brushing against his front. They gravitated toward one another without a second thought.

Another song had started up, but before anyone could take to the floor, a commotion at the entrance to the ballroom echoed into the room. Simon perked up, trying to determine what was happening. Penelope caught sight of a very familiar brightly patterned dress through the people amassed by the door. Then her mother's distinct voice rang out "I am sure it was a simple mistake. My daughter is being courted by the duchess' brother."

She felt heat rush to her cheeks. Her mother's greediness had no bounds. She wanted to suck every ounce of favor she could get from her relationship with Anthony. However, she was surprised that after Anthony and Violet had dressed down both her mother and cousin they would actually show up to a ball they were not invited to.

Simon cursed, instantly weaving through his guests to reach where Lady Featherington, Baron Featherington and the two other Featherington daughters were being denied entry by his staff. Penelope thought she should join him and confront her mother, but Daphne extended her arm to hold her back. "Let Simon handle it." She shot her brother a look. "That goes for you too Anthony."

The duke had reached the front, his face a mask of indifference. Portia attempted a charming smile. "Oh, our dear Duke of Hastings, good evening. I was just explaining to your doorman here that it was a mere oversight our invitation to the ball tonight not being received."

Simon gave her a tight lipped smile. "Lady Featherington you did not receive an invitation because the duchess and I did not put you on the guest list. I am very sorry for the inconvenience, but I must ask you and your family to leave."

Portia's attempt at charm dropped from her face, replaced by her usually haughty expression. "Leave? My daughter is to be married to the viscount, your brother in law. I believe that owes my daughters and I the right to attend your ball."

"What Miss Featherington and my brother in law have provides you nothing. Their love is for them only, you do not get to unduly benefit from your daughter's happiness."

"Our families will be one!"

Simon stepped forward. "By marriage that may be, but that will only be prevalent on paper. If Miss Featherington decides to deny you the connection that is her right. I also believe that will be the decision she makes."

Lady Featherington scoffed. "Penelope does not have the spine to do such a thing. She has always been too soft hearted. If I ask for it, she will provide it to me."

The duke stepped forward again, not taking care to keep his voice quiet. "Portia Featherington you are the worst kind of mother. Have you not inflicted enough upon your daughter? Leave her be damnit! If the ire of the viscount is not enough to make you pause, although it should be as he will do all that is necessary to ensure your daughter is happy, keep this in mind. When they are married she will be my sister in law, and I will join Lord Bridgerton in ensuring you and your family are wiped into obscurity."

Jack looked on with a bad feeling. Only he and Portia knew of his falsehoods regarding his mines in the Americas. They needed the Bridgertons, and by extension the duke and duchess, to help keep their little lie afloat. But as it seemed, Portia had pushed her daughter too far and now she was reaping the consequences of that decision. He had been too weak to even attempt to change her mind. Jack prided himself on being able to talk his way both in and out of situations, but he didn't feel all that good about his chances in this circumstance.

Portia tipped her nose further into the air to try and have it seem Simon's words did not affect her. "I demand to speak to my daughter."

Simon's anger increased. "Penelope is in my care now and therefore under my protection. She is so due to the abusive conditions she suffered while at your home. Do not stand here making demands of me, demands you are unworthy to make. Now leave while I am still allowing you the opportunity to do so by your own choice. However, I will have you removed by force if you refuse."

Portia wanted to snap back at him, but she could see the wide eyed stares in regard to his words, and she could hear the murmurs of the crowd like a buzzing in her ears. She looked back at Simon whose expression was one of stone. "Fine, no matter. There will be plenty of balls in the future. Come along girls."

The duke gestured for his doormen to follow the foursome out to ensure they did in fact leave. He took a deep breath to calm himself, before turning back to his guests with an easy grin. "And that concludes are theatrics for the evening." He waved for the band to begin playing once more. "Please everyone take to the floor to enjoy a lively country dance!" Most of the guests did as he said, including Benedict dragging Eloise out onto the floor.

Simon grabbed a flute of champagne, downing it in one go, before heading back towards the family. Penelope instantly fell into apologies. "Simon, I am so sorry for my mother."

He brushed off her worries, reaching an arm over to pull her in for a side hug. "Pen, you need not apologize for your mother. She is a greedy woman yes, quite keen on making the most of your connections to the family, but that is not on you."

The redhead sighed. "Still. She interrupted your ball and continues to be a thorn in my side. Amongst other things."

Violet watched the shadow pass over Penelope's face. She no doubt was replaying some of the cruelty she had endured at the hands of her mother. A small tear fell from her blue eyes, Violet reaching over to brush it away. "Do not think on what your mother has done or continues to do. You are nothing like her. Your beauty truly comes from within."

Penelope gave her a watery smile as Anthony wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and pressing his lips to her hair. Lady Bridgerton allowed his actions as she could sense Penelope needed his comfort. "Are you okay, Pen?"

She nodded at Anthony's question, taking a long sip from her glass. "Yes, I just wish I had a different family. The number of times growing up I would lie in bed just hoping my true family would come whisk me away…"

Anthony gently took hold of her chin, turning her head to meet his eyes. "You truly deserve a better family. Although selfishly I am glad you are a Featherington. For were you not, you would not have grown up just across the street. And that would have been a shame." Penelope smiled, doing her best not to get lost in the beauty of his eyes. "As for your true family whisking you away," he resisted the urge to place his hand over the pocket of his jacket that held his mother's ring, "I am working on it."

She longed to kiss him long and deep, his words a balm to the residual pain from all the years of torment she had been subjected to at her mother's hands. She knew she would suffer these kind of moments in the future, but she had a feeling with Anthony by her side, she would eventually be able to put it all behind her.

At the end of the lively third dance, Benedict returned with Eloise both breathing heavily but clearly having had a good time. Violet blanched as she watched her son knock back two glass of champagne in a row, while her daughter gulped down a glass herself.

Daphne laughed lightly as the faces her siblings were sporting. "You know, you are meant to sip that. There is also water you could have grabbed."

Ben shrugged. "We saw the champagne first."

A cheerful but mellow song began to play. Simon turned to Penelope with a grin. "Pen, I would be delighted if you would allow me this dance."

She looked at Anthony. "Do you mind?

He shook his head. "It is your night, Pen. I am fine with whatever you want."

She gave his hand a quick squeeze before accepting Simon's arm. The duke led her to the floor, taking up a classic dancing position. As the song began in earnest, he decided upon a simple dance nothing too flashy. They executed an easy five point step, alternating positions after each set swapping which hand was on her waist or his shoulder. Every so often Simon would spin them or lift Pen while turning in a circle. "I do hope you know I am very fond of you Pen. I feel we have become good friends while you have been staying with Daph and I. And I am truly grateful for the friendship you have extended to her."

Penelope gave him a small smile. "I did not do anything spectacular. You are the ones who saved me."

"There are a lot of ways to save a person." He lifted her again while spinning, pulling a laugh from the redhead. "You and Anthony are good together. Good for one another."

"Thank you."

Simon tipped his head before continuing, "I can tell you make him extremely happy. I can also tell he means the world to you."

Penelope took in a breath, he was right. Anthony had come to mean so much to her. "He is the first person I told everything to. He truly sees me, the good parts and the bad. Everything in between." She shrugged helplessly. "And he loves me anyway."

Simon grinned. His best friend had found himself a wonderful woman. "And clearly you love him."

"More than anyone."

He nodded in approval, happy to hear it. "Good."

Penelope saw the overwhelmingly wide smile the duke was fighting back. He knew something. "What are you hiding?"

He adopted an innocent look. "Me? Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Anthony told me that when you are acting strange it never bodes well."

Simon barked out a laugh as the dance came to a close, he finishing it off with a series of incredibly fast spins. "Ninety-nine percent of the time he would be correct."

"And this is that elusive one percent?"

After taking his arm, Simon started back to the where the family was now gathered at a table, Daphne needing to get off her feet. "I suppose you will have to wait and find out."

The rest of the ball passed without incident. Both Colin and Benedict asked for a dance with Penelope as well but leaving the last one, the waltz, for Anthony. The viscount was perfectly content to let his brothers spin her across the floor. The more he watched her seamlessly integrate herself even further into his family, the more his fingers itched to bring out the ring box in his pocket.

Daphne studied her brother's face as he watched Penelope and Colin dance. He had a permanent soft smile on his lips, never once taking his eyes off the young woman. She had also heard from Benedict how Anthony had Penelope make the determination for a potential suitor for Francesca, same as she would as viscountess. Her brother not only wanted to marry Penelope Featherington, he wanted to marry her soon. Simon had been acting squirrelly every time she mentioned the courting couple but kept telling her it was nothing. "Brother?"

Anthony turned in his seat to look at his sister. "Yes, Daphne?"

"Are you proposing to Penelope tonight?"

He dropped his eyes to the table, rubbing the back of his neck. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the ring box and handing it to her. "I have thought about it." Daphne opened the box, taking in the view of the familiar ring. Her mother and Penelope did have similar taste in jewelry, it would fit the redhead beautifully. "I know we haven't been courting all that long. I have only taken her out of a ride, two promenades, and escorted her to two balls."

The duchess laughed a little. "I have seen marriages happen after far less."

"Mother thinks I should take my time. Enjoy the courting stage of my and Penelope's relationship."

Daphne knew her mother was a little more old-fashioned. Her and her father had courted for a few months before he proposed, despite both of them knowing they were going to get married after about two weeks. "Mother is just a hopeless romantic at heart. Courting is where a man supposedly learns everything about the woman and attempts to sweep her off her feet." She grinned cheekily at Anthony. "You have already succeeded there." He laughed as she handed him back the ring. "Besides, you and Penelope have known each other for most of your lives. You two also formed a friendship first, spending time with one another. If you add up all of that time, you would be pretty close to mother's timetable."

Anthony admired the ring, moving it slightly to watch it catch the light. "Do you think it is a mistake to propose? I know she is the woman meant to be my wife, Daph. "

"No, it is not a mistake. I dressed her in Bridgerton blue for a reason, Anthony."

While the two spoke, Penelope and Colin's dance had ended, and the two friends had partaken in some water to cool off. It was almost time for the last dance of the night and as promised, Colin was escorting Penelope back to his brother. Anthony stood, quickly taking hold of her once she was close enough. "Finally, you have come back to me."

"Oh, I am sorry. I promise, next ball every dance will be yours." The band started up the beginning notes of the waltz, a signal for all couples to make their way to the floor. Penelope gave her love a smile.

"Come on, I need to show you off one more time."

Anthony chuckled but let her pull him towards the floor, fine with not being the one leading her. She brought him to the middle of the floor, her blue dress a vivid splash of color against the many crème, light pink, and lavender gowns of the other young ladies surrounding them. As the song truly began, Anthony and Penelope raised a hand each between them crossing at the wrists. They walked a full circle, then changed hands and walked a circle in the other direction. Simultaneously Anthony bowed and Penelope curtsied then Anthony took her into his arms.

He led them in the classic waltz steps, smiling down at her. "Are you happy, Pen?"

She let him twirl her before saying, "I am. You make me happy. Everyday." Penelope twisted to one side then the other, Anthony dipping his hips to match her movements. He moved his hand from her waist to grab hold of the one on his shoulder bringing them between their bodies, as he spun them around.

Anthony extended his arm to let Penelope pirouette out before she floated back to him. "I want to keep making you happy for the rest of my life." They each turned around her right shoulder and his left touching, hands intertwined as they turned a circle. He brought her back in front of him, slipping his arm around her waist before twirling them around.

Penelope could see an intense look in his eyes, he was preparing himself. "Anthony, what are you saying?" The music softened as Anthony removed his hold on her waist, they both lifting an arm once more to cross at the wrist.

They walked in a slow circle, unable to look away from one another. As the song slowly picked up once more, Anthony spun her, then as Penelope curtsied, he bowed and kissed the hand he still held within his own. "Pen…" The music reached its crescendo, drowning out his voice. He took her into his arms, moving through the traditional waltz steps feeling his heart race. He twirled her around before guiding her across the dance floor once more. He stopped them once they were back in the middle of the floor then spun her around once, then again the other way.

She gave him a beautiful smile as she picked up her skirt, stepping around him quickly as Anthony circled his arm around his head to keep hold of her hand as he guided her. He grinned back once she completed her rotation, pirouetting her out again before one last spin and another walk around him with her skirt flared.

The song ended, the last notes fading out. Other couples started to make their way off the floor, but Anthony kept her right there in the middle. "Anthony?"

He extended his right hand to her, which she instantly took with her left. "I hope you do not think I am crazy, saying what I am about to so soon. But I feel it is the right time to ask you what I have known for some time."

All the party guests watched from the sidelines, many of the women with a hand over their mouth or heart. "Everyone is watching us."

Anthony shrugged. "It is alright. Let them say and think what they want. Maybe my mother thinks I should wait but I cannot. I want you in every single part of my world." She gasped as he dropped to one knee right there in front of everyone. "Pen, I can see my future in your eyes and taste forever on your lips. I am man who knows what I want and there is no way that I can take this slow." He reached with his free hand to grab the ring box from his pocket, flipping it open with his thumb. Penelope brought a hand to her mouth as she saw the ring.

"Penelope Featherington, let me make you mine. I am through with taking my time. I have never felt this way before, and I know you are the woman for me." He freed the ring from the box, moving to slide it onto her ring finger of the hand he held. "Take my name and make it yours. Take my days, take my nights, go ahead and take the rest of my life. I don't want to wait anymore." He pressed his lips to her knuckles, his thumb brushing across the ring. "Take my name, Pen. Take it and make it yours."

Chapter 20: Love So Soft

Summary:

Penelope gives Anthony her answer.

Notes:

Hello lovelies! I do hope everyone is having a good time getting ready for the holidays. I myself am a little stressed out for I am hosting Christmas for my whole family this year so I have been cleaning non-stop! And with four cats in the house, it is quite the job.

There is a small section of very tame, mild spiciness in this chapter. I have marked it for convenience of anyone wishing to skip it.

Also, my overly ambitious mind has been nagging at me regarding my next planned story. I am planning to do another poll, letting you choose which story you would like to read. Either way, my next story will be a Modern AU one. I will post the rough drafts of the summaries for both stories at the end of this chapter. Please let me know which one you like better!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Penelope flitted her eyes between Anthony's smiling face, the absolutely breathtaking ring on her finger, and the crowd watching them, fully enraptured. She looked back to Anthony, down on one knee looking every bit the prince she dreamed about as a little girl. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

He heard the teasing in her voice, prompting his laughter. "Yes, I am."

She smiled brightly. "I would love nothing more. Make me yours."

Anthony rose, cupping her cheeks between his hands while the sound of clapping surrounded them. "I am going to kiss you now."

"In front of everyone?"

He shrugged. "They just heard you agree to marry me. I think we're safe." With that, he sealed his lips over hers keeping the kiss soft and sweet. Simon hooted and hollered in glee, when Anthony had told him of his plans right after Violet had given him the ring, he had been waiting for this moment. He was terrible at keeping secrets, well at least others secrets.

Violet brought a hand to her mouth, overflowing with joy as she watched her eldest child find his happiness. She had always worried about Anthony. So much had been placed on his shoulders at far too young of an age. He had been forced to grow up too soon and that kind thing tended to harden a person. Leave it to the young redhead to push her way through his tough exterior and soften him from the inside out. Penelope would care for her son, Violet was sure of that. A mother's love was an impossible one. It was always hard to give a daughter away, but for a son…it meant no longer being the most important woman in his life. However, if Violet could've picked herself for who to take her place when it came to Anthony, she would've picked Penelope.

As Anthony pulled away from his bride to be, he read the desire in her eyes. He himself felt it too. Now she had the ring on her finger that he insisted she have before he ruined her further. The guests of the ball began to filter out, conversations about what they had just witnessed filling the air. The viscount pressed his forehead to hers, cinching his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him. Now that they were officially to be married, his imagination ran wild about her in a wedding dress, and more specifically him ripping it off of her. The sight of her pregnant with his child danced in his head and oh did he so desperately want to see that. "I need to be alone with you."

A noise of want slipped from Penelope as she looped her arms about his neck. "I have my ring now."

He grinned as it seemed his favorite little redhead had been thinking along the same lines as himself. "I know."

"Okay, cool it you two." Colin sauntered over with Ben, Eloise, Fran, Daphne and Simon in tow. "Do remember that there are still other people in the room."

Anthony smirked at his younger brother. "That is specifically what we were just discussing and how to remedy it."

Daphne tutted. "No, no, Anthony. There will be no defiling of young women in my house. You will wait until the wedding night." She didn't notice her husband giving his friend an exaggerated wink behind her. In Simon's view, the two were already fully committed one another, let them have their fun. "You are to be a gentleman."

Penelope shot a wicked grin at the older girl. "Trust me, he is. He always ensures I am satisfied first." A chorus of disgusted protests erupted from the other Bridgertons, Simon's booming laugh mixed in. Anthony himself had bust out laughing at her remark.

Colin shuddered. "Pen, never say anything like that ever again. I do not need that kind of visual."

Anthony, unable to keep himself from joining in on the fun, grinned devilishly. "Which visual is that Colin? The one of me with my head between your best friend's legs?" His addition prompted another cacophony of revulsion from his siblings. Penelope giggled, burying her blushing face into Anthony's shoulder. He brought a hand up to tangle in her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Violet, thankfully having missed out on the exchange between her children, made her made towards the group after ensuring the last guest had indeed departed for the evening. "Well, that was quite the evening." She pulled Penelope from Anthony's arms into her own. "Oh, I am just so happy you will officially be a part of the family. I always knew you would be a Bridgerton someday."

Daphne cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "I had the staff get all of the guests rooms ready so that everyone may stay here tonight as it is rather later. You may choose whichever room you like."

Violet kissed her daughter's cheek. "That was so thoughtful of you, dearest. I do believe I will go ahead and retire for tonight. I am rather tired after this memorable evening." She crossed over to hug Anthony tightly. "Your father would be so happy. He told me once that he knew one of his sons would fall for Penelope as she grew up. He also told me he hoped it would be you."

Anthony pulled back to look into his mother's eyes. "He did? Even with my being a fair deal older than her?"

Lady Bridgerton looked over to where Penelope stood with Ben, Colin, and Eloise. "Penelope's good heart was evident even at ten years old. He said he could not wait to see the beautiful young woman she would turn out to be." It was quiet between the pair as it remained unspoken how Edmund Bridgerton had never gotten the chance to do so. "He said she would grow into a fine woman."

Anthony felt his heartbeat quicken as Penelope looked over her shoulder and gave him the most remarkable smile. "Father was right."

"That he was." Violet reached out to brush some of his hair back. "Congratulations my son, you have found your true love match."

He laughed lightly. "I used to think I would only marry for duty."

"I suppose it is a good thing Penelope knew better."

Penelope sat at her vanity, admiring the ring now adorning her finger, while Rielle brushed out her hair. The lady's maid whistled. "It is a beautiful ring, miss."

"It is the ring his father proposed to his mother with. Edmund Bridgerton had exquisite taste."

Rielle laughed as she set the brush down, Penelope's tresses now tangle free. "It seems the viscount has inherited his father's good taste then." She met the redhead's eyes in the mirror. "Speaking of Lord Bridgerton, should I expect to see him in the morning?"

Penelope blushed under her friend's gaze. "I would say it is a high probability."

The older woman hmmed in response, winking saucily at her lady. "Have your fun, just remember miss. It is always best to keep somethings withheld until the wedding night."

"Trust me Rielle, while a rake, even reformed, Anthony would never breach that line before we are officially wed."

Rielle nodded in approval. "Good. I will retire for the evening then miss, if you do not require my assistance any further."

Penelope stood and hugged her friend. "I am fine. Have a good night Rielle." The lady's maid gave a light curtsy, then left the room with a teasing smile on her lips. Penelope took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. She hoped Anthony would come to her tonight. He had walked her to her room after the ball, pressing her against the door and kissing her as though he were a man dying of thirst and she was the only thing that could quell it.

Then she had the decidedly wicked thought of her going to his room. He told her he would be in the room right next door, the one at the very end of the hall. It would be easy to slip from her room to his as it wasn't as well lit on this end. I cannot believe I am considering this. She had been brought up to be a sensible and demure young lady. Granted, this had been done with a rather harsh hand, but it was also Lady Bridgerton who instilled these things in her. Violet had always treated Penelope as though she were one of her own and that extended to helping shape her into a respectable young woman of society.

Then again, she looked back down to her betrothal ring, she was now engaged to be married to Anthony. The season was heading for its close, only a few weeks away and Violet had mentioned a wedding to be held towards the end of the season. As such, if Anthony decided to procure a special license for them it wouldn't be all that scandalous. Many people expected them to wed before the end of the season she was sure, so it actuality a special license might even be needed in order to make that happen.

Armed with the knowledge that Anthony was to her husband in such a short time, she found her confidence and desire to surprise him with her daring won out over her ingrained sense of carefulness. Growing up in the house she did, with the parents she did, she learned to be careful. That had only been heightened when she became Lady Whistledown.

Penelope fluffed her hair and ensured her dressing gown was secure, before she tiptoed to her door, slowly twisting the knob to keep it from making a sound. She opened the door a crack and peered out. Only a few candles were still lit, casting the hallway into a semi-shadow. Seeing no one, she quietly exited her room, pulling the door shut behind her. It would not do to leave it open, that would be an immediate red flag. She did another check down the hall to make sure no one was coming. Once sure she was safe, Penelope softly padded across the thick carpet towards Anthony's door.

She was going to knock quietly to alert him of her presence, but then she suddenly heard voices drifting up from the staircase. From what she able to tell, it was Benedict and Eloise. She felt a wave a panic erupt within her. Without thinking she turned the doorknob of Anthony's door, and hurriedly sprung inside doing her best to resist the urge to slam it shut and rather closed it as quickly and quietly as she could.

Now safely out of her soon to be brother and sister's view, Penelope turned around only to squeak it surprise. Clearly not expecting her presence in his room, Anthony stood before her clothed in nothing, seemingly having just divested himself of his suit for the evening. He was outlined in the light of the moon shining through the window and the few candles lit about the room. "Pen!"

Penelope knew she should turn away, but her eyes remained transfixed upon his body. Every muscle, every ab, every bit of strength in his body, every line was laid out before her. As her gaze drifted lower, she finally came back to herself and spun around a hand over her mouth and her eyes wide.

Anthony was frozen in shock for a moment before he quickly grabbed a set of his pants and pulled them on. "Pen?" Now that his surprise was fading, he was beginning to find some humor in this situation. He'd be lying if he said his ego wasn't inflated just a smidge at how it had taken his fiancée a few long seconds before she averted her gaze and turned around. "Are you alright, love?"

Penelope's cheeks burned in both embarrassment and arousal. She had felt the bulge in Anthony's pants last night and that morning. However, to have a such an indescribable visual to go along with that feeling…Oh my. "Anthony, I am so sorry. I truly did intend to knock first but then I heard your siblings come up the stairs. I simply…reacted."

He tried to keep the smirk off his face but was failing miserably. He leaned against the bedframe as he watched her, still with her back to him. "Are you planning on turning around anytime soon?"

"Are you…decent?" She figured that was the best way to phrase her question.

Anthony chuckled at her question. "I am. I am not any more exposed than you have already seen before."

Penelope hesitated, because as of now she had seen him fully exposed, but she knew he wasn't including that. She bit her lip as she slowly looked over her shoulder. He grinned at her from his place against the bedframe. She drank in the sight of her fiancé, while yes more clothed than before, his chest remained bare and the pants he had hurriedly pulled on were not fastened so they hung low on his hips, and she could the beginning of the V that led directly to the part of him that made her core ache. She fully turned to face him, a shy little smile on her face. "To quote you, are you trying to kill me?" She gestured helplessly to the loose pants he wore.

Anthony laughed lowly pushing off the bedframe and sauntering toward her. When he was right in front of her, he leaned down to whisper, "No, just make you suffer a little."

Mildly Spicy *

Penelope giggled as he echoed her own words back to her, but that giggle quickly dissolved into a breathy moan as Anthony dipped his head to press his lips to her neck, while his arms wasted little time in shucking off her dressing gown it dropping to the floor. He brought an arm around her waist, yanking her flush against him allowing her to feel the now familiar bulge against her center. She gasped at the contact, her hands flying to touch him, one slowly drifting along the planes of his chest, the other moving to thread into his hair. "Anthony!"

He groaned at the feeling of her hands on him. "Do you feel what you do to me?" His words caused her to clamp her thighs together as the heat began to flare. "The first thing to go when we are married are these damn nightgowns." Anthony caught her in a heated kiss, giving himself the time to pour his desire for her into it. He kissed her slow and deep, only allowing her a quick gasp for breath before he descended upon her again.

Penelope moaned into his kiss, tugging lightly on his hair. She desperately wanted to rip the nightgown from her body, she tingled all over and where her skin met his it was full on burning. She wanted to be engulfed in his inferno.

Anthony slowed his kiss and lightened his hold on her waist. While his body screamed at him to take her, to claim her, he reigned in his carnal desires. He broke the kiss, giving her a satisfied smile. "Well, if nothing else we do know that works."

Penelope smiled reaching up on her toes to peck his lips. "I have my ring. Does that mean you are willing to ruin me further now?"

The viscount groaned at her words, they were like a strike of lightning straight to down to the throbbing part of his body. "God you are a bloody siren." Unable to help himself, he kissed her fiercely once more and let her lead him toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, Anthony reached down to sweep her up into his arms, settling her amongst the covers. He loomed over her, an arm on either side of her prolonging the kiss but did not join her in the bed.

Penelope noticed his inaction. "Do you intend to join me?"

Anthony stood up, shaking his head once more. "Oh, you are going to be in so much trouble when we are married. I will be unable to give you a moment's respite."

She sat up. "What about now?"

He loved the picture she made right now. She was in his bed, her red hair a vivid contrast to the white of the sheets behind her, a strap of her nightgown knocked from her shoulder and dangling on her arm. He wanted to see her like this every night for the rest of his life. "I had every intention of when coming to your room tonight to only sleep next to you." He maneuvered to the other side of the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding in next to her. "While I would love nothing more than worship every inch of your body," he slid a hand to the hem of her gown, pushing it up as he trailed his fingers along her leg all the way up to her thigh, "strip you bare before me," he kissed along her shoulder, to her neck, to her cheek, "sink myself to the hilt within your heat," Penelope whimpered at his words, "as a gentleman, I must refrain."

End of Mildly Spicy *

Penelope reached out to smack his chest. "You are awful! Do not speak such things only to not make good on them."

Anthony laughed lightly at her ire. She truly was quite fetching when angry. He laid down, tugging on her hand to get her join him. He turned on his side, her mirroring him while facing his direction. He slipped an arm about her waist to pull her close. She rested one hand on his chest over his heart, with the other played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Please forgive me my darling. Trust me, there will plenty of time for that once we are wed and it is highly probable I will be unable to keep my hands to myself entirely these next couple of weeks. For tonight however, the night you agreed to be my wife," His hand trailed down her arm to her left hand, lifting it so he could see the ring adorning her finger, "I simply want to hold you with the knowledge I never have to let you go." He kissed her knuckles. "You are the last thing my heart expected. I had started to not believe in love anymore. But now, if I know what love is, it is because of you." Anthony wiped away the few traitorous tears that managed to escaper her blue eyes. "Please do not cry, sweetheart.

Penelope choked out a laugh. "I was doing fine until you had to go and be so ridiculously sweet at just the right time." They both shared a small laugh, Anthony wrapping her up in his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

The next morning, Rielle took in a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever she may find before opening the door to her lady's room. She was instantly perplexed by the lack of any occupant in the room. She thought for a moment, then marched back out the door and to the one next door. Before she could barge in however, the door cracked open, and she could hear soft voices talking followed by a small giggle before Penelope slipped through the door into the hallway.

When she saw Rielle, she looked away shyly. Rielle shook her head, grasping her lady's hand and hurrying her along to her room. "Honestly miss, what am I going to do with you?"

Penelope laughed as the lady's maid closed the door behind them. "I am sorry, Rielle. I could not help myself. Anthony is so incredible, and I mean can you blame me? Have you seen him?"

Rielle rolled her eyes good naturedly as she prepared the bath for Penelope. "Yes I have. More so than I should." The redhead smirked at her while she prepped the water. "But yes, I can understand the appeal."

Dearest gentle reader,

The Hastings Ball has come and gone, and this author feels confident in stating it is the ball everyone will keep talking about all throughout the off-season once it begins in a few weeks time. For those of you not blessed enough to receive an invitation, do not worry. I was in attendance and am more than happy to share absolutely everything. Would you expect any less?

As expected, the Duke and Duchess of Hastings put on the most spectacular ball. The decoration alone was enough to make anyone's night. This author embarrassingly had to pick her jaw up off the floor when arriving. Lady Violet Bridgerton had been spotted greeting guests with her daughter, of course if Lady Violet was involved in the planning at all, it is no wonder all the ton was in awe.

The Featherington family is once more embroiled in scandal. Even though an invitation was not received, Lady Featherington, with her two eldest daughters and the Baron Featherington in tow, arrived at Hastings House but were denied entry. Our dear duke handled the situation himself, and in doing so has provided insight as to why Miss Penelope Featherington is now, as he stated, 'in my care now and therefore under my protection.' It seems that our dear wallflower had been suffering as it was put, abusive conditions, at the hands of her own mother! This author has always known and reported that Portia Featherington's maternal instincts are beyond aspirational, but to actually abuse her child?

I am not one to normally harp on personal family matters such as this, but under no circumstance is abuse acceptable on any person. It does not matter if that person is male, female, adult or not. Nor is there any justification for why someone would commit such cruelties. The duke took no care in keeping his voice quiet while he made his remarks, however this author figures that was purposeful. Dear readers, we all know now, if by some miracle it was not clear before, what kind of person Portia Featherington is and she deserves whatever comeuppance comes her way.

Our favorite couple of the season, the seemingly reformed rake Viscount Bridgerton and the newly bloomed wallflower Miss Featherington, once against stole the night at the Hastings ball. If their dancing was not enough to have all the young ladies in attendance swooning, perhaps what happened at the end of the evening was. Our dear viscount dropped to one knee before Miss Penelope Featherington and with ring in hand asked her to marry him. Or rather to 'Take my name and make it yours.' This author prides herself on having seen it all when it comes to proposals of marriage. However, Lord Anthony Bridgerton elevated the act to new heights and this authors pities all the other young men having to try and reach his levels when they pop the question to their own lady loves.

The wedding between the rake and the wallflower will be the one of the season! Rumors are already abound that Lady Violet would like to have the wedding held toward the end of the London season, leaving only a few short weeks to plan such a momentous event. However, if anyone is able to succeed at such an undertaking my bet would be on the matriarch of the Bridgerton clan.

The Bridgerton family has been blessed this season. The wayward traveler Mr. Colin Bridgerton has returned home, Lord Bridgerton has managed to find his viscountess, and the duchess' pregnancy has gone beautifully with her being due not too long after the season as ended. Perhaps by the start of the next season, the new Lady Bridgerton will be with child. I for one, cannot wait to find out.

Notes:

Story Idea #1: (Fake dating troupe) Anthony Bridgerton hated that he wanted Kate Sharma. He also hated how she seemed to despise him. Penelope Featherington hated that she craved Colin Bridgerton's love. She also hated how he refused to see her as a woman he could desire.

