Give in to me

Anthony pulled up to his family's country estate and safe to say he was excited. He was going to be able to spend a full week with Penelope, fair enough his family would be there too, but he could put up with that fact as long as he had her all to himself at night.

His mother had already been on the phone confirming that Penelope would be staying in his room, Eloise was a little annoyed as Penelope would not be her 'next door' roomie and he heard her explicit protests down the other end of the line. But he didn't care.

Penelope was his girlfriend now, and there was no way in hell she'd be sleeping anywhere other than his bed.

He emptied his bags from the boot and made his way up the stairs. He was soon greeted by his niece and nephew's, now, Francesca and Daphne between them had a growing brood, which never used to bother him before, but now seeing them all together enjoying one another as a family... he wanted that too.

He wanted it all.

"Ahh Anthony..."

He noticed his heavily pregnant sister Francesca making her way down the hall towards him, she was eating a slice of watermelon while shouting at the kids to be careful on the stairs.

Motherhood really suited her. Her heart was the kindest of all his siblings, along with being the quietest, but then that was the thing about Fran, she didn't have to say much because he face said it all. Fran never did voice opinions loudly like the rest of the Bridgerton's but when she did everyone listened, as she was the one that was normally right.

"Fran, you look radiant."

She cuddled into him,

"I look like a whale..."

She whispered towards him.

"I heard that, Frannie stop saying that you are positively beautiful."

John Stirling, the worlds most devoted husband. Anthony was glad for John, as a couple they had been through so much over the years, and well John turned out to be the best partner for Fran that Anthony could ever wish for. She was taken care of, and adored as John really did kiss the ground she walked on.

"John, nice to see you."

"Likewise Anthony."

A small pat on the back, and a smile was given. The kids were outside arguing, and John and Fran excused themselves to go sort it....

Before Fran was out of sight, Anthony shouted to ask about Penelope's whereabouts,

"Wait Fran, do you know where...."

"She's on the veranda."

He didn't even need to finish. Another thing about Fran, she could scarily read minds.

He left his bags in the hallway and made his way out to the veranda to see his girl.

He peeked through the French doors to see her with a guitar in hand, a pencil in her hair, another in her hand jotting down no doubt lyrics in her leather diary that went everywhere with her. Her red locks, which he loved being back in action, were gathered into a large bun in a white scrunchie on top of her head. She wore an old Juilliard hoodie, and denim shorts, her legs were bare, and God she looked effortlessly sexy.

She truly was a goddess among men.

He heard his singing and humming along trying to piece together a song.

He couldn't stop watching her,

" You know just what to say, things that scare me
I should just walk away, but I can't move my feet
The more that I know you, the more that I want to
Something inside me's changed
I was so much younger yesterday....