Chapter 1
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"Colin!" a very pregnant Penelope Bridgerton half wailed, half moaned. "Your…your mother is waiting for me." She was presently bent over the edge of a small sofa in the Bridgerton waiting room, her hands desperately clenching the arms of the cushions for stability as Colin Bridgerton thrust into her repeatedly from behind. Penelope's legs had long since given out on her, trembling first then failing her completely as her husband brought her to climax not once, not twice, but verging on a third. She was on her knees, round bottom out in the air, face either buried in the cushions to stifle her moans or gasping as she looked down to see her rather enlarged bosom swinging in rhythm with Colin's thrusts.
Colin gripped her waist and brought her backward to his cock, holding her still for a moment as she thrashed against his hard chest. He leaned in and Penelope felt his warm, ragged breath on her ear, as he whispered, "Well, you were rather late to my dear mother's last luncheon and I daresay she will not be surprised in the least with another late arrival." Penelope's already flushed face darkened, flushing an even deeper shade of pink as she remembered arriving nearly twenty minutes into the previous luncheon, hosted by Violet Bridgerton. The host had given her son & his new wife knowing looks as they looked anywhere but at her face.
Today's invitation, however, was solely for Penelope. Violet was concerned for her newest daughter in law, wanting to ensure that she was being cared for properly in her late pregnancy. Penelope's own mother Portia was rather lacking in this area, being too preoccupied with herself to prepare Penelope for her impending labor and birth. Violet was concerned that Penelope may be innocently unaware of the difficulties involves in child birth.
Penelope was so grateful that her new mother in law had so quickly and graciously accepted Colin's unexpected proposal to her. Violet had been nothing but welcoming, and Penelope felt loved and cared for by Violet's insistence on monthly luncheons.
Today was another one of Violet's luncheons, but Colin was not invited. Violet had specifically spoken to Colin to let him know that he was to occupy himself elsewhere for the afternoon, much to his displeasure. Colin found himself extremely reluctant to be separated from his wife since their nuptials 8 months prior, but especially as Penelope neared time to give birth to their first child.
He informed his mother of such, to which Violet rolled her eyes and replied that the latter fact was precisely the reason for a private luncheon between the two women.
Sulking, Colin had still accompanied Penelope to Bridgerton house. It was upon arriving early and being seated in the waiting room that led to he and Penelope's situation.
They had been seated, and as Penelope smiled sweetly at him over pastries, Colin felt himself stirring. Her smile reminded him of their couplings from late last night into the early morning. He shift uncomfortably as his pants seemed to tighten. Images flashed through his brain of Penelope, breathless and wanton under his thrusting hips, as she begged him, babbling frantically. Penelope, on her knees with her sweet mouth around his thick cock, eyes shining with love as he groaned and gripped her face, guiding her as her delicious mouth worked it's magic on his length. Penelope, trembling and spent underneath him, her soft breasts still shaking. Her breasts…as large and lovely as they always had been, but swollen with milk in her late pregnancy.
Colin's mouth watered as he attempted to adjust his posture, holding a plate over his bulging cock in an attempt to hide his arousal from Penelope. Penelope leaned forward to offer him another pastry, and Colin barely refrained from choking as her bosom spilled out over her dress. Bless Penelope, but her breasts had done nothing but inch upward in size since becoming pregnant on their honeymoon. Within weeks of her pregnancy becoming evident, Penelope was embarrassedly heading to the modiste to request adjustments in the top of her gowns long before she would need adjustments in the middle of the gowns.
Colin took perverted pleasure in his wife's expanding figure. He knew that she was still mortified by how much larger her breasts had become, but Colin found pleasure in her humiliation as well. He enjoyed pointing out their growth to her, smiling wickedly as her cheeks flushed or her breathing increased.
As Colin tried to control himself while pondering all of these pleasantries, Penelope gave him an odd look. She took a bite of the lemon pastry she had chosen, not noticing as miniscule crumbs slipped into her cleavage. She closed her eyes in pleasure at the taste, not noticing how Colin also closed his eyes for different reasons. He gritted his teeth and swallowed. "Be a gentleman," He thought to himself. He had made Penelope late to their last luncheon and forced her to enter the room where his mother was waiting, without much time to refresh herself. Her dress had been rumpled and crooked, her hair out of sorts, her lips swollen and plump from his rough kisses, and he - well. Colin had been nothing if not the same sight. His pants were not on properly, his necktie loose, his hair also ruffled and misplaced. Colin had allowed himself more time to right himself than he had allowed Penelope, purposely wanting his mother to know exactly what had just occured. Violet had taken a single look and given them knowing glances of disapproval, mixed with mild humor. Penelope had sat stiffly the entire length of the luncheon, ripe with embarrassment that her mother in law was quite aware of what had just most likely occurred between her son and his wife.
Colin exhaled, coming back to the present. He swallowed thickly as his eyes remained glued to Penelope's expansive cleavage, where the crumbs had slid and disappeared. His cock absolutely throbbed, becoming almost painful. He shifted, attempting to dissolve the tension in his shoulders as he silently begged himself to hold onto self control. Penelope giggled at his expression, unknowingly causing her bosom to jiggle. And with the jiggle, came her demise. Colin's remaining self control snapped.
"Oh!" Penelope gasped as Colin suddenly stood, towering over her. His eyes were dark and fixed…on her breasts. She blushed, knowing that this particular dress was a bit snug over her rounded belly and heavy, milk filled breasts. "Oh, Colin, no - Your mother - No, we—" she cut off as Colin's hands touched her chest. His large hands cupped her swollen breasts and she moaned. Penelope hated herself in that moment. In the last stretch of her pregnancy, her hormones had ruled her and wrecked her. She had no strength or resistance as of late. Helplessly, moans and breathy gasps escaped her. "God," she thought to herself. "Penelope Bridgerton, you MUST get ahold of yourself," her inner voice shouted.
Colin's hands were roughly palming her, working their way into her snug dress. Her eyes rolled back into her head as one large hand cupped her bare breast, brushing the nipple. He stared straight into her eyes as he removed one hand from her breasts, and began to pull up the ruffles of her dress from near her ankles. Struggling to sit up, Penelope tried to protest, but her round belly made it difficult. Her heaving chest was now also in her way. How Penelope Bridgerton had ended up flat on her back, breasts freed from her dress and said dress bunched around her waist only ten minutes before intending to lunch with Lady Violet Bridgerton, was beyond her. She squealed in miserable pleasure, as Colin's fingers played near her entrance.
Penelope knew that she should absolutely insist they stop immediately. She would be, most likely late to lunch, should they continue. Her brain pleaded with her, but thoughts rapidly dissolved as Colin thrust a single finger inside of her. Penelope barely had time to process the first finger's pleasure before a second finger was added. Colin smirked as her protests died out, her head falling back onto the sofa, her hands desperately trying to clutch for something to hold onto. He glanced at the clock, mentally calculating the time remaining. He shrugged, then added a third finger to Penelope's wetness, letting his thumb begin to wander in circles around her clit.