"Pen, date me." -- "What?" -- "We can pretend to be together. Think about it, Kate will realize she is wrong about me when she sees how I am with you. Colin will go mad with jealously, making him realize what is right in front of him." -- "You're serious about this." -- "Very much so."

Story Idea #2: Penelope finally got what she had dreamed of since she was 14, Colin Bridgerton dating her. It was amazing for the first few months, but she is starting to realize the fantasy in her head of dating Colin was far better than the reality of doing so. After a big fight, Penelope finds herself in need of a ride. She calls her best friend, only for Anthony Bridgerton to answer the phone. That one call changes everything.

Which one, which one?

Chapter 21: Catalyst

Summary:

Penelope has a confrontation with Portia.

Notes:

Belated Merry Christmas everyone! I tried to get this chapter out by Christmas but that didn't work out.

The story prompt votes are so close, it's insane! I think there might be just a few more for Story Idea #1, the fake dating troupe however a lot of the Story Idea #2 voters like the originality of that idea. There have also been loads of votes to just do both, haha. I probably will because man you all came out in mass to vote which I appreciate so much. I just have no idea which to do first!

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"What do you think of this fabric, Pen?" The redhead turned her head from where Madame Delacroix was taking her measurements to look over her shoulder at the white fabric in Daphne's hands. A shimmery organza swatch was in her hand. "It would make for a beautiful skirt of the gown." The bodice had already been decided upon. It would be a sweetheart neckline, covered in pearl beading, crystals, and sequins. The dress would have just off the shoulder sleeves, also heavily embellished, while a thin diamond band would accentuate the waistline.

All of the Bridgerton women were with Penelope at the modiste to design her wedding gown and to get her trousseau made. It had been three days since the Hastings Ball, Anthony having become a permanent fixture at Hastings House for breakfast. Penelope smiled brightly each morning she saw him already sitting at the table with Simon, both perusing a broadsheet. Today, Daphne had informed her that after concluding their meal, she and Penelope would go meet Lady Bridgerton and the remaining three Bridgerton daughters at the modiste to work on her wedding necessities.

As Simon and Anthony kissed their respective loves goodbye, the viscount whispered to her, "I do love you in midnight blue. I beg of you, please get something for our honeymoon made in that color. If I can take it off you with my teeth, that'd be a lovely bonus."

A shot of blazing heat rushed through her at his words, her hands gripping at his arms for just a moment. "I'll see what I can do." Anthony grinned, kissing her soundly once more before allowing her to follow his sister out to the carriage.

Pulling herself from her mental musings, Penelope refocused on the fabric Daphne held out to her. "It's beautiful, just a little sheer."

Madame Delacroix went over to inspect the fabric in better detail. "I could fashion the skirt in a multitude of the layers. It would give the skirt dimension and the layering will provide an opaquer look. I can also always stitch in a small slip from the waistline down a little for safety." She smiled warmly at the young bride. "The duchess is right, this will be stunning for the skirt of your gown, and it will also be incredibly light which will be good for this time of year."

Penelope bit her lip, it almost surreal to fully realize she was actually here designing her wedding gown for her marriage to Anthony. "It is perfect." The madame nodded, selecting the roll of fabric from her stock room and adding it to the pile of fabrics and embellishments for Penelope's things, before moving back to finish up the measurements. While here, Violet had insisted on having a few more dresses, both day and evening, done up in Bridgerton blue. While she worked with Francesca, Eloise, and Hyacinth on that, she allowed Daphne to help Penelope with her more intimate items. She figured it would be less embarrassing for the redhead that way.

The madame recorded the last number she needed then rolled up her measuring tape. "Okay Miss Penelope, you are done." As Penelope stepped off the small platform, Madame Delacroix grinned at her client. "So, for your lingerie do you have a particular color or style you are wanting?"

The redhead blushed a light shade of pink. She had known she would be an awkward mess once this part of her appointment was reached. "I am not sure what different styles there are for those kind of things. However, I do need something done in midnight blue."

Daphne giggled lightly at her side causing Penelope to blush further. Obviously the duchess knew what her eldest brother's favorite color was. The madame nodded as she sifted through her selection of fabrics she reserved for making the more delicate items of a lady's wardrobe. "Do not worry Miss Penelope, I will take care of it. I will make a variety of things for you. As for your bridal lingerie, what do you think of this?" She reached for her sketchpad showing her design to both Daphne and Penelope.

The young redhead felt her eyebrows raise as she took in the sketched outfit. The madame had designed a bridal set featuring a bra with sheer, striped mesh cups with a scalloped lace trim, thin and adjustable straps, a lace under bust band with crystal button accents, a hook and eye back closure, and a matching high waisted panty with a striped mesh waistband, a back keyhole opening, and a cheeky cut back. The madame had also included a pair of sheer thigh high stockings. "When would I wear this?"

The duchess and the madame exchanged an amused look. Daphne took over the explanation. "When you and Anthony arrive at Aubrey Hall, before you…engage in any martial affairs you will change out of your dress into this. Rielle will be there waiting to help you. You will just have to fend off your husband in order to get changed."

Penelope laughed a little, smiling through her embarrassment. "I have never worn anything like this wore before."

Daphne grinned at her soon to be sister. "Trust me Pen, it will be worth it."

After getting her order placed, Penelope and the Bridgerton women exited the modiste. As it was a beautiful day, Violet suggested they all enjoy a midday meal at a nearby bistro. Eloise linked arms with her best friend, leading the group. As they traversed along the street, Penelope spotted her mother heading their direction. She felt ice flood her veins when her mother locked eyes with her.

Penelope had not made any contact with her family since she was taken home with Anthony that day in the park. After the Hastings ball, her mother being publicly humiliated and her cruelty towards Penelope revealed, she was surprised she hadn't received anything from Portia demanding an apology or something of the sort. She was sure her mother would either show up to Hastings House or at the very least send her a scathing message. Penelope halted in her steps as Lady Featherington changed her course to intercept her and the Bridgerton women.

Violet stepped up to stand at Penelope's side, sliding an arm around the young woman's shoulders. Portia reached then, sneering at the way the other women flanked her daughter protectively. "Why hello Penelope. Are you enjoying your new family?"

While growing up Penelope had thought it best to just brush off her mother's harsh words, she didn't feel the same anymore. "What can I say Mama? It has been a nice change."

Portia laughed hollowly. "You know Penelope, I am actually just a little proud of you. You finally seem to have grown a backbone. Unfortunately, however, you decided it use it in the wrong way. I thought I had taught you to respect your family."

"Taught me? Don't you mean punish me?" She drew strength to expose her childhood secrets from Violet's reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. "Anytime I dared to speak up for myself you would hit me in retaliation. Never hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting. Whether in my was face, my stomach, or my leg." She heard some of the women around her gasp, but she pushed forward. "How do you figure that the way you raised me earns you any kind of respect from me?"

Portia stepped closer. "I am your mother child, whether you like or not. I brought you into this world. I gave you your life."

Penelope felt anger burn through her. "You don't get play that card, you never loved me! Like you told me at the Hearts and Flowers Ball, I was useless to you. If you were truly a mother who loved me you would not think so little of me." Tears pricked at her eyes, but she forced them back. "You turned my sisters against me, told them treat me the way they do. The only person I had growing up was papa. But then you browbeat him into submission to ensure I had no one in that house. Why do you think I spend so much of my time at Bridgerton House?"

Lady Featherington sighed heavily. "Oh, do not turn this into another crusade against your childhood. Yes I used a firm hand with you, but it made you grow up strong."

The ease with which her mother could lie astounded Penelope. She slipped from Violet's hold, moving toward her mother with a glare. "I grew up broken!"

"Always the victim, Penelope-"

"I am a victim! A victim of my own family's abuse and cruelty. I mean my God, why can you not just admit it? I am screaming at you in the street, Simon announced just what kind of person you at the ball. There is nothing of yours to try and save anymore, Mama!"

The sound of a slap echoed around them. Penelope's cheek stung from the blow, her skin quickly reddening. Eloise's eyes went wide, Daphne gasped and hurried over to pull Penelope back and inspect her tender cheek. "Hy, go ask someone in the bistro for ice. Fran, go with her." The two youngest Bridgerton girls rushed to follow their sister's orders.

Portia too was in shock at what she had just done. Yes, she had hit her children plenty of times before but always in the privacy of her home. All of the patrons on the street had stopped to stare in shock and disgust at what they had just witnessed. Violet was shaking with barely contained anger as she moved in front of Portia, a terrifying expression on her face. "I have no words to describe how I am feeling. You just hit my daughter." Eloise shook off her shock to lunge at Portia, Violet just able to grab hold of her daughter and haul her back. "I would prepare yourself Portia. Her face will bruise, the viscount and the duke will see it."

Francesca and Hyacinth returned with ice wrapped in a soft cloth. Daphne took it and gently applied the ice to Penelope's face. She hissed slightly in pain, but the ice soothed her stinging skin. "Come on Pen, let us get you back home." Violet and her three younger girls escorted Daphne and Penelope to the carriage that would take them back to Hastings House.

Lady Bridgerton placed a hand on her daughter's arm. "Is your brother still at your house?"

The duchess tipped her head. "It is possible, at breakfast they were discussing plans for the day."

"Okay. I will bring Ben and Eloise with me for dinner. Keep Anthony there."

Daphne smiled lightly. "He is not going to leave her."

Violet sighed. "He will be furious. He might."

As Daphne and Penelope arrived back at the house, both women mentally braced themselves for the reaction the redhead's bruise would receive. They spied Spartan, whom Anthony had ridden over that morning, still in the stables with Dalia, who Simon had ensured his stable hand had retrieved from the Featherington stables when he and Daphne took Penelope in. Penelope sighed. "He's still here."

Daphne nodded her head slowly. "This will not be good." Nonetheless, it was unavoidable so both women disembarked from the carriage. Before they entered the door, Daphne stopped her friend. "How does it look?" Penelope pulled away the ice, from the grimace on the older girl's face she figured it looked fairly bad. "Oh Pen."

Her cheekbone sported a mottled bruise already turning a light shade of green and purple. The rest of her cheek was quite red, some of that could be contributed to the ice but not all of it. Penelope brushed her fingers over the spot, it was tender to the touch. "She's never bruised me before."

Daphne hugged Penelope tightly. "I am horrified you were hurt, but I am so proud of you for standing up to your mother. I can only imagine it was difficult."

Penelope gave the duchess a light smile, it she did so too wide it hurt a little. "Thank you Daph." She linked arms with her soon to be sister. "Let us get this over with. Anthony will upset."

"So will Simon."

The two women entered the house. Rielle was helping the house staff replace the flowers throughout the rooms with new ones. She was currently exchanging the ones in the foyer when Daphne and Penelope walked in. The smile dropped from her face when she saw Penelope. "My lady!" She rushed over to get a closer look at the mar on Penelope's cheek. "She bruised you this time." All the redhead could do was nod. "I will go make the salve, I'll add something to it to help the bruise heal."

"Thank you Rielle."

Daphne waited until the lady's maid had disappeared into the kitchen to get some of the natural ingredients she'd need. "Rielle has a salve?"

Penelope fiddled with the half melted ice towel. "Like I told my mother, even though she never caused a bruise it would still hurt. Once Rielle became my lady's maid, she would make up a salve to help. She has a little bit of background in medicine."

Daphne took the towel and handed it off to a nearby staff member. "Well, I suppose given the circumstances that is a good thing." They headed toward the drawing room where they could hear male voices and laughter. They shared a quick look before crossing the threshold.

Anthony and Simon were seated on the sofas, recalling stories from their days at school. At the ladies entrance, both men looked up with easy smiles. That changed quickly. Anthony shot up from his seat. "Pen, what happened?" He rushed over, cradling her cheek gently.

Penelope leaned into his touch but dreading how'd he react to her next words. "While out with your family, we ran into my mother."

Simon's brow furrowed in worry as he moved to stand next to her, placing a hand at her shoulder. "Pen, did she hit you?" She silently nodded. Both men cursed under their breath.

The redhead watched as Anthony's eyes filled with rage. "Anthony, I'm fine and will heal. Rielle has a salve she makes, it works wonders." Penelope realized a second too late she said too much.

The viscount's eyebrows rose in alarm. "It works wonders? Your mother has hit you before?" Her silence gave him his answer. "Often?"

Penelope kicked herself for her slip. "It was not a regular occurrence just sometimes."

Daphne was huddled at her husband's side, speaking quietly with him clearly trying to keep him calm as well. Simon's eyes flashed angrily. "Anthony," his best friend met his gaze, "we have to destroy her. I thought I had done a fine job of it as the ball but now…"

Penelope looked to Daphne for help. The duchess interjected, "Simon, Anthony just calm down. Penelope did a fine job on her own of standing up to Lady Featherington and putting her in her place. This also happened on the street, everyone saw her mother hit her. Lady Featherington has buried herself."

Anthony growled low in his throat. "Daph, I don't want her buried. I want her wiped out of existence."

"Yes well murder is frowned upon brother, so I suggest you find a way to be satisfied with her self-inflicted damnation."

Penelope reached up to turn him to face her. "I promise I'm okay."

He sighed sadly. "Pen, why didn't you tell me, or Colin, or Eloise about her hitting you?"

The redhead shrugged helplessly. "I don't tell anyone."

Anthony wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He would never understand why it was always the sweetest people who were the ones that got hurt the most. First Cressida, then Bannon, now her mother. "I love you."

Penelope smiled into his shoulder. She raised up to press her lips to his jaw. "I love you."

The sound of a throat clearing sounded in the room. Rielle stood there with a bowl and brush in her hand. "I have it ready miss."

Penelope nodded, giving Anthony a smile before she slipped from his hold. Before she got too far, Simon reached out to hug her as well, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Get some rest, babydoll." She gave him a smile as well, then headed over to Rielle following the lady's maid to her room.

Anthony gripped the back of the sofa tightly, his knuckles white. He wanted to throw something, but he figured neither Simon or Daphne would appreciate that. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. Wordlessly he made for the door. His sister hastened after him. "Anthony, where are you going?"

"To get a special license. For as short of time as possible."

Daphne placed a hand on his arm. "Brother, relax. She will be fine. She is here, Simon and I will look after her."

Anthony shrugged on his jacket. "Daph, I know you take care of her. I will never be able to tell you how much I appreciate that. But I need her with me. Her by my side, under my protection."

The duchess thought for a moment. "Mother has set the wedding for the end of the season, that is still three weeks away."

"We'll just have to move it up."

"The shortest you can probably get it is a week, her bruise should be healed by then. With the abusive circumstances of her family the license should be granted without issue." Daphne ran through a list in her head of what adjustments would have to be made. "We also need to let Madame Delacroix know, we put in a rather large order today." She smiled at her brother. "Go get your license. However, you get to tell mother at dinner tonight that she needs to move the wedding up two weeks."

Violet had been most displeased when Anthony told her later that night he had obtained a special license to marry Penelope in a week. The bride herself was shocked at this news, but she decided to question him about it later. The rest of dinner had been filled with plans of what to do over the next few days. Securing a church date, getting the flowers, alerting the Aubrey Hall staff of the earlier than anticipated arrival, etc.

After checking with his sister and brother in law, Anthony informed his family he would be staying the night at Hastings House. Currently, he and Penelope were laid up in her bed, he sat with his back resting against the headboard while she was settled between his legs leaning back against his chest, her head on his shoulder. She had her knees pulled up a book in her lap, Anthony also held a book in his free hand while the other arm was loosely wrapped around her waist.

She sighed contentedly pressing a little further into him. Anthony held her a little tighter and dropped a kiss to her hair. "How are you feeling?"

Rielle's salve really did work wonders. "I'm better. I don't feel the pain of it right now." While Anthony had been out, Rielle applied the salve, then topped it with a cream that promoted healing of the bruise. It wasn't overly pleasant when the lady's maid had to work the medicines into her skin, but she was thankful for them right now. Anthony leaned down pressing a featherlight kiss to the bruise on her fair skin. For some reason, that action had her falling in love with him all over again.

"Do you need anything?"

Penelope smiled at him shaking her head. She closed her book and set it aside before turning in his hold sliding into his lap a leg on either side of him. "No, I am alright for now. But I do want to ask you something."

Anthony's hands gripped her hips. "Are you wondering how fast you can bend me to your will? Because you are well on your way."

She laughed lightly, moving forward to catch him in a soft kiss. "Duly noted, but no. I wanted to ask why you applied for the license."

Her fiancé sighed pressing her closer to him. "Penelope Featherington I love you more than anything. You are the sweetest thing that has ever happened in my life. And I will always protect you."

Penelope ran a hand through his hair. "Anthony, my mother is not your fault."

"Maybe so, but she will never lay a hand on you again. I will always put myself between you and whatever or whomever tries to hurt you." He kissed her lips tenderly then slowly turned them to lay her down against the sheets. Penelope ghosted her fingertips along his chest as he settled against her, cradled between her thighs. She reached up to cup his face bringing his lips back down to hers.

The kiss was slow and sweet, nothing hurried or fueled by desire. This was something different, something deeper. Anthony reached up to close his hands around her wrists. He broke from her, bringing her hands to his lips, brushing them along her knuckles before pressing a kiss the inside to each of her wrists. Penelope kissed his left cheek, then his right. She grazed her lips along his brow to his jawline. Every movement was soft and gentle. This was love expressed without words.

Anthony pressed his forehead to hers, his hands splayed against her sides. Penelope circled her arms around his neck, slowly carding her fingers through his dark hair. He pecked her lips softly. "My father would have loved you, loved us."

Penelope smiled sadly. "I was still so young when he died. I am sorry I couldn't get to know him better. I would tell him what an amazing man he raised his son to be."

He laughed a little. "He would tell you that you were too good for me."

She giggled but shook her head in disagreement. "No, he would tell me you were a better man than he and that I would never find someone who would love me like you do."

"I always hoped to name my first son after him."

"I think that's beautiful."

Anthony looked hopeful, bringing a hand to her cheek. "You would not mind?"

Penelope turned to press her lips to his palm. "I cannot think of a better person to honor in that way. Maybe our son will be just like you." Anthony grinned at the thought. "Granted, then we would have quite a heartbreaker on our hands."

He scoffed at her. "Are you insinuating I was a heartbreaker?"

The redhead laughed at his incredulous expression. "You must know you left a trail of broken hearts in your wake. Oh, how the young ladies would look at you."

"It is not like I did anything to lead them on."

Penelope smiled prettily at him. "Yes, but you smiled at them. And that was enough."

He gave her a little smirk. "Was it enough for you?"

"No, it was the way you touched me without using your hands."

Chapter 22: Some Kind of Wonderful

Summary:

Preparations for the wedding begin!

Notes:

Happy Thursday readers! I apologize for the delay, I have been bouncing back and forth on my next story, I finally picked one, and I had this burning need to write it down. I am not going to announce which it is because we haven't gotten there yet. Don't worry, I am still committed to this story as well, but my creative juices are flowing and I don't want to stem them and they possibly dwindle down to a trickle.

Enjoy, it's fluffy and cute and sweet. Sorry, couldn't help it

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Daphne, Eloise, and Penelope scoured the flower market trying to find the perfect flowers to make up their bouquets. Penelope had decided that she wanted both her best friend and the duchess to stand up with her at the wedding. She had been friends with Eloise since before she could even remember, and Daphne had become one of the people she was closest to. It felt right for both of her future sisters to be up there with her.

This decision eased Anthony's struggle for he was torn between picking Benedict or Colin when he thought his bride would only have one woman at her side. When she told him she was asking both of his sisters, the viscount felt a wave of relief. He would've asked Simon as the duke was his best friend, they had built a strong bond while at school together. However, it seemed Penelope had beaten him to it. In the absence of her father, she had asked Simon if he would walk her down the aisle and give her away to Anthony. To say Simon was touched was an understatement. While he may never admit it, Daphne had later confessed that he was a little teary eyed when they talked about it that night before bed.

Daphne gently sifted through a myriad of blooms, enjoying the fragrance of them. "Pen do you have a favorite flower?" They had already selected stargazer lilies, for they were a classic, and rare galaxy orchids to be a part of the bouquet. Penelope also had decided on both spiral and seeded eucalyptus for the greenery.

The redhead trailed her fingers along the petals of a garden rose, thinking back on the bouquets Anthony had given her along with the red camellia from the garden. "Anthony brought me flowers with peonies in it once. Ben also bought me one at the races. It is a gorgeous flower." Daphne dutifully selected a handful of peonies, popping them into the basket on her arm. Penelope moved onto to where a collection of hydrangea and lilies were grouped together. "I also love hydrangea, specifically this blue." She plucked one of the hydrangea stems to show her friend.

Daphne smiled as she studied the flower. "It is almost Bridgerton blue."

Penelope appraised the color of the petals and found the duchess was right. Eloise came up next to her friend, gently taking the flower stem in her hands. "That is rather close. I suppose that means it is fate." Eloise pulled a few more stems of the hydrangea adding them to the basket on Penelope's arm. "Have you decided what you are doing for Daph and I?"

The redhead nodded, gesturing for both of her soon to be sisters to follow her. "As we've decided on full color for mine, I was thinking all white for you two." Madame Delacroix was making up gowns for Daphne and Eloise in a deep violet. "The white will be a nice contrast against your gowns."

Daphne nodded in approval. "It will be stunning." The trio began to select which white flowers they wanted to put into the bouquets, placing them in Eloise's basket. Penelope's only stipulation was no roses. English garden roses were fine as they were a far rarer variety, but regular common roses were not allowed. After another 30 minutes, the women dropped off their choices with the head florist so that they could work on getting the bouquets made up. Penelope's was going to be cascading style, while Eloise and Daphne's the more traditional shape.

Penelope walked arm in arm with Daphne and Eloise, relishing in how this is what having sisters was supposed to feel like. Violet had already taken care of getting the church date moved up and had alerted Mrs. Danforth at Aubrey Hall that Lord Bridgerton and the new Lady Bridgerton would be arriving two weeks earlier than originally planned. Today she was tackling the task of reaching out to all the vendors needed for the wedding reception and getting them booked. They would be holding the reception at Bridgerton House, Penelope and Anthony departing for Aubrey Hall from there. Eloise fiddled with the ends of Penelope's long hair. "Have you thought about what you might want to do with your hair?"

The redhead messed with her tresses as well. "I am not sure. There is so much of it I do not know if pulling it up makes the best sense. I mean Rielle can do amazing things, but I haven't decided."

The two Bridgerton sisters shared a look. Daphne hmmed in thought. "I think you should wear it down. Your hair has such natural volume and shape, all that would really need to be done is to polish up your waves and add a little sparkle. Speaking of which…" The duchess stopped them, pulling a small box out of her bag. "What do you think about this?"

Penelope took the box and opened it to reveal a vintage diamond headband adorned with small sapphires. As she pulled it out, a delicate, gossamer veil flowed from the headband. "Daphne, it's beyond beautiful."

"It is fingertip length. We know you had said you were going to forgo a veil because of timing. However, Simon's mother wore this at her wedding to his father." Daphne took the headband and secured it into Penelope's hair, wanting to see how it looked. "While that marriage was not one of happiness, Simon hoped you might want to wear it, change what this veil means to him." Even in her simple green day dress, the veil made her look bridal.

Eloise smiled brightly at her best friend. "If you look this remarkable with just the veil, Anthony is going drop dead at the sight of you all done up in your bridal wear."

Penelope blushed as Daphne removed the veil, carefully folding it up and placing it back in the box. "It can be your something old."

Penelope slumped face first into her bed, exhaustion hitting her from all angles. Anthony chuckled from his place by the window. "Darling?"

The redhead muttered something into her pillow, but it was impossible to make out. The viscount strode over, gently turning her over so he could look at her face. "I am so tired." Anthony picked her up in his arms before sliding into the bed, settling her in his lap. "Between picking out flowers and deciding what do with my hair, going to the modiste for another fitting and your mother bombarding me with questions about the reception I am over wedding planning."

Anthony kissed her temple. "I suppose we could always run off of Gretna Green. Steal away in the night."

Penelope gave him a glare. "Your mother would kill us." She fell quiet for a moment. "Although it does sound nice."

"Just say the word and I'll call for the carriage." It was fun to joke about, by neither Anthony nor Penelope really wanted that. It had been a struggle pushing the wedding up two weeks, but everyone was managing well enough.

Penelope slid off his lap to sit in front of him, tangling her fingers with his. Her ring glinted in the candlelight. "How is our favorite capital 'R' rake feeling? Day after tomorrow he is to be wed. This author does wonder will he suffer from a last minute affliction of cold feet?"

Anthony laughed at how she was talking the way Lady Whistledown would read. "Lady Whistledown need not worry about this rake." He bent over to press his lips to the skin just below her ring. "His heart is no longer his own. The most rare and beautiful bloom of all has taken it captive." The bride to be gave him a smile, but he could see she was thinking hard about something. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Penelope bit her lip, bracing herself to say her next words. "I am, after we marry, thinking about stopping Lady Whistledown."

Of all the things he was anticipating her to say, that wasn't one of them. "Stop Whistledown?" He tipped her chin up to look in her eyes. "You don't have to stop if you do not want to. I am not going to be that kind of husband."

"I know you won't. I'm not thinking of stopping because I worry you will forbid me to continue. It is just, I began Whistledown as a way to help me cope through the season." She tried to bite back a smirk. "I will say I took some pleasure in watching the ton squirm, wondering whose secrets would be exposed next." Her amusement faded as she thought about all that had happened this season. "However, I will admit, it has been an odd feeling writing about myself, about you and me. Our relationship hasn't just been played out in front of everyone but splashed across the pages as well."

Anthony pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I know it has not been easy for you. Hopefully Whistledown hasn't suffered too much on my account."

Penelope felt her spirits lift at the teasing smile on her fiancé's lips. "I think she managed just fine. To keep my identity secret, I'm forced to write about things, about people, that I'd rather not. But omission of gossip can be just as telling as exposing it." She sighed heavily, dropping her gaze to the floor, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. "I absolutely hated writing about Daphne and Colin last season. Yes, Daphne's wasn't too damning and for Colin my hand was forced but…it still felt wrong." She took in a shaky breath. "If Whistledown continues, I might find myself in a similar situation in the future. Possibly exposing who I am because of I won't say or damning those I care about."

The viscount was once again in awe of his little redhead. He mainly saw the amazing column she had created out of nothing, sometimes he forgot the burdens that came with it. "You never cease to amaze me. Lady Whistledown is your creation, yet you are willing to give it up. I will support whatever decision you make, to keep writing or not. Just know if you do decide to continue and you find yourself in a tight spot, I will help you." He brought both of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers. "You're not alone in this anymore."

Penelope swore she fell more in love with this man every day, if that was even possible. "Thank you Anthony. You truly are the most amazing man." She let him pull her to him, settled once more between his legs, except this time her side was to his chest and her legs curled up beneath her. "It isn't just the trials that come with Whistledown though. After the wedding I won't be just Penelope Featherington anymore. I will be Viscountess Bridgerton. There is much that comes with that."

Anthony had to tip his head in agreement. "It does have its duties. Especially with all the siblings I have."

The redhead laughed lightly. "That is part of my point. I mean, yes Daphne is married, and so will you be, but all your other siblings are still unwed." She sighed thinking about it all. "Ben and Colin I cannot do much about, but we still have El and Fran debuted in society. Gregory and Hyacinth will be there in a few years. With your mother stepping down it will be my responsibility to chaperone your sisters and help them through the season, hopefully finding a match."

It was true. Her role as viscountess held a lot of responsibilities not all married young ladies would have bestowed upon them. "That all is true. However, you will do wonderfully, you did at the Hastings Ball when I tested you a bit."

Penelope smacked his chest lightly. "Yes and you scared the hell out of me when you did. And that poor boy!"

He laughed, looping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to his body. "It all worked out."

The redhead rolled her eyes lightly but then pressed a kiss to his lips anyway. "Also, after we marry…"

She trailed off, a light blush staining her cheeks. Anthony was rapidly coming to find he loved that shade of pink on her skin. "Also, what?"

Penelope shot him a shy smile through her lashes. "I want to start a family. I know I would be a young mother, but your mother was my age when she had you."

Anthony nodded. "She was. Her and father not only married young but started their family young as well. It is how she has bore eight children and not yet reached the age of fifty."

"Besides, I do believe you said you couldn't wait to see me pregnant with your child. Perhaps we could conceive that little boy who is just like you." His fiancée lifted herself back into his lap straddling him. He groaned as she settled her core right over his growing erection. Penelope kissed along his jaw lightly, her nails ghosting along the back of his neck leaving a tingling in their wake.

Anthony wound a hand into her hair, pulling her back so as to claim her lips with his. Penelope shifted in his lap, a delicious friction prompting both to moan into the kiss, as she undid the top few buttons of his shirt. The viscount reluctantly pulled back from her. "If you don't stop that I will end up taking you right here."

She grinned cheekily at him. "Perhaps that is my goal."

He groaned at her words, forcibly lifting her from his lap and getting out of the bed. "You are going to be the death of me I know it." He leaned over her giggling form, kissing her lips softly. "I should get going. Ben has waited on me long enough." The family had come to Hastings House for dinner, but Anthony had sent the family back on home earlier saying he was going to stay awhile longer. Ben had been volunteered by his mother to stay as well and ensure his brother returned home that night.

Penelope grabbed fistfuls of his vest, keeping him close. "Can't you stay? Have Ben cover for you?"

With a smile, Anthony kissed her once more but pulled away, Penelope releasing her grip on him. "While I'm sure he would, if I don't leave I'm going to get us in trouble. I will see you tomorrow." With a final quick kiss, Anthony departed her room leaving his fiancée with a giddy smile on her face.

The next day found Penelope wishing she could just skip it all together. Rielle woke her early and prepared a searing hot bath for her scrubbing her skin as clean as possible. Why become apparent later. Violet and Daphne accompanied Violet's lady's maid, Katherine, into her room. The looks both women were sporting did not make her feel better.

For the next two hours, Penelope was plucked and scraped free of any unneeded body hair to leave her skin smooth. The soothing gel worked into her skin by Katherine and Rielle provided some relief but having never been so thoroughly polished up, the slight soreness was uncomfortable to say the least. Her eyebrows were shaped up along with her nails before being buffed to a shine.

Rielle dressed her in a soft day dress, corset free, afterward so as to not agitate her sensitive skin. After what she deemed a mini torture, Violet and Daphne led her through the house to the duchess' personal day room. A selection of finger sandwiches, crackers and cheese were provided along with a midday tea. After everyone was settled Violet cleared her throat. "Penelope, darling. I am sure with Anthony as your betrothed he has…educated you somewhat on marital affairs."

Penelope exchanged a look with Daphne. "I am somewhat familiar." Lady Bridgerton was not aware that Rielle had given Penelope a crash course on this kind of conversation. The redhead mouthed to her friend 'Should we stop her?'. Daphne thought for a moment then shook her head. Honestly, after the abysmal talk she had received before her marriage she was curious to see if her mother's talk had improved at all.

"Normally this would be something your mother would take care of, however given the circumstances, I am more than happy to fill in. I most likely would have offered regardless of your mother's cruelty. Portia does not strike me as the kind of mother to put much effort into this."

Penelope had to agree with her soon to be mother in law. As she had mentioned before, when she overheard what her mother had told Phillipa, it only left more questions. "Thank you, Lady Bridgerton."

