Good morning!
So, Delly stole the show... again? Out of cuteness and out of saving the day of the possibility of redheaded Blythes? A couple of things we want to point, because it was a recurrent worry in your comments:
1. Gilbert wouldn't force Anne to have a kid. If Delly hadn't showed up, or if after checking they saw that the risk of pregnancy was real and Anne was distressed, Gilbert would have proposed options so she felt comfortable and go with whatever she wanted. He knows she's not quite there yet even if he is. It's explained somewhere there... He said it to Anne. So there you have.
2. They know the other doesn't have any STD. They quickly went over it before Montreal, remember? And they trust the other's words. Sum to that that Anne has had two (very poor, yes) sexual partners in her life and has kept her medical check ups, and Gilbert has been all but celibate for five years (remember the guy doesn't even have condoms?) and is a doctor... They're safe.
3. Fred and Ella are watering the plants. Petunia and Robert aren't dying.
Now, for today... are you ready? Here's the music: open .dot. spotify
Saturday was a family day in all accord. Starting with a huge brunch, courtesy of Mary's catering business, they packed some snacks and went to a closeby national park. Delly was beyond excited to go to a forest with fairy Anne and Pilbert, and they didn't disappoint. Growing up in the forest of Avonlea did mean they were great at recognizing seemingly insignificant stuff.
Delly insisted on skating again in the late afternoon, and Gilbert was pleased to see how she had interiorized the lessons from the other day and seemed to have improved already. When she went to take a bath, he was feeling much more confident about her managing on her own, and Bash was breathing again after seeing her speeding up and then stopping.
"Hey hey, Anne-girl," Gilbert said as he sat close to her on the back porch sofa later at dusk. "Almost didn't find you, Bash and Mary rarely come to this side.
"Why wouldn't they come here? It has the most perfect view" she asked, turning to him.
"Perfect for you, I guess? They never got around finishing the yard here so Mary calls it a pain for the eyes or something… So, how are you doing?"
"So relaxed," Anne answered, looking at him with a soft smile. "There is nothing that walking around nature can't cure. And there's nothing to finish here."
"You're right, of course," he said, lifting his arm so she could snuggle close to him, which she did willingly. "That image of you in the woods… It blew my mind. Delly's as well, I'm sure."
"You're kidding, Gil."
"I'm not. If she thought before you might be a fairy I'm sure by now she is more than certain. It was like this perfect light between the leaves and how do you even get freaking butterflies to befriend you? I've never even gotten close to one and you had several on you."
"I guess we're kindred spirits?"
"Yeah, of that I'm sure my fairy Anne," Gilbert said, kissing the top of her head as they enjoyed the late evening. The sky was beginning to turn into all sorts of yellows and oranges, the clouds reflecting every colour. "I was just watching you and I couldn't keep a song out of my head. I don't even know where I heard it first. But there you were, in the middle of a forest, looking just like the mythical character I told Delly so many times about."
"What song, Gil? You do know you're too cute for your own good, right?" she said, taking his hand and giving him a kiss on the palm. He caressed her cheek.
"It's called Walking in the Air . From a singer that's called Aurora," he said. He sang softly a couple of verses, Anne feeling warm inside. Not only because of the summer heat. " I'm walking in the air, I'm floating in a moonlit sky… Anyway. I'm so glad I managed to snap a couple of pictures of you before Delly went running and scared all the poor animals."
"She only wanted to greet them!" Anne laughed, remembering how all the butterflies had all but disappeared in a matter of seconds.
"Yes, with the emotion of a four-year-old," Gilbert chuckled. He caressed her arms softly and they stayed in silence for some minutes, reminiscing about the day. "I've always loved sunsets, you know?"
"I didn't, actually," Anne replied, adjusting so she could see his face. This was a new story, and she was all about Gilbert Blythe's stories. Because they were so damn nice all the time, especially when John was involved.
"Yeah… When I was a kid, we would always take a walk at sunset. It didn't matter what hour it was or if it was raining or snowing. We always went out. He had this idea that being outdoors was the best, you know?"
"That sounds like John," Anne chuckled. John Blythe was as outdoorsy and adventurous as it got. Gilbert held her closer, chuckling as well.
"We had to stop going out at some point, as he got sick… But by then, you were into our lives, you know? And you had a knack of coming home to see him just at dusk," Gibert continued.
"It's just when I finished my chores! I didn't do it on purpose, you know?"
