Okie, obviously, this isn't set as real life, just humor me. I don't own
the LM characters yadda, yadda, yadda.. this is my own idea though so if
someone has written a similar one, Im sorry! I didn't know! Please review!!
Thankies!
As she lay in their newly restuffed bed, she knew that she was lucky. Just one glance at his sleeping form was all that she needed to realize how good life was. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him in such a peaceful state. His body was perfectly still aside from his strong chest that was slowly moving in and out with every breath. His jet-black hair was in such disarray that she couldn't help but reach out to tuck a loose strand back behind his ear.
Who knew? Two years ago, she had no idea how perfect her life would become. She thought that her life was over the day that she reached the proper age to marry, never liking the idea of prearranged marriages and such. To make things worse, it seemed that all of her friends ended up with men that were old enough to be their fathers. A few of them were practically old enough to be their grandfathers even! That was what she was expecting. Not a whole lot to look foreword to there.
But her parents had surprised her. One day, when she had gotten home from working the field, there was a young man that was sitting patiently at the table.
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~
"Elizabeth?" he called, standing up to greet her. "Is that you? Oh it must be, you look exactly as your father described you! Elizabeth, come here, sit down! It is so good to finally meet you!"
"Same here," she said hesitantly. She had never seen or heard of this person before in her life. And what was with the whole 'your father described you' thing?
"Oh!" he exclaimed, smacking his open palm against his forehead, "I'm so stupid! I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is David Gordon, most people call me 'Gordo' though." He said this all with an overly cheerful smile.
"Hi.... Gordo.." Elizabeth said awkwardly, stumbling over his name, and slowly inched towards the table.
At that moment, her father came through the door.
"Ill be right back!" Elizabeth quickly said to her guest and rushed to her father, hoping for an explanation.
"Dad?" she asked cautiously, "Who is that Gordo dude? Why does he know all about me? Why don't I know who he is? What is going on?"
"First of all," her father started, pausing to clear his throat playfully, "that 'Gordo dude' is our guest, and you will treat him with the respect that he deserves. Second of all, he knows all about you because I told him everything that he wanted to know. I didn't tell you about him in case if our deal didn't fall through. And what is going on?" he paused once again, a small smile playing on his lips. His silent torture reminded her of a childhood chant that her and her friends used to repeat when teasing one another. It had started by saying, "I know something you don't know! I know something you don't know!" this was defiantly the case now.
"What's going on?" he repeated yet again, making his daughter squirm with impatience. "What's going on is that man has asked for your hand in marriage. Your mother and I have given him permission. If all goes as planned, you'll be leaving with him by the end of next week."
"Next week?" she exclaimed, a little louder then intended, and received a very stern look from her father.
"Yes, next week. We have honored your wishes by finding you someone that is your own age, now you have to go along with your part of the bargain." He said the last part quietly, like it was some sort of a secret. "Now go back to him, it was very rude to just leave him there like that. You can't just rush off whenever you please like you did once you are married!"
Wow! 'Once you are married,' his words played over and over in Elizabeth's mind. Was she even ready for such a thing?
~*~*~*~End of flashback~*~*~*~
She was scared stiff at the thought then. But now, looking back upon it, she knew that there was nothing to be afraid of. She couldn't help but smile. She wanted nothing more then to lie there and watch Gordo sleep, but she couldn't. There were animals to feed, eggs to collect, plants to water and breakfast to make, this was not the time to be lying around.
Groaning as she rolled out of bed, she quickly got dressed, put her hair up and started her morning chores.
As she lay in their newly restuffed bed, she knew that she was lucky. Just one glance at his sleeping form was all that she needed to realize how good life was. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him in such a peaceful state. His body was perfectly still aside from his strong chest that was slowly moving in and out with every breath. His jet-black hair was in such disarray that she couldn't help but reach out to tuck a loose strand back behind his ear.
Who knew? Two years ago, she had no idea how perfect her life would become. She thought that her life was over the day that she reached the proper age to marry, never liking the idea of prearranged marriages and such. To make things worse, it seemed that all of her friends ended up with men that were old enough to be their fathers. A few of them were practically old enough to be their grandfathers even! That was what she was expecting. Not a whole lot to look foreword to there.
But her parents had surprised her. One day, when she had gotten home from working the field, there was a young man that was sitting patiently at the table.
~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~
"Elizabeth?" he called, standing up to greet her. "Is that you? Oh it must be, you look exactly as your father described you! Elizabeth, come here, sit down! It is so good to finally meet you!"
"Same here," she said hesitantly. She had never seen or heard of this person before in her life. And what was with the whole 'your father described you' thing?
"Oh!" he exclaimed, smacking his open palm against his forehead, "I'm so stupid! I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is David Gordon, most people call me 'Gordo' though." He said this all with an overly cheerful smile.
"Hi.... Gordo.." Elizabeth said awkwardly, stumbling over his name, and slowly inched towards the table.
At that moment, her father came through the door.
"Ill be right back!" Elizabeth quickly said to her guest and rushed to her father, hoping for an explanation.
"Dad?" she asked cautiously, "Who is that Gordo dude? Why does he know all about me? Why don't I know who he is? What is going on?"
"First of all," her father started, pausing to clear his throat playfully, "that 'Gordo dude' is our guest, and you will treat him with the respect that he deserves. Second of all, he knows all about you because I told him everything that he wanted to know. I didn't tell you about him in case if our deal didn't fall through. And what is going on?" he paused once again, a small smile playing on his lips. His silent torture reminded her of a childhood chant that her and her friends used to repeat when teasing one another. It had started by saying, "I know something you don't know! I know something you don't know!" this was defiantly the case now.
"What's going on?" he repeated yet again, making his daughter squirm with impatience. "What's going on is that man has asked for your hand in marriage. Your mother and I have given him permission. If all goes as planned, you'll be leaving with him by the end of next week."
"Next week?" she exclaimed, a little louder then intended, and received a very stern look from her father.
"Yes, next week. We have honored your wishes by finding you someone that is your own age, now you have to go along with your part of the bargain." He said the last part quietly, like it was some sort of a secret. "Now go back to him, it was very rude to just leave him there like that. You can't just rush off whenever you please like you did once you are married!"
Wow! 'Once you are married,' his words played over and over in Elizabeth's mind. Was she even ready for such a thing?
~*~*~*~End of flashback~*~*~*~
She was scared stiff at the thought then. But now, looking back upon it, she knew that there was nothing to be afraid of. She couldn't help but smile. She wanted nothing more then to lie there and watch Gordo sleep, but she couldn't. There were animals to feed, eggs to collect, plants to water and breakfast to make, this was not the time to be lying around.
Groaning as she rolled out of bed, she quickly got dressed, put her hair up and started her morning chores.