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As coisas lindas mais lindas

Summary:

Penelope finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, unsure of how it happened. As the months pass, she discovers that Colin Bridgerton is the father of her daughter. Now, both face the challenge of learning to be parents while also needing to get to know each other better.

Chapter 1

Notes:

Hi there! This is my first Polin fic, so if there's any critique or suggestion, please feel free to give feedback. I'm open to it. Especially because English isn't my first language, so if you see any errors, please point them out.

It's entirely inspired by Jane the Virgin, so we need to really dive into this plot, okay?

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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Penelope Featherington was only 20 years old when her world turned upside down.

From the moment the nurse placed a small bundle wrapped in a pink blanket in her inexperienced arms, while she lay on the most uncomfortable bed she had ever been in her life.

The young woman looked admiringly at the baby, a girl, she was told. She had a lot of hair, which surprised Penelope. They were as black as coal, completely different from her blonde hair.

And then the child, still unnamed, looked at her, her eyes still had that undefined color of newborns, but she looked at her with such seriousness, and Penelope knew it was irrational, but she felt as if she were communicating with that little being, and for the first time in years she didn't feel alone anymore, and then she knew she would never be able to say goodbye to her.

Her mother, Portia Featherington, a highly famous yet as bankrupt as ever socialite, was hysterical in the small room. Her presence was striking, clad in an ostentatious Louis Vuitton overcoat that starkly contrasted with the simple hospital surroundings. Penelope grimaced as she focused on her mother for the first time. Before being in the room, everything was a blur of pain and confusion, from the moment she woke up in her dorm feeling strange, and the feeling worsened throughout the day until she ended up in the emergency room.

At some point they called Portia, as she was still her emergency contact, and by some miracle her mother showed up, despite having ignored Penelope's existence for as long as she could remember.

"We need adoption papers," Portia said, her hands over her eyes as if the image of Penelope and the newborn were attacking her directly.

Penelope's heart squeezed.

"No," the young woman protested immediately, more of a reaction than a thought, as she hugged the child tighter. It was as if a protective instinct - one she didn't know she had - had taken over her.

"Don't be stupid. You're a silly child who knows nothing about life," Portia spoke angrily and offended by her daughter's disagreement.

"I can't leave her," Penelope cried and protested futilely, knowing that nothing would change her mother's mind.

"You didn't even know this thing existed a few hours ago," Portia narrowed her eyes. "Or did you lie to me, Penelope Anne Featherington?"

"I swear I didn't lie, Mum," the young woman defended herself, she really never thought about the possibility of being pregnant. It wouldn't even make sense, and the whole situation was completely absurd, and Penelope hoped to wake up at any moment. And she and her new friend and current roommate would laugh at the bizarre dream she had.

"I believe the patient needs rest," the nurse interrupted the discussion, noticing the tension in the room, and before Portia could say anything else, and Penelope felt immensely grateful for the woman being there.

Portia's gaze burned with hatred.

"She's not coming to my house, Penelope," her mother declared, pointing at them both before storming out of the room, radiating anger.

Only when the door closed did Penelope allow herself to crumble, enfolding the newborn in her arms. As she gazed upon her daughter's serene face amidst all the chaos, not a whimper escaped her lips. Penelope's tears flowed unchecked, her heart brimming with a love she never knew possible for someone she barely knew

"We'll be you and me against the world," Penelope said devotedly. "I promise you'll always feel loved."

 

 

Notes:

This is a very short prologue, the next chapter is already finished, and I probably won't make any changes, I just need to translate it. I hope you enjoy it.