Colin felt a smidge badly that he was aware of the lack of self control his sweet, pregnant Penelope had these days. But he didn't feel badly enough not to take advantage of it; in fact, he decidedly enjoyed taking advantage of it. He knew in the back of his mind that her heightened hormones did play a large part, but he was also slightly arrogant enough to believe that his sexual prowess was responsible for forcing Penelope into multiple orgasms, more than he had ever imagined possible to give a woman. His cock shuddered in his pants at the thought of Penelope writhing, screaming his name as he finished her. His fingers pumped in and out of Penelope as Colin's mind wandered to the recent memory of Penelope nearly blacking out after her fifth orgasm on one particular night.
Penelope's labored breathing and increasing pitch alerted Colin to the fact that she was close to finish. He increased the pressure of his finger thrusts, her body bucking in response. He exhaled in pleasure at the sight of her body beneath him, belly round with his child, breasts fallen out of her dress, her eyes wide, mouth round with arousal and desire. "Oh, God - Colin, I'm - Colin!!!!" Colin's hand gently covered Penelope's mouth to muffle her shriek. She trembled and rocked, the orgasm taking hold of her. Penelope's fingers desperately searched around for something to grasp, becoming more frantic as she uncontrollably spasmed while finding nothing to hold onto. Unable to quiet herself, she finally settled for placing her hand upon Colin's to muffle her cries.
As her pleasure gradually subsided, Colin withdrew his fingers from her. He knelt beside her, stroking her face and whispering gently to her. When Penelope opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Colin's proud face. Even after being married for eight months, her face still instantly flushed whenever Colin displayed pride in her pleasure. Which, she wryly thought to herself, had been in abundance lately. Penelope said nothing as Colin held out a hand to her to assist with sitting up. She struggled upward, face crimson with a mix of wanton shame upon realizing she had allowed her burgeoning hormones to control her once again.
Colin took a seat next to her, rubbing her hands gently. He sensed her inner distress, but found it rather amusing. He also felt a small swell of pride that her arousal over his cock could overwhelm her normal common sense and self control.
He peppered the soft skin of her neck with gentle kisses, intending to help her straighten out her disheveled dress and refresh herself. He fully intended for his wife to arrive on time and was also determined that this time, he would not force her to arrive quite obviously having just been fucked by him.
He remained pressing kisses onto her soft skin as she still sat quietly, heavy chest still somewhat heaving. Colin caught himself and abruptly forced his eyes away from her bouncing…flushed…delicate and beautiful…breasts. He cursed himself as he felt his cock harden even further than it already was. "Here, let me assist you as you refresh yourself," Colin offered to Penelope. She nodded gratefully as he began to attempt to stuff her breasts back into her dress. He quickly gave up this task as his cock rose, and anyway - the task seemed impossible. He wasn't sure how she'd managed to get them into the dress in the first place. Their swollen, round form didn't seem to fit back into the cups of her brassiere in the top of the gown. Instead, he tugged on her dress and settled it around her ankles.
Penelope sighed gently as his hands smoothed her ruffled hair back into place. Her eyes shone with love at his tender care for the appearance of her hair and gown.
She placed a small kiss on Colin's cheeks, her own rosy and beautiful. As she stood to finish straightening herself out, the only thing that seemed to remain was the task of getting her breasts back into the gown. Pregnancy had made her nipples extremely sensitive and prone to leaking white pearly liquid should too much pressure be applied, so as gently as possible she began to attempt to adjust herself. After a few attempts, Penelope realized Colin's eyes were fixed like glue on her bosom being pushed and squeezed together in her attempts to right her appearance. His eyes were dark again, and she began to feel flustered.
Glancing at the clock, Penelope began to panic. She had approximately four minutes before she was to meet with Violet! And it was rather customary that she arrive a few moments ahead of time, even with one's own family. Her attempts to stuff her large, heavy breasts back into her tight dress began to display her panic and Colin exhaled, swallowing painfully as she pulled angrily at her dress. Gods! She was erotic even when she didn't intend to be.
Colin was just stepping forward to offer more assistance or to question if she would like a maid to assist when Penelope gave one final effort. She lifted her breasts as high as they would seemingly go, pulled her dress top as far out as it would stretch, and clearly attempted to "drop" her heaving melons into the dress. Colin nearly made a leaking mess in his pants as he watched her heavy tits, may God forgive him for referring to them like that, hit the top of her dress and overflow once more out of the top. An audible groan rolled from his mouth as they bounced several times while Penelope stood, clearly angry and humiliated over the matter. His fists clenched in an attempt to control himself. "I should comfort her," his aroused, frenzied thoughts drifted. Without meaning to, Colin's feet headed toward his wife.
Chapter 2: Chapter Two
Summary:
Penelope's second orgasm hits hard!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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Before he knew what had overtaken him, Colin's large hands were gripping Penelope's waist and guiding her back to the sofa. Already breathing heavily in her frustration, Penelope could do little but stammer and push weakly back at Colin. Her hormones were surging again, clearly. She couldn't tear herself away from Colin's dark, lecherous gaze, and much to her dismay, desperate whimpers were pouring from her own mouth as Colin's hands laid her down on the sofa.
As if listening from the sidelines, Penelope heard her own voice, shaking, begging Colin simultaneously not to cause her to be late for lunch and to please take her right here on the sofa.
Colin couldn't hold back if he had tried. Seeing her enlarged breasts bounce had triggered something primal within him. He HAD to have his way with her. Lunch with his mother, be damned. He quickly slid off his trousers and pulled his shirt and tie off. Penelope was weakly attempting to push him off, but her hands were only succeeding at pawing near his cock and upper thighs, making his arousal even worse. In the distant background, Colin could faintly hear something coming from her lips that sounded like "…be late for this lunch…oh, Colin, I need you inside of me…we shouldn't…"
Colin grabbed her dress and bunched it around her waist. He had helped her put back on her panties after her first orgasm, but Christ, were they wet. He pulled them down her plump thighs, inhaling her sweet scent while she wriggled in preparation. She was soaking wet, nearly to the point of dripping. He finally pulled the panties off completely and tossed them to the side. Penelope's dress was now rumpled around her round belly, swollen with his first child, and he paused to take in the view. He had been to many countries, and experimented in many ways. None of those experiences came close to the sense of completion and totality that Penelope lovingly provided to him. Gods, was she beautiful. He looked down on her form, his breath catching in his throat at her beauty and uniqueness.
Not to be caught in sentimentality, Colin readied himself over Penelope's spread legs, listening to her whimper and moan incoherently. The farther her pregnancy progressed, the easier it was to work her into a state of nonsense. Her normal way with words typically vanished after a single orgasm, and it wasn't unusual for her to be babbling Colin's name and other frenzied chatter without making sense. He found it endearing, and hadn't mentioned her newfound habit of babbling to her out of fear of embarrassing her. Colin was aware that at times pregnancy had made Penelope feel undignified, and didn't want to add to it. He added enough already by causing notice every time she struggled to sit up with her rounded belly in their marriage bed, or by insisting on sampling a drink every time her milk swollen breasts decided to leak. She never denied him, but her entire body would flush as he enjoyed himself.
