Edith adored the way Bertie always took his hat off before he kissed her.
He was such a gentleman. Even if he had a suitcase in each hand he wouldn't dream of kissing her with his hat on. He put one suitcase down, took his hat off, kissed her.
Edith wondered if all men of Bertie's generation were like this. She didn't know. Michael Gregson had never liked to kiss her in places where other people could see them. The few times she had asked him he had been very reluctant. So she guessed he had never had his hat on to begin with. Besides - he was almost twenty years older than Bertie and definitely belonged to another generation.
Bertie didn't care at all if anyone saw him kissing Edith. He was just proud of being allowed to do it. If he wanted to kiss her he just did.
He had even begged her for a kiss in front of their parents, when he was afraid he would otherwise have had to go to bed without one.
And now they were married. She was more happy than she would think she would ever be. They were sitting in the back of the car, it was just seconds left of 1925, and she hoped he would kiss her now.
He had his hat on, it was in the middle of winter and rather cold in the car. He took her hand and smiled at her. She wondered if he would, for once, forget about his hat. But no - of course - he took his hat off. And smiled at her even more.
With a smile she leaned closer to her wonderful husband as they gave each other their very last kiss of 1925.
Or was it their first one of 1926? With many more to come.
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Bertie always takes his hat off before kissing Edith. And, like Edith in my story, I find it rather sweet.