"I have no idea, Carrots. I don't even care about why you came at dusk. The point is that you did. And you still didn't talk to me, so I would just wait for you to come in my room, because the view was to the street. And the sun always reflected your hair as if it was on fire and somehow dusk turned again into the highlight of my days," Gilbert said, remembering a young Anne, just arrived at Green Gables, coming to see his sick father every day just because somehow they got along so well. And her hair glowing in the sunset. Then he hadn't known as he knew now he would never be quite able to take her off his head, but he was already entranced by the magic she carried with her everywhere.
Anne turned to look at him. His eyes were lost in the distance, or perhaps in another time. He hadn't really shaved this morning, as he hadn't had any meeting, and his stub was no longer scratchy as it had been the previous evening but somehow softer. She caressed his cheek with her hand slowly, trailing her fingers slowly down his chin, trying to memorize it. Wanting to capture the moment in her memory, because this peace she was feeling with him right now, was new and not so scary and unsettling as it had felt before. Maybe she was coming to terms with something? Maybe it was just the holiday? She had no idea, but didn't want to push it just yet. She continued tracing his face with her finger and saw him close his eyes, a peaceful expression.
He reached for her hand with the one he wasn't hugging her with and took it to his mouth, giving her a kiss and then another one on the inside of the wrist. He smiled and opened his eyes again, to find Anne almost in front of him.
"Oh, hello, Carrots," he said softly, teasingly. She smiled and leaned forward to his lips, giving him a slow kiss, licking slowly his lower lip, nibbling on it. He melted on it, corresponding fully and engaging in a play with her tongue as she tangled her hands in his curls.
"Where are Bash and Mary?" she asked in a low voice, knowing full well Delly was already in bed, already 9:00 in the evening, after breaking the kiss.
"They're in a conference call with Elijah in the library upstairs. I already greeted him to make a nice appearance." Anne chuckled, but then kissed him again and he corresponded, turning slightly so he could give her small kisses down her neck.
"Chances of them coming down soon?" she whispered as she moved her head to expose more of her neck just so Gilbert could continue kissing her, still feeling they were sneaky teens.
"Close to zero, but you know how they tend to surprise..." he mumbled against her in between open-mouthed kisses. "We should probably…" he went for her collarbone, which each day fascinated him even more. "...keep off…" he said before tracing it slowly with his tongue, making Anne sigh and bite her lips. "...funny business." Funny business or not, she wanted Gilbert and contemplated fleetingly the chances of Bash walking out on them before turning completely and straddling Gilbert, her flowy skirt covering them. "Whoa, Carrots…" he tried to protest, because there was a chance of Bash or worse, Mary, finding them there. Even if slight, because the space was almost nonexistent in their minds.
But Anne just shut him, giving him a kiss deeper than the first one, trying to convey the need she had felt for him these days, that she was most definitely feeling now. She held his head by tangling one hand in his curls, the other one in his nape as it caressed him softly. Holding him there, just so, so she could kiss him how she had been longing to do for hours.
Gilbert lost it. He forgot he was on the back porch of the LaCroix family on an old sofa and kissed her back as he felt how she moved slightly against him, a whimper caught in her throat. Tangling a hand on her hair, he put the other one in the low of her back, bringing her even closer to him and assisting her in weak, unconscious movements so she started doing them in earnest, feeling her against the erection that she had conveyed so quickly. God, he couldn't wait to get home to finally make love to her the way he wanted, no sneaking around.
"Gil…" she whispered, looking at him in the eyes as they started to find a rhythm, trying to think the squeaking of the sofa really was not that noticeable.
Gilbert felt his phone buzz in his pocket but tried to ignore it. Anne's was on the table, buzzing annoyingly against the crystal. He had missed kissing her so much this past few days, every time he was finally with her something interrupting… It wasn't even like they were going to do anything on the porch sofa, but just kissing her was so good, he thought as he went back to kiss her on her mouth, deeper than before. If only his phone wasn't buzzing so much. Even if this was not exactly "just kissing".
"What is going on?" Anne asked finally, a hoarse voice that made Gilbert's insides get together in a knot, tired of the sound of the buzzing phone against the crystal of the table every few seconds and distracting her of the matter at hand. Which was taking advantage of the few minutes of solitude they had before Mary and Bash came down the stairs.
