My first ever Emma Fic, I don't have a beta nor do I I ever excel at proof reading, so I rely mostly on spell check and grammar check which doesn't always do the trick! So sorry in advance!
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Hope you all enjoy it!
George Knightley was oddly to excited as he packed for his spring term break. He was Seventeen(newly but that made no difference) years old he shouldn't be this excited over a week home. He tied his bag hurriedly and threw it over his back.
"You're off in a hurry!" William said laughing at his bunk mate. "You think it was your own sibling, not a neighbours daughter."
"Oh sod off William, their family friends and I wish to see my family as well!" George throwing a pillow at his friend. "I'll see you at the new term!" he heard William laughing at him as he raced out the door.
George saddled his horse quickly getting ready for the day journey back to Donwell. A ride he has been riding since the start Oxford, and grew fond of it over his time spent going back and forth. He never understood why some boys preferred carriages and coaches, surrey's or barouches. He rather simply ride in the open air rain or sleet it didn't matter. He had a canteen full of water, and bread and cheese that he picked up from the mess the night before. With a good lecture from the cook to be safe and be good.
He made good time, he wasn't to worried. Though his excitement made him want to urge. He wandered what the baby Woodhouse would look like. What was her name? His mother never written it. John his younger brother often went over to see the eldest Isabella who was only 7 while his brother 10 the nearest playmate for the two. As Mr. Woodhouse didn't trust Isabella to play with children from the village most times for who knows what she may catch and so on. So John made it his delight to keep the young child occupied. Shaking his through his thoughts he stopped to give his horse some water and a break as he ate his lunch and drank thirstily.
"Pa! Mother!, I see him!" Young John Knightley yelled from the window.
Mr. Knightley looked up from the book he was reading, then looked at his wife. "Well my dear it seems to be our eldest has arrived."
"So it seems." Mrs. Knightley said with a slight merry smile at the antics of their youngest who was already running down the halls to meet his older brother. "Shall we go down as well George? And make sure you namesake isn't starved and hasn't gotten into much trouble at university?"
George Knightley. Sr, laughed. "I believe he is just doing fine Beloved."
George grinned as he saw his family. His father a great man of business as well as fairness. Was titled a wonder landlord and employer who treated everyone equally and fairly. At forty-something he was still robust and tall with slightly graying hair and sparkling brown eyes. At his side was his petite mother who look fragile as ever. Her Blonde hair was curly over and swept up in a fashion he didn't want to know how long it took. She had sparkling blue eyes and lovely smile, she was the best mother a boy could ask for as he grew up.
"You should see her George! I never saw a child so tiny! Mama says babies are always small and she has the little tiny curls already and Mrs. Woodhouse let me hold her!" John told his brother rambling on.
"John! Give you brother some breathing room, and go wash up for dinner." Mrs. Knightly chided her younger son softly though laughed as he raced up the stairs.
"Seems not even a two months old and seems the baby Woodhouse already has a suitor." George laughed.
He learned the next afternoon the child was called Emma. In honour of a close family friend.
"What are you studying away at the school of yours." Mr. Woodhouse said from his spot by the fire.
"Religion, politics and business. Social Science's sir." George told him as Mrs. Woodhouse gave him a cup of tea.
"Little Emma should awake soon enough," Mrs. Woodhouse told him. "So I'm afraid you'll have to bear without company. The children seem to be running around somewhere."
George smiled it felt odd to be considered an adult now. But then again of ten and seven and in university it was understandable to be considered an adult even a gentleman now.
It was odd the first time he felt Baby Emma in his arms. Covered in her white and pink blanket and white lace cap and gown. She starred up at him with big baby blue eyes he hoped that would stay blue over time.
"I do believe George that young Emma is taken for you." Mrs. Woodhouse told him as she sat near him looking over her daughter.
"She doesn't even know me." George said after a moment.
"Well she will soon enough once your done with school and come back to take over Donwell." Mr. Woodhouse told him. "She does seem content though." Mr. Woodhouse said as Emma tried to grab George's watch on his coat.
"No, no little one no chewing."George said chuckling as he tried to get it out of her reach.
"She does enjoy shiny things." Mr. Woodhouse told him. "I myself learned to keep watch and other hazards away from her. Who really knew what a child would go after. I'm ready in my right mind to lock up everything harmful."
George laughed. "You have an empty house then sir."
"I suppose but can never be to safe, with a child about." Mr. Woodhouse told him as he fretted about. "You'll find that out soon enough."
George looked up at the elder gentleman. He never once thought of marriage, he always figured at one point in his life he would be. But he never thought of how or when he would. "I think that is a while to come." he told Mr. Woodhouse truthfully.
"We had the Weston's over early this week, had there charming boy Frank with them. He will have loads of ladies after him one day, I dare say even Little Emma was taken with him, played peek a boo for almost half past to an hour." Mr. Woodhouse said rambling on.
George looked down at the child in his arms. He felt an odd surge of protection was it? When he thought of men someday trying to court this child who would hopefully turn into an accomplished Lady.
It was over the next fortnight it seemed to George he constantly over at Hartfield with his arms full with his precious Emma. One night before his departure they managed to persuade the Woodhouses to come to Donwell for dinner, baby Emma and all. With a promised fire and accommodations should the weather turn for the worst.
"My dear Emma you won't recognize me the next time you shall see me, but I will you. "George told her softly to the sleeping infant "I hope you grow up into a fine young lady with impeccable manners and lovely skills at piano forte, and of course reading. Maybe someday I'll teach you some languages."
"George, I believe the Woodhouses need their daughter back." Mrs. Knightley told her son with a small laugh.
"Alright." George told her and smiled."Well my Dear Emma this is fare well." He told her with a slight kiss on the infant's forehead before passing her to her mother. And watched them leave before going to his own room.
"My Dear Emily." Mr. Knightley said looking at his wife. "I do believe, little Miss. Woodhouse has our son wrapped around her tiny fingers." He said as he escorted her up to her room.
Well I hoped you all like that little piece. I don't know where it came from. But that my take on how Mr. Knightley met his Emma.
I called him George since it was easier to differentiate characters.
I made Mr. Knightley Mother still alive and well. Mrs. Knightley, also with the given name Emily. I know I'm evil. It went with this old saying Men picked there wives after the mother. Not always true, but it seems to fit for some reason. So made Mrs. Knightley, blonde, blue eyed and an Emily in the notion that The Woodhouses, and Knightley were good friends, and named there daughter Emma after her for some reason I do not know lol. So tell me what you think!
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