The awkwardness fell from the older woman's face for a moment. "Before we dive into that, there is something else I wished to speak with you about." She reached over to take Penelope's hand. "I know I am not your true mother, but I do hope you will come to see me this way."

The redhead couldn't help the words that flew from her. "I already do. You have been more of a mother to me than my own. In more ways than one."

Violet smiled warmly. "You do not have to, it is your choice, but if you wish you may call me mama or mother. Whichever."

Penelope felt her heart constrict. Violet Bridgerton had always been the kind of mother she wished to have. She had been lucky enough to be granted motherly affection from he Bridgerton matriarch throughout the years, but she had always referred to Violet as Lady Bridgerton. "Are you certain?"

"Nothing would make me happier, sweet girl."

The bride was quiet for a moment, mulling over her options. She looked Violet in the eye and gave her a small smile. "Thank you…Mama."

Violet smiled brightly and hugged Penelope to her, stroking her hair and pressing a kiss to her temple. Penelope caught Daphne's eye over her mother's shoulders. The duchess was crying a little wiping her eyes. The hormones from her pregnancy had been messing with her as of late. Daphne swore she was going to be a sobbing mess at the wedding.

Violet pulled back, wiping away a few tears of her own before she composed herself and looked at Penelope seriously. "Now, back to the original reason we brought you here. Daphne and I wanted to speak with you about what to expect on your wedding night."

As the conversation progressed, Penelope found she had been right when assuming this kind of conversation was extremely awkward to have with her fiancé's mother. As the older woman spoke, she and Daphne locked eyes often. It was slightly better than what she had told Daphne, but it still needed work. The duchess interjected here and there, even though she was aware Penelope already knew these things. She soldiered through Violet's frequently punctuated speech, giving her a slight smile at the end, Lady Bridgerton had tried. It was probably best though that Penelope would be taking over these talks with her soon to be sisters.

A full family dinner was once more hosted at Hastings House that night. Simon had requested his kitchen staff pull out all the stops as this was a celebratory occasion. Towards the end of the meal, the duke clinked his glass as he stood up. "I know we are just family here, but I wanted to say just a few words if you all will permit me." He cleared his throat. "When I married into this family," he caressed his wife's cheek gently, "I was a man who had no real family of his own, outside of my aunt. I did not know family ties could be so strong. This is something Penelope and I have in common."

Penelope gave him a sad smile, they had talked about it one day in the library, how each of them had been subjected to rough childhoods. His father had been a harsh man, her mother a cruel woman.

Simon continued. "Anthony is my best friend. We met at school, earned our rakish reputations side by side." He lifted his glass to the viscount which was returned with a laugh. "Anthony has not exactly had an easy life himself, you all have suffered heartbreak." He paused for a moment as a silent tribute to the late Edmund Bridgerton. "However, this family is strongest together. Not everyone could pull through the way you have." He met Anthony's gaze. "Anthony, I have always wanted the best for you, you are a far better man than I. We have had our rows in the past, hell you challenged me to a duel, but you deserve true happiness my friend. I am pleased to say, you found the one who was made for you."

Anthony looked at Penelope giving her a tender smile and taking her hand in his. "That I did."

The duke allowed them a moment, then set his eyes on the bride. "And Penelope." He smiled warmly at the young woman. "You are the little sister I never had. No offense to El, Fran, and Hy," he gave the three girls a wink, "but you and I connect on a different level, and I truly do see you as my younger sister. I will protect you from any and everything and I am so proud of the woman you are." He paused for a moment to control his emotions. "While Anthony is my best friend and I love him to death, you are still too good for him." A collective laugh sounded around he table. "Nonetheless, you still will not find a better man than he. He will love you for all you are, as you are. The good, the bad, the in between." Penelope giggled as he recited the words she said to him when they danced at the Hastings ball. "And I am beyond honored to be your escort tomorrow."

He cleared his throat once more than lifted his glass again. "I love you both, and my wish for you is eternal happiness, a lifetime of love, and many, many babies." Another collective laugh rang out, Penelope blushing as it did, while the family clinked all of their glasses together.

Penelope rose from her seat to walk over and wrapped Simon in a hug. "That was beautiful. Thank you."

He hugged her tightly, amazed how easily she had wormed her way into his heart. "Congratulations, babydoll. I am so very happy for you both."

The pair released one another, and Penelope made her way back to her seat, but she didn't sit down just yet. "I would like to say something quickly as well." She steeled her nerves. "This family has always been the kind of family I dreamed being a part of. Finding friendship in Eloise and Colin allowed me a snapshot view of what it would be like." She took in a deep breath. "You accepted me as I was and always treated me like part of the family. I will never be able to express what a difference it all made to my life." She sniffed back her tears, thinking back on how when she was in her younger years, escaping to Bridgerton House was what she looked forward to everyday. "I had convinced myself I would have to settle for the snippets of love you all showered me with and that it would be enough. That is until Anthony."

She fixed her blue eyes on him. "I am sure no one ever thought the two of us would find one another. We could be called an unlikely match. But you are everything I never thought truly existed and to put it simply I love you, Anthony Bridgerton. You will always be the one my heart aches for. It was you yesterday, it was you today, it will be you tomorrow. And for the rest of my life, it will be you."

Anthony was gazing at her in such a way it set her ablaze. He stood from his seat and crossed the short distance to her cupping her face between his palms. "Forever I am yours, and eternally you are mine." Not caring he was in front of his entire family, mother and youngest siblings included, Anthony captured his bride into a kiss, the love he felt for her expressed through it.

The Bridgerton siblings began to hoot and holler, along with clapping for the couple. Violet knew it wasn't proper but she herself was smiling and clapped along with her children. She had a feeling she would be getting another grandchild incredibly soon.

Notes:

Next up: The wedding and the wedding night/honeymoon!

Chapter 23: Make Me Yours

Summary:

It is time for the wedding and then the wedding night!

Notes:

Hello lovely readers!

Okay, so this chapter has smut in it. As always, I will mark where it starts and stops for anyone who is not interested in reading it. This is also the very first time I have written a full-blown sex scene so please be gentle. I tried to keep it classy, while it is smut I don't think it has to be overly dirty.

I hope you all enjoy!

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"Where is her dress?"

"Has anyone picked up the bouquets?"

"Pen, how on Earth do you find anything in here?"

Penelope, clothed in a lavender silk robe, watched from her seat at the vanity the flurry of activity in her room. It wad midmorning, the wedding scheduled to start at 3pm. Eloise was currently sifting through the bags Penelope had set inside her closet a few days ago, searching for her wedding heels.

Daphne meanwhile was taking stock of all of the redhead's attire, just waiting on Madame Delacroix to arrive with the wedding gown and her more delicate items. Penelope's bags for Aubrey Hall were left open, half packed, on her bed ready for the duchess to add in her almost sister's intimates. As Daphne was married, Penelope only wanted her to be the who to handle and see all of the things Anthony would no doubt be enjoying very much over the next two weeks.

Violet flittered around, making sure they hadn't forgotten anything. She had sent Katherine to go pick up Penelope, Daphne, and Eloise's bouquets as they had been completed that morning. Rielle and Penelope shared a smile, this was such a difference to how things always were at the Featherington house. This was her wedding yes, but during all the occasions where Penelope had gotten a little dressed up, Daphne had gotten ready with her. For the Hastings Ball, Daphne was busy with other things, so Violet had poked her head in a few times to see how Penelope was doing.

A knock sounded on the door before it opened to reveal Madame Delacroix carrying a large white box and two medium boxes, while her assistant came in behind her carrying a multitude of smaller boxes. "Good morning my ladies." A chorus of greetings were sent back, Penelope hopping up from her seat to follow the madame to the bed where she set down the large box. "Are you eager to see?" She tapped the two additional boxes she set down. "These are the gowns for Her Grace and Miss Eloise."

All the women stopped what they were doing to watch as the madame lifted the lid of the box and carefully folded back the white tissue paper to reveal the gown. She carefully pulled the dress out, her assistant coming over to collect the skirt of the gown and gently lower it to the floor. Penelope's hand flew to her mouth as she took it in. It was far more beautiful than she could have imagined. Violet came up to put an arm around the redhead's shoulders. "Oh, Penelope it is gorgeous. You are going to look otherworldly." She pressed a kiss to the young woman's hair and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Alright, I know you probably want to put in on now, but we have much to get done first. Now back to the vanity."

Daphne giggled at her mother who was simply overjoyed at this whole experience. Daphne had been forced to get married quickly, there hadn't been time to make a big affair of it. She was sure Violet had felt a little robbed of this kind of day, but now with it being Penelope who was marrying Anthony, she was able to bask in it as much as she wanted. The duchess began to open up the smaller box Madame Delacroix had brought as well, doing her best to keep her snickers to herself as she got to the boxes filled with lingerie. Even though it was her brother who would be enjoying these, she still couldn't help the amusement she felt as she knew her new sister was going to be bringing her strong and stoic eldest brother to his knees.

The dresses in Bridgerton blue Violet had ordered along with other pieces of Penelope's trousseau had also been completed. Daphne packed up the day dresses while instructing Eloise to stow away the ballgowns into Penelope's closet here for now. She would get them over to Bridgerton House at some point during Anthony and Penelope's honeymoon.

Rielle clapped her hands together, incredibly excited to get her lady ready for her big day. As it was a wedding, she would be able to make up her miss a little more so today without it being frowned upon. "Alright miss, let us get started." She sat down on a stool in front of Penelope, a variety of cosmetics spread out across the vanity. Rielle had the curling tongs heating up nearby so they would be ready for use once Penelope's makeup was done. "Close your eyes for me, miss."

The bride did as she was instructed, doing her best not to laugh as Rielle painted on the foundation with a brush. Penelope already had flawless, porcelain skin, but the paint would give her skin a slightly dewy look and help keep her looking fresh faced throughout the day. Rielle drew the brush along Penelope's neck before blending everything in along her neck and hairline with a sponge. After letting it set for a minute, the lady's maid then dusted a light powder across Penelope's face to seal in the look.

"Now for the fun part." She had Penelope close her eyes again, picking up a small bowl of a sooty black mixture and dipped a fine point brush into it. She brought up brush to draw a winged tip along the edge of her lady's outer lid. She repeated the process for the other eyes as well, before using a soft round brush to blend it out at the corner and into the crease the eyelid, softening the edges. Rielle applied a dark copper along Penelope's lid, the color vibrant against her skin. The lady's maid utilized a soft crème to highlight the inner corner of the eyes, sweeping it along the browbone as well. As a final touch, Rielle brushed a bronze color along the crease and lower lash line, then blending where the different colors met to keep the look soft while also a little dramatic. "You have the prettiest eyes my lady."

Eloise headed over to look at her friend. "I've been telling her that for years." She studied the makeup Rielle had done, giving the older girl a grin. "Damn, you really know what you're doing."

Rielle laughed but dipped her graciously. "Thank you Miss Eloise. Your compliment is most appreciated."

Katherine returned with the bouquets, each resting in a thin vase with water. Violet gasped at the beauty of them. "These are exquisite. Wonderful choices, girls." A member of Daphne's staff collected the bouquets from Katherine, taking them to be placed in a cooler until it was time to leave for the church.

Violet ushered her daughters to take a seat, as Eloise's maid, Constance, and Daphne's maid, Rose, were waiting to get their respective lady ready for the wedding. Lady Bridgerton herself finally sat so that Katherine could get her ready as well.

Rielle dusted a coral rogue on Penelope's cheeks, ensuring the depth of the color wasn't too dark. She was aiming for just a light hint of the blush to be visible on the redhead's skin. With a small brush, she colored Penelope's lips with a pomade in a dusty rose color. Rielle brushed Penelope's eyebrows to fluff them a little, before smiling at her work. "That will do it I think."

Penelope turned to look at the finished look in the mirror and had to gasp at her reflection, standing up to get a better look. "Rielle you really can work miracles. This is amazing."

The older girl laughed. "You are beautiful on your own, this just accentuates it." She reached over to collect the curling tongs. "Sit back down, we need to do your hair." As Penelope retook her seat, Rielle began to divide Penelope's hair into three sections . They had decided on just simple, full and voluminous waves for the hairstyle. Before she curled each piece, Rielle applied a bit of the cherry blossom hair oil, it giving each curl a beautiful shine. It took a little bit, Penelope had a lot of hair and the lady's maid alternated curling the hair upward or under so as to give it dimension and body.

By the time she was done Penelope's face was framed by lustrous and sultry waves. Her hairstyle paired with the makeup, she was stunning. Daphne laughed as she looked over from her spot getting her own hair styled. "Oh, Anthony is going to die when he sees you."

Eloise had to agree. "And you're not even in the dress yet."

Rielle's eyes sparkled as she looked to her lady. "Speaking of which, are you ready?" Penelope took a deep breath then nodded. It was silly, but somehow putting on the dress is what was going to make this feel completely real to her. She was about to marry Anthony Bridgerton. Rielle gathered up the gown and followed Penelope behind the dressing screen.

Penelope removed her robe, only wearing her underthings and stepped into the dress. Madame Delacroix had made it corset style so that Penelope wouldn't have to worry about wearing one. As Rielle laced it up, she lightly ran her hands along the bodice and fingered the skirt. To get the full effect, Rielle helped her lady into her wedding shoes, a simple pair of white, open toe heels. The lady's maid brought her hands to her mouth. "You are a vision, miss."

Violet's voice carried to the two women. "Are you ready, dear? We are dying to see how wonderful you look."

Penelope took a breath then stepped out from the behind the screen. Everyone in the room gasped in awe. Eloise, stood from her seat and walked to her best friend a little. "Pen. Wow."

The bride moved to the full length mirror in her room to look for herself. She felt her heart swell as she took herself in. The bodice of the dress was complete adorned in pearl and crystal beading, it fitted to her curves perfectly. The straps of the gown rested just below her shoulders, wrapped around her upper arms. At the waist a thin diamond band was stitched in and flowing from the band was a multi-layered organza skirt. It settled about her likes waves and when she spun the skirt flared around her beautifully. The dress was an A line silhouette and had a chapel length train at the back.

Violet had tears in her eyes, Daphne already sniffling. Lady Bridgerton stood up, moving to take Penelope's hands. "You are the most beautiful bride there ever could be. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

Penelope smiled at her soon to be mother. "Thank you, Mama." Violet bit back a little sob and gently hugged the young bride. She pulled back and gestured for something from Katherine. "I know your veil has a few sapphires, but Anthony thought maybe this could represent your something blue." She held out a simple sapphire pendant on a delicate chain.

The redhead felt her breath catch as Violet secured the pendant around her neck. "It is gorgeous." She lightly placed a hand over the sapphire, smiling at Violet through the mirror's reflection. "It's perfect."

Eloise picked up a small bag. "Your dress is the something new, the veil your something old, and now the necklace your something blue." She walked up to her friend and pulled out a pearl ring. Penelope recognized it easily. Anthony had gifted his sister this ring for her 15th birthday, she wore it every day. "This can be your something borrowed."

She slipped the ring onto her friend's right hand then gave her a hug. "You truly do look lovely."

Daphne, having pulled herself together, came up behind her. "Now for the final touch." As she had before, Daphne slid the headband of the veil into the Penelope's hair, securing it just behind her ears. The gossamer veil fell gracefully down her back and over her shoulders, the edges embellished with a floral lace applique.

Penelope sucked in a breath, even she couldn't deny it. She looked like a bride.

Daphne gave her a wink. "Anthony just might die."

After everyone was ready, the women loaded up in the carriage, Daphne and Eloise on either side of it, fluffing Penelope's dress out so that it wouldn't wrinkle on the ride to the church. As they arrived, the two sisters helped Penelope out as well, everyone doing their damndest to ensure the dress and veil remained perfect. Violet ushered everyone into the bride room, she had seen the men's carriage coming up the street. "Hurry inside girls, we don't want Anthony to see her before it's time."

Violet waited in the foyer of the church for her sons and Simon. Francesca had ensured her mother she could handle getting Gregory and Hyacinth to the church. Lady Bridgerton smiled warmly as she saw Anthony disembark from the carriage in his wedding attire. He looked so like Edmund in that moment. "Hello dearest."

Anthony accepted the hug his mother bestowed upon him. "Hello mother." His body was jittery with anticipation. He hadn't seen Penelope since yesterday evening and it was killing him. "How is she?"

Violet patted his cheek reassuringly. "She is perfect. Beyond beautiful."

The viscount smiled softly. "I'm sure she is."

Simon clapped a hand to Anthony's shoulder. "Come on Ant, let's get you to the groom's area."

"And maybe a drink?"

"Let's stick with some water instead." Violet gave her son in law a grateful look before she headed outside to keep an eye out for her remaining three children.

Penelope was sipping on a glass of water herself when a light knock sounded on the door. Eloise jumped up, opening it just a crack to see who was on the other side. She threw a grin over her shoulder to Penelope and her sister. "It's safe." She stepped back, allowing Benedict and Colin to slip into the room before closing the door once more with a firm snap.

Daphne stood, blocking Penelope from view for a moment. "What are you two doing in here? The wedding will start any moment."

Colin shot the duchess a smile. "We just wanted to extend best wishes to the bride."

Ben nodded in agreement. "For with Anthony as her husband she will need it." Both men popped around their sister before stopping in their tracks when Penelope turned to face them. Ben whistled as he took her in. "Penelope sweetheart, I have not a word fitting enough to describe your beauty."

She giggled. "Ever the poet, Ben."

The artist crossed over to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Damn, our plan to make Anthony jealous worked too well. For had it not, you would be my bride."

Penelope pretended to ponder his words. "I think I would've been happy with that."

He tipped his head to the door. "Still time to sneak out the back, head off to Gretna Green."

Daphne reached over and smacked her brother in the face. "Stop flirting with our brother's bride!" She pulled Ben away from Penelope, letting Colin take his place.

Penelope blushed under her friend's gaze. "Wow Pen. How did I not realize how incredibly beautiful you are?"

The implication of him not realizing her feelings for him way back when was clear. She shrugged while giving him a small smile. "I guess fate just knew better. You and I were never meant to be, it was always going to be Anthony."

Colin nodded before pressing his lips to her forehead. "You and he are perfect together. Fate got it right." He looked her over once more, shaking his head. "He's going to faint when he sees you. He's already just about ready to burst."

Penelope laughed lightly. "Is he alright though?"

Her friend gave her a reassuring grin. "He's good, just ready to see you." Colin reached to brush a curl out of her face. "Just remember, I may not be the most important man in your life anymore, but I still hold the number two spot."

Benedict scoffed off to the side. "Try number three."

Before Colin could retort, another knock on the door sounded in the room. Violet poked her head in. "It is time. Fran, Greg, and Hy are seated, and all the guests have arrived." They kept the wedding small. Lady Danbury had of course been invited, so had Marina and her husband Phillip. Madame Delacroix was in attendance as was Thomas, Penelope's old stable hand, and Rielle had quickly changed so she could watch the wedding as well. She would depart for Aubrey Hall during the reception so as to be there when the new husband and wife arrived. A few of Anthony's close school buddies had come. Lord Taylor and his wife had also accepted the invitation. When Violet had broached the subject of inviting Penelope's mother and sisters, the redhead hadn't hesitated for a second before saying no. "Benedict, Colin, you need to go be with Anthony. He's about to make his entrance."

The two men nodded, each giving the bride another peck on the cheek before taking their leave. As they exited the room, Simon slipped inside. He gave Daphne and Eloise a wide grin. "The two of you look radiant." He wasn't wrong. Both Daphne and Eloise had their hair curled and pinned to cascade over one shoulder. They each wore a deep purple chiffon gown, ruched at the waist with a sweetheart neckline. Much like Penelope's dress, each gown had a diamond band stitched in, however theirs began just under the bust rather than at the waist. This was done to accommodate Daphne's baby bump. Simon kissed his wife lightly before he made his way to Penelope. "Babydoll…" He was at a lost for words. She turned so he could see his mother's veil in all its glory. The duke felt his eyes grow misty.

Penelope faced him again, it was very important to her that Simon thought she did his mother's veil justice. "Do I look alright?"

He delicately trailed his hand along the veil's edge. "You look like perfection. Now when I offer this veil to my daughters, I can tell them about this happy memory instead." The music started up, signaling Daphne and Eloise to line up with Simon and Penelope behind them. The two sisters each picked up their pure white bouquets, and Eloise handed Penelope hers. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Three blue hydrangeas made up the core on top while spiral eucalyptus bordered them on all sides. Light pink peonies and galaxy orchids had been tucked between the petals of two of the hydrangeas, a large stargazer lily nestled amongst the blooms of third. At the front another stargazer lily took center stage, dusty miller tucked underneath to keep the bloom upright, with two green mini hydrangeas on either side. Galaxy orchids and seeded eucalyptus cascaded from the sides of the lily, interwoven together as they trailed downward.

Simon led Penelope to just outside the doors leading to the chapel, Eloise and Daphne having just walked through them. "Don't be nervous. You are the most breathtaking bride and Anthony will have to keep himself from falling to the floor when he sees you."

Penelope took in a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm her racing heart. "Simon, if I haven't told you yet, I love you." She looked in his eyes. "You are the brother I always wanted. Thank you for doing this."

The duke gave her a tender smile. "I love you too my little sister. I will always be by your side." The music changed just slightly, queuing that it was time for Penelope to make her entrance. "You ready?" She gave him a nod and two doormen opened both doors to give her a double door entrance.

The guests all stood and turned to look at the young bride. She ignored them all in favor of looking at Anthony waiting for her.

Anthony felt himself sway a little as he looked at his bride. Benedict's hand on his shoulder kept him steady. He met Penelope's eyes, a bright grin overtaking his face as she walked to him. She gave him a beautiful smile in return as she seemed to float down the aisle. Their relationship flashed across his mind as he stared at her. Him sending the note so long ago that started this all. Her owning being Whistledown that first day, the two of them huddled on the sofa while she marked his list of potential wives all to hell.

Their dance in his study, the race to the meadow that first time, their first public dance at Lady Danbury's ball, and then the second. Everything with Bannon, her asking him to stay. Him trying to push her away, thinking it be for the best but Penelope fighting him with all she had, not letting him shy away from what he felt for her.

The day at the races, the Hearts and Flowers ball, their first kiss by the fountain at Aubrey Hall. Their second ride to the meadow, all the trouble with her mother. Taking a promenade with Daphne and Simon, he getting pulled into the water by his best friend while she laughed gleefully at his misfortune. That night in her room where he got to feel her skin under his hands and his lips. His proposal, her saying yes, to right here and now with her all dressed in white as his wife to be.

Simon and Penelope reached him. The duke unhooked his arm from hers, moving to place her hand in Anthony's. Before he let her go fully, Simon pressed his lips to her forehead in a sweet, brotherly kiss. He looked between them both. "Be good to each other." He hesitated just one more moment, but then lifted his hand from their joined ones and stepped back to allow Anthony to lead her the rest of the way. Penelope passed off her bouquet to Daphne, then took Anthony's hands in her own.

The priest signaled for everyone to sit down. He began the opening lines for the ceremony, but neither Anthony nor Penelope heard it. They stood facing one another, fingers laced together, unable to look away. Anthony mouthed 'Breathtaking' to his bride, causing her to blush prettily.

The priest addressed the bride and groom. "Our couple has chosen to write their own vows. Viscount Bridgerton, you may start."

Anthony took a breath to steady his voice. "Penelope, through these past few months, we have faced obstacles, some harder than others, that have helped us build the strong foundation of our relationship. It has shown me your unwavering love, constant support, and silent strength. Thank you for loving my fun, crazy, loud family, as much as I do." Penelope and the Bridgertons all laughed a little at that. "I promise to encourage you to follow your dreams. I promise to continue to challenge you to be the best version of yourself. I promise to make you laugh, when you're taking life too seriously. I promise to love you unconditionally. I promise to put you first and never lose our spark. I promise to never let you forget how beautiful and amazing I think you are. Our journey as a family has only just begun and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. Pen, you are the person I choose to spend forever with, as my true soulmate. I chose you that night at the ball, I choose you today, and I will continue choosing you forever."

Light sobbing could be heard in the front row, Violet was a mess readily accepting the handkerchief Simon offered her. Daphne too was crying silently at her spot beside Penelope. Benedict quickly crossed over to her and gave her his handkerchief before hurrying back to his assigned place.

After the few light laughs had quieted, the priest gestured for Penelope to say her vows. "Before you, I never truly believed I would find that one true love. I know now that what we have transcends and is a much deeper soul connection. In you I found a partner in crime, a lover, a friend, a safe place, someone I can be my ugliest and most vulnerable with. In you I found someone who supports me, who inspires me, who respects and honors me. Thank you for embracing all the parts that make me, me. With you, I know I will never have to do anything on my own. Your strong heart and unwavering belief in me is a true testament to the kind of husband you will be. A 'drop everything, wake you up in the middle of the night because I need you kind of husband'. An 'it's never too late to do the right thing' kind of husband. A 'what can I do to help you' kind of husband. Most importantly thank you for being a devoted family man, I could not have picked a better man to be the father of my children. I love you with all that am, and I promise to continue loving you this way for the rest of my life."

The crying was hitting almost everyone now. Anthony and Penelope shared a small laugh, somewhat amused at how they had brought more than half their guests to tears. The priest called for the rings, Ben handing Anthony the one for Penelope, and Daphne giving the bride the one for Anthony.

As Anthony slipped the diamond band on her finger he said, "This ring is a token of my love. I offer you all that I have, all that I am, and all that I will be."

Penelope smiled brightly, placing the ring on Anthony's finger while saying, "This ring is a token of my love for you. I am yours, today and forever."

As the priest began to officially pronounce them as husband and wife, Anthony pulled Penelope into his arms not waiting for the line before kissing his bride. Laughter rang in the hall at his eagerness, but it was quickly followed by cheers, Penelope and Anthony both smiling into the kiss that sealed their marriage.

When they finally pulled apart, the priest continued. "Friends and family, may I introduce to you for the first time Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Viscountess Penelope Bridgerton!"

Anthony gazed at his wife from his place by the stairs. She was speaking with her cousin, Marina. Things had been left a little awkward at the end of the previous season, but they had spoken through letters and seemed to have mended their relationship. After all, she was the only member of Penelope's family she had invited to the wedding.

The viscount grinned at the thought. He was a married man now, and he had the most beautiful wife there was. Penelope turned her head towards him and met his gaze, smiling brightly. Marina leaned in and said something to the redhead causing her to bit her lip and blush.

Benedict and Simon came up beside him as Penelope's attention was now focused on Hyacinth who was gushing over how wonderful she looked. Ben sighed settling a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You managed to find yourself quite a woman. And she does look stunning."

Simon settled a look at his best friend. "Remember, you hurt her…I fuck you up."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Yes Simon, you have made me aware. Many times." He took a sip of his drink. "I dislike this whole reception thing after the wedding. This can be done after the honeymoon."

Both men laughed at the groom's displeasure. Benedict leaned against the banister. "This is for mother. Her shining victory so to speak."

"Yes well my shining victory is being withheld from me." Marina left to tend to her children giving Anthony his opening. "Excuse me, I'm going to go kiss my wife." The viscount crossed the room, smiling politely at everyone who congratulated him. He reached Penelope, and Hyacinth got the hint she should leave. Anthony waited until his youngest sister had disappeared into the crowd before he gently pulled Penelope to him. "Hello wife."

Penelope laughed lightly, sliding her hands up his chest and cinching her arms around his neck. "Hello husband." Anthony pressed a kiss to her smiling lips, settling his hands on her waist. "How are you liking the reception?"

"I find it a bloody nuisance."

The redhead made a noise of indignation. "Your mother put a lot of work into this!"

Anthony didn't seem to think that should sway his opinion. "And it is wonderful but trust me I will be extracting us from this soiree in exactly one hour." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "My self-restraint will last no longer than that."

Penelope felt the now ever present flare of desire lick up her spine. She suddenly didn't feel like mingling anymore. "How long have we been here already?"

He checked his timepiece. "About forty minutes."

She placed her hands at his shoulders, using them for leverage as she raised up on her toes. She placed her lips at his ear, "Perhaps we should only stay another twenty minutes then. Our presence for a full hour should be sufficient don't you think?"

Anthony groaned lightly at her suggestion. "You are truly brilliant." He kissed her again, doing his best to keep it reigned in. Over the next twenty minutes, he didn't leave her side, an arm constantly wrapped around her waist. A few minutes before leaving, the newlyweds sought out Violet to inform her of their departure.

Violet smiled as she saw them walking towards her. "Oh, my darlings." She wrapped them both up in her arms, hugging them tight. "This has been the most wonderful day."

Anthony smiled at his wife. "That it has." He turned back to his mother. "We are going to take our leave."

The matriarch arched an eyebrow. "From your own party?

"I think it will make do without us."

Violet knew the real reason her son was eager to leave with his bride but as they were married now she couldn't real chastise them. "Have a safe trip to Aubrey Hall. However, I do expect you back for the last ball of the season. The queen is hosting."

The viscount furrowed his brows. "What if we decide to extend our honeymoon?"

Violet sighed. "Then you may return to the country after the ball." She looked to her new daughter. "He is your responsibility now my dear."

Penelope smiled up at her husband. "Lucky me." She pulled from Anthony's hold to go up and hug Violet once more. "Thank you for everything, Mama. I will never be able to repay the kindness you have shown me all my life."

Violet held the young woman tightly pulling back after a few long moments. "You are the sweetest girl I have ever met." She gave her son a warm smile. "Anthony couldn't have found better."

Anthony kissed his mother on the cheek then slipped his hand into Penelope's. "We'll see you in two weeks." The couple walked back through the house, only to find a congregation of the older Bridgerton siblings by the door. "You will see us in two weeks, we are not about to take half an hour to say goodbye."

Daphne rolled her eyes, walking up to hug Penelope. "Have a wonderful time." She lowered her voice and whispered, "Remember, fend him off. You have the power, use it."

After a few more quick hugs, Anthony was leading Penelope from the house toward the waiting carriage. As he helped her in, Benedict stuck his head out the door. "Go make me a nephew or niece or wont' you? A chorus of 'Ben!' filtered out the door prompting the artist's laughter.

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The carriage rolled its way through the streets of the city, Penelope leaning her head on Anthony's shoulder her hand laced with his. As they left the town behind, Anthony reached over to pull closed the curtains on either side of the carriage.

Before Penelope could ask what he was doing, he took hold of her waist lifting her from the seat to place her across his lap, straddling him. The skirt of her wedding gown flowed as Anthony moved her, the light layers gently settling around them. "God, finally."

Anthony surged forward, capturing her lips with his own. He kissed her hungrily, sinking his hands into her hair. Penelope had returned his mother's veil to Simon at the reception, not wanting to keep it from him for too long, so the viscount had nothing to obstruct him as he pulled lightly, causing his wife to break the kiss and tip her head back exposing her neck. She softly moaned as Anthony sucked at her pulse point, one hand coming up to thread into his hair and holding him to her. "Anthony."

He smiled against her skin. "I will make it so my name is the only thing you can say." Anthony slid his hands along her body, down across her thighs. As he kissed his way along her shoulder, he sifted through the multitude of layers that made up her skirt. "Where is the end of this thing?"

Penelope giggled as Anthony flicked through layer after layer of the delicate organza material. "Are you experiencing trouble, Anthony?"

He mock glared at her. "It would seem so." Her amusement heightened at his remark, Anthony joining in on her laughter.

Penelope settled a hand on either side of his neck giving him a radiant smile. "You must have patience, dear husband."