Penelope's hands were still pawing around, bringing Colin back to the present moment. "Oh, Pen, you're so fucking wet for me," he murmured. She arched her back, clearly ready for him to stop talking and start moving. He was more than happy to oblige. Colin held himself in his hand as he guided himself in, nearly choking upon beginning to enter her. Pregnancy had made her inner channel several degrees warmer, it seemed, and this change never ceased to stun him. She was still extremely tight, even with her overflowing juices. Her eyes fluttered as he pushed his cock further into her, finally settling into the crook of her hips. "Oh, Christ," he grimaced as he fought the urge to spend himself immediately. She was squeezing everything from him without even intending to.
Her hips bucked involuntarily and Colin again had to grit his teeth to hold out. Just her appearance, disheveled and improper beneath him, had him ready to impregnate her again if that was possible. He sucked in a breath after glancing downward, seeing her breasts still freely bouncing and jostling. Colin began to allow his strong hips to hammer into her, telling himself to be mindful of her condition. His mindfulness rapidly disappeared as Penelope's small hands found their way to his ass. Fuck, she knew he couldn't hold off when she did that!
Colin's eyes slid shut briefly before he quickly glanced at her face as he continued to pump into her, hips slapping together. He did a double take at her facial expression - Penelope was smirking.
Colin's jaw tightened. He doubled his pace, taking satisfaction as the smirk began to disappear, replaced by a hazy lustful countenance. "Oh!" Penelope gasped. She was squeaking at this point, unsure of what was happening. For a brief moment, she'd thought that she might take control after observing him near completion.
Colin hammered into her now, his rhythm becoming unsteady, ensuring he rubbed her clit every single time he slid back into her wetness. The moment he had seen her smirk, his pride had raged and insisted he regain control. His manliness demanded that Penelope finish screaming his name, panting, begging, knowing she was at his mercy. And he could tell that she was now close to all of these things, her mouth open wide with no words coming out, her breathing ragged and gasping his name.
Colin leaned in close and his voice was guttural with desire. "You are underneath me yet again, Penelope Bridgerton, for the fifth time in less than twenty four hours. Begging. Panting. Quivering and shaking. Your breasts, swollen with my child's milk, bouncing all around, unable to be contained in your bodice with their size. You ache and beg for my body to complete you. Say that you are hungry for my cock - SAY it." He hissed into her ear.
Penelope could not say a single word - her body had betrayed her and burst into an explosion of pleasure at Colin's rough touch and last few words. She was loudly crying out, her body arched as much as it could in her pregnant state, legs jerking. Colin leaned in, still holding her hip with one hand but taking one of her wobbling breasts in the other. He lifted it to his mouth, eager to confirm his theory that she was prone to leaking during orgasm. He rolled her nipple into his mouth as Penelope wailed, and gave a long suck - he was correct! Sweet liquid melted onto his tongue. At the taste and feel of this experience, Colin could no longer contain himself. He thrust into her quivering body once more, hard, then spent his seed inside of her. Christ, there was so much. He surprised even himself with the amount that he felt release inside of her.
Colin collapsed beside Penelope on the sofa, breathing hard. She was positively glowing, her hair unfixable, her dress crumpled and wrinkled, bunched beyond fixing. He felt a moment of guilt for what he had just done to her, yet again before she was to meet with his mother.
His mother! His eyes flew open and he tried hastily to ascertain the time. "Penelope!" He gasped. He had lost all track of time, and to be sure Violet Bridgerton was probably growing concerned with Penelope's tardiness. She had been informed of their arrival, so she knew that they were in the waiting room. Penelope mumbled a sleepy, "Hmm?" in response, still dazed by her climax.
He slid out from underneath her, carelessly grabbing a scrap of fabric he assumed to be a kerchief off the floor and wiping himself. Hastily, Colin slid his pants back on before examining Penelope's state. "Christ," he muttered. It was bad. His hand came to his forehead as he worriedly tried to come up with an explanation for Penelope's appearance, her tardiness, his state - her appearance alone made it quite obvious he had yet again taken his liberties with her.
Gently, he roused Penelope and helped her sit up. He tugged and straightened out her dress, as she worried her lip over her appearance. Her face was growing pale at the realization that she would, once again, have to face Violet Bridgerton in this state.
Her breasts were STILL unconfined and struggling to do anything but bounce when they attempted to slip her dress over them. Colin paused briefly as an idea entered his mind. He coughed, deciding it was far too dirty of a suggestion to voice, no matter how desperate the situation got.
Penelope's eyes began to fill with tears over her state as she frantically tugged on her dress. "Oh, Colin, please," she begged. "I will have to call for a maid. I cannot allow your mother to discover me in this state, and surely she will be checking in soon. Oh, I cannot believe this has happened to me!!"
Colin's heartstrings tugged at seeing his poor wife this upset. He hesitated. Should he voice his suggestion, so that they may handle the matter privately? He contemplated, unconsciously shaking his head as the decision not to voice his idea was made. Desperate, Penelope asked, "What is it? What are you shaking your head for?"
Colin avoided her eyes. "No - There was no reason. I simply was reacting to this situation," he lied. Penelope studied his face. "If you have a suggestion, please. We cannot tear my dress, but any other alternative should be considered."
Colin felt guilt swamping his entire body for what he was about to suggest Penelope allow him to do to her body. "It would be to help her, not to pleasure you," his mind argued.
He swallowed. "We could…
Notes:
As always, thank you for reading. There will be seven chapters total.
Chapter 3: chapter 3
Summary:
Penelope gets filled, yet again.
Notes:
I love a helpless Penelope / horny Colin combo, if it isn't obvious :-D
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He swallowed. "We could…I think that if we could get your breasts a bit lubricated that I could then slide them back into the dress as you tug on the fabric." Penelope stared at him, not comprehending what he was implying. She glanced around for a basin of water, any liquid possible to use but there was none. Colin wiped his hands over his face. God forgive him. He reached for Penelope's hands, and tenderly held her trembling fingers while tactfully attempting to state the idea to a gentle woman.
"What I mean to say," he began, careful to keep a neutral expression on his face, "is that we could possibly take some of the lubricant a body naturally produces and utilize that to our advantage." He pressed his lips together before stealing a quick glance at her expression. Penelope's face was blank. Clearly, she was still too innocent for her own good.
Colin decided to just get it over with. "Penelope, I fear that we may need to smear my seed over your lovely breasts, just this once, to attempt to slide them back into your dress." There. He'd said it. He felt positively lecherous for suggesting his beautiful, delicate wife allow him to smear his spend on her creamy breasts moments before appearing before his own mother.
