Chapter Seven: Marriage


The last chapter of my fic - I hope that you all enjoy!! Thanks for the encouragement, dears!


When Mary and Bert arrived at their new home, Bert jumped out of the carriage and helped her out.

"Thank you, Bert," she said, smiling at him.

He took her hand and they walked up the path to their new home. Taking a key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door, and turned back to Mary. She looked up at him adoringly, and he smiled down at her, scooping her up in his arms. She giggled, quite uncharacteristically for her, but he smiled at her.

"I love you, Mary," he said as he carried her over the threshold.

"And I love you, Bert," she replied, kissing him. He pulled back from her and carried her up the stairs to their new bedroom. When they reached the bedroom, he set her down on her feet, and walked to the bed, turning down the covers, before turning back to his wife.

She smiled at him and snapped her fingers, causing their clothes to fall off their bodies. Mary's wedding dress flew into the wardrobe, hanging itself up. Bert's jacket flew into the wardrobe as well, and his pants folded themselves and landed on top of their dresser. Their shoes neatly lined up at the foot of the bed. Mary smiled at him.

"Magic does have its uses, doesn't it?" she asked him, continuing to smile as she stepped closer to him.

He was frozen in place, utterly transfixed by her beauty.

"Bert?" she asked him, concerned. She touched his chest lightly, which brought him out of his trance.

"You're beautiful, Mary," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thank you," she said pertly, and he smiled down at her. "Shall we go to bed?" she asked him, taking his hand. Bert nodded eagerly. With one more snap of her fingers, the curtains in their bedroom closed. He picked her up again and brought her to bed.


The next morning, Bert awoke first, and was able to watch his new bride sleep. Mary was so beautiful normally, but eminently more beautiful like this – her dark hair spread across the pillow, her mouth set in a relaxed smile, a faint hint of colour staining her cheeks. She began to stir, opening her large blue eyes. Her smile grew when she saw Bert watching her.

"Good morning, darling," he whispered, bending down to kiss her lips lightly.

"Good morning, Bert," she replied, smiling softly up at him. He kissed her lips again, and again; unwilling to stop kissing her. She responded willingly, eagerly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her.

"I cannot believe that we are finally married," Mary said once they had broken out of their kiss. "After so many years..."

"Nor can I," he said. "I love you, Mary – I've loved you all my life, and will continue to love you until the day I die."

"But you won't die, Bert," she said, smiling at his look of astonishment. "You became immortal, like me, like Uncle Albert, when we were married."

"Then what about your parents?" he asked her. "Weren't they immortal too?"

"Yes, they were," Mary said. "They are still alive, after all – they just were not suited to being parents. They live in America now; I haven't seen them since I was five years old."

"I'm sorry, Mary," he said, stroking her cheek softly.

"It's quite all right, Bert," she said briskly. "I know that they love me. But Bert..." she trailed off, looking up at him.

"Yes, darling?"

"Do you want children?" she asked him tentatively, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his chest. She did not dare to look up at him, but he slipped his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his.

"Do you?" he asked.

She dropped her eyes, uncharacteristically embarrassed, anxious, and nodded slightly.

"Look at me, Mary," he said, his voice expressionless. She looked up into his eyes, which were filled with joy. She began to smile, and he beamed at her, kissing her repeatedly. "I love you, Mary," he said once again.

"I love you," she replied, and kissed him.


Mary and Bert continued their married life happily, living in perfect harmony together in their little house near where they had grown up. Their first days of marriage passed with them just spending time together – both in bed and out of it – and they made up for the past four years when they were apart. As the years of their marriage passed, Mary continued her nanny work, while Bert continued working odd jobs, just to keep busy while Mary was working. Four years after their marriage, Mary gave birth to their first - and only - child, a girl, who they named Helen Lyndon. When she grew up, she changed her name to Pamela Lyndon Travers, and wrote a best-selling series of books about her mother.

And they all lived happily ever after.