"I have had patience for weeks."

"A few more hours shall be easy for you then."

Anthony huffed. "You sorely overestimate me."

Penelope leaned forward to kiss him softly. "It will be worth it, I promise." With a low growl, Anthony kissed her back far more deeply than hers had been. He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her as close as possible, and he managed to find the hem of her skirt, slipping a hand inside. His wife gasped into his kiss as he kneaded her inner thigh, the tips of his fingers slightly grazing against her center.

Instinctively she tried to further the touch, but Anthony moved his hand back trailing it down her leg. "Now who needs patience?" In retaliation to his teasing, Penelope reached forward to tug his shirt free of his pants, slipping her hands beneath the fabric and pressing them against his warm skin.. She scratched her nails lightly along his abdomen pulling a hiss from her husband. Anthony captured her lips once more, tracing his tongue along the seam of her lips.

She granted his request, parting her lips and allowing Anthony to explore the recesses of her mouth. She whimpered slightly as his tongue met hers, this method of kissing entirely new to her. She gripped his shoulders as Anthony turned them so he could he press her back to the bench of the seat, looming over her. He shucked off his jacket, tossing it to the other seat.

Penelope pulled back to take in a breath, her chest heaving. Anthony's eyes zeroed in on the action, hands inching up her body, his thumbs brushing along the side of her breasts. Even with the structured bodice, she shivered at the sensation. She sat up, one arm round his neck as she planted featherlight kisses to his neck. Anthony's hands moved to splay against her back, his fingers playing with the laces of her gown. "If we keep this up, the staff will get quite an eyeful once we arrive."

Penelope lightly nipped at his jaw, her husband issuing a short groan in response his hands now sliding down along her back. "You started it."

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Anthony barked out a laugh. "You continued it. After chastising me of course." He pressed his forehead to hers lifting her back up into his lap as he sat upright again. "However, you are right. Our first time together should not be in the back of a carriage."

The newlyweds leisurely kissed the rest of the way to Aubrey Hall, not quite willing to let go of one another just yet.

After arriving at Aubrey Hall, Anthony and Penelope put themselves back together as much as possible before stepping out of the carriage. The staff were lined up outside, ready to greet the lord and lady. The evening had taken hold as they rode to Aubrey Hall, the sun just about to set. Mrs. Danforth moved forward as the couple got closer to the door, giving both a small curtsey. "Welcome home Lord Bridgeton." She smiled at Penelope. "And to you Lady Bridgerton, you are the new lady of this house."

Anthony and Penelope shared a glance, he grinning down at his wife. "You indeed are."

The redhead made a noise of happiness, pressing closer to him. Mrs. Danforth gave them a smile. "We have an evening meal ready for you both in the dining room. As you rest from your travels, we will get your rooms prepared."

Winking at Penelope, the viscount said "Only prepare my room. Another will not be necessary."

Mrs. Danforth nodded in understanding, having expected this request to be made. "Of course, my lord." As she ushered the staff back into the house, some heading to the carriage to unload their luggage, Anthony led Penelope into the house and to the dining room. While he would've been just fine feasting only on his new wife, he was sure Penelope would be hungry as she had confessed to him at the reception she had been too nervous to eat anything before the wedding. "Do you want to change out of your gown first?"

Penelope it her lip while shaking her head as she fingered the organza skirt. "I'm not ready to take it off just yet." She shrugged helplessly. "It's a girl thing."

Anthony chuckled, pecking her lips lightly before helping her into her chair at the table. As they dined, easy conversation passed between them. Their relationship having been built upon a foundation of friendship made the transition from friends to courting to man and wife incredibly easy. Even with an undoubtably pleasurable night ahead of them, Penelope found she was more excited then nervous. She trusted Anthony entirely with her heart and her body.

Towards the end of the meal, Anthony was enjoying a cup of coffee when Rielle stepped into the room. "Miss, if you are ready I will help prepare you for the night."

Anthony furrowed his brow a little, he had been planning on stripping that gorgeous gown from his wife's body, leaving it littered upon his bedroom floor. "Pen?"

Penelope stood, a little wicked smile on her face. "As I said, it will be worth it." She leaned down to kiss him deeply for a few moments before pulling away. "Come up when you're ready." She gave him a wink before heading out of the room with Rielle. Anthony sat there, slowly sipping at his coffee. This continued for maybe a minute before he was out of his seat and hurrying to their room.

Penelope studied herself in the mirror of the dressing room after Rielle had helped her out of her dress and into the bridal lingerie. "This is…very revealing."

Rielle laughed as she hung up the wedding gown. "That is the point, miss. Don't worry, it won't be on long."

"Was that supposed to be reassuring?"

The lady's maid laughed. "No, merely factual." She turned back to her lady handing over a waist length sheer white robe. "You look amazing, he will love it. Have fun." She departed through the other door, the one leading to the bedroom that would've been Penelope's if she wasn't going to stay with Anthony.

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Penelope fluffed her hair, doing one more quick appraisal. The panty left her backside pretty much bare. It also was detailed with a small triangular cut in the waistband right above her bum. Her back was also heavily exposed save for the hooked band. From the front, everything was made of sheer lace, only the patterns on the cups and in the lace keeping her from being fully exposed. She had thigh high sheer stockings on, only there to further add to the sex appeal of her outfit. She slipped the robe on, not that it hid anything and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." Penelope turned away from the mirror opened the door to her and Anthony's room.

Anthony, who was sitting on the bed, bounced his leg in anticipation as he waited for his bride. He could only guess she was changing into something that would cause his final string of self-control to snap. At the sound of the door opening, he lifted his head and instantly felt himself begin to harden. Penelope stepped into the candlelight of the room, biting her lip shyly. She turned around to show him the back, sliding the robe off as she did. She faced him again, doing her best not to fidget. "Was it worth it?"

Anthony groaned as he stood, walking over to her slowly. He was entranced by the amount of creamy skin on display, and what wasn't was all dressed up in pretty, delicate lace teasing at what lay beneath. "Heaven help me." In a flash, he had his lips on hers while his hands danced across her bare torso moving around to her back. He slipped his hands down to her backside, moaning into the kiss as he took a cheek in each hand squeezing lightly.

Penelope lifted her hands the buttons his shirt, nimbly undoing them. "I need this off." She pushed the shirt from his shoulders, Anthony helping to remove it the rest of the way. She slipped the tips of her fingers under his waistband. "I'm still at a disadvantage."

Anthony grinned against her lips. "I'm not stopping you." With a little bit of nerves, Penelope released the fasten on his pants, them loosening and slipping low on his hips. He pulled them off the rest of the way, leaving him in just his underclothes as well. "I think it's time to relocate." He hauled her up into his arms, Penelope wrapping her legs around his waist and setting her lips at his neck. Anthony let them fall into the bed rolling to where she was on top. He tugged at her hair to bring her lips back to his, kissing her hungrily while his hands roamed along her back, his fingers dipping beneath the bra brand.

Penelope could feel his erection pressing against her. Following her body's cues, she pressed herself closer, a gasp of pleasure spilling from her lips. Anthony sat up, dragging his hands over the silken fabric concealing her breasts. "As pretty as you look in this," he pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts, nipping along the edge of one cup, "It would look better on my floor." With one hand, he flicked open the close on her top, the garment falling loose. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly drew it from her body, making sure she was okay. She gave him a smile as he tossed the small bit of fabric to the floor.

Anthony took a moment to drink in her, hair mused and her lips cherry red from his kisses. Her breaths came quick, drawing his eyes to her breasts, groaning the sight. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?"

A blush stained her cheeks. "No." Sexy was never a word she had thought to use when describing herself.

He grinned, pulling her into a long kiss. "That just makes you even more so." He flipped them, pressing her back into the sheets. "I am going to worship every inch of you." He kissed her lips one more time, then began to trail his lips downward.

She grasped at the strands of his dark hair, feeling her body light up in anticipation. Anthony brought a hand up to cup her breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. Penelope cried out lightly, having never had felt such a sensation. He teased her slightly, pressing open mouthed kisses to her stomach, her hips. He removed his hand, smirking at her noise of protest, only to turn the noise into a gasping of his name as he wrapped his lips around her nipple. "Anthony!"

Penelope took in the heady sight of her husband's mouth on her breast, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth against her hardened nub sending her into a frenzy. His hand was busy working at her other breast, giving it the same attention as he had the first. She had always known her chest would be a sensitive part of her body, but she had never imagined it could be this tantalizing.

Anthony lifted his head, meeting her eyes with his. "How do you feel?"

She floundered for the words, her mind a pleasure filled haze. "Indescribable."

"I'll take that." She pulled on his hair as Anthony took her other nipple into his mouth, not wanting to leave it unattended. His hands flirted with the waistband of her panty, slipping his fingers into the fabric. He lightly skimmed his fingers along the top of her mound and back over her bum. He pulled away from her breast lifting up to meet her lips with his once more. His chest brushed against hers, the already sensitive skin sending little shivers through her. He tugged at the scrap of fabric covering the last part of her. "May I?"

"Yes." She could barely get the words out, unable to handle all the new feelings he stirred within her. She had thorough conversations with Rielle and Daphne about what to expect but talking about it was nothing like the real thing.

He hooked his fingers into her waistband and peeled the piece of cloth over her hips and down her legs, taking the sheer stockings off as well as he did. "Fuck, Pen." She lay bare before him, resisting the urge to cover herself. His gaze was hot and wanting, his eyes dark with desire. He covered her body with his, her legs falling open of their own accord to let him settle against hers. "You are absolutely gorgeous." He lazily kissed her, trailing his lips to her neck. "Every part of you."

Penelope slid her hands across his back, relishing in the warmth of his skin. "I just might actually believe you."

He met her gaze. "Only might?" He moved down her body, pressing his lips to her hipbone. "That won't do." Anthony hooked a hand behind her knee, spreading her legs further apart. "How can I convince you of how incredibly tempting you are?" He kissed along her inner thigh, switching to the other leg right before he reached the apex of her thighs.

She whimpered, desperately needing him to quell the fire between her legs. "Anthony."

He looked up at her, a smirk on his face. "Tell me what you want, Pen."

She didn't know how to put into words what she needed. Her hips bucked slightly off the bed. "I need…I…"

Anthony decided to take mercy on her. "Maybe this?" He buried his face between her thighs and swiped his tongue against her.

"Anthony!" Penelope's back arched off the bed, fisting the sheets in her hands. He hmmed against her as he continued his assault upon her center. The added vibration caused her to screw her eyes shut, it all so overwhelming.

She was divine. Anthony was sure he could happily stay between her legs for hours. She was dripping in her arousal, and he couldn't get enough. He was painfully hard but was determined to have Penelope near begging before he would finally enter her. She was breathing heavily, whimpers and incoherent gibberish falling from her lips as he drew patterns against her with his tongue. He continued this for another few seconds before he sucked her little pearl into his mouth.

Penelope shot up, a hand flying to his head. "Anthony!" He sucked a little harder causing her to jerk. "Anthony…I…oh…" She fell back to the bed a wave building up in her that she couldn't hold back. She brought her hands to her hair, Anthony sliding his hands under her butt to lift her even closer to his mouth. She cried out loudly, Anthony's name a mantra as the wave of pleasure crested and slammed into her over and over.

Anthony rode out her orgasm, gradually softening his attentions as she came off her high. When she relaxed into the bed, he wiped his mouth and rose up to kiss her softly. "How are you doing?"

Penelope brought her hands to his neck and yanked him down into a heated kiss. "No wonder society keeps women so unaware. If we knew it felt like this, we would think of nothing else."

He chuckled, pressing his lips to her cheek. "That's only the start." He reached between them, his hand cupping her mound. Her breath hitched and she grasped at his shoulders. "Tell me if this is too much." He gently slid a finger inside her with little resistance. He watched her face as he added another, looking for any sign of discomfort. "He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "You are so wet for me. So ready."

Penelope keened at his words as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out. It was a strange feeling, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion. He crooked his fingers in just a way that had her whimpering each time. "Anthony, that feels…"

He smiled as she trailed off. "Have I stolen your words dear wife?" Even in her pleasure, she glared at his teasing. He kissed the glare off her face, plundering her mouth his with tongue mimicking the actions of his hand. Penelope pulled him closer with the hand on his neck while bringing the other down to slide across the planes of his chest to his abs. They jumped under her touch making her grin.

Anthony brought his thumb to rub against her clit, prompting his wife to moan into their kiss. He increased the speed of his fingers and thumb urging her towards another orgasm. He broke from her lips but kept his eyes on her face. Pleasure induced cries spilled from her lips, she unable to stop them. He could tell she was getting close, he could feel the way her walls fluttered against his fingers. "Come for me Pen."

As if his words were magic, a few moments later he watched as she fell apart another orgasm flooding through her and her walls clamped around his fingers while he worked her through it. Once her high faded, Anthony removed his fingers bringing them to his mouth.

She watched mouth agape as he cleaned his fingers of her. He laughed at her expression kissing her deeply. When he pulled back he rested his weight against her, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "I am truly the luckiest man. You are beautiful beyond measure."

Penelope sighed happily, sinking into the sheets and bringing her feet to rub against his leg. "I think I am the one who got lucky." She pressed her lips to his jaw. "You are perfection personified."

Anthony smiled. He had never been so chatty during sex. With his partners before it was just about the physical pleasure of it all. Even with Sienna during sex they didn't speak. With Penelope, it was entirely different. He lifted from her, removing the final article of clothing between them. He saw her eyes widen as she trailed her eyes over him.

Penelope took in the sight of her naked husband. She had seen this once before, entirely by accident of course. Her shock had kind of kept her from being able to truly appreciate the beauty of him. She couldn't help but widen her eyes at the sight of his hardened member. During her first look, that certainly hadn't been as prominent.

Anthony slid atop her once more, meeting her gaze. "This is going to hurt at first, but I promise I will make it better." He waited for her nod before lining himself up. He slowly began to sink into her. He watched her face as he did. Penelope took in a breath, groaning a little as she stretched to allow him in. It wasn't painful, just different.

He paused as he reached the barrier of her hymen. Anthony cupped her face with both hands and kissed her deeply as he pushed through burying himself fully within her. Penelope cried out into the kiss at the pinch of pain. Anthony broke from her an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

Penelope bit her lip but nodded. "I just feel…full." Her husband peppered light kisses to her cheeks and her neck, helping her relax. He pulled out slowly, then gently back in. He kept this slow pace helping get her adjusted to the feeling of him moving within her. As pleasure began to overtake the pain, Penelope clutched at his back. "Anthony."

Encouraged by her response, he began to speed up snapping his hips to hers. He groaned at the feel of making love to his wife. He took her bum in his hands once more lifting her hips off the bed so he could penetrate her at a different angle. Penelope cried out in pleasure as he hit the sweet spot within her that had her seeing stars. Every time he pushed back in he hit it again and again. "Anthony, oh God!"

Anthony groaned, the sound of his name falling from her lips spurning him on. She'd been saying it all night but now she sounded just wrecked and that was sexy as hell. "Fuck." He took one leg in his hand, hiking it up high on his waist as he plowed forward. Penelope moans got louder the more they continued, her nails digging deliciously into his back as she called out his name. Anthony dropped his head to her neck while bringing a hand to where they were joined, rubbing at her clit.

Penelope's back arched off the bed, pulling him as close as she possibly could. The now familiar wave was rushing through her again. Her body chased that mind-blowing feeling that Anthony gave to her. It only took a few more thrusts and she was flying through her third orgasm of the night, crying out Anthony's name.

Her walls clasped around him, milking him as he continued to pound into her chasing his own release. The feel of her around him as she came apart sent him spiraling right after, his seed shooting into her. He clutched her to him as they caught their breath, both now entirely spent. After a few minutes, Anthony lifted his head to smile tiredly at her. "Are you alright?"

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Penelope giggled lightly, kissing him softly. "I'm perfect." She signed contently running her hand through his hair. "How are you?"

Anthony stroked her cheek lovingly. "Extraordinary."

Chapter 24: Best Part of Me

Summary:

While enjoying their honeymoon, Penelope and Anthony receive a letter from her mother.

Notes:

Hello everyone! Happy Taco Tuesday (at least it's Tuesday for me...)

I hope everyone is enjoying the story, this one is officially almost twice as long as I Think I Might Love You which is crazy to me!

A flower I mention is called waxflower. It is a real flower, it's not artificial or made of wax that's just the name. It's kind of like a higher quality baby's breath.

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Dearest gentle reader,

Viscount Anthony Bridgerton is now a married man. And happily married so it would seem. This author would like to extend her deepest congratulations to the viscount and the new Lady Bridgerton. While maybe an unlikely match, it does seem be a true love one.

Of course, this publication is not meant merely for light hearted congratulations and well wishes. While the marriage between the now reformed rake and former wallflower is one of my favorites, it like most things in the ton, is not without a few wrinkles.

Lady Violet had her heart set on an end of season wedding for her eldest son. However, Portia Featherington had not had her last say it seems. A confrontation, a rather loud one at that, between Lady Featherington and the now new Lady Bridgerton took place in the middle of the street! Lady Bridgerton did not take kindly to whatever words her mother was saying, and she can be quoted to say, 'There is nothing of yours to try and save anymore, Mama!' Apparently the Duke of Hastings's accusation of Lady Featherington's abuse toward her youngest daughter is true, as multiple members of our esteemed ton bore witness to Lady Featherington hitting her daughter causing her cheek to bruise. I do wonder what kind of ramifications this will have upon her as it was heavily implied by our dear duke that he and the viscount would ensure the Featherington name to be sullied beyond measure if something such as this occurred. Only time will tell but rest assured dear reader that I will be here ready to let you know all the sordid details.

Due to what his author can only assume would be Lady Featherington's assault upon her daughter, the marriage of Anthony Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington was moved up two weeks. The author will admit that I feel robbed of a wonderfully grand affair I am sure Lady Violet would have provided, but nonetheless, our couple of the season are officially wed and a new Bridgerton grandchild must be on the horizon.

In other news, it seems the Queen will have a betrothal to celebrate at her closing ball of the season. Her diamond, Miss Edwina Sharma, has accepted a proposal of marriage from the prince of Prussia. This author would like to extend her congratulations to Her Majesty on the match, and with a diamond no less. Especially considering the diamond from last season just slipped through her fingers. Let us do hope Miss Edwina remains more attainable.

Alas dear reader, our season of scandal is rapidly reaching its close. But fret not, this author is sure there is plenty of scandal still left to uncover. And as you are well aware by now, I am always watching.

Penelope collapsed onto the mattress, breathing heavily with her husband beside her. They were a week into their honeymoon, and she was pretty sure they hadn't made it through one whole day yet without having sex at least three times. Rielle learned very quickly to not go and wake her lady for the day, Lord Bridgerton took care of that for her.

All it took was walking in one morning only to find Anthony pressing his wife into the wall. How she had missed the loud moans the lady's maid will never know, however it did explain how her light knock hadn't been heard by her lord and lady. The newlyweds were too wrapped up in one another to take note of her accidental intrusion, but Penelope had noticed how before Rielle walked into any room the two happen to be in, she would loudly knock and announce herself, nor did she do her daily morning check anymore.

Anthony had taught her a great many things about marital relations over these past few days. He had been a thorough teacher. Speaking of her husband, Anthony turned to pull Penelope into his arms, kissing her lips softly. "God, I could stay in this bed with you for the rest of my days."

She laughed a little, brushing his hair from his face. "That does sounds lovely, however I thoroughly enjoyed our time together in the library." After a late breakfast one day, late due to Penelope being unable to resist her husband's body as he stretched with the sheet laying low on his hips barely concealing the rest of him, she had decided to select a book from Aubrey Hall's library. The library had always been one of her favorite rooms at the Bridgerton's country home, the vast selection alone was enough to make her giddy.

Anthony had followed her around 10 minutes later, coming up behind her as she was up on one of the library ladders to read the titles of the books higher up. She was only two steps up, still within arm's reach for him. He had her gripping the ladder tightly as he slid his hand between her legs. Anthony smirked at the memory. "Yes that was one of my better ideas." After he caused her to peak once, he turned her around and proceeded to cause the ladder to bump noisily into the bookshelves as he made love to his wife.

Penelope kissed him gently. "Tomorrow we should get out of the house. Go for a turn in the gardens or something."

The viscount frowned at her. "I just said I wanted to spend my days in this bed."

"A change of scenery might be nice." She had a twinkle in her eye that got him grinning. "It is supposed to be such a beautiful day tomorrow. It would be a shame to waste it."

Anthony slid atop his young wife, pressing his lips to her neck. "Well, we can't have that can we?"

Rielle was getting her lady ready for the day, something that had been an infrequent thing over the past week. "My lady, it has been a short while since you requested a regular preparation for the day. What plans do you and the lord have planned today?"

Penelope blushed at her lady's maid insinuation of how her and Anthony couldn't seem to keep their hands to themselves. "We are going to enjoy a turn about the gardens, perhaps take our midday meal out there as well. It is such a lovely day, we want to take advantage."

The older girl hmmed in response, she already knew viewing of flowers and lunch would not be all that made it onto the newlyweds itinerary. "Well, one of the newest dresses from the madame will be perfect for a day outside." She pinned Penelope's hair into an elegant bun at the nape of her neck, adding in a few sprigs of waxflower just for kicks. Her lady's vibrant red hair made it the perfect canvas for floral adornment.

She dressed Penelope in a lovely crème gown with a coral colored flower print all over. The sheer sleeves went to her elbow with a small slit in each one. The gown was a scoop neck and the redhead's corset did a magnificent job of showcasing her assets. With a quick hug to Rielle, Penelope left the room. She had decided to utilize the bedroom that was originally made for the viscountess into a dressing room of sorts for her. Rielle had moved all of the cosmetics and hair products into that room so they could take advantage of the large vanity.

Anthony waited in the entrance hall for his bride. As it was a gorgeous day, he had forgone a jacket and kept his now usual attire of a button up and vest. He turned his head at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, smiling when he saw his wife. No matter how many times he saw her all dolled up, whether it be for a ball or just a simple day date, she never failed to take his breath away. He met her at the foot of the stairs, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her fingers. "You are the most beautiful woman in all of England."

Penelope rolled her eyes lightly. "You have not seen every woman in England."

"I don't need to. None will be able to compare." He laced his hand with hers, leading her through the house and out to the gardens. "Mrs. Danforth will have the kitchen staff set out the midday meal on the terrace in about an hour."

The new Lady Bridgerton smiled brightly. "That sounds wonderful. It truly is the most pretty of days." The sky was a forget me not blue, with only a few fluffy clouds dotted across it. The sun shone brightly, warming the day and shining off the water cascading from the fountains. They crossed into the gardens, surrounded by every flower imaginable. Penelope gingerly trailed her fingers along the petals, relishing in their softness. They came upon a shrub of red camellia blooms, causing her to stop. She pulled her hand from Anthony's, plucking one of the stems free. "Do you remember when you gave me one of these?"

The viscount smiled and nodded. "I do. It was the first time I said I loved you."

Penelope crossed back to him, twirling the flower in her hand. "I must say, your father must have made things very hard for your mother. I mean a red camellia meaning eternal love? Any girl would swoon for that." She placed her hands on his chest, the petals of the flower tickling his jaw. "I know I did."

Anthony laughed, leaning down to peck her lips. "Father did say it would work every time. I told Ben to try it and give one to the madame, but he didn't listen."

Penelope felt her eyes widen slightly. "Wait, the madame? As in Madame Delacroix?" Her husband nodded. "No!" She was shocked at the admission.

He chuckled at her reaction. His brother and the modiste had been very careful. "Yes, all of last season." The redhead clapped a hand to her mouth in surprise. "And then she rejected him when he tried to keep it going."

"Oh no." Penelope felt her heart break a little for her new brother. "Did he love her?"

"He says no, but he seemed rather put out about her dismissal. I told him to give her the flower, but he didn't, and she said no."

His wife settled a look at him. "Well, if he didn't love her it wouldn't have been right."

Anthony tipped his head to the side as he took her into his arms to pull her closer. "I think he might've just a little bit. He forged a connection with her, something I believe my brother is starting to realize he truly wants."

Penelope bit her lip in thought. "I do suppose in my role as Lady Bridgerton, after ensuring El and Fran are settled I could see what I could do for Benedict. Yes generally men are left to do as they see fit, but that doesn't mean I can't nudge him along."

The viscount laughed heartily at the thought of his tiny slip of a wife managing his brother with the society women. "I beg of you, please do. I need that visual."

The redhead joined in on his laughter, turning in his hold to take in Aubrey Hall in all its beauty. "I love everything about this house. Its beauty, the sounds, the smells, the memories made. It feels like home to me." She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, trying to blink them away.

"It is your home now." He felt her breath hitch, prompting Anthony to lean forward, seeing her face and the tears she was attempting to will away. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." He gently turned her to face him, tipping her chin up. "It's just…my life was so lonely. Even with El and Col, there were voids. Voids created by a lack of love in my life. Familial and romantic love." Penelope reached up a hand to trace along his jawline, "If you knew how I longed for someone to come and change my life the way you've done."

Anthony took hold of her hand, turning to press a kiss to her palm. "As I told you, you don't have to do this alone anymore. It's you and me forever, Pen."

Sometimes she couldn't believe her life was real. To have this man's heart and his love, her life to have changed in ways she hadn't even dared to dream. "Do you know how happy you make me? I never thought that I'd love anyone so much."

Anthony smiled tenderly at her, kissing her knuckles on the hand he held. He leaned forward kissing her slow and sweet, taking her other hand in his own and lacing their fingers together. Penelope gasped into his kiss, his gentleness stealing her breath away. He brought their joined hands up, placing her hands around his neck.

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He continued to kiss her in the same tender way as he reached for the buttons at the back of her gown. He slowly released them one by one, his fingertips grazing along the back of her corset and then her lower back as he worked his way down. Anthony pulled back from her once done, keeping his eyes on hers as he drew the bodice of the dress down and the sleeves from her arms. As he slid the fabric past her hips it fell to pool around her feet on the grass.

Penelope smiled prettily at him while she unbuttoned his vest pushing it off his shoulders and from his arms. As she undid the buttons of his shirt, Anthony pulled the pins from her hair, letting it tumble across her shoulders, the flowers floating to the ground to meet her dress. He kissed her temple as she gently tugged the shirt from his body to join the pile of clothes at their feet.

She placed her lips over his heart, before reaching up to capture his lips with her own. She gently carded her fingers through his hair while he slowly undid the laces of her corset. Every movement was sweet and loving. They had the rest of their lives together, they could take their time.

Penelope released the fasten on his pants, them loosening to hang low on his hips. Anthony plucked the last lace free, dropping her corset to the ground and pushing his pants down the remainder of the way. Both had taken to not bothering with underclothes, therefore both were laid bare before the other. Anthony trailed his lips to her neck, whispering words of adoration into her skin. Penelope lightly trailed her nails along the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Anthony mapped a trail of kisses down her body. He pressed his lips to the swell of her breasts, before kissing his way down the valley between them. He kissed her stomach, her waist, her hips. His hands ghosted over her bum, and he trailed his lips along her inner thighs before pressing them ever so lightly to her center.

As he stood, Penelope pulled him close, pressing him to her as she kissed at his jaw, his neck, his shoulders. Her hands glided down his back in a gentle caress. Anthony gave her a loving smile, before sliding an arm under her bum and lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "You are my everything."

He kissed her softly. "As you are mine." He walked them to a nearby bench, sitting down with her in his lap. "You and me Pen. Forevermore." He lifted her slightly, aligning their bodies before he brought her back down, he sliding into her waiting heat.

She gasped as he entered her, his slow and gentle pace allowing her to feel everything about him in full detail. He flexed his hips while also keeping his hands at her waist to help her match his movements. Penelope settled her hands at the side of neck and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. She had never felt more loved than she did in this moment.

He rocked into her, increasing the pressure slightly. He angled himself so as to hit her sweet spot, pulling whimpers and gasps of pleasure from his wife. Anthony had known they would end up tangled together at some point in this garden, but he hadn't known he would get the chance to cherish her this way. Their lovemaking had been both hard and fast as well as slow and steady. He worshipped her each time, but this just felt different. He would never cease to be amazed at how they could deepen their connection even further through moments like this.

Her hair fell around them like a curtain, her eyes on his while they made love. He smiled at her, lifting one hand from her waist to brush his thumb along her cheek. "If you ever wonder how long will I love you? As long as stars are above you, and longer if I can." He kissed away the two tears that fell from her blue eyes.

Anthony reached between them to tease her pearl. He could feel himself getting close, but knew she would need a little more than their gentle pace was providing. He kept his touch slow and deliberate, Penelope grasping at his back in pleasure. He snapped his hips to hers in deep strokes, bringing them both to the brink. With one last circle of his thumb, Penelope's orgasm crested. She held Anthony to her as the waves of pleasure rolled through her, their foreheads pressed together. Her falling over the precipice pulled him along with her not long after.

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As their hearts calmed, the pair stayed wrapped up with one another, savoring the moment. Penelope kissed his cheek, then his brow. He gave her a cute little grin that she couldn't help returning. Clichéd or not, his smile lit up her world like a ball of fire on a darkened sky. Clichés were created for him. End of story.

The following day, Anthony and Penelope were seated in the library. The viscount lounged on the chaise, his legs outstretched with his wife curled up between them. In all honesty it was much too small of a space for two people, but they found it rather comfortable. Rather than working in his study, Anthony brought his paperwork to the library, utilizing an end table to sort his things while Penelope read a novel. It was a lazy afternoon for them, just enjoying each other's company. One of the doormen knocked loudly on the library door and waited for Anthony's invitation in before opening the door. Rielle had warned her staffers of her awkward situation that fateful morning, so now all of the staff made sure to be extra loud and patient before entering any room.

He gave the pair a warm smile. "Good day Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton." He settled his gaze to Penelope. "Letters arrived for you, my lady." He extended two envelopes to the redhead, then handed a thick one to Anthony. "And a correspondence from your mother, my lord."

Anthony sighed as he took the hefty letter. "Oh delightful." Penelope giggled at his tone while she looked at her own post. There was one from Daphne and Simon, which she looked forward to reading, and the other was from her mother.

Penelope tensed in her husband's arms, tearing his attention away the multiple paged letter from Violet to focus on her. "Pen, are you alright?"

With a tight grip, she flashed the name of the sender of the second envelope for him to see. "My mother. She couldn't even wait for our return to town before hounding me." She stood from the chaise, setting the duke and duchess' letter atop Anthony's work, which he had now fully abandoned. "I guarantee you she will be asking for money."

Anthony sat up, sighing heavily knowing she was most likely right. "I told her any assistance she wanted she would have to ask you, for my answer would always be no. I find it only fitting that she be at your mercy now considering she held you at hers for so long."

Penelope accepted the letter opener Anthony handed her, slicing at the seal before withdrawing her mother's letter.

My darling daughter,

Congratulations once again dear on your marriage to the viscount. I understand why you did not invite your sisters or I to the ceremony, our family ties are strained but I vow to correct that as soon as I am able.

I'm writing to inform you that your Cousin Jack has swindled our poor family, as well as many gentlemen of ton. His mining operations in the Americas are mere falsehoods, there was never any money to be gained from his fabricated assets. As such, I have dismissed him from the house under threat of exposing his secrets to his investors, whom now must be told their money was given under false pretenses. The new baron is a weak, cowardly man and he departed at first light.