Penelope's cheeks developed pink spots in the midst of her pale features. She searched her husband's face for a sign of mirth, any indication that he was being humorous, but found none. Her jaw dropped slightly at the realization of what Colin was suggesting to her. But this was Colin, her dear husband. Sweet Colin, he would never dream of hurting her or guiding her wrong. And he would most assuredly never suggest doing something like this unless he truly felt it the only remaining option.
Seeing Penelope's hesitation, Colin chastised himself. Of course this was a ridiculous notion. They would call for a maid to assist. "Forgive me, Penelope, I should never have suggested that. I only thought, to maintain your privacy, that this would avoid the necessity of a maid. Please, Pen, you must know that that was my only reason for suggesting —" he was cut off by her resolute nod and grasping of his hands. She was pulling him to his feet whilst murmuring "Of course, Colin. This is the only option. You know how household servants spread word secretly. I will not be the laughingstock of the servants in this house. Please, help me to… to… do this." Her open, trusting face nearly caused Colin a sharp gasp of pain as blood flowed yet again to his thick cock. Six times in twenty four hours was causing him to feel slightly raw, in the best way possible. Hearing his dear wife ask for his assistance is spreading his seed was almost too much for Colin to bear.
Confusedly, Colin watched Penelope kneel before him and raise her chin. "What are you doing?" he asked her. Penelope looked at him from her spot on the floor as he towered, standing over her. "I thought you would..well, please forgive me. I assumed that I would need to be in this position if you were to spend yourself over my chest.." She whispered, slightly embarrassed at the possibility that she may have misunderstood.
Colin's legs nearly gave way. He choked, breathing in raggedly with the realization that she thought he was going to bring himself to completion upon her creamy, round breasts. He had only intended to take some from her that he had already spilled inside of her, and smear it lightly. Colin felt lightheaded at this opportunity that miscommunication was granting him. Guilt crept in immediately after. This was his wife. His innocent, sweet Pen.
Oh, the fact that she knelt before him trusting him to spend himself on her chest without question…It was making Colin's cock so painfully hard that black spots began to appear in his vision. Christ, he wanted to do what she believed they would do. His brain whirled, trying to decide between what was initially planned or what was being allowed.
Colin's cock twitched, and he knew that he was going to take the opportunity Penelope was sweetly, innocently offering him. At some point, he would tell her that he never intended for it to go this far, but for now…
Penelope thrust out her chest to attempt to give Colin ample room to aim, and Colin closed his eyes at the sight. He needed to spend himself, and quickly, but did not want to embarass himself doing so. His hands worked his long, thick cock and the sight of Penelope's bare, painfully swollen breasts on display, pink nipples poking delicately, was too much. Colin had no self control left to pull from. He cursed as he tried to stop himself, but Penelope's sweet trust and her tripled in size breasts were his undoing.
Colin's breathing became dangerously ragged as he desperately squeezed to no avail. His seed was spewing on Penelope's mounds - "too much, too much" his brain cried. Colin's hands worked without his consent, he lifted Penelope from her knees and dragged her dress upward in one swift motion. She cried out as Colin's hands lifted her padded bottom high and settled her back down on his still spewing cock. Colin nearly collapsed at the pleasure of ramming his cock, jerking with come, into Penelope's soft wetness. She was so pleasantly round that he could now barely support her in this position, and he was sorely disappointed to discover this. It was a favorite position of his. He quickly pulled out, and spun her around. Penelope squealed as he re entered her from behind, still shooting semen. His hands gripped her hips roughly, pounding against her rounded bottom. She felt his seed fill her beyond what should be possible, sloshing with his rapid in and out jerking.
"Colin!" Penelope shrilled in surprise and alarm. She had braced herself to feel his seed running down her breasts, but was unprepared for more of it between her trembling thighs. Surely, none of it had gotten onto her dress! Why, she would need to leave immediately and there would be no explaining to Violet if that was the case.
Colin lowered her down, setting her on a nearby chair. He wore a rakish grin, evilly taking in the sight of his own seed spilled onto her ample bosom. Penelope flushed under his heated stare, and began to smear the "lubrication" over her breasts in preparation for their final idea. She gestured for him to place his palms over her breasts, barely refraining from crying out as he crushed her nipples on purpose. Her own milk began to bead up, dribbling, mixing with his creamy white liquid. Colin's eyes were glued to her chest as the two liquids mixed under his hands. Penelope began to pull at her dress, waiting for Colin to try his part of their idea, but the action never came. His attention was solely fixed on smearing the cream together over her breasts, his hot breath coming in pants. "Colin!" She snapped. "For Christ's sake, help me!"
Colin at least had the decency to look mildly apologetic, but couldn't hide his appreciation for the visual from spreading across his face as he began to palm her breasts and push on them. Penelope ignored him, just hoping he could focus long enough to slide her breasts into this cursed dress once and for all - and with several wet slopping sounds, her ample breasts did manage to find their way back into the cups of her bodice.
Colin licked his lips and sighed. "Penelope, there is still… there is remaining liquid. And I fear that I selfishly took the only stray handkerchief in the room for myself." Penelope paused in horror. What should she do?! Her poor mind whirled. She glared at Colin - his sexual appetite was always causing her to fall into these situations! With a sigh, Penelope decided the quickest and most thorough way to clean herself would be to scoop up the remaining seed with her fingers and eat it.
She did so, not missing how Colin's jaw dropped. Briskly, she strode to the mirror and hastily rearranged her hair and dress. "Colin," she called. "I am in need of my panties still. Would you locate them for me? After that, I absolutely must make haste. Who knows whether your mother will believe whatever poor excuse I manage to concoct on the way."
At the very moment of her asking, Colin himself was coming to an awful realization. It was not, in fact, a kerchief he had found and used on himself. It was, unfortunately, a scrap of fabric so thin and tiny that it should be illegal to have been called panties. Colin swallowed, unsure of how he would explain himself to his wife. Could she still wear them? He examined them. No. They were soaked and smeared with white stickiness sopping it.
"Colin, did you find them? I am ready now." announced Penelope. Colin approached her, hands behind his back. "Eerr.." he began. "You see, I.." He drifted off. Penelope held out her hand impatiently for the fabric as Colin exhaled and pursed his lips. "Pen, I am so very sorry but I believed them to be a kerchief and…used them..to clean myself up after our first initial coupling."
Penelope was aghast. Surely Colin could not be serious! She held out her hand once again, demanding them. She would just have to suffer and wear them anyway. However, after Colin sheepishly handed the fabric to her Penelope realized it was impossible. They were drenched and still dripping. She often forgot the volume of semen Colin was capable of producing time after time, with little recuperation time in between. It was no wonder she was pregnant after simply two to three weeks of honeymooning immediately after their wedding. Colin had shocked her the first several times they consummated their marriage, and she had been mortified at how stuffed full she was after he finished. Her mother had not prepared her adequately for the expectation of a normal male's release, let alone for one as endowed and energetic as Colin Bridgerton. Penelope had learned to somewhat control the mess from the large volume Colin would spend between her legs, ignoring him grinning cheekily at her while she tried her best to minimize the dripping as she walked to the powder room to refresh herself.
