Ever since you had discovered you were pregnant, your husband's obsession with his sweet wife had increased exponentially.

The entire ton had been buzzing with excitement for the past few weeks about the upcoming arrival of the little baby. Anthony was even more overprotective over you than he had been before, constantly fussing around you, making sure you always had what you wanted, and basically waiting on you hand and foot.

He barely left your side, always wanting to be near you, always touching you. He found himself always needing to have some form of physical contact with you, whether it was holding your hand, wrapping his arms around you, or gently rubbing your stomach through your dresses.

He found it difficult to concentrate on anything else, like the day-to-day running of the estate or work in the House. His mind was almost constantly filled with the thought of you, the thought of you carrying their child, his baby, growing inside the belly of his darling wife.

So of course, he wasn't particularly happy at a ball during the height of the marriage season.

"As tacky as the Featherington Ball ever is, you are radiant tonight, my love." Anthony whispers softly into your ear so only you could hear. "Our child is a very lucky Bridgerton to have such a beautiful mother."