Five-year-old Charlotte wants to dress up as Elsa from Frozen. But she's sad because her brothers are not willing to dress up as Anna and all her cousins are all far away in their own homes.
Kate tries to console little Charlotte, "But Elsa travels to the mountains all alone and she builds an ice castle all by herself, isn't that cool? You could still go as Elsa, darling."
Charlotte shakes her head, "And Anna comes searching for Elsa because she misses her. And they hug. Elsa has Anna. I don't have anyone!" Her crying intensifies.
Kate feels sad to see her crying, yet she can't help but feel frustrated at her daughter's stubborn streak, something that she definitely inherited from her Papa because Kate is sure that she was never this stubborn.
Anthony sees his precious daughter holding her blue dress, sitting on the floor, at tears falling from her eyes and he feels his heart bursting. Kate is sitting next to her, stroking her hair, looking helpless.
Anthony walks up to them and sits beside Charlotte.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks her gently.
Charlotte hiccups, "Nothing!" Pouting harder.
"You're crying because of nothing?"
Charlotte shakes her head, "I am not crying."
Anthony bites back a smile, "So why are your eyes wet?"
Charlotte starts crying harder.
Anthony pulls his daughter into his lap and holds her.
"It's okay, sweetie. Tell me what it is and I promise, I'll help you."
Anthony can feel Charlotte shaking her head into his shoulder, her crying subdues.
"You won't."
He strokes her back, "You're right. I won't be able to help if you won't even tell me the problem. Won't you tell your poor Papa what's troubling you?"
Charlotte stays silent and Anthony waits for her.
After a few seconds, she replies, her voice small, "I wanted to dress up as Elsa for Halloween."
"Wanted? You don't want to anymore?"
Charlotte shakes her head.
"Do you want to dress up as someone else then? We could go get new costumes."
She shakes her head again.
"Do you not want to dress up at all?"
She shakes her head.
Anthony looks up at Kate for help.
"She wants to dress up as Elsa but there's no one to dress up as Anna! I told her it's okay if she goes as Elsa without Anna but she does not want that." Kate shrugs at him.
Anthony holds Charlotte by her shoulder and looks into her teary, brown eyes, "Why do you need Anna to go with you, darling? Isn't it awesome for Elsa to go by herself?"
Charlotte looks down and softly whispers, "Ed and Miles are going together. And I don't have anyone with me."
Anthony feels his heart melt. He smiles softy at Kate in understanding.
Kate feels her eyes tear up, hearing her little daughter's confession. Maybe she's not so much different to herself, she muses.
Kate bites her lips and stares at her husband and daughter as Anthony replies,
"Aww, sweetheart. That's not true. You have Papa. I can dress up as Anna. We can show the boys how it's done."
Charlotte looks up at Anthony, her eyes wide, looking hopeful, "You'll really dress up as Anna, Papa?"
Anthony nods his head vigorously, "For my favorite daughter? Definitely!"
Charlotte smiles widely and throws her tiny arms around Anthony, hugging him.
"You're the best, Papa. You're the best Papa. Thank you!" Charlotte shouts.
Anthony hugs back, smiling widely.
"Sweetheart? Maybe you should ask Amma if she could find Elsa costume for me?" Anthony whispers into Charlotte's ear.
Charlotte looks at Kate, her eyes hopeful, "Please Amma, can you find Anna's dress for Papa? Please?"
Kate smiles at Charlotte, "Yes, ma'am! We'll find the best dress for your Papa to dress up as Anna."
Charlotte cheers, "Thank you, Amma! Thank you!" She climbs down from Anthony’s lap and climbs into Kate's.
Kate hugs her tight and gives her a kiss on her head.
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And that's how Anthony Bridgerton, aged 38 dressed up as Anna from Frozen and went Trick or Treating with his daughter, Charlotte dressed up as Queen Elsa for Halloween 👸
Kate Bridgerton, not wanting to waste an opportunity to embarrass her stupid boys (and teach a lesson), dressed up as Olaf. Charlotte was overjoyed to see her Amma’s surprise costume ☃️
Edmund and Miles Bridgerton were seen running, wearing plain masks. Whether it was a part of costume or out of embarrassment of their parent's antics, nobody knows 👻 🎃
Can I tell you, the way I was waiting for this the music festival drop, I think I need professional help 😂 I absolutely love this Anthony. He is so grandpa and when you were describing him all I could see was this pic of JB. It's giving music festival Anthony vibes.....lololol
I just imagine him following Kate around with that backpack in this outfit making sure she is having a fun safe time. 🤣
JFC those foul socks and sandals 🤣🤣 I do feel like JB has the exact dork fashion sense that WTBD Ant has. It's just lucky he's adorable.
