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Summary: Anthony oversees the hanging of the new portraits and thinks of his wife before helping her in the nursery change out the canopy.

Rating: General Audiences.

Words: 1,643

Fandom: Bridgerton

Relationship: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Humor, Family, Drabble, Light-Hearted, One Shot, Domestic, Pregnancy, Canon Compliant, Anthony being sappy, Kate being stubborn.

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AN: This is my first Bridgerton/Kanthony fic and I really enjoyed writing for these two. I’m not sure if I got the tone or the voices right, but I’m hoping to learn.

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It was a quiet afternoon in the Bridgerton household. Most of the members were doing leisurely activities, while Kate had laid down for an afternoon nap. Anthony was the only member of the household that was still working. He was overseeing the installation of the new portraits in the Great Hall. There was a new family portrait to include Kate, Simon, and baby Augie, along with a portrait of himself and Kate as newlyweds that was finally finished.

The one of him and his wife was a beautiful portrait. Anthony was in a classic suit and Kate was in a beautiful green dress sitting in a chair in front of him as he stood behind her. They had scheduled for another one to be commissioned, pending the arrival of the new Bridgerton heir. Although Anthony had a slight feeling that the baby was a girl, Kate insisted it was a boy.

He had wanted to schedule for them to sit for another painting in order to have a permanent memory of his beautiful pregnant wife. However, Kate said that it would be a waste and would be better to have a portrait of the new family, once the baby arrived. The image of Kate's belly swollen with his child was something he would have to commit to memory.

Still, he admired the portrait he had of her, her dark lips slightly turned up in the glimmer of a smirk that had been impossible to keep off her face. Yet with every smile and winning smirk that she gave him he fell more in love with her. His brother often said that he would trip over himself for her and although he denied it, he knew it was true. Her beautiful skin was alike to the walnut of the intricate fame the painting sat in. It was also portrayed as dark as it truly was at their insistence. Her brilliant sparkling eye stared into him with intensity that betrayed the true power of her stance in their relationship, despite his domineering place behind her as head of the household.

She had a kind of tenacity that he adored that showed through in the painting. She kept him on his toes most days and challenged him in a way he never thought to want. When he originally went on his search for a wife, he wanted someone agreeable. Someone who would tend to his household and raise the children, while managing the duties of hosting in society. Of course, Kate did all this although he would not say that she was agreeable.

Anthony never imagined someone who would push and challenge him in the way that Kate did. She questioned him on many things including business decisions. She additionally involved him in the running of the household in a way he never expected he needed to be. Yet he appreciated it as the knowledge that his household staff and family were well looked after and provided for brought assurance to his mind.

They finished hanging the portraits and Anthony made sure they were perfectly displayed before he gave his final approval. Then he retreated upstairs, intending to check in on Gregory and Hyacinth's studies. As he approached the school room, his attention shifted when he heard a commotion coming from the nursery. The door was partly open as such he only peeked in as he saw Kate fussing with the cradle. The door was silent enough to hide his entrance as he pushed it open and Kate was huffing in a way that he was sure she did not hear him.

“My understanding was that you were lying down,” Anthony said, although he did not startle her nor did she turn around to greet him.

Every inch of the nursery had been redone to suit Kate’s standard and to bring parts of India into the Bridgerton household. There were new paintings, linens, rugs, and toys that Kate had all personally picked out. The nursery was her domain, as the rest of the house was still his mother’s although touches of Kate appeared here and there.

He was astonished at what she had accomplished although she was extremely particular about everything. It seemed that certain things would never quite meet her standards. As was such the canopy that she now fussed with. She was taking down the white lace for another one she held over her arm.

“It is impossible to rest in this summer heat,” Kate said as she continued to change out the canopy.

“One might think that you would be used to such a thing,” Anthony said with a little smirk as she finally turned around to face him.

“I am used to the heat and humidity, yet I am not used to tolerating it while pregnant. It seems that this child has thrown off my ability to withstand such things,” Kate said as she panted and rested a hand on her growing belly, although he knew she bore no such malice for the child but merely was uncomfortable.

“I must say though the humidity does wonders for your complexion,” Anthony smirked as he finally approached her.

“Your flattery will not get you what you want today,” Kate snipped as she turned back to her task.

“Can a husband not flatter his wife?” Anthony said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

The baby greeted him with a strong kick as Kate flinched and he soothed his hand over her belly. Although she drew closer to him now, leaning into his chest. As he studied her, he could see that there was a sweat up on her brow and she took heavy breaths, something that was certainly not preferable in her state.

“You should not be struggling with such tasks in this heat,” Anthony said, taking the canopy from her hands despite her protests. “You are flushed, we should have some of the servants come in and fan you, or perhaps draw you a cool bath…”

“I shall rest once I have successfully put up the new canopy,” Kate said reaching for it although he snatched it out of her reach.

“Allow me then, so that you might rest, please Kathani,” Anthony softly asked of her.

The use of her full name, something he did only when he begged her caused her to pause and consider his plea. “If you insist.”

Kate sighed as she moved back to let him fuss with the canopy. He knew the fact that she was giving in meant that she was more tired than she let on. Anthony tried to put the canopy up upon the dowels above the cradle he knew not of what he was doing. Thankfully, Kate was behind him directing his efforts as he finally managed to hang it up and display it as she wanted.

When it was finally in place Anthony pulled her back into his arms again as she relaxed against him. Their baby gave him a series of kicks as his fingers danced across her belly teasing them for a moment. Nevertheless, Kate grew tired of his pestering and moved his hand to settle on one side where the baby kicked. They smiled at their child’s movements as they admired the crib.

“What brought forth this change?” Anthony asked as he pressed his cheek to her head.

“I saw this when I was out shopping with our mother this morning. I preferred it more than this one that has been in the nursery before I required it,” Kate said with a small smile as she traced the lace with her fingers.

“It is quite beautiful,” Anthony said as he admired it.

The lace’s intricate pattern was a tribute to the lacemaker’s work. Instead of the white of the previous one, it was a yellow lace with red interweaving ovals in a pattern that reminded him of India.

“Is the nursery as you hoped it to be?”

“I believe I am finally content with it, as I am content with the nursemaid we have hired.”

“How come I was not aware we hired a nursemaid, surely I would like to interview the woman raising our infant and the heir to the Bridgerton title.”

Kate merely rolled her eyes and chuckled as she turned around to face him. “It is because of such interest that you were left out of the decision. Your mother and I as well as my mother have picked out a very fine nanny that I assure you will take the utmost care of our child. If you would like to observe her the first few days with us I shall have no objections.”

“Very well,” Anthony reluctantly agreed, although he had his stipulations. “But I make no promises or assure her of employment if I find her unworthy of the task.”

“Not unless I agree,” Kate said, as she leaned in and kissed him, ending the argument and making him forget it as she often did when she kissed him.

He was content to hold her and kiss her as his hands fidgeted with her dress. She tasted him upon her lips as they as she held his cheek in place. Kate moaned into his lips as her hands moved to press into his chest and flirt with his shirt.

“Have I told you how enticing you look today,” Anthony said his hands already going to The back of her dress to undo it.

“You have not,” Kate said with a smug smile although she stepped out of his grasp as he moaned and chased her. “However if you would like to appreciate me more, I must insist that we retreat from the nursery.”

“If you insist,” Anthony said, catching her again and pulling her in to ravage her lips before pulling her away from the nursery and down to their own quarters.

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