Okay guys here it is, hope you guys like my threequel, bcuz u guys deserve it!
He saw her cough. It wasn't a cold cough- it was a cough he knew too well.
He lifted her arm and surely enough bumps covered her armpit.
She coughed and wheezed until her breath was lost in the wind and she was gone.
He was in a graveyard now-
there were four tombstones;
R.I.P David Seville; died at war
R.I.P Alvin Seville; plague
R.I.P Theodore Seville; plague
R.I.P Jeanette Miller; plague
... ... ... ... ...
"No, no, no!" Simon yelped in his sleep. Jeanette sat up with a start and looked over to her sleeping husband.
"Not again. . . " she sighed, and shook him from his sleep. Simon sat up his eyes watery, his brow covered with a cold sweat, and his breathing heavy. He looked over to Jeanette and kissed her cheek, saying,
"Thank god it was just a dream!" He smiled and let the tears fall, recounting the horrifying dream.
"Oh, Simon- sweetie," Jeanette said sympathetically, leaned him against her chest, and let him cry.
The dreams had been a reoccurring event- every night it was the same dream. Jeanette knew he hadn't been sleeping well, and feared the fear of the plague would never leave him- They hadn't even gone away when his brothers were healed.
"Thank you, darling." Simon said quietly after he had wiped the last of his tears, "You are too good for me."
"Don't worry dear, I know it isn't in your control. Hey remember tomorrow's Saturday church. And our families are coming over for dinner!" Simon smiled and replied,
"Yes, and we are making it together. This will be our first dinner together with our siblings as fiances. Amazing isn't it?"
"It is!" Jeanette giggled," Remember what our engagement dinner and engagement was like?"
"Oh, who could forget? I was so out of it you had to feed me! And our engagement- purely romantic, me on one knee in a tick infested woods, not knowing that within seconds we'd be balling!"
They laughed together for a bit and finally went back to sleep.
Saturday church was phenomenal, and Simon and Jeanette's dinner matched on the rating scale! Dinner was filled with laughter and memories- faux sour faces and food catapulted from spoons. Then the foreseen, funny, useless, loving and petty battles between Alvin and Brittany.
Simon and Jeanette were cleaning dishes after everyone had left and discussing small matters.
"So what do you think I should have as a base for my next book?" Jeanette asked.
"You know Jean you don't have to write all the time, I know you love it and I love that you love it- but you can feel free to take a break, and look for inspiration." Simon replied and continued to dry the dish he was cleaning. Jeanette thought a moment and then replied,
"I know I can take a break. . . but inspiration isn't something I lack. I was married to my inspiration over a year ago." They smiled at each other and giggled then as if the imaginary light-bulb (that didn't exist yet and wont for a few more centuries, so I guess I should say candle) Excuse me, Candle in Jeanette's mind clicked on or um flickered and formed a little flame (...? oh and by the way read the authors note at the bottom it's important!)
"I could write about us and our childhood! I mean we thought it was serious then but now I think we both know that the two of us taking turns to be the maiden in distress was a bit silly, don't you?" Simon nodded and laughed.
"We were funny kids. no doubt about that! Oh and by the way I found a little lot with enough room for a tiny book store, I'll take you there tomorrow if you want and we can talk to the owner." Jeanette smiled, and imagined the tiny shop they'd own.
"Simon, this is gonna be great!"
Alrighty then listen I know some of you are expecting me to know on the top of my head what's gonna happen. Well, I don't mean to disappoint you but I don't have half a clue- but I've decided that I'd Leave it up to you guys, So Simonettefan and RossLynchLUVR (BTW Simonettefan I love your new catch phrase, ) you guys are probably the only ones who know about this story right now, anyway review and give me your thoughts and Ideas on what should happen- as they in cheesy Italian restaurants in movies "the customer(/reader) knows best!