The characters are created by LM Montgomery, and are her property... the original characters & storyline are unique to this story are copyright 2021, by Nell Lime.

Author's Note: The point of these scenes is to create "Awkward turtles" such that Anne & Gilbert get totally strained and stressed out because of the tensions of the lust, fear, love… But you may need a cold shower before we get back to the tension so enjoy Davy.

Oz Diva - Yes... poor Anne... And yes... Marilla & Mrs. Lynde would be lecturing her... And exactly what happened... I don't think even Anne knows.

Suzi Scandlari - Um… Yes… Awkward Turtle I doubt Anne will be able to forget that.

TLWtlw - I agree… hilarious line, but poor Anne… Ow.

YodaChick - Yes… At least that's what I would assume would be happening. Not a guy, but I would guess thinking of Aunt Mary Maria would help anyone struggling with lusty thoughts. So those who find Davy not a good enough cold shower. Please dream about Aunt Mary Maria coming to visit.

Anneomine - :( :) Yes… but you spoiled the surprise so shhh… But it'll be clear in a few chapters :D, and now you know why that scene is included… And yes ohh Poor Anne… this was not what she'd imagined her weekend to be like.

— Davy —

Sunday June 20th, 7:30am

Green Gables, Avonlea, PEI

We were eating breakfast, getting ready for Church when I thought of one of my questions. Only to bite my tongue. I'd then slipped up to my room found a stub of a pencil and began a list. One for Anne and another for Gilbert. Once I started to write them the questions began to pour out.

Gilbert.

1. Where'd babies come from?

2. Why'd Frank Bell have to kiss my sister?

3. Why'd I get a cramp in my side if I run too fast?

Anne.

1. Why'd Mrs. Lynde get upset that Mr. West taught us about how orchards grow fruit?

2. Why'd Diana Wright get so fat? Is she stressed out that her mother insisted on what baby to order, and it'll be just like Mini May?

Then I folded both pieces of paper, and stuck them in my pocket for my Sunday suit with the pencil. Maybe I'd get more questions and I didn't dare loose out on my birthday. This year had been a year of amazing birthday parties the fellas have been having. First Milty in February then some of the other fellas, and next would be Frank Bell. Though a year older then us, Milty and I had been quite pleased to be invited. For rumor was he''d be getting a mighty fine birthday gift today when he was in town with his folks visiting his rich uncle in Charlottetown and would share it with us fellas when he'd returned. We'd all been reading adventure novels, and dreaming of our own adventures.

So that's why that morning while we listened to the Minister talk about sin and how it creeps up on us. Well, I just dreamed about me being the hero in some story. Of course I'd swing from the trees, maybe be stranded like Robinson Caruso?

Sunday after church is just a place for Gossip for the ladies, and the men folk. They were busy talking about Diana's new baby coming that she's ordered. And admiring how big her stomach had gotten. So I pulled out my list and wrote on Gilbert's list asking 4. Why'd they admire Diana Wrights stomach and not James Pye's? His is nearly as big.

They'd also talked about Jane Andrews who had returned home that week to prepare for her wedding for the rich man she'd met out west. All the Andrews were going to be coming home in a few weeks, and Mrs. Harmon Andrews was crooning to Frank Bell's Mrs. Thomas Bell that her daughters were now all well settled.

It made me sick. Maybe I'd caught something fishing listening to those older fellas. We had enough weddings. Maybe I could talk Fred Wright into letting Diana move into Green Gables with Anne for the summer and I could stay with him? And we could even write and tell Gilbert to come. We'd even not talk about Anne. Now that would be swell.

So when I saw Fred Wright with a moment alone as all the ladies were cooing over how fat Diana Wright had gotten, I slipped over to join him. I'd seen more of Gilbert over the years, first as Anne's special friend and then Beau and then he just stopped coming over, and coming home period. Not many folks had seen him back in Avonlea in the past two years, rumors were he'd likely rarely ever come back. I'd remembered though the four of them, Gilbert, Anne, Fred and Diana would visit together, often at Green Gables, and then Diana and he'd gotten married the year before after a long engagement.

"I was wondering, now this isn't a question and if Marilla asks, I didn't ask a question. I'm not loosing my birthday party for she said one more question. But one time when Diana and Anne were busy with girl things and let Dora and Minnie May join them. Why you and Gilbert took me fishing on the shore. Think the three of us can do that again this summer? I mean Anne and Diana will be busy with that baby you ordered. I need advice because I mean to plan the best birthday party. All the other fellas have big brothers planning theirs. I hear Frank Bell's brother Ted has a grand party planned for us fellas tomorrow afternoon. We're to meet at Frank Bell's house at two you know, same time as the sewing circle, course we won't stick around. Rumor has it Ted's got something swell planned. Don't know what though. Not even Frank Bell knows what he's got planned..."

"Gilbert isn't coming home." Fred sighed. "But I'll gladly take you fishing Davy any time you like and will help plan your party. But Gilbert isn't coming home, so it'll just be the two of us."

"Well," I shrug. "It'd be best wouldn't it if it was three of us. Who know we might catch the biggest fish ever caught on our shores! I'm writing to Gilbert, because Marilla last night threatened to make Mrs. Lynde explain where babies come from and I told her Gilbert always explains those scientific things to me. I'd write him. So I'll tell him then to come home. You'll both of course be invited to my birthday too."

He just laughed and slapped me on the back. "Let's check the tides and go fishing soon Davy Keith. Then we'll send the photo to Gilbert and show him just what he's missing!"