Penelope steeled herself, gathering her senses. Blinking rapidly, she decided that she would just not think of her scandalous actions of forgoing panties in the presence of her dear mother in law. That was all there was to be done. She was nearly twenty minutes late and already needed to account for that. Surely she, Penelope Bridgerton, could pretend all was well for a brief lunch hour?
Colin watched amusedly as Penelope was clearly running dozens of options through her, squaring her shoulders as she seemed to make a decision. "I shall have to go without," she declared to the both of them. Firmly, she nodded to herself. Colin raised a hand to his mouth to conceal his smirking laughter, slipping the panties into his own pocket for safe keeping.
Penelope glared at him as she began to make her way out of the room. "Colin Bridgerton, whatever shall I tell your mother? This cannot happen next month. You just had to have me, in the waiting room, immediately before a luncheon with your mother?" Her huffs could be heard as she made her way out of the room and down the long hallways of Bridgerton House.
Colin shook his head in wry amusement before taking a look around the room. His heart swelled with love as he returned to the sofa that he had just bent his precious wife over the edge of. Sitting down, he reclined and crossed his feet, preparing to rest his eyes while his wife braved through a luncheon, pantiless.
Chapter 4: Ch4
Summary:
Penelope has to face Violet Bridgerton, her mother in law, after just being fucked by Colin.
Chapter Text
Penelope paused outside of the tea room, worrying her lip. She had adjusted her dress, smoothed her hair as best it could be smoothed, and taken several deep, calming breaths. However, she had made the mistake of glancing in a mirror outside the tea room, and now her confidence had withered, her nerves over taking her, her rounded belly tossing with angst. Her glance in the mirror had revealed plump, kiss swollen lips, faint love marks on her still heaving bosom, flushed and rosy cheeks, and that the entirety of her body was still slightly trembling from her multiple climaxes.
The door suddenly swung open, Violet Bridgerton rushing out. Her intent had been to call for a maid to check on her dear daughter in law, concerned that she may be experiencing early pains or sickness. Penelope was, after all, only a month away from preparing to have her son Colin's first born, and bless Violet's discretion - but she would also not be surprised if the baby were to arrive any day now. Colin could not seem to keep his hands off of Penelope as their wedding had neared, and Violet had feared many times that Penelope would deliver only six or seven months after being married as a result. All of Violet's boys had been rather large at birth, so it was no surprise to Violet that Penelope seemed to grow rounder in the belly by the week, struggling to catch her breath or walk briskly.
However, Violet was surprised to have found Penelope hovering near the door whilst already being tardy for lunch. Tardiness, when her son didn't inflict it upon Penelope, was not a typical character trait of her sweet daughter in law.
"Penelope!" Violet exclaimed, reaching for an embrace. "What are you hovering about for? Please, do come and sit." Penelope smiled gratefully and walked to the tea table. Violet's eyes narrowed for a moment with concern as she noticed Penelope's odd behavior. She seemed to be walking slowly, and her cheeks were pale yet flushed all at once. Poor Penelope's dress was strained and ill-fitting in the belly and bosom, and Violet pitied her. Surely Colin was allowing her to rest..?
Violet immediately suspected that Penelope's labor was near and was determined to speak with the girl regarding the difficulties that lay ahead, and how to best get through them.
Penelope felt relieved that Violet hadn't questioned her on her tardiness. Unbeknownst to her, Violet immediately assumed that Penelope was feeling unwell and attempting to hide it after she had also made the assumption that Penelope's flushed face and odd gait were a result of impending labor pains. Had Violet known the cause of the flushed cheeks was nothing to do with childbirth, and everything to do with her son and his incorrigible behavior, she may have had more to say.
The two quietly sipped their tea, dining on refreshing sandwiches. Penelope was feeling more relaxed by the minute, convincing herself that she could easily make it through the lunch now without Violet sensing anything amiss. Violet did seem to be observing her closely, but Penelope didn't believe she suspected anything even remotely relevant to what had just occurred in the waiting room.
"And what was Colin's plans during our lunch, dear? Was he to make himself useful perhaps in town?" Violet questioned Penelope, who seemed to tinge pink at the mention of her son's name. Well, then - Violet remembered that Penelope had always been a bit of a blushing school girl. Colin's behavior towards Penelope was often nothing short of inappropriate, and Violet felt a bit of pity for the girl. She had spoken harshly to her son after the stunt he forced Penelope into at their last luncheon, clearly parading her after having his way with her. It was evident to Violet that Penelope had sat in embarrassment and discomfort the entirety of the previous luncheon, her dress and hair clearly disarrayed by wandering hands. Penelope had avoided her mother in law's eyes nearly the entire day, Colin purposely touching her repeatedly and delighting in the blush staining her cheeks and chest.
Colin had been minimally apologetic upon being scolded by Violet privately after the previous luncheon over his treatment of his new bride. "Colin!" she admonished him. "Penelope could have this baby any day now, and you —" Colin cut his mother off. "Mother, WHAT? Penelope has at least two and half to three months left of this pregnancy." He gaped at her. Did everyone think he had compromised Penelope? His eldest brother Anthony had made a similar remark to him. The realization that his entire family believed that he had taken such liberties with Penelope months before their wedding made him hang his head. He had plenty more self control than that, and beyond that Penelope had deserved a proper wedding night. As hard as it had been to restrain himself, Colin had ensured that Penelope's first time with a man had been her wedding night - gentle, private, and beautifully intimate. Colin huffed at his mother. "I do not know how to make it any more clear than to just state facts. Penelope and I were not…intimate prior to the honeymoon. Penelope became pregnant on our honeymoon. She has plenty of time left before this baby is born." And with that final statement, Colin had headed to the gardens for privacy and fresh air, leaving Violet all the more certain as to the need for her next luncheon to be held with Penelope and Penelope alone.
Now, at this long awaited private lunch, Penelope seemed very quiet. Violet supposed she was tiring and nearing her need for total privacy to prepare for labor, and tried to be respectful. "Do you believe that perhaps the baby will arrive this week?" Violet tactfully inquired, hinting at Penelope's odd behavior. Penelope seemed startled by the question. "No, Lady Violet, I don't believe so. Why do you ask? My mother says other women know before the soon to be mother, and I have often assumed it to be true…?" She then seemed anxious at the thought of the child coming so soon.
Violet tried to reassure her by making light. "Oh, my dear, I just worry a little for you. You seem pale, yet flushed this afternoon and I must admit that I noticed you seem to be walking oddly today, as if you are afraid for your legs to be apart, if I could be so impolite as to say so." Violet was gently referring to an old wives tale about babies popping out if one walked without their legs clenched as their labor approached, but Penelope seemed horrified and instantly burned a deep red at Violet's comment. "I..I'm not sure." She hadn't realized she was holding her legs stiffly for fear that any of Colin's seed that remained should begin sliding out of her. "Well," she reasoned to herself. "You usually wipe most of it away and don't have any terrible issues." This logic brought her a brief moment of comfort, followed by an absolutely horrific realization that she had been in such a hurry that she hadn't wiped herself bare of his seed at all.
