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Colin turned over in bed, happy to find that his wife was still there. Often, she was up early, in the drawing room with tea in one hand, Elliot in the other. He knew that quiet mornings had become one of her new favorite things. She could give her undivided attention to their son, before the inevitable arrival of various family members, all eager to spend time with the new Lord Featherington. It was becoming a tiresome game of guessing who was going to show up and scoop him from his parents arms, effectively ignoring the two of them. But, today, his wife was still beside him.

Weak sunlight filtered into the room through gaps in the curtains. It must be just past sunrise. Elliot would surely be up soon, but Colin decided to take a chance, hoping this might be one of the rare mornings that he slept in. 

He stared at Penelope for a moment. God, she was beautiful. Her hair curled over her neck and shoulder, her lips perfectly pink and slightly parted. He brushed the hair back from her shoulder and replaced it with a kiss. She didn’t move. He tried again, kissing a patch of skin that was just a bit lower. Her eyes fluttered as she sighed heavily. Colin propped himself up on his elbow so he was nearly face to face with her. She opened her eyes slowly and managed a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Hmh…morning.” Her eyes closed again and she went still.

“Oh, please don’t go back to sleep.” 

“Why not?” she groaned, remaining motionless.

“I wanted to spend some time with you this morning.” His last few words were muffled, as he swept more hair away from her neck and moved his mouth from under her chin, around to her ear.

“Hmh.” The only move she made was to expose more of her neck, which Colin took advantage of. He reached over, placing a hand on her hip and gathered up some of her nightgown. His lips met hers, slowly increasing the intensity of their kiss. She lifted her knee, the remaining fabric of her gown sliding toward his hand. His fingertips grazed the skin of her upper thigh, trailing up to her knee, and back down the inner half of her leg. A soft moan escaped her.

“Is this alright?” He broke their kiss, staying nose to nose. He paused, wanting to make sure she was ready. It had been a while since they had last tried anything after Elliot was born. He knew he needed to be patient and let her set the timeline, but his power of restraint had been tested more often than not the past few months. Even on the days she was a mess and tired and feeling less than desirable, he loved her even more. There was no one else in the world he wanted to be next to during the best and worst parts of life.

“Yes.” She grabbed his neck, pulling him back into the kiss and running her fingers through his hair. Even though she was still insecure about her body after giving birth, she knew Colin loved it. Every inch of it. He had told her a hundred times, not just in the moments where she expressed her insecurity and not just because he wanted something from her. He was always sincere and she loved him for it.

He tried to go slow, but the way she was kissing him sent him into a fervor. He breathed as deeply as he could before shifting his hand down to her center, grazing his fingers lightly over her folds. She moaned against his lips. He pressed his forehead to hers so he could watch her expressions. Not only did he want to revel in her pleasure, but to make sure he didn’t do anything she wasn’t ready for. Her breath quickened. He watched her chest rise and fall as his fingers continued to trace circles around her most sensitive parts. Her hand traveled from his neck, to his shoulder and down his arm, her nails lightly scraping against his skin along the way. It made him shiver. She knew he liked that.

He pressed into her a little harder and her breaths came deeper and louder. “Oh, Colin…” her voice was quiet, but tense. Hearing his name during these moments made his insides burn. Her body tightened, wanting for more. She spread her legs wider, giving him permission to go further. Colin captured her mouth again, sliding his tongue along hers. He wanted nothing more than to please her, to let her know how much she was wanted. “Colin,” she whispered again as he brought his lips to the soft spot under her ear.

Then came a cry from down the hall. Elliot was up. They both froze. She wanted to keep going, he wanted to keep going, but they both knew they wouldn’t be able to. Her body relaxed in exasperation. “Why did you give Rae the morning off?” she whined. “Of all days, you chose today to try this.”

He chuckled quietly, “She needed to visit her mother, I’m not some heartless overlord.” He nuzzled his face into her neck. His hand hadn’t moved from its position between her legs, but his fingers began to stir around her opening. “Maybe he’ll stop.” He kissed his way up back up to her lips. And then…the crying ceased. They both giggled. Some mornings their son needed attention, first thing. Others, he was content to lie in his quiet room, watching the morning sun dance on the ceiling. He hoped today was the latter.

“Shall we continue?” Colin asked, praying that she’d say yes.

Pen shifted her weight, turning toward her husband. Bringing her leg over his, she put a hand on his chest, pushing him onto his back. His look of surprise at her actions was met with a surprise of her own. She hadn’t even realized he was already naked. They exchanged sinful grins. She straddled his hips, pulling away any fabric from her nightgown that lay between them. She wasn’t sure she was ready to take him inside of her, but she desperately wanted to experience every other sensation possible. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, feeling his heartbeat grow more rapid.

“Pen.” Colin grasped at her hips as she sat up. He wanted her, needed her, to stay close. He sat up with her, wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. Pen’s arms folded around his shoulders, while she savored the kiss, passionate, yet tender. His hand drifted from her neck to the edge of her nightgown, while his lips found her chest. Why the hell is she still wearing this thing? His fingers curled around the fabric, tugging at it, finally pulling down her sleeve. Pen released a deep sigh and moved against his arousal. Colin released a sigh of his own, and then a moan. The warmth of her flesh against his was almost more than he could bear, but in the most delicious way. She slid over him again. He clenched the fabric in his hand, pulling it down further. He moaned as she arched her back and pushed her hips into his. 

Then, it happened again. A cry. “No….no, no, no.” Colin fell back against the pillows, every erotic sensation leaving his body. He groaned as Penelope giggled.

“I blame you.” She leaned down to kiss him. “We shall have to try again later.” She pulled herself away from him, standing to put on her robe and made her way to Elliot’s nursery.

Colin stared at the ceiling, less than satisfied. He sighed and decided he should at least help his wife tend to their favorite little hellion. It was his fault, after all, for giving their maid the morning off.

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It was becoming frustrating trying to find her husband and get ready for tonight’s ball. His study was empty, he wasn't taking tea in the drawing room, and his clothes were still laid out, pressed and waiting for him. Had he gone out for fresh air? Surely he would have asked her to join him. 

Walking through the halls in her dressing gown, Penelope fastened her earrings as she walked past Elliot’s room. She paused, hearing a familiar sound, but something she hadn't heard in quite some time. Turning toward the nursery door, which was only slightly ajar, she slowly pushed her way in. It was just enough for her to peer into the corner where Colin sat, son in his arms, singing a soft lullaby. His eyes were intently fixed on their sleeping boy as he gently rocked with the melody. A sweet smile passed her lips. She shifted slightly, causing the door to squeak, giving away her presence. Her face scrunched as Colin looked up at her, startled, but his voice remained steady as he continued to sing. He issued a small smile then turned his attention back to Elliot. 

Penelope quietly approached them, putting a hand around the back of the rocking chair where they sat. Her chest swelled with love and pride, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched the sweetest display of affection between her husband and their son. She sighed as the song ended.

"Colin, that was so beautiful," she whispered.

He smiled again, still focused on Elliot, whose wispy red hair was tousled about. His lashes were devilishly long and dark, brushing his cheeks as he slept. His mouth was agape as he let out the tiniest snore. His parents stifled their laughter, knowing how difficult it would be to get him back to this state if they woke him.

"I asked Rae to let me put him down tonight," Colin whispered looking up at Pen. She nodded, approvingly. "Mother mentioned at tea the other day how father used to sing to us all when we were little." His gaze fell back to his son, and occasionally to the small furniture and decorations around the nursery. "I had almost forgotten...how he would sing to Gregory. I could hear him across the hall most nights. It helped me sleep…even as I got older." There was sadness in his voice, but also pride in remembering the kind of man his father was. The kind of man, father and husband he wanted to be.

Penelope put a hand on his shoulder. "You are so lucky to have grown up in a family with such love and affection." She meant it, sincerely. 

"You have that now, too,” Colin reminded her, softly, meeting her gaze, “and so does Elliot.” She knew that he was referring not only to the Bridgertons, but her own family as well. Though her childhood was less than idyllic, the past year had seen the Featherington women grow together, forging bonds that Penelope had all but given up on in the years before her marriage.

"I know." Pen smiled sweetly and leaned down to kiss him. A quick, but loving kiss. As she straightened up, her hand moved from his shoulder to his hair.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes."Hmh...you know what that does to me." He smirked as she continued to caress his hair.

"I do," she giggled quietly, giving him another short kiss.

"Perhaps I should let mother know that we shall have to miss the ball tonight?" He looked at her mischievously. “Finish what we started this morning?”

"Colin Bridgerton," she blushed, kissing him again, "I do not think your mother would allow us to miss her masquerade."

He released a heavy sigh, "I suppose you're right." He stood carefully, adjusting Elliot so he could offer him to his mother for a goodnight kiss before placing him in the bassinet. Once Elliot had finished stirring, and was undoubtedly asleep, Colin turned on his heels toward Pen. With a smile, he leisurely made his way toward her, leaving no space between them as he towered over her. "Then we will merely have to be late." He gathered her in his arms, nearly lifting her off the ground, and kissed her deeply. She smiled against his lips, but resisted the urge to make her own desires known.

“Colin, we cannot. We’re already late and you know how much fun this evening is for your mother. I would hate to disappoint her.”

His shoulders dropped as he agreed. “Fine. But, you cannot make me wait much longer. We deserve to have our own fun.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled him by his shirt. “Patience, Mr. Bridgerton.” They shared one more kiss before quietly leaving the nursery.

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They entered Bridgerton house late, but not late enough where they were the last to arrive. Even with faces covered, it was not hard for them to spot his mother, engaged in conversation with her guests, Marcus Anderson by her side.

They approached her as she finished speaking with another couple. “Good evening, mother. Lord Anderson.” Colin nodded to each of them in turn. 

“Ah, my dears!” Violet was positively beaming with pride and excitement. She hugged Colin and then Penelope, offering kisses on both sides of their cheeks.

Pen had to smile. She marveled at how comfortable her mother-in-law was at playing hostess. This ball was likely one of Violet’s last ventures in party planning before Kate and Anthony returned from India in a few months and she would finally need to move into a dower house. However, there was no doubt that the younger Lady Bridgerton would seek her counsel for future balls.

“Have you seen Benedict? I am certain he’s avoiding me.” Violet said as she glanced at every corner of the room.

“Can you blame him?” Marcus and Colin quipped together, smiling broadly at each other.

“I’m sure he and Eloise have found some hiding place, away from your meddling," Marcus said, unafraid of Violet’s burning stare.

“Let him take his time, mother. He will surely find someone willing to put up with this family…eventually.” Violet and her son exchanged sarcastic smiles.

“I shall go find Eloise,” Pen said to her mother-in-law, though she had no intention of revealing her whereabouts if she did manage to find her. She loved Violet, but knew Eloise valued her independence and wasn’t about to subject her best friend to more trivial turns with dull Lords than was necessary this season. 

There was a private terrace that was usually off limits to guests during balls. She and Eloise would often sneak away during Bridgerton events and find solace in each other, hidden from the prying eyes of their mothers. Pen stepped out into the crisp night air and, as predicted, found Eloise.

“Your mother is after you.” Startled by Pen’s sudden appearance, Eloise turned away from the balustrade overlooking the garden. 

“I don’t doubt it,” She scoffed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to greet you. It was all a bit… overwhelming. Coming from the insufferable silence of that castle, back to a boisterous party is quite a contrast.” Eloise had been abroad in the remote hills of Scotland for almost a year, with her sister and brother-in-law, who both enjoyed nothing but silence and Francesca’s piano forte. Eloise didn’t mind the quiet, but with little else in the vast emptiness of the Scottish countryside, a small part of her was ready for a ball, even if it was a shock to her system.

“Well, I’m glad you're back. I so enjoyed your letters, but I much prefer in-person conversation.” Pen approached her, grabbing Eloise’s hand as they both looked over the garden. “You must tell me everything.”

“There is nothing more to tell. I included every last glorious, boring detail in my letters. But, you, however. You must have more tantalizing tales to tell.” She did have a few. If she could no longer publish the latest salacious gossip, she was grateful for the outlet that Colin and Eloise provided.

The two women were perfectly content to stay on the terrace all night, simply enjoying each other’s company after so long apart. There was no doubt they would have, had Violet not discovered their secret spot. 

“Eloise, dear, have you been hiding here all night?”

“No, not all night. I was in my bedroom before this.” Violet gave her a stern look of disapproval. 

“Penelope, I know you two would like to catch up, but may I steal her away? Lady Hartigan’s nephew is in town.” She did not say more and she did not have to. Eloise knew her fate of being forced to engage with some dullard, whom no one knew, but had already been deemed as a good match for the second Bridgerton daughter.

“Of course,” Pen said. “Good luck, El.” She smiled sympathetically.

“Go find your husband,” El said, squeezing Pen’s hand while being led back inside by her mother. Even if she was to be alone forever, God willing, Eloise was delighted that her best friend had escaped these maddening societal expectations for unmarried women.

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Colin was speaking to an older gentleman, Lord something-or-other, when Pen found him again. Instead of joining them, she headed for the lemonade table. She was uninterested in entering a conversation when she could never be certain how she would be received. It was tiring to constantly wonder what people were thinking about her. She supposed she shouldn’t care anymore. She had everything she needed with her husband, son, and Eloise but it was exhausting nonetheless.

Standing at the base of the Bridgerton staircase, she played with the condensation on her glass, slowly sipping her lemonade. She looked out over the myriad of masked faces, dancing and conversing. Unfortunately, this was how most balls went for her in Eloise’s absence. After her identity had become known, not too many people were interested in speaking to a former gossip columnist, even if her husband was a well respected Bridgerton. A few were angry and loudly voiced their opinions about the propriety of a young lady publicly writing about such scandalous things.

While Colin was mostly still in their good graces, Pen was largely ignored when she wasn’t by his side. Not too entirely different from her previous life as a wallflower, except in rare instances when a debutante or a widowed Lady would quietly praise her bravery and wit. Her husband always included her in discussions when people would speak to them. Many of them were pleasant enough, but there was an occasional wayward glare or snarky comment that didn’t go unnoticed. If Colin ever sensed that someone was purposefully ignoring or disparaging his wife, he would quickly and politely end the conversation, if politeness was even warranted. 

There was no way to hide her red hair behind a mask, so she had plenty of time to ruminate before Colin approached her. “My wife,” he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, “did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?”

“You did not.”

“Well, you are beautiful, even with half your face covered with that silly mask.” He tugged at his own, “God, it’s uncomfortable.”

“Is it too early to take our leave?” She was already tired and the mask was terribly itchy.

“I’m afraid so. Mother asked about Benedict again, so we should probably confirm that he is actually here before we go.” Colin scanned the ballroom before looking back at Pen, who was nearly eye to eye with him, an uncommon sight. She was standing on the first step of the staircase. His eyes moved up the banister and around to the second floor balcony. “In the meantime,” his arm found her waist, “maybe you’d like a tour?” He grabbed her half empty glass and discarded it on a nearby tray.

“A tour? Colin, I have been here a hundred times.”

“Surely there are some rooms you haven’t seen,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

She shook her head and smiled. He stole a kiss, loving that she was near his level and he didn’t have to crane his neck.

“Colin,” she scolded as she looked around, hoping no one had seen. It wasn’t necessarily improper for a husband to kiss his wife in public, but it was out of the ordinary.

“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs.

“What if someone sees?”

“Do you think I care anymore what people think? We’ve already been shunned more times than I can count, what’s a few more unsavory looks?” They reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner to a hall which she knew led to the bedrooms. As soon as he was sure that none of the guests could possibly see them, he pressed Penelope against the wall.

He captured her mouth before she could even protest. She quickly gave in to him. If he didn’t care, then neither did she. There were worse things people could gossip about than a married couple being caught alone in an empty hallway. 

He paused to slide a thumb under her mask and pulled it gently over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She did the same for him, only able to reach the top of his head because he was already leaning over her. He wasted no time, managing to undo a few buttons on the back of her dress as their lips met again. Her hands stayed on his waist, slowly moving toward his abdomen, just above his buckle. Thankfully this masquerade allowed gentlemen to dress more casually. Many had forgone the stuffy, buttoned up coats for tonight, including Colin. She tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his waistband and scratched her fingernails over his tensed muscles.

“Good evening you two.” Colin and Penelope sprang apart, fully unaware that Benedict had sauntered down the hall from his room. He grinned, ear to ear, far too amused by what he had just encountered. They exhaled with relief that it was him. Anyone else surely would have chastised them or been too embarrassed to ever meet their eyes in public again. “Don’t mind me, just passing through.” His broad smile hadn’t faded as he moved toward the stairs.

“Are you only just going to the party now? Mother has been searching for you all night,” Colin said, slightly breathless.

“Oh, I know,” his brother nodded. “Why do you think I’m up here? I encountered several hungry mamas within my first ten minutes down there.” He peered cautiously over the balcony railing across the way, “I’ve been working up the courage to survive another ten minutes.” He took a deep breath, bringing his shoulders up and dropping them back down with an exhale, like a soldier preparing to climb out of a trench and charge into battle. “Carry on, you two. I shall see you on the other side.” With a quick nod, Benedict slid on his mask and headed down the stairs.

Pen and Colin couldn’t suppress their laughter. “Oh, God,” Colin laughed, at their own situation and also at his brother’s steadfast determination to avoid the marriage mart for yet another year.

“Hmh. We should make our way back, as well,” Pen said, trying to fasten the buttons Colin had undone.

“Hang on, I do not think we were finished.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him.

“You cannot be serious.”

“Pen.”

“Colin,” she cocked her head at him with a stern tone to her voice.

“We’ve spoken with the only people we really care to. No one will notice if we are missing.” He leaned down, nudging her head to the side as he brushed his lips against her neck. She relaxed in his arms, not quite recovered from their previous actions, despite the interruption. “Besides, my room isn’t far.” She sighed and let him take her hand, leading her down the hall.

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She heard the door click shut, and then another click, indicating that Colin had engaged the lock. The room was mostly empty, except for a bed, a small desk and the curtains on the windows. There was only a sheet covering the mattress, no pillows or quilt, since he no longer occupied the room. Even still, she was excited by it. She had allowed the thought of being in Colin’s room to cross her mind, once or twice, over the years. She would never let her imagination go too far, sparing herself the inevitable disappointment when she remembered that it was an unrealistic fantasy. One she was now delighted to be living out, in real time.

“No more interruptions,” Colin said, moving slowly toward her. If this was going to be their first time being fully intimate since their son was born, he was going to make the most of it, while ensuring that she was comfortable as well. There was no doubt they would have the time now, more than they’ve had in months.

Her eyes passed over him as he approached her. He was still disheveled from their tryst in the hallway. They locked eyes as he moved in for a kiss and guided her backward toward the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Pen was propped up only slightly higher than her standing height. Colin reached behind her, making quick work of the rest of her buttons. She ran her hands down the portion of his chest that was already exposed and paused to finish undoing his shirt. Colin straightened up, reluctantly leaving her lips. He looked down at her hands, watching as she slowly released each button. When his shirt fell open, her fingertips brushed over his bare skin. She laid a kiss on his chest, then another on his stomach. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensations spreading through his body. 

Letting his passion take over, he lifted her chin to kiss her. Hoping to rid her of her dress as soon as possible, he pulled her sleeves forward. She leaned back, allowing him to remove the dress completely, and her underskirts along with it. Colin paused, taking in the sight of her laying bare from the waist down. They both breathed heavily, staring at each other in anticipation. 