"Yours as well?" Gilbert asked, his own voice strained, and Anne retreated slightly, allowing him to take his phone from his pocket. She turned and stretched until she reached her own, still straddling him. First there was an instagram tag. And then many, many whatsapp messages.
Bashfromtini tagged you and Callmecordelia in a post.
"Oh no no no no…" Gilbert heard Anne say desperately, getting off him, as she saw the photo Bash had published. They were not kissing. But it was evident beyond any doubt, beyond anything they could ever invent, that they were together. There was no way to go around this. They might as well be kissing, hell, the photo was that intimate as Gilbert and her were snuggled on a picnic blanket, Gilbert hugging her, their faces so close as if the world didn't exist beyond them. Well, Bash existed! And he was taking pictures! And publishing them! The picture might be beautiful, yes, but why was it on his instagram?! And of course, all the buzzing was from notifications from numerous chats. People who knew both of them. Many many many from the gang group chat. Fred. More people from Avonlea.
"Anne, they're about to call," Gilbert said, scanning the messages quickly and trying to somewhat flatten his hair, to think of any way to hide the blush that clearly was on both of their faces. Maybe the imminent darkness would do?
"What? No. I'm not speaking to them," she said.
"Carrots, what's the point in this? They were going to find out… I wish it wasn't like this, but think of it like a plaster? Maybe it's better this way? Quick and easy?"
"No no no no Gil. I'm not ready for this," she insisted, a bit pale. "I hate their surprise calls!"
"Ready for what? Them knowing? What difference is it going to make anyway? Or ready to be with me?" Gilbert asked, between annoyed, worried and desperate, but she didn't get a chance to answer as a facetime call by Charlie came in and soon they were in front of all of Avonlea's gang.
"Finally!"
"Guuuys I'm sooo happy!" Ruby actually had tears in her eyes and Moody, a huge smile, was holding her close trying to soothe her.
"Fucking well hidden, you had this! How long has this been going?" Josie said, feigning annoyance but evidently happy.
"And you were hiding from us? Your biggest supporters?" Tillie said with a smile. Diana was just smiling, as was Cole, a knowing look and a twinkle in his eyes. This time, it hadn't been him who had spilled the beans.
"Why didn't you tell?"
"I'm pretty sure they've been too busy… doing stuff…" Charlie commented as he snickered.
Anne just looked at them, wide eyes, not even knowing what to do with all this approval. She had expected mocking. Teasing. Bad jokes. But everyone looked so unbelievably happy and it clashed with all the reservations she still had. Gilbert held her close, not anymore restraining himself in front of the camera, his smile huge. He had not planned for the news to go out like this but he was not going to complain. It was finally out. They could be open and a couple with all their loved ones. He gave her a small kiss on the temple, trying to calm her down, and Tillie, Jane and especially Ruby almost cried in joy.
"Well, tell us!" Jane said, excited. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants to know the whole story! How did this happen? When?"
"Guys, honestly, it's not been that long…" Gilbert said, but he really had no idea, now that he thought of it. It seemed like they had been together since always, but at the same time, it seemed like yesterday.
"When? We want a date!" Josie said.
"Jose, it's not like we're counting the days or anything…" Gilbert explained.
"But how are you going to celebrate your anniversaries?!" asked Ruby, full of worry. Anne actually laughed.
"I think neither of us is that much into anniversaries, Rubs," she answered, talking finally. Only Ruby would worry about that. Gilbert chuckled as well, never one to think of that. He was so glad to be with her, he could as well celebrate every day. And eventually, at some point in life, they would marry. And that would be an anniversary worth celebrating.
"So how did it happen?" asked Jane. "I want the true story, too. Were you fighting? Yelling out of your senses and ending up making out?" Anne blushed, because she was certain that had been on the verge of happening more than once.
"It wasn't like that, Jane. It would make a great story… But it wasn't," Gilbert said, smiling and shaking his head. He remembered one of their fights. The big one. When he had actually considered kissing her to see if that solved anything.
"SO?" Charlie asked. "If I'm losing a bet, then at least I deserve to know the real story!"
"You're losing a bet? What the hell, Charlie?" Anne asked, frowning. Charlie laughed, as did Tillie, Jane and Josie as Diana rolled her eyes and Cole snickered.
"The bet we've had for years of how you're going to end up together, of course. I always thought a fight would do it."
"So what other options are there?" Gilbert asked, impressed. "And how long has this been going on?"
