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She didn’t hear her alarm, and clearly, he hadn’t either.
That’s how they ended up in the position of waking up to an unpleasant smell in front of her, with it pawing her forehead. She shudders as she comes around, Newton growling quietly. As her eyes adjust to their surroundings, she picks up her phone, reading the time.
8:45AM.
“It’s not even that late, you could wait another half an hour” she mutters, nevertheless stepping out of bed, picking up the jumper she’d abandoned last night in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t cold, but she knew she’d have to go out into the garden and her top left little to the imagination, she didn’t fancy a letter from seventy-two-year-old Mrs Brown claiming she was distracting her eight-two-year-old husband from his morning medication, again.
When she got the letter, she’d rolled her eyes and laughed.
So, she was cautious not to go out wearing too little.
She hears her partner groan, at the loss of contact. She wonders if he is going to wake up, but watches as he turns over and goes back to drooling on his pillow. She takes a moment to watch him sleep, looking much younger as he slept. She wonders if he looked so young before his dad died, when he took the weight of the world on his shoulders. After a moment, she places a kiss on his face and motions for her dog, “C’mon Fattie.”
In that moment, she wonders if Newton understands English better than she thought as he throws her the filthiest look. She wants to tell him that the vet put him on a diet, and that is why his treats have been rationed. When the vet told her that, she was certain he looked at her indignantly.
She fears he wouldn’t understand it.
Instead, she opens their back door for him to have his usual morning wee whilst she prepares his breakfast. She can’t help the yawn that takes over, boiling the kettle in process. As her corgi eats nosily, she makes both of them drinks.
A weekend routine that she couldn’t remember when they started, but one she was so fond of now.
She appreciated the tranquillity.
One of them would wake up and sort Newton (when it was Anthony, it would end with him cursing him and telling her that she’d raised a brat).
She disagreed.
She’d then correct him and say that they raised a good boy, even if he did show some bratty tendencies.
She shudders as she thinks of the pall mall incident last summer and how he managed to piss off the whole family.
They could laugh about it now, but at the time it wasn’t something that could be laughed at. She smiles as she goes about making their choice if morning beverage, almost as if on auto=pilot.
She slowly makes her way up the stairs, English breakfast tea and Chai in tow.
She finds him sitting up in bed, clearly awake, with his glasses on. He’s sitting there, with the dopey smirk playing on his face, flashing her a cheesy grin as she passes her mug to him. She, momentarily, wonders how she got so lucky.
“What’s so funny?”
“Mum caught Hyacinth with her boyfriend. The one I don’t like, other than her being too young, he’s an arsehole. I know exactly what teenage boys are like.” She hums in agreement, her mind flicking back to what she was like at Hyacinths age.
She was, quite possibly, the polar opposite. Anxious, socially awkward, and she just felt out of proportion.
Hyacinth, and the majority of the Bridgerton siblings, were nothing like her. She wished she was like that.
“And this is funny how?”
“She’s grounded for a year, and mum gave her the sex talk according to El. Believe me, that is something she would not want.”
“Again, refer to my earlier question” she grins, placing her Corgi mug on the side, and getting into her side of the bed, pulling the duvet up to her chest.
“I’m pretty sure Eloise has nightmares about the time mum gave her the talk. Showed her pictures of STI’s and was overly graphic. Worked a treat. Hyacinth is getting the same, should put her off sex for life.”
“Did you not get one?” He shakes his head, placing his phone face up on the duvet.
“No, dad did mine, Bens and Colins. By that I mean he gave us a box of condoms and told us to be safe. Mum was clearly tougher. She has a clean sheet of no teenage pregnancies, and Violet would like it to stay that way.” She smiles as they fall into a comfortable silence, both looking at things on their receptive phones, each chuckling intermittently. Kate enjoys scrolling on tiktok watching funny videos, usually to-do with animals. She wonders if Newton could go tiktok famous. She loves the videos, but she’s not sure anyone but them would be interested.
“What did you want to-do?” She eventually asks, as Newton sighs between them.
“We should probably go on a walk; we could go uptown and walk through one of the parks?” Kate glances out of the window before nodding. The sun is beating onto the window, and it makes her smile. She loves this weather, in the morning when it’s not too hot.
“We could go up to Hyde Park; that’s always a nice walk. Go and get some ice cream. Bring your menace.”
“You love him.”
“Do I though?” He teases, running his fingers through the ends of her hair. “Or we could sack off the whole day and spend it in bed.”
“Tempting. What would we do in bed?” She queries, biting her lip, “make me a tempting offer Bridgerton.”
“It would make last night look like a warmup” she snorts, kissing him on his lips.
“As tempting as that is darling, we can’t spend the day having sex, and the weather is so nice, lets go to Hyde Park.”
“That’s rubbish.”
“It was your suggestion” she watches as he pouts, placing a kiss on his nose, “if you’re a good boy, we will spend tomorrow in bed.”
“Love you, Kate.”
“Love you more, Ant.”