Pen sat up and began undoing his trousers while he tried, unsuccessfully, to unlace her corset. He did manage to loosen it somewhat before she slid her hands down his hips, pulling off his trousers and drawers, placing kisses around his torso all the while. He wasn’t going to make it much longer if he allowed her to keep doing that. Their lips met again as he laid her back on the bed. As he crawled over her, she began tugging at her corset. “Would you like some help?” he asked with a breathless smile.

She nodded, wanting to feel as much of her skin against his as possible, especially the sensitive bits. He grabbed her corset from the bottom and swiftly yanked it down just enough to expose her breasts. His lips met the space between them as she gasped. The fabric of his shirt tickled her skin as his body drew closer, causing her to tremble. Colin paused to look up at her. “Everything alright?”

“Just…don’t stop again,” she begged. Though she always appreciated how much care he took with her, she was done answering questions, done being self conscious.

Having her consent to do what he wanted made him positively giddy. He certainly wanted to enjoy himself, but always wanted to make sure that she did, too. His mouth found her nipple while his hand lightly played with the other. She moaned loudly, remembering how much she missed this. How had she waited so long? She whimpered as his hand left her breast and found her center, barely waiting to enter. As his fingers toyed with her, she gripped the skin under his shirt. His thumb circled the area that made her whole body go rigid.

He resisted the urge to check in with her again. She told him not to stop, after all. He recognized her sounds as those of pleasure, not pain, but he still turned his attention to her face. Her eyes were closed and there was no indication that she was uncomfortable. He continued gently stroking her core as her moans and gasps became more frequent. He kissed her neck while increasing the pressure and speed. “I love you, Pen,” He whispered. The tickle of his breath in her ear pushed her over the edge. She grasped his shoulders and arched her back as her body tightened and pulsed. Eventually, she relaxed back into the mattress. 

Letting out one, very satisfied breath, she pressed her lips to his. “Your turn,” she smiled.

“It’s alright, I-”

“No,” she interrupted, “you deserve it. You've been so patient with me.”

He smiled, kissing her sweetly. It was almost enough to make him just want to lay with her, wrapped in her arms, no funny business. Almost. Their kiss intensified and Colin positioned himself over her. He paused, asking for approval without saying a word. She just smiled. He slowly pushed himself into her, watching for any hint of hesitation in her face. 

It was less painful than she had anticipated, and she knew she could handle more. She slid her hands down his sides and grabbed his hips, pulling him toward her. 

He moaned loudly as he pushed deeper into her. He had waited for so long and was determined to enjoy every second of this, however long it would last. Thrusting harder and quicker, his eyes swept over his wife. Her curly red hair, long lashes, soft features, bare breasts, every bit of her made him wild. Every audible breath she took made him quickly lose control. His body shook with pleasure as he buried himself within her, as far as he could go. 

“I love you, Mr. Bridgerton,” Pen whispered as he collapsed next to her. 

He managed a laugh. With a sigh and all the strength he could summon, he turned to kiss her. “Well, this is a hell of a party, I’d say.”

Laughing together, and tangled in each other's arms, they enjoyed the last of their time alone before they would inevitably have to return downstairs.

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“I could use a little fresh air,” Penelope said as they stepped into the hallway. “It’s rather warm up here.”

Colin looked over at her with a mischievous smile. She rolled her eyes and ran her hands over the front of her dress, making one last effort to smooth out a few wrinkles and avoid giving away any hint of what they’d been up to. “Could we go down to the east terrace for a moment? It’s a beautiful night,” she asked and Colin agreed.

“I suppose we should put these wretched things back on,” he said begrudgingly as he knelt down to grab their masks from the floor. They had completely forgotten about the evidence they left behind in the hallway after retreating to Colin’s room. He handed over her mask and she reached up to slide it over her head. 

“Wait.” He quickly moved in for a kiss. A  good one, too. “Only wanted one more without anything in the way.” He smiled and held up his own mask before bringing it down over his face. “Shall we?” Holding out his arm, Pen curled her hand around it as they made their way down a back staircase.

A burst of cool air was a welcome feeling for both of them, but they were quickly distracted by a flash of silver at the far side of the terrace. “Brother?” Colin squinted into the darkness, uncertain if it was Benedict hiding in the shadows, wearing head to toe black as he had been during their run in earlier.

“Colin,” Benedict confirmed, the relief apparent in his voice. Seems they had both been caught in precarious positions tonight. And both were grateful to be discovered by the only people they knew wouldn’t make a big deal of it, because Benedict wasn’t alone. 

Colin’s attention turned to the woman beside his brother. Her face, like everyone else's tonight, was obscured by a mask, but Colin was certain he’d never seen her before. She wore a striking silver gown and stood elegantly, with her hands gently clasped in front of her and head tilted toward the ground. She seemed a little uneasy, rightfully so, at being caught alone with a man.

“I, um…we were just-”

“Don’t worry Benedict, I won’t say a word.” Colin nodded toward Benedict and the woman next to him. “I hope you two are enjoying the evening. We were just hoping to grab some fresh air, same as you. This is my wife, Penelope.”

“Your dress is gorgeous,” Pen said to the woman.

“As is yours. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a genuine smile. A moment of silence hung between the four of them. She did not introduce herself, and Benedict made no attempt to make an introduction, himself.

“Well, we should get back to the ball.” Colin looked at Benedict, who gave him a knowing smile, fully aware of how long he and his wife had been gone. “We'll leave you to it.”

“I shall catch up with you later, brother,” Benedict said.

“It was lovely to meet you,” Pen said, wishing she knew the woman’s name, it would have been far less awkward. They nodded toward each other as Colin led his wife back into the house.

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“That was…interesting,” he said, turning over his shoulder, as if he would see them following behind.

“Who do you suppose she is?”

“I do not know. He did seem rather tongue tied, which is unusual for Benedict.” Now that he thought about it, it was very curious of his brother; willingly being with a woman, at a ball hosted by his mother, no less. Had she known about it, she would be over the moon and would undoubtedly pepper him with questions for weeks to come. No wonder he had chosen to remain out of sight.

“Where did you run off to?” Violet accosted them nearly the moment they stepped foot back in the ballroom.

“We uh-” They glanced at each other having forgotten to settle on an excuse for their extended absence. 

“Nevermind, Eloise has disappeared again. Lady Hartigan is none too happy about her behavior toward her nephew.” She finished with a heavy sigh, “That girl.”

“When will you learn, mother? You cannot push her into these situations. Let her find her own way.”

Violet turned to Colin. “It is hard, you know. I only want to see her happy. As happy as my married children are.”

“Perhaps she is content with the way things are? There are plenty of unhappy marriages as well. If you wish for Eloise the same kind of love that we all share, then…it may just take more time. Personally, I’m inclined to believe there is not a man in Mayfair who can match her wit and determination.” No one knew Eloise better than Penelope. Her insight seemed to get through to Violet.

“That is very wise, Penenlope. She and I seem to always be at odds. I suppose my focus this season should simply be to understand her better.” Violet squeezed Penelope’s hand in appreciation. “And possibly entice some strong willed men from the country to come to town.”

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“Mr. Bridgerton is here, sir,” Varley said. Colin looked up from his book, as Benedict entered the drawing room.

“Benedict! This is unexpected. Penelope is out with Elliot, but they should be back soon.” Benedict would often stop by to spend time with his little nephew in the mornings, but it was highly unusual to see him in the early evening.

“That is alright,” Benedict paused, shifting slightly. "I was actually hoping to speak with you, privately.”

“Oh…um…” Colin motioned to the sofa across from where he was sitting. Benedict was clearly uneasy about something from the tone of his voice and his fidgeting hands. Though the brothers got along very well, it was seldom that they had a deep conversation. Most often they merely exchanged jokes, or planned a prank on their younger sisters and brother.

“Did you enjoy the masquerade last night?” Colin asked as Benedict took his seat.

“I did, in fact,” Benedict answered, a playful smile curling over his lips while his eyebrows flicked upward. “Did you?”

Colin tried not to blush and contained a wide grin.“Very much.” 

There was a pause between them as Benedict’s smile slowly turned into a more serious expression. Colin took a breath and was about to speak, when his brother beat him to it.

“I know….you’re going to ask about the woman on the terrace.” He looked at him suddenly, an edge of panic in his voice, “Oh God, you didn’t tell mother, did you?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Colin chuckled. “Who is she?”

“I do not know.”

He stared at his brother in confusion. “How do you not know?”

“She wouldn’t give me her name….nor would she divulge anything of note about herself or her family. It was quite strange….but…intriguing.” Benedict looked past Colin as if in a daze, remembering the events of the previous night.

“Do you know anything about her?”

“Only that she’s a rubbish dancer. I offered to teach her. That’s when you found us. Mother would have never let it go, had we stayed in the ballroom. Perhaps I should have stayed, she surely could have pried more information from her.” Colin nodded in agreement. “And I have this.” Benedict reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a square of white, silk fabric.

He handed it to Colin who unfolded it, revealing an embroidered crest. “A glove?” He looked up at his brother, wanting to question why he had it, but thought better of it. “Looks like a family crest.”

“Do you have any idea what family?”

“Unfortunately, brother, I do not,” he paused, handing the glove back to Benedict, “but, you know who might?” Colin leaned back in his chair, trying to be sympathetic.

Benedict closed his eyes, dropped his head back and sighed. He knew very well that if he wanted answers, Violet Bridgerton would have them.

“Oh, Benedict! This is a pleasant surprise. Should we call for tea?” Penelope entered the drawing room carrying Elliot, whose cheeks were rosy from the cool evening air.

Benedict quickly folded the glove and placed it back in his pocket as he stood to greet her, “Penelope! I was just on my way out, but I’m very glad I didn’t miss the opportunity to see the little man, and you.” Benedict smiled and grabbed Elliot’s hand as he smiled back at him. Elliot was never in a bad mood when his uncle was around. “Good evening all. I shall see you soon.” Benedict brushed a finger over Elliot’s cheek before he left.

Penelope watched him leave, then turned to Colin, who grabbed their son from her arms. “What were you two talking about?”

“Hm…a woman.”

“Really?” she drawled in a tone that was all too similar to Violet.

“Oh God, you’re not turning into my mother now?”

She giggled, “No, but my interest is piqued. Who is she?”

“It’s a mystery to everyone, it would seem.” She looked at him, perplexed. “It’s the woman from the terrace. He appears quite taken with her, though he has absolutely no idea who she is, where she is, or….anything about her.”

“Strange,” Pen said. “Did he have anything else to say?”

“He didn’t have the time. He seemed rather eager to leave once you arrived. I’m sure it was no reflection on you,” he teased. She replied with a sarcastic smile.

“Well, it seems we have a mystery to figure out this season, hm?” 

He nodded and leaned sideways to kiss her with Elliot still in his arms.

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Penelope and Colin stood near one of several statues that had been brought in for tonight’s ball. They quipped about how this years’ batch of young debutants would fare. It was the first time in three years that a Bridgerton was not amongst them.

There were plenty of Lords still available, though not many newcomers. Some were seemingly uninterested in settling down, others could not make head nor tail of how to approach a woman, and yet more who unashamedly established themselves as the “haves” and others as the “have nots”. It was arguably more fun for Pen and Colin to place their bets on which Lord would be the catch of the season, rather than which young lady could ensnare the richest of the bunch.

Lost in conversation with his wife, Colin only looked up when he heard a light shuffling of feet come to a halt in front of them. 

“Ah, Lord Fife.” Colin bowed his head slightly and gave a curt smile.

“Bridgerton,” he nodded back, “Miss—excuse me, Mrs. Bridgerton.” He nodded toward Penelope.

“My Lord.” She gave a shallow curtsy, but that was the extent of her pleasantry. Her observations of Fife over the years left much to be desired. She knew too well how cutting his remarks could be, though he was always clever with his phrasing. Had his comments ever been misconstrued, he could always apologize and easily persuade a person that his intentions were pure.

“Is everything well? It has been quite a while since we last spoke.” Colin began a cordial conversation as Pen’s eyes wandered around the ballroom, looking for a reason to excuse herself.

“Indeed. I must apologize for not congratulating you sooner on your marriage. And your son! That’s wonderful,” Fife smiled, genuinely, albeit awkwardly. He shook Colin’s hand, patting him on the shoulder.

Colin smiled back. “Thank you,” he looked shyly at his feet, at his wife, then back at Fife, “we are very happy.” 

“I can tell. Everyone can.” Fife continued to smile. Penelope still felt uneasy about it. It wasn’t the usual, cunning expression she had always associated with him. The man actually seemed earnest when he spoke. She knew her face must be twisted into some sort of bewildered expression, so she shook herself slightly and tried to regain her focus. “I must say, it was a surprise last season, the two of you, but not entirely…unexpected?”

Colin laughed lightly. Pen looked at him, wondering where this conversation was leading, and what he would have to say to that. “How so?” he asked.

“Well, several of the Lords and myself have known that you and Miss…Mrs….”

“You may call me Penelope,” she cut in, hoping to breach the awkwardness, something she admittedly knew little about. Was this the first time she and Fife had actually spoken to each other? If so, she was going to embolden herself and bring her Whistledown pride to the interaction.

“Forgive me…Penelope.” He glanced at her with an apologetic nod. “We’ve known of your friendship, how you’ve written to each other over the years. You have always seemed to find time to dance with, or at least speak to one another at every ball. Well…it was only a matter of time, I suppose.”

“I suppose so. Took me long enough,” Colin said, beaming at his wife. Meeting his eyes, she was finally able to breathe. She hadn’t realized how tense she was until that moment. She unclenched her hands and wrapped one under his arm, laying her head gently against his shoulder.

Fife’s smile faded. “Well, I simply wanted to offer my belated congratulations.” He looked at the floor and held his breath a moment before speaking again, “And perhaps to…well, no matter.”

“What is it?” Colin asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fife seemed to be summoning up courage for whatever was coming next. Pen’s bewilderment turned to curiosity as she watched him bring his hands together, clearly uncomfortable. She had to admit, she liked watching him squirm. “I was wondering if, possibly, I could bother you for some advice?” He slowly looked up at the couple after posing his question. 

They knew their mouths were hanging open and both quickly cleared their throats and adjusted their faces. Thankfully, Colin spoke first, trying to hide the surprise in his voice, “I’m not quite sure how we could help? What kind of advice?”

“We do not have to speak about it here, perhaps we could meet tomorrow? A promenade? A lunch?” Fife looked positively sheepish. Penelope fought back a wicked smile, even looking at the ground to hide it.

“Come by for afternoon tea. We’ll have our cook make double the usual sandwiches and scones,” Colin said in jest, though he knew it might actually be necessary.

He seemed relieved and nodded in response, “I shall see you both tomorrow.”

As he left, Penelope’s own relief was quickly replaced by panic. “He wants me to be there? What could we possibly have to say to each other?”

“He knows you are -were- Whistledown. Maybe he wants to make nice and avoid any negative press should you decide to gossip again.” His eyes widened, making Penelope smile.

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Penelope sat near the drawing room window at Featherington house as she had done for a large part of her teenage years. She tried occupying her time with a book. Unable to concentrate, she often read paragraphs more than once because her mind had wandered. This business with Fife was just odd. The man had been, or was still, her husband's friend. She wasn't exactly sure anymore, and couldn't be certain that Colin had even spoken to him since their engagement. Fife had gone off to the country shortly before the wedding. Pen and Colin attended only a few balls after revealing her identity as Lady Whistledown, and even fewer during her pregnancy. They often left early, as most members of the Ton weren’t sure how to approach them, or simply didn’t want to. There wasn't enough time to notice if Fife had been present, or to even know what his reaction was to the whole Whistledown thing.

"Lord Fife has arrived," Varley announced. It startled Pen who was so lost in thought, she hadn't even realized that Colin slipped in shortly beforehand and had already made short work of a sandwich. 

"Good day, Fife," Colin said, as he made his appearance.

"Bridgertons, how lovely to see you." The men shook hands and Fife nodded toward Penelope, who was making her way over to the table.

"You as well," Penelope said, not feeling particularly friendly, but she was determined to make the best of the afternoon. “Please, sit.”

Fife and Colin created nearly identical plates for themselves, each loaded with sandwiches and pastries. They both took a few bites and drank some tea when Colin decided to get straight to it. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and cleared his throat, "Well, what brings you here Fife? You needed some advice?" No beating around the bush. Colin could tell his wife was uneasy and he was just as eager to find out what his old friend was up to as she was.

Fife swallowed, probably sooner than he should have with a macaron in his mouth, and took a moment to gather himself. "I...well, I wanted to discuss the nature of how you two came together." Pen and Colin looked at him quizzically, unsure if this was an entirely appropriate discussion. "What I mean is," he let out a breath, "how did you know that it was right? That you were in love?" 

He was serious. Colin could tell from the tone of his voice that this Fife, sitting in front of him now, was definitely a changed man from the one he last spoke to a year ago. With his curiosity piqued, he decided to simply speak to him as a true friend. No more trivial conversations about Fife's exploits with women, no more insensitive jokes or embellished stories.

"What brought this on? I'm not sure I've ever heard you utter the word "love" in all the time I've known you. In fact you've always been quite opposed to the idea of love and marriage."

"There is a woman." Fife flashed a quick smile. He looked down, trying to hide it, but Pen noticed. She knew he was serious. "I've known her for some time. When it was announced that you two were going to be married...well, I don't know, it made me think. You are the first of my close friends to be married." 

Colin looked up just as he started in on another sandwich. He never realized, or even ventured to guess, that Fife considered him a close friend. Fife continued, "I always knew you would be the first to give in to love, but seeing it actually happen made me consider what the future looked like for myself."

"I must say, I'm surprised. Very surprised." Colin set down his sandwich and lowered his hands to his lap. "You say you've known her for a while? Anyone we know?"

"You do not have to answer that," Penelope finally spoke up, "it is not our business who she is. But...you care for her?"

"I suppose I do. We began writing letters while I was in the country. I learned more about her desires, her interests, why she ever even bothered to be in my presence," he gave a small chuckle. Pen couldn't help but chuckle, too. Fife, though handsome, had a reputation for being less than genuine with women, and certainly careless with their feelings. A few young ladies of the Ton had learned their lesson and were keen to inform others about which Lords to avoid. Most of Fife's romantic dealings had been sequestered to an area across town, or so Penelope had heard.

"Do you think she cares for you?" Pen asked.

“I'd like to think so. I was careless with her in the past, neglecting her feelings, giving in to my own…desires.” He blushed a bit, “Forgive me, I’m not very used to speaking in mixed company.” He stole a timid glance at Penelope. “But, I apologized for everything and we’ve been on friendly terms. Only recently…I've allowed myself to imagine something like what you two have...with her. Companionship, a home, possibly a family.”

Colin raised his eyebrows. "Well, that's wonderful. Have you spoken with her since your return?"

"Only briefly. I’m still gathering the courage to suggest a date for tea or some society event that won’t bore me to tears.”

Colin laughed, “Well, there’s a ball in a few days, maybe suggest a dance?”

“Are you toying with me, Bridgerton? Me, dancing?”

The idea was quite humorous. Colin’s smile broadened, “We’ve all learned how, you’re just out of practice.”

“Surely there is some other way to win her over.”

“It would be a start. You two could talk about your atrocious dancing. Maybe she will offer you some lessons?” Colin winked.

Fife considered his suggestion. “I shall think about it.” He finished his tea, and had one last bite of a sandwich before setting his napkin down gently on the table. Adjusting his waistcoat, Fife stood and thanked them for their hospitality. “This was a very pleasant afternoon. See you both at the next ball, then?”

“Of course. Looking forward to it.” Colin shook his hand once more. Fife and Pen gave each other a small bow. Once their guest was out of earshot, Colin turned to his wife, “I do not know what I expected, but it was certainly not that.” Pen stood next to him, with a clever smile on her face. "Something on your mind?"

