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sofwrites · 3 years

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You're Glowing, My Darling

Polin Week Day 4: favorite headcanon and domestic fluff

+ touching prompt: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear for @sofisanchez

Headcanon: Penelope can spot any pregnancy with nearly perfect accuracy

Themes: fluff, married! Polin | Length: 1.5k

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Penelope Featherington Bridgerton had a wide array of talents. She was a graceful dancer, knew how to carry a tune, and was fairly adept in arithmetics.

But likely her most impressive talent? Penelope had a remarkable ability of being able to fish out pregnancies, particularly those of her very extended family. And once upon a time, when she called herself Lady Whistledown, she’d practically made spotting pregnancies an art form.

And so it came to be on a December afternoon when, with a small tug on her husband’s hand, Penelope pulled Colin into their bed-chamber at Aubrey Hall. Wearing a proud little smirk, she leaned towards him. “I know a secret.”

Colin bit back an amused smile, running his hands down the lengths of her arms. “And that is...?”

“Lucy’s pregnant again.”

Colin blinked at her, his hands stopping at her elbows. “Excuse me?”

“Lucy, our sister-in-law, is pregnant.”

He paused for a moment before his hands slid down to meet hers, interlacing their fingers. He gave her a look that was part-dubious, part-indulgent. “And what makes you so sure?”

Penelope fought the urge to huff in exasperation, swinging their hands. “Trust me, I know. I was right about Kate with Mary, and Eloise with Frederick, and even Francesca with Janet, and not to mention all the times when I was Lady Whist-”

“Yes, yes, you’re always right,” Colin interrupted, squeezing her fingers. “What makes you so sure though?”

She looked at him carefully for a moment, eyes narrowing as if deciding whether or not she wanted to let him in on a secret. After what felt like an irritatingly long time, Penelope answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “She had kippers with toast and marmalade at breakfast this morning.”

Colin didn’t say anything for about ten seconds, merely stared at her. And then, in a tone that was bland and very clearly effortful, he asked, “Pardon me?”

Penelope gave him a dry look, lips pursed just enough for him to find absolutely adorable. “Trust me. What person in their right mind eats kippers with toast and jam?” And just before Colin opened his mouth, she gave him a pointed look and added, “I said person in their right mind.”

The corner of his lip twitched as he nodded for her to continue.

“I noticed that the last two times Lucy was pregnant, she mixed her breakfast foods in the same way. And she’s more talkative than usual- that’s one of her tells as well.” Penelope had taken back her hands to tap her fingers as she listed off her examples, speaking at an alarmingly fast pace. “There’s also just the probability that in a family as big as ours, someone has to be pregnant, and it’s definitely not Daphne, Sophie, or Francesca. And I don’t think it’s Eloise, Kate, or Hyacinth either. And it’s obviously not me.”

Though Colin had done a fairly admirable job of looking placid as his wife laid out her suspicions, it was when her widened, shrewd eyes moved up to meet his, awaiting a response, that his facade completely fell away and he let out a roar of laughter.

“Is this how you reported on pregnancies as Whistledown? You inspected everyone’s eating patterns? How much they spoke at parties?”

Penelope sent him a scowl. “It was more than that. I looked at who was of proper age, which couples actually appeared enough in love to be producing children, their energy levels, complex-”

“Alright, alright. More science than guesswork, is that a fair assumption?” He was still grinning down at her.

“You may laugh, husband, but I have never been wrong before.”

Colin let out a humored sigh before leaning down to kiss her cheek and wrap both arms around her. “Believe me, I would never doubt the brilliance of my wife.” He flashed her another grin before resting his chin on the top of her head.

He heard Penelope grumble against his chest even as her hands moved to meet on his back.

Two months later, the couple’s illustrious butler, Dunwoody, glided into the drawing room and delivered a letter from Gregory informing them that Lucy was, in fact, expecting once again. As Colin read the missive aloud to his family, he couldn’t help but spot Penelope’s small smirk over the top of her book.