Violet seemed concerned as she heard Penelope suck in a small gasp before her face paled and stilled. She couldn't have known what Penelope had just realized - instead, Violet was convinced Penelope had just experienced a labor pain. She immediately grasped her daughter in law's hand, questioning her urgently, "Penelope, we must be honest with ourselves no matter the situation. It is certainly acceptable if the baby should come this early - no one will suspect that anything improper occurred before the wedding now that you have reached your last month. Please, darling, if you are experiencing pains we must get you in bed immediately. Should I call for the doctor?" Violet stood, gesturing for Penelope to do the same. Penelope shook her head frantically, Violet's heart sinking at the sight of her daughter in law in such distress over what she believed was Penelope's dismay over the baby coming too early, causing scandal.
Violet left Penelope sitting for a brief moment to ring for immediate assistance. Ignoring Penelope's protests that she was perfectly well, Violet instructed the multiple household staff that had responded to locate Colin and the doctor immediately. Penelope was nearing a panic attack, still seated. She looked positively nauseous, a common indicator of oncoming labor, Violet remembered.
Penelope had never felt such panic and horror.
She had only gasped upon realizing that it was quite likely she would be leaking a large amount of semen down her thighs, due to her lack of cleanup in her haste. Now, despite her protests, Violet had called for a doctor and Colin. Penelope could think of no way to explain herself out of this situation. Her stomach tossed and her face was displaying her upheaval. She was not in labor, she had been making love and now her own mother in law was dangerously close to discovering her illicit actions - with her son on a family sofa to boot! Her face burned with shame at the thought of it, a moment of anger at Colin for always leaving her entangled in some sort of scandalous situation. She was also dismayed to realize that Violet actually believed there was a possibility of this baby having been conceived earlier than her wedding. Colin may have been uncontrollably handsy, but they HAD waited until their wedding night to consummate!
Violet returned to Penelope's side, determined to soothe her and calm her so that she may relax during these beginning stages of supposed labor. She offered her arm to Penelope, insisting that the two make their way to Colin's old bedroom. "You must stay here until the doctor can examine you. It is a possibility, my dear, that you may deliver the baby in Bridgerton house." Penelope braced herself and told herself that she could clench her inner muscles, determined to hold any leaking semen inside of her. However, she had not anticipated her nerves causing an incessant tremble in her entire body. As soon as Penelope stood, her legs were wobbling. Violet supported her, and they slowly began making their way to Colin's bedroom.
Penelope supposed that if she could just make it to Colin's former room and get into the bed, that when Colin arrived he could arrange a way for her to wipe herself clean of any outstanding evidence before the doctor's arrival. Perhaps she could also have him speak privately to the doctor to assure him that she was not in need of his services. "Yes," she thought to herself. "I can still discretely escape this situation if I am careful."
Penelope had just finished this thought when they arrived at a large stair case, which she had completely forgotten about. Colin's room was at the top of the numerous stairs. Penelope's stomach sank at the thought of attempting to clench her legs together while climbing stairs. Violet, seeing her expression, patted her arm and encouraged her. "I'll be with you the entire way, my dear. Do not worry, stairs can assist with quickening labor." Violet was growing well and truly worried for Penelope's well-being. Penelope did not seem to be accepting impending labor, and did not seem to have a realization that there was a very real possibility of a baby within the day or next. She knew that Penelope was not faring well with the change in plans, but there was still something off that Violet couldn't quite place her finger on.
As they neared the top of the stairs, Penelope felt herself relax slightly. She had nearly made it - her anxieties would soon ease and Violet would be none the wiser to the previous activities. She practically leaped up the last stair in anticipation of the safety zone, but soon realized her mistake. Warmth began sliding down her legs, in great globs and volume. She had unclenched her legs too soon - Colin's absurd amount of seed was spilling out of her.
Chapter 5: ch 5
Summary:
Penelope has a startling discovery…
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Penelope stood still for a moment, mulling her choices. She hastily decided to attempt to make it onto the bed before anything could drop onto the floor or soak through her dress. Penelope took a step forward with Violet still on her arm, intending to begin rushing down toward's Colin's room.
Too late. Violet gasped, her concern for Penelope tripling as she observed a darkening stain appearing on the back of Penelope's dress. "Penelope!" Violet exclaimed. "You must sit immediately." Violet believed Penelope's water had broken with the numerous stairs they had just climbed, now convincing her that the baby would be arriving within hours, not days as she initially suspected. Penelope grimaced, at a loss for words or any explanation as Violet loudly called for more maids to assist.
"Please," Penelope begged Violet. "I just need Colin, please, please. He can fix this, if you'll just bring him, everything will be alright."
Violet found it rather amusing that Colin could be the cause of Penelope in this state - round and swollen, aching, struggling to walk - and Penelope still wanting him near. At times during her labor, she had threatened to banish Edmund from the property for causing her to be in yet another labor.
Penelope was still refusing to sit, taking miniscule yet insistent steps towards Colin's room still. "I would just rather lay in a bed," she tried to explain. Violet shook her head at Penelope's childishness and lack of understanding that with her broken water, she needed to remain still until the doctor could examine her. Penelope seemed frantic as minutes passed without Colin appearing. Her eyes were welled with tears that had begun to overflow down her already warm cheeks. She couldn't believe the mess she was in. If Colin had just kept his wandering eyes and hands to himself!
There was a pounding on the stairs, and Penelope was eternally grateful to realize it was Colin, followed by the family doctor. "Penelope!" he cried out, relief spreading across his face followed by worry upon seeing her still standing. "You should be sitting," he commanded her. Violet felt a tinge of concern watching an odd expression cross Penelope's face. "Colin, I — Don't you see —" Penelope began, until Colin cut her off. He told her in no plain terms that she was to sit immediately and allow the family doctor full liberty to examine her.
Penelope was infuriated. How could men be so thick?! Did he not recall her dilemna as she left the waiting room only an hour previous — she had made it plain that she was distressed and worried about not wearing panties under her dress during a lunch with Violet! Did he not realize the need for the panties was to prevent his large spill from leaking down her thighs, staining her dress?! She made desperate attempts to bring him close enough to whisper in his ear, but he was discussing things urgently with Violet and their family doctor. She could hear snippets of, "prepare the nursery…" and "has not accepted that this may happen today" , seeing Colin shoot concerned looks her way during the latter discussion.