He's definitely about to run a whole different game on the Sunday, officially appointing himself to make sure Kate is safe and if that happens to give her the opportunity to flirt shamelessly with him all day then so be it. As much as she might protest, we all know Kate secretly loves dadthony.
Sure, he might be a little uptight at times, but it's heaps endearing how he makes sure every detail is taken care of so things go smoothly for them. And she loves being the one who can steer him out of a mental breakdown when unexpected events knock his plans off the rails.
Here's (an unedited) snippet from the Glass Houses epilogue I'm currently writing:
""Hy!" Anthony called for the girl from the other side of the room, she was standing with her new roommate, and he wanted to draw her attention, because she really needed to start unpacking her boxes if they wanted to make it in time for their dinner reservations. She promised him she would be finished with the last stuff by the time he got there, but from what he saw she was just chatting with the girl and did exactly the opposite from what he had asked her to do. Like usual.
"Should I say she's naughty, daddy?" Anthony felt someone pulling his sleeve, "I can tell her!" Mary's big brown eyes waited expectantly for him to answer. Anthony was about to answer, but the object of their discourse shrieked happily and prevented him from saying something at all.
"You brought my Mary Mouse!" Hyacinth had clearly chosen to ignore him, but as soon as she heard her niece speaking, she lifted her head and greeted them loudly. Mary often did what he couldn't and while it might be inconvenient, mostly it made him beam with pride.""
I can't help but imagine that Anthony will be holding bb Edmund like a trophy or simba in Offside❤🤣
ohhh Anthony, he's gonna be such an excited Dad. Too Excited nearly. Softly cradling his little baby around the stadium, showing him to anyone who'll stand still long enough, sitting with Edmund on his knee in his post match interviews, getting distracted when Edmund giggles and starts tapping on the microphone in front of him, his little legs and arms bouncing up and down and he just can't stop staring at his son because he's the most beautiful thing Anthony's ever seen in his entire life.
Kate had known Anthony would be a good father. She'd seen him at their open days, running around the field with kids, cheering as he let them steal the ball from him, his smile bright. She'd seen him with his own family as well, gentle and patient and kind. And despite some of his brasher, more reckless tendencies: at heart Anthony was a nurturer.
He'd laid beside her, barely seven months into their relationship, in the house they'd bought together, just gotten the keys for today, laying in front of the fire no furniture in sight, their fingers intertwined together.
"I know that we're not there yet, but I wanna raise our kids in this house."
Kate's chest had felt so tight, tears pricking at her eyes as she'd laid her head on his shoulder. "You think about our kids?"
"I think about our whole life."
She'd taken a shuddering breath, poking his ribs, teasing him "Slow down stud, you need to get me a ring first."
Anthony gasped, his lips brushing her neck, "Have I not proposed to you yet?!"
She rolled her eyes, brushing their lips together, staring down at her hand, "It doesn't look like you have, no."
"Oh it's coming." Anthony had grinned at her, his eyes shining. "It's definitely coming."
Barely a month later he'd been down on one knee, asking her to spend her life with him.
And from the second she'd told him she was pregnant he'd practically radiated with excitement. No less than she had, she supposed, something deep inside her burning for more.
"I'm gonna be a Dad! Kate's having my baby!" He'd announced to his family, the news practically bursting out of him, shining with excitement as his brothers and sisters wrapped their arms tightly around them both, his voice quickly turning to panic when Colin had hoisted Kate onto his shoulders. "Colin! Jesus! Be careful!"
They'd stood in the baby store for hours while Anthony inspected every crib and pram in the store, walking around with them proudly, testing the brakes, the suspension as Kate groaned,
"Anthony, all of these are fine we do not need to spend £900 on a pram."
He waved her off, "Our child is going to be the most precious thing ever to set foot on the planet and-"
"Apart from your niece?"
He'd barely stalled, "No offence to Simon and Daph, but I stand by my statement. Our child deserves the best to protect its adorable curly headed self, and that is this." He gestured dramatically to the royal blue contraption in front of him.
"That's the first one you tried." Kate said exasperatedly, "And it might not have my hair."