However, this puts your sisters and I at an impasse. As you well know, we were dependent upon the new baron to provide for us, but now that hope has been extinguished. I know you and I have had our battles, mainly because I believe as your mother, I know what is best for you, but dear you must put all of that behind you. We are your family, we are your blood, and we require your assistance. Your poor sisters deserve the same opportunity to make a fine match, just as you have. To deny them this would be cruel.

I have estimated an amount of money we will be needing to see us through the remainder of the season and during the off season. You will find it penned below. We can revisit the matter as next season approaches.

I know you will do what is right.

Your loving Mama

Penelope scoffed as she finished the letter, desiring nothing more than to rip it into tiny pieces. She screeched lightly, as her eyes passed over the words 'your loving mama' again. Anthony stood making his way to her. "That woman…she has the audacity…I would be cruel!"

Her punctuated sentence wasn't making much sense. Anthony gingerly reached to take hold of the letter. "May I?" At her nod he slipped the piece of parchment from her hold and quickly scanned its contents. As he read, his wife's incoherent mutterings became clearer. He took note of the sum Portia was requesting at the end of her letter, it was far more than any two girls would need for a season. He wasn't exactly sure if Lady Featherington thought her daughter to be dim and figured she would not notice that same as he had. He refolded the letter and looked to Penelope. "We will need to dine with Daphne and Simon upon our return. Everything with the wedding has postponed Simon and I's enactment of our wrath about her hitting you. We can merely add this ridiculousness in to fuel our actions."

Penelope rubbed at her temple. "She is actually trying to play upon my emotions right now. I suppose she thought she could appeal to the warm and fuzzy ones she believes I still hold for her and my sisters, however she was wrong. As per usual."

She dropped down to sit on the chaise, her anger coursing through her like lava. Anthony sat beside her cupping her cheek and turning her to look at him. "You know to deny them would not make you cruel."

"I know. They do not deserve our help, blood or not."

He knew this had to be difficult for his wife. She had the kindest heart and strived to try and see the best in everyone, especially when they could not see it for themselves. She had handled things with her mother just wonderfully these past few months. She had confronted her mother and won. "This is your decision, I will support whatever you choose. Even if it is to show mercy. I might not agree with it, but I will do as you ask."

Penelope gave him a beautiful smile. His faith in her and immediate assurance he would support whatever she wanted to do was part of why she loved him so. "You really are too good to me."

Anthony laughed lowly, pulling her into his lap. "You make it incredibly easy to be."

The redhead kissed him lightly before taking the letter from his hand. "The Featheringtons are no longer my family. They never truly were, therefore, they are no concern of mine. I am a Bridgerton now."

The viscount grinned broadly at his wife. "I am very proud of you, Lady Bridgerton."

"Why thank you, viscount." He growled low in his throat, she having used the same tone of voice she did at the races once upon a time.

Rielle was heading to the library to see if her lady would like an afternoon tea to be prepared when she heard the unmistakable sounds of her lord and lady otherwise engaged. "I guess that would be a no to the tea then."

Anthony and Penelope basked in the morning light filtering through the window, enjoying the afterglow of Anthony's method of waking up his little redhead. Penelope leaned against his chest, he lightly drawing patterns on her thigh with his fingers. Penelope hmmed happily pressing further into her husband. "I don't want to go back to London in a few days. Let's just stay here."

The viscount chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I concur. Unfortunately, my mother's letter yesterday included a not so subtle reminder that we are expected back in London at the end of the week for the Queen's closing ball."

"We did agree to attend didn't we?"

Anthony sighed. "Yes we did. And if we don't arrive, she'll just send someone to collect us. Or do it herself."

Penelope turned to face him. "Maybe she'd send Eloise. She would be the easiest to convince to not go to the ball."

Anthony shook his head. "No, because then we would be stuck here with my sister. I can't exactly devour you at the dinner table with her in attendance."

"No, I suppose you couldn't." She ran a hand through his hair, smiling as he made a noise of contentment. "It will be our first ball as a married couple."

He gave her a grin. "I know. I can hold you as close as I want, kiss you whenever want, ravish you within the royal gardens. What will they do, have us get married again?" He gave her a quick kiss. "Mother also mentioned in her letter how she has been looking for a townhouse to move her and my younger siblings to."

Penelope's eyes widened. "What?"

He shrugged helplessly. "She hadn't mentioned anything to me. But she says now that we are wed and hopefully to have children soon, we should have the house."

Penelope shook her head. "I don't want to push your family out. I mean, that's their home."

Anthony nodded. "I know. When we return for the ball I'm going to try and convince her to let us look for a townhouse, so she and my siblings don't feel they have to move. They are more of them, Colin and Ben still reside there. They need the room. We can easily find a place big enough for us and the first few children."

"Do you think you'll change her mind?"

The viscount tilted his head side to side. "It could go either way." Anthony took a breath, sliding out of the bed, the day's light highlighting the lines of his body. He stood at the edge of the bed and offered his hands to her. "Come on little love." He pulled Penelope up to her knees on the bed, before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to him. Her skin tingled where it was pressed against his. "What would you like to do today?"

Penelope loosely looped her arms around his neck. "I wish we had Spartan and Dalia here. I would love to go for a ride."

Anthony thought about it. They had horses here, but he knew Penelope was most comfortable riding her mare. "You know, if you are amendable to it, we could always return to London a few days earlier and stay at my apartment. Not tell anyone."

His wife tilted her head. "Don't you think we'd be found out? Dalia is stabled at Hastings House."

"Daphne is heavily pregnant. Her and Simon aren't going riding anywhere, they won't notice her gone."

"What about Spartan? Don't you think your family would notice his absence?"

Anthony shook his head with a smile. "He's at Hastings as well. I never took him back home."

Penelope bit her lip. She had admit, the slight sneaking around aspect of it excited her. "I love it here, and would miss it dearly. But I am dying to go to our meadow. Maybe make a new memory."

He laughed before kissing her soundly. "Have I turned you onto having sex outside?"

She rolled her eyes, not bothering to answer his teasing question. "Do you really think we could get away with it?"

Anthony smirked devilish at her. "Only one way to find out."

Chapter 25: Under the Stars

Summary:

Anthony and Penelope return to London.

Notes:

Hello my dear readers! I'm sorry for the slow update. I suffer from chronic migraines and I had one hit me that put me down for a full day. And then I watched my nephew this weekend as my brother and his fiancée celebrated their 4 year anniversary. I also grew bored and decided to dye the lower half of my hair hot pink, but hey at 27 I can still pull it off. So it has been quite a weekend over here.

I'm excited for the next few chapters, I have clear plans in my head so hopefully I can get the next update out sooner than this one was. Enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The next morning, after utilizing the previous day to get packed up, the carriage rolled its way through the countryside, heading back toward town. The driver steadfastly kept his eyes on the road and pretended he didn't hear the sounds emitting from the carriage interior. It seemed that now as Anthony and Penelope were far removed from their first time together, the back of a carriage was the next spot they wished to try out.

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Penelope braced one hand against the top of the carriage, the other on Anthony's shoulder as she rode him. The bodice of her dress was bunch around her waist, Anthony giving his attention to her breasts, alternating between them. Her skirt was draped across his legs, concealing their hurried movements. Anthony had lost his jacket and vest, his shirt undone and only half still on his frame. Penelope began to tire, prompting her husband to grasp her hips, lifting her up and bringing her down to meet his hips as he thrust up into her. As he felt her walls begin to flutter around him, Anthony caught his wife's lips in a kiss, muffling the cry she let out as she reached her peak.

Anthony increased his speed, spearing up into her as he worked for his own release. Penelope leaned down to whisper breathily in his ear, "Oh Anthony." She drew out the syllables of his name, that being enough to push him over the edge.

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After relishing in the afterglow, Penelope giggled as she readjusted her dress. Anthony quirked an eyebrow at her. "What is so amusing, dear wife?"

She flashed him a bright grin. "Seems we did mark the back of a carriage off our list."

He joined in on her laughter while rebuttoning his shirt. "You are to blame for that, love. I was perfectly prepared to leave you be, but you are the one who began to palm me through my trousers." He leaned forward to kiss her. "I do love how much I'm corrupting you."

Penelope merely shook her head leaning into his side as they continued the journey back to London.

After a little while longer, the wheels of the carriage crossed over the more cobbled streets of the city, clacking against the stones. Penelope peeked out the window to see where exactly they were in town. She looked to the viscount. "You know everyone is going to be talking about a Bridgerton carriage traversing along the street."

Anthony merely smiled. "The ton doesn't know that we're coming home early. Besides we could have merely sent it ahead with a majority our things as we are reaching the close of our honeymoon." He scowled slightly at that before continuing. "Either way, I don't think it's going to be a problem. My family will be far too preoccupied with ensuring the girls are ready for the Queen's ball, all the while Ben and Colin dodging my mother's probing about when they will look for a wife."

Penelope hmmed, retaking up her position at his side. "I suppose. But it is a possibility they will find us out."

He shrugged. "If they do, they do. But hey it'll be fun to try." He pressed his lips to hers chastely as the carriage came to a halt outside Anthony's apartment. Trusting his staff to collect their belongings, Anthony and Penelope hurried inside to escape notice. A Bridgerton carriage was one thing, easy enough to talk their way around, but their noted presence would not be. Anthony led her further into the apartment, instructing his remaining staffers to close all the curtains. He pulled his wife along, tucking them into a space behind the staircase.

They grinned amusedly at one another, Penelope pulling him close. "I'll admit, the sneaking around might be fun."

Anthony winked at her. "Oh, I'll make sure it is." He titled her head up to kiss her deeply while the small staff moved around them, smiling at seeing their lord so happy.

Dressed in a dark green dress and a black riding cloak, Penelope followed behind Anthony as they exited out the back of his apartment. The viscount did a quick check to ensure the backways were clear then pulled his wife along. "Are you sure this will take us up to Hastings House?"

Anthony flashed her a grin. "Absolutely. The amount of times Simon and I have traversed between our two lodgings this way is insurmountable."

"Why would the two of you sneak between your homes?"

Her husband laughed, continuing on. "Let's just say we all have things we aren't proud of. Just so happens that Simon and I share the same ones." Penelope got the hint it had something to do with before Simon and Anthony were married men. Anthony suddenly spun her around pressing her into the stone of the building behind her. They could hear quiet voices in the alley way between the building they hid behind and the next.

Instinctively, Penelope turned toward the noise, straining to hear more. "Have you truly accepted the prince's proposal?"

A young woman's voice sighed. "I had no choice, Edward. My grandparents, the Sheffields…my sister struck a deal with them. They will provide me my inheritance but only if I marry well. Once I have my inheritance, I can provide for my mother and sister. How could I do much better than a prince?"

Penelope whispered to Anthony. "Edward? Edward who?"

"What about what you want? You said you had wanted to marry for love."

Anthony leaned ever so slightly to the side to try and get a better look at the two people talking. He recognized the young woman instantly as Edwina Sharma, the season's diamond. It took him a moment to place the man but eventually it fell into place.

The woman's voice again let out a deep breath. "That was before I found out what my sister had done, the secret she had kept from me. I realize now marrying for love is an unrealistic notion."

Edward sighed. "Edwina, as your friend let me help you."

Anthony straightened back up, catching Penelope's eye. "It's the diamond and Edward Bagwell. He's a scholar, second son of his family."

Edwina shook her head. "Edward, we cannot marry, my sister will not accept you."

Edward's brow furrowed as he tried to convince her. "We can travel, see the world together. I can take you away from here and you won't have to move to Prussia so far away from everything you know."

The young woman smiled sadly at him. "You are sweet, but Edward I must marry the prince. I cannot allow my family to struggle so."

"It should not be your responsibility to bear this burden. You should be allowed to follow your heart."

Edwina bit back a sob. "Maybe so, but that is not the way of this world."

Anthony and Penelope heard footsteps hurrying away. Edward waited a few moments before departing as well. The newlyweds stood rooted to the spot looking at one another. Penelope placed a hand over her heart. "My heart breaks for her. It is clear she loves him, and he her."

The viscount tipped his head in agreement. "It also sounds like her grandparents are a piece of work. Why would her sister keep silent about the arrangement?"

Penelope sighed, thinking back on how at balls she had noticed Edwina being purposefully directed toward only wealthy nobility men. She didn't know much about Edwina or her older sister, just that they had caused a ripple of interest within the ton. She had not mentioned them in Whistledown because for the most part, the only interesting piece of gossip surrounding them was that they were in fact in London. It didn't seem much of anything to report. "I do not know. The Sharmas have been woefully scandal free this season, there hasn't been much of interest to write about them, so I don't know either sister very well. All I've heard is that Edwina is everything a diamond should be, while her sister is rather prickly."

Anthony studied the look on her face. "You want to help her."

Penelope shrugged. "Maybe. I'm just not sure how to yet. I think I'll try and speak with her at the ball. Being able to see her facial expressions will tell me much of what I need to know."

He smiled at his wife, her thrill at figuring out a new mystery, a new secret. "I'll see what I can figure out by Bagwell. There has to be more to this."

She squealed happily, throwing her arms around his neck. "It's like at the start all over again. You helping me with the content for Whistledown."

"Partners in crime, remember?" He kissed her quickly then took her hand once more. "Come on, we're almost at Hastings House."

Anthony and Penelope arrived at the Hastings stables undetected. They hid behind a few stacks of hay, watching as the stable hands completed night check before leaving the evening. Once the staffers had gone, Penelope hurried over to Dalia who immediately headed toward the door of her stall and snuffled at her lady's hair. "Hey there girl. Oh, I missed you." Penelope pressed a kiss to her mare's nose and rubbed at her ears.

Anthony too hastened to his own horse, grinning as Spartan trotted to the gate of his stall when he saw his rider. "There's my boy." He ran his hand along the horse's neck and gave him a few pats. "You want to go for a ride?" Spartan neighed and nudged into his stall gate.

With a grin at Penelope, he got both horses tacked up, insisting Penelope just let him do it. She rolled her eyes but had to admit he was far faster at it than she was. Mainly her stable hand would have Dalia ready for her before she came to the stable, but she had asked him to teach her what to do so she would have the knowledge should she ever need it.

Once finished, Anthony gave his wife a leg up, helping hoist her up into Dalia's saddle. He then swung himself up on Spartan, and the two exited out the backside of the stables. They kept their pace slow, minimizing the sound of Spartan and Dalia's hooves on the cobbled street. Once they had surpassed the buildings, Anthony steered Spartan off into the brush, Penelope and Dalia following. In a few minutes, the brush opened up into the vast fields that would lead them to the meadow. The redhead gave her husband a quizzical look. "How did you know about that route?"

Anthony grinned. "Do you remember that first time at the meadow when we were leaving, and I said I new a different way to take Spartan that would lead me to my apartment?"

Realization dawned on her. "That was the way."

"Yes it was."

Penelope gave him a bright smile. "You just know all the backways around this town don't you?"

He smirked at her and gave her a wink. "Maybe a little."

She shook her head, a laugh bubbling out of her. "God, you are such trouble Anthony Bridgerton."

Her husband brought Spartan right up next to Dalia so he could lean in and whisper in her ear, "I'm your trouble Penelope Bridgerton." She shivered as his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "And you love that."

She shifted in the saddle, a heat pulsing between her legs. Anthony leaned back with a chuckle, highly pleased with himself. The couple made the rest the way to the meadow at a leisurely pace. They had specifically chosen to do their ride in the evening as the setting sun and nightfall would be easier to sneak around in. A lovely full moon was starting to overtake the darkening sky as the sun descended below the horizon. By the time they reached the meadow, it was illuminated in the silver glow of the moon and the sky was littered in stars.

Anthony and Penelope tied off Spartan and Dalia by the pond. It was the clear the horses had bonded same as their owners had. They watched as Spartan rubbed his nose against Dalia's. Penelope lightly smacked her husband. "Is your horse trying to make a move on my mare?"

Dalia rubbed her cheek against Spartan's and whinnied softly, causing Anthony to laugh. "I think your mare might be the instigator in this one." Penelope had to tip her head in agreement as she pulled off her riding cloak and gloves, setting them on a nearby rock.

Penelope looked up at the stars through the opening of the canopy. In the meadow it was clear of tress in the middle, leaving an unobstructed view of the night sky. "It is so beautiful here. There's too much going on in town to be able to see the stars this well."

Anthony came up behind her, wrapping her up in his arms. "Are you happy we came back?"

His wife nodded as she leaned back against him resting her head at his shoulder. "Very much. This place deserved to be visited while on our honeymoon." She turned in his hold, sliding her hands up his chest before bringing her arms around his neck. "Did you know that each time we've come here, we have been in a new stage of our relationship?"

The viscount shot her a cute little smile. "Oh really?"

She smiled back at him. "The first time we were here, we were partners in crime, you having just learned I was Lady Whistledown. The second time, we became best friends." Anthony nodded as he remembered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "On our third visit, we had just started courting. And now here we are as husband and wife."

He agreed that she had a good point. "I do suppose this meadow has been our special place we went each time we got a closer." He looked down at her. "I should've proposed to you here."

Penelope gave him a sweet smile. "I like the way you proposed. I have zero complaints about it." She pulled herself closer, pressing her soft curves along the hard lines of his body. "However, I do think our meadow deserves to have some kind of memory made here."

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She pulled him down to her and kissed him fiercely. He groaned at her assertiveness, gripping her hips and pressing them to his rapidly hardening erection. Penelope let him grind against her for a few moments before dancing out of his hold. "I have a surprise for you."

Anthony cocked his head in interest. "Do you?"

Penelope bit her lip, still a little nervous, reaching behind her to undo the laces of her dress. She had selected this one purposefully because she could undo it herself. She had forgone a corset under this dress, instead sliding into a piece of lingerie Anthony had not yet seen instead. Once having slipped her arms from the sleeves, Penelope pushed the dress down over her hips to drop at her feet.

Anthony made a choked sound as he took in the sight of her. Bathed in moonlight, she was barely clothed in scraps of midnight blue silk. Her breasts were half covered in demi bra cups made from the silk with two whisper thin straps over her shoulders. The rest of her body was bare, save for a wide strip of silk the length of her torso and down to the apex of her thighs that just barely covered her center. A tied bow between her breasts was all that was holding the whole outfit together.

Penelope giggled a little, slowly walking back toward her husband. "I believe you requested something you could remove with your teeth. And in midnight blue."

Her husband dropped his lips to her neck, sweeping his hands along her bare form. He snapped the tiny strip of fabric nestled between the cheeks of her bum prompting her to jerk against him. Anthony moved his lips to hers, grinning into the kiss. "I get to unwrap you."

She retuned his smile, her desire for her husband at an all-time high. "Surprise, love."

Anthony tossed her a heat induing grin. "Feel free to surprise me as much as you like." He circled around her, ghosting his fingertips along the dips of her curves and just under her breasts. "You are perfection." He came to a stop in front of her, dropping to his knees. Anthony locked eyes with hers as he leaned forward to grab one of the ties of the bow between his teeth. He pulled, leaning back a little, the tie of the bow loosening from her body. He then nuzzled his face in the valley between her breasts while biting down on one side of the tie again, yanking it free, effectively undoing the bow leaving the front of her outfit to gape open and the strip of fabric covering her center to fall.

He moved forward, burying his face between her thighs. Penelope gasped sharply, one hand flying to his hair and the other his shoulder. She didn't have anything to lean against or grip onto, except him, as he did deliciously dirty things to her with his tongue. She looked down at him on his knees before her, he meeting her gaze. She could see the smirk in his eyes. He winked at her from his position before grazing his teeth along her pearl. Penelope cried out, her head falling back while her hair flowed down her back, the tips of it brushing her backside.

Anthony reached around her, grasping the ends of her hair and tugged lightly, tipping her head further back and causing her back to arch. With his other hand, he slipped a finger inside her heat as he continued his assault with his mouth. Penelope moaned loudly at the multitude of sensations rushing through her. "Anthony." She choked out his name as increased the tempo of his finger and sucked her pearl into his mouth. Her pleasure rushed through her, unable to keep quiet as it traveled up her spine before finally reaching its peak. Penelope felt her legs give out, but Anthony released her hair to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her upright. She cried out Anthony's name as her walls clenched around his finger, Anthony humming against her center as he rode out her orgasm, the vibrations drawing it out another few delicious seconds.

As the fire in her tampered back down to a smoldering ember, Anthony removed her slip of an outfit entirely, exposing her fully to his eyes. "I will never tire of seeing you this way." Her fair skin was flushed pink, her hair a wild, fiery mane, and her blue eyes darkened with desire. She was unapologetically wanton. He kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue between her lips, the taste of her still on its tip.

She yanked at his jacket, roughly pulling it from his body. To her delight he had forgone a vest for tonight, one less barrier. Her husband plundered her mouth, his hands cupping her bum and kneading. Penelope grasped a side of his shirt in either hand and ripped it open, buttons popping off, littering the ground.

Anthony broke the kiss with a laugh. He looked down at his ruined shirt, before quirking an eyebrow at her. "This was new."

His wife shrugged. "You can buy another one."

The viscount pulled the tattered shirt from his body, tossing it to the ground. "I'll take care of the rest. We need no further casualties." While he stripped off the rest of his clothes, he watched with grin as his naked wife headed over to her saddlebag, removing two large blankets. "Came prepared did you?"

Penelope laughed as she dropped one of the blankets to the ground while flicking open the other one, settling it amongst the field of wildflowers. "Why of course, dear husband." She was fussing with the blanket, making sure it was fully spread out when Anthony came up behind her, pressing his body to hers. He sucked at her pulse point while his hands came around her to palm her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers pulling a low moan from the redhead. "Anthony, I need you." She rubbed her thighs together, the heat between her legs raging.

He thought about teasing her further, but he was painfully hard, and his body tightly wound. Anthony scooped Penelope up in his arms, taking them to the ground and settling her on the blanket. He kissed her hungrily, rubbing circles on her hips with his thumbs. "Turn over."

He guided her change of position. He had taken her from behind before, but not overly often. He enjoyed seeing her face wracked with pleasure or taking her nipples into his mouth, giving her a dual sensation as he moved within her.

He caressed along her back, smacking her butt cheek lightly pulling a gasp from his wife. "Anthony, please."

"As you wish, my lady." He took his length in his hand, lining it up at her entrance before burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.

Penelope cried out, her hands fisting the blanket. It was a supremely different angle he hit from behind, almost instantly finding her sweet spot. Anthony grasped her hips in his hands, pulling her backward to meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of his sweet wife crying out in pleasure was music to his ears. Anthony had come to find he was a generous lover when it came to her. Before, he enjoyed the give and take, but with Penelope he never wanted to stop worshipping her. In time, he might broach the subject of her taking control, turn him into a mess at her hands, but for now he wanted his wife to simply feel immeasurable amounts of pleasure because of him.

Anthony drove into her, this position always awakening his more carnal side. He slipped an around her middle pulling her up, her back to his chest. Penelope gasped at the new angle, reaching a hand behind her to place at the back of his neck. With his free hand, Anthony rubbed at her clit and tilted her head back to slant his lips across hers. It was a sensory overload for Penelope, moaning into his kiss as her husband engulfed her in his inferno. It didn't take much more before another orgasm rocked through her. She tore her lips from his, a small scream spilling from her.

Anthony pulled out of her, chuckling at her whine of protest. He flipped her back around, laying her down on her back. He placed her legs over his shoulder before sliding into her once more. Anthony planted a hand on either side of her head, bearing his weight so he could penetrate her deeper. Penelope gripped fistfuls of the blanket as he pounded into her. Her last orgasm hadn't fully faded before he had entered her again, the wave of pleasure already rising again.

Anthony groaned, pressing his forehead to hers hissing in pleasure. Her heat gripped him as he moved, pulling him closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, Pen. You're so tight."

Words were lost for her, all except his name. "Anthony, oh!" She tipped her chin up to capture his lips with hers, her hands coming to rest on either side of his neck.

He bore down on her further, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear, "Cum for me, Pen."

Penelope fell apart at his words, he had learned saying this phrase to her when she was on the brink always tipped her over the precipice. Her walls milked him further, pulling him into the abyss with her. He groaned out her name as his orgasm rocked through him.

He slipped her shaky legs from his shoulders, settling himself into the cradle of her thighs. Anthony gave her a bright grin, Penelope laughing lightly at him. "Mighty pleased yourself are you?"

Anthony laughed before kissing her softly. "Very much so." He wrapped his arms around her waist, turning them so he was on his back and her upon his chest. He gently drew his hands along her arms, her back. The light from moon bathed her in a silvery glow, she looked positively radiant. Anthony reached for the other blanket she had brought, draping it over them.

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Penelope drew her fingers along his jaw, down his neck. Even when their lovemaking was heated, as it just had been, they always shared a sweet moment afterward. "Sometimes I wonder how things would gone if I had fallen in love with you first. Would you have noticed me?"

Anthony tucked her hair behind her ear. "I would've remained a gentleman until you turned of age. But Pen, I have always noticed you. I just knew you loved Colin."

She gave him a cheeky grin. "I haven't told you this, only Eloise knows, but I originally had a crush on you first." He titled his head in surprise. "I was four and ten, before I fell for Colin. There you were this, incredibly attractive young man, all grown up and distinguished. Of course, I knew you were older than me, and at my age it was unrealistic, but I couldn't help it. You were enchanting to me." She played with the strands of his hair as she spoke, lost in her memories. "One day I was over at your house to visit Eloise. We were all in the drawing room and I said something about how Eloise would send the boys running for their mamas once we were presented to society. You laughed, prompting my attention to shift to you and you gave me this smile. A smile that just did me in."

Anthony shifted her next to him on the blanket, sitting up a little and turning on his side as well to look at her properly. "I remember that day. When I met your gaze, I couldn't help but smile."

Penelope bit her lip. "Maybe that was when this all started, and we didn't even know it. I wasn't old enough yet, but maybe that was our first sign that one day…one day we might find each other."

Anthony leaned over to kiss her sweetly. "Maybe it was."

Anthony and Penelope opened the door to Bridgerton house two days later, successfully having avoided detection from the family. After their rendezvous in the meadow, the newlyweds stayed snuggled up in Anthony's apartment. He had sent away the staff, saying they would manage on their own. The cook came by at mealtimes to whip up something for the lord and lady, but she would enter and exit through the back door so as not disturb the couple.

Before either could call out a greeting, Hyacinth came bounding down the stairs. "Anthony, Pen! You're home!" She rushed over to her brother, Anthony picking her up in his arms and spinning around.

"Hello Hy." He pressed a kiss to her cheek before setting her back on her feet.

The young girl ran over to Penelope, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad you're back." She called over her shoulder, "Everyone they're home!" The Bridgerton family appeared from various locations, all coming to greet the newlyweds.

Eloise caught Penelope in a tight hug. "We're actually sisters now Pen!"

The redhead laughed as her friend squeezed her again. "I know El, but I need to breathe." The brunette pulled back with an apologetic smile.

"Excuse me El, you're in the way." Benedict bumped his sister to the side, wrapping his arms around Penelope lifting her from the ground momentarily. "Our new sister is finally home. And perhaps with a niece of nephew in tow?"

She blushed as he set her back on her feet, Anthony coming up beside her to kiss her hair. "Ben, do you ever think before you speak?"

The artist grinned at his brother. "I'm just saying I gave you instructions as you departed. I want to know if you were successful."

Colin reached over to smack his older brother upside the head. "Benedict, we do not want to hear about their sex life. This is the same as when Daphne announced she was pregnant. We're not going to think on how that happened." He turned to the husband and wife. "Welcome home." He pressed a kiss to Penelope's cheek and clapped his brother on the shoulder.

Violet weaved through her many children crowding the couple, shooing them away. "There are my babies." She hugged Anthony to her and kissed his cheek before wrapping Penelope up in her arms. As she pulled back she held her new daughter's face with her fingertips studying her. "Sweetheart, I must say you are aglow." The matriarch flicked her eyes briefly down to the redhead's stomach. "Marriage suits you. And perhaps so does something else."

Benedict and Colin caught on to what their mother was implying, taking in their new sister once more. Ben tipped his head in agreement. "She is right Pen, you look absolutely radiant."

Colin nodded. "You do, Pen." The four youngest siblings looked confused as to what they were talking about.

Penelope blushed, leaning into her husband's side further. "Oh…thank you." She shared a look with Anthony. He too seemed to be seeing something in her, but she brushed it off looking back to her family. "It is wonderful to see you all, we've missed you."

Anthony hmmed noncommittal. "Eh, debatable." Penelope smacked her hand lightly against his chest, prompting the family to laugh. "Alright mother, we are here as requested."

Violet smiled at her son. "I thank you for tearing yourself away. We were all just about to start getting ready for the ball. Daphne and Simon will be along later, we are all going to ride together as this is your first ball as husband and wife." She looked to Penelope. "Rielle arrived earlier this morning." When Anthony and Penelope had departed Aubrey Hall early, Penelope told Rielle to stay and enjoy some free time for a few days. She instructed her lady's maid to head for Bridgerton House early on the day of the queen's closing ball. "She is waiting for you up in the room you stayed in before." At Anthony's frown she said, "It is only while getting her ready, dearest. When we return she will stay with you in your room."

Violet turned and ushered her other children to head up to their rooms to get ready for the ball. After each one had headed up the stairs she looked back to Anthony and Penelope. "I wanted to let you two know I have found a wonderful townhome for the children and I. Colin and Benedict have also found a two bedroom apartment they will be residing in for now. Colin will still be traveling so he is not ready to procure bachelor lodgings just yet. Now the townhome will not be ready until a week after the season has concluded so if you will permit us to stay until then it would be most appreciated."

The married pair shared a look. Anthony turned back to Violet. "Mother, Pen and I want you and the family to stay here."

"That is very sweet dears, but you need privacy as a married couple. And hopefully soon," she cast her eyes to Penelope, "you will be starting your family. This is your house Anthony, when your father passed it become yours."

"Mother, I may be the viscount and yes all of father's assets passed to me, but Pen and I do not want to put the family out."

Penelope jumped in. "Yes Mama, please stay. Anthony and I want you to. It is Anthony's house, but this is your and the family's home."

Her husband nodded in agreement. "If you have a found townhome, let us move into it. It is just the two of for now." He shot a look at his wife. "We do not need Bridgerton House yet. You and the family should stay here. Ben and Colin don't have to leave."

Violet looked at the two of them, feeling tears come to her eyes. "Anthony, Penelope that is beyond gracious. Anthony this is your birthright, you two are wed. The family understands."

Penelope moved to her new mother and took her hands. "Please Mama, stay. I know the family understands, but you do not need to. We will take the townhome. It will serve us well for a little while. This will give you and I time," she gave the older woman a grin, "to get these crazy kids of yours married."

Violet laughed at her daughter's words, hugging her again and stroking her hair affectionately. She pulled back and reached a hand out to Anthony. He took it and let her pull him into another hug as well. "Thank you my darlings, I love you both so much." She dabbed at her eyes before shooting them a smile. "Alright, I'll show you two the townhome tomorrow." She gave them quick nod then proceeded to her room to get ready for the ball as well.

Anthony gave his wife a surprised smile. "We convinced her. You and I are a good team."

Penelope smiled prettily at him. "The best."

Daphne and Simon arrived a few minutes before the family left for the ball. Penelope hurried over as fast as her gown would allow to hug them both.