Penelope didn't know the last time she had felt this frustrated or helpless. Yes, she had been a more than willing participant in the illicit activities in the Bridgerton waiting room - but she would never have consented had she known the humiliating spectacle this misunderstanding would turn into. The entire house was convinced that she was bringing a child into the world, and only Penelope was aware that there was nothing amiss other than Colin Bridgerton's semen streaming down her legs! Hot tears of anger now pricked at the corner of her eyes, one sliding down her cheek as she balled her fists, trying desperately to figure out a way out of this mess.
Violet and Colin knelt next to her, Colin wiping the tear from her cheek. "Do not worry, my sweet Pen," he told her sternly. "We are all here to aid you during this. I am preparing a message to send to your mother to inform her of your labors beginning." Penelope shook her head in protest, silently begging Colin to understand what was really happening. She locked eyes with him, and his face softened. "We will carry you to the bed down the hall, Pen. Please, do not worry. It is not good for your labors to begin under these circumstances. This baby is ready to make it's appearance, and we musn't stress over it. The nursery is being prepared as we speak. You needn't feel anxious over any preparations, my mother is handling everything." He spoke to her so sweetly and gently that Penelope almost wished she WAS in labor, just to make all of this trouble and fuss necessary.
Penelope was quiet and weak as Colin lifted her in his muscular arms. He smiled gently at her, placing a kiss on her swollen belly first. Penelope had never felt so nauseous in all of her life, her stomach wrenching horribly at the thought of the doctor examining her only to report to Lady Bridgerton what he would discover under her dress ruffles.
Once placed on the bed, Colin backed away from her, much to her still growing frustration. He intended to give the doctor his full space. "Colin, I really must speak with you, alone. It's quite important," she tried to insist in a high pitched tone. A knock on the bedroom door interrupted her - Penelope felt despair rise within her as she spotted Kate Bridgerton's head peering into the room, whispering excitedly with Violet. Penelope was nearly at her wit's end - now her sister in law believed that she was laboring and would soon present a child!
The doctor pressed in various places, listening closely to her belly for several minutes. He then made the decision Penelope had been dreading - asking for everyone but Colin to leave the room so that he may check Penelope's progression internally. Her eyes closed, hands gripping Colin's tightly as his instruments entered her most private area. "It will all be over soon," Penelope told herself. "He will soon see that there is no cause for alarm, and if you are lucky he will not speak of anything else he notices under these ruffles, and then —" her thoughts were cut off by the doctor clearing his throat. "Lord Bridgerton, it appears that the child will make its appearance before the evening ends. She is quite close. Her water has indeed broken, and she is nearly halfway prepared, opening wide to deliver the babe."
Penelope's eyes widened with shock. She struggled to sit up, immediately being reprimanded by her husband and the doctor. Confusion whirled through her, and her voice failed her. "Colin?" she managed to whisper. Fear swept through her entire being. Surely, the doctor was mistaken. This entire time, it had simply been evidence from her and Colin's rendezvous's that had been causing her problem - surely?
Puzzle pieces began clicking together in Penelope's head as things began to make sense from her day - the nausea, the enormous amount of leaking fluids that had seemed too much to even be normal for Colin to have left in her, the stomach wrenching - she WAS in labor. She had been in labor for quite a while.
Notes:
Oh, we love a cliff-hanger.
Chapter 6: ch6
Summary:
Last chapter - epilogue will follow.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Fear overtook Penelope as she began to quiver, then tremble. The doctor began to approach her as she shook violently, teeth chattering, tears streaming down her face. "Colin," she sobbed into his chest. "I am not ready! This was not supposed to happen today!" Her husband, ever the protector, clutched at his wife, somewhat shaken himself. They had several unfinished projects awaiting in their own home for this baby, and had nothing with them at Bridgerton House for labor, child birth, or recovery. Perhaps Kate could arrange for some things to be moved temporarily.
Penelope sucked in a breath, now aware of a labor pain that was actually occurring. "Colin!" she was near hysteria. "This was not the plan. I cannot do this. I am not strong enough - I am not prepared to be a mother on this day!"
Both Violet and the doctor immediately approached, upon hearing the pitch that her voice had reached. Violet's heart ached to see her normally confident, adaptive daughter in law in such a state. Gently, she began bathing Penelope's forehead with a cool cloth. "My dear, I know that you do not want to hear me telling you to slow your breathing, or that you must lay back and let your body do naturally what it should do as the hours pass. But we are here, we shall guide you - you will not be alone for a moment. Penelope, you are one of the strongest women in this family - unprepared or not, you shall become a mother within a day."
Penelope lay silently, struggling to process this fact. She loved this baby with all of her heart already, but seemed unable to process that she would be loving it in person sooner than planned. Colin stroked her hair, talking her through additional labor pains. His gentle, low tone was calming to her, and for the next few hours Violet watched in awe as her sweet son kept his wife calm during her pains. He never left her side, and tears were brought to Violet's eyes at several times watching their love so plainly visible. Penelope's eyes seem locked on Colin's as he spoke to her gently, as the pains seemed to grow longer and longer.
In the background of all this, a whirlwind of activity was taking place outside of the room. The nursery was being prepared, outfits for both the new mother and baby were being refreshed and folded, celebratory meals could be smelled through out the halls - Bridgerton House was being set up to meet it's newest arrival.
Several hours had passed, and Penelope had grown weary. Her hair was damp with sweat, her face flushed and strained. Colin was nothing if not encouraging, but she did not believe that she could attempt this much longer. The doctor approached, requesting to check on progress. After lifting her skirts, he hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and instructed the nurses to prepare basins of warm water and cloths. Penelope craned her neck see what was going on, and Colin seemed confused as well. Violet's smile grew tender, watching the young couple - they clearly still had no idea they were about to meet their new baby. After 8 children, Violet knew exactly what each step meant.
Penelope was shocked to hear the doctor instruct her to begin pushing with all of her might. She strained, pushing for what seemed like eternities - with no results but increased pain. Colin brushed her hair out of her eyes, and she was merely squeezing his hand to show her gratitude when the next pain came upon her. "Push!" the doctor bellowed. Penelope bore down, and pushed with all of her might. Her face tightened with pain as she seemed to burn from the inside out. Still, she pushed through and felt a popping sensation. "Good, " the doctor called from between her legs. "The head has come out. Now, on the next pain, push again with all of the strength in you. You shall meet your child momentarily."
Penelope felt the familiar rolling pain begin, and breathed deeply before squeezing Colin's hand. Colin's face turned pale as he feared every bone in his hand was being crushed. He heard Penelope give three short, bursting screams followed by a gasp, then looked to see a small figure appear in the doctor's arms. Penelope wept with relief. Violet's eyes filled with tears as she witnessed Colin's eyes, wide with shock and awe, seeing his newborn.
The doctor and nurses attended to the new babe, while Violet and Colin gently dabbed at Penelope's face with cool cloths. "Oh, my deae, you did wonderful," Violet told her proudly. Penelope laughed weakly, her entire body sore beyond belief. There seemed to be a great deal of blood, and that concerned Colin. Every blanket beneath Penelope was stained bright red, and her complexion seemed too pale, even after the delivery she had just struggled through.