So, naturally, later that evening, Colin paid fortune to his wife’s brilliance in only the best way he knew how.

And, naturally, one additional month later, he came to his very own conclusion as he watched as his wife finger-combed her hair at her vanity.

Penelope smiled at him in the reflection, her hand moving methodically as she swept through the locks. He watched the amber highlights he loved so much get picked up in the candlelight- making them look like little flames themselves. Softly, he returned her smile before stepping around her, leaning against the table to look at her directly.

She blushed slightly, looking back to her own reflection in the mirror as Colin continued to watch her, his mouth tilting upwards. His eyes roamed her face, taking in the rosiness of her cheeks and the steadiness of her focused brow. He noticed the light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks, which though technically unfashionable for the time, were absolutely beloved by him because they reminded him of the sun- and even more so, of her in the sunshine.

After a few minutes, when Penelope looked as though she might burst with color, she glanced at him with a bashful smile. “What is it?”

“Am I not meant to gaze adoringly at my wife with every passing opportunity?” His grin only grew as her blush deepened and Penelope looked down to smooth the skirts of her nightgown.

Slowly, he stepped closer to her, kneeling down as he cupped the bottom of her chin. When her eyes met his, Colin let out a humored sigh before whispering, “I know a secret.”

Almost instantaneously, Penelope’s shyness melted away, replaced instead by an excited expression. “And that is...?”

Colin grinned, one finger gently reaching up to stroke her warm cheek. “I’m not sure I should tell you.”

And even though her face leaned into his touch, Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “And is it not a wife’s prerogative to know all of her husband’s secrets?”

“Hmm,” he moved his hand to push a lone curl out of her face, gently tucking it behind her ear. And then he whispered, “You’re glowing.”

Penelope flushed once again, her tongue reflexively reaching across her lips. “What?”

He leaned in a bit closer, just enough so that she could feel his breath against her ear. With a slight growl in his voice, Colin repeated, “You’re glowing, my darling.”

And just as Penelope sucked in a breath, he moved back, studying her with a small smile. “You glow when…” He trailed off, gently running a finger along the side of her face.

Her head tilted a bit, staring at him with wide, confused eyes. Colin chuckled under his breath. “You glow like this when you’re pregnant.”

And that was when he lost her.

Penelope’s eyes seemed to grow even as her brow furrowed together, her lips parting in surprise. “Pregnant? ” She let out a small laugh. “Colin, don’t be silly. I’m not pregnant.”

He raised his own brow, still grinning. “Yes, you definitely are.”

She laughed again, giving him a little incredulous shake of the head. “I’m not! Don’t you think I’d know if I were pregnant?”

“And don’t you think I know you better than you know yourself sometimes?”

She smiled at him affectionately, placing her own hand on his cheek. “I do love you, but I know I’m not pregnant.”

And even despite her conviction, Colin smirked, equally convinced in his own. “What makes you so sure?”

Penelope blushed despite herself, despite their literal years of marriage. “I keep a log and…”

And then she trailed off. Because suddenly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d opened her little book.

And then her wide eyes lifted to meet his. “Oh my-”

“Baby,” Colin cut in, grinning, and Penelope let out a small huff that was part annoyance and part amusement. “I told you that you glow.”

Penelope rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I appreciate the sentiment, but there is no such thing as a five-week glow.”

He shrugged, beaming at her. “Well you have it, believe me.”

Leaning in, Colin met his nose with hers until all he could see was the beautiful brown of her eyes. “You also have another tell.”

Penelope smiled. “And that is?”

Colin grinned as his eyes trailed downwards. “When you’re pregnant, you develop incredibly voluptuous bre-”

“Colin!”

“Penelope.”