"I know who it is."

"Who - the mystery woman?" Colin's mouth slacked. "Tell me."

"Hmm, I'm not sure I can trust you with this."

"What are you talking about? Who in the world do you trust more than me? And do not say Eloise." He gave her a warning look.

She laughed at his surprise, "Oh, I trust you with information, but can I trust that you will not interfere?”

“If you are speaking of last season, I think my interference worked rather well.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“Hmm…did it?”

“Did it not? I got what I was after, and so did you.” He gave her a cheeky smile and touched his lips to hers.

“I can think of better ways you could have gone about it.”

“Hm, perhaps.” He cocked his head, looking up as if in thought. He brought his head back down to Penelope and continued, “Now, are you going to tell me who she is so we can advise Lord Fife on the best approach?”

“Margaret Goring.”

“Miss Goring? Isn’t this her third or fourth year out?”

“And?” Penelope glared at him. Though Colin was usually more sensitive, societal norms were ever present in the back of everyone’s mind. A woman’s prospects were typically slim after her second year on the marriage mart, a stupid notion in Pen’s mind.

He looked down, slightly ashamed of his misstep. “It’s no matter, merely a question. How do you know?”

“I overheard some gossip two seasons ago. Seems Fife had his way with Miss Goring. I cannot imagine he would risk being caught in such a precarious position with just anyone if he wasn’t prepared to face the consequences, had they been seen.”

“But, surely they were seen if you heard people talking.”

“Only some footmen. We all know how well household staff can keep secrets.”

“Whistledown never wrote about it.” 

“I was never in the habit of ruining people for my own amusement.” She wanted to be angry at the insinuation, but she knew where it was coming from. They had moved past her mistakes, and she knew that Colin understood her need to protect him and her best friend, however misguided her actions had been. “Miss Goring is a lovely person. She would have been in enough jeopardy if the whispers had spread on their own.”

Colin nodded. “Well then, how do we help them?”

Pen laughed, “I have no idea.” Colin laughed, as well. This would be interesting.

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“Are you enjoying your evening, Bridgertons?” Fife approached them from the side. It seemed he had slipped into the ball, keeping close to the wall, clearly wanting to speak to them first before making his presence known.

“Yes,” Colin said, immediately noticing Fife’s anxiousness. “Are you alright?”. His shoulders were tense and there was no hint of a smile as he greeted them. 

“Just a bit queasy.” He took a deep breath as he wrung his hands together.

“Relax old boy, you’ll do fine.” He couldn’t help but be amused by Fife’s discomfort. Karma, he supposed, for all the callous comments and playboy tendencies.

“The dancing bit just isn’t for me, Bridgerton. I’m not certain I can hold a conversation and avoid stepping on her toes at the same time.”

Colin thought for a moment. “Step on my wife’s toes first.” Pen’s head turned sharply toward her husband. What the hell was he suggesting? “You could have a practice dance with Pen. Dispel some of the nerves.” Fife and Pen looked at each other with the same dazed expression. 

“Colin…” Pen started.

“I will supervise, of course,” he winked at her, “build up your courage, one step at a time.”

Normally, his little play on words would have made her smile. At the moment she was trying not to scream. Dance with Fife? She could think of at least five other Lords that she would rather dance with, all of whom made her skin crawl just the same.

“I….Well,” he gulped, “if she is willing, I suppose it would be a start,” Fife said, his attention turning to Pen. There was no hiding his hesitation. She gave the slightest nod, not wanting to be rude.

“Wonderful,” Colin said.

Pen and Fife briefly stood in stunned silence. Fife called himself back to attention and tugged at his coat. He mustered a smile before holding out his hand to Pen, who glared at her husband as she slowly put her hand in his. “You’re sure it’s alright?” Fife asked, hoping there was the slightest possibility he wouldn’t have to endure an awkward dance with another man’s wife, whom he barely knew.

Colin smiled and nodded, raising his drink as they made their way to the dance floor, his wife still glaring at him. If looks could kill, Colin would surely be six feet under after being drawn, quartered and set on fire. 

Penelope and Fife took their positions and began a simple waltz. He held himself very well. Shoulders back, head high…almost too high. He was the same height as her husband, but instead of looking at her, his gaze was focused directly over her head. She could feel how tense he was, and it was making her uncomfortable. 

“Oh for goodness sake, relax,” she told him, not so gently.

His shoulders immediately fell as he exhaled, “Apologies. It’s been a while.”

“Don’t think so much. You know this dance, don’t you?”

“Yes. I learned it years ago, with everyone else,” he said, starting to loosen up, moving his head while he spoke, instead of staring straight ahead.

“Then trust yourself.” Fife glanced down at her, briefly, in appreciation. “And loosen your grip a bit.” The circulation returned to her fingers as he relaxed his grasp on her hand.

“Ah, forgive me.”

Pen looked up, considering him for the first time. This was all very strange. Never in this lifetime did she think she would have sympathy for Fife. The man was an unseemly character, cold, calculating, menacing, or so she thought. Something had really flipped in him. She realized it must be similar to what Colin had described to her. His feelings for this woman building over time until everything was turned on its head. As much as she disliked Fife, she wasn’t cruel enough to leave him suffering.

“Look at me,” Pen said. It took him a moment, but he finally met her eyes. “I think it would be charming if you were forthcoming about your ability when you ask her for a dance. Women like honesty. You are a good dancer, but it would be far more intriguing to humble yourself before her. Apologize in advance for any missteps.”

Fife blinked a few times, then smiled and nodded. His gaze moved upward as he relaxed even more, falling into a smoother rhythm with his partner.

Pen knew there was just enough time to offer one more piece of guidance, “Women also like a man to take a genuine interest in what they have to say. If you only dance once, I think it is perfectly acceptable to spend the rest of the evening in conversation, truly listening to her.”

The music ended. Their hands dropped to their sides as they bowed. “Thank you, Penelople. I dare say this was very helpful.” 

They smiled politely at each other and made their way back toward Colin. “Did you enjoy yourselves?” he asked, trying not to appear too pleased.

“It was…pleasant,” said Fife. Pen had to nod in agreement, however shocking it was.

“Glad to hear it. Are you ready for the real test?”

“I suppose I have to be.” He ran his hands over his coat, making sure every button was secure and that his cravat was fluffed. 

“Go find Miss Goring,” Pen said to him.

Fife looked at her, dumbfounded, mouth gaping. He was positive he hadn’t told them who she was.

“Am I wrong?” she asked with a sly smile. 

He should’ve known. Her powers of observation were legendary. Just because she had never written about it, didn’t mean the information wasn’t ready and waiting, should she need the ammunition. He cleared his throat, thanked Penelope for her help, and wandered through the ballroom trying not to seem too eager.

“That went well,” Colin said proudly.

“What on earth possessed you to do that?”

“What?” He was definitely amused.

“Offer me up for a dance. You know there is no love lost between us.”

“He seemed pretty confident when you returned. You moved well together, toward the end.” He nudged her shoulder and rested his cheek against her temple so he could speak into her ear, “It made me rather jealous.” 

She huffed. She could never stay mad at him for long. 

Admittedly, it was fun to see how Fife responded to her advice. The fact that she despised him made her bold enough to speak pointedly without worrying about offending him. He already disliked her just as much, so there was no need to be concerned about propriety and approval.

“I would like to dance with my wife, if you will still have me.”

Colin took her hand, leading her to the center of the dance floor. They moved smoothly, though they paid more attention to the guests surrounding the floor than each other.

After a few turns, Penelope noticed Fife near an alcove, scribbling his name on Miss Goring’s dance card.

“Colin.” She tilted her head in their direction. 

A satisfied expression spread across his face once he saw them. “Now we wait.”

The current dance ended and a new one began. Pen and Colin sat this one out, searching for Fife and Goring on the floor. They noticed the pair at the same time. Fife appeared nervous, but not nearly as stiff as he had been with Pen. Goring sported a bashful smile. As the dance continued, a few laughs passed between them. 

Pen locked arms with Colin as she leaned against him. “Seems like a success to me.”

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A few weeks had passed since Fife and Goring’s first dance. Pen and Colin made a point to keep tabs on them at the one ball and two society events that followed. Everything seemed to be going well. They were often arm in arm, Fife spoke with other Lords outside of his usual circle, and there were plenty of whispers about what a lovely couple the pair made. It made Pen and Colin stand a little taller, knowing they had played a small part in it.

They took turns pushing Elliot’s pram while out for their afternoon promenade.

“Aside from Fife and Goring, this season has been rather dull, hasn’t it.” said Colin.

“My dance with Fife seemed to be a highlight for you, I rather think.” She sneered at Colin when he laughed.

“Hm, I’m just glad you still prefer to dance with me.”

“Who says?” She smiled up at him as he grazed his nose over hers.

They turned their attention forward along the path and realized Fife was approaching them, with Miss Goring on his arm. “Lovely day, isn’t it Bridgertons?”

“Indeed -”

“We have some news for you,” Fife interjected, clearly too excited to let Colin finish his greeting. “We are to be married.” He could barely contain himself as Miss Goring squeezed his arm, appearing just as delighted with the news as he was.

They were shocked, but quickly congratulated them. “How delightful! That’s wonderful news!” Colin shook Fife’s hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Penelope grabbed Miss Goring’s hands. “I’m so pleased!”

“You will be at the wedding, won’t you?” Miss Goring asked.

“Of course!” replied Penelope.

“Fife!” A man called from somewhere off to their left. A rather handsome man, with broad shoulders, in a navy blue coat and matching tophat. As he quickly approached them, his blonde hair and dark brown eyes came into clearer focus, revealing just how handsome he really was.

“Evers!” Fife replied, shaking the man’s hand. “Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Bridgerton, this is Lord Charles Evers. We met last year while I was in Cambridge. I invited him to Mayfair to experience a London season. He arrived last week.”

“Pleasure to meet both of you.” He removed his top hat as he greeted them. “I hear you had a hand in this,” he said, gesturing to Fife and Goring.

“A very small hand, I suppose. You cannot force a connection where one already exists,” Colin said with a satisfied smile.

“To be sure.” Evers nodded and clasped his hands behind him. “Perhaps I could trouble you for some advice as well? It’s quite lonely in the country. I’m sure there is someone here in London who wouldn’t mind escaping from the city with an eligible Lord?”

“Ah, you’ve come to find a match. Well, the mama’s of the Ton can be rather discerning, I warn you.” Colin said.

“Evers has quite the estate. Plenty of horses, beautiful gardens, and the finest cook in the east country.” Fife gushed.

“Sounds lovely. I suppose if we were to learn more of your interests and what you’re seeking in a partner, then we might guide you toward someone who shares those interests,” Colin said. 

“Of course. Any time.”

“Well, today is a beautiful day for a long walk, if you’re up to it.” Colin looked at Pen, who confirmed with a nod that they had the time.

Evers nodded with an agreeable smile, turning to Fife and Miss Goring. “Will you two be joining us?”

“I’m afraid we cannot, must be on our way to tea with Margaret’s family. We shall leave you to it.” Fife and Goring said their goodbyes, while Colin, Pen and Lord Evers continued making their way through the park. 

  They spent nearly two hours getting to know each other while Elliot napped peacefully in his pram. Evers was handsome, humorous, eloquent and charming. Most likely, he would have been named one of the seasons most eligible Lords had he been in London since the start. Even still, he would top the list, as the pack of Lords this season left much to be desired.

“I cannot remember a more pleasant afternoon.” Lord Evers had walked with Pen and Colin all the way back to Featherington house. 

It was nearly dinner time by that point, and Pen knew she should extend the courtesy of a meal. If his appetite was anything like Colin’s, the man would be starving after an hours long walk. “Would you like to dine with us tonight?” 

“That is very kind of you, but I must get back, or my hosts will send a search party. Thank you for your company.”

“Our pleasure. Will we see you at the ball tomorrow night?” Colin asked.

“I shall be there. I am certain it will be a delightful evening if everyone is as kind and welcoming as you two.” He flashed a dazzling smile. If Pen wasn’t happily married, she would have blushed.

Pen and Colin smiled and nodded politely, not wanting to squash his hopes. While most members of the Ton were pleasant enough, they weren’t always the most welcoming. But, given Evers’ good looks and engaging personality, it wouldn’t be long before mamas and their debutantes took notice of him. 

“Good evening, Evers,” Colin said.

“Good evening.” He clicked his heels and bowed to them before turning to continue down the street.

“He seems like a lovely fellow,” Pen said. Colin looked at her suspiciously. She was still watching Evers as he walked away. “What?” she asked, looking back at him.

“Should I be worried?”

She laughed, “Only if I weren’t already married to the most desirable man in the Ton.”

“Just in the Ton?” he scoffed. Penelope pulled him by his coat collar into a kiss that left no doubt how desirable he was to her.

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Tonight’s ball was quite a bash. It seemed every member of the Ton had made an appearance. The dance floor was full and spirits were high. The Bridgertons and Featheringtons mingled amongst themselves before branching off to speak with other friends and acquaintances. Pen and Colin kept an eye on Fife and Goring, as they had all season. It appeared that they had chosen tonight to announce their engagement.

Colin noticed Lord Evers keeping pace behind the couple, being introduced to various Lords and ladies, but he was quickly overshadowed by excitement over their happy news.

“Lord Evers, would you like to join us?”

“Very much.” Evers excused himself from the most recent introduction and followed Colin over to Pen. “This is quite a party, isn’t it?” He looked around, but didn’t seem the least bit nervous, in fact he seemed to feed off the energy. 

“You’ve come on a good night. I do not remember the last time there was a ball this grand…and with so many people.” Unlike Evers, Colin was slightly anxious. He didn’t mind the socialization, but with so much noise and constant chatter, he wouldn’t object to leaving early to spend the rest of the evening at home.

Pen took over the conversation, sensing Colin’s stress. “We’ve thought of some young ladies who might be a good match for you. They’ve both expressed their desire to marry this season. We’ll start there and spare you the onslaught of adoration once all of the other mama’s learn of your presence.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little adoration. Few opportunities in the country, I assure you.” Evers straightened his coat. “Well then, Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton. Whom would you suggest?”

Pen stood next to him and drew his attention to the lemonade table. “Miss Elena Rivera, quite intelligent, a lover of music and art. Does exquisite embroidery and her father is the heir to the Durham title.”

She gently grabbed his arm and turned him toward the opposite side of the ballroom. “And, Miss Olivia Wallace. Quiet, but very sweet demeanor. Proficient at piano forte and the harp. She has several younger siblings, so has plenty of experience with children, should you decide to start your own family.”

“They both sound lovely. I look forward to getting to know them.” He smiled at Pen in appreciation. He gave his thanks, and made his way over to Miss Wallace, whose mother was by her side. 

Pen and Colin watched as he bowed and kissed the hands of both women, his charm clearly leaving its mark. Miss Wallace fanned herself, trying not to smile too broadly. Her mother eagerly nodded with approval as Lord Evers took her daughter's hand and led her to the dance floor.

Pen and Colin briefly smiled at each other with excitement. 

“What business could you two possibly have with Lord Evers?” Lord Remington appeared at their side. Remington had become a good friend to the Bridgertons after the Whistledown reveal. He was one of the few who were impressed by Penelope’s prowess and boldness and made every attempt to hasten her acceptance back into society. The Ton was still slow to respond, but Remington was loyal in his friendship. Participating in a good gossip session every time he visited Featherington house was merely a bonus.

“You know him?” Colin asked.

“I know of him. I have an aunt in Cambridge. There have been whispers about his…exploits. Seems he’s sired more than a few illegitimate children in his time. His reputation is well known in the countryside…perhaps too well, if he now hopes to sow his seed in the city.” Lord Remington casually took a sip of his champagne. 

Colin was rapidly trying to process what Remington was saying. Pen’s head was spinning just as fast, her heart pounding. They looked at each other in utter shock. What had they done? Was that truly Evers? They barely knew the man, but every moment they’d spent in his presence yesterday afternoon gave them the impression that he was every bit the gentleman. It now appeared that they had been played for fools.

“You’re not trying to set him up with his next conquest are you? I would not think you’re the type to get involved with such a fellow.” Remington continued.

“Of course not,” Colin asserted.  Even if Evers was genuine in his search for a wife, Colin was not going to wait around to find out. “Excuse me.”

Colin stormed to the other side of the ballroom where Evers and Wallace had begun their dance.

“Excuse me,” he said, trying to contain his anger.

“You cannot mean to cut in, Mr. Bridgerton,” Evers stole a nervous glance at his partner before continuing, “that would be rather rude.”

“Rude it may be, but necessary. I cannot allow this to continue.”

“Whatever do you mean?” He paused the dance and turned to face Colin. Evers stood a mere inch taller than him, but with broader shoulders and a face of stone.

Colin stood his ground, fists balled, ready to level the man with a swift punch to the jaw, if necessary. “This ruse. Pretending to be seeking a wife. The lies and manipulation you’ve employed to get us to help you. How dare you. We may not have heard of your reputation here in London, but you may be certain everyone will know your name when you leave.” He spoke steadily and quickly, trying hard not to let his nerve slip.

“I do not know what you’re getting at Mr. Bridgerton.” Evers held his composure, but snuck glances around the room to see if anyone was watching. His voice was stern, warning Colin not to out him in front of the whole of London. 

“You will leave, this instant.” Colin raised his voice, enough for others near them to overhear and cast curious looks in their direction. “You do not deserve a second more of Miss Wallace’s time, nor anyone elses’ for that matter.”

Evers pursed his lips, lifted his chin and tugged at his coat. Slowly, he turned to his former dance partner and bowed. “Good evening, Miss Wallace.”

He glared at Colin once more, before exiting the ballroom. Colin finally managed to take a deep breath, unclenched his hand and held it out to Miss Wallace, who looked shell-shocked, to say the least. She was practically shaking as they fell into the dance she had been forced to pause.

Colin spoke as calmly as he could, his rage still boiling under the surface. “I am very sorry to have caused a scene, but I must apologize for even allowing Lord Evers to approach you. He had my wife and I convinced that he was honorable and intent on finding a wife. I fear his intentions were far more, “ Colin paused, trying to find an appropriate way to phrase it to a lady, “unscrupulous.” 

Miss Wallace’s eyes darted around the room, embarrassed by everything that had just occurred in a matter of minutes. “That is alright, Mr. Bridgerton. Thank you.”

He nodded to Miss Wallace as she curtsied and hurried off to find her mother. It took a mere second for his fury to reach its peak again. He quickly made his way back to Penelope, who was still in conversation with Lord Remington. Fife and Goring had joined them and, from the looks on their faces, had been made aware of the situation that just unfolded.

“We’re leaving. Apologies, Lord Remington. I hope you will come to call on us soon.” He grabbed Pen’s hand and cast a wicked scowl at Fife, who was the reason Evers was here in the first place.

“Bridgerton!” Fife called after them. Colin made no attempt to slow down as they made their way out of the ball and pushed open the door to the courtyard. Pen practically had to run to keep pace with her husband, who still had a firm grip on her hand. 

“Bridgerton!” Fife called again, catching up to them. “I promise you, I knew nothing of his intentions when I invited him here.” 

“Why did you invite him here?” Colin turned on him, stopping in his tracks, his voice still riddled with anger.

“We got on well in Cambridge. I offered him an invitation early on, I very well couldn’t rescind it. He gave me no reason to, and no one mentioned anything to me of his reputation.” Fife seemed genuinely upset, putting a hand to his chest. “Forgive me Bridgerton, had I known…”

“I sincerely hope you did not.”

“I did not,” he said shaking his head, “I have changed. I think I have proven that this season.”

Colin took a moment to breathe. “You have.”

“I will make sure he is out of Mayfair by morning.”

