Hey there guys. Sorry that I haven't been updating. My world we rocked in the worst possible way when the person who encouraged me to write shattered my heart by making me question everything, I thought I knew about myself. You are amazing and I'm going to really try to finish this story for you.

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Agnes

Bert walked down the street with a glum look on his face. He was returning from Uncle Albert's for the third time that week, and it was doing nothing to improve his mood. He had promised that he would look after her family while she was away in Edinburgh, but Albert's laughing fits had only gotten worse in the leading up to the second week of the month. Mary's family and the second week of the month were not friends. Topsy and her nine to noon on Wednesday. Arthur and his three to six on Mondays. Fred would always get cranky on Sunday if it wasn't any time after May third, and sadly this Friday was Uncle Albert's birthday which means Bert has no hopes of getting him down till Saturday. Bert ran a hand through his hair and sat down on a nearby bench breathing a heavy sigh.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bert looked up to see a brown-eyed girl with mouse-brown hair staring down at him.

"Wut's it to you?" The girl smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

"I just don't ever like to see a frown," she sits down next to him and Bert begrudgingly makes room, "want to hear a joke?"

"Not really…"

"Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house?"

"Look I…"

"Of course, it can, houses can't jump at all," her brown eyes glitter along with her smile, and Bert can't help but find himself joining her. "See look! There's that smile,"

"It's very kind of you…"

"What is orange and sounds like a parrot?"

"I don't…"

"A carrot," Bert lets out a little bit of a chuckle. The woman's face looks as though it's lost in thought.

"Miss I…"

"What wouldn't you find in a haunted house?" She raises her eyebrow at Bert, and after a few minutes, with a smile spread across his face, Bert replies.

"What?"

"A living room," Bert and the woman maintain eye contact and serious faces until both crack and erupt in laughter. After the pair calm down, Bert brushes away a stray tear from too much laughing.

"Thank you, Miss,"

"Agnes," Bert smiles at Agnes.

"Thank you, Agnes, I needed that,"

"Not a problem. My godson is constantly coming home with new jokes so I need someone to tell them to," Bert looks at the young woman who can't be much older than him, "so what had you so glum...?"

"Bert," Agnes smiles sweetly at him.

"What had you so glum, Bert?"

"I'm taking care of my girl's family while she's away, and let me tell you, the second week is not kind to them,"

"You should have seen it when there were more of them," Bert turns to look at Agnes, who no longer appeared to be his age but an old woman. Bert looked at her with amazement. "I see the magic has worn off. Don't fret, Bert, Mary will be home any moment. I mean, after all, it is the second Tuesday,"

"Wait, what?"

"I'll see you at the party on Saturday since there is no way that we are going to be able to get Albert down any time before that,"

"How…?" Bert's head is still reeling from confusion.

"Oh! Cousin Agnes, what are you doing here?" Bert's head immediately snaps up to the sound of Mary's voice. Her normal clothes were much lighter, in both color and texture, and her hair was down, after all it was the second Tuesday and from eleven to two, Mary didn't have to be the prim and proper nanny. He watches as the two women embrace and Agnes pats Mary's cheek with a smile.

"Just cheering up your beau with jokes that Fred told me the other day," Agnes turns to Bert with a wink.

"How is Fred?"

"He'll be fine, he's sad that it's still April but he'll get over it. It's supposed to be very rainy for the next few months," Agnes looks at her watch, "oh goodness me! I have to be off. Be good, my darling Mary, and be sure not to leave that poor man alone with your family on the second week again if you want to keep him." Agnes smiles and waves at the couple before bustling down the street. Bert watches the retreating figure still trying to figure out what had happened in the last ten minutes.

"Bert?" Bert was jolted from his thoughts that the sound of Mary next to him. "Are you alright?" Bert looked into her blue eyes with a soft smile.

"Of course, I am," He tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "you're here," A smile splits across her face when he places a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Oh Bert," Mary intertwines their fingers and leans into him to place a tender kiss on his lips. Bert forgot how much he loved second Tuesdays from eleven till two.

"Would you like to go for a walk?"

"I would love that," Bert stands and extends his arm for Mary to take, and she gladly accepts it. The two start strolling down the street talking softly.

"So, what is this I hear about a party?"

"Ah," Mary nods, "we are going to celebrate Uncle Albert's birthday on Saturday since his birthday falls on a Friday, and you know…"

"Yes, you've explained,"

"Mother figured it would enjoy it more if he wasn't on the ceiling,"

"She's not wrong," Bert looks around nervously with a hand running over the back of his neck, "am I invited to this party?"

"Of course, you are! You've been invaluable to me for eight years and these last few weeks especially plus Uncle Albert is quite fond of you,"

"Oh," Mary notices as Bert's face returns to a glum expression.

"What is it, Bert?" Mary halts their movement and lets her hand drift down to his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"That's the only reason that I'm going is because Uncle Albert is fond of me?" Mary sighs before looking around, spotting a small alley away from the prying eyes of the street, and pulls him into it.

"He's not the only one," Mary threads her fingers through Bert's thick locks before crushing her lips onto his. Bert smiles into her mouth and cups her face in her hands bringing her closer. Mary separates from Bert, abruptly much to his protest, "plus I think it's about time for you to meet my parents, don't you?"

"I would like that," Bert runs a thumb over her cheekbone. Bert looks at his watch at sees that it's eleven fifty. "It's eleven fifty,"

"Well, we better hurry," Mary quirks a smile, "we only have a little over two hours." Mary smiles and starts off back down the road in the direction of a familiar flat. Bert gets a goofy grin on his face.

"God, I love second Tuesdays." He quickly runs after the mischievous woman of his dreams.

I hope it was worth the wait. This was supposed to be a cute, little lighthearted one! Only 5 ladies left. I've been struggling with Jane's chapter, but I'll figure it out.

Love,

KMA