Penelope was dressed in a full blown Bridgerton blue ballgown. Shimmering dimensional floral and sequin appliques adorned the bodice as iconic apple blossoms were scattered across at the waistline, trailing down the gown to pool along the hem. Rielle had relaxed Penelope's curls into a gentle waves, pulling the red tresses into a classic French twist. She left a few curls loose on either side of her face and wove in diamond hair pins for elegance.

Simon picked her up and spun her around kissing both her cheeks before setting her back on her feet. She gently hugged Daphne as her bulging belly was prominent. Penelope gave her friend a concerned look. "Should you be on your feet? You look as though you could give birth any moment."

The duchess gave her a smile. "I do hope so, I am ready to get this baby out of me. But yes I am just fine, it is the last ball of the season but more so your first one as Lady Bridgerton. I would not miss it."

Violet clapped her hands together. "Alright children, let us get going we do not wish to be late." The family headed out the door, Anthony and Simon assisting Violet, Eloise, and Francesca in. They both helped Daphne into the carriage, each lifting her on either side so she wouldn't have to put in much effort to pull herself in. Once she was settled, Anthony shot a smirk at his wife. He picked her up into his arms bridal style, Penelope giving a small shriek of surprise, and half rose into the carriage to place her on the seat next to Daphne.

She giggled as he set her down, her laughter muffled by his lips taking hers in a kiss. "Just so you know, I am going to do that again when we arrive at the palace."

Penelope shook her head. "No, you won't." She was already imagining the stares they would get.

He gave her an exaggerated wink. "Try and stop me." He stepped back to the ground and shut the carriage door before jumping into the other one with his brothers.

Daphne laughed after her brother's departure. "He is so in love with you."

Notes:

Quick side note: No one worry about the Edwina thing. Kate will not be storming in and ruining our favorite couple's happiness. I adore Edwina and Penelope's interactions/friendship in the show and for anyone who doesn't know *SPOILER FOR BOOKS (so if you plan to read them stop reading this note now) * Edwina actually ends up marrying Mr. Bagwell in the books. I feel this is something Penelope would want to learn more about and see if she could help.

Chapter 26: Moments

Summary:

It is time for the queen's closing ball.

Notes:

Hello everyone! I succeeded in getting a chapter out sooner so yay for that. This chapter is a little less fluffy, it had kind of helps tie up a few side story points. Enjoy!

Chapter Text

The palace was in full swing by the time the Bridgertons arrived at the ball. Anthony hopped out of the men's carriage, his brothers and Simon following his lead. He headed for the ladies' carriage, opening the door to grin at his wife. He half rose into the carriage, giving her a smirk. "Have you come up with a way to stop me?"

Penelope gave her husband a hard stare. "Anthony, don't you dare."

"I'll take that as a no." With that, Anthony snagged her around the waist pulling her to him and sweeping her up into his arms. The family laughed at his antics, his happiness infectious. Penelope hooked one arm around his neck while her other hand fisted his jacket. He stepped down from the carriage, smiling brightly at her. "Now the question is, do I carry you all the way in?"

Members of the ton were unashamedly staring at the newlyweds. Penelope felt herself flush from the copious amount of attention. "Anthony, put me down. People are staring."

The viscount merely chuckled. "Good. And yes, I think I will carry you in." He gave her a wink before he leaned forward to capture her lips with his. The whispers buzzed through the air at the display of affection. Despite her embarrassment, when his lips touched hers Penelope pulled him closer and instantly kissed him back.

Eloise's voice rang out. "Alright we get it you're in love. Brother, put her down so we can go inside."

Anthony and Penelope smiled into the kiss, breaking away a few moments later. The redhead slid the hand on his chest upward to cinch both arms around his neck. "You can put me down now."

He shook his head. "No, I really can't." His wife gave him a look. "Fine." He begrudgingly set her on her feet, offering his arm to her. They led the family toward the door to the palace. Penelope would've walked with Anthony regardless, but their procession into the palace had meaning. She and Anthony were in front as Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton. Violet and Ben followed behind as Violet was the former Lady Bridgerton and Benedict the second son. Behind them were Simon and Daphne, then Colin with Eloise and Francesca.

Penelope spied Cressida Cowper off to the side as she and Anthony passed by. The blonde looked supremely unhappy, the gentleman at her side seemingly not to her taste but most likely the best her mother could do now. The redhead tossed her bully a little grin, it effectively furthering the frown on the other girl's face. She tried not to find pleasure in that.

Once the family was inside and the ton having had their fill of staring at them all, Violet tipped her head in the direction of the queen presiding over her ball. "As a newly married couple, and the new viscountess, you two should go present yourselves the queen."

The newlyweds shared a look. Edwina was standing near the queen with a young man they could only assume was the prince at her side. Two other women, her mother and sister, were stationed behind her. Penelope gave her mother in law a smile. "Of course, Mama. We'll return shortly."

Anthony steered them around and began walking toward the royal entourage. The viscount leaned in closer to his wife. "Mr. Bagwell is here." He nodded to their left, prompting Penelope to search the area. She located the scholar standing near a wall, his face a dark mask.

"He looks in a right temper."

"Yes well that is to be expected." He kept their pace slow so they could continue their conversation. "I did a little digging and apparently Mr. Bagwell and Miss Sharma struck up a rather fine friendship, much to the dismay of her sister. They share many interests and Bagwell is highly intellectual, he a is scholar after all, something the young Miss Sharma finds rather endearing."

Penelope smiled prettily at him, bringing him to a stop. "Friendship evolving into love. Now why does that sound so familiar?"

Anthony laughed lowly, tipping her chin up to press his lips to her softly. "I do love being allowed to kiss you whenever I please."

She rose up on her toes to press her lips to his, her kiss as gentle as his had been. "I'm sure your mother wishes we would refrain."

"Too bad." He kissed her again, this time a little more forcibly.

Penelope enjoyed this for a few moments longer before pulling away. "Alright focus. Bagwell."

Anthony cleared his throat, reining in his desire to pull his wife into a nice empty room and see how hard he could make it for her to be quiet. "Right. Apparently he and Miss Sharma have been seeing one another behind her sister's back. At least until the queen got involved."

"Hence the conversation we overheard."

He nodded. "This isn't just a little crush. He requested to court her, but her sister rejected his suit. Apparently he was told Miss Sharma was above his station."

His wife's eyes widened. "Her sister said that?"

"I'm sure she didn't mean for it to sound as bad as it did. Nonetheless, it was said." They both looked at Mr. Bagwell, his eyes stormy, then to Edwina who kept sneaking glances his way. Her heartbreak was etched upon her face clear as day. "He wants more for her than to be shipped off to Prussia, surrounded by strangers in a foreign place."

Penelope watched as the scholar shifted his position on the wall, his body a mess of overly taut strings. "He looks about ready to combust."

"From what I discovered, I believe he is here to do just that."

The new Lady Bridgerton shot her husband a surprised look. "He wouldn't openly defy the queen."

Anthony shrugged. "Love can make us do crazy things."

Penelope bit her lip in thought as she once again looped her arm through Anthony's, the pair resuming their walk to the queen and her entourage. "Every love story deserves to be told. Her sister is the only one who can convince Edwina it is alright to follow her heart."

"And what it is you intend to do, Lady Bridgerton?"

The redhead flashed him a smile. "I'm going to educate the older Miss Sharma."

Anthony chuckled at her daring. "On love?"

"On doing right by her sister." The couple reached where the queen sat, bowing and curtsying respectively.

Anthony plastered on his most charming smile. "Good evening Your Majesty," he nodded at the prince, "Your Highness. May I present to you my viscountess, Lady Penelope Bridgerton."

The queen's eyes lit up in recognition after a moment. "Oh yes, I remember your presentation alongside your sisters. It seems you scored quite a match."

Penelope put on her societal smile. "I did indeed, Your Majesty."

"I must say," Both husband and wife turned at the sound of a soft voice. Edwina was smiling prettily in their direction. "I was most enchanted by your story. I, along with the ton, watched your relationship blossom. It was beyond beautiful to witness."

The redhead gave the other girl a nod of thanks. "You are very kind, Miss Sharma. I do hope you find the greatest happiness with His Highness."

She watched Edwina's smile falter, just as she expected. "Yes, of course. I thank you for your well wishes." Her voice had resigned tone to it, Penelope noticed how the older Sharma sister visibly flinched at the sound of it.

So as not to hold up other partygoers coming to extend a greeting to their monarch, Anthony and Penelope shuffled off to the side to continue their conversation with Edwina. Lady Bridgerton shot the prince a beautiful smile. "Your Highness, I hear you are a superb dancer."

Prince Fredrich returned her smile with one of his one. "You flatter me, my lady."

Penelope's eyes twinkled with determination. "You should honor your bride with a dance. I am sure the ton would like to see the season's most popular couple taking to the floor."

The prince laughed. "I do believe it you and Lord Bridgerton that covet the title for couple of the season. However, you are right." He extended a hand to Edwina. "May I have the honor of a dance?"

Edwina smiled politely, taking the offered hand and following him to the floor. Penelope then turned to her husband. "My love, would you mind getting me a refreshment?"

Anthony knew she was about to speak with Edwina's sister, giving him an exit to take. She wanted to do this on her own. "Of course, sweetheart." He kissed her lips chastely, then nodded to the older Miss Sharma before departing.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Edwina's sister spoke. "Congratulations on your recent nuptials, Lady Bridgerton. You make a fine pair, my lady."

"Please call me Penelope."

The older woman gave her a small nod. "Then in return I ask that you call me Kate."

"Of course, Kate." The two women exchanged a smile. "Your sister makes a wonderful diamond. She is the embodiment of one."

Kate sighed lightly. "Edwina is the sweetest person. She deserves the best in life. I am most grateful to Her Majesty for bestowing the honor upon my sister."

Penelope took in a breath, hoping Kate would be receptive to her words. "Forgive me for my bluntness, but Kate your sister is not happy."

"Pardon me?"

The redhead tipped her head toward the dance floor. "Does she look happy?"

Kate found her sister and the prince on the floor. Edwina would smile politely when the prince looked at her, but it fell away once his gaze was elsewhere. She looked truly miserable. "The prince is a good man, honorable. He will be able to give her the life she deserves."

Penelope reached out to place her hand on Kate's arm. "Her life will be lonely. She deserves a life filled with love. I know you want that for her."

"Of course, I do, but…" She trailed off, determined to keep the secret between the family. It was bad enough Edwina had found out.

"The inheritance?"

Kate's head whipped around to stare at Penelope. "How do you know about that?"

The viscountess gave a light sigh. "It is the ton, secrets do not last long here."

Kate's expression tightened, glancing once more to her sister. "The Sheffields will only grant her the inheritance if she marries nobility, royalty is even better. With her inheritance she can provide for mother and herself. She will be reliant upon no one, I need nothing I can care for myself. After I see her wed, I will return home to be a governess."

"Do you really want to send her off to Prussia alone, surrounded by strangers without family or friends at her side?" Kate didn't answer, but her expression showed her reluctance to do so. "Kate, your sister in love, but not with the prince."

Kate smiled sadly. "I know she is. I know she loves Edward Bagwell, and that he loves her." She turned to look at Penelope. "But Penelope, her grandparents will not accept him. They are the worst kind of people. If I allow her to marry him, she will get nothing."

"She doesn't want anything from them. Mr. Bagwell is also a good and honorable man. He will fill her life with love and books and traveling the world. She can remain here in London, you and your mother as well. We do not get to choose who we fall in love with."

Kate chewed at her lip, looking between her sister and Bagwell. She could see the longing on each of their faces. "I'm trying to do right by her."

Penelope gave Kate's hand a squeeze. "I know you are. I know you love your sister more than anything. But to truly do right by her, you must let her choose her own path."

It was a quiet for a few minutes as the older Sharma sister thought it all over. "How am I supposed to tell Her Majesty? The queen will not react well to a broken engagement."

Penelope's lips twisted up into a smirk. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure by know you've heard of Lady Whistledown?"

"She is impossible to not know."

The redhead laughed, nodding in agreement. She wouldn't deny her own popularity, "I can guarantee you she is somewhere nearby, taking in everything happening tonight. She also has a knack for telling people things they do not wish to hear. Especially the queen."

Penelope found Anthony with his siblings at the edge of the dance floor. Currently they were laughing at Colin's predicament of getting cornered by an ambitious mama, practically forcing him to dance with her daughter. She wrapped her hands around his arm, prompting him to turn his attention to her. "Hello love." He kissed her sweetly before handing her a glass of lemonade. "Did you speak with the sister?"

"I did. Kate is a wonderful person, and she loves her sister." She nodded toward the floor. "Just look." Anthony followed her gaze, seeing Kate and Edwina speaking softly to one another on the edge of the dance floor. Edwina then suddenly beamed, hugging her sister tightly.

The viscount grinned down at his wife. "You convinced her."

She shrugged. "It wasn't hard, she does not wish for her sister to be unhappy."

"How are they going to break the news of calling off the engagement to the queen?"

Penelope reached up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "I told her Lady Whistledown would take care of it."

Anthony turned his face to hers, their lips only inches apart. "You do love antagonizing the queen don't you?"

His wife grinned. "She makes it far too easy." She closed the short distance between them, pressing a kiss to his smiling lips. God, she would never tire of kissing him. At the sound of a throat clearing, she pulled away but not before pecking his lips one more time. Anthony wrapped his arm around her waist as she looked to Eloise and Francesca. "Have any gentlemen been by?"

Benedict laughed heartily. "Oh yes, and Eloise scared them all off, poor lads. They just hoped for a dance, but left with their self-esteem called into question."

Penelope looked incredulously at her best friend "El!"

The brunette smiled, quite pleased with herself. "It is not my fault they are weak."

Lady Bridgerton shook her head but decided just to let that one go, she wouldn't win that fight. Eloise would make her job hard, but she could always call Violet in for backup. "How about for you Fran?"

The younger girl gave her a bright grin. "Lord Brambly wished to dance again."

Penelope perked up. "Oh yes, the sweet boy from the Hastings ball." She turned to glare lightly at her husband. "The one your brother nearly scared half to death."

Anthony shrugged as he took a sip of his drink. "Comes with the territory."

She just rolled her eyes before looking back to her sister in law. "That is wonderful Fran. It is the last ball of the season, but he can always call on you before we head to the country. I'm sure we can also arrange a visit or two during the offseason. It is not required for a season to be ongoing for a courtship to take place. I will reach out to his mother, Lord Brambly is still young, I'm sure his mother will want to be involved as his father is no longer with us."

She didn't notice how all the Bridgerton siblings were looking at her in awe. Her response was exactly the kind of one Violet would have proposed at the news. Francesca crossed over to hug Penelope. "Thank you Pen, you're the best."

Anthony leaned down to kiss his wife fiercely. Seeing her take to being the viscountess so naturally stirred something within him. The beginnings of a waltz began to play, capturing his attention. Anthony broke the kiss, smirking at the way Penelope's eyes fluttered open slowly. He offered her his hand. "May I have this dance, Lady Bridgerton?"

She too noticed what dance was about to start. "Of course, my lord." They headed out to the dance floor, the other dancers making way for them. Penelope shook her head a little, she would've thought the ton had seen them dance enough to not still be so entranced by it. "They're all looking at us."

Anthony smiled as he pulled her close, settling a hand on her waist while taking her hand with his other. "Believe me, they are all looking at you." He pressed a kiss to her temple as he began to lead her through the 4 step waltz, twirling her around the floor. He spun her three times then dipped her, pulling a giggle from her. "You did well with Francesca and her potential suitor. My mother would have devised the same plan you did."

His wife blushed prettily at his praise. "It seemed like the most logical steps to take. I'll admit though, I do wonder how Lady Brambly will take to me being the one reaching out to her rather than your mother. I am a rather young viscountess."

Anthony squeezed her waist lightly. "I was a rather young viscount. It takes a little time, but people tend to start noticing less and less as the days pass."

She lifted her hand from his shoulder to run her fingers through his hair. "I don't know if I ever told you, but I always admired how you took up your father's mantle. You did so without complaint, and you did a wonderful job of caring for the family. It couldn't have been easy."

He took in a breath, tugging her impossibly closer. "It wasn't. Trying to finish my education all while learning what it meant to be viscount, caring for my siblings, and ensuring we didn't lose our mother to her grief…having to push away my own. That was probably the hardest few years of my life." He brushed his thumb along her cheek. "But I do anything for my family, anything for you."

He turned them a few times, the skirt of her dress billowing out around them. "I know you would. That's what is going to make you an amazing father."

Her words brought him back to that morning, when his mother mentioned the glow she had. "Pen-"

He was cut off by a shout of pain and surprise. They both turned to see Daphne holding her stomach with Simon at her side. They immediately rushed off the floor, hurrying over to the expectant parents. "Daphne?"

The duchess gritted through a grimace to try and smile at her new sister. "The baby is coming."

Penelope let out a noise of joy. "Oh, my Lord. Anthony, call their carriage we need to get her home." The viscount jogged away to do as his wife asked, while she took up one side of Daphne and Simon took the other. It didn't take long before the whole Bridgerton clan was clustered around the soon to be mother. The group made it outside where the Hastings carriage was already waiting. When they reached the door, Anthony took over for Penelope, helping Simon lift his sister into the carriage while Violet had rushed around the other side and pulled herself in. She helped her sons get Daphne situated on the seat.

Anthony was about to close the door when Daphne called out, "Anthony, wait!" She took a deep breath then met Penelope's gaze. "Pen, come with me. Simon and I want you to be the godmother."

The redhead was stunned, looking from Daphne to Simon. He nodded, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We couldn't imagine anyone better, babydoll."

Penelope breathed out a small laugh of surprise. "Oh wow." She reached up to hug Simon, then hurriedly let Anthony help her into the carriage with his mother and sister. She blew Anthony a kiss as he closed the door and the carriage hurried off to Hastings House.

Simon was stumbling his way to the other carriage, this time a Bridgerton one. "I'm going to be a father." Anthony clapped his friend on the shoulder, the duke turning at the contact, his eyes wild. "Ant, what if I'm not meant to be a father? I didn't exactly have the best role model growing up."

The viscount shoved his friend into the carriage with a reassuring smile. "Simon, you are not your father. You are a far better man that he ever was."

His best friend nodded rapidly, taking in deep breaths. "Right, thanks for that. Well come on let's go." Anthony quirked an eyebrow at him. "You didn't honestly think you weren't going to be named godfather did you?"

Anthony swung up into the carriage, it setting off for the duke's home as well. "Just because Pen is godmother doesn't automatically make me godfather."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Ant, you're my best friend. You were always going to be godfather to my firstborn."

Penelope held Daphne's hand as she pushed, the midwife saying the baby was starting to crown. Violet was on her other side, telling her daughter how great she was doing. The redhead had to admit, giving birth had always seemed a bit of a scary thing to her. Not to mention she was seeing firsthand how much it hurt.

Daphne let out a pained scream as she pushed again, leaning back against the pillows. "Just one more big push, Your Grace." The duchess looked like that was the last thing she wanted to do, but nonetheless she took in a deep breath and pushed, a small shout ripping from her. The sound of a baby crying filled the room, bringing a smile to everyone's face. "It is a boy, Your Grace."

Daphne choked out a small sob, blinking back tears. Violet brushed her daughter's hair from her face. "You did so well, my darling." She kissed Daphne's hand and shared a smile with Penelope. "Rest for a minute, they'll bring him to you soon."

After the midwife got him cleaned up, she handed the baby to Daphne who pressed him to her chest. Penelope wiped away her tears, it really was such a beautiful thing. Daphne kissed her son's head, then looked to her friend. "This will be you soon."

Penelope felt her heart flutter at the thought. She loved Anthony more than anything, she wanted to give him a son he could name after his father. "Maybe so."

The midwife came over with a gentle smile. "Would you like me to take the baby to His Grace?

Daphne shook her head as she retucked the blanket around her son. "His godmother can take him." The duchess reached over to settle her child into Penelope's arms.

She looked down at the baby, smiling softly at the way his big brown eyes gazed up at her. She ran the back of her finger along his cheek gently, he letting out a small yawn afterward. Penelope held the baby close as she stood, Violet rising as well to go with her. "I'll send Simon right back in with him." Daphne nodded while her lady's maid helped her sit up fully and cleanse her face a little while the midwife ensured she was in good shape after giving birth.

Violet opened the door for Penelope, the two women heading out into hallway where Simon, Anthony, the rest of the Bridgertons, and Lady Danbury were gathered. Simon lifted his head up at the sound of the door, his breath catching when he saw the bundle in Penelope's arms. Anthony felt the smile that lit up his face at the sight of his wife. Seeing her with a baby in her arms only made him want her more. He wasn't sure if perhaps he had already gotten her with child. That glow his mother mentioned, it made him wonder.

She gave him dazzling smile as she walked over to the new father. "Simon, would you like to meet your son?" The duke nodded, unable to speak. He bent down a little so Penelope could transfer the newborn into his father's arms. "Daphne is wonderful, she was amazing."

Anthony stood next to his friend, who couldn't take his eyes off of his son. "Congratulations, my friend."

Simon smiled widely, turning to the viscount. "Want to hold your godson? Pen got to."

Anthony laughed before extending out practiced arms. He had held all his siblings when they had been born, his father helping him with Benedict as he had still been rather young at the time. But beyond that, he had held every single one of his brothers and sisters. Simon placed his son in Anthony's arms, the baby cooing happily.

Penelope felt her heart stop. The sight of her husband holding a baby was enough to do her in. She had been too young to remember him holding either Greg or Hyacinth as babies, so this was new for her. He was a natural. Granted, he had seven siblings to practice on, but still he looked fully at ease with his nephew in his arms. Anthony was meant to be a father. Penelope would also admit she found him incredibly sexy right now.

Anthony passed the baby back to Simon so he could make the rounds before heading into the room to be with Daphne. Penelope came up to him, leaning into his chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his arms around her waist. "Pen?" She hmmed in response. "I want to be a father."

She raised her head from his chest to look in his eyes. "I want to make you one." He leaned down to kiss her deeply, lifting Penelope up in his arms to head home and take her to bed.

Chapter 27: Little Things

Summary:

Penelope tells Anthony happy news.

Notes:

Hello my lovelies! I got some very exciting news today. A collection manager here on AO3 added both I Think I Might Love You and It Goes Like This to their collection! I am beyond humbled by it and just want to say thank you to that person and all of you as well because you are the reason these stories have done so well. I love you all!

This chapter is fluffy and cute and everything sweet, but I think you'll like it.

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It had been two weeks since the close of the season, and most importantly the birth of little Augie. Penelope was seated in the rocking chair of the nursey, cradling the infant in her arms as Daphne watched on from the armchair. "Hello little one." She pressed a featherlight kiss to his head before smiling up at the new mother. "He is beautiful, Daph."

The duchess smiled tiredly. "He is my everything. Although I will admit, he is also very exhausting." She shifted a little in her seat, a small frown on her face.

Penelope shot her sister in law a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, just healing. I tore a little when giving birth to Augie, it takes a little longer to recover." Daphne rested her head in her hand, closing her eyes.

The redhead smiled sympathetically at the young mother. "Daph, why don't you go get some rest? I'll look after Augie, he is my godson after all."

Daphne cracked her eyes open. "Aren't you and Anthony moving into the townhome today?" With Augie's birth, Anthony and Penelope imposed upon their family an additional week at Bridgerton House, the family all abuzz about their newest member.

Penelope nodded. "Yes, but Simon, Ben and Colin are helping him. I will worry about adding my personal touches later this week. I'm free to help you."

Her sister in law hesitated for just a moment, then rose giving Penelope a grateful smile. "Perhaps I will lie down for a short while. He will most likely need to eat in around an hour or so."

The viscountess nodded in understanding. "When he begins to get fussy I will come get you. Now go rest!" She shooed Daphne from the room with a laugh, before moving back to the rocking chair and settling down. Augie gave a wide yawn, but kept his brown eyes trained on her. "What shall we do while mommy sleeps?" She picked through the basket of storybooks next to the chair, pulling one out figuring she could read to the little one, it'd probably put him to sleep. She read a few stories, but it seemed Augie liked the sound of her voice because his big brown eyes stayed alert as he listened to her read.

After the third story and he seeming no more tired than before she had started, she decided to try something else. She tucked the storybooks back in the basket, shifting Augie a little in her arms to hold most of him in her left arm.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green,

When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.

Anthony and Simon entered Hastings House having finished moving all of Anthony and Penelope's things into the new townhome. The staff was going to take care of getting the house all put together, so the viscount and viscountess would be spending the night at Hastings House so that they would not be in the way, slowing down the staff.

Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?

'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.

Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work

Some to the plow, dilly, dilly, some to the fork,

They each heard the beautiful voice filtering down the stairs. Simon quirked an eyebrow. "Daphne cannot sing." Anthony smiled brightly, making his way up the stairs quietly with his friend following him.

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn,

While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.

The two men crept toward the open nursey door, peering around the doorframe.

Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, Lavender's blue,

If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.

Penelope rocked Augie as she sang down to him, her fingertips brushing small circles upon his cheeks, the little boy's eyes fluttering closed. Anthony felt himself fall in love with her all over again. It was far too easy to picture her in the nursey in their own home, singing to their newborn child. He shared a look with Simon, who could tell what he was thinking. "I'm going to check on Daphne." Anthony nodded, turning back to the beautiful view before him.

Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;

We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm's way.

Simon turned to head toward his and Daphne's room to check on his wife, while Anthony moved into the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed watching his wife and godson. Augie let out a big yawn, his eyes fully closed and nestled his head further into the crook of the redhead's arm. Penelope lifted her head, smiling as she saw her husband standing there looking at her in awe. She sang the last few lines while looking at him.

I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing;

When I am queen, dilly, dilly, You'll be my king.

Who told me so, dilly, dilly, Who told me so?

I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.

Anthony grinned happily at her, giving her a little wink. Penelope carefully stood, setting Auggie down in his bassinet and covering him with the light blanket draped over the side. She slowly backed out of the room, pulling the door half closed before smiling up at her husband. He cupped her face, leaning down to kiss her fully. "You are going to be the most amazing mother, little love."

Penelope whispered against his lips. "And our children will have the best father." She kissed him softly, reaching up to thread her fingers into his hair. A throat clearing broke the couple apart, Simon standing there with a smirk on his face. "Hi Simon.

"Hello babydoll." Ever since giving her that nickname, the duke called her nothing her else. He walked over to press a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for convincing Daphne to lie down. She was in dire need of it." He peeked his head in the half open door of the nursey. "And look at that you even got Augie to take a nap." Simon grinned at the viscount. "Anthony, you have quite the wife."

He pulled Penelope into his arms, her back to chest. "Trust me, I know."

The following morning, Rielle knocked loudly on the door to the room her lord and lady were in, waiting the allotted time in took for them to make themselves presentable before Penelope called for her to come in. She bit back her laugh as she witnessed Anthony tossing on a shirt still and her lady belting the tie of her robe. Anthony nodded to the lady's maid in greeting. "Good morning, Rielle."

She giggled lightly, setting the set of freshly laundered sheets on the bedside table. Throughout the course of Anthony and Penelope's marriage, Rielle had learned much about her lord. It also turned out that Anthony's valet had confided into his lord how Rielle had walked in on them that one morning. Anthony had personally gone to apologize to her about it, to which the young woman just laughed off. Still, it seemed now he always a little sheepish when she caught him all tangled up with her lady. "Good morning, my lord. I believe the duke is already up for the morning meal if you'd like to join him."

"I think I will do that." He kissed Penelope lightly before departing the room, hearing Rielle and Penelope's laughter as he did.

Penelope headed to the vanity to grab her brush while Rielle went to change the sheets. She pulled back the covers, frowning when she saw they were still pristine. "My lady?"

Penelope turned, noting the confusion on her lady's maid's face. "Rielle? What's the matter?"

Rielle kept careful note of when her lady's cycles would be. She liked to already have a fresh set of sheets ready to go so she could change the bedding immediately. "Is your cycle not set to begin today?"

Penelope furrowed her brow, crossing over to see the unblemished sheets herself. She thought about it, when her last cycle occurred. As she did the calculations, a light gasp fell from her lips when she realized. "Oh my." She brought a hand to her stomach as she looked to Rielle.

The older girl gave her a hopeful smile. "Are you…?"

The viscountess brought at hand to her hair, fiddling with it. If she was, the conception would've happened either in the meadow or the night of Augie's birth. Her and Anthony had been active almost every night since their marriage, but both of those times occurred around two weeks ago. She swallowed trying not to get ahead of herself. "Don't say anything Rielle. It is possible my body is just off a few days. Let us wait and see what happens."

The lady's maid nodded. "Of course, my lady. It is our secret." Penelope squeezed Rielle's hand before moving to the dressing room while Rielle went ahead and changed the sheets.

A little while later, Penelope descended the stairs dressed in a lavender day dress with a square neckline and flounce sleeves. The bodice was shirred and tailored to hug her curves. The skirt billowed around he as she walked to the dining room, her mind still ablaze about her possible pregnancy. Anthony and Simon rose as she entered, her husband pulling out her chair helping her in. She gave him a sweet smile at the chivalry. "Good morning, Simon"

"Good morning, babydoll."

Anthony shook his head. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I should be annoyed your choice of nickname for my wife.

The duke shrugged. "Whether you choose to be or not is your decision alone. But I will continue to use it as Pen is my sweet little sister, my babydoll."

Penelope brought a hand to her heart at his words. "Simon, you are the sweetest man." Her husband made a noise of protest. She laughed, pulling Anthony into a kiss. "After you of course, my love."

Daphne meandered into the room at that moment with Augie in her arms. "Good morning everyone." Anthony rose to greet his sister good morning and relieved her of the baby. "Anthony, you do not have to. Please finish your breakfast."

"I am finished. You eat." The duchess kissed her brother's cheek taking her usual seat while Simon made up a plate for his wife.

She gave both Anthony and Penelope grateful smiles. "Thank you both so much. You have been of the greatest help these past two weeks. I promise you I will return the favor when it is the two of you who have just welcomed a little one of your own."

Penelope took a drink of her water, her thoughts back on the still white sheets of the bed that morning. Anthony sat back down with his nephew and gave his sister a smile. "It has been our pleasure. Plus, it is a little gratifying to have Augie prefer myself and Pen over Mother."

Daphne laughed shaking her head. "She is slightly cross with you about that." Violet had been over one day when so had her son and his new wife. Penelope had been holding Augie, and when she went to pass him to Violet, the little boy began to cry. Daphne looked to her sister in law. "Pen, I can come by in a few days to help you with any decorating you might be wanting to do."

Penelope smiled at the duchess. "That would be lovely. Everything is so new for me. I will admit, the best appeal about Bridgerton House is that your mother already decorated it so beautifully I wouldn't want to change a thing. But for the townhome I have a few changes I'd like to make."

As the women began to discuss different styles, Anthony gave his friend a look. "You realize with the two of them so close we are going to be in so much trouble down the line."

Simon chuckled in agreement as he took a drink. "Ant, we're already in trouble."

Two days had passed since Anthony and Penelope had moved into the townhome. Daphne had gone to the flower market with her earlier in the day, they deciding on what floral arrangements to have displayed around the home. They also talked about new rugs for the drawing room and foyer.

