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Summary: What if Anne accepted Gilbert's first proposal at Redmond? What if she didn't go to Kingsport and spent the three years teaching at Avonlea? This is how Anne and Gilbert stay with each other and also follows through Davy and Dora's growing up. A/N: This is mainly told as an Anne story since Gilbert will be at medical school. But he'll be in some chapters!. She's 22 right now. I decided to make Davy and Dora a little younger since Davy's naughtier, so they're 8.

Chapter One: The New Avonlea Schoolma'am

"Do you really want to stay teaching in Avonlea?" Gilbert looks over at me. "I mean, not that it's a bad place, but you've been offered a position in Kingsport. That's closer to Vancouver. You'll be closer to me."

"I know," Anne said, laying back, "but you're still coming home for the holidays. Besides, I want to stay here. Jane's going west, and the school trustees have already accepted me. And I want to teach Davy and Dora here. I hear that many of my old pupils are still here and I think I ought to stay with them."

"Is Paul Irving still schooling here?"

"Yes. Miss Lavender and Mr. Irving are living in Echo Lodge, but during the school semesters Paul will live with his grandmother. Miss Lavender said that if Jane would've continued to teach, she would've sent Paul to the Carmody school, but now that I'm teaching, it was an unanimous decision to send him here. I must say I'm glad."

"So they are back from the States," Gilbert confirms. Anne nods. "Is Charlotta the Fourth still with them?"

Anne hesitated. "I really don't know… Miss Lavender and Paul mentioned in some of their letters that Charlotta had a beau. I don't know if she still does but she may have stayed back in the States. Or maybe she brought her beau back here."

"Are you going over to see then soon, Anne-girl?" Gilbert leans his back against the Snow Queen, Anne's head on his shoulder.

"Of course. You may come with me, but I assume you'll be over in Vancouver by then." She said, somewhat sadly.

Gilbert sighs. "I suppose. I'm heading over there next week since the new student orientation starts in July. I'll miss you, Anne."

Anne smiled sadly. "Just don't leave me, Gil, and I'll be fine. And write me, too."

"Of course," Gilbert smiled. "Why wouldn't I?"

Anne slowly stood up. "I suppose I must go in. Marilla and Mrs. Rachel need my help with supper. And the twins' are working on their sums. I can promise you Davy hasn't done one yet. Would you like to stay for supper, Gilbert? I know Marilla and Mrs. Lynde won't mind."

Gilbert shook his head. "I wish, Anne-girl, but Mother expects me home. Father needs my help and Mother is clinging onto me for as long as she can before I leave."

Anne smiles, and gives Gilbert a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, then."

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"Oh Anne," Mrs. Lynde noticed her inside first. "Did Gilbert leave already? Bless my soul, how does that young man run so fast?"

"He is merely a young boy, Mrs. Lynde," Anne laughed. "Davy-boy, have you done your sums?"

"No, Anne," Davy said guiltily. "I tried, Anne, honest, I did, but I couldn't figure it out and Dora ain't gonna help me. Say, Anne, you'll help me, right?"

Anne gave in. "Very well, Davy, I will. But you must learn to solve them, alright?"

"I will, Anne, promise," Davy said, putting his chubby hand on his heart. "Say, Anne, Milty Boulter said that Jane Andrews won't be teaching any more. Is that true?"

"Yes …" Anne said slowly.

"Who's gonna teach us, then?" Davy asked. Dora looked up too, interested.

"Well… well, Davy-boy, I suppose it's no use not telling you. I will resume my position as the Avonlea schoolmarm." She smiled at the twins' enthusiasm.

Davy let out a wild Indian cry. "Yes! Oh Anne, you'll teach for more than one year, won't you, Anne?"

"Of course, I'll be teaching for the next three years before I marry Gilbert," she said, stroking the wild yellow curls. "Run along now, Davy, you and Dora go feed the chickens. It's time for supper anyway."

"You do spoil Davy dreadfully, Anne," Marilla could not help but say so reproachfully.

"I can't help it," the latter said. "He's so lovable and though he is naughty, he is sorry."

Mrs. Lynde nods. "For all I can say, I can't believe it but I like Davy better'n Dora."

Anne only smiled, looking out the window at the two children rounding up the chickens, thinking of a day when maybe she'll be looking at her children running around, sitting in her house'o'dreams.