#ahhh can you tell I love posting fluffy married polin?#polinweek #polinweek2021 #this is my 5th (FIFTH) fic this week but I think it's my favorite #it’s just cuteness #i hope you liked it too #also I would love it if you let me know because it's been... dry and... that makes it harder to keep going...#is that whiney?#oh god I don't know #please don't read these tags #sorry i'm tired bye now #bridgerton fic #polin #bridgerton book spoilers #my fic

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ladyjune · 3 years

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Day 4: Favorite Headcanons

Please enjoy the random headcanons that usually live in my notes for my own amusement 😂

- Penelope and Colin act like love sick newlyweds for at least the first five years after they are married. Much to the annoyance of the whole family. The sisters all try to get Penelope to play along making googly eyes at Michael to annoy their husbands, but Penelope’s just like yeah Michael is great, but did you see Colin eat that eclair? 😍

- Violet thought disciplining Colin was hard. Disciplining his children was impossible. With Penelope’s quick wit, Colin’s charming smile and calming presence,Violet was helpless.

- Benedict paints a couple portrait for all his siblings and their spouses. Colin and Penelope’s is the only one where they aren’t looking at the viewer but instead they are looking at each other, laughing together. It is proudly displayed in Colin’s office.

- If they don’t go to Number 5, Penelope and Colin have afternoon tea together at home. It’s their favorite time of day because they update each other on any ton gossip they may have heard. Essentially they enjoy spilling tea over tea 😂

- Colin likes to pout and pretend to ignore Penelope whenever she’s spending a lot of time with Eloise or has a busy work schedule and he feels neglected. He’s our dramatic king after all. She once grabbed a chair and stood on it so they would be looking at each other eye to eye and he couldn’t pretend to ignore her. Colin thought it was hilarious and laughed about it for ten minutes.

- Colin and Penelope are always requested by their nieces and nephews to attend all their sporting events. Nobody trash talks better than a writer Aunt and Uncle with a big vocabulary. Both are usually easy going, but are very protective of some of their favorite tiny humans. Colin almost raced another players uncle once simply because Miles told the kid “ I bet my uncle is faster than your uncle.”

- Colin and Penelope have a picnic somewhere outside every week after they get married. Except for the time he had to go get Eloise when she ran away to meet Phillip. Colin was very annoyed their tradition was broken.

#polinweek2021 #polin week #polin #these are random #but very dear to me and my notes app 😂

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buckys-disembodied-arm · 3 years

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Day 1 : Favorite Quote 💛

#polinweek2021 #my favorite quote #polin #I’m honestly just happy to be here 🥰

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leuqarrappaport · 3 years

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A tribute to my favourite soulmate AU FanFiction story on Polin - "These Days Will Fade Out", by @alengmae

Cannot believe this is the last day already, guys 😭😭 I'm so happy to be part of this great community and to share a bit of my love for Polin with all of you throughout these seven days ❤🥰 Now I have a lot of catch-up reading to do, eheheh 😁

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kiiandy · 3 years

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I did this for #PolinWeek to our page La Colmena Bridgerton 😂

#polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #colin penelope #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #new album #romancing mister bridgerton #rmb #PolinWeek2021 #TeamPolin

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thereadersmuse · 3 years

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They were not courting? Were they?

Surely Mama or Eloise would have written?

*Also posted on ff.net.

#polin #bridgerton #polinweek #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin week #PolinWeek2021 #day 4: jealousy #bridgerton fanfiction #polin fanfiction #not my image

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andmineisyellow · 3 years

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Polin Week, Day 3: Modern!AU

#polinweek #polinweek2021 #polin #bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin briderton #modern!AU #op's edit #op's gif

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harmonizingsunsets · 3 years

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Polin Week Day 4: Prompt - Jealousy

Touching A Live Wire

After dragging Colin by the arm through her and Eloise's flat with one hand, Penelope slams the door behind them with the other.

She folds her arms across her chest and looks him in the eye for the first time since they left her work party early. He'd looked apologetic, following her wordlessly to the car and remaining silent during the entire drive to the flat.

"You have five seconds to apologize."

Colin sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Penelope, this is a misunderstanding."

"Five," she starts counting.

