"Fate's Wishes"
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I own 6 Anne books, but the wonderful L. M. Montgomery wrote them. The characters and plot belong to her.
Rating: PG
Summary: Our wishes of past don't always coincide with our fate's wishes.
Author's Note: This is my first "Anne of Green Gables" fanfiction. Please be nice and review. I'm thinking about making this a series with different character perspectives, so let me know if you want to see more. If continued, I would like a beta to help me out, but not necessary to continue.
The sun shone bright over the people gathered outside for a special wedding. Somewhere a bird chirped away in happiness. It was a day marked by what many considered to be a miracle. After over a decade of watching the young man and woman fight what everyone saw as fate was finally coming true.
Marilla Cuthbert sat in the front row on the bride's side wiping away a stray tear. It was a tear of happiness and sadness as she watched her little girl Anne get married. The man she was marrying stood next to her, and she could see the love in the man's eyes. She was truly happy for Anne, but her heart felt a pang of regret at memories of times gone by.
That pang of regret came from the man across the aisle from her, John Blythe, the groom's father. The groom looked so much like his father at that age, and their personalities not to far apart either.
Marilla turned her eyes just slightly to look at the man she had once called her beau. She didn't know if he ever had any regrets for not coming to her to make up after their fight. He was happy, and as she looked at him there was a slight smile on his face. He had all he wanted in life, if his dreams in childhood were still true. All he ever wanted was a wife, a son, and making a living as a farmer.
Marilla's dreams and wishes of old had not been hers to have. Her fate was another destiny full of wishes and dreams to capture. Dreams that would never have come true if she had been allowed her own dreams. Today would never have happened if John and her had made up all those years ago.
The groom may have existed with slight changes, but his bride would never have been brought to Avonlea. Anne Shirley's destination could have been anything if Marilla had not been living with her brother, and needed farm help for Matthew. They might have met somewhere else in life, but that was questionable, and they may have been very different people then the real version before her.
She watched as they were announced husband and wife, and the tears started flowing harder now. They were together like fate had meant for them to be. A fate that started when John and her had that silly fight. It was to bring this moment, and as the couple walked down the aisle, she realized that this was her fate and she didn't want it any other way.
Marilla watched Anne and Gilbert as they went down the road. Her little girl smiled back at her one more time. It was one of the happiest, but saddest days in her life. The emotions ran through her, but she knew that this was the way it was supposed to be.
Marilla found herself standing next to her old beau, and she smiled up at him before speaking.
"Thank you, John," Marilla quietly told him.
He turned fully towards her now the carriage was out of sight. "Why?"
"For starting that fight years ago. It would never have brought this day, and I would never trade it in for all the beaus in the world."
"When I first realized my son was in love with Anne, I knew this was our destiny. It doesn't erase either of our pains from that fight, but it makes the past easier to remember."
"It does, and they'll have a wonderful story to tell their kids someday. Anne and Gilbert were able to do the one thing we failed to do, and not just once but twice they had to find each other again."
With that Marilla walked away from John Blythe with a smile on her face which she hadn't ever been able to do before. The past was settled, and fate's wishes had come true.
TBC...
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I own 6 Anne books, but the wonderful L. M. Montgomery wrote them. The characters and plot belong to her.
Rating: PG
Summary: Our wishes of past don't always coincide with our fate's wishes.
Author's Note: This is my first "Anne of Green Gables" fanfiction. Please be nice and review. I'm thinking about making this a series with different character perspectives, so let me know if you want to see more. If continued, I would like a beta to help me out, but not necessary to continue.
The sun shone bright over the people gathered outside for a special wedding. Somewhere a bird chirped away in happiness. It was a day marked by what many considered to be a miracle. After over a decade of watching the young man and woman fight what everyone saw as fate was finally coming true.
Marilla Cuthbert sat in the front row on the bride's side wiping away a stray tear. It was a tear of happiness and sadness as she watched her little girl Anne get married. The man she was marrying stood next to her, and she could see the love in the man's eyes. She was truly happy for Anne, but her heart felt a pang of regret at memories of times gone by.
That pang of regret came from the man across the aisle from her, John Blythe, the groom's father. The groom looked so much like his father at that age, and their personalities not to far apart either.
Marilla turned her eyes just slightly to look at the man she had once called her beau. She didn't know if he ever had any regrets for not coming to her to make up after their fight. He was happy, and as she looked at him there was a slight smile on his face. He had all he wanted in life, if his dreams in childhood were still true. All he ever wanted was a wife, a son, and making a living as a farmer.
Marilla's dreams and wishes of old had not been hers to have. Her fate was another destiny full of wishes and dreams to capture. Dreams that would never have come true if she had been allowed her own dreams. Today would never have happened if John and her had made up all those years ago.
The groom may have existed with slight changes, but his bride would never have been brought to Avonlea. Anne Shirley's destination could have been anything if Marilla had not been living with her brother, and needed farm help for Matthew. They might have met somewhere else in life, but that was questionable, and they may have been very different people then the real version before her.
She watched as they were announced husband and wife, and the tears started flowing harder now. They were together like fate had meant for them to be. A fate that started when John and her had that silly fight. It was to bring this moment, and as the couple walked down the aisle, she realized that this was her fate and she didn't want it any other way.
Marilla watched Anne and Gilbert as they went down the road. Her little girl smiled back at her one more time. It was one of the happiest, but saddest days in her life. The emotions ran through her, but she knew that this was the way it was supposed to be.
Marilla found herself standing next to her old beau, and she smiled up at him before speaking.
"Thank you, John," Marilla quietly told him.
He turned fully towards her now the carriage was out of sight. "Why?"
"For starting that fight years ago. It would never have brought this day, and I would never trade it in for all the beaus in the world."
"When I first realized my son was in love with Anne, I knew this was our destiny. It doesn't erase either of our pains from that fight, but it makes the past easier to remember."
"It does, and they'll have a wonderful story to tell their kids someday. Anne and Gilbert were able to do the one thing we failed to do, and not just once but twice they had to find each other again."
With that Marilla walked away from John Blythe with a smile on her face which she hadn't ever been able to do before. The past was settled, and fate's wishes had come true.
TBC...