Some Sunny Day
Last Christmas she gave him her heart only for him, to announce that he couldn't leave his forced sweetheart.
"I made a promise. I have to honour it." He had said with tears in his eyes. She remembers how reached for her, in his officer's uniform the world calling him away.
How she flinched as if he had seared her heart. Hugging herself tightly the dark maroon coat that she had spent the last of her rations on shielding Mary-Margaret from the cold as they stood on the platform.
"And everything you said to me." Her voice had threatened to break with remembrance, all those stolen glances, the walks to the Toll Bridge, falling head first in love in the midst of the summer breeze.
"Was true!" He had promised; conviction in those pure, ice blue irises. "Mary-Margaret, it's so, so true and that's what scares me."
"Loving me scares you?" She had asked in a harsh whisper aware of the people saying goodbye to their loved ones. Husbands, fathers, sons all called away to fight a bully who thought he was better than everyone else.
"No," David had breathed chest rising slowly at the next words. "Oh my darling no."
"Losing you does."
But, you can't lose what you never truly had Mary-Margaret surmises, fingers curling around a warm drink. The cocoa burns in her throat after taking a sip to soon, a lot like her and David.
They had fallen at the wrong time. Another world, another life, it was just bad timing.
The war had raged and raged on and on for what seemed like an eternity. Peter, Graham even the young mechanic Billy were now immortalised for all to see. A tear slips at least, he wasn't among them. At least, she has that.
She listens to the wireless, Vera Lynn serenading her ears.
We'll meet again. Don't know where, don't know when….
And wonders if that sunny day will ever come.
He couldn't marry her, Kathryn, told her so in a letter he had begun writing the moment the train rolled away and he watched as the love of his life walked away in tears.
They had been friends, thrown together by his interfering step-father who only had eyes for her father's money.
And then, Mary-Margaret. Mary-Margaret with her sweet smile, kind heart and fearlessness he was bewitched from the first moment.
"Aren't you a real Prince Charming?" She had smiled when he had stopped her from slipping on that blessed hospital floor. A volunteer he had encountered on his way back from medical checks.
"Does that make you my Snow White?" He had asked, as she chuckled wrong princess she had noted. No, definitely Snow White that soft skin, pure pink lips, coated in the slightest amount of blood red lipstick and hair, curls as black and wild as ebony.
"We'll see."
She had straightened herself up and pulled away from his accidental embrace.
"Goodbye Prince Charming."
"Wait- I don't even know-"
She had turned and smiled so brilliantly, he was convinced he would still have the image seared in his mind til he was a hundred and two.
"E- Eva."
Her mother's name. She'd given him her mother's name in all the haste and adrenaline of it all. Like an idiot.
But, he still found her and in their local town no less, Mary-Margaret Blanchard a school teacher, unmarried, no children (though, she had always wanted them) and loved by all who met her.
"Hello again."
"Ah. He- hello." She stammered stunned at the sight of him, never expecting to see him again and certainly not in her classroom.
"How did you?"
"Find you? You know it's surprisingly easy to find a princess in a small town." He laughed, even though, he had to beg, borrow and steal to learn all he had.
"I don't doubt it." She chuckled finally finding it appropriate to make the short journey from her desk to where he stood.
"I'm David. David Nolan."
"It's nice to meet you David but, I believe I owe you an apology."
"You do?"
"Yes," The teacher chewed biting her lip nervously but, meeting his unwavering gaze. "I do."
The image of her in a wedding dress had briefly passed through his mind before she continued. "Eva- Eva was my mother's name. I don't know why I. I don't know why."
"It's alright." He stroked away a tear as she exhaled at the touch and then he kissed her.
Soft, slow self-assured he never kissed Kathryn on anything but, the cheek as she said it was like kissing her brother but, this this was different.
Magic.
If only it hadn't taken him so long to realise it.
What was he even doing outside her door at this hour? For God's sake she could be married with someone else's baby growing inside of her. The thought makes him shudder, no she wouldn't do that.
She loved him too much.
Though, he wouldn't blame her.
And why shouldn't she be happy? God this was a mess.
A loud, persistent knock wakes her from her sleep.
"I'm coming."
The knock continues in ferocity as she scrambles in her nightdress, padding swiftly towards the door hoping against hope that it isn't a general coming to inform her somehow that they were wrong.
That David was dead. It had happened to at least three people within the last few days.
The thought made her want to wretch even as she unlatched the door and saw an officer standing right in front of her.
Hers.
A light sprinkling of snow dusting his blonde hair. He was older, a small amount of stubble adorning his face.
Tears brimmed both their eyes. "David."
"Mary-Margaret," He exclaimed in sweet relief, he never thought he'd see her again. Never hold her in his arms until, the morning light or kiss those lips that tasted of cinnamon and powdered chocolate.
"First of all, I want to say. I'm sorry for being-" His voice broke with crying "a complete and utter fool."
She took in his words and extended a hand ushering him in from the harsh winter. Bolting the door she tried to distract herself from her vastly beating heart but, it was useless as the flow of his words continued.
"Yes." Mary-Margaret agreed backing herself up against the door so as to listen. "No one's arguing that."
"I deserve that."
"You absolute son of bitch! And just so you know, your mother told me to call you that after you broke your engagement and never wrote!"
"I WROTE! Every day! Every single day after my letters to mother. But, I couldn't how could I send them?"
"How could I after what I'd done."
"What you'd done?" She gasped darkly. "We fell in love, it's hardly a crime."
"I know that." Steadying his breath to calm himself. "Then, why did you treat it that way David?"
"Believe me." He swears, placing his arms around her which, she surprisingly, doesn't fight. "When I say you are the best thing that ever happened to me."
"I love you. I miss you and I hope you'll forgive me for this."
"For wha-Mmm." She squeaks as she feels his lips press against her own. It is a foreign feeling having gone without it for so long. Mary-Margaret stills and then kisses back wrapping herself around him as he lifts her up. He peppers warm, heated kisses all over her face her neck, walking them over to the couch barely breaking.
"You sneaky- GOD!" Mary-Margaret exclaims into the crook of his neck as he lowers her down into the couch.
"Don't you dare stop." Mary-Margaret says stroking his face tenderly. "Wasn't planning to."
"But, there is something I would like to ask you first."
"Charming." He feels her hair with his fingers and stops just for a moment. To retrieve his mother's ring and loop it on her finger placing a lingering kiss on the back of her hand.
"I have wasted SO much time."
"I don't want to waste it anymore."
"David."
"Mary-Margaret Blanchard, will you do me- the greatest honour in becoming my wife?"
For the briefest of moments, she cannot speak she just cries.
"Yes, YES GOD YES!" The teacher says kissing him over and over until, her lips are all but numb.
He laughs and deepens the kiss and then the rest of the night is theirs.
She wakes up to feel him kissing her lips. Tugging and pulling lightly as the dawn breaks and the sunlight warms their skin.
"Mm. Good morning." She says, when their lips part rubbing the crowns of their noses together.
"Good morning my darling."
Mary-Margaret sighs, happily butterflies of pleasure dancing in her stomach.
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you?"
"Not yet." She pecks his hand. "I love you."
"I love you."
He feels her shoulders and pulls the quilt over them remarking that he will get them a bigger bed once they're married.
"Really?"
"And the house, we'd have to get a bigger house if we're going to fill it with babies."
"Ha. How many children do you want?"
"As many as you."
"So as many as possible then."
"Miss Blanchard, you are full of surprises."
"Oh you have no idea."
Review? I don't know if I should continue.