"I didn't mean to say it that loud!"

Penelope's lips curl further in anger. "Four."

"Wait, let me explain why I—."

"Three," she interrupts, tapping her foot loudly on the floor.

Colin tilts his head at her. "Pen, this is ridiculous."

"Two."

"Can't we just sit down and—." Pen opens her mouth, her lips forming the word one, but Colin looks alarmed and puts his hands out to stop her. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry!"

Penelope breathes in relief. Despite the show she just put on, she didn't know what she would've done if she'd reached one. With Penelope's grade three students, she'd send them to the principal's office or write their names in the infraction book. But, Penelope didn't think those forms of punishment would've worked with Colin.

She moves her hands to her hips, pinning her gaze on him. "Sorry about what?"

"I'm sorry that I got a bit carried away."

"A bit carried away?" Penelope scoffs, causing him to flinch in guilt. "Colin, you yelled at my co-worker, "Penelope is too good for you," and then proceeded to knock over the punch bowl!"

"In my defense, whoever placed it there did a poor job. It was teetering on the edge of the table."

Penelope's jaw clenches. "I placed it on the table."

Colin's eyes go wide, adorably so, which she could appreciate more if she weren't so angry at him.

Well, she still does appreciate it a little. She's human, after all.

"Oh, then it was a lovely job!" Colin exclaims, trying to cover himself. "Perfect placement, angels in heaven would want you to be on punchbowl duty at every party."

"You think angels have parties?"

"No, of course not, but they host them. Can you imagine parties in heaven? Unlimited food, great entertainment, and you could dance with Pablo Picasso and Prince at the same time."

"You really think Picasso and Prince would run in the same social circles in—hey, don't distract me," she interrupts herself, pointing accusingly at him while biting back a grin. "I'm mad at you."

Colin takes a step forward, beginning to smirk. "Then why are you smiling?"

"It's an annoying side effect of being around you," Penelope explains grumpily. "But, I'm still angry."

Colin deflates. "I know. You should be angry at me." He begins to pace, making Penelope worry that he's going to slip as she and Eloise just polished the floor yesterday. "I was way out of line. I shouldn't have yelled at your co-worker. It was disrespectful."

Penelope exhales, her anger beginning to fade, but confusion still causing her head to ache.

"I don't understand. Why did you yell that at him? And why did you spend the whole evening scowling at him and steering me away from him the entire time?"

Colin doesn't respond, looking down at his shoes. His behavior worries her, as Colin's never been one to avoid telling her something. His eyes are always open, full of honesty and understanding. But lately, they've been clouded.

The clouds are unsettling. Penelope misses the sun's warmth, and she can't take the chill anymore, especially because she doesn't know what prompted the weather change.

"You've been so unlike you the past few weeks," Penelope quickly says before she loses her nerve. "You've been off ever since he started working with me at the beginning of this month."

Colin shifts his feet. "No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have! Whenever I bring him up, you completely shut me out, you've avoided my attempts for you to meet him, and I caught you rolling your eyes when I was talking to him on the phone," she lists, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you have against him?"

"Nothing."

"Colin, tell me."

He shrugs but with tense shoulders. "There's nothing to tell."

Penelope presses on, taking a step closer. "Obviously, you have something against him."

"No, I don't," he says, taking a step back.

She steps forward, feeling a rook on a chessboard that's slowly advancing on his pawn as he moves it backward one square at a time.

"Be honest."

"I am."

"No, you're not. I know you well enough to know when you're lying."

"Penelope…"

"Please, Colin, just tell me what's really got you so—."

"He's into you!" Colin blurts out.

Penelope freezes, her rook stopping one square before her victory.

Colin grimaces at himself, taking a deep breath as if his words knocked the wind out of him.

"What?"

"He's into you," Colin repeats, his voice quieter than before. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He obviously wants something more than friendship."

Penelope knows she shouldn't, but she laughs. "That's absurd."