Colin simply nodded, holding Pen’s hand more gently now, as they made their way toward the footmen waiting to call for their carriage.

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Colin heaved a sigh as they entered the foyer of Featherington house. The carriage ride home had been silent. He was still extremely irritated by Lord Evers’ deception and the position he had put them in. Already under the watchful eye of the Ton, if Evers’ plan had turned out to be anything but pure, it surely would have led to further scrutiny of the Bridgertons’ involvement. Certainly, there were other men within London society who took such liberties, but none who had tricked them into setting him up with a conquest. Colin would never stand for their honor being tarnished with insinuations that they were involved with someone so vile.

“I could use a drink. I will join you upstairs soon.”

 “Of course.” 

Colin leaned down to kiss his wife, not even bothering to remove his coat before heading to the study. Pen watched him leave, so many thoughts swirling around in her mind. She hated to see him so upset over the confrontation with Evers, but proud of how he stood up for a woman he barely knew. How thoughtful he had been to apologize to Miss Wallace, the steadiness with which he spoke. She loved that man in every possible way. A warmth spread through her chest, as if the love had somehow grown even more tonight.

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Upstairs in their bedroom, Rae helped Penelope remove her ballgown and loosen her corset. “Thank you Rae. It’s very late, you may turn in for the night. I’m more than capable with the rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rae left as Penelope removed her undergarments and slid on her robe.

She laid in bed for a short time, but knew she would never be able to fall asleep after the events of tonight. Before making her way back downstairs, she stopped to look in on Elliot. There was not a single night that she hadn’t checked on him before going to bed. After a quick belly rub and a gentle kiss on his forehead, Pen descended the stairs. 

The study door was cracked open, the candlelight casting a sharp line on the marble floor of the foyer. She knocked gently. A grunt was the only answer. 

“Is that how you greet your wife?” She pushed her way in, closed the door and approached him slowly.

“Oh, forgive me.” He hadn’t even looked up from the desk until she spoke. He obviously thought she was a footman looking for permission to go to bed.

“Are you still upset about tonight?” She made her way around the desk to where he sat and leaned against it.

“Of course I am. I would hate for anyone to think we would ever approve of such things, much less that we had a hand in it.” He took a sip of his whiskey, leaned back in the chair, and folded his hands over his stomach.

“You apologized. Miss Wallace knows that Evers is the scoundrel. And so does everyone else who was there when you told him off. I’m quite proud of you.” She brushed his cheek with her hand.

He sighed and tried to muster a smile, leaning in to her touch. She was right, but it was never something he delighted in doing, causing a scene. He hated confrontation, but would defend himself and his family to the end of his days.

Colin grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, gently and slowly, meeting her gaze. His eyes drifted down and he was surprised by what he saw. The bottom half of Penelope’s robe had fallen open, all the way up to her thigh, revealing a very bare leg. 

“Penelope.” He could not suppress a smile as he met her eyes again. 

She returned his smile, “Thought you might need cheering up.” 

His hand rested on her knee as he looked over her, imagining what was beneath the fabric. Nothing he hadn’t seen before, but it never stopped exciting him.

He shifted closer to her, remaining seated in his chair. Pen leaned toward him as his hand drifted, ever so slightly, upward. Their foreheads met and his hand continued on its path, reaching around and squeezing her rear, before coming back over her thigh and ending at the spot he knew would drive her mad. As expected, a loud breath escaped her. She gripped his shoulder with one hand and raked through his hair with the other. Their lips met for a brief moment, then Colin settled into her neck as his fingers continued to tease her.

Colin spread her legs wider and stood between them, suddenly needing to have his body pressed against hers. His other hand found the ribbon around her waist and he pulled on the bow that secured it at her side. The silken fabric slid easily as he guided his hand up the edge of her robe, coaxing it further open. He kissed her, fervently as he found her bare breast. The intensity of her moan broke their kiss, only for a moment.

Pen fumbled with his belt between her fits of pleasure, but they soon stopped. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to break this desk,” he said with a laugh. He wasn’t wrong. It was old and had spindly legs that creaked whenever Colin put pressure on the top to pull himself out of his chair. The sounds emitting from it now warned of its collapse if they were to continue.

Pen pulled him in by the neck and whispered in his ear. “Sit on the sofa.”

He bit his lip. Her eyes glittered in the candlelight. He considered her for a moment, trying to decide if he should let her take control, or if he should assert himself and do everything he wanted, then and there. He cleared his throat and backed away from her. Pulling his shirt slowly over his head, he walked toward the sofa on the other side of the room, while also removing his belt.

She followed, pinching her robe closed, but only just. He made himself comfortable and waited with an expectant smirk. She leaned over to begin undoing the buttons on his trousers. Colin’s gaze wandered between her hands, her face and the delightful peeks he was getting of everything under her robe. Her hands grazed over his hips, under the fabric of his drawers. He decided to move things along by pulling off the last of his remaining clothes and throwing them on the floor. 

Pen smiled and took a step back, taking a long look at everything her husband had to offer before meeting his eyes. She ran her fingers from her neck to her chest, following the edges of her robe. She paused for a moment, quite enjoying the look on Colin’s face; mouth gaping, eyes dark and pleading with her to just get on with it. Pulling the fabric open, she allowed it to slide down her shoulders and fall to the floor.

Colin gulped. He would never tire of seeing his wife like this. She straddled him and immediately helped him enter her. Their pace started slow, but quickly grew more rapid. Colin’s hands found every place they could, pressing his fingers into her soft skin. His lips did the same, wandering over her breasts, her shoulders, her neck. “Pen…don’t stop.” The sensations coursing through his body made him shudder. They moved together, everything gaining in intensity.

They didn’t hear the crack that came before the sofa collapsed under them.

“What-” Colin was so engaged in the moment that he hardly realized what had happened.

“We broke the sofa,” Pen said, breathlessly, “...and you were worried about the desk.”

They couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Pen leaned down to him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Well, there’s not much more damage we can do,” he said, once their laughter subsided. She lifted her head and they shared a sweet kiss.

“Hmh. Does that mean you wish to continue?”

“Very much.” He cradled her face and laid a passionate kiss on her lips. They began again, neither one wanting to give up on what they had started.

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Colin poured his wife a cup of tea while Elliot sat in her lap, gnawing on his blanket. His tensions had eased since the disaster of last night. Penelope was to thank for that. No matter what happened, they were united and would support each other through every obstacle.

He placed Pen’s cup in front of her and leaned down, planting a kiss on her forehead, and then Elliot’s. “Thank you for last night,” he said.

“Hmh, my pleasure.” A playful smile passed her lips.

He chuckled, “Not that….well, not only that.” His grin widened, then retreated. “I don’t know where I’d be without you. Reminding me to be brave, and giving me something to fight for.” He spoke slowly, with purpose and sincerity.

Penelope stared at him, her eyes quickly welling with tears. “I love you,” she said, quietly. He pressed his lips firmly to hers, brushing a thumb lightly over her cheek.

“Ahem.” Benedict cleared his throat after entering the Featherington drawing room.

Colin straightened up, somewhat startled, though Benedict’s presence wasn’t entirely unexpected. Colin had told Varley there would be no need to announce family visitors in the morning, as it had become such a regular routine for them to stop by at this hour. “Forgive us…good morning brother.”

“I suppose I should just get used to it with you two.” He waved them off and pulled up a chair next to Penelope and Elliot. “Hello you,” he said, grasping Elliot’s tiny hand.

“Hello,” Pen teased, laughing at Benedict and his lack of greeting toward her. He smiled back, grateful that she was happy to overlook the blunder.

“I heard you had an exciting night. Is anything amiss?”

“No,” Colin stated, firmly. “We simply got involved with the wrong person. Hopefully the dust settles soon and we never have to speak of it again…but that is doubtful.” He took a deep breath, trying to halt the anxiety that threatened to creep back in.

“Well, we all know how quickly these things come to pass. They’ll be on about something else soon enough.” Benedict sighed and slouched back in his chair, not quite his usual cheery self.

“Is everything well with you?” Colin asked, pouring tea for his brother and himself, taking a seat opposite Pen.

Benedict looked down, wringing his hands together. He took a quick breath and leaned over the table toward Colin. “Is all this worth it?”

“What do you mean?” Colin asked.

“This.” Benedict gestured in the air, toward nothing in particular, and surveyed the room. “All of this. Society. Expectations. Money. Servants. Any of it. Is this lifestyle worth making a choice just to satisfy society?”

“What is this about? I know you despise being put through the marriage mart every year, but I thought you still somewhat enjoyed society?” Pen asked.

His words came pouring out, “I would love just…a good party. One that came without the pressures of dancing with every eligible lady in hopes that we might miraculously fall in love. One where I can simply engage in conversation without expectation. To let things come naturally, not be forced into it because that’s what society deems necessary.” Benedict sighed.

Colin nodded, sympathetically. “The only thing worth being put through torment is love.” Pen tsked and looked at her husband quizzically. He laughed, “I only mean…if you’re going to experience unpleasant things in life, there should be something that makes it worthwhile. Whether it be a person, or some sort of passion. It will only be tolerable if there is someone, or something, that you can look to for comfort, for guidance, to focus on, while letting the rest of the world fall away.”

Benedict looked at his brother, who was now looking at Penelope. He gently sighed and nodded. “I just…I’m so tired of being told that the love I need is, here, in this society. As if there isn’t another world outside our bubble with thousands -millions- of other people. Who’s to say she isn’t there?”

Colin continued, “You may be right.” Colin was hesitant to ask his next question, for fear that Benedict had already given up. “What about that woman at the masquerade ball? The lady in silver. Have you found her?” 

“I desperately wish I could.” The tone of his voice left no question that he was still smitten with the unknown woman. “Mother said the crest on the glove was from Penwood House. I called on them a while ago. Lady Gun and her two daughters, but they were most certainly not her. And Lady Gun has been throwing those girls in my direction ever since.” Benedict leaned back in his chair and raked his fingers through his hair. “I feel as though I need a fresh start, or…some time to organize my thoughts, at the very least. I will be leaving for My Cottage tomorrow.”

“It’s only halfway through the season,” Pen said with surprise, “what does your mother think?”

“She doesn’t know. Yet.”

Pen and Colin quickly glanced at each other across the table. It was best not to get involved. 

“When will you return?” she asked. Benedict simply shrugged. “Well, we shall miss you. Don’t stay away too long…for Elliot’s sake.” Penelope turned her lips into a pout, and held her son up to his uncle, who cracked a smile and gladly stole his nephew.

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Violet and Eloise made their entrance at Featherington house a mere quarter of an hour after Benedict had left.

Eloise was more eager to discuss the new book she had found at the market than fawn over her nephew. It’s not that she disliked children, but babies of Elliot’s age were uninteresting and incapable of saying or doing, well…anything that stimulated her.

Violet and Colin sat on the sofa, playing peek-a-boo with Elliot. Even if he was unable to do much more than roll over, he had started to giggle and babble. Everyone who paid a visit, except Eloise, was determined to make him laugh, even if it meant making themselves look foolish in the process.

“Sir, a Lady Wallace is here with her daughter, Miss Olivia Wallace.” Varley announced.

Colin flashed a panicked look over his shoulder at Pen. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise that the Wallace’s would want to have a word, they just hoped this visit wouldn’t be one full of accusations or insults.

“Mother, could you please take Elliot to his room?”

“Of course, dear,” Violet responded without even looking at Colin. She swiftly left the room with Elliot in her arms. She would normally stay to introduce herself but, since it wasn’t her home, propriety took second to her grandson. 

“What am I to do?” Eloise asked apprehensively, still sitting on the settee near the window where Pen had abandoned her, now standing by her husband.

“I suppose you can stay.” Colin shrugged, actually hoping that Eloise might offer some comic relief, should the need arise. Eloise groaned, clearly unenthusiastic about further socialization this morning.

“See them in, please,” Pen told Varley.

“Lady Wallace, Miss Wallace, it’s a pleasure to see you,” Penelope greeted them with all of the graciousness she could conjure. “This is my sister, Eloise Bridgerton. I hope it is alright if she joins us?”

“Quite alright.” Lady Wallace agreed. She seemed to be in a good mood, given what transpired the night before.

“Please, sit. I will have Varley bring some tea. Would you like some scones as well?” It couldn’t hurt to butter them up a little.

“That’s not necessary, thank you. But, tea would be very nice,” Lady Wallace smiled, offering some comfort to Pen and Colin. If she was upset about the previous night, she wasn’t letting it show.

Varley nodded and made her way to the kitchen. The five of them took their seats at the corner table. They sat in silence for only a few seconds, but Colin couldn’t stand it. “I must apologize...for everything that happened last evening. You must understand it was never our intention to have your daughter paired with anyone less than worthy. I’m unsure if you know of his reputation…. It is not something entirely appropriate to speak of -”

Lady Wallace held up her hand to silence Colin. “It is quite alright. Lord Remington came to speak with us after your encounter with Lord Evers and my daughter. He explained everything, perhaps too many things…” she trailed off, averting her gaze and brushed a gloved finger over her forehead in embarrassment. She regained her poise and continued, “I must thank you for intervening when you did. Lord Remington spoke very highly of your characters. I simply wanted to inform you that we understand the entire situation was unintentional on your part. We will do our very best to quell any rumors to the contrary.”

Colin’s shoulders noticeably relaxed as he released the breath he’d been holding. Thank God for Remington , he thought.

“That is so very good to hear. Thank you,” Pen said, equally as relieved, putting her hand to her chest. “Again, we are so very sorry. If there is anything we can do to further make amends, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Well, there may be something,” Lady Wallace began, daintily grasping her teacup and taking a sip, “It would seem that you two are keen to play matchmakers this year. Perhaps you could help find our Olivia a proper suitor this season.”

“Oh, well…we could certainly try.” Penelope smiled politely. Colin simply nodded, still reeling from the relief of not being strung up, but also extremely hesitant to partake in the process of matchmaking ever again. 

“I was wondering about your brother, Mr. Bridgerton. Benedict, I believe is his name?” Olivia Wallace finally spoke up. She had always appeared meek, but spoke confidently and clearly.

Eloise snorted. Pen, Colin and their guests turned their attention to her, having nearly forgotten she was there. Eloise had been quietly nibbling at some chocolate macarons and sipping her tea when her brother’s name was brought up as a possible suitor.

Eloise cleared her throat and set down her teacup, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the admonishing glares being cast in her direction. “Apologies. It is only that…Benedict is wonderful, but our brother is a… free spirit, as it were. Getting him to settle down would be like squeezing blood from a stone.”

Colin agreed, “I’m afraid Eloise is right. I do not doubt that you and Benedict would get on well, but he has always been reluctant when it comes to marriage. I would hate to set you on a futile venture.” Plus, he won’t be anywhere near London soon, he thought. Colin knew from their discussion earlier that Benedict was in no shape to even think of someone else this season. He was glad Eloise had broken Miss Wallace's spirit before he had to.

“Oh, I see.” Miss Wallace sat back in her chair, deflated.

“If you could give us a little time, there should certainly be more eligible suitors we could introduce you to, perhaps at the opening of the Chipply museum?” Pen said.

“That sounds like a fine idea.” Lady Wallace replied, placing a hand on her daughter's arm. Miss Wallace nodded, with a hopeful smile.

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Over the next week the Bridgertons and Wallaces had several encounters, each one more pleasant than the last. One particularly enjoyable afternoon, they were invited to tea at the Wallace residence with Lord and Lady Cho. Emma Cho gushed over Penelope, wishing she’d had the nerve to approach her sooner to express her admiration for Lady Whistledown. Even Lord Cho was sincere in their conversation, praising Penelope’s talent, as well as Colin’s, having read a copy of his novel. 

The flattering compliments from people outside of their inner circle made her feel less ostracized from the Ton. It made her wonder if others felt the same; simply intimidated by Lady Whistledown, rather than disdainful. Perhaps it would just take a little more time and effort to win their favor.

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The Wallaces accompanied the Bridgertons to the opening of the Chipply museum. They arrived early and enjoyed perusing the art while they eagerly awaited the arrival of one person in particular.

While considering the possible matches for Olivia Wallace, they had enlisted the help of Lord Remington. He knew who was earnestly looking for a wife this season and he was always making the rounds at every social function, building extensive knowledge pertaining to everyone’s activities and interests. More knowledge than Penelope could glean from simply eavesdropping. Pen wished she had made his acquaintance during her Whistledown days. They made quite the team. It did not take long to discern which gentleman of the Ton might be the best match for Miss Wallace. Someone who would be worthy of her sweet disposition. They all agreed upon one.

“Olivia,” Pen whispered, gently grasping the young lady’s arm while Lady Wallace, Colin and his mother moved ahead of them. As they had become more familiar with each other, Miss Wallace insisted that Pen start calling her Olivia. Pen had returned the sentiment. 

“How are you?” Pen asked.

“A bit nervous if I’m honest,” she answered, fidgeting with her shawl.

Pen touched her hand gently. She was incredibly sympathetic to the feeling. Being a wallflower was Pen’s specialty. The most difficult bit was watching how effortlessly conversation came to others. How confidence seemed to be an innate characteristic of nearly everyone in the Ton. Confidence she only ever possessed on paper. Often, before Colin’s encouragement, her heart would leap into her throat at the very thought of approaching anyone, much less a suitor, causing her to choke on her words. 

“You will do well, I’m sure of it,” Pen smiled, reassuringly. “Being yourself is imperative. There is no reason to be anyone less when looking for someone to spend a lifetime with.” She knew all too well that this was the best possible strategy. And if Olivia was even half as clever and kind outwardly as she’d shown herself to be over the last week, she would have no trouble.

“I suppose that is true.” Olivia took a deep breath and gave Pen a grateful smile as they rejoined their group.

Lord Remington approached them with Lord Basilio following closely behind. Lord Basilio was the first to offer a greeting, “Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton, delightful to see you.” His gaze immediately fell to Miss Wallace who was standing at Pen’s side.

“You as well," Colin said, noting Basilio’s immediate interest. "Lord Basilio, have you met Miss Olivia Wallace and her mother, Lady Wallace?” 

“I have not had the pleasure.” He replied in a jovial tone, smiling and bowing to Miss Wallace, who seemed equally as delighted with the introduction. She curtsied and looked up at him through her long, dark eyelashes.

They had seen her smile before, but this time her entire face lit up. Typically shy and reserved, she was making an extra effort tonight to appeal to her suitor. Or perhaps it was genuine. It was too early to tell. Pen suspected that her comment about being your true self was taken to heart.

“Would you like to join me for a tour?” Lord Basilio asked, holding out his arm. Olivia nodded and gently hooked her arm around his.

“We shall chaperone, if that is alright.” Colin suggested to Lady Wallace, who nodded in agreement. 

Lord Basilio and Olivia walked a few paces ahead of them. When they stopped to admire a painting, Colin and Penelope did the same, unfortunately too far removed to overhear their conversation.

“I wish I knew what they were discussing,” Pen said, overtly peering around other patrons for a better look at the pair.

“Me, too,” Colin agreed.

They drew closer, leaving a comfortable distance between them so as not to arouse suspicion.

 “ - I must admit,” Lord Basilio paused, looked around and leaned, ever so slightly, toward Olivia, “I know nothing about art.” 

“Nor do I,” she giggled, her smile shining almost brighter than before, “in fact, I do not understand it at all. Though, I do appreciate its beauty and the talent it requires.”

“As do I,” Basillio agreed, gazing at Olivia quite intently, causing her cheeks to go rosy.

Pen and Colin glanced sideways at each other, both smirking at how adorable their new match was. They continued walking through the gallery, now stopping less often to admire the art and instead, ogling each other. Pen and Colin kept close enough to catch bits of what they were saying.

