#and the little flecks of grey hair 😮‍💨

[christiangeistdorfer]

i love this picture so much, just a man and his gitanes cigarettes :)

[newtonsheffield]

Adding to that Edmund ask from the farmer AU....I'm sure when Kate got pregnant with Mary that Edmund was mortified. None of his friends parents are still having kids! Most of them probably sleep in separate bed. Yet his parents are still so in love they're still making babies at their old age 😮‍💨 I'm sure the towns people are scandalized too. The wives taking kate aside asking what's going on since she already gave anthony two healthy sons what more does he need to run the farm? And reassuring kate she's allowed to keep anthony from her bed. Meanwhile kate is thinking how Mary was conceived when kate literally jumped anthony in the middle of the field last harvest 🤭 Not her fault he took his shirt off and tempted her.

Kate has given Anthony two healthy sons, they’re scandalized when she has Charlotte, even.

They can understand Daphne’s plight, she’s had three girls and surely Mr Basset would want a son to inherit his farm, but Kate?? What need has she for more children? Absurd. And this one’s a girl. Surely they will stop now. Perhaps she wanted a little girl. Perhaps she convinced her husband to visit her room once more in the hopes of a little girl, they justified.

And yet, years and years later, she’s pregnant again. The woman is nearly forty! What the devil can she be playing at?! It must be Mr Bridgerton, they reasoned. He must be forcing his attentions on his wife and they need to see to it that she understands.

“I do hope,” Mrs Forley says one day over the tea that Kate and the other Bridgerton ladies have come to dread once a month, “That Mr Bridgerton is not making himself an… unwanted presence.”

“Anthony?” Kate mused “He’s hovering like a hummingbird as he always does.”

“Mmm.” Mrs Forley hummed casting around to the other ladies who seemed not to want to enter the breach. “I hope you know that while it is… a woman’s duty, procreation, when a woman’s husband has… a large appetite… barring him from your bed can occasionally be useful.”

Kate paused with her teacup halfway to her lips trying her best not to look at Daphne or Sophie whom were so close to laughing they appeared to be inspecting the ceiling.

“Thank you, Mrs Forley, I shall remember that. If Anthony comes near me again I shall beat him with a poker.”

“You should have seen them.” Kate giggled that night as she fell into bed beside her husband, still shirtless and handsome with tiny flecks of grey in his hair that only seemed to make him more so. “I thought they were going to offer me sanctuary in the convent.”

Anthony chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her close. “I feel a little sorry for them actually. To not have this kind of love it must be awful.”

“You’ve gone soft in your old age.”

“I’m not so very old, thank you.” Anthony sighed. “And Besides, I seem to remember this little one’s conception being entirely your fault.”

Kate’s cheeks burned. “you’ve no way of knowing it was then! And you looked so sweet! Wearing the flower crown Charlotte had made for you. A woman can only be so strong my love.”

Anthony let out a playful growl, rolling until he was settled in the cradle of her hips “Perhaps you’d like to be weak again.”

“Perhaps I would.”