Colin's expression drops even further, beginning to frown. "Why is that absurd? "

"Because it's me. Why would he be interested in me?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Penelope narrows her eyes at him. "Colin, don't play dumb."

"I'm not. You're the one that's playing dumb."

"Excuse me?"

"Pen, you're intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind," Colin describes, slowly raising his hands and placing them on her arms. There's something in his eyes as he speaks so vehemently, a gleam that sends a thrill through her body. "You're the perfect package. Who wouldn't want you?"

Something in his words causes her to pause, reassessing the entire evening. Once she does, seeing a supercut of Colin's reactions towards her co-worker and his behavior around the two of them, her mind reaches one conclusion—a conclusion which quickens her heartbeat.

However, it also inspires a newfound sense of motivation to stop tiptoeing at the edge of the cliff she's been on for years.

But, she has to make sure Colin is truly standing on the same cliff as her before jumping.

Penelope swallows nervously. "Alright, let's say you're right and that I'm the perfect package—."

"You are."

"Ok, let's say that I am," Penelope agrees, taking a deep breath before crafting her following words. "So, why shouldn't he like me?"

"It's not that he shouldn't like you because, of course, he should. But—he shouldn't," Colin blabbers, getting a cute crinkle in between his brows as he struggles to explain himself adequately, which only fuels her wonderful but terrifying theory. "Because… he's—that guy is not right for you. "

Penelope inches closer, so her chest brushes against his body. He intakes a sharp breath, and she has to restrain herself from doing the same thing, knowing the gravity of this moment—of getting this exactly right.

"But I'm the perfect package, so I'm perfect for him, right?"

"No—I mean, yes, he'd be lucky to have you. But that doesn't mean you should be with him." His eyes flicker to her chest, and back up at her eyes, and back to his shoes, his face becoming more red with each passing second. "He—he has a horrible laugh, he likes Star Trek over Star Wars, and he took way more than his share of the cheese platter—."

"Those reasons are inconsequential. You know they are."

Colin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So, Penelope raises one of her hands, moving up his arm and to his neck.

The path of Penelope's fingertips creates a live wire, causing his skin to brim with electricity everywhere she touches. But, it doesn't shock her. Instead, she's part of the electrical current and feels a hum of energy in her palm that his touch provides.

"So, there must be another reason you don't want me to be with him," Penelope continues, forcing her voice not to shake. "Right?"

"No," he shakes his head after a few beats.

She bites her lip, trying to hold on to hope. "Really, there's not one reason?"

"Um…no?"

Penelope sighs, dropping her hands from his neck, feeling stupid. How foolish was she to think ahead of herself like this? Clearly, Colin's answer was not what she predicted. Just like always, she got carried away in romantic notions, as she always seemed to, when Colin’s around.

"Ok," she says, clearing her throat. Colin frowns at the sudden distance, but Penelope can't see his expression as she's closing her eyes to try and banish the inclination to cry. "I know, it's been a long day, so let's forget it. I think I should—."

Penelope doesn't get to answer. Because, suddenly, Colin swoops forward, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips crashing onto hers.

If touching his skin created a live wire, kissing Colin makes a high electricity voltage, one strong enough to power an entire city.

Colin's lips brush against her softly, but there's a desperate edge to it, one akin to the desperation she feels as she clutches the collar of his jacket and pulls him closer.

When Colin breaks apart for a breath, he rests his forehead on hers.

"I was jealous," he whispers.

Penelope pulls her head back a little so that she can meet his eyes. "What?"

"That's why I didn't want you to be with him, because I want you to be with me," Colin confesses, pursing his lips. "I know that's immature. I'm sorry. You should be with whoever you want to be with, even if it's not me. It's my fault that I was too much of a coward until—Ow!" He abruptly yelps, looking down at his arm, which Penelope just pinched. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Penelope ducks her head, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "I was just checking to make sure you weren't an illusion."

Colin smiles in the incandescent way that made Penelope fall in love with him in the first place. He tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his bright eyes filled with an emotion that wraps around her heart and squeezes it.