Penelope's cycle was still absent, and she had begun to feel slightly odd, not badly just different. Some mornings she also felt a little nauseous. She was pacing outside Anthony's office, he inside telling her he had a few things to sort out before dinner. While Daphne was over, she asked her sister in law how she knew she was pregnant. The duchess's face took on a hopeful expression, but only dutifully answered Penelope's question, giving her a few of the symptoms she had felt after conceiving her son. From what Daphne had said, along with her missed cycle, the redhead was sure she was with child. She wasn't sure which rendezvous of her and Anthony's did the deed, but she knew it had to be the meadow or night of the ball. The meadow had been probably the steamiest encounter of theirs so far, and on the night of the ball Anthony and her had gone three rounds before falling asleep.

She knocked lightly on her husband's door, waiting for his invitation to come in. She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. Anthony looked up from his work, giving her a smile. "I'm almost done, I promise."

She nodded, swallowing down her nerves. "You're fine, Anthony." She fidgeted, prompting Anthony to get up, his work forgotten, and crossed over to her to settle a hand at her waist.

Anthony tipped her chin up. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, everything is fine. We can talk later."

He shook his head. "Work can wait." He cupped her face in his hands. "What do you want to tell me?"

Penelope stared into his beautiful eyes, biting her lip. "Anthony, you're going to be a father."

Anthony froze as he looked at his wife. "What?"

She smiled softly at him. "You're going to be a father. I'm pregnant."

Her husband broke free of his shock, a wide grin appearing on his face. "Pen…" He pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. She sighed into his kiss, grabbing hold of his vest to pull him closer until he abruptly pulled away from her with a concerned look on his face. "Oh, I should be more careful. Is the baby okay?" He placed a hand on her stomach gently.

Penelope laughed lightly, placing her hand over his. "It's fine. I'm still very early in the pregnancy."

Anthony brought her back to him, this time slowly and gently. "Early or not, I'm going to very gentle with you."

She huffed. "I hope not all the time, I do like it a little rough."

Anthony groaned at her words, flexing his fingers at her side. "Why would you say that right after telling me you're with child?" He whispered in her ear, "I so want to take you on top of my desk right now."

Penelope pressed her lips to his jaw. "It's perfectly safe to have sex while with child. You won't hurt it or me."

The viscount fought the battle within in himself. His wife just told him she was carrying his child and now she was trying to seduce him. "Pen, I don't want to do anything that might cause a problem."

She giggled, unbuttoning his vest. "I just told you it's safe. I promise, we'll be fine." She caught his lips in a kiss. Her lips brushed against his as she said, "Anthony, I want you."

He brought his hands to her hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs. "God Pen, you are going to be the death of me." He shrugged off his vest at her urging, her hands already at work unbuttoning his shirt. He reached around to pull at the laces of her dress, plucking them free one by one.

Penelope laughed as he grazed his teeth along her pulse point. "Good." Anthony backed her up to his desk, pushing the dress from her body as they went, her kicking it to the side. The back of her thighs met the wood. Anthony reached behind her, sweeping his arm along the desk top scattering all of his papers to the floor. He picked her up and set her upon the desk, stepping between her parted legs. She pulled the shirt from his body, dropping it to the floor.

She shared a smile with Anthony before he caught her in a kiss, catching hold of her hips as he ground against her center. "We're going to have a baby."

Penelope looped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his. "I know."

Penelope woke up the next morning to Anthony gently running his hand across her stomach. She blinked sleepily at him. "Good morning."

Anthony lifted his gaze from her stomach up to her face, giving her a soft smile. "Good morning, love." He reached over to kiss her sweetly. He cradled her face as he brushed his lips across her temple, her brow, each of her cheeks. "How did you sleep?"

Other than ravishing her on his desk, her husband had kept his promise to handle her gently, extremely so. "I slept very well. Did you sleep at all?"

He laughed sheepishly. "I kept waking up, just watching you." He brushed his thumb along her stomach again. "And doing this." He met her eyes. "I can't even tell you how much I love you right now."

Penelope placed her hand over his heart. "You know, you played a part in making this happen. It wasn't all me."

"But you are the one who will nurture our baby and bring it into the world. I got to do the fun part, you do all the hard work."

She sat up, wrapping him up in a hug. "I love you, so much. And I hope this baby is just like you." Anthony pressed his lips to her temple before swinging himself out of bed. "Where are you going?"

He grinned at her. "To get you breakfast. You are to stay right in that bed."

Penelope scoffed lightly. "Anthony."

"I'm serious, stay right there." She fell back against the pillows. "Better." He crossed to her side, pushing the covers down and pushing up her negligée to press a kiss to her stomach. She giggled at the sensation, it a little ticklish. "All I want you to do is focus on taking care of our child, and I will take care of you."

She watched him walk out of the room, shaking her head as he did. She placed her hands on her stomach. "Your daddy is absolutely ridiculous."

She basked in the sunlight streaming into the room through the large bay window. Thankfully she wasn't nauseous this morning. The master bedroom in their townhouse was incredibly large. There was a little nook they turned into a mini library, and she had a full wall that could be dedicated for her vanity and supplies Rielle used when getting her ready. She looked over at the nook, imaging replacing the armchairs with a rocking chair and bassinet. It was beautiful thing to imagine.

About 20 minutes later, Anthony returned with Rielle in tow, each carrying a tray in their hands. Rielle smiled at her lady. "Good morning, miss." She headed over as Penelope went to push herself up into a seated position.

Anthony tsked at her while shaking his head. "Ah, ah no ma'am."

The redhead gave him a light glare. "Anthony, I love you, but I can push myself up. I'm not that fragile." He completely ignored her, setting his tray down at the foot of the bed before sliding in next to her. He slid an arm under her knees and around her back gently lifting her up before settling her between his legs leaning against his chest. Penelope and Rielle shared an amused smile at his behavior as the lady's maid set the tray across Penelope's lap, the legs of it resting on either side of Anthony's legs. She then went to the other side of the bed, moving Anthony's tray closer to him so he could reach it from his position.

He gave the lady's maid a charming smile. "Thank you, Rielle. You really are one of a kind."

She blushed lightly at his compliment before shooting her lady a look. "Your husband is quite the handful."

The expectant mother turned a little to cup his cheek. "That he is. But look at that face." His wife giggled. "Face it darling. Not everyone is just as naturally adorable as you are."

Anthony rolled his eyes at her teasing. "Stop it, you're making me blush."

Rielle smiled at the couple, they really were meant for each other. "You two enjoy your morning. And my lady, do take it easy."

Penelope laughed. "I'm sure my dear husband will make sure I do." Anthony nodded with an overly pleased smile on his handsome face. Rielle exited the room, leaving her lord and lady to their lazy morning." Anthony kissed her hair as she surveyed all that was on her tray. "Should I expect this every morning?"

Anthony took a bite of his own breakfast as he thought about it. "Something like this at least. I said I would take care of you, and I will."

The redhead turned her head to look at him. "Anthony you've been taking care of me since we became friends. You don't have try so hard, you are already do an amazing job."

The viscount kissed her temple before dropping one on her lips. "At our wedding I vowed to take care of you forever, and now you are carrying our child." He slid a hand to her stomach, her hand coming to rest over his. "I suggest you get used to it, because you and this baby are the only ones that matter right now." She brought the hand on her stomach up to her lips, pressing a kiss to his palm before she turned back around leaning into Anthony even more.

They enjoyed their breakfast and lazy morning, just enjoying each other's company and the knowledge that their family would soon be growing by one. "Simon and Daphne are going to be so excited."

Anthony nodded in agreement, chuckling lightly. "That they will, but it will be mother who will be ecstatic."

"Maybe our child will like her more than Augie does." Anthony bust out laughing at her remark, Penelope joining in.

Notes:

Who's ready for daddy-to-be Anthony?

Chapter 28: Daddy To Be Mode Activated

Summary:

Anthony is in full on protective mode.

Notes:

Hello dear readers!

While writing this chapter I realized I probably needed to write a Lady Whistledown article for the last chapter, but I honestly just forgot. I allude to one having already been written and what it focused on in this chapter, but I'm not going to write one as timeline wise last chapter did a two week time jump and Lady W wouldn't wait that long. Just a little FYI.

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"Anthony, this is ridiculous." Penelope sighed as her husband carried her down the stairs, him having swept her up in his arms right before she took the first step down. "I can walk myself down the stairs."

He gave her a look. "Just because you can doesn't mean you have to. Or that I should let you."

The redhead silently let him carry her to the first floor, him lightly setting her on her feet. She reached up to cup his cheek. "Anthony, I'm still early in my pregnancy. You don't have to treat me as if I'm glass. It's good for me to exercise and go about my normal day."

Anthony leaned against the banister. "You'll get plenty of exercise. We can take a turn around the gardens or walk to Hastings or Bridgerton House if you'd like. But no stairs, and you need to make sure you rest. That is good for you as well."

"Anthony, did your mother cease all activity when she was pregnant with your siblings?"

"Yes, Father ensured she did." Penelope settled a knowing look on her husband. "Alright she did not stop entirely, but he made sure she took it easy. I was in charge of wrangling the children so she wouldn't have to."

His wife smiled at him. "Sweetheart, there is a difference between taking it easy and putting me in a bubble." She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "The baby is perfectly protected in here. But Anthony, I'm not even showing yet. Trust me, as I get further along I will be receptive to your hovering, but for now I do not need you acting like a mother hen."

Anthony grinned back at her. "Do you remember how I told you to try and stop me from lifting you from the carriage at the palace?" He waited for her to hmm in response. "How did that work out for you?" He chuckled as she rolled her eyes. "Love, I'm going to win this time too."

Penelope lifted her hands in surrender as she turned to head to her personal morning room and over to the desk situated in there. She had a few correspondence that required her attention. When moving in to the townhome, Anthony had asked if she'd like a completely separate room to make as an office for her, but she declined, saying she enjoyed the light coming in from the window. She had written Lady Whistledown by candlelight for so long it was a refreshing change. The latest Whistledown she wrote at her desk, Anthony leaning over her shoulder as they discussed the best way to write about Mr. Bagwell and Edwina. The issue had also touched on the birth of Simon and Daphne's son as well as Penelope's official taking up of her new title of viscountess.

Still standing, she pulled the first of her post to her, looking up at her husband who had followed her in. "I hope you know it is a good thing you're as cute as you are."

"Don't worry about that, I do." She giggled at his answer, shaking her head at his behavior. Anthony crossed over to her, leaning down to kiss her softly placing his hand on her stomach once more. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Penelope smiled at him, drawing him close again to kiss him once more. "Would you ask Rielle to make up one of her teas for me?" As her lady's maid had a bit of a background in medicine, Rielle had begun making up a tea for her lady that would help provide nutrients to promote healthy development of the baby. Penelope gestured at her correspondence. "I need to catch up on these." She lifted the top letter. "Lady Brambly has gotten back to me regarding her son and Francesca."

Anthony sat down in the chair at her desk, bringing her to settle in his lap. "You suggested a visit to Aubrey Hall correct?"

She fingered the envelope as she nodded. "Yes. As we are all to head to the country soon, I'm just waiting for Daphne to tell me she's ready to travel with Augie, I figured it would a good place for Lord Brambly and Fran to have their first chaperoned visit. They will actually be able to get to know one another without so many eyes on them."

The viscount kissed her cheek. "You are an excellent viscountess."

Penelope blushed a little at his praise. "I am trying my best. However, I think I'll have your mother walk with Lady Brambly while they chaperone the children."

Anthony furrowed his brow. "You don't want to walk with her?"

The redhead shifted a little in his lap, turning herself slightly so she could lean against his shoulder. "I just think as Mama and Lady Brambly are close in age and it will be their son and daughter, it would be best. I will still be the one welcoming them and I will set a tea for her, I, and your mother to all discuss things." She met his gaze. "As this is the first time I'm doing anything like this, having your mother present will be helpful."

He nodded in understanding. "Mother is more than happy to help in any way she can. I believe she is also happy for your help, especially in regard to Eloise."

Penelope laughed, he joining in. "El is definitely going to be a challenge. But I know she has no desire to marry anytime soon. Your mother might just have to swallow that one. We'll focus on Francesca, and then maybe we can work on Benedict together."

Anthony grinned at her words. "If he thought mother on her own was bad…"

"Oh, I will be so much worse. I want my brother to be happy. Not to worry, my meddling will be so prettily dressed up he won't even realize what I've done until it is too late." She pecked his lips, a giddy smile on her face.

Her husband kissed her lightly again, tucking some hair behind her ear. "You do excel at that. I didn't realize what you had done to me until it was too late. And thank God it was." Penelope threaded her fingers into his, dragging her nails along his scalp pulling a groan from him. "That feels nice."

She smiled, placing her free hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palm. From the moment they had become friends, Anthony had truly opened up to her, shrugged off the weight of his title and family duties to show the side of him that he kept hidden. She had always loved Anthony, same as she loved all the Bridgertons. But when he let her in, showed her every part of him, it really wasn't so surprising that she fell in love with him. This man truly was perfect in every way. "I love you, Anthony Bridgerton."

His eyes, having closed at her ministrations, opened to meet her eyes. "I love you, Penelope Bridgerton." He slid a hand to her stomach. "And I love our child." It was too early for her hormones to go haywire, but she still felt tears prick at her eyes. Anthony pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, before he took her in his arms, standing up and placing her in her chair. "I'll stop bothering you, let you answer your correspondence." He kissed her hair. "I'll ask Rielle to bring your tea."

Penelope blew him a kiss as he walked away. "Thank you." He flashed her a grin before disappearing through the door. She placed a hand on her stomach, her eyes still trained on the doorway her husband has just left through. "I know I said your daddy is ridiculous, which he is, but he is also the best man I have ever known."

Two days later, Anthony and Penelope were at Hastings House, helping the duke and duchess get loaded up to head to Aubrey Hall. One of the redhead's correspondence had been Daphne sending word to Penelope that she was fully healed and ready to make the trip to Aubrey Hall. As such, the viscountess passed along the message to the family that they would be leaving for the country the day after tomorrow. After informing Anthony, he took charge of what needed to be done to get the townhome and Bridgerton House closed up for the offseason while Penelope instructed the staff to get her and Anthony's things packed up as well as informing the staff at Aubrey Hall of their upcoming arrival. The two worked in tandem, as if they had done this a hundred times before.

Penelope had offered to come by on the morning of their departure to help Daphne with Augie, to which the duchess had readily accepted. Simon came to greet his brother and sister in law, a fussy Augie in his arms. "Good morning Ant, babydoll." Without prompting, Penelope took Augie from his father, cooing at her godson causing the baby boy to calm and begin giggling. Anthony and Simon shared a look, the duke gesturing helplessly at the pair. "I've been trying to make him happy for an hour now. Babydoll get here and instantly he's fine."

Anthony reached over to tickle his nephew's tummy, Augie giggling louder, his tiny hand wrapping around one of his uncle's fingers. "It's Pen, mate. She has that effect on people."

Daphne came down the stairs at that moment, carrying a multitude of things for her son. "I think I have everything he'll need, I've basically cleared out the nursey." She looked up and saw her brother and sister in law in the foyer. "Oh good, you're here." She pushed all the things she was carrying into her husband's hands crossing over to kiss both Anthony and Penelope on the cheek. She placed a hand on her son's head. "So that is why he stopped crying."

Anthony helped his friend, taking half of the things Daphne had brought down, the two men heading out to the carriages to stow it all away. "Why didn't Daph let the staff pack up this stuff?"

Simon shook his head, depositing his own load on one side of the carriage. "She insisted doing it herself and having it on hand in case Augie needs anything on the ride." After getting everything situated, Daphne and Penelope came out of the house as well, Augie still in the redhead's arms. "I get the feeling we're about to be booted out to the other carriage."

Anthony laughed as he took in his sister and wife animatedly chatting as they headed down the pathway, Penelope lightly bouncing Augie in her arms as she walked. When the women reached their husbands, Daphne gave them a pretty smile. "Thank you brother, husband for bringing all that down. I did a quick check and we're ready to go. Pen, would you like to ride with Augie and I? The boys will be fine in the other carriage."

As Simon helped his wife in, Penelope shot a smile at Anthony. "I would love to Daph, but I think I'll go with Anthony. I kind of like him you know." She passed her godson over to his father, who then handed the baby to his wife so he could climb in. "We'll see you there."

She crossed over to her and Anthony's carriage, the viscount gently tipping her chin up so he could kiss her thoroughly. "Maybe we should try out the back of the carriage again." Penelope laughed lightly, Anthony picking her up in his arms, stepping up to place her in the carriage, before vaulting himself in behind her.

After a little while, the two carriages rolled up to Aubrey Hall, the family seemingly having just arrived themselves. Violet excitedly headed for Daphne and Simon's carriage, eager to see her grandson. Anthony stepped out of his and Penelope's carriage, hurrying to catch Hyacinth who came flying at him. His youngest sister and he had a special kind of bond. As Edmund Bridgerton died before her birth, Anthony was the only father she knew. His other sisters had memories of their father, however fragmented or few they might be, Hy did not. All of her memories had Anthony in them, as such she was attached to him in way his other sisters weren't. "Hello Hy."

Hyacinth hugged her eldest brother tightly. She glanced up to Penelope still in the carriage. "Hi Pen!"

Penelope smiled and waved at the younger girl. "Hello Hy."

Hyacinth looked back to her brother. "I'm happy to see you."

The viscount laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. "As I am you." He pulled back from her. "Go help mother with your nephew for me so I can help Pen." The youngest Bridgerton grinned toothily before doing as he asked, launching herself at Daphne as well. Anthony stood turning back to his wife, who was looking him as if he was all she could see. "What?"

The way her husband interacted with his siblings, especially Hyacinth always took her breath away. Their child could not ask for a better father. "It just always gets me, how much she adores you."

Anthony sighed as he pulled himself half up into the carriage, settling his hands on her waist. "I'm all she's ever known." He didn't have to say as being the father in her life. "I mean more to her." Penelope brushed her lips against his in a gentle caress, he sliding a hand to her hair to kiss her more firmly. He fell into her kiss, beginning to follow her pulls to bring him back into the carriage. Augie's shriek of joy brought him back to the present. He broke the kiss with his wife, lifting her up in his arms to help her from the carriage. Penelope braced her hands on his shoulders, not even fighting what she knew would be a losing battle about how he would help her down.

"Pen!" Eloise rushed over to crush her friend into a hug, Anthony blanching at the impact. He went to pull his sister away from his wife, but Penelope spun her friend around so he couldn't grab at her. She shot him a look clearly telling him to chill. He responded in kind with his own look conveying he was worried. The redhead shot him a reassuring smile and mouthed 'We're fine' to him over her friend's shoulder. Eloise broke the hug, smiling widely at her friend. "Oh, I am so happy the season is over. We can just enjoy and relax. You can also join us in Pall Mall!"

At the mention of the game, Anthony's eyes widened. While he didn't think his siblings would be too hard on Pen during her first official Pall Mall game, he also could not be certain. The idea of her having to walk into the trees trying to find a rogue ball had his eye twitching. Penelope noticed her husband's struggle. "I might pass on Pall Mall for now. You Bridgertons are overly competitive. I have no desire to be caught in crossfire."

"I second that." Simon waltzed up, tossing an arm around Penelope's shoulders. "Daph keeps bugging to me to play, but I don't think I want to." Penelope shared an amused smile with the duke as her friend looked extremely put out.

"That's not any fun."

Simon tipped his head to the side. "But it is smart." The viscountess nodded her head in agreement, following as he began to lead her up to the house.

Eloise came to stand next to Anthony. "Don't you think they should play?"

"If Pen doesn't want to play, she doesn't have to play. In fact, it's probably best she doesn't."

His sister frowned, confused by his answer. "Why?"

Anthony, not sure how Penelope wanted to announce the news of her pregnancy to the family, fished around for an answer to his slip up, however he came up short. "Just…because." He immediately walked away, not allowing Eloise to press him further on the subject.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." Penelope looked up from where she was fussing over his jacket, making sure it was lint free and hanging right. They had engaged in a somewhat hot and heavy makeout session after getting ready, leaving his clothes askew. Thankfully Rielle had forgone applying lip pomade tonight, so it wasn't smeared all across her face or on his lips.

She dropped her hands from his clothes, instead moving them to smooth out her dress. "Thank you." Rielle had selected a lavender, sparkling, long evening gown featuring a deep V neckline and ruffles sleeves. The shimmery leaf design gave it a romantic vibe, the tulle skirt flowing from her waist to the floor. Her hair had been fashioned into a loose, side French braid with one lock of hair left out on the other side to frame her face.

He gently kissed her, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "How do you want to tell the family about the baby?"

Penelope brought a hand to her stomach as she thought. "Oh, I don't know. I'm only about four weeks along. Do you think we should wait? I kind of like having our little secret for now." She winced slightly as a small cramp rippled through her.

Her husband seeing the grimace grew alarmed, reaching out to place his hand over hers. "Are you okay, do you feel like something is wrong?"

"No, everything is fine, the baby and I are good." She gave him a smile. "Rielle told me when she started making the tea for me that I might experience a little cramping as my body prepares for the baby. It is completely normal."

Anthony sighed, hugging his wife to him. "Did she mention how to help with that?"

She was quiet for a moment before relenting, "Plenty of rest and heat." Penelope shook her head. "I've just given you all the ammunition you need to ramp up your protectiveness haven't I?"

"Absolutely." With a smile, he kissed her temple, before taking her hand and leading her out of their room. As expected, when they reached the staircase Anthony took her into his arms, carrying her down the stairs.

Entering the foyer, Benedict and Colin passed by, seeing their brother with his wife in his arms. Benedict cocked his head questioningly. "Brother, why are you carrying Pen down the stairs?"

The husband and wife looked at one another, trying to think up an excuse. Penelope flashed a smile to her brothers in law. "I twisted my ankle, so Anthony offered to carry me."

Colin looked to her feet. "I'm not surprised considering those shoes you're wearing. I'll get you some ice."

The redhead called out to her friend before he got too far. "Oh, no Colin it's fine. I just need to stay off it for a moment, I'm sure after dinner it'll be good as new."

Benedict looked between the married couple quizzically. "Are you sure, Pen?"

Anthony clutched Penelope to him tighter. "She said she's fine, brothers. Leave her alone." He pushed his way through them, he and the redhead realizing keeping their secret might be harder than they anticipated.

Everyone was seated around the dinner table, Anthony at the head with Penelope on his right. He took her hand , pressing a kiss to her fingers prompting his mother to smile. "Anthony, Penelope I am still just so happy for you both. You make a wonderful match." She then turned to her eldest daughter. "And Daphne sweetheart, you as a new mother. I am sure you will be amazing, but know I'm here if you need anything."

The duchess gave her mother a smile. "Of course, mama."

A staff member went around, filling up the glasses of everyone old enough with wine. They skipped Daphne obviously as she was nursing. As they reached Penelope, she put her hand over the glass and waved off the attendant. "I'm fine, thank you." This grabbed everyone's attention, they looking at her questioningly. "I just wasn't in the mood for wine tonight."

This answer seemed to satisfy the four youngest at the table, but Violet, Simon, Daphne, Ben, and Colin continued to look at her. She took a drink of her water, catching Anthony's eye over the rim. As food began to be brought out to the table, gradually the stares diverted from looking at her to the platters and dishes laid across the table. A fragrant duck dish was placed near Penelope's seat, and she instantly felt her stomach turn.

As discreetly as she could, she brought a hand to press against her mouth lightly. Anthony saw the expression on his wife's face, pointing stealthily to the duck. She nodded, prompting him to hurriedly stand and whisk the dish toward the middle of the table, replacing the duck with a salad. Penelope mouthed 'Thank you' to the viscount he winking at her in return.

Violet watched this exchange, feeling hope blossoming in her chest. Penelope was even more radiant tonight, a natural glow to her skin. Anthony had carried Penelope into the dining room, claiming a twisted ankle, but both Ben and Colin had confided they didn't believe that. Her daughter in law had refused wine and now it seemed the duck did not agree with her. "Penelope, dear are you feeling alright?"

The redhead startled at the call of name. "Oh, yes Mama I'm fine. Just a little woozy for moment."

"Woozy, of course." The matriarch caught her second son's eyes, who she could tell had witnessed all she had and come to the same conclusion she had.

Benedict nodded his head a little, then threw Anthony and Penelope a large grin. "So, brother, have you gotten Pen with child yet?" The woman in question choked slightly on her drink of water, while Anthony painfully swallowed a large sip of wine. "It just seems like dear Pen is displaying a few of same things Daph did around nine months ago."

Anthony met his wife's eyes, the both of them knowing their secret was out. The viscount looked back to his brother, a smile working its way to his lips. "Yes Ben, we recently learned Penelope is with child."

Daphne cried out in joy, shooting up from her seat to go and hug her friend in congratulations. Violet too was overflowing with happiness, her taking Penelope in her arms after the duchess let go. Violet cradled her daughter in law's face in her hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Meanwhile, Anthony was being congratulated by his brothers and Simon. He met his wife's eyes through his throng of sisters, grinning at her happily. Maybe it would have been nice to keep it to themselves a little longer, but the family was overjoyed at the news.

He pulled himself away from the other men, and gently shooed his sisters and mother from Penelope. "We are very happy. But I must ask that you all are gentle with Penelope." He brought his wife into his side, pressing his lips to her hair.

Violet laughed at her son's words. "Dearest, the baby is perfectly safe in Penelope's womb. You need not worry."

Penelope shook her head at her mother in law. "I told him this already and he promptly responded to that with the fact that I cannot stop him."

Daphne giggled, patting Simon's cheek. "Simon was much the same."

"Love, you are carrying our child. You are giving me the most precious gift." He cupped her face in his hands. "Now let me take care of you."

Penelope huffed. "If you are this bad before the baby is born, how are you going to be when it is?"

Both he and Simon said simultaneously, "Worse."

The duke shrugged. "I was."

Anthony grinned down at his wife. "At least you won't be getting the full brunt of it then."

His wife settled her hand on her stomach. "I hope our child is a son and that he is exactly like you, from head to toe. You deserve to learn what is means to handle someone like you."

The viscount laughed heartily before kissing her fully. "Ah, but then you would have deal with two of me."

Simon clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We will have so much fun with this kid. Oh, the things we will teach him." Anthony nodded in agreement.

The viscountess and duchess looked at their respective husband saying together, "Don't even think about it."

Notes:

I am getting ready to wrap up this story, probably here in the next two chapters. Next one will focus mainly on Penelope's pregnancy journey, and then the final chapter will be an epilogue of sorts, showing some of the family in the future a little bit.

I have loved writing this story so much, it has been an immense pleasure and I'm sorry to say goodbye to it here soon, but I have been pulling double duty on writing, simultaneously writing the new chapters for this story and chapters of my new story. I'm hoping to have at least five chapters ready to go on the new story by the time I finish this one. I currently have three done.

And I just might post a little sneak peek at the end of this story as I'll probably wait just a small bit before posting the new one. Unless you all convince me otherwise

Chapter 29: Precious Moments

Summary:

Snapshot moments of Penelope's pregnancy.

Notes:

Hello everyone! So this chapter is really just some sweet little moments moving through Penelope's pregnancy. As it would take forever to try and catalog the whole nine months, I went with this option of picking different times through the pregnancy and making up a little scene. It's fluffy and cute and drama free, just fair warning. The ending of this story is going to be just so effing cute, I can hardly stand it.

Enjoy!

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Rielle was doing up the laces on her lady's lavender day gown, when she noticed a slight resistance when attempting to tighten it as she would normally. With a small smile, the lady's maid did up the dress a little looser than usual. "It might be time to start thinking about maternity gowns miss."

Penelope was marking in at twelve and half weeks pregnant, a small curve of her stomach beginning to form. The redhead turned to the side as she looked in the mirror, bringing a hand up to press against the small little bump that was beginning to form. Her hormones had been going a little crazy lately, and the sight of her and Anthony's baby continuing to grow brought tears to her eyes. Rielle offered her lady a handkerchief. "You do seem to be correct Rielle. I'll send the madame a missive later this week requesting the new gowns. I can also send some of my existing ones to merely have altered."

With a quick check to make sure her eyes were clear of moisture, Penelope then exited her and Anthony's room. Her husband had been nothing short of attentive. He had informed the kitchen staff to have every single possible item of food on hand so that whenever a craving hit her, it could be satisfied almost immediately. He had also ensured she took a nice long stroll along the property or gardens of Aubrey Hall at least once a day and would spend an hour with her in the library, massaging her feet while she read.

Penelope grinned to herself as she approached the stairs. Anthony had to attend to some work early this morning and therefore not present to escort her down to breakfast. For the first time in almost three months, she would be able to descend the stairs like a normal person. She had just taken two steps when she suddenly found herself being hauled up into the air. "Not so fast, Pen."

Benedict grinned down at her, he having picked her up into his arms and was proceeding to carry her down the stairs. She sighed heavily while clinging to her brother in law. "Honestly Ben, you too? It's bad enough Anthony does not believe me when I say stairs are not my enemy."

The artist laughed as he bounded down the stairs with the redhead securely tucked in his arms. "Anthony gave me explicit instructions not to let you go gallivanting off on your own doing as you please simply because he has to work. Consider me your shadow for the day."

As they reached the entrance hall, Ben put Penelope back down on her feet. He gave her a smile. "Oh, I can see my little niece or nephew is growing quite nicely."

He gestured to where her small baby bump was outlined by her dress. Penelope brought a hand to the tiny swell, already fully in love with the child growing inside her. "Yes, they are starting to make their presence known it seems."

Benedict offered her his arm, escorting her out onto the patio where the family had decided to host breakfast. Violet rose from her seat as she saw her daughter in law, pressing a kiss to both her cheeks. Penelope bore the affection with grace. Violet had been almost as bad as Anthony, doting on the soon to be mother. "Good morning my sweet girl." The matriarch led her to a cushioned seat placed at the table, helping her to get comfortable. "What would you like this morning?"

Before the redhead could answer, Colin flashed his friend a smile. "I got it, mother. I just need to make her up a plate identical to mine."

Penelope rolled her eyes at his teasing. "Stop making fun of me! I'm eating for two thank you. What's your excuse, Col?"

"Excellent metabolism." He winked at her as he set a plate in front of her and poured her a glass of juice.

As the family began to take seats of their own, Anthony appeared on the patio having finished his early morning work. "Good morning everyone." A chorus of greetings followed him as he dropped into the seat at the head of the table, next to his wife. "Good morning, love." He leaned over to capture her lips in a kiss, his hand coming to rest on the small swell of her stomach. "How is the little one doing today?"

"All good so far. It has been a rather relaxed morning." Her morning sickness had begun to wane, it only occurring sometimes rather than a constant every day burden. When she had reached around eight weeks, every morning she found herself shut up in the bathroom, her stomach in knots. She had enjoyed the beginnings of her pregnancy being experienced during the offseason at Aubrey Hall. By the time the season started up again she would be in her second trimester, the golden time of pregnancy according to Daphne.

Anthony kissed her temple, as he gently ran his hand over her bump. He had truly been a wonderful partner to experience all of this with. He showered her with affection and care, dropping anything instantly if she needed him.

Eloise's voice drifted along the table. "Are we still going to play Pall Mall today?" A loud collection of 'Yes' answers were thrown back at her. Penelope shook her head, very happy to have a reason to sit out. Simon caught her eye across the table. He too would be passing, opting to take care of his son so that Daphne could still participate. This had been their routine anytime the game was brought up.

The viscount grinned at his siblings. "You all sure are in a rush to lose again." So far, Anthony had won all three games that had taken place. Even in the last game with everyone ganging up on him, he still managed to pull it out somehow.

