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Goodness. Just when she thought that she had found all the ways that Anthony Bridgerton could make her fall in love him, he would give her another. Kate had bid his family good bye for them both, and went to join him. There she found the father watching the son sleeping. Enjoying the silent moment between the two most loved men in her life (well, man and boy), Kate stood at the door and leaned on the frame to watch.

Anthony looked at her, before speaking on sleeping babies. Kate had been young when Edwina was born, and did not recall a lot of how to care for the baby. Anthony however, had been brother--and in a way father--to his younger siblings.

"What a dark thought for a happy day." She mused softly, moving to come stand next to the father of her baby, while they both looked down at the sleeping infant. "I think he will only know that he was loved from the moment he was born." Looking up at Anthony, Kate continued. "Besides, I have the feeling that you will demand to hold him enough in the coming days that it will be I who hold that fear." A tease meant to help ease his worry.

Over the many years of marriage they had become comfortable with each other, and rarely fought like they once did--and if they were it was normally made up with a very good night afterwards as they had a passionate night. Kate like how she could walk up to him and just interrupt him, curling in to his lap any time she wished. "You simply say, my dreariest daughter, you have far too many dolls. You could not possibly play with them all."

She knew better though, Anthony would never not spoil his only daughter. His idea of fatherhood was so unlike any she'd known--even her own. He liked spending time with his children and often did teach them to live lift to the fullest. She knew that he had learned to be a father from his short time with his father, and she wished that Edmund (the first) could see his son now. "You're father would be so proud of you, Anthony." She said quietly, speaking her mind out loud. Her fingers reaching up to touch a strand of his hair and push it back into place.

Kate often tried to make sure they shared memories of his father (and in turn her father too) with the children. They might never know what it is to have a grandfather, but they would know them my stories. She hoped that it was easier and easier for Anthony to speak of his father casually--and while he would always be missed--Anthony could think of his father without thinking of how the dear man ended. "Though, I don't know how your mother raised nine. I can't imagine."

Anthony's lips left her's and Kate gasped in air. His lips leaving a trail of almost literal fire down her skin as he kissed her neck. It was growing easier to breathe as he undid her laces. Kate worries, for a moment, about the first person (other then her maid) to see her naked--and her hands moved over his' but didn't quite stop him. Freeing her breast, he dipped his head and sucked her in his mouth. The feel of his tongue running over the tip made her head fall back against the wall.

"I've never . . . " She begin to describe how she'd never felt this way, but his actions took her breathe, and her ability to think away. "Anthony . . . " It was a beg, and she didn't know what she was asking for. She only knew that it both hurt and felt better then she had ever before. It was a growing feeling and she wasn't sure how it would end but knew that it would be glorious! And she knew that only he could take her there, thus she begged him. "Anthony,"

Kate wasn't sure what she should be doing right now. She knew she wanted to help him feel good, but as she had never experienced this before she wasn't sure how this worked. Her hands moved to his shoulder, and into his hair. The other lifted to his hand that was braced on the wall and she held on there, needing to hold on to him as this torment grew, and grew.

Their eyes had held before she kissed him again, and looking into the deep pools of his eyes left her feeling more then just his physical touch. More then just him, but HIM. As if she was seeing him for the first time, and yet had always known him. Anthony's hand moved over her body, and the trail of heat and need followed his touch. The moan he gave made her body tighten, and she wasn't even sure why, but she knew the sound was one she had to hear again--the knowledge that he too was affected as if she was.

Anthony broke the kiss, resting his head against hers. Kate could feel his warm breath on her damp lips. She wanted to taste him again but knew she needed to breathe too. Then he told her the words that broke her. The words that put her back together. He came for her. He was here for her. He was not at the party seeking a nameless woman--but a woman who had a name. He even called her Kate. Her name. The sounds of it off his lips made catching her breath impossible.

When his lips too hers once more, he used his teeth to being a sharp and delicious tug to her lip. Not one to be left out, Kate knew she had to do the same. She wanted to make him feel as his words, his moan, his hands, and HE made her feel. Wanted him to feel that pleasure too. Tightening her legs around her hips to help balance her, she lifted her hands to lightly hold his face, as she nipped at his lips once, twice, and three times before driving in to kiss him. Her hands then slide down over his chest and under his arms to press into his and hold him closer. He came for her! She wanted him to stay for her! She knew that she should return words to him but right now Late was so overwhelmed that she could only kiss him.

Kate was 37, and had not planned on more children. She loved the ones she had! She welcomed them with her whole heart and had cried when they arrived. However, at this point in her life she had not planned to spend her days with an infant, but growing (independent) children! Which was why she was more then surprised when she found herself with child--again--after so many years.

So surprised that she waited to be 'very' sure before telling anyone. When she could no longer deny it, Kate had to really think about this surprise. While she would always love her children, this one wasn't the sudden joy she felt the first three times. Yet, slowly the joy did come. She knew it would be hard, and she knew with her age there were risks involved (especially with delivering the baby), but she still knew this baby was made of the love that her and Anthony shared. Many times.

Kate waited until the house was quite that evening to approach Anthony and begin the conversation. Currently their children were 15 (Edmund), 13 (Miles), and 8 (Charlotte). "Did you really buy Charlotte another doll today?" Kate teased as she walked in the room, knowing that Anthony's only daughter had him wrapped around her small fingers. Goodness, if this baby was a girl then Anthony would be facing two daughters coming out eventually. "Did she really need one?"

Currently, Anthony was sitting in his study, enjoying a glass of some dark liquid while reading some papers. His feet were propped up on the table before him. Kate's hear swelled with seeing him so relaxed. Anthony had been so sure of death for so long that seeing him age well still warmed her heart. She could even hear the boys running in the garden faintly out the window behind him.

Pulling the papers from his hands she sat them on the table before taking their place in his lap.

Kate hated Anthony. She hated how good he kissed. She hated how his touch brought her skin to fire. She hated how his lips on her skin made her not hate him. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. Which was why currently, her hand was trying to find somewhere to hold on too. At first her hand was on the bookshelf behind her, gripping a shelf tightly. When she felt a particularly sharp roll of pleasure brought on by his lips and tongue, her hand dropped to his hair, tightly gripping the unruly strains. "Anthony," she breathe out his name, her head falling back on to the bookshelf.

A shiver took her body as a large wave of pleasure took over her. Her back arched, and it caused her should to press into the bookshelf behind her. Currently, she had no idea how she ended up here. She knew they were fighting, which was normal, but this time his kissed her. This time he pressed her into the book shelf and explored her mouth and body over her clothes. They both moaned in the kiss and then her laces were undone. Which was how she came to be currently. Back pressed into the bookcase, laces undone and the morning sun touching her breast, one leg over Anthony's shoulder while her hand held her shirts and his lips kissing her in a place that now one besides her had even touched before.

When she felt his teeth, she felt dizzy. She reached up to grab the bookshelf once more, her head falling back. It felt so good. She felt close to something she didn't know what to expect. Kate went to look down at him, but movement caught her eyes as she looked up and locked eyes with--"Benedict!"