"Grade twelve," said Josie, her face straight.
"You're wrong. Grade eleven. The hockey final," countered Tillie. Anne and Gilbert laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing. "And… Well, Charlie said during a fight. Josie as well. So that's two losers. Other options were… Anne declaring her undying love for you in graduation, which of course went to hell… And then you manage to get her to speak to you as you confessed how you've been irreparably damaged since she hit you with the slate…"
"Oh! Don't forget, interrupting the other's wedding!" Jane said, laughing. "I oppose!"
"Are you actually being serious?" Anne asked. This could not be real.
"Of course not. The sensible one was the fighting one. But when we saw you living together in Hamilton it woke up again. And fighting was a great contender. There was also… One of you just going for it in the kitchen, my bet was for Anne to go, Moody said Gilbert would break sooner" Tillie explained. She extended a finger for each bet. "Ruby said, of course, Gilbert would prepare this romantic outing to confess his love. And then Jane said it would be something utterly boring like watching tv and ending making out. Cole said something about you trying to console Anne and then kissing her… Which doesn't make any sense. Diana, as always, is too proper to bet, and Jerry said you would probably be sharing a bed before actually even kissing and then go from there, because that's how much in denial you both are. So, how was it? Who's winning?"
"May we ask what you were betting and what will happen if it goes vacant?" Gilbert asked, trying to contain his laugh. Anne was just shaking her head in disbelief at how any of them could have won this stupid nonsense. How good must they know them to have such accurate scenarios in their minds? Excluding Ruby, of course. But...
"It can't go vacant," said Josie. "We covered everything! Unless you got with her into the shower as Charlie's girlfriend suggested!"
"I didn't get with Anne into the shower, but thanks for the suggestion," Gilbert said, winking, and Anne blushed again.
"We're pitching in, each 50 dollars. And buying a certificate of whatever store the winner wants, because we're really not wanting to pay the credit card with it," Jane explained. Gilbert counted quickly but Anne's eyes grew bigger before he could say anything.
"And what's in it for us when one of you is getting 350 dollars?" she asked, astounded.
"Your own belated happiness, of course. And you get to take Gilbert into bed. Well, and Gilbert gets you, finally," Josie answered as if it was obvious. Gilbert nodded. Fine by him. Anne looked at him.
"And you're ok with this?"
"Carrots, whatever keeps them busy. Josie is right, you know? I get to have you," he said and kissed her temple quickly and Ruby couldn't contain a sigh. "So…"
"Who's the winner, Blythe?" Jerry asked, a knowing smile in his lips. Anne hated him for a second. For him to know her so well. Gilbert looked at her, smiling. Should he tell or did she want to do it?
"Ok, I'm telling you who's the winner but there will be absolutely no more questions about this subject forever. Or else, you give us the prize," Anne said. "There are not going to be follow-up questions on the matter of how we got together. Understood?" They all nodded. "Ok, Jerry. Where do you want the gift card from?"
"Jerry?!" Josie yelled as Jerry laughed heartily. "You actually went to bed to sleep with Gilbert Blythe before even kissing him? Anne Shirley-Cuthbert! What a waste!"
"I did and I'm not saying anything else," she answered. She would not tell them about the reason she had started doing so in the first place.
"And we're being serious about it, guys. There are really not going to be any follow up questions," Gilbert said, serious, as he held her close, noticing how tense she was.
"Only one, please?" Ruby said. "Are you… together together?"
"What does that even mean, Ruby?" Anne asked.
"Well, are you a couple? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Gilbert smiled and nodded, proud as hell. Anne smiled softly, as well, and Ruby squeaked and hugged Moody in her happiness.
"So what does that mean for the two of you? Are you staying there, Anne?" Josie asked, direct as always. Anne bit her lip. Another topic she really didn't want to touch right now. Not when she was so confused about it. "I mean, it's obvious you're already living together, but I thought you were still looking for jobs on the island?"
"We're figuring it out, Jose," Gilbert said softly as Anne stayed quiet and very still, with a tone that conveyed that the topic was, indeed, off limits. "So, care to tell us anything about the holiday over there? I think it's enough talk at our expense, eh?"
They continued talking for a while, the gang soon treating them as if they had always been together. Which they kind of had, they only had taken way longer than any other couple to come to terms with it. Bash eventually went to say goodnight, a triumphant smile on his face as he saw them cuddling in front of the camera, a video call with friends. Gilbert saw as he did a small dance coming into the house and controlled the roll of eyes that threatened to come.
