A/N: I was writing a fic for another fandom and this jumped into my head. I can't finish that fic until I get this out, so it's like a two for one. Haha. I have a limited supply of internet right now, so I didn't get to do the research I would have liked to for this. I'm hoping that when I top up my internet, I'll have time to go back and fill some really accurate details. Ah, and now on with the show.

Summary: There's so much written about the days leading up to the wedding, and how Georg and Maria are getting ready for it. Most focus on the marriage between the two of them, and it occurred to me that Maria didn't just marry Georg, she married seven children as well. And I just wanted to do a little some to acknowledge that, because I feel like Maria would have. Oh and my description or lack their of, of the jewelery store is this: I like to have a less is more/see what you'd like to see approach. I see the shop as say, a small little mom and pop store, with pictures on the wall and the likes. And I also see a bit of thrift store decorations, trinkets. Just something out there, but charming and beautiful. Like our beloved Fraulein.

Of Butterlfy clips and Pocket Watches

"It's this one, right?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He nodded, a soft smile tilting his lips. Her eyes shined bright, and her smile was even brighter. Her excitement was palpable and while he didn't see the necessity of their current activity, he couldn't help but enjoy her happiness.

She tugged at their joined hands and excitedly pulled him through the door.

He knew the reaction she'd have when she entered, that's why he'd picked this shop over all of others in town.

It was around a corner, two streets off the main road. It was far smaller than it's counterparts, but was far more charming than of the others. He'd found it by accident; as he wandered about the city center, exasperated at his inability to find a suitable ring for Maria. The moment he'd walked in, he'd no doubt that he was going to find her ring within its walls.

"However did you find this?" She beamed, eyes meeting and leaving his quickly as she took in the shop.

It was eclectic, if that was the right word. The décor was almost earthy, woodsy, homey even. He couldn't describe it. He could only feel it. And clearly so could Maria.

"Captain von Trapp," The young woman behind the counter greeted, eyes quickly going to Maria. "You must be Maria," She smiled, holing out her hand. "Eleanore Scharter."

Maria's eyes drifted between the woman and Georg, not at all understanding how this woman could possibly know her name.

He shrugged and offered her a sly smile. "Someone may have gotten a bit of an earful while I looked at rings."

Maria laughed. "I hope it was all good things."

"Oh yes," She nodded. "He practically couldn't contain himself once he selected your ring," Her face twisted as she considered why they might have returned. "Is something wrong with the ring? Let me get my father. I..."

"The ring is perfect," Maria replied quickly.

"We're here for the children," Georg told her, moving closer to Maria and the display cases she seemed so fascinated with.

"Oh?" Eleanore inquired. "There were...seven?"

Maria nodded. "Five girls and two boys."

"Maria would like to select something she can give each of them on our wedding day," Georg said with a knowing smile. There was utterly no reason for her to do this. His children adored her and would easily transition from her being their governess to their mother. She insisted however, wanting them to know how grateful she was for each of them. He assumed it was also her way of showing them, that while things would change, the feelings they inspired in one another never would.

"What a lovely idea," Eleanore concluded, "Would you like to give them each something different? The same for all the girls? And something the same for the boys?"

Maria sighed and her eyes went quickly to meet Georg's.

He offered her a playful smile and wrung his hands. "I selected your ring, darling, My job here is done."

Maria looked back at Eleanore, still confused at where to begin. There were sweet and delicately jeweled butterfly clips before her. Pendant necklaces to her right, and silver bracelets to her left. She'd even taken note of a selection of pocket watches near in the case near the door. Where was she to begin?

"Hmm, well perhaps if you tell me a little about each child I can help you make a decision?"

"Yes," Maria nodded. "That would be a great help."

"Alright, lets start with the girls. I think they'll be easier to buy for."

"Alright," She started, "well there's Lisel, she's the oldest..."

To be continued

****S. Scharter is the name under the name of a shop in Do, Ray, Me, montage. So I borrowed it.