“I find music much more stimulating.” Basilio remarked.

“Do you? Our home is always filled with music. My siblings and I are always composing our own sonatas and concertos…or attempting to anyway,” she paused for a moment, bashfully looking down. “Perhaps I could play for you one day?” 

“I would like that very much.” Basilio smiled.

From what Pen and Colin could gather, their continued conversation consisted of which instruments Olivia played, what her siblings played, their favorite musical pieces, Basilio’s country estate and a quick mention of a new horse.

Pen couldn’t help but smile, remembering how last season’s encounter with Lord Basilio had gone awry. 

Colin whispered, “Ah, he’s back in the saddle again.” Penelope giggled. 

Their tour of the museum went rather quickly, unencumbered by constant starts and stops at every art piece. Lord Basilio and Colin excused themselves to fetch lemonades for the ladies, which gave Pen and Olivia a quick moment to check in.

“Pen, he is wonderful.” There was no hiding her excitement. 

“You’re doing so well.” She replied, sweetly, feeling like a proud big sister.

“I’m simply doing as you suggested; being myself.”

“One could not ask for more,” Pen said. Olivia smiled back at her with sparkling eyes as their gentlemen returned, lemonades in hand.

They joined their party once again, which had now grown to include Lord and Lady Cho, Lord Fife, soon-to-be Lady Fife, and Marcus Anderson, all of whom offered the warmest of greetings as they approached.

Pen could not remember a more wonderful evening. The only other group she had ever felt so comfortable with was the Bridgerton family. Tonight she was exactly who she had always been while in their company, and it was liberating. Being completely engaged in meaningful conversation with others who embraced her as…well, her, was profound. Whistledown was always a part of her, and she now had the freedom to meld two personalities into one that was honestly, unequivocally, her . If only it hadn’t taken this long to figure it out.

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The end of the social season was near. Olivia Wallace’s family had left for their country estate and Lord Basilio left for his. The couple had spent the rest of the season attending every ball and social assembly that remained, together. Pen made Olivia promise to write while she was away. She was so eager to have someone to write to again. She had kept in contact with Francesca in Scotland, but the correspondence took so long that they were only able to exchange a few letters during the season.

One particularly chilly morning, Penelope and Colin sat in their drawing room, reading and taking turns playing with Elliot on the floor. They were thankful for the roaring fire keeping them warm, but needed to make sure he didn’t decide that this was the day to start crawling.

“The post is here ma’am.” Varley brought in a tray with two envelopes, one addressed to Penelope, the other to both of them.

“Oh, this must be from Olivia!” Pen did not recognize the hand-writing, but the wax seal boasted a large, scripted W.

Pen opened her envelope while Colin opened the other. “Ah, the Fife wedding invitation.”

“Finally!” Pen smiled. She had been anticipating this wedding all season. “When is it?”

“Two weeks.” That meant it would be the last event of the season. They were still in disbelief that Lord Fife, snake Fife, would be getting married soon. Maybe reality would set in when they could finally witness it firsthand.

“I can’t imagine Miss Wallace has much to say, they would have only arrived a few days ago,” Colin said.

Pen unfolded the letter and read it aloud:

Dear Pen~

I simply could not wait to begin my correspondence with you! I very much look forward to sending and receiving letters this autumn and winter. It will most certainly make the bitter cold more bearable.

Lord Basilio sent two letters ahead of his arrival in Bristol. They were waiting when we arrived in Bath yesterday. Our family estates are less than a day’s ride apart! He extended an invitation to my family for a week-long visit. Papa has always been very impressed with Lord Basilio and already accepted his invitation.

Pen, I could not be happier, and I have you and your wonderful husband (and Lord Remington) to thank for that. Given some of Lord Basilio’s declarations included in the other letter, for my eyes only (declarations which I shall never disclose, for fear of appearing unladylike), I think he may propose! We shall see how the visit goes. I know I mustn't get my hopes too high, but I will not get married without you there! I will be sure to inform you of any developments as soon as is humanly possible. 

All my love to you and your family,

Olivia

Pen finished reading and looked up at Colin, whose grin matched her own. “How wonderful.” she said, her heart swelling, tears stinging her eyes.

Pen immediately wrote a letter in response, expressing how excited they were to hear about her visit to Basilio’s estate and wished her luck on receiving a proposal.

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The Fife wedding was a typical affair; a small church wedding and a breakfast held at the Goring residence.

Pen and Colin were enjoying their conversation with Lord and Lady Cho when Fife clinked his glass, causing the room to fall silent. He stood proudly, grasping his wife's hand and raising his glass of champagne with the other.

“Good day everyone. I simply wanted to offer my thanks to all of you for being here ....I do not deserve Miss Goring - Lady Fife…” He could not contain his smile as he nodded down to her. “But, she said yes. ‘Tis done, and she is now stuck with me.” He joked, eliciting quiet laughter from the small crowd. “I look forward to the years of joy and love and companionship she has so graciously offered me.” A small applause began.

Fife continued, before the chatter grew too loud. “And also, to Mr. Colin Bridgerton and Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton…” Pen instinctively grabbed Colin’s arm. A force of habit, she guessed, from all the years of being fearful over what Fife might say to her, or about her. “Who gave me a second chance - I suppose more chances than that - to prove that a dolt like me was worthy of love and also worthy of their friendship. To their love and kindness, which inspired this love,” he wrapped his arm around Lady Fife’s waist, “and is sure to inspire others.”

The room was silent for a moment, until Fife raised his glass higher, “Cheers!”

Penelope and Colin glanced around the room, unsure what reactions Fife’s speech might elicit. It was not every day they were so highly praised in such a public manner.

“Cheers!” Much of the crowd responded, raising their glasses in return, easing their tensions a bit.

The new Lord and Lady Fife came to their table, all smiles as their guests continued milling about. “I hope that was alright. We wanted to express our gratitude for you two, for bringing us together.” Lady Fife said with the slightest hesitation.

“Perfectly alright,” Colin responded, “though we cannot take much credit. We simply gave you a push in the right direction.”

“Indeed,” Lord Fife said. “Now, my wife and I will be retiring for a few days. No need to come looking for us.” Fife winked, and his wife turned nearly the same shade of red as the roses at the table. She lightly slapped his arm and quickly regained her natural color before they reiterated their gratitude and continued on to greet their other guests.

Colin laughed and bit his lip. “That is a compelling idea,” he said quietly, leaning down to Pen, brushing his lips over her ear, but his intentions were lost on her as she suddenly became rigid.

Pen’s grasp tightened around Coin’s arm as two of the most crude men she’d ever met were making their way toward them. Lords Stanton and Wilding halted, both smiling at the Bridgertons. 

Pen wanted to hide behind her husband, but she stood her ground and managed a half-hearted smile.

“Gentlemen,” Colin greeted them. 

Ha! Gentlemen….not quite. Pen thought.

“Bridgerton. Playing matchmaker this season, are we?” Lord Wilding said with his usual devious smile.

“Merely lending a hand to those who request it.”

“Seems you’ve made a mighty fine job of it. With Fife, and there’s been talk of Basilio catching the marriage bug, as well.” Stanton added.

“Both made fine matches, indeed. And both were mature enough to know, and pursue, what they want in life.” Colin confidently responded.

Ouch. Pen sneered.

“You’re a clever man, Bridgerton.” Wilding raised his chin, perhaps in a bid to preserve his air of self importance. “Perhaps one day I will seek your services. When I discover what it is I want from life.” The last of his words dripped with mockery. Wilding and Stanton snickered to each other as they left with minimal graciousness.

Colin rolled his eyes as Pen began to breathe normally again. “I no longer have time for their immaturity.” He stated simply, finishing off his champagne. “Shall we go?”

Pen smiled and nodded, but as they turned to leave, there were a few mama’s waiting to make their acquaintance. Apparently spurred on by Fife’s speech and the reports of the successful Basilio/Wallace match, they were all eager to set up tea times to discuss their young debutantes’ prospects for the next season. They were definitely going to need more of Remington’s help.

—--

When they returned to Featherington house later that afternoon, a letter from Olivia Wallace was waiting. Pen did not waste a second, tearing into the envelope, her heart pounding in her chest.

Dearest Pen-

I am ENGAGED! Well, WE are engaged! There is nothing on this earth that could dampen my spirits!

He proposed at the end of our visit, after our last dinner. My family was present, as well as his parents. I could have never imagined a more marvelous family to be welcomed into. I apologize if a few stray tears stain the parchment. I cannot help but rejoice in my good fortune.

Thank you Pen, with all my heart. I will keep you apprised of our wedding plans!

Love to you all,

Olivia

Pen ran a finger over two small circles at the bottom of the page. Her joyful tears had, indeed, stained it. 

“Congratulations, my dear.” Colin had been reading the letter over Pen’s shoulder.

Pen turned around and hugged him tightly. “You had a part in it.”

“You and Remington did most of the work. I merely threw Basilio’s name in for consideration.”

“Mm, well it thrills you all the same, I am certain.”

“Perhaps,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head, “I am just happy that you are happy.”

He leaned down for a quick kiss before she reminded him, “We have to get ready.”

He groaned. It had already been a long day. A wedding in the morning and now a large dinner with his family this evening. Kate and Anthony returned from India several weeks ago and Benedict had recently returned from My Cottage. Kate and Anthony invited everyone for a Bridgerton dinner to mark the occasion.

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Penelope was feeling good tonight. They had successfully matched two couples this season and her name was no longer spoken with disdain. She was married to the love of her life and she was sitting at the table with the family she had longed to be a part of for so many years. She was one of them.

A servant filled Pen’s empty glass with more red wine. Was this the second or third glass? She couldn’t quite recall as the alcohol was already forcing its effects on her. It never took much to make her brain fuzzy and lower her inhibitions. She was safe and she was happy and that was all that mattered.

Colin was also in a cheerful mood, joking with his brothers and Eloise. Gregory and Hyacinth held more space at the table as they had grown and contributed to conversations more than ever before. 

Pen’s gaze passed from one sibling to the next, adoring the expressions on their faces. 

Everything about this day made her heart burst with pride. She released a heavy sigh.

Colin took a moment to check on her, placing his hand over hers, which was resting on the table. “Everything alright?” A smile was still plastered on his face, a result of Anthony and Kate’s latest tale about their son Edmund’s failed attempts at taking his first steps. God, she loved his smile.

“Everything is perfect.” She beamed at him and took another drink of her wine.

Colin patted her hand as he turned to Eloise on his other side, joining in the banter between her and Gregory.

Penelope’s fingers intertwined with his. Even after a year of marriage, his soft touch sent tingles through her. He was so good with his hands. After caressing his fingers with hers for a short while, she slid her hand out from under his and dropped it to his thigh. 

Penelope took another sip of wine as she squeezed, just a little. Colin’s hand flinched and flattened on the table, clearly too distracted to notice that hers had moved from its previous position.

He managed to break away from his conversation. “Pen, what is it?” he said sweetly, thinking she simply needed his attention. He wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I need you.” she whispered, taking yet another sip of wine.

“Penelope,” he laughed quietly, looking around at the crowded table. “Later, I promise,” he smiled. Peering into her eyes, he saw how dilated her pupils were, practically no trace of the glittering blue he loved so much. He was sure his eyes reflected the same hunger back to her, a ball of warmth churning in his stomach, but he had to tear himself away.

She allowed him to speak to Gregory for a few moments before moving her hand up his thigh and squeezing, a little harder this time. Colin moved his hand from the table and grabbed hers, gently, without breaking his conversation.

She giggled to herself, wondering how far she could take this before someone noticed. Able to sneak her hand from his grip, she moved it to the center of his lap, grazing against his bulge. Colin sat up straight, but managed to keep his composure.

Pen continued to slowly massage him through the fabric of his trousers. She could feel his member shift as he started to get aroused.

Colin’s laughter subsided as he attempted to remain focused on listening to Gregory. He placed his hand low on his stomach. Trying to remain discreet, he dug his pinky and ring fingers into her hand, not wanting her to stop, but hoping she would at least let up for a moment so he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of his family. 

Once his conversation ended, Colin cleared his throat, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He pushed Pen’s hand away gingerly and stood up slowly, remaining slightly hunched to hide his growing desire. 

“Colin, dear, are you alright?” Violet asked from the head of the table. Everyone else was still too engaged in their own discussions to pay him any mind.

“I’m afraid something must not have agreed with me. I think I shall step out for some fresh air.”

Violet simply nodded. “I hope you’ll feel well enough for dessert.” She was slightly inebriated herself, joy flickering in her eyes, the result of having so many of her children around her table once again.

“I’ll accompany you.” Pen finished her wine and stood with Colin, leaving the dining room hand in hand with her husband.

Once they were in the hall, Colin leaned down, scolding her in a low voice, “What were you thinking? Someone might’ve seen.” However, the smirk on his face indicated he was far from unhappy.

“I just love being here…with you…with your family.” Penelope stopped just before they reached the end of the hallway. She drew him toward her and their lips met. She pulled at his lapel, escalating the kiss. 

Colin cradled her cheeks. He absolutely loved when his wife took control, when she showed how much she wanted him. The tightening in his breeches made it clear that they should head home, very soon.

Penelope’s hands moved down the front of his coat until her fingers curled around his waistband. Reaching in, she managed to brush her fingers over his bare skin and across his growing arousal. He moaned and grabbed her wrist knowing there was a very good chance they would be caught by a servant, or worse, a family member.

“How much wine have you had?” Colin asked, nose to nose with Pen. Her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, practically begging for more.

“Enough not to care what we do…or where.” Her other hand had wandered up to his hair, gripping it tightly, pulling him back into the kiss.

They both knew exactly where they were. Colin backed Penelope toward the door, reached behind her and opened it. Their lips finally parted as Colin closed the door behind them. “Sit,” he said, turning back to her.

Penelope looked around. There was plenty of seating in the Bridgerton drawing room. A fire had recently been lit in preparation for an after dinner gathering, providing the only light in the room. She sat, properly, in one of the chairs near the fireplace, ankles crossed, hands folded in her lap. 

Everything else was entirely improper. 

She squeezed her breasts together, making them more voluptuous than usual. The expression on her face was wanting and alluring, lightly biting her lip, waiting to see what Colin would do.

Colin approached her and slowly knelt in front of her. He maintained eye contact as he gently moved her hands to her sides and nudged her knees apart. Colin placed light kisses on her chest, just above her bodice as his hands began lifting her skirts. Their eyes met again as he stroked her thighs, her skirts now in her lap.

“What do you want?” He asked quietly, his eyes darting to her lips.

“Just you.” She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He moaned, leaning into her, pushing her against the back of the chair. “You can have all of me,” his lips trailed down her neck as he whispered, “I quite liked what you were doing before.”  

She smiled and pulled his trousers away from his body, reaching one hand in as she had done in the hallway. “This?” she asked as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

“Yes,” he groaned into her ear. Her hands were cold, but it only intensified the sensation.

She began stroking him, occasionally pressing her thumb into his tip, relishing in the guttural sounds he made each time. 

He buried his face in her neck, tickling the sensitive patch under her ear with his warm breath. His hands pressed into her hips. He was too focused on Pen’s teasing movements to do anything else but savor it. Until she stopped.

“I need you,” she said before Colin could protest and began undoing his buckle and buttons.

He brought his lips to hers again, as she exposed his manhood. Colin pulled her forward off the chair, gently lowering her to the ground. He reached for a pillow on the sofa, placing it behind his wife’s head, forever the gentleman. 

Grabbing her hips, he guided himself into her as she gasped. The alcohol had clouded her judgment up until this point and only now had she actually thought about how naughty they were being. In a home that was not their own, in a room where anyone could walk in at any moment. It made it all the more thrilling.

Colin thrust into her, slowly increasing his pace. This was all good, very good, but he needed to hear how much she was enjoying this. His hand moved down between them. She whimpered as his fingers met her most sensitive spot, just above where their bodies had become one. 

“Oh, God…Colin.” She breathed, loudly, unable to contain it.

“Shhh..” he half laughed, reminding her that they were not at home, but this was what he wanted, what he always wanted. To make her feel the pleasure she had always given him. To hear the noises that assured him that he was doing something right.

She wanted to scream, to moan as loud as she could, to tell him to never stop. Instead, she bit her lip and released a quiet whine as she writhed beneath him.

He smiled, but his face quickly darkened as he gave into his desire, bracing himself on one arm, stroking her core while he slid in and out of her. He couldn’t suppress his groan as he climaxed. Penelope pressed her fingers to his lips, now reminding him of their surroundings.

She giggled briefly, as Colin kissed her fingertips and continued caressing her, willing her to give in to the sensations below. She gripped his cravat as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. She pulled herself up to him, moaning and biting into the thick fabric on his shoulder, then finding his lips as she came down.

He nibbled at her bottom lip, following her as she fell back into the pillow. They laid together for a moment, catching their breath.

“You know, the longer we lay here, the more likely we are to be caught.” Pen said, finally coming to her senses.

“Mm.” Colin was still breathing heavily, resting his head on her bosom, still not quite recovered. He managed to lift himself onto his knees and started putting himself back together. Pen sat up, pulling her skirts down over her knees, both of them stealing sly glances, finding humor in each other's disheveled state.

Colin had just fastened his buckle when the door on the far side of the room swung open. He froze in place for half a second, then grabbed Penlope’s arm, yanking her up from the floor.

Eloise spotted them just as Pen got to her feet, smoothing the front of her dress and fixing her hair. Even though it was dark, the only light emanating from the fireplaces at both ends of the expansive room, it was still quite obvious what they had been up to.

“Wha-” Eloise’s mouth dropped open. The laughter of several Bridgertons echoed in the hall behind her. Anthony collided with Eloise as he passed through the doorway. He followed her gaze, as Colin quickly bent down and hastily threw the pillow back on the sofa.

“Brother?” Anthony said slowly.

Colin cleared his throat, “We were just about to call for someone to light the candles.”

“Hm,” Anthony nodded, a goofy smile tugging at his lips. He squinted at Colin and his wife as they stood there, guilty as sin, but trying desperately to mask it. “I will call for someone.”

Anthony left, but they could hear him speaking in the hallway, “The room’s not ready, yet. I will fetch someone. Stay here.”

Eloise, however, stood rooted in place. Pen had divulged most of what marriage involved and what led to a woman being with child. Eloise was too revolted to speak of it again. It made her want to vomit. Her brother…her best friend. She did her best to push the images from her mind, but the realization that she had almost just witnessed it with her own eyes was a bit much. She silently backed out of the doorway and closed it.

Colin pinched the bridge of his nose with his clean hand. Looking down at his wife, they couldn’t help but laugh. They were idiots. What sort of believable excuse could they ever give for sitting in a dark room? While the Bridgerton siblings filed into the room through one set of doors, Pen and Colin managed to sneak out the other to freshen up and make themselves presentable before rejoining the family.

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“Is it safe to sit here?” Anthony whispered to Colin, gesturing to the sofa. 

“Yes, brother.” Colin answered, rolling his eyes. Anthony grinned as they sat together. “What?” Colin asked, annoyed and embarrassed at nearly being caught in a very awkward position by his entire family. It certainly would have been their own fault, but he wasn’t looking forward to being treated like a child, reprimanded for his lack of self-control.

Anthony nudged his shoulder. “It’s alright, brother. Every married couple has done it. Succumbed to their…impulses.” 

“Ugh, God, could you not…” Colin held up his hand in disgust, hoping he would be spared any possible details about where his brother and Kate had done the very same thing in the very same house.

Anthony chuckled. Colin was pleased to see how relaxed his brother was since becoming a husband and a father. He had softened and the entire family now saw the true Anthony that lay beneath the hardened exterior he wore when the pressures of finding a wife and becoming the Viscount were too much for him.