Penelope kissed his cheek, looking to her family as well. "He does have a point you know." A series of grumblings could be heard around the table, making the expectant parents laugh. Even when Eloise had attempted to hide the black mallet, Anthony had been one step ahead of her, walking out into the yard, mallet already in hand. The viscountess caught her husband's eye. "They never do learn do they?"

Penelope lounged in bed, having just woken up from a midday nap. She was about 18 weeks, and she had started to feel the fatigue of growing another human being. It didn't help that the baby had begun to kick and seemed to think in the middle of the night was an excellent time to do so. The first time she felt it, it had been wonderful, and she promptly shoved Anthony awake so he could feel it too. Now however, the novelty had worn off and she begged her child to calm each night before she went to bed.

A light knocked sounded on the door before her husband slipped through closing the door behind him. He gave her a smile, "Are you any more rested?"

The redhead sighed, running a hand along her bump. "Somewhat. Little one woke me up again, but they were nice enough to allow me a couple of hours before doing so."

The viscount made his way to the bed, Penelope scooting forward so he could slip in behind her. Once he was settled with a leg on either side of her, she moved back to her original spot, leaning up against his chest. This had became something of a norm. Each night before going to bed, they would sit like this, each with a hand on her stomach while they just talked. The sound of their voices seemed to relax their baby. At least for a short while. At the very least, it allowed Penelope to get some sleep before being kicked awake. "Has your guess changed on whether the baby will be a boy or a girl?"

His wife laughed lightly, shaking her head while bringing the hand not on her bump to tangle with his free one. "It is absolutely a boy. Only a son of yours could be this infuriating and charming all at the same time."

Anthony laughed, kissing her hair. His little redhead was confident in her assumption their child was going to be his mini me. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like that possibility. A smattering of little kicks pressed against their joined hands. "I think he might be agreeing with you, love." Each time he felt their child kick sent a wave of awe through him. As Penelope's bump grew and he felt those tiny kicks against his hand, each time he couldn't help but marvel at the reality of his life. He had fallen in love with someone he least expected, but turned out to be his perfect match in every way. And now, a new life was growing inside her, a new life that they had created, mixing the best parts of them together. He now understood when his mother said her children were her reasons for getting up in the morning.

Penelope giggled, running her fingers along her stomach, smiling as she felt the kicks follow the patterns she drew. "Smart little cookie."

"That's all you."

She shot her husband a quizzical look. "I don't know, you're pretty cleaver sweetheart."

Anthony shook his head. "I'm not the one who created my own business and kept it going anonymously all the while exposing and mesmerizing the ton at the same time."

"That's being crafty."

He pressed his forehead to hers. "It's damn clever is what it is." He leaned in to kiss her, sliding a hand into her hair, angling her head so as to kiss her deeper. Penelope lifted her hands to place at his neck, pulling him in closer. Something she had noticed with her pregnancy also is that her sex drive had been heightened. It taken a little convincing on her part, but eventually she had gotten her husband to give into her. They weren't nearly as active as they had been before her pregnancy, but there were some nights when he made her fall apart over and over. After that day in his study so many weeks ago, she knew there was no way she could go her entire pregnancy without being intimate with her husband. He was just that damn good.

Anthony was trailing his hands to her thighs, when the baby began to kick up a storm, forcing Penelope to break the kiss and bring a hand to her stomach. She laughed lightly. "I think the baby is too worked up right now for that."

Her husband fell back against the pillows, breathing deeply. She could feel a bulge against her backside. "The child is not even born and yet still finds a way to block me. You're right, it definitely is a boy." Penelope began to laugh in earnest, her husband joining in soon after. Anthony moved to stand, helping his wife up once he had done so. "Come on, let's talk a walk around the gardens. Maybe some exercise will help little one settle."

The expectant mother took his hand, letting him lead her from the room. She noticed how Anthony took slower steps to accommodate her. It was little things like this that made Penelope fall more and more in love with him, even when she thought it impossible to fall any deeper. She leaned her head on his shoulder and laced their fingers together. "Thank you for taking such great care of me."

He pressed his lips to her temple. "Always."

Daphne steadied her sister in law as Rielle dressed her for the first ball of the new London season. The family had returned to London a week prior, getting everything ready to go for an upcoming season. Anthony had taken care of refilling the girls coiffures for the modiste as well as bringing on the additional staff as he had each season. Penelope for her part educated herself on the newest young lords and gentlemen who would be joining the ton for this season. Francesca's timid courtship with Lord Brambly had fizzled out over the offseason so it was back to square one. However, a Mr. John Sterling seemed a promising suitor and she hoped she could facilitate an introduction. She also wanted to see if there were any possibilities for Eloise. She would never push marriage on her friend, but socializing with a fine young gentleman wouldn't hurt her any.

It was time for Lady Danbury's annual season opening ball and at 22 weeks, it was a different experience getting ready this time around. She also would be Viscountess Bridgerton for this full season. She had only had the one ball last season with her title in place, a mere snapshot into how this one would go. Violet had promised to be there with her every step of the way as Penelope would only grow more pregnant and eventually give birth before the end of the season.

Rielle slipped on the maternity gown, Penelope holding onto her sister in laws hands. It wasn't that she worried about tipping over, but it was a more fitted gown than she had been wearing during the offseason. Daphne helped slide her arms though the sleeves while Rielle did up the buttons at the back. The madame had created a multitude of maternity gowns for Penelope, all with an easy ability to be let out as her pregnancy continued. For tonight, Rielle had selected a teal chiffon gown with a lace embroidered bodice and A line silhouette. Even though normally the madame steered away from empire waisted gowns for Penelope, this one was a slightly dropped empire waist to accommodate her growing baby bump. The dress was simplistic, but elegant in design.

Her hair was done in a loose, knotted side bun resting just on her shoulder with wavy face framing pieces on either side. "You are ready, miss." With Daphne's help, Penelope descended the stairs to the foyer where the family waited, the duchess having shooed Anthony away from the staircase, saying he was ruining her grand debut as Lady Bridgerton.

She felt a little silly, but her sister in law ensured her she looked absolutely stunning, and she deserved a little show off moment. As the two women came into view, Violet gasped and put a hand to her heart while Eloise and Francesca smiled brightly.

Simon gave her a wink, prompting a dazzling smile to her play upon her lips. Anthony was breathless. He knew his wife was completely gorgeous, that was never in question, but she truly was a sight to behold. All dolled up in a perfect mix of sexy and elegant, the teal hue of the dress complimenting her fair skin and the vibrancy of her red hair. The dress was fitted along the bodice before draping free and gracefully to the brush along the floor. Her baby bump was highlighted beautifully, the dress doing its job. She was radiant with her skin aglow and round with his child.

As she made it to the bottom of the stairs, Anthony took her hands in his, pressing a kiss to her fingertips, then the inside of each wrist. "You are beyond beautiful, love." His hand met hers where she cradling her bump, while he captured her lips in a soft kiss. He would never tire of kissing her, kissing her was as essential as breathing. "No one will be able to look away from you, tonight."

Penelope dipped her head, a pretty blush staining her cheeks. "At least it is Lady Danbury's ball, if I'm going to the center of attention I can count on her to be at my side."

Daphne took the redhead's arm. "I will stay with you as well. You are going to be approached by countless well wishers and many people trying to give you advice. It can be overwhelming, but don't worry I'll fend them off best I can."

Anthony gave his sister a grateful smile. Still a new mother herself and with a heavy title as well, the duchess would know best what his wife would be dealing with tonight. "I will also secure you a table so that you may stay off your feet."

Penelope gave him a little grin. "Will you still dance with the waltz with me?"

He chuckled, rubbing his hand along her bump. "Of course, just maybe near the table rather than out on the floor with everyone." As she was visibly along and he would have to change how he held her, he didn't want other people spinning around them and possibly knocking into her. Her pregnancy had gone beautifully so far, and he had relaxed somewhat on treating her like fragile china, but she and their child were all that mattered to him, and he would always take precautions when possible. "Would that be alright?"

She nodded her assent, just happy she could still share in their special dance with him. The waltz was a cornerstone of how their relationship blossomed, she would hate to miss out on it, even if she was in her second trimester.

At the carriages, Simon helped his wife in then assisted Anthony, steading Penelope on one side while the viscount was on the other. "Alright, babydoll, just let us do all the work."

Penelope rolled her eyes, meeting Daphne's amused gaze. "Boys, I can handle getting into the carriage, I just need a hand. You do not need to-"

Mid-sentence, the two men lifted Penelope into the carriage, getting her situated in her seat. Anthony grinned at her, kissing away her frown. "Pen, I don't let you walk down the stairs. Did you really think I'd let you step into a carriage?"

She huffed at his stubbornness. "Anthony, I'm with child not crippled."

He kissed her again, then pressed his lips to then swell of her stomach. "You are the one I cherish most in this world. Allow me my protections." Penelope felt the annoyance drain out of her, bringing him close to press her lips to his. When he said things like that, there was no fighting him.

Penelope huffed as she fell back into the pillows of her and Anthony's bed. She was trying to lift herself up so as to get out of bed after waking from her nap, but was finding it difficult. She was 30 weeks along now and her bump was prominent. She had changed how she slept and sat, also finding herself requiring assistance when needing to get up or down. Anthony was attending to some quick business in town and Rielle was too far away in the kitchens, asking the staff to whip up a snack for her. She raised herself up on her elbows, bringing a hand to her stomach, smiling when she felt a kick answer her touch. "Little one, your mama is struggling. Where is daddy when we need him?"

She had just about resigned herself to having to wait until Rielle or Anthony arrived, when she heard Colin's and Eloise's voices in the hall bickering about something. She hadn't realized they would be visiting today and presumed they were doing a quick search for her. "Colin!"

A few moments later, her best friend popped his head in the door. "Oh, there you are Pen." He gave a small laugh as he watched her attempt to rise once more. "Are you stuck?"

She bit back the smart ass comment she wanted to make, her back was staring to hurt. "Can you just help me?" With a small shake of his head, Colin crossed the room, scooping her up in his arms before setting her on her feet. "Thank you." Eloise came into the room then, with a blanket in her hands. "What are you two doing here?"

The brunette gave her friend a smile. "We have a gift for you, mother insisted you have it." She extended a soft, cream blanket to Penelope. "This is the baby blanket mother and father used with Anthony."

She was touched at the gesture. As she trailed her hands along the blanket, she saw where her husband's name had been stitched into one of the corners. "Oh." Penelope's voice was thick with emotion, unable to say much more.

Colin smiled at her. "Mother also said once the baby is born and you've chosen a name, she'll add it onto one of the other corners."

Penelope turned on her heel to move to the nook of the bedroom. A complete overhaul had been done in this area. They had removed the armchairs and small table into a different room, a rocking chair and bassinet taking their place. The books had also been changed out, novels being shuffled to the library, while storybooks and stuffed animals took their place. A thick, soft rug had been put down along with breezy, white curtains at the window.

There was also a nursey in the room next door. Anthony and Simon had constructed up a crib while her and Daphne consulted on colors for the room and what all the new mother would need. Right after birth though, the baby would stay in the bassinet in their room for now, the nursey coming later.

Penelope took the baby blanket, arranging it within the bassinet, her fingers lightly brushing along it. She fussed with it far longer than was necessary, but she had been doing this often lately. Arranging and rearranging everything around. She smiled as she looked around her little baby nook, holding a hand to her bump, then shot a smile to her friends. "It's perfect."

Anthony paced outside his and Penelope's room, his heart breaking each time he heard his wife cry out in pain. The whole family was gathered with him, aside from Daphne and Violet who were with Penelope, supporting her while she gave birth. The same midwife who delivered Augie was going to deliver their baby, Daphne having highly recommended her.

He and Penelope had just about been ready to head to bed the previous night when suddenly he saw her eyes widen and her mouth form a small little 'o' in surprise. Instantly knowing something had happened, he rounded the bed, taking her face gently in his hands. "Love, are you alright?"

She nodded shakily, grasping on to his forearms. "My water just broke." Anthony's eyebrows rose. "The baby's coming."

His poor wife had been in labor through the night, Anthony having sent the footman dashing to both Hastings House and Bridgeton House immediately to rouse the family. It had been decided that the duke and duchess would serve as godparents to their firstborn, same as he and Penelope were to Augie. Eloise had been most put out by the news.

Daphne had arrived remarkably fast, saying Simon was dropping Augie off with his aunt then he would head over. His sister hastened up the stairs, rushing to Penelope's side to be her support. Anthony had never loved his sister more in that moment. He knew her and Penelope had forged a close friendship ever since the redhead had stayed with them last season. While he could be there for his wife as much as possible, some things he wouldn't be able to understand. Daphne could and he could tell Penelope was very much relieved once the duchess was with her.

When the rest of the family arrived, his mother had only stopped long enough to hug him tightly and kiss his cheek before she too hurried up to the bedroom. Violet remembered when she went into labor with Anthony, it was a scary thing. Giving birth for the first time you never know what to expect, and she wanted to reassure her daughter in law as much as possible that it would all be okay and that she could do this.

Anthony ripped a hand through his hair, hating this feeling of helplessness. He knew Penelope was in good hands, but it killed him that he couldn't bear the pain for her. Simon clapped his friend on the shoulder, understanding the agony he was feeling. "I know mate."

Another small scream from Penelope filtered out into the room before it was followed by the sound of a newborn's cry. Anthony's eyes shot to the door, his feet taking a few steps in that direction. He could hear murmuring behind the door, the waiting driving him mad. Finally, after what seemed ages, the door opened, and Daphne stepped out with a little bundle in her arms.

She had fresh tears on her face to go along with the blinding smile on her lips. She walked to her brother, pushing aside the blanket around the baby's face a little more. She stopped in front of him. "Brother, meet your son." She passed the baby boy to Anthony, making sure he was settled securely in her brother's arms.

Anthony felt his breath leave him. He had held all his siblings as they had been born, he had been fascinated by them all. But this time, with his child it was indescribable. He was transfixed, unable to look away from his son's face, his little boy the perfect mix of him and his love. Tearing his eyes away, Anthony looked back to Daphne. "How's Pen?"

The duchess smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "She's perfect. Tired, as to be expected, but Anthony you should be so proud. She was remarkable."

The viscount grinned, looking back to his son. He had no doubt his wife had been wonderful, she'd been amazing him since that day in his study. And now she had given him a son. The family crowded around, each Bridgerton sibling reaching out to say hello to the newest member of their family. Hyacinth gave her big brother a bright smile hugging him around the middle. "He's very lucky to have you as his father. You're an amazing one, as good as it gets. I should know."

His little sister's words brought tears to his eyes, but he blinked them away. He dropped a kiss on her head, the sound of the door opening again grabbing his attention. His mother walked out, heading over to Anthony and her new grandson. She hugged her eldest child, her happiness for him overflowing. She kissed his cheek, then the hand of her grandson. "Penelope is ready for you."

With a grin, Anthony made for the door, the midwife and Rielle exiting to give the viscount and viscountess privacy. He walked inside, Rielle pulling the door closed behind him. Penelope was sitting up in the bed, her hair brushed, and face cleansed, changed into a clean nightgown and robe on clean sheets.

She gave him a beautiful smile as Anthony made his way to her. "I told you it would be a boy."

Anthony let out a laugh, looking back down at their son pressing his lips to the baby's head. "I should know by now you're always right." He leaned over to set their child in his mother's arms.

As gently as possible, Anthony slid into the bed behind Penelope, cradling her in his arms. He pressed his lips to her hair, then her temple. "Thank you Penelope. Thank you for giving me the kind of life I thought had been taken from me." He always thought after his father died he would be forced to marry out of duty, have a marriage of convenience. He would have deeply loved any child of his, of course, but to love the mother of his children more than he thought possible made it all the sweeter.

Penelope turned her head to catch his lips in a kiss. If someone had told her in her first season, as awful as it was, that she would end up marrying Anthony Bridgerton in her second and have a son in the following she would have suggested they seek professional help. "Anthony, thank you for truly seeing me and accepting me as I am. You changed my life, and you are everything good in it." She glanced down at the baby in her arms. "And now we have Edmund. You gave me the life I thought was never meant for me."

Anthony cupped her cheek, kissing her forehead lovingly. Everything about this girl was perfect. "Who would've thought the perfect girl for me would turn out to by my favorite little redhead?"

Notes:

The epilogue is next!

Chapter 30: Down the Road

Summary:

A glimpse into Anthony and Penelope's life a few years down the road.

Notes:

Hello everyone! I apologize for the delay, my little kitten rescue I mentioned a few chapters back was spayed yesterday, so my usual writing time has been filled with giving her lots of snuggles and kisses. I also was hit with a personal crisis of sorts that I'm working through.

However, we are here for the Penthony goodness not my life struggles. Quick note: at the end of this chapter there's going to be a novella regrading the next story. I apologize in advance for it's length but please read it.

Without further ado, enjoy the epilogue of It Goes Like This.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Anthony walked in the door to Bridgerton House, having just come from having lunch with Simon. He and Penelope had moved into Bridgerton House around a year and a half ago, while Violet and the younger siblings took the townhome. "Daddy!" A five-year old little boy came barreling down the stairs, launching himself into his father's arms.

The viscount lifted his son into his arms, gazing down at his damn near carbon copy. Penelope had been right, as Edmund had grown he looked exactly like Anthony, same smile, same eyes. Even his facial features were identical. "There's my little man. How has your day been?"

Edmund grinned toothily at his father, a very proud look on his face. "I helped Mommy today with Arthur!"

"Oh, well I'm sure Mommy liked that very much."

The five year old nodded. "She said I'm Mommy's perfect little helper."

Anthony grinned at his child, tousling the boy's dark hair. "I am sure you are, son. Where is Mommy?"

Edmund pointed to the stairs. "She's putting baby brother down for a nap."

"Let's go say hi, hmm?" The pair headed up the staircase, heading for the nursery. As they came upon the room, Penelope was just exiting, pulling the door to but leaving it ajar.

She turned away to walk down the hall, her eyes catching sight of her husband and firstborn heading toward her. "Hello my loves." Penelope kissed her son's head before reaching up to kiss Anthony.

Edmund scrunched his face slightly at the action, prompting his father to laugh lightly and put the young boy on his feet. Anthony wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, kissing her again, this time more firmly. "Hello little love." Through the years, Anthony had kept that particular nickname for the redhead. The cute little smile she gave him in return was exactly why he had. "Did the boys behave for you?"

Penelope nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Edmund was a great help today, he would watch Arthur for me while I answered correspondence or attended to a few duties." The viscountess loved her children dearly.

After Anthony left earlier that morning, Edmund followed his mother into her personal morning room, her one and a half year old son on her hip. A nice little stack of post requiring her attention was piled on her desk. While he didn't always know why, the five year old did know his mother needed to respond to those in a timely manner. "Mommy, I can play with Art so you can do your work."

Penelope gave her son a soft smile. "Oh no, don't worry about that sweetheart. I'll attend to it later." She took a seat on the sofa, moving Arthur to her lap. Edmund crawled up next to her, reaching over to tickle his brother's tummy. Arthur giggled happily, extending his little hands toward Edmund.

The five year old gave his mother a look. "See, he wants to play. We'll be good, Ry can watch out for us to." Edmund had taken to calling Rielle, Ry. Her lady's maid had gone above and beyond when Edmund was still a baby. She had helped her lady with the young boy when needed, telling her to go take an hour for herself and she would listen for the baby waking up or watching him so Anthony and Penelope could spend time together without worry. As such, Rielle and Edmund had forged a bond and he loved the lady's maid same as he did his aunts.

It took a little more convincing from her child but eventually Penelope said yes as long as they stayed in the room with her, and that Rielle was close by. Her firstborn truly did take after his father, one of his first instincts being to help his mother with his sibling. As she answered her correspondence, one in particular pertaining to Francesca, she glanced over her shoulder to her sons. Rielle had laid out a large blanket on the floor so that Edmund and Arthur could play. Both her sons looked very much like Anthony, Arthur had her eyes and nose, his hair thick like hers. Anthony said Arthur had his father's chin, other than that though, he was all Anthony. Edmund truly however was a mini me of her husband. Violet said he looked identical to how Anthony did in his childhood days.

Anthony looked at his son over his wife's shoulder. He was speaking with Rielle about something, the lady's maid oohing and aahing in all that right places. "He told me, Mommy's perfect little helper."

Penelope giggled, playing with the hair at the nape of Anthony's neck. "He reminds me very much of you."

"You always say that."

"Because he is you! Not only in appearance but personality as well." She huffed. "Even Arthur looks very much like you."

The viscount gave his wife a sympathetic look, kissing her brow. "Perhaps our newest little one will take after you more." He placed a hand against the growing bump of her stomach. Penelope was just shy of twelve weeks pregnant with their third child. She placed her hand over his. "Maybe this one will be our first daughter."

She smile brightly, a laugh bubbling out of her. "Oh, if it is you are going to die. A little girl means something far different to her father than a son."

Anthony tipped his head in agreement. "You know when she comes of an age I will be absolutely awful."

"Yes I do. Thank goodness I will be there to keep you reined in." She kissed his lips lightly before pulling from his hold. "How is Simon?"

Rielle passed by them, Edmund's hand in hers, so she could take him for a snack. She shot them a pointed look, one they had come to learn meant to enjoy some time together, that she and the other staff would look after the little ones. It was during one of these child free times that they had conceived their third child in Anthony's study. Penelope wasn't sure if was when Anthony had her bent over his desk or when he had her pressed into the bookcase, but it was definitely that tryst that brought their unborn baby into being.

Anthony kept an arm around her waist as they strolled along, heading for the gardens to spend time together from prying eyes. "He's good. Belinda is apparently growing like a weed and keeps him and Daphne on their toes." Daphne was currently pregnant as well with her and Simon's third child, she was about a month further along than Penelope. The two young mothers had kept their close friendship going, bonding even more so through motherhood. It didn't hurt that Augie and Edmund were almost the same age, and that Belinda was only a year older than Arthur. Frequent playdates with the kids occurred, giving the duchess and viscountess endless time together.

Penelope sighed, nodding in understanding. Arthur had just started walking a little, it was amazing how fast such little legs could move. Edmund had started walking earlier than expected, he had delighted in running away from his parents, shrieking with laughter the whole time. Belinda was much the same. "I do hope Arthur is not quite as spirited in his walking as Edmund was."

"Augie apparently finds in hilarious to see his sister running her mother and father ragged."

The redhead shook her head. "He is entirely your and Simon's fault."

Anthony chuckled, giving her waist a squeeze. "We did not do anything with him we haven't done with Edmund. And our son is a perfect little gentleman."

Penelope hmmed. "Must be the mini viscount in him." She and Anthony shared a laugh. The other week Penelope had dressed Edmund in his fine clothes for Violet's birthday. When she emerged with her son, Anthony was wearing something identical. All night, Colin and Benedict had been calling their nephew the mini viscount. "Will he and Daphne make the dinner tonight?"

Anthony and her had invited the whole family over for dinner, keeping Violet's tradition of having multiple family dinners. "Yes, they and the children will be in attendance."

"Good." The husband and wife continued their way through the gardens, talking of little things, simply enjoying their life together.

"Augie, slow down!" The front door of Bridgerton House burst open, Augie zooming through it toward the drawing room where Anthony, Penelope, Edmund and Arthur were.

"Uncle Ant!" The little boy threw himself into his uncle's lap, who already had Edmund clinging to his arm. "Guess what? B made father crash into the stairs on our way here. She got free and when he tried to catch her he slipped and knocked into the stairs."

Anthony and Edmund both laughed at the little boy's story, it only furthering as Simon came in rubbing at his shoulder. "Yes son, thank you for telling everyone."

Daphne came in next, holding her daughter. "Oh darling, you know he will repeat it once the rest of the family arrive." She placed Belinda next to Arthur on the playmat before dropping onto the sofa next to Penelope. The two mothers cooed in adoration as the two toddlers embraced each other in a little hug. This wasn't anything new, but both women ate it up each time.

The foursome and their children waited about ten more minutes before the rest of the clan showed up. "Where are my munchkins at?"

At Colin's voice, Augie and Edmund leapt off the couch to run over to their uncle. Anthony crossed over to pick up his second born, offering his hand to Penelope to help her up. Simon did much the same, other than Belinda wanting to be held by her mother. They all headed into the foyer, seeing Augie and Edmund each latched around Colin's legs, laughing loudly as he walked around the entrance hall with them clinging to him. Colin had definitely cemented himself as the fun uncle. He still was unwed and didn't seem to have plans of rectifying that anytime soon, much to his mother's dismay.

Benedict stepped through the throng of people to kiss his sisters hello, lifting Belinda from Daphne. His wife, Sophie, was at his side, engulfing Daphne and Penelope with hugs. The couple had only been married about seven months, so they did not have children yet. Anthony and Daphne were the only two Bridgerton siblings to have graced Violet with grandchildren. "Good evening everyone. Fair warnings Daph, Pen. Mother is determined to have her grandchildren come spend the night so if you'd prefer that to not happen I'd intervene early."

As if to prove his point, Violet made her way toward the group, kissing Anthony, Pen, Daphne, and Simon all on the cheek in that order. She then took Arthur from Anthony and simply walked away with him, her son and his wife looking at each other amusedly. The viscount flashed a smirk at the redhead, "I think I'm good with a child free night. How about you Pen?"

She knew that look in his eyes, bringing a grin to her face. "Absolutely, she can take them." Daphne was a little more hesitant, but it seemed as though Simon was trying to convince her.

Soon everyone was gathered around the dinner table, Anthony was at the head with Pen on his right and Edmund his left while Arthur was next to his mother. Eloise, Arthur's godmother, was on his other side while Simon was next to Edmund, Augie and Belinda, between him and Daphne. Colin was next to the duchess, with Benedict and Sophie across from him. Gregory and Hyacinth sat on either side of their mother, who was seated at the other end of the table. Only one person was absent.

Francesca was in Scotland. A few years earlier, she had married John Sterling. Penelope had successfully introduced the two and they had married quickly. After two years, John died in his sleep leaving her a young widow. Further tragedy struck when she found out she was with child only to miscarry the baby. Violet begged her daughter to come home, be surrounded by her family but Francesca didn't. She decided to remain in Scotland near her late husband's family, sending letters to keep her family updated on her life and how she was doing following her losses. Her absence was always felt when the family gathered, but Francesca was a grown woman, and they would respect her choice.

Violet smiled around at her family, grinning especially at her grandchildren. She flashed each Daphne and Penelope a warm smile. "Daph, Pen how are you both feeling?" She was overjoyed that her daughters were pregnant once more, and at the same time.

The two women shared a look. Violet was always very involved during each pregnancy, ensuring that Anthony and Simon were doing as they should and being supportive husbands during this time. Penelope smiled at her mother in law. "I feel very well, so far everything has been good. This pregnancy has been the easiest so far."

Daphne answered, "I am doing fine, as well. The baby is most active in the mornings, very different from Augie and Belinda."

Anthony and Simon shared a laugh, knowing they were to be questioned next. "And you two are being supportive yes?"

They dutifully replied they were, Anthony reaching over to kiss his wife's cheek. "Edmund is also being supportive, aren't you son?"

The five year old's face lit up and he nodded rapidly. "I'm Mommy's perfect little helper."

Violet smiled at the young boy lovingly. "That is wonderful, darling. I'm very proud of you for helping your mother."

Penelope winked at her son, he grinning at her in return.

After the family left, Anthony and Penelope bid their sons goodnight, Edmund running back to hug his father twice before leaving with his grandmother. Penelope pouted at her husband. "He likes you more than me."

Anthony laughed, leading his wife back into the house. "He does not like me more than you."

"He didn't hug me again."

"No, but he did hug you and kiss both of your cheeks before leaving." He kissed her temple. "He does not have a favorite."

Penelope shook her head. "You are his world. You are his hero. You are everything he wants to be." She sighed dramatically. "I'm just his mother."

Anthony laughed heartily, wrapping her up in his arms. "Just his mother? Just the one who gave him life?"

She waved off his comment. "He doesn't care about that." She cradled her bump. "Little one I need you like me. These boys love daddy more."

The viscount dropped to his knees, pressing his lips to her baby bump. "Mommy is crazy, you remember that." Penelope lightly swatted his head. "Also remember, it is Mommy who is taking care of you and who will bring you into this world. Make sure to thank her one day."

He stood, kissing her lips lightly. "Our boys love you more than anything. They get that from me." Penelope had to smile at that, it was good answer. "I know you can't ride because of the baby, but do you want to go to the meadow?"

"Yes!" The pair had continued to venture to the meadow, it still being their special place. It was where she had told Anthony she was pregnant with Arthur. It was where they had gone when Penelope had a final conversation with her mother, when she showed up right after Arthur's birth asking for money again. Penelope had told her mother that she would not give her a cent, nor would she ever meet her grandchildren. Without support, Lady Featherington and Prudence had been forced to leave London, retreating to a small country home permanently. Phillipa had married Mr. Finch, managing to escape that fate.

Their meadow had also been the place Penelope decided to retire as Lady Whistledown. After giving birth to Edmund, she went only more season as the anonymous gossip columnist. When she told her husband, he had been surprised.

"You want to stop?"

Penelope nodded slowly, still processing her decision. "I do. I still love Lady Whistledown, and I'm still happy and proud that I did it. But I started Whistledown at a time in my life where I thought she was all I would have." She brushed some hair from her husband's face. "But now she's not important anymore. You are important, our son is important. I would rather lie in bed with you on a lazy morning, or sing to Edmund in the gardens. I don't care about the gossip, I don't care about notoriety. Nothing about Lady Whistledown is better than my life with you."

Anthony smiled at her, reaching out to take her hands and bring them to his lips. "You know I'm good with whatever you want. You always have my support." He laughed a little. "It's funny though."

"What is?"

He gave her a slow grin. "You being Whistledown is what brought us together. For her to go away, it feels a little bit like a loss."

Penelope moved closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It is one. But she's from my past. I don't need her in our future."

They took a carriage, the driver moving along the riding paths and into the field. Anthony and Penelope walked through the tree line the small way until they emerged in the meadow. Penelope gave a contented sigh. "We need to bring the children here. I'm surprised we haven't done so already."

Anthony watched as she walked through the wildflowers, dragging her hands along the petals. Sometimes when they came here, he saw that girl from 6 years ago. That girl who stole his heart, his name, his entire life. She was the loveliest thief there was. Penelope shot him a smile over his shoulder, he grinning in return walking over to her. "Come here little love." He took her into his arms bringing her into a waltz position. "I want to dance with you."

She giggled. "Anthony, there's no music."

"We don't need it." A melody in his head, Anthony led his wife through a simple waltz, they spinning around in the wildflowers surrounding them, a setting sun overhead.

Penelope kept her eyes on his, drinking in the beauty of her husband. He was absolutely gorgeous inside and out, had the most amazing heart. "What are you thinking?"

Anthony dipped her slightly, the ends of her hair brushing the tips of the flower petals. "I'm so in love with you. And I hope you know, darling, your love is worth more than its weight in gold." He kissed her temple, his lips against her skin as he continued. "We've come so far, my dear. Look how we've grown. Grown together, grown a family, grown even closer than before."

Penelope felt tears fall from her eyes, he catching them with his thumb, brushing them away with the utmost tenderness. "To be your friend was all I ever wanted; to have you love was all I ever dreamed." She pressed her forehead to his. "I fell in love with you the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."