He spoke with the doctor briefly, who assured him that it was perfectly normal and would be a large part of Penelope's healing and recovery process. He then questioned the two - who would like to hold their new babe first?
Naturally, Colin allowed Penelope to have the babe first. Curiosity overcame them both as they wondered if it was a boy or girl. The doctor chuckled before revealing the baby to be a girl.
A girl! Colin's heart felt strange, then overfilled. He had never felt such pride or purpose before. He admired the way Penelope comforted the babe, but was startled the see Penelope adjusting herself to allow the rooting baby girl to latch onto her breasts. Violet appeared puzzled as well, exchanging glances with Colin but making no comments. Violet assumed that Penelope had no knowledge of wetnurses, and probably had no notion that she was not responsible for nourishing the baby herself. It did not seem that Portia Featherington had shared many helpful tidbits of knowledge such as this with Penelope.
Colin knelt near Penelope's face, stark with concentration as her baby girl suckled and nursed. He was distracted for a brief moment by noticing a stream of white liquid pouring from her opposite breast, and for a moment his mouth watered. "My dear," he began. "I do not wish to interrupt at all. But I hoped you would hear me out, on this matter. I think it's very important for you to regain your strength during this time, and typically a new babe is fed by a wetnurse. You do not need to strain yourself to attempt to feed our beautiful new baby." He stopped speaking when his new baby girl grew dissatisfied with the current side, and decided to root around for additional sustenance on the opposite breast. Christ, he was jealous of that baby.
Penelope smiled sweetly at him. "I should like to feed her, for now." She was exhausted and still in shock at the way the day had ended. "Perhaps when I shall need some rest." She glanced up to see her husband's eyes fixated on her breasts, then blushed to realize she was dripping heavily from the side her baby was not attached to. "Colin!" she said sharply. "That is precisely what got us into this mess today." Colin bashfully apologized, while knowing that he would still be intrigued by observing the milk dripping in the future.
The doctor approached, a mild expression on his face. "Mr Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, a word, if I may?" The couple nodded, and thanked him for his services. The doctor hesitated before speaking again, quietly. "I did not share this with Lady Violet, although it would normally be customary to in her house. I do believe that after my initial exam, I must inquire so that I may have no doubts in my mind regarding my deductions. Did the two of you engage in intimacies this morning?"
Colin looked puzzled, while Penelope's face instantly shaded deep red. Deciding that he should probably muster up an answer, Colin hesitantly answered positively. Nodding in relief, the doctor seemed to choose his words carefully. "Yes - I suspected as such. I needed to be certain as to what I suspected I had found on Lady Penelope's thigh's, and my anxieties over missing something have caused me to ask you to confirm it. I do believe your .. coupling's this morning caused a rapid labor. I would implore you in the future to avoid such strenuous methods of intimacies so near to your due date for the next child." Penelope replied faintly, "Next child." Colin swallowed uncomfortably before assuring the doctor that they would be much less strenuous near the next due date.
The doctor seemed reassured by these promises, and with no more medical mysteries to solve took his leave. Penelope, still feeding her newborn, found that her face was a dull red flush and Colin was struggling to contain his laughter. Violet glanced at them curiously, wondering why the doctor had attempted to spoken so privately. She had heard snippets of the doctor questioning them on their intimacies, shortly followed by their laughter, and accusations such as "I do believe you started it," and "i do believe you CAUSED it," caused her to pause and consider what she was hearing. That, the doctor's need to speak with them privately, and Penelope's insistence that she was not in labor all day - it all added up to one obvious thing in Violet's mind. Her horribly incorrigible son. Violet rolled her eyes, exhaling as she put two and two together. Penelope's labor must have been started by Colin doing something inappropriate in her waiting room, and poor innocent Penelope could hardly have known the difference between a nervous, twisting stomach over appearing before her mother in law disheveled compared to unexpected beginning labor pains. That son of hers!
Her last wry thought before observing the two sharing a gentle kiss - "The sofas in that waiting room probably need a good clean if poor Penelope was sent into labor on one of them."
Notes:
Stay tuned for a sweet epilogue…
Chapter 7: epilogue
Summary:
Fast forward three months after Penelope gives birth.
Notes:
Thank you so much for reading this story thru!
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Chapter Text
Three short months later, Penelope could no longer deny it. Colin, sensing a difference in size,sensitivity, and milky sweetness with the beloved breasts of hers, had been questioning her for days over it. She had been brushing off queasiness, retching, and exhaustion with excuses - Penelope could no longer do so. She was with child again. She could hardly believe it possible, but her suddenly tender breasts and other symptoms left her no other conclusions. Why, her courses had yet to even return. Initially, she could not allow even the possibility to linger in her mind. Surely pregnancy was not possible - baby Agatha was merely three months old. It was entirely improper and reminded Penelope once more how wanton she tended to be when Colin appeared before her, naked and determined to please her. With a defeated sigh, Penelope accepted the fact that she would soon swell with another child growing inside of her, hiding from no one that her husband had yet again put her in a scandalous situation. She was without a doubt carrying Colin Bridgerton's second child.
Her face was pink as she admitted such to Colin, whose joyful face studied hers. "Are you well? Are you happy?" Penelope nodded shyly, but admitted that she felt a bit foolish and embarrassed to be with child so soon again. "It's customary to wait a bit longer - Well, I didn't think that it was possible while I'm feeding Agatha. I'm sure that your family doctor will think of me poorly." she worried to him.
Colin brushed her hair out of her eyes, smiling tenderly. "He did mention our next child, at the birth of this one," he replied shamelessly, reaching out to gently rub Agatha's head as Penelope fed her from her breasts.
Colin's gaze turned dark as his eyes fixed on her bared breasts. Penelope swallowed, knowing he was waiting for his turn upon Agatha finishing. Since she had given birth, Colin seemed to make it a point to be present for all of Agatha's meals, insisting that he would ensure her emptiness afterward. He could easily bring Penelope to climax multiple times while sucking from her breasts, so sensitive was she. They had waited the customary seven weeks after birth, and impatiently re-familiarized themselves with each other - Colin suspected with this timeline she must have immediately gotten pregnant as soon as they began being intimate again. Poor Penelope - she would likely stay pregnant if life continued in this fashion.
A smirk developed on his face as he realized it would be quite noticeable for his Pen to give birth twice in one year. My, the ton would talk. His pride swelled - he would save that realization to humiliate her with during their next coupling. Glancing over at her sweet face, he envisioned several children crowded around Penelope and was surprised to realize that there was nothing he desired more.
Colin pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, all the while thinking that he would very much enjoy giving Penelope a rather large family within a few years. In fact - Colin nodded to himself - he would plan to do just that. Penelope smiled unknowingly at him, and Colin took it as her silent agreement. "Well, it's settled," Colin thought to himself. He would very much enjoy these next few years of pregnancy with his dear Pen.