“What do you make of this?” Anthony whispered, discreetly pointing at Benedict, who was blatantly staring at one of the newest maids in Bridgerton house.

“I suppose it’s good to see him interested in someone, rather than simply adrift in society or in isolation at My Cottage.”

“Could be quite a scandal if he takes up with a maid in his own house, could it not? What would Whistledown say?” Colin was certain Anthony was worried about the possible indiscretion, but his curious smile reflected what they both knew to be true: there had been enough Bridgerton scandals over the years, they could certainly survive another.

“She does seem familiar, though. Where is she from?” Colin asked.

“Apparently, Benedict gallantly extricated her from some dreadful employers whilst he was away. He convinced mother to give her a place here.”

Colin simply nodded, glancing between his doe-eyed brother and the dark haired maid across the room.

“What are you two gentlemen discussing?” Penelope sidled up next to the couch, placing a hand on Colin’s shoulder.

“This clown.” Anthony gestured toward Benedict again.

“Ah, I noticed.” Pen smiled, following Benedict’s gaze to the lady in purple.

“Of course you did,” Anthony teased.

“Does she seem familiar to anyone else?” She remarked.

“Mhm,” Colin nodded, “Perhaps she reminds me of some young debutant I flirted with, years ago.” Pen looked down at her husband and dug her fingers into his shoulder, causing him to wince. “Who could never possibly compare to my stunning wife,” he quickly added, shifting in his seat to try and ease the pain.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Pen released his shoulder and gently cradled his chin in her hand.

She stepped forward and swayed a moment, before she quickly sat herself down in the nearest chair. Colin jumped, seeing that she had gone white as a sheet. “Pen, are you well?”

“Not at the moment.” She held a hand to her stomach and tried to breathe away the sudden wave of nausea and the bright spots from her field of vision. 

Anthony rushed to get her some water. She took a few sips and was able to open her eyes, finding that several Bridgertons were now surrounding her. Her face swiftly went from white to pink. “Please don’t fuss. Just had a bit of a turn. I’ll be alright.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fainted in our house.” Eloise said, kneeling next to her. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, thank you,” Pen said, handing the glass of water back to Anthony, “But, perhaps it would be best if we return home. It has been a rather long day, I’m just tired.”

“Of course.” Colin helped his wife slowly out of the chair. She was better, but still wobbly. Anthony walked them back home after they bid farewell to the family.

—--

Finally in the comfort of her own bed, Penelope took a deep breath as her husband crawled in next to her.

“Are you sure you’re well? You gave us a fright.”

“I’m feeling much better.” She reached over, stroking his cheek as he leaned in for a kiss.

“How much better?” Colin asked, gliding his hand from her stomach, up the front of her nightgown, gently squeezing her breast and sneakily curling his fingers under the fabric.

“Hmh, I’m afraid not well enough for that.” she sighed. “Was once not enough, tonight?” She giggled.

“It’s never enough,” he mumbled, burying his face between her breasts.

She laughed, then pretended to be asleep. Colin stayed there for a moment, sighed, placed a kiss on her skin and then on her lips. “Very well. In the morning then.” he rolled over and blew out the candle on his side of the bed. Pen did the same and drifted into a fitful sleep.

—--

The morning brought no relief. Throughout the night she dealt with being too hot, nauseous, dizzy, hot again. 

Colin caught sight of her. She looked a mess, but he tried not to panic. “Pen, are you alright?” 

“I think I simply had too much to drink last night.” She spoke carefully, swallowing hard as her stomach churned.

He allowed himself a small smile. His tiny wife could never handle her alcohol. “I will bring a plate up for you, and some water.”

“And a chamber pot,” she added.

“Yes, of course.” He kissed her forehead, before quickly retreating downstairs.

He returned to find Pen lying at the edge of the bed. He placed the pot next to the bed and brushed some hair from her scrunched forehead. “I brought you some eggs and toast.”

All she could do was nod. If she spoke, she knew she’d throw up. It didn’t matter, once the smell of breakfast reached her nostrils, she grabbed the pot and vomited. Colin quickly sat on the bed next to her, rubbing her back as she wretched a few more times.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, once she started to relax.

“Much.”

“Good. You must get something in your stomach.” He put the chamber pot down and brought over the breakfast tray while she sat herself up in bed.

She could hardly bear to look at it, much less smell it. Her face twisted in disgust. Colin smiled, “Trust me, you need to eat. I will send Rae up to help. Will you be alright?”

She nodded. He kissed her forehead while she slowly ripped off a piece of toast with her teeth.

Rae arrived only a few minutes later, interrupting Penelope’s hazy thoughts. “Good morning ma’am.” 

“Oh, morning Rae. I apologize for the state of things.” Rae moved about the room, collecting their garments which had been draped over chairs and moving the chamber pot out of sight.

“Quite alright. Mr. Bridgerton mentioned you were unwell. Is there anything more I can do for you?”

Pen shook her head, finally swallowing the piece of toast she had been rolling around in her mouth. As she thought more, she posed a question. “Rae…I know it’s not particularly within your duties to keep track, but…do you remember when my courses last came?”

“I’m not sure ma’am,” she thought for a moment. “I believe it was around the time of the Smythe-Smith musicale…6 weeks ago? Maybe more. I cannot honestly remember.” 

“Nor can I.” Pen said, in a daze. Rae’s lips curled into a smile as she and Pen stared at each other in realization. Pen smiled, too. She had been so distracted with the Fife wedding, Miss Wallace’s courtship and caring for Elliot, that she never once thought about when her cycle was due.

“Congratulations, ma’am.”

Pen simply nodded. “Not a word to Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

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“How are you feeling?” Colin whispered, kissing her forehead. He was sure Pen was still awake, even though her eyes were closed as she leaned back against the headboard. The breakfast tray was still on her lap, eggs and toast half eaten.

She was so exhausted from the restless night’s sleep and her first bout with morning sickness that she couldn't bother to open her eyes. “I would just like to sleep.” She thought about telling him, but wanted to share in his certain joy, she just didn’t have the energy.

Colin moved the tray and helped her settle into bed, tucking her in and laying a kiss on her cheek. He checked in on her multiple times throughout the morning, finally catching her awake shortly after lunch. 

“Someone has been missing you.” Colin gently placed Elliot next to her. Their boy smiled and immediately snuggled beside her. Pen nearly burst into tears then and there, wrapping an arm around him and breathing deeply against his little head, inhaling his sweet scent.

Colin slid under the covers next to them. Elliot was perfectly content sitting between them, alternating between playing with Pen’s hair and the ruffles on Colin’s shirt.

“I hope we’re not disturbing you.” Colin said, gently.

“Not at all. I’m feeling much better.” 

“Glad to hear it. Will you be spending the rest of the day in bed, or…?” he teased.

“If you two are with me, that sounds like a fine idea.” Pen smiled.

He smiled back, admiring his glowing wife, and very much relieved to see that her color had returned. They sat in silence for a bit, enjoying their sons' babbles.

“Would you like another one of these?” Pen asked, rubbing her hand over the top of Elliot’s head. 

“Of course I would,” Colin said, making playful faces at his son.

Pen silently stared at Colin, her smile growing wider the longer it took him to realize.

When he finally looked at her, she raised her eyebrows.

“Pen…” he finally got it. “Are you - are we having another?!” Unmistakable joy bloomed on his face, the same as it had when she told him the first time around. She nodded and laughed as he lunged toward her, trapping Elliot between them. He kissed her and moved a stray curl from her forehead. “You are magnificent.” He kissed her again, both of their eyes glossing over with tears. “I love you.”

“You’re going to have a brother or sister, little man!” He squished Elliot’s face in his hands and kissed him, too. He released a deep, very satisfied sigh, “Everyone will be thrilled.”

“If we could, I should like to wait to tell our families. Francesca and John are due from Scotland in a few weeks. It would be nice to share the news when everyone is together.”

“Of course, but do you think we can hide your condition that long if you are so ill in the mornings?”

“We shall see in the coming days. I think the wine also may have played a part this morning,” she shuddered, hoping that would be true, “I shall not make that mistake again.” 

—--

Francesca and John arrived in the middle of autumn and planned to stay at least through the new year. They had a few days to settle in before a large dinner was planned for the Bridgerton and Featherington families, hosted at Featherington house.

Everyone was preparing to move into the drawing room for desserts and drinks when Colin stood to gather their attention.

“We would like to make a quick announcement if we could.” Everyone quickly became quiet and looked toward Colin. An unusual feat given the number of family members surrounding them.

Pen stood proudly by his side as Colin burst with enthusiasm, “We shall be adding another member to the family, come next spring.”

“Oh!” Both Violet and Portia exclaimed together, rushing toward their respective children and trading places once hugs were exchanged. Several family members joined the mix, while others loudly expressed their congratulations. As Hyacinth clung to her, Penelope caught sight of Francesca, who wore a half-hearted smile, at best. She seemed uncomfortable, and Pen was immediately concerned. She assumed Francesca would be one of the first to congratulate them.

Eventually, they all settled into the next room. As the excitement died down, Pen found her way to Francesca, sitting alone by the fire. “Francesca…” She waited until Francesca nodded and gestured for Pen to sit next to her. “Is everything alright?” Her sister-in-law would hardly meet her gaze.

“Forgive me, Penelope.” She looked down at her lap and began wringing her hands together. “I am so happy for you and Colin, I really am. It is only…” she sighed, unable to utter the rest of her sentence.

Pen grasped her hands, trying to ease whatever anxiety was present within her.

Francesca took another, calming breath. “John and I…we’ve not been able to conceive,” she said quietly. “We’ve wanted a child for so long, but it just…hasn’t happened for us.”

Pen’s shoulders dropped. Sympathetic tears pushed their way forward. “I’m so sorry, Francesca. Had we known, we would have told you privately - “

“Oh, do not let us dampen your spirits, please .” she said, desperately, her own tears threatening. Francesca’s hands wrapped around Pen’s. “We could never be anything but overjoyed for you. I only wish to experience that same joy one day.” A tear rolled down Francesca’s cheek, quickly swept away by Penelope before she pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I pray that day will come very soon.” She softly smiled through her own tears, pulling away from Francesca, who managed a smile of her own. 

They both tried to collect themselves as John approached. Penelope couldn’t stop herself from standing to hug him. He wasn’t one for public affection, but he immediately knew what the gesture was for. He gave Penelope a squeeze before she released him. “I’m so happy you both are here.”

“We’re very happy to be back. And delighted that there will be yet another Bridgerton joining the family.” John gave a genuine smile, but it couldn’t mask his own heartache. Francesca wrapped an arm around him as the three of them made their way back to the rest of the family.

“And you know, we will be spending every moment possible with Edmund and Elliot while we’re here,” Francesca added.

Penelope looked back and gripped her hand. “We would never deny you that.”

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Bridgerton house was dressed to impress for the holiday. With Kate taking the lead, finally comfortable establishing her place as lady of the house, the decorations were given a boost. Violet had her traditions, which Kate was happy to embrace while incorporating some of her own flare. 

The same applied to the dinner; a traditional meal with the addition of Kate and Anthony’s favorite Indian dishes. The enthusiasm of the company was very much the same; boisterous laughter, conversations of questionable propriety, jokes, barbs, and a bit of gossip. With plates cleared, everyone retreated to the drawing room, drinks in hand, for after dinner games.

“Alright everyone, new game this year.” Anthony stood in front of the fireplace, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, as everyone settled in. “The Bridgerton scramble. Mother has hidden twelve gifts around the room, one for each sibling and spouse present. Find a gift, let it be known and everyone freezes until it is opened. The search resumes until the next gift is revealed and so on. However, when you find a gift, you may exchange it, unopened, for one that has already been found. If you are content, you may sit out, but know that your gift is still fair play for exchange. From what I understand, some gifts are practical, some may be less so, is that correct mother?”

“Yes, dear.” Violet smiled ear to ear, sitting back, ready to watch the chaos ensue. 

“GO!” Anthony shouted, without warning. No one was ready, most still relaxing in chairs or holding a beverage in their hand, though they quickly jumped into action and scattered about the room to begin the search. 

Gregory dove under the sofa and shouted, “Got one!” Everyone froze as he stood up, tearing into the small box. “Oh…socks.” Laughter filled the room as disappointment lingered on his face.

“GO!” Anthony shouted again.

It only took a few seconds before Eloise pulled another small gift from behind a curtain. “Nobody move!” she yelled, removing the paper and revealing a jar of pickled onions. “Really mother?”

Violet laughed, delighting in the humor of it all.

“GO!”

“Found one!” Benedict pulled a package from behind the china hutch. “Eh, feels like a book. Eloise, I’ll take those onions if you can bear to part with them.”

“Really?” her face twisted in disgust.

“What? They pair exceptionally well with gin.” Benedict smiled and took a seat opposite his mother, satisfied with this gift.

“Pride and Prejudice.” Eloise stated, confirming that Benedict’s prediction was correct.

“Oh, it’s one of my favorites.” Violet commented.

“I don’t doubt -”

“GO!” Anthony’s voice boomed over Eloise.

“Mine!” Colin lunged at the small gift sitting on the mantle, reaching it just before Gregory, who was desperate for something other than socks. “Oh, it’s heavy….A paperweight, and a French one at that,” he said, turning it over in his palm to look at the crest on the bottom. Before he even had the chance to show it to everyone…

“GO!” 

Colin chuckled. He knew no one would want it, but it would be useful to him, so he grabbed his drink and joined Benedict, who seemed lost in his own thoughts. “Happy with your gift, brother?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh…yes.” Benedict responded, quickly turning his attention back to Sophie. She was standing in the corner, clearly amused by the Bridgerton siblings acting like lunatics, practically tearing the room apart, leaving shreds of paper in their wake.

“What are your intentions, brother?” Colin asked.

“Pardon?” He was still oblivious to most everything going on around them.

Colin barely moved his head as his eyes flashed toward Sophie.

He groaned, “Must everyone have an opinion?”

“I’m not here to judge, merely to understand where this might be going.”

“I do not know, alright?” Benedict snapped, wanting to shout in frustration, but held back. He sighed, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. “I do not know.”

Colin grabbed his shoulder. “You do not have to navigate this on your own.”

“The thing is…I do. No one can tell me what I want if I cannot determine that for myself.”

“That is true. I was in your shoes once, to a degree. Grappling with what I thought was best, for myself and for others. I tried to manage alone and it was torture.”

“I’m a glutton for torture it seems. Why else would I spend so many seasons here, under the relentless pressure of societal expectations and rules….The only time I ever feel at peace is at My Cottage.” And when I’m with her, he thought, unable to resist another glance at Sophie. 

Benedict's breathing was ragged, his knee bounced anxiously. He was clearly in a bad place. The noise surrounding them certainly didn’t help.

“Come, brother.” Colin took Benedict by the arm and pushed him into his former study down the hall. It was now in complete disarray since Benedict’s take over. Random waistcoats flung over furniture, papers strewn about the table, the drink cart full of half empty bottles.

Colin stood near the games table while Benedict paced. He glanced down, noticing that the papers were not letters or notes or documents, but drawings. He picked one up to examine it further.

When Benedict noticed, he leapt toward the table, frantically trying to gather the pages, clearly flustered that someone had seen them, even though they’d been carelessly left out in the open.

“Stop,” Colin said, but Benedict persisted. “ Stop! ” He demanded, grasping his arm. Benedict slumped in the chair, releasing a defeated breath and started gnawing at his thumb.

Colin turned his attention back to the papers, all covered in sketches at various stages of completion. Some were quick and wispy, others more crisp and clearly defined. A mask, a dress, dark curls, full lips. Each paper revealed a new detail, all details of the same woman who Colin vaguely recognized as the lady in silver from many months ago.

“Benedict….these are extraordinary,” Colin said, truly in awe of his brother's talent. There was a long pause as Benedict warily met his eye. “This is usually the moment where one acknowledges a compliment.” 

“Thank you,” Benedict mumbled, still agitated, but more calm. He sat up and started piling the papers in a more controlled manner.

“You said I should find some…passion, so that I might tolerate the more difficult times.” He held up a sketch before placing it on the pile, indicating that his art was it.

“Has it been helpful?”

“Not entirely. It merely provides an outlet for my thoughts.”

Colin understood perfectly. He felt lost without Penelope’s letters when they’d had a falling out, unbeknownst to him.  He began journaling to cope. He had nowhere else to express his ideas and opinions other than on blank pages he’d never expected anyone to read. It was a small comfort, but did not help him get anywhere near a solution to his troubles.

“My heart is carved in two. Between the maid; someone I can never have, can never be with because society dictates that it should be so. The other half with a woman whom I cannot seem to banish from my mind. What if I let myself surrender to whatever this is with Sophie…lust, desire, infatuation…and then she returns,” he held up the stack of sketches, “what would I do then?” 

“Your meeting was so brief, how can you be so sure it would be anything at all?”

“I don’t know how I know…but I am sure, brother.”

Colin tilted his head, sympathetically. “Have you spoken to anyone else about this?”

“With whom would I speak? Anthony would dismiss it, tell me to move on. That a maid is not a sensible choice and that it is pure fantasy to think that I should ever find this woman if I haven’t already. Mother…well I have no idea what she would say.”

“Unquestionably, she would want you to be happy. I am certain she’s noticed how distraught you’ve been. And undoubtedly, noticed your ogling, as we all have.”

Benedict sighed and gave the slightest nod. He had been rather indiscreet lately.

“Talk to her.” Colin said, patting Benedict’s shoulder. Benedict smiled gratefully and squeezed Colin’s hand. “Now, make yourself a strong drink with those onions and join the party.”

Chapter Text

Colin and Benedict popped back into the drawing room just as everyone had finished cleaning up the paper scraps, replacing pillows and adjusting furniture back to its original position.

Colin found Penelope standing near a column, snacking on a raspberry macaron.

“Where did you manage to find that?”

“Kate found a tin of macarons. She was generous enough to share,” she smiled, taking another nibble.

“May I?” he asked, opening his mouth.

She thought for a moment about whether she should be greedy, eating for two, afterall , or share with her husband. She put the macaron to his lips, and he took what was left of it, the tips of her fingers disappearing with it. His eyes locked on hers as he grabbed her hand and ran his tongue over her fingertips, causing her breath to hitch.

She swallowed as her face grew hot. Every part of her, actually. “Colin,” she whispered, eyes darting around the room.

He leaned in with a devilish smile. “And what is this?” Pen had a long, silk, paisley scarf wrapped around her neck which hadn’t been there before.

“It’s my little find.”

“I like it,” he said, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, then sliding them underneath, “but, it’s hiding a few of my favorite things.”

His eyes pierced hers, again, as she felt his fingers graze the skin of her bosom. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, relishing his soft touch.

He laid a deep, sexy kiss on her lips. 

The passion lasted only a mere second. “Easy, you two. We still need you for the next game.” Anthony walked past, carrying two cups of cider, one for Kate and one for Hyacinth.

Penelope took a deep breath, trying to calm the tingling in all of her sensitive areas. They joined the family in a game of charades and finally made their leave as everyone was growing tired from the excess of alcohol and sugar.

Pen and Colin walked home, his arm around her shoulders to keep her warm. She didn’t mind, even though her growing belly and changing body kept her plenty warm. It had started to snow and she delighted in the cold flecks hitting her face and sticking to her lashes.

“I was hoping to leave sooner,” Colin said.

“Were you? Why would that be?”

“I was looking forward to unwrapping my own gift.” He grinned, mischievously.

“There’s still time.” She smiled up at him as he offered a peck on her lips.