"It will. Its going to be so fucking cute." Anthony grinned, calling out to the woman behind the counter, "Christine we're going with the Stokke! And we'll get the Tripp Trapp and the carseat and carrier in blue!"
Christine looked positively startled when she let out a "Hooray!"
From the very second Anthony had lay eyes on their son, he'd practically shone with love.
"Katie, he's so beautiful." He'd had tears running down his cheeks as he stared at their child in her arms, his hand had hovered tentatively over his son's tiny head, shaking as this fingers had brushed the thick shock of dark hair on his head. He'd let out a shuddering breath. "I love you so much. Thank you, Thank you."
And she hadn't been able to keep her voice steady "You wanna hold him?"
He'd taken a shuddering breath, "Can-Can I?"
She'd nodded, her heart hammering in her chest as she slid the tiny baby into his arms "Edmund, this is your daddy."
Anthony had let out a choked sob, his chest heaving, "I'm going to take such good care of you. Both of you. Daddy loves you so much little sprout."
And it was undeniable how much he did.
As he introduced their tiny son to his family, their family, his eyes shining with love, the excitement on his face when Edmund had been bathed and dried and his thick hair started curling at the ends.
So happy, and full of love, sitting on the bed beside her, staring down at the baby in her arms, "We made the most perfect child. Look at him, look at him!"
His face shining with excitement as he carefully cradled their tiny son in his arms, walking so carefully onto the pitch his teammates falling silent, holding Kate against his side.
"Guys, this is my boy. This is my Edmund."
And three months later, she can't keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks when Anthony cradled Edmund so gently in one arm, his tiny city game day outfit on, a perfect replica of his father's, right down to the tiny soft little baby boots adidas had sent them, earmuffs on to protect his ears, every inch the proud father as he helped to lift the premier league cup with the other, his lips forming the words
The Becoming of Charlotte Bridgerton (And the Continuous Outrage of Anthony Bridgerton)
For Kate and Anthony 2021 Week, Day 6 Prompt: "Make me".
The Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton prided themselves on being excellent hosts. Bridgerton House was forever teeming with friends and family during the season, and as their children grew older, their home became a veritable haven for the young people-
A haven Kate presently found herself eavesdropping on along with her very irritated husband.
To be fair, it wasn’t exactly her fault. She was looking for Charlotte and could not find her anywhere in the house. Somewhere along the way, she had run into Anthony who also looking for their daughter (presumably to gift her with yet another expensive bauble, Kate thought, rolling her eyes. Anthony always did dote on the girls).
After exhausting themselves, Kate struck upon the idea of looking in the library, where Miles was entertaining. Her hunch proved right when the Lord and Lady Bridgerton peeked through the shelves to see Miles, his cousins David, the Earl Clyvedon, and Lady Caroline Findlay-Watt; as well as Mr. Arthur Granville, James De Courcy, the Earl of Clairmont; and Charlotte, sitting right there with the rest of them, taking part spiritedly in their conversation as if such behavior was perfectly normal for a girl who had barely completed two seasons.
“What is she doing with Miles's friends?” Anthony whispered after a requisite scandalized gasp.
“Talking, I believe,” Kate said wryly, choosing wisely to ignore the fact that their daughter had helped herself to a finger of whisky.
“But she is alone! In a roomful of young men!” Anthony spluttered and moved to rush forward in what Kate assumed was a bid to rescue his sweet, innocent daughter from the clutches of these men (and Caroline).
“My dear,” Kate said, restraining him, “both Miles and David are there, and Caroline is chaperoning her.”
Anthony threw her a dry look. “This is Caroline we are speaking of.”
Kate was privately inclined to agree that perhaps Lady Caroline Findlay-Watt (formerly Lady Caroline Basset) was not the best chaperone in that she was far too permissive and her circles ran too liberal.
Nevertheless, Kate shushed her husband. “I want to see what our daughter has to say. We so rarely get to see her among her peers.”
It was true- what their eldest daughter did with her time ever since she debuted was something of a mystery. Of course, she attended the requisite balls and other events with Kate, but Charlotte was all too happy to be taken around by her older, married Hastings cousins, something Kate was secretly thankful for, because she knew they would give her the sort of social advantage even Kate could not offer her daughter.
Anthony grumblingly agreed to Kate’s command and fell silent.
“-All shoring up for it,” David was telling the group seriously. “I do want to remain optimistic, but as Lady Holland recently put it, it is no longer a matter of if, but when.”
