Hi folks!

I have babies on the mind for obvious reasons... my little one was born this week 2 weeks early but he's happy and healthy and we're relaxing at home now... hence no regular update.

This was a fun little one I did based on what if Anne and Gilbert knew each other from being very little. Again a one where Bertha and Walter lives because I couldn't see another way of Anne being there inside my mind but they play less of a part in this I guess then in my drawing parallels story. It isn't a continuous story more snap shots of their life I guess... I haven't completed it as such but there has to be parallels... hope you enjoy!

"The new school teacher and his wife is moving into the old Gibson place." Mr John Blythe informed his wife.

"that'll make them our nearest neighbours... well next to your sister." Mrs Blythe smiled while feeding her son.

"emmm that's right, Mrs Shirley is pregnant too."

"oh a little playmate for Gilbert!" She exclaimed. "oh I love our home but it is out of the way of the other folks in avonlea. Even Orchards Slope is a little far."

He laughed "it could be a girl you know." John smiled.

"oh it doesn't matter while they are little... girl company is better then no company. Especially while they are little." She sighed "when it's old enough to matter he'll be able to go places himself anyway."

John smiled "she'll be two years younger then Gilbert but I don't suppose that will matter."

" it'll be tough being pregnant and fixing up the Gibson place." Mrs Blythe thought out loud. "Maybe we can go over and help."

"Hello Mrs Shirley, I'm Mrs Blythe we live over on Blythe farm." She introduced herself upon Mrs Shirley opening the door. She found a very young lady with long blond hair and big grey eyes open the door.

"I'm Bertha." Mrs Shirley introduced herself. "oh please call me Bertha I get terribly confused still when people call me Mrs Shirley." She explained. "and who is this little man?" She asked looking to Gilbert who was worming his way through his mother's arms.

"I ill!" He said.

"this is Gilbert he's my son."

Bertha laughed sweetly. "well hello Gilbert, aren't you a handsome little fella." She said cooing over him. She looked to Mrs Blythe "he'll have all the girls at his beacon call."

Mrs Blythe smiled. "I always think so, bit he's a little imp sometimes always in some mischief." In the other arm Mrs Blythe had a pie in her hands "oh this is for you and your husband." She said rocking her arm out with the pie in it. "Its chicken and vegetable ." She said to her.

"thank you." Bertha said quietly. "everyone is so kind, won't you come in? I'll introduce you to my husband."

"thank you that's kind are you sure we aren't intruding?"

"nonsense no!" Bertha said quickly. Beckoning them in.

" you're from Nova Scotia yes?" Mrs Blythe asked them. "what brings you out to Prince Edward Island?" She asked.

"well when the board administrator rejected Walter's application for a renewed contract at the school in Bolingbroke we really had to look and fast for another teaching job for Walter, PEI wasn't far and paid good money for a small school, and I couldn't resist your countryside... well I don't think we had any choice when the board accepted him. His own school too, we can take care of us and our little one and this house it's old but is will be perfect for the three of us."

Mrs Blythe smiled. She knew now she would like this girl... even if she was almost young enough to be her own daughter. "it'll be nice to have some neighbours out here. We don't have many."

Bertha looked to Gilbert who had stopped quite suddenly and still looking at her. "what's wrong Gilbert?" She asked the toddler.

He walked to her and poked to her tummy which was rounded.

"Gilbert!" Mrs Blythe exclaimed blushing.

"no its okay." Bertha laughed.

"wat dat?" He asked her.

Bertha took his hand and put it gently on her tummy. "baby growing in my tummy." Gilbert's lips pressed as if he were thinking on the information. "when you were small you were in your mamas tummy too."

Gilbert laughed in disbelief. "baba?" He iterated again keeping his hand over the bump.

"baba." Bertha smiled.

"Gilbert you really shouldn't..." Mrs Blythe tried then looked to her son who had a look on his face she had never seen before. What was that expression.

"Its okay, he's only little." Bertha smiled. "I don't mind."