The staff was given the evening off, so the task of getting Penelope out of her evening attire was left to Colin. In their bedroom, he carefully unlaced the back of her dress. She was unable to wear corsets anymore, for that he was grateful, however the dress was tied tightly.

She sighed as her dress finally dropped away, releasing her from the restrictive bodice. Left in her cotton undergarments, Colin gently turned her around and laid his hands across her belly, mesmerized by her body, what it could do, what he had caused.

“There’s still more to unwrap,” she said with a smile, relieving him of his shirt. He laughed quietly, kissing her tenderly as he pulled her sleeves down and away, slowly pushing her undergarments to the floor.

Her breasts heaved, heavy and full as she laid back on the bed. He couldn’t do anything but stare, ready to devour her on the spot. His hands reached for them, pushing them up. She hissed, and he immediately softened his grip.

“Do they hurt?”

“A little.”

“I’m sorry for that,” he said, as much for her as for himself, wishing he could enjoy them in the same way he always did. Instead, he swirled his fingers softly over her breasts, an almost phantom-like touch.

She moaned loudly. This was better than usual, though lying on her back became increasingly uncomfortable. Pen crawled backward on the bed, repositioning herself to face Colin as he quickly removed the rest of his clothes and climbed in beside her.

“Turn around,” he said. She turned her back to him as he brushed hair away from her neck before his hand went to her thigh, carefully stroking upward, over her hip, her belly, and her nipple, mindful to be extra gentle. He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed himself between her legs. She reached between them, pressing his member against her sensitive flesh, moving slowly against his erection. He groaned and bit her ear. “Oh…Penelope.”

She wrapped her leg back over his and guided him to her opening, arching her back for a better angle. He did not hold back, giving her all of him as she loudly expressed her pleasure. Sliding easily, he was already achingly close to release. To stop himself from clutching her breast in ecstasy, he moved down to her center, stroking her core, eliciting yet another, louder, moan from his wife. A few more pumps and he was lost, “Oh God….Pen,” he panted.

Hearing her name on his lips, feeling him tremble within her, his fingers still working their magic, she let herself go, reaching back to grab his hair as he placed kisses on her neck and shoulder. She dissolved into shudders trying to catch her breath as Colin relentlessly fondled her until she finally came down from her high.

“Are you satisfied with your gift?” She asked, still clutching his hair. 

He laughed, “Mm…very. You?”

“There is no better gift in this world.”

“What about our children?”

She laughed, “They are included in my blessings.”

She turned over to face him, placing her leg over his. Her belly kept them at a distance, so they merely traced the freckles on each other’s skin where they could easily reach. They laid there, bathed in warm candlelight, exposed, not even a sheet covering them. Colin stared at his wife, every supple part of her. 

“You are so beautiful, Penelope,” he said, quietly, with utter sincerity. 

She smiled, bashfully, still not used to accepting the compliments he always flung in her direction. His admiration of her was yet another gift she could have never imagined she would possess. A husband who worshiped her. The man she had adored, seeing her the way she had always seen him.

“You are everything to me, Colin.” He simply smiled, as they continued to admire each other in silence for a few more moments.

“If you weren’t already carrying my child, I would vow to get you pregnant within the month.”

She giggled. Trust Colin to bring humor to a sentimental situation. “Well, I would not discourage you from such an improbable endeavor.”

“You are always so encouraging.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss her, trailing his lips over various parts of her body, determined to continue on his redundant adventure.

Chapter Text

The next several weeks seemed to pass quickly. They had just celebrated Elliot’s first birthday, Pen’s pregnancy was progressing well, and Kate and Anthony were expecting their second child a few months after her. All was well on the Bridgerton front, but not so much for others.

Elliot held tightly to his mothers fingers as he took wobbly steps toward the other end of the Featherington drawing room, cheered on by his father. He was nearly there when Pen finally noticed her mother.

“Oh, good morning, mama,” Pen said. Portia stood only a few feet into the room, and had yet to utter any greeting.

“Mama, what is it?” Pen asked, immediately worried by the forlorn look on her face.

“I received a letter this morning…from Sir Phillip Crane.” All of Penenlope’s attention was focused on her mother, as was Colin’s. This did not sound good. “Seems your cousin…Marina….has passed on.”

Pen picked up Elliot, holding him tightly, shock evident on her face. Colin wore the same expression. Someone they knew, their age, so young, with so much life left ahead of her…was gone.

“How?” “When?” Colin and Penelope asked together.

“Shortly after the new year. Influenza.”

Pen dropped her head, not knowing how to respond. Colin approached her and Elliot and provided a comforting embrace.

“Poor Marina. And those poor children….and Sir Phillip.” Pen paused, trying not to let the moment overwhelm her. “Did he mention how they are coping?”

“It has been difficult, understandably so. His main concern is for the children, of course.”

“Of course.” In a daze, Pen allowed Rae to take Elliot to his room so they could process the tragic news.

Pen and Colin sat, grasping hands, across from Portia. They were all unsure of what to do or say next.

“We shall have to send a letter of condolence. Perhaps pay them a visit?” Colin said, finally offering some sort of plan. He was rather fond of Sir Phillip, even though their paths had only crossed once. They had an unspoken connection through Marina. He could not imagine what he must be going through, dealing with the matter on his own, with two children to manage. His mind flashed to the image of how it could have been him in this same situation, but the thought was fleeting. It was no use dwelling in the past when he now had everything he’d ever wanted for his life. It was of no use to Sir Phillip, either.

“You would intend to travel…now?” Portia asked, concerned for Penelope’s heavily pregnant state, and the fact that it was still winter.

“The weather has been mild, Pen is healthy by all accounts. We could stay at Aubrey Hall until after the birth. Romney Hall is only an hours’ ride away.”

“If you think I will miss the birth of my grandchild, you are mistaken.”

“You may accompany us if that is what my wife wishes.”

Pen nodded, somewhat hesitant at having her mother in the same house with them for an extended time. She would have to persuade others to join them in an attempt to scatter Portia’s attention elsewhere. As Pen’s condition grew more delicate, the inevitable concern and policing of her activities would drive her mad. 

—--

At the end of February, carriages were loaded up, ready for their venture to Aubrey Hall. Sir Phillip indicated that he would gladly welcome them for lunch if they were willing to take the time to visit. 

Pen managed to convince Eloise to come with them, so they might read and discuss books from the library or play games to pass the time. Violet took much less convincing, issuing the same sentiment as Portia; refusing to miss the birth of her next grandchild. Pen was certain to be doted upon by Colin and their mothers to the point of feeling like an invalid until the baby was born. She would need Eloise to keep her sane. 

Colin wasn’t sure how he felt about their last travel companion, Marcus Anderson. He was certainly more accepting of the idea than Anthony was over having their mother’s “friend” spending the next few months with them. Colin promised to make sure that interactions between the two were appropriate and report back to Anthony if they were anything but.

It took the better part of a day to get to Aubrey Hall. The only thing they hadn’t planned for was how to keep a squirmy one year old occupied in a carriage for that amount of time. Elliot moved between the two carriages whenever the caravan stopped, everyone graciously offering to take on the task of entertaining him for their stretch of the voyage.

“How are you faring?” Colin asked his wife about mid way through their trek.

“Well, it’s not the most comfortable accommodation, but I’ll be alright. I don’t suppose there’s a way to avoid all these bumps and ruts?” She shifted in her seat as the carriage rocked sideways, her back aching to find a comfortable position.

“Afraid not.” He smiled, pushing another pillow behind her, doing his best to keep her happy.

They made good time and arrived at Aubrey Hall just after sunset, with a plan to relax the following day and head to Romney Hall the next.

Penelope rested most of the next day, keeping her feet elevated in a most unladylike way. She could not have cared less because she was going to be comfortable in whatever way she saw fit.

The morning they were meant to leave for Romney Hall, Colin found his wife sprawled on the library sofa, reading a book. “Do you think you will be joining me today?” He almost chuckled at the position she was in.

“I don’t think I can. I hardly slept,” she sighed, the exhaustion clear on her face. Her swollen feet and aching back screamed for her to just take it easy.

“I’ll be back for dinner. Promise me you’ll rest.”

“I do not think I’m capable of much else,” she gave a weak smile. “Please give him my sympathies.” He nodded and offered a good-bye kiss.

Colin couldn’t help but feel guilty for suggesting the idea of traveling when she was so far along in her pregnancy. With Elliot, she had been miserable for the last two months, and traveling only seemed to worsen that discomfort this time around.

He closed the door gently behind him as Eloise passed by.

“Eloise. Good, you’re dressed. You’re coming with me.”

“What?”

“Penelope’s not feeling up to it. You can keep me company on the ride to Romney Hall.”

“Colin…what of my plans for today?”

“What plans would those be?”

Eloise’s mouth attempted to form words, but none came. For once, her wit wasn’t quick enough to provide an excuse.

“I’ll see you downstairs in thirty minutes.” He said as he turned away from her, continuing down the hall.

Eloise growled, flopping her arms in defeat and went to her room to grab a coat and mittens.

Chapter Text

Colin and Eloise arrived at Romney Hall and were greeted by the housekeeper and butler.

“What a place.” Eloise quipped, admiring the stone building and sprawling gardens surrounding it. The winter months cast a greyish hue over it all, but she could still imagine how beautiful it must be in the summer.

They entered the main hall and waited for Sir Phillip.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I apologize for keeping you waiting.” Phillip approached them, wearing a black suit and black waistcoat, customary for those in mourning.

“That is alright.” The men shook hands.

“I wish our paths could have crossed again under more pleasant circumstances.”

“As do I. You have our deepest sympathies.” Colin grasped Phillip’s hand with both of his before they released their handshake.

Eloise took a gander at Sir Phillip, and corrected her posture. He looked like a man she might possibly like to impress.

“Is this…your wife?” Phillip turned to Eloise, who was standing behind Colin.

“Oh, my apologies. This is my sister, Miss Eloise Bridgerton. The journey took a bit of a toll on my wife, she is resting at home. I hope that is alright.”

“Certainly,” he answered, turning his attention to Eloise. “Miss Bridgerton, pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure. As Colin said, you have my deepest sympathy.” She curtsied as she met his piercing blue eyes and had to avert her gaze downward so as not to fumble her words.

“Thank you. It is very kind of you both to make the trip.” He looked over Eloise once more, a curious gaze. He took a breath, “Lunch has been set in the dining room, if you will join me,” he said, leading the way.

They all took their seats at the table and enjoyed a pleasant meal and each other's company. Phillip was impressed by Eloise’s knowledge of nearly all the subjects he and Colin discussed, offering alternate insights and a woman’s point of view.

Once lunch was finished, they retreated to the drawing room for tea. Eloise became slightly bored as Colin and Phillip fell back into conversations of plants and their love of Greece. Must be nice to travel. See the world. See the real life places and specimens that women may only observe in books, she thought.

“How have the children been?” Colin asked, having avoided the question up until now, prompted by the raucous echoes in the foyer just outside the room.

“They are,” a scream came from upstairs, “...children. They have short memories, so they can make the best of their day on most occasions. Nights seem to be the hardest…she’s not here to read to them.” Phillip’s voice grew quiet as he stared at his tea cup.

It didn’t take long before their tea was interrupted by Amanda and Oliver’s governess. “Pardon me, sir. The children are quite restless.”

“Then take them outside.”

“Sir, they’ve been out twice today.”

“Take them again. I’m entertaining guests at the moment.” 

She huffed, quite impertinent for a governess.

As they continued their conversation, the commotion in the halls grew louder, finally spilling into the drawing room as the kids burst in, apparently playing a game of tag.

“I’m very sorry, sir. They’ve been asking for you, and they refuse to put their coats on.”

Sir Phillip sighed, “Let them play in here. Children, we have guests. You may play, quietly , over there.” He pointed to the corner where there was an easel and small table. The governess guided them over and stood to the side to watch over them.

The kids played, but ignored Phillip’s note to do it quietly. Eloise tried to focus on the conversation between Colin and Phillip, but as the noise behind her grew louder, her mind became scrambled. The kids were fighting and squealing as the governess tried to intervene. Amanda chucked a piece of chalk at Oliver, who avoided the chalk, but bumped a table, causing a vase to smash on the floor.

“ ENOUGH! ” Phillip shouted, shocking everyone into silence. He had even surprised himself with this sudden release of anger.

“Forgive me.” He rubbed his eyes, a hand on his hip, mortified by his own behavior and that of his children. “I’ve been quite short tempered these days,” he sighed. 

“That is more than understandable.” Colin said.

“Excuse me.” Eloise suddenly stood and left the room. Both of the men watched her leave.

“Forgive my sister. She can be…spontaneous.” He struggled to make up an excuse for her. She’d had plenty of experience with a noisy household. Why this moment had seemingly overwhelmed her, he didn’t know.

“I fear I am the one in need of forgiveness,” he sighed. The governess began leading the children out of the room, now that they were finally quiet, stunned by Phillip’s outburst. “I will deal with them in a moment,” he said to her as they left.

Phillip took a seat again, and tried to carry on a conversation with Colin. Both men, however, were distracted. Phillip, embarrassed by what had just happened. Colin, unsure of how to process watching a man crack open like that, clearly grief-stricken and overburdened by the situation he’d been thrust into at the beginning of this year and four years ago.

Their conversation dwindled, and as much as Colin wanted to stay and support Phillip in his apparent loneliness, it made him miss Pen even more. “Well, I believe Eloise and I should get back. I’m very sorry to leave, but your hospitality has been most appreciated, especially at such a difficult time.”

“I’m quite glad for the company.” Phillip stood and walked Colin out to the foyer. Eloise had just returned from outside, her cheeks and nose rosy from the bitter cold. A very irritated and shivering maid stood behind her.

“Miss Bridgerton, I must apologize for my outburst. It was not an impression I wish to leave you with.”

Eloise simply nodded, not knowing how to respond. Colin glared at her, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Thank you again, Sir Phillip. Please let us know if there is ever anything we can do.” Colin said.

“You and your family are welcome here anytime you are at Aubrey Hall.” Phillip offered, graciously.

Colin smiled and nodded as he and Eloise left for their carriage.

—--

“Care to explain why you left so abruptly?”

“I was simply overstimulated. I needed some fresh air.”

“It was rather rude.”

“I am aware, brother,” she shot back, embarrassed by her own conduct. She didn’t appreciate her brother pointing it out as well. “If you must know…I was merely…shocked. I suppose I’ve just never been around a father and his children in that state.”

“You’ve been around me….and Anthony and Simon. Surely you remember father raising his voice once or twice?”

“Yes, but I don’t believe any of you have ever shouted like that. It was rather off-putting.”

“He’s also under tremendous strain. He just lost his wife, Eloise.” Colin felt a pang in his stomach at the words lost his wife , desperately wanting to get back home to Pen.

“I know.” Her voice softened. “What would you recommend I do about it?”

He shrugged. “Beg his forgiveness in a letter? Offer your services as their next governess. Theirs seems to lack any semblance of authority over the children.”

She smirked and promised to apologize for her misstep.

Chapter Text

Colin was lost in thought until they pulled up to Aubrey Hall. Panic quickly consumed him as he saw a carriage neither he or Eloise recognized stopped at the front of the house.

Before their carriage even rolled to a halt, he jumped out and bounded up the front steps.

“Pen?! Mother?! Where is everyone ?!”

“Colin, we are up here,” Violet called down from the balcony. “Everything is fine.”

“Who’s carriage is out front?”

Colin had already raced up the stairs and was standing in front of his mother, out of breath.

“Dear,” she placed her hands on his chest and smiled, hoping to calm him down. “Penelope is fine. She is in labor. The doctor is already tending to her.”

Colin rushed past his mother to Penelope’s room. He burst in, finding her propped up in bed, the doctor arranging supplies on a table across the room.

“Pen, are you alright?” He kneeled next to the bed, grabbing her hand, finally able to breathe now that he was next to her.

“I’m fine.” She smiled over his concern, remarkably relaxed, given the situation.

“But, the baby’s not due for at least another month. Damnit , I knew we shouldn’t have made this trip.”

“Colin, relax.” She brushed her other hand over both of his, which were holding on with a vice-like grip. “It was always the plan to have the baby here, remember?”

“Yes, but not so soon . Surely the carriage ride - “

“All is well, sir,” the doctor chimed in, “Your wife is healthy. Everything is as it should be. The baby seems to be of good size, even if it is a little early.”

“You see?” Pen suddenly grimaced in pain and inhaled quickly. “Nothing to worry about,” she said through clenched teeth, trying to breathe.

Colin placed a hand over her belly, feeling how tense it had become as a result of the contraction.

“Distract me. How were things with Sir Phillip?” She asked, once she could speak again. 

Colin’s face turned from concern over his wife to exasperation.

“Oh…Eloise?” Pen knew immediately. His look confirmed it.

“The twins were pretty rambunctious. They’re four years old, I think that is to be expected. Eloise up and left. It’s bloody freezing and she just left to go for a walk.”

“By herself?”

“A maid was forced to follow her, poor thing,” Colin chuckled.

Pen smiled. Not a great first impression for Eloise. Pen wondered if she ever had, or ever would, have a positive exchange with a man other than Theo.

“She should be writing a letter of apology as we speak.”

“Good ide - oooh…” Another contraction. Pen panted and crushed Colin’s hand. He managed not to complain about how much it hurt.

Pen forced Colin to recount every word and every detail about their visit to Romney Hall as she fought her way through the contractions, growing stronger by the hour. It was late into the evening when the doctor informed her it was time to push. No one in the house could sleep with so much anticipation. Colin was by her side every moment, even refusing to eat his supper.

She pushed for over an hour, clutching Colin’s hand, her forehead being cooled by a rag handled by her mother. “You can do this, Pen.” He had encouraged her all the way through and now planted a kiss on top of her head as she gave one final push.

A cry.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor informed them, holding up their tiny baby.

They both laughed in relief. She was here.

“God, you are amazing, aren’t you?” He took in the sight of his wife, red faced, sweaty, hair sticking to her neck as she fell back into the pillows. She was a mess. But she was, indeed, his mess. They shared a kiss and turned their attention back to the baby, who was being cleaned and wrapped, then finally handed over to Pen.

“I’ll give you three some time.” Portia smiled with tears in her eyes as she wiped Pen’s face once more and patted the little bundle in her arms.

The doctor finished tending to Pen as the little family sat quietly together.

“Do you need anything?” Colin whispered.

“Something to eat? That was quite a lot of work.”

He chuckled, “It certainly was. I’m rather hungry, myself.” He rubbed his belly. “I’ll be back soon.”

She smiled as he kissed her forehead. He returned quickly with a tray full of Pen’s favorite foods, and some of his own.

“We never discussed a name.” Colin said quietly, placing the tray on the bedside table and sat next to Pen as she cradled their little girl.

“Agatha.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Agatha? Like Lady Danbury?”

She nodded. “Wouldn’t you love a daughter who has the same boldness and tenacity to pave her own way in the world? It also has a Greek origin, you know.”

Of course Pen knew that. She had once admitted to reading several texts about Greece simply to have something to talk with him about when he returned from his travels.

“Agatha it is.” He kissed his tiny daughter's head and then his wife. “I have told you that I love you, have I not?”

“And I, you.” She smiled, brushing her lips over his.

Chapter Text

The party from Aubrey Hall returned to Mayfair as the social season was set to begin. Eloise begged to stay behind, to no avail. As in seasons past, she was uninterested in socializing with egomaniacal Lords who viewed women only as submissive baby makers.

Penelope and Colin had been eager to get back to their own home and spend time alone as a family of four, without competing against their mothers for the chance to shower Agatha and Elliot with attention. 

The day after they returned, Colin and Pen slumped on the sofa, having successfully put the children down for their naps.