He then turned to Charlotte, who was too busy staring at Lord Clairmont, and had to be called on repeatedly to elicit any response. Kate glanced at Clairmont, long-limbed and elegant, taking note of how his posture was subtly inclined towards her daughter.
Charlotte was eventually pulled away from her thoughts. “What?” she blinked and asked. “Oh yes, I agree- this government will fall.”
David cackled at this. “Good lord, Charlotte. You sound positively Jacobin when you say it like that.”
“One would think your namesake was Mademoiselle Corday and not the late queen,” Miles teased his sister.
Charlotte, who always took great pleasure in extending a joke, said wryly, “I suppose we’ll only truly know if I ever feel an inclination to assassinate any of you in your bathtub.” This roused a hearty laugh from the group.
Anthony snorted quietly.
Clairmont, who had been silent up until that point, spoke. “I should like to hear what Miss Bridgerton has to say on the matter.” He looked directly at Charlotte who, to Kate’s amusement, blushed ever so slightly. Kate wondered whether the blush was due to the pleasure of having her opinion asked after, or if it was something else entirely…
Kate had her suspicions.
Charlotte spoke. “I know David mentioned the current financial crisis, but I recall someone recently mentioning that the the Jamaica Bill was something of a turning point. Ever since then, all I seem to read in the papers is how tenuous a coalition the current government is comprised of.” Charlotte shrugged and concluded, “I suppose it’s easy to overlook because the bill ultimately passed, and the Whigs did remain in power, though no thanks to Parliament itself.”
Kate glanced at Anthony after this little speech, and to her amusement, she could tell he was riveted.
“Ah, the crisis of Her Majesty’s bedchamber!” Miles said spiritedly. “The only reason the Whigs prevailed!”
Charlotte rolled her eyes at her brother. “Crisis of the bedchamber- you make it sound far more tawdry than it really was, Miles.”
“I wouldn’t be so quick to say that, cousin,” Lady Caroline said mischievously. “I can say with confidence that Amelia’s father-in-law had a public temper tantrum at the Lords when the news emerged that Amelia would not, after all, be one of the queen’s new ladies.”
Mr. Granville asked, “Lady Lowestoft’s father-in-law is… the Earl of Norwich, I think?”
Caroline nodded. “Yes. From my understanding, he lobbied Sir Robert rather hard for Amelia’s position.”
“And Amelia was crushed by the outcome, I’m sure,” David said sarcastically to his sister.
Caroline smirked, “Hardly. Now Norwich on the other hand…”
Lord Clairmont said emphatically, “I have seen that man enough in the Lords to understand exactly what you mean, Lady Caroline.”
“And would you account for Lord Norwich’s poor behavior on the account of some personality deficit, or merely the fact that he is a Tory?”
“A combination of both, my lady,” Clairmont assured her, to everyone’s amusement.
“Norwich was always a bit of a prig,” Anthony muttered to Kate.
Miles, eager to give his opinion on the matter, spoke. “I suppose that whole fracas can ultimately be attributed to Her Majesty’s unwillingness to back down rather than the strength of any one political party.”
“But even that is wholly political, Bridgerton,” Clairmont argued. “Did Melbourne not purposely provide the queen with Whig intimates so she could grow close to them and come to rely on them?”
Miles shrugged. “The queen still could have disliked them. It is hardly Melbourne’s fault if they genuinely grew to become her confidantes.”
“And I should think that you would be the last person to complain about such a thing, Clairmont,” Granville pointed out.
Clairmont grinned. “Oh believe me Granville, I’m not complaining.”
“I thought it was rather admirable for the queen to stand her ground on the matter,” Caroline opined. “One forgets that despite all her grand titles, she is still a woman of one-and-twenty who is being advised by men thrice her age.”
Charlotte smiled at her cousin. “I agree. By all accounts, Her Majesty has proven herself to be quite set in her ways, which is rather impressive.”
“Stubborn could be another way to put it,” Miles teased his sister, who pulled a face at him.
Kate stifled a laugh. Despite their ages, her children could reliably be counted upon to torment one another in little ways.
“Was the queen always like that, Caro?” David turned to his sister and asked. “Weren’t you invited to socialize with her some years ago?”
Caroline laughed. “I’m the last person you should ask, David. The Duchess of Kent nearly booted me out of the princess’s twelfth birthday party because I was too high-spirited and steered her daughter clear of me the entire time. Charlotte, on the other hand, was a perfect angel and played dollies with Princess Victoria for a quarter-hour while the rest of us watched enviously.”