The next morning they didn't wake up very early. Or rather, even if they did, they lingered for longer than they had in Hamilton, because they wanted a relaxed breakfast with the LaCroix. Delly was quiet and sad about their departure, and there was not much that could brighten her because both fairy Anne and Pilbert, who was none other than her uncle Gilby, were going away. She was hugging Foxie the whole morning, a pout in her mouth and her eyes teary as they drove off the house.
"So what do you have stored for the drive back?" Gilbert asked as Anne got her phone out and connected it to the bluetooth of the car.
"Just perfect music, of course," she said smiling and putting play on the playlist, starting from where they had left it before. They were not even on the highway when the voice of Harry Belafonte filled the car.
"Seriously?"
"It's the song Bash was singing when I met him! I still have the perfect memory of the moment. Come, sing with me! Eeeeh ooooh!" she sang, laughing. Gilbert shook his head but joined on the next one, when Anne poked his ribs. "Plus, you do know Banana Boat is the best, it's so much fun!"
"I'll give you that. The first thousand times you hear it! Dad and Bash would play that nonstop for weeks when he first arrived."
"And isn't it the best way to commemorate a moment in time? With music?" she countered, smiling at him. He reached for her hand.
"It might as well be. What was he doing when you met him, anyway?"
"Singing this while he danced and washed the dishes. Your father let me in, you were at hockey practice or something, so it was just the three of us sharing stories about you for a while."
"What? What did you say?" he hadn't known this before.
"I… may or not have told him the slate incident. He was sorry only about the slate breaking," she said sheepishly.
"Anne! I had always wondered how he had so many details! You know for how long he teased me with that?"
"I have no idea. But it was a great icebreaker. Even when it wasn't needed, Harry did it wonderfully," she answered, a huge smile on her face.
"Anne!"
"I didn't tell him I called you Slateface, did I?" she answered, smiling even more. He shook his head, annoyed. "Anyway, I have always been convinced Bash is the perfect brother for you. Keeps you from getting overly serious and solemn."
"Now you're pushing it."
"I'm totally not," she insisted, and was going to give all the arguments when Gilbert's phone started vibrating. He passed it to her. "It's Fred."
"Hey, Freddie!" Gilbert greeted, answering from the steering wheel and pausing the music for the moment. "You're on speaker mate, we're on the road now."
"Hey Anne! How's the public dating life going?"
"Ugh, don't even mention it," Anne growled, still annoyed at the call from the previous night. "Can you believe our friends had a bet on how we were going to get together?"
"I can, and I would've pitched in if I had known before," Fred answered, a huge laugh. "How does it feel, though? To have it out in the open without actually having to do any work?"
"It's weird, Fred. We hadn't even talked about who to tell or how," said Gilbert. "But, to be sincere, I think it was great. As you said, zero work."
"Also zero control," Anne mumbled.
"And that's bad, Anne? Come on, girl, let go of control. It's good for you," Fred said. Anne sighed and looked at the monotonous landscape. Gilbert held her hand, not really understanding what was going on. "Anyway. I was talking with Ella about going to Komoka next Saturday and since Gilbert is finally a grown up with regular weekends, we were wondering if you wanted to come? We're bringing Bear, of course, and the idea would be to pack some sandwiches or whatever and go enjoy the day in the forest. What do you say?"
"It sounds great! I'm all in for anything that has to do with being outdoors. And Bear. I loved that dog."
"And he loved you, even when all he usually does is growl at strangers," Fred answered. "Blythe?"
"Count us in. Thanks for the idea, Fred," Gilbert accepted, smiling.
"I know! I can bake banana bread to have a snack!" Anne proposed, already savouring it.
"I won't complain. Ella won't, either. So, we'll figure out the details in the week, eh?"
"Sure thing."
"Ok guys. I'll leave you to the road. What time do you think you'll arrive? Just to check on you, know everything went as planned?"
"You're such a dad, Freddie. I estimate around five pm? Unless traffic is horrid…" Gilbert said.
"Perfect, I'll take that into account. And of course I'm a dad, do you even doubt it? I'm embracing my role."
"Hey, Freddie!" Anne said before Gilbert could say anything else. "Thanks for taking care of the plants… I believe Raymond wouldn't have had any trouble, but I worry for the others."
