Ooooooo Molly, you've awaken a new desire in me..could we maybe get a little something something of the viscount dragging his wife upstairs the first time he sees her holding one of his nieces or nephews?
Anthony panicking when he comes into the drawing room and Kate’s sat in the floor with little Augie giggling delightedly while Daphne and his mother chat amongst themselves and he just can’t do anything to stop the heat in his chest, in his stomach all over, as he imagines her with their children.
“Kate! Darling, I need to speak with you upstairs!”
Kate just hums absentmindedly, “I’m a little busy, Anthony. Surely it can wait.”
“It can’t, actually, it’s very pressing and important!”
And the minute she follows him out of the drawing room with his mother tutting Gad, he’s just like his father. Anthony bends at the knees and throws her over his shoulder, ignoring the curious looks of several of the staff, ignoring even Kate’s little sigh.
“Most men cannot be convinced to visit their wife even once a week, if the matrons are to be believed.” Kate says a little dryly as they lay there in the afternoon sun, basking in the afterglow, her fingernails scratching at his scalp in the gentle way that makes his eyelids droop. “And here you are sneaking home after luncheon.”
“Most men are not as dutiful as I am, obviously.” He chuckles, leaning in to claim her lips again. “And I had heard tell the Ton was all a flutter with wonder over a new heir.”
“Is that all it is? You wish for children to fulfill a duty?” He can tell that she finds the notion more than a little distasteful, just as he can tell she isn’t insecure about the desire he holds for her. This is just a question.
Anthony shook his head. “I wish for children because I can’t hold the love I have for you anymore, and yet I want more of it. I want tiny little versions of you with wild curls who will never listen to their poor Papa. Sticky hands and cheeky smiles and lessons to be taught. That is what I wish for. And I know you wish for the same.”
There’s a soft smile on her face now, as she leans forward and smooths the muscle between his eyebrows with her fingertips. “I don’t wish for it, anymore in fact.”
Anthony stilled, his heart racing, brow furrowed. “You don’t-? Oh! I- suppose this is something we can-”
“What need is there to wish for something that’s already happened? I was waiting, just to be sure, and I-”
“You’re with child?” He can hardly breathe, as he pulls her close, holding her against his chest.
“The doctor confirmed as much this morning.” Her voice is a gentle little thing against his neck, soft and warm and full of the love he never thought he’d have. “Are you happy?”
“Too happy. I’ll never stop.”
Do you ever just randomly think about how at 18, Mary ran away chasing her own happiness by leaving her home and family (and their expectations) with the love of her life (as was her right)?
But at the same age, Kate was suppressing her grief at losing her father because Mary was too lost in hers, and was stepping up to become a parent to Edwina (and somewhat of a guardian to Mary) when she was still a child herself, as well as trying to make sure that she and her family didn’t end up poverty-stricken and destitute? That Kate suppressed and forewent going after anything that she might have wanted to make sure that Edwina (and Mary) had a decent and comfortable future where they didn’t have to toil and struggle.
And that even after all that, Mary had the audacity to say the words “I forgive you” to Kate? Because with respect, forgive Kate for what? Yeah Kate made some mistakes, but she’s also the reason the Sharmas survived that long, relatively comfortably (seeing as Edwina had no idea that they were struggling financially). Kate who warned Mary (and Edwina and Lady D) about Anthony in the first place but they chose not to listen.
Mary who never really paid any proper attention to Kate, who had no fucking idea that Kate was struggling; Mary who leaned on Kate and sought comfort from her, but had no clue her daughter felt unworthy and lonely and thought it was better for her family if she removed herself once they were settled, as opposed to “wanting her independence”.
Mary who had no idea about her daughter’s dowry or what they (and Mary) would do once Edwina was proposed to/married, only to feel ‘betrayed’ by Kate because she did what she thought was best (when she was 18 and her father had just died) when Mary hadn’t even given it a second thought.
Mary who heard a man refer to her daughter as “a thorn” and said nothing? Mary who instead of going to find the daughter she threw out of the room to see how she was went for a fucking walk. Mary who admitted her mistakes to the man who caused pain and strife to her family before her own daughter (a man her daughter was right about).
Mary who let her daughter who was still a child be burdened with ensuring the survival of their family? Who let said daughter extinguish any hopes and wants for herself without any sort of protest? That Mary having to forgive Kate for something? Mary who is supposed to be Kate’s mother? That Mary having to forgive Kate for something? The lack of self awareness is staggering. Fuck all the way off.
A random person talking to Kate: You are a very beautiful woman.
Kate: Thank you, my Lor-.
Anthony: *appears from nowhere* She’s married.
Kate: Anthony, he was just being polite.
Anthony: She. Is. Married.
Random Person: And are you married, Lord Bridgerton? Maybe you should return to your wife.
Anthony: I am with my wife.
Kate: I’m sorry, he’s very protective.
Random Person: Good luck to you, Lad-Lady…uh.
Kate: Bridgerton. Viscountess Bridgerton.