“You remember that?” Charlotte asked delightedly. “All I can recall is the duchess staring disapprovingly at the lot of us- that and the cake.” She said in an afterthought, “To be fair, I was only nine.”
“I’ve heard rumors that the Duchess of Kent had some whiggish sympathies,” Lord Clairmont said thoughtfully. “I wonder if the queen showed any such inclinations early on?” He towards Charlotte.
Charlotte laughed, high and bright. “What would you like me to say, my lord? That the Princess Victoria showed some affection towards little Frances Cowper at her birthday party and therefore was converted to our Whig cause for life?”
“Our cause?” Anthony raised his brows towards Kate. “Did our daughter suddenly decide on a political affiliation?”
Kate shrugged, somewhat confused at so partisan a statement coming from her daughter.
Lord Clairmont chuckled, knowing he had been routed by Charlotte, though in a thoroughly charming manner. He grinned at her and said, “I wouldn't put that past Lady Cowper- pardon, Lady Palmerston. I still forget she remarried.”
"You might be the only person in all of England who still makes that mistake, sir," Charlotte told Clairmont dryly, "for the rest of us have been calling her Lady Palmerston for years."
The room roared with laughter at this.
Kate’s jaw dropped at so ribald a joke coming from her daughter- however artfully it was said.
Anthony choked and very badly attempted to stifle his coughing. “Good God!” He spluttered in an undertone. “I ought to go out there and trounce-”
Kate broke in sharply, “-No you will not- For heaven’s sake, show some restraint, Anthony!”
“Restraint?” Anthony repeated belligerently, and then said with a defiant gleam in his eye, “Make me.”
Kate gave him a lethal smile, fairly certain she knew what sort of persuasions her husband was open to, but she would not give him that satisfaction- not yet, at least.
“Oh I have no doubt I can,” Kate smirked. “For example, what if I told you I expect there to be an understanding reached between Charlotte and Lord Clairmont any day now?”
Anthony’s eyes widened to an almost comical extent and he gawped at his wife. “What?” he hissed. “How could you possibly know this?” His gaze flickered between Charlotte and Clairmont, as if were attempting to make out some visible attachment between the two unsuspecting young people.
“Because I am her mother,” Kate said, looking very smug. “And she told me herself, in other words.”
“She never told me,” Anthony said petulantly.
Kate raised her hand to pat his cheek in a conciliatory manner. “My dear, she knows you too well in that you are hardly tact personified.”
“But that Clairmont fellow!” Anthony whispered, glancing back at the man in question. “He’s so… staid.”
“I think she rather likes him for it,” Kate said thoughtfully, watching as Clairmont continued to be rather sweetly solicitous of Charlotte and her opinions.
And then, purely to torment her husband, she said, “Keep your schedule open, Lord Bridgerton. I would not be surprised if the earl comes to call on you shortly, if this little conversation is anything to go by.”
Anthony growled, broke free of Kate’s grasp, and before she could do anything, he strode forward.
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Kate had purchased Charlotte's Elsa costume long back in August, knowing that it would be impossible to find one when it neared Halloween.
However, now that Anthony has decided to dress up as Anna to accompany their precious five-year-old, she had to find the costume for her husband less than nine days before Halloween.
She had thought that it was sweet of her husband to agree to dress up as a princess from a Disney movie and she did show her appreciation of his thought after they retired to bed that evening.
But by the end of next day, after rummaging through the nooks and corners of the internet, she decided that finding a Princess Anna costume to fit her 38-year-old husband was practically impossible.
She had to somehow find a costume, or she will go all out and make one if she had to, because the last thing that she wanted was to disappoint Charlotte. She remembered the excited look on her daughter's face and how much she was looking forward to dressing up as Elsa with her Papa.
Kate had somehow managed to find a large black top and green frock. She was not a professional by any means with needle and thread but altering and adjustments she can manage.
After endless hours of trial and error, sweat, blood and tears, she inspected her work and was satisfied with the results.
She dragged a sleepy Anthony to try on the dress and he silently obeyed his wife's command and did a twirl.
"Oh my! Look at me. I'm so pretty!" Anthony fluttered her eyelashes at her, and she burst out laughing.
When Kate recovered, she inspected him up and down, "Hmm. Not bad, Anthony or should I say Anna?"
Anthony bowed dramatically, "It's Princess Anna!"
Kate bit her lips to stop laughing again.
