Prayer circle for you to dabble more in Polin fanfiction because that little tidbit was precious!
you guys, making me blush!!
i can do penelope in labour...
colin paced the room, eyes squeezed shut, hands flexing at his sides as he listened to penelope let out another shout of pain down the hall. her waters breaking had surprised them both but the quickness of her labour was the worst. portia had ushered him out, he wasn't needed, not for this part but listening to his wife's pained yells had nauseated him beyond recognition.
the doors opening suddenly startled him out of his frantic pacing and he turned to see a pale rae watching him.
"she's asked for you."
that was all he needed to hear to brush past her and enter the room, portia's cries of 'mister bridgerton' ignored as he collapsed at his wife's side. her pained face glowing as she smiled reaching for his hands, nails digging into the skin painfully but he endured.
"i cannot do this..."
"yes, you can, you're my brilliant, beautiful wife and you can do anything. i'm here, my love, i'm here," he murmured, kissing her hand and bracing himself as she gave another shout of pain and bared down.