"It was nothing, you can count on us whenever you need it. And guys, honestly. We're so happy about the two of you, you have no idea. Enjoy this time, ok?"
"Ok, Wright, bye now," Gilbert said, still uneasy about Anne's attitude.
"Bye Fred!" Anne said before he hung up. Music resumed and filled the air in the car.
"You ok, Anne-girl?" Gilbert asked, his voice almost a whisper. She nodded.
"I'm sorry. I just feel uneasy with not having control of my life," she said, feeling honestly sorry about her attitude. Because she did want to be with Gilbert. She was still undecided as to where to live, but she did know she wanted to be with him. Even if they had to figure out how to make some sort of distance thing work if she finally went back to PEI. And she hated when anyone spread things about her. Good, bad, in between, she just hated not having the control. But of course, she would never say anything to Bash.
"I know," Gilbert answered, bringing her hand to his lips to give it a small kiss. "I'm sure Bash didn't mean anything bad."
"I know that. And it's not that I hate people knowing. It's that I wasn't prepared and it wasn't on our terms and… It's just stupid, Gil," she answered. He nodded, but didn't push the subject any further and concentrated on the road.
They stayed in silence for a while, just listening to the eclectic selection of music Anne had put on the playlist. There was no more tension in the air, just the easiness that belonged only to them, the comfortable silence they shared sometimes and that could stretch for hours with just the other for company. The Shoos Off gave way to The Cardigans and then to Jason Mraz and Michael Bublé and they sang, laughed and just felt at ease.
Gilbert saw a sign on the road for a small mall and got off the highway to the service road. He entered the parking lot, searching for Shoppers, the pharmacy. Anne looked at him questioningly.
"There's something we need to buy. And I thought we could also use something to snack and drink, as well?" he commented, turning off the car. Anne blushed slightly at the implication, suddenly feeling like a teen. "Come, Carrots." They walked into the pharmacy.
"I'll look for something to eat," Anne said before disappearing. Gilbert smiled slightly and shook his head. Honestly.
Anne went straight to the snacks, convinced she would manage to find something and was reading the ingredients of some chips when she felt some eyes on her. Used to Gilbert being the only one who looked at her, she turned smiling, but then looked blankly at the two guys that were standing there. They didn't even look mean, just… like regular guys, so she wasn't even scared.
"Sorry," she said going to the side, maybe they wanted some chips as well? She continued reading the ingredients and put them back. Why did they have to put milk on everything? She took a bag she already knew was vegan and sighed, bored at the lack of options.
"What happened to the other ones?" asked one of the guys.
"Uh?"
"The other chips. It's a nice flavour…"
"They have milk. I don't eat milk if I can avoid it," she answered matter-of-factly. Gilbert was in the family planning section he had just found, and frowned slightly when he saw two random guys talk in hushed tones before approaching Anne. He didn't consider himself overprotective, but they just gave him an off feeling. Grabbing a couple of boxes (maybe Anne had any preference?) he walked towards where they were.
"Hey, Carrots," he said in a low voice and acknowledged the guys with a nod. Interrupting but doing his best not to be rude. He received the chips she handed and passed her the boxes. "Choose." Anne frowned and looked at the two packages Gilbert had given her. Oh . She shrugged, but turned the boxes nonetheless to see if there was any information about… anything. Was she supposed to have a preference? The guys saw the condoms and retreated silently and Gilbert felt some tension leave his shoulders.
"This. Cruelty free," she commented, completely forgetting about the guys. "Anything to drink?"
"I saw there was a Timmies on the way out. Do you want something from here or should we grab a coffee on the way out?"
"Coffee! What kind of question is that, Gilbert?" she replied, walking to the checkout. "Come! I actually want one. Big one. Plenty of ice. Almond milk. I'm picturing it, let's go!"
Notes:
So... the secret is out. And we know the nosy gang has some fans and some heavy critics, but here they're just in their element. For all nosy they are, they just love Anne and Gilbert. Would you have taken part of the bet or would you have sided with Diana?
The holiday is over (it was tiny, we know, but Gilbert does have to work). What did you think of Anne meeting the LaCroix family again? And Delly for the first time? She might be sad because Pilbert and fairy Anne are leaving, but... you think she won't ever see them again in some way?
And we had a stop at the pharmacy! Any guesses on what will happen next chapter? ;)
We'll see you on Saturday... Or around instagram. Fred is all about teasing Gilbert, you know?