Introduction:

This story started with the idea... what if somehow Anne got stranded with Gilbert while he's got Typhoid and not only is she realizing her love for him but she's fighting for his life... well, the gossip just started from there. We'll jump in the heads of Anne, Gilbert, and Davy. Now with us jumping back and forth between the characters, each time we change the point of view it's a new chapter so they're shorter chapters, the plan is to post 5 chapters a week Sunday night - Thursday, as I'm writing ahead, with a planned total of 60 chapters at this time. 1/27/2021 I am currently posting Chapter 9, and writing Chapter 24 trying to stay ahead in case of writers block and to tweak the storyline as needed before the chapters are posted.

Additional Note: I forgot to add in the Disclaimer… Usual disclaimer applies. This is for fun, not profit, and characters were created by LM Montgomery and belong to her. We're just playing. The characters are created by LM Montgomery, and are her property... the original characters & storyline are unique to this story are copyright 2021, by Nell Lime.

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— Anne —

Friday June 18th, 10pm

"Girls… Really… I know just the bedtime story for Phil." Stella laughed, as the four of us piled onto Phil's bed. Four dear friends, celebrating Phil's last night as a maiden before she became an old married woman as Mrs. Jonas Blake. She pulled out a bible she'd brought.

"The bible?" Pris asked brushing her shining hair.

"Have you ever read it all? There's a wonderful book for a blushing bride…" She laughed. "Not one they read from often in the pulpit mind you. Though I'm sure Rev Blake has read it."

"The song of songs, which is Solomon's." Stella began in the most school ma'am voice that she could, then laughed and continued as though she was a cat "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better then wine."

Phil sighed. "Quite fitting, for my Jo may not be the most handsome…

"Because of the savor of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee." Stella read as a lover might in a play before Pris grabbed the book.

"Draw me," Pris spoke in an equal matter. "We will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine, the upright love thee."

I laughed, grabbing the bible from Pris continuing, putting as much drama as I could into the lines. "I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon." I fell onto Phil who grabbed the book as we continued, throwing all our dramatics into the verses.

We'd come near the end when Meg Gordon, Phil's cousin burst in on us. "Really! Aunt Gordon is quite upset with the noise of you girls. Sent me to ensure Phil you get your sleep. I'll be moving in here tomorrow with Anne, for Uncle Edward will be coming for the week to consul Aunt Gordon and Mother after the wedding. You do know that, the wedding will be sooner then you think. Why my particular friend who is arriving tomorrow at Aunt Gordon's insistence…"

I jumped up, rushed towards the door, smiling at her as pleasantly as possible. The girl would fit in with any of the Pyes, or Sloans if you were to ask me. "Thank you Meg, and you're quite right." I'd avoided her as much as possible since my arrival four days before, having stayed to return the keys to Patty's Place to Miss Patty. Though unlike the other girls who were leaving after the wedding to join Stella's aunt further west on Nova Scotia, was staying until early Monday to spend a long day on the trains to make it to Avonlea. Leaving me stuck with at the Gordon home, Mount Holly, with Mrs. Gordon and her favorite niece Meg Gordon to hear all about her various special friends. And one who was coming soon after the wedding, though I had not bothered to learn the name yet.

So instead, we'd all settled down, Pris and Stella not willing to brave a night with the kicking Phil whom we'd teased would shock Jo the next night with her nightly kicking, and I as I'd had the three nights before would sleep little for Phil's kicks. I could not resist though, just as we were falling asleep. "So you'll have to tell us Phillipa Gordon soon to be Blake if that book is any sort of model for romance between a man and his beloved wife. Or if it's as I've heard some of the older ladies's whisper when they think I haven't heard, which sounds not the least bit romantic, for I'm determined I shall be an old maid, for it Roy Gardiner my romantic ideal would not do…"

She sighed, smiling. "Anne dearest. You're time will come before you know it! Mark my word, I've got a premonition now. And I should think. Now, with Jo, If I judge by even just his first kiss. For he kissed me first when he proposed, and has quite a few times since. Though nothing shocking and quite chase from what I've heard. Mother told me all about what to expect tomorrow night. I think the Bible a better authority if you ask me. For mother said to just lie there but then I get her indecisiveness from her. And she then gave me contrary advance.

"I wasn't asking about that..." I blushed.

"Why, Anne, I do declare. It shall be sweet, even tomorrow night, not just the kisses from a lover. Mother's given me such lovely night gowns that shall give Jo just the shock. Only I can't decide. So I think I'll wear none. Come to him as Eve did…." Her words trailed off as she fell asleep.

I dozed, but no one can sleep much next to Phil, for all her kicks. We'd been worked hard by Mrs. Gordon all week to prepare the early morning wedding. She'd drilled the schedule into us. It would begin at 8:30am sharp for that was the only time that the mayor of Bolingbrooke, Mrs. Gordon's cousin could come. And fashionable was certainly what the wedding would be.

Dreams did come though. I dreamed of King Solomon coming for his beloved between kicks. I could not think of him like Roy. Tall, dark and handsome and brooding. He'd ruined that idea with the realization of how little my girlhood romantic ideals held up. Instead, he wore a smirk, like he was ready to laugh. I though refused to think of who he might look like.

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I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Next chapter - we'll visit with Gilbert. I'll be trying to stay ahead with the story so I can go back and make changes, and aim to post at least the first 3-5 chapters this week though.