"I'm real, I'm very much real," Colin assures, his thumb skimming her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."

He closes the distance between them again. But, Penelope is the one to deepen the kiss. She feels a wave of heat run through her at Colin's moan. Also, she experiences a surge of confidence, proud that she was the one to elicit such a glorious sound.

Penelope wraps her arms around her neck, finding it slightly annoying that he's so tall, as she has to lean up on her toes to kiss him. Colin must sense her struggle, quickly amending the issue by swiftly raising her into the air.

But, as her legs sweep up as she's taken into his arms, she accidentally kicks the bowl that holds her and Eloise's apartment keys off of the table.

It crashes loudly onto the floor, the ceramic breaking into multiple tiny pieces.

Colin and Penelope's lips break from each other's, looking down at the mess near her feet. Then, for a moment, neither of them say anything, only staring at the floor.

"Well…at least there was no punch in there this time," Colin says, sidestepping the broken pieces of the bowl.

Penelope laughs, smiling against his lips as she pulls him in for another kiss.

While she has a lot of explaining to do about the dramatic scene the two of them caused when she shows up at work tomorrow and will have to answer Eloise about the broken bowl, she can't find it in herself to care.

When he opens his eyes briefly, looking at her and moving a strand of hair behind her ear, she no longer sees clouds. Instead, she only sees the sun, and she wants to bask in its glow forever.

Penelope knows how idealistic that thought is, but as Colin begins kissing down her neck after moving them to the couch, she thinks it's quite a reasonable notion.

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lous-beelief · 3 years

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Domestic Bliss

A small drabble for Polin Week

Day 4 - Prompt: Domestic Bliss

Penelope sat at their breakfast table, a cuppa tea in her hands, as she watched her husband rush erratically around the kitchen. A smirk played on her lips as she was the essence of calm whilst he was the polar opposite in that moment.

She admired Colin’s form as he was practically in his own world, his suit jacket stretching around his biceps mouth wateringly as he bent forward to tie up his shoes.

Colin was running late - as per usual.

He had a meeting with his publisher in just half an hour; though that hadn’t stopped him from laying in bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his head in her neck, for “Just five more minutes,” every single time his alarm went off. In the end Penelope knew that she would have to get up just so he would.

Which was why she was now sitting there, enjoying the morning entertainment of Colin as he faffed around and grabbed an apple for his journey, chucking it into the air and bouncing it off his arm like he was still a child.

“Right, I love you, I’ll see you later,” he grabbed his bag and went to dash out of the door.

She scanned the table and rolled her eyes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She called after him, making him stop in the doorway.

He turned around and grinned wolfishly at her, instantly prancing over and scooping her up into his arms. He squeezed the flesh of her hips, his thumbs grazing the bare skin that peeped from underneath her pyjama top that had been raised with his onslaught, and soundly planted his lips on hers.

The kiss began soft, taking her by surprise, before she returned his caress - making him groan as the kiss became hungry with adoration.

Her body went slack in his arms as a tingling sensation sparked at her heart, spreading out across her body, deepening in her stomach, until it reached the very end of her toes.

After twelve years of friendship, two years of dating, six months of engagement and one year of marriage she knew she would never ever tire of this feeling and, more specifically, this ridiculous man.

They broke away from each other to catch their breath and Colin’s green eyes shone down on her with complete happiness, making her blush crimson like it was their first kiss all over again.

“I meant this,” she let out a sheepish cough, picking up his wallet that he had left on the table, “But thank you.”

He barked out a laugh at his mistake, a mistake that neither of them would ever regret, before placing the wallet into his pocket.

“Thank you,” he kissed her forehead in a final goodbye, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She playfully pushed him away from her, “Now go!”

And Colin finally left for his meeting, leaving Penelope to bask in the afterglow of his presence - contemplating how wonderful life truly was.

(Inspired by a prompt from this generator: https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org/)

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