"Well, Princess Anna, aren't you going to shave your beard and mustache before Halloween?" She asked him, raising her eyebrows.
Anthony gasped, his hands flying to his beard, covering them as if to protect them.
"Kate! How could you?" He looked affronted.
"Princesses don't generally have beards and mustaches, husband, not saying they can't have. But Princess Anna definitely doesn't have a beard and mustache."
Anthony raised his hands. "Okay. First of all, you know how precious my beard is. Second, I remember you, my wife, enjoying them particularly many a time. Three, like you said, there's no rule that Princesses can't have beard and/or mustache."
Kate chuckled, her cheeks flushed, "All valid points. I will admit that I am partial towards that beard, darling."
Anthony opened his arms, "See? I knew it. And if it's any consolation, I can be Princess Anthony."
"Alright. That won't be necessary. We'll stick with Princess Anna." And then after a split second, she added, "At least in that dress."
Anthony winked at her, "I am open to modeling new clothes, Mrs. Bridgerton."
Kate rolled her eyes before leaning and kissing him passionately.
"We'll see, Mr. Bridgerton." She whispered against his lips.
It was chaos in the house on the day of Halloween. Edmund and Miles at eleven and thirteen were dressed up as Iron Man and Captain America.
They were waiting, impatiently, for Charlotte to come downstairs because Kate had given them a warning if they didn't, there will be dire consequences.
After what felt like hours to Ed and Miles, Charlotte came downstairs in a blue and silver dress. Her hair was braided, cheeks dusted with light pink blush and her tiny lips painted with pink lipstick.
The boys clapped loudly, cheering for their little sister.
"Oh, sweetheart. You look so pretty." Kate went and hugged Charlotte.
"Thank you, Amma. Do you like my make-up? I did it myself." She looked proud.
Kate nodded, smiling widely. "I love your make-up. Did Papa braid your hair?"
Charlotte nodded.
The cheers and claps of the boys died down as they took in their Papa, descending the stairs. The two looked at him, wide-eyed, mouths hanging open identically.
Anthony was wearing a dress, his chest hair was visible at the top, highlighted by the sweetheart neckline of the black top. The bottle green frock of the dress bellowed around him, but it fell short above his ankle. Yet, the highlight of the entire look was his face.
His beard and mustache were styled with gel, and it would have looked dashing were it not for the matching pink lipstick on his lips. His had also taken time to do his eyes. Kate was impressed with the wings he drew but the green eyeshadow kind of ruined the effect, clashing horribly with the pink lipstick.
Kate observed her boys' reaction to their Papa's look and bit her lips hard to stop herself from bursting out in laughter.
"Papa looks pretty, doesn't he?" Charlotte asked, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Yes, he does look extremely pretty."
Charlotte smiled widely, "I applied lipstick for him and the eyeshadows."
"It looks great, sweetheart." Kate spoke, prompting Anthony to twirl.
"My daughter is a professional." Anthony spoke and held his hand out to Charlotte.
"Shall we go, Princess?"
"Yes, Papa."
Ed looked at them, in alarm, "Papa, you're not going out with Charlotte, are you?"
Anthony looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched, "Of course, I am going with Charlotte. Why else would I dress up?"
"But you're wearing a dress." Ed protested and Miles nodded his head in agreement, beside him.
"And?"
"But you're a boy." Miles piped in.
"So?" Anthony asked, raising his eyebrows, staring at his boys.
"Boys don't wear dresses." Miles looked at him, affronted.
"Yes, only girls wear dresses." Edmund added, looking irritated.
"Where does it say that? I didn't know there was a rule." Anthony stared at them, and they looked at Kate for support only to be met with a steely stare.
The two of them exchanged glances and shuffled on their feet.
"But-"
"No. Listen to me when I say this. There aren't any rules that 'only boys are allowed to do this' or 'only girls are allowed to do that'. Everyone in this world have the freedom to do whatever they want, dress in whatever clothes they like or be whoever they want as long as they don't hurt another being. Let's stop policing everything, shall we?"
Ed and Miles nodded.
Anthony clapped his hands, smiling widely, "Now let me look at my boys. Ooh, wicked Iron Man and Captain America costumes."
Kate went and hugged them. She felt bad to see their small faces, but it was necessary that the boys grow up learning the right things.
She took her phone out, "Now, photo time everyone! Say cheese!"
"CHEESE!!"
Inspiration for bearded!Anna (bearded!Anthony) from @greenlightbulb-s comment on Part 1