“I forgot how nice it is to be in our own home, without prying eyes…the threat of interruption.” Colin raised his eyebrows, squeezed Penelope’s hand and slowly leaned over to kiss her, though it seemed to take every ounce of his energy to do so. They were exhausted from traveling and the sleepless nights leading up to their return home. Both rested their heads on the back of the couch, sleep threatening to befall each of them.

Colin heard heavy footsteps and a loud exhale as someone entered the drawing room. He opened one eye so he could confirm his suspicions.

He sighed, “Benedict. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” He didn’t try to hide his sarcasm.

“ She lied .”

Colin now opened both eyes and lifted his head. “Who?”

“Sophie…. She lied .” Benedict's demeanor seemed to be a mixture of anger, confusion, and utter devastation.

Colin looked at Pen, who now appeared to be wide awake.

Benedict paced around the room, running his fingers through his hair, grasping the back of his neck, his body looking for some outlet for this nervous energy.

“Benedict, what happened?” Pen asked calmly.

“Sophie ...the lady in silver…she is her ,” he managed to say, nearly on the verge of tears.

Colin was ecstatic for a moment, but his brother’s demeanor made it clear that he was anything but. “You've been possessed by the idea of finding her. Are you not happy?” he asked.

“Not when she has known all this time who I AM , and she said NOTHING! ” He was becoming more agitated. “I know she felt the same spark at our first meeting. And she let us carry on…going nowhere. This could have all ended if she had just told me who she was.”

“Ended how?” Penelope asked.

“Ended…” … in marriage , he thought, but could never admit that to anyone. That he finally wanted to be married. He wanted to be married, to have children, to build a life with her . He never finished his statement, instead, dropping his head and finally dropping himself on the sofa across from them.

Colin and Pen only became more confused.

“Did you know she’s the bastard child of an Earl?” he continued.

Of course they didn’t. 

“What does that matter?” Colin asked, his tone clearly indicating they didn’t give a shit about that. The fact that Benedict was so besotted over a woman that he was acting as if his entire world had just spontaneously imploded meant that nothing else mattered.That she, as a human being, mattered much more than her social standing.

“My head is swimming,” Benedict snarled, thrusting his face into his hands, muffling the words. “She knew what she was doing,” he continued after a few long breaths. “Making every excuse for us not to be together. When I promised her all along that I would provide for her….”

“And would you not, still?” Penelope asked.

He didn’t answer.

Colin leaned forward. “Brother…who are the people that matter most in this world to you?”

Benedict's eyes flicked up at Colin and his wife a few times before he answered with a mumble, “My family.” 

“And if we accept this relationship, do you think anyone in the Ton will spend more than…a month ruminating over it? We all know how this works. Love trumps all else . If you have found it, brother, and you do not take hold of it with both hands, well….then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

“She’s been around the family for a long while. If she hasn’t fled by now I would take that as a sign,” Penelope added her two cents. “Your mother adores her. Your sisters adore her. I think she is wonderful.” There had been several afternoons where Sophie had been invited to sit with the Bridgerton ladies, while they enjoyed their tea, and she tended to mundane tasks like darning and replacing beads on dresses. Her cleverness, humor and independence always bolstered their conversations and made them smile. It meant there was no chance they would ever reject her.

“Would you marry her if it weren’t for social hierarchy?” Pen took a chance with the question. Benedict was in a delicate state, but she knew him well enough where his answer would reveal all they needed to know. 

No answer. His usual, immediate dismissal of marriage was non-existent. His silence meant he was at least considering the idea. 

“Take some time with this,” Colin said. “You know we will always be here for you, brother. Even if you do make the most asinine decision to not see this through.”

The brothers exchanged crooked smiles. Benedict seemed to be somewhat more relaxed before he left, promising to consider their words.

“Tell me it will not be this difficult for our children?” Colin asked. 

Pen had already settled back into the sofa and closed her eyes, desperate for rest. “Well, if they’re as pig-headed as your brother, I’m not certain I can make such a promise.”

He chuckled and leaned back next to her, hoping they could both get a moment of peace.

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An early season ball was in full swing at Keswick House. Pen abandoned Colin and Lord Fife, who were making plans to attend a polo match the following week, in hopes of finding some good snacks at the sweets table.

“Good evening.” A rather handsome man, whom Pen did not recognize, approached her.

“Good evening. My apologies, I do not believe we have met.”

“We have not.” He smiled. “Lord Chamberlain, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He bowed to Penelope.

“My Lord.” She curtsied in return. “Are you new to Mayfair?”

“I am. London shall be my home for the foreseeable future. I grew tired of the country stillness, now looking forward to the excitement of a London season.” His dark hazel eyes never left Penelope’s.

“There is typically plenty of excitement to go around.” She smiled briefly before she caught sight of Eloise, who had been staring at her for the last 30 seconds. She was completely ignoring Bruce Lumley, a scraggly fourth son to the viscount Lumley, and an all around pest who talked of nothing but himself.

Her attention then turned to Colin who was striding toward her.

“Ah, Colin, this is Lord Chamberlain. If you two will excuse me, Eloise appears to be in need of rescuing.” She set her plate down and hurried to the other side of the ballroom. 

“Colin Bridgerton.” He introduced himself. Chamberlain responded with a gentlemanly smile and a nod of his head.

“Are all the women in London like her?” Chamberlain asked, looking after Penelope.

“No,” Colin answered after a short pause, taken slightly aback by the forward question, “…they are not.” Not even close , he thought.

“What do you know about her? I noticed there was no ring.” Colin remembered Pen's remark earlier that evening about how her wedding ring still didn’t fit after giving birth to their daughter. Was Chamberlain…pursuing her? “Quite a splendid feminine figure, if it’s not too bold to say.” Chamberlain added with a grin.

It was downright vulgar. Colin’s first instinct was to clobber him, but hearing another man compliment his wife this way was somewhat intriguing.

“Unfortunately, she’s married…but I agree wholeheartedly.” Colin said, seeing no harm in a little ruse.

“Lucky bastard.”

“Indeed,” Colin quipped, hiding his smile behind a swig of his drink.

Pen made her way back to them, having pawned Eloise off to Anthony and Kate.

“I apologize for that,” she said, standing in front of the two men.

“I don’t believe I caught your name, Miss…”

“Penelope Bridgerton, but -” 

She was about to correct the Miss , when Chamberlain interrupted. “Bridgerton?” he questioned, noting the shared last name of the man standing next to them.

“Her husband is…my brother.” Colin interjected, passing a glance at Pen who looked curiously back at him. He must have a reason for this, so she played along.

“Yes, he….is away on business.”

“Ah, what kind of business?”

“Ruby mines…in America.” She panicked, it was the only thing she could think of so hastily.

Colin cleared his throat to stifle a laugh, though a strained smile came over him.

“Oh, I see. Well, I would be remiss if I did not offer you a dance, seeing as your usual partner is thousands of miles away,” he said, his voice dripping with charisma.

She gave a quick glance to Colin, who responded with the faintest nod. “I would be honored,” she accepted, trying to be smooth, unable to stop the charmed smile forming on her face. 

Penelope slid her hand into Chamberlain’s and allowed him to lead her to the floor, peaking over her shoulder at Colin. He lifted his glass, finding it humorous how excited she was in the moment.

Colin watched, amused at first. Pen and Lord Chamberlain seemed to have enough to talk about, even exchanging laughter at one point. Though, watching his wife be entertained by a Lord brought unpleasant flashbacks to the front of his mind. Suddenly, it wasn't so amusing anymore. 

He had watched Penelope dance with only two other men. Fife was hardly a threat, but Debling had threatened his very future, and this all felt too familiar. Now there was a man taking interest in his Pen, even after learning she was married. He wasn’t so sure that fact would dissuade this fancy new Lord. 

He shifted his weight, taking another drag of his whiskey. This didn’t feel right, but he impatiently waited for her to return to him. Regrettably, Lord Chamberlain followed.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bridgerton. You have already made my first society ball a notable one. I would be happy to be your dance partner whilst your husband is away. What an absolute fool he is for leaving you behind.” Chamberlain made no attempt to hide his flirtation, leaning ever so slightly toward her with a devious smile and a quick wink. 

I’m right here, you ass. It was his own damn fault for starting this little fib, but that didn’t stop the heat rising in his chest.

Chamberlain excused himself to get a lemonade for Penelope.

Colin was gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “Are you alright?” she asked, her face still flushed from physical exertion.

“You certainly enjoyed yourself,” he said, flatly.

“Is there anything wrong with that? I haven’t danced in months.” It seemed nothing could wipe the smile from her face. “I still prefer you.” She said sweetly, placing her hands on his chest and leaning in.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he gave a weak nod.

“Colin Bridgerton, are you jealous?” Her smile grew even wider, mocking him.

His eyes scanned her face as he sighed. He knew he had nothing to worry about, the whole thing was just unsettling. Seeing her smile like that with someone else stirred something in him. He wanted that smile for himself, those lips for himself, all of her, for himself.

“Come.” He grabbed her by the hand, pulling her out of the ballroom and through a side hall, trying to find a room they could slip into.

The first door he opened was the Keswick study, quiet and dark. Leading her inside, he closed the door, swung Penelope around and pinned her against it. His jealousy overflowed and all he wanted was her, as soon as he could have her, any way he could have her. Hungrily, his lips pulled at hers. He drew her leg up, lifting her skirt as his hand firmly slid over her bare skin, squeezing her hip.

Pen was lost in the moment. They hadn’t done much since Agatha was born. Not to say the past couple of months were without want or passion, but they were always too tired, too busy or had some reason that one of them wasn’t feeling up to it. Stealing away to an unfamiliar room invigorated all of her senses; his hands clinging to her skin, the taste of whiskey on his lips, his scent of leather and cedarwood, the dark silhouette of his curls now hovering over her bosom, the muffled sounds of jubilation from the ballroom mingling with his lustful breaths.

Colin suddenly lifted Pen, waiting for her to wrap her legs around him before he turned and walked over to the large desk across the room.

Somehow, she had managed to unbutton his coat, waistcoat and shirt. She grazed her hands over his chest, playing with his nipples. He gasped, and paused to look at her. His eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly to observe her swollen lips and dark eyes. “You’ve never done that before,” he smiled.

“I never thought to.”

“Well, it works.”

She giggled, playing with him some more as his mouth crashed against hers.

His kisses moved down her neck, to her chest, while his hands worked her skirts up to her waist.

“Lie back,” he breathed. She did so, resting her elbows on the desk, bracing one foot on the chair for support. Colin’s hand slid down her other leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he knelt before her.

“Col -” She couldn’t even finish his name before his tongue glided along her center. She was unable to speak, panting her way to a very quick climax. He reached up, pulling at her bodice, curling his fingers under in hopes of teasing her nipple. It worked. “Oh, Col - oh…. Colin. ” She gasped, collapsing on her back, gripping his hair with both hands. She whimpered as his hot breath left her aching core.

As she lay there, attempting to regain control of her breathing, Colin dropped his trousers. She bit her lip as he stepped forward, entering her in one swift movement, gripping her legs, pushing them wider. Pen reached up, caressing his tense abdomen, watching his face as he came with an intensity she had never seen before. He grunted and moaned, throwing his head back, finally slowing his pace as he relaxed his grip on her thighs.

They smiled at each other as Pen pulled herself up by his coat to kiss him.

The door opened, faint light from the hallway illuminating a perfect path to the desk. “I think I left the book in here, if you’ll give me a mo -- OH !” Lady Keswick stood there, frozen, hands clutching her pearls. Colin’s back was to her. Mercifully, his rear was covered by long coat tails, but his pants were still on the floor.

Pen peered over his shoulder, then buried her face in his chest, hoping it was dark enough that her red hair wouldn’t be an obvious giveaway as to who had defiled Lady Keswick’s dead husband's desk.

“Dear me.” Lady Keswick simply backed out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

“ Oh my God .” Pen had never been so embarrassed in all her life. “Jesus, take me now,” she laughed.

“Take me with you,” he joined in her laughter.

She watched as he fastened all of his buttons and suddenly had a thought. “How would we explain this to Lord Chamberlain?” She giggled.

“I suppose we’ll just have to avoid him…or tell him I already laid claim to you in my brother’s absence.” He winked, planting a kiss on her still swollen lips.

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Benedict had finally come to his senses and asked Sophie to marry him, with the full support of the family behind him. Violet and Kate planned a grand midseason engagement ball. There would be no hiding, no presumption that the Bridgertons were ashamed of Benedict’s choice to marry a maid. Even though she was the daughter of an Earl, the Ton would surely have plenty to say about it.

Colin and Penelope were immersed in various conversations with the Fifes, Chos and Basilios.

“Perhaps some day you will best me, if you ever learn to properly ride a horse.” Fife took a jab at Colin and his failure to score a single goal during their polo skirmish the day before.

“Some of us have talents that lie elsewhere,” Colin replied, tapping a finger on his temple.

Fife flashed a sarcastic smile and chuckled. 

Lord Cho chimed in, “When you use one of your books to score a goal, then I will be impressed.”

Emma Cho scoffed, “You boys, always thinking that brute strength is the only measure of a man. I, for one, highly value intelligence and eloquence such as yours, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Then why you married Cho will forever remain a mystery,” Fife quipped, eliciting a few good chuckles. 

“Penelope,” Olivia Basilio lightly grasped Pen’s arm, pulling her slightly away from the group and spoke quietly. “I have some news.” Pen’s ears perked as she eagerly awaited what Olivia would say next. “I am expecting.”

Pen gasped, immediately covering her mouth to smother it. “Really? That was quite quick.” She smiled and her eyes went wide, as Olivia and Lord Basilio had only wed two months prior.

Olivia smiled bashfully, “It is, but we couldn’t wait to start a family.”

Pen giggled, unable to contain her excitement for her friend, pulling her into a tight hug and promised to keep Olivia’s secret until her pregnancy was further along.

Fife was now discussing his plans to take his wife on a trip abroad before they started their own family. “Bridgerton has assured me that all of his suggestions are legitimate, and that he won’t send us into any nefarious parts of Greece.”

“I’m sure he would do no such thing,” Margaret Fife defended Colin, though the look on his face indicated that she shouldn’t be so sure, in jest, of course.

“Maybe one day my husband will take me on a grand adventure.” Pen teased, snaking her arm around Colin’s.

“Being married to me is an adventure, is it not?” he replied. He then leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Some day, my love, I promise.” His sincerity was clear in his smile as he wrapped a hand around hers.

“You must visit Corfu, it is absolutely stunning.” Basilio said to Lord and Lady Fife.

“Lord Basilio, I didn’t know you had traveled that far,” Colin said, his face lighting up at the prospect of having another person to share his travel experiences with. He feared that even his wife was becoming bored of the same old stories.

“Why, yes, I spent two years abroad making my way from Spain to Cypress.”

“How wonderful,” Colin said, gleefully.

“Oh, here we go.” Fife and Cho rolled their eyes and excused themselves to find some refreshments.

—--

“Colin, Lord Chamberlain is here.” Penelope said quietly, nudging his arm, drawing his attention across the way where Chamberlain and Violet were having what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“Well, we can’t avoid him forever.” Colin reassured her. Their paths hadn’t crossed since the Keswick ball and they would have happily accepted it if Chamberlain chose to ignore them once he found out the truth.

However, they wouldn’t have to wait long to find out what his reaction would be. Pen took a second glance and Chamberlain was already upon them.

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton.” His face said it all. Like a parent knowingly waiting for a child to fess up to their mischief.

“How are you this evening Lord Chamberlain?” Colin asked, nervously.

“Feeling like a bit of a git if I am honest.” A tinge of embarrassment came through.

“It is entirely our- my -fault,” an elbow to his rib helped Colin correct his statement. “I was merely trying to have some light-hearted fun with my wife. It got out of hand, with you as the unwitting victim. Please, forgive me.”

He stared at them a moment, possibly a beat longer than was necessary, just to make them squirm. 

“I can take a ribbing now and then,” he said with an understanding smile. “Growing up in a family of brothers, I’m aware of the many things that people find…amusing. I’m afraid my own actions were rather uncouth when we first met. My attempts to make a good first impression often go awry,” he said, scrunching his face.

“Think nothing of it,” Colin assured him. “We’re relieved that you are so forgiving.” 

They all exchanged smiles, glad to have cleared the air to start again on the right foot. 

“Now, maybe you can steer me in the direction of some eligible ladies. Perhaps someone who is not a Bridgerton,” he teased.

—--

The ballroom descended into whispers as Sophie and Benedict appeared on the Bridgerton staircase, arm in arm, heads held high.

Colin and Pen quickly found Violet, Marcus, Anthony and Kate. Benedict sought them out as well, with Sophie clinging to his arm. He would need the unwavering support of his family if any of the Ton members decided to get cheeky about the betrothal of a wealthy Bridgerton to a lowly maid. It seemed, however, that Benedict wasn’t going to let anything ruin his night. He had found everything he had searched for, and everything he didn’t know he needed, in the woman who now stood proudly beside him.

“Good evening everyone.” he said, grinning ear to ear.

“Ah, Sophie, you look wonderful.” Violet beamed as she hugged her newest, soon-to-be, daughter-in-law. Sophie wore a sparkling, mint green dress. One of the finest in the Bridgerton household, which Francesca had left behind. There had not yet been time to craft a new wardrobe for her, but she fit Francesca’s fashions perfectly.

Sophie smiled back at her. “Thank you Lady Bridgerton. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. And for accepting -”

Violet held her hand up, “Not another word. You are family, my dear. My Benedict has found his match, and I could not be more proud of him and the woman he chose.” Violet reached over to stroke Benedict’s cheek, tears welling in both of their eyes.

Lady Keswick and a few of her friends greeted the Bridgertons.

“Lady Bridgerton, how exciting it is that you will be adding another member to your ever growing family,” Lady Livingston said, her tone condescending.

“Yes, indeed, we are elated,” Violet responded, a genuine, confident smile plastered on her face.

“I suppose if one ignores the boundaries of our society, it is possible to find a mate…anywhere,” Lady Keswick smugly responded, giving Sophie a once-over.

Sophie stood her ground, determined not to let the callous dig at her former status sway her.

Benedict was more than ready to stand for both of them. “I suppose if one chooses to value character, connection and joy over wealth and rank, then… yes , love can be found anywhere. How very insightful of you Lady Keswick.” He smiled as the woman’s face fell for a short moment, but quickly returned to her usual superior smirk.

“Well, I wish you luck,” she said as she turned to leave. “Let us hope your decorum is greater than that of your brethren,” she added quietly to Benedict while glancing at the couple next to him.

Oh, shit. Colin and Penelope couldn’t hide their mixture of embarrassment and amusement as their faces contorted into sheepish smiles. Benedict had the good sense not to question Lady Keswick’s remark, already aware of his brother’s fondness for sneaking around in dark hallways and empty rooms with his wife.

Benedict stood proudly, his hands clutching his lapel as the “Ladies” disappeared.

“Let them talk all they want.” He turned to Sophie and took her hand. He led her to the dance floor as a few couples left it, apparently believing they were too good to share it with a maid and her betrothed.

Anthony, Colin and their wives joined them as they all danced, side by side, allowing the crowd to fall away. Family, brothers, the strength of their bonds impenetrable by glares and whispers.

Benedict actually found this quite enjoyable. He could dance freely, having found his match. No more mamas or debutantes chasing him. No more hiding at balls and parties. If people refused to believe that someone outside of their social class was worthy of love and adoration, he was determined to show Sophie the truth, in every way possible, for the rest of his days. That she was worthy. That they were all free to prioritize themselves and their happiness over the judgement of others.