"Fate's Wishes" 3/4
By Rita Widmer
AN: I want to thank KarismaJulian4Ever and Lynn for their wonderful reviews. I'm only planning one more chapter of this story, but I am working on a whole new story idea that has more plot to it, longer, and taking place during the time of "Anne's House of Dreams."
Rachel Lynde sat next to Marilla as she watched the wedding ceremony. On her face sat a slight smile, but her eyes were watery. She never quite believed that crying was the right thing to do at weddings. Crying should be saved for funerals.
The soon to be Anne Blythe was smiling up at her future husband, and Rachel Lynde wondered how she ever could think this handsome young woman before her was ever homely looking. Before meeting her, she had assumed only the worse for the orphaned child that would overtake Avonlea in one big swoop.
Rachel could remember those days after she heard of Marilla and John Blythe's argument with clarity. She had argued with Marilla to go talk to him for weeks afterwards. How she had tried to convince Marilla that her pride was nothing compared to having the man she loved for the rest of her life. Everyone in Avonlea had believed that Marilla and John were made for each other, but it wasn't destined to be.
The two had made this moment possible, and like Marilla she was glad it did happen this way. Rachel knew everything she possibly could about what happened in Avonlea, but she had no control over fate. That she knew was meant for the Lord to deal with, and she could only help it if it was meant to be.
The reverend finally announced them husband and wife, and they kissed softly in front of the crowd. The love the couple had for each other shinning brightly in their eyes, and Rachel felt a slight pang in her heart. She remembered that same look on her Thomas' eyes. She loved her husband, and she missed him. He had put up with much of her doings, and never tried to control her actions.
She slowly stood up with Marilla as the couple walked back down the aisle. Rachel took her dear friend's arm as they walked down together. There was still celebrating to do for the young couple, and she was going to make sure it was all correctly done. Rachel looked around at the other couples standing around, and part of her felt lonely, but she had her time and smiled at the love that was hanging in the air.
"I'm tired, Marilla, and I don't mind saying so," said Rachel later that evening when most of the guests had headed home. "Weddings are for the young."
"It was all worth it. For awhile I never thought this day would happen. Anne certainly took long enough to realize she was in love with Gilbert."
"You yourself spent years mad at John Blythe for teasing you in school, Marilla, or did you forget that?"
"I talked to him civilly during that time. I never believed that we could ever be friends."
"Maybe if Anne knew that happened to you and John Blythe she would have forgiven him sooner."
"How was I supposed to know that she would be angry at him for so long?"
Rachel decided to leave that question alone. "I knew those two were meant for each other the day I heard that she broke the slate over his head."
"You figured it out sooner then I did, Rachel. It wasn't until I seen them standing at the gate after she forgave them. They stood out there for so long, and I watched them for awhile and I knew. Those two were destined to be together before they were even born."
"Most of us will never know what impact we will have on the future. Today you saw what a silly argument over 30 years ago brought to the future. You were meant to take on that little girl and give her a home where she could be herself and grow."
"Strange how that works. Now I'm heading upstairs to see how Diana is doing, and then I'm off to bed. It won't be the same here tomorrow without Anne."
Rachel sat back in her chair for awhile thinking about the past and the future at Green Gables. Life would never be the same. Hearing laughter upstairs, she headed up, and decided to see what was going on. There was no early to bed tonight for any of them. They had memories still to relive and remember while a new doctor and his wife sat in their new home meeting new friends.
TBC...
By Rita Widmer
AN: I want to thank KarismaJulian4Ever and Lynn for their wonderful reviews. I'm only planning one more chapter of this story, but I am working on a whole new story idea that has more plot to it, longer, and taking place during the time of "Anne's House of Dreams."
Rachel Lynde sat next to Marilla as she watched the wedding ceremony. On her face sat a slight smile, but her eyes were watery. She never quite believed that crying was the right thing to do at weddings. Crying should be saved for funerals.
The soon to be Anne Blythe was smiling up at her future husband, and Rachel Lynde wondered how she ever could think this handsome young woman before her was ever homely looking. Before meeting her, she had assumed only the worse for the orphaned child that would overtake Avonlea in one big swoop.
Rachel could remember those days after she heard of Marilla and John Blythe's argument with clarity. She had argued with Marilla to go talk to him for weeks afterwards. How she had tried to convince Marilla that her pride was nothing compared to having the man she loved for the rest of her life. Everyone in Avonlea had believed that Marilla and John were made for each other, but it wasn't destined to be.
The two had made this moment possible, and like Marilla she was glad it did happen this way. Rachel knew everything she possibly could about what happened in Avonlea, but she had no control over fate. That she knew was meant for the Lord to deal with, and she could only help it if it was meant to be.
The reverend finally announced them husband and wife, and they kissed softly in front of the crowd. The love the couple had for each other shinning brightly in their eyes, and Rachel felt a slight pang in her heart. She remembered that same look on her Thomas' eyes. She loved her husband, and she missed him. He had put up with much of her doings, and never tried to control her actions.
She slowly stood up with Marilla as the couple walked back down the aisle. Rachel took her dear friend's arm as they walked down together. There was still celebrating to do for the young couple, and she was going to make sure it was all correctly done. Rachel looked around at the other couples standing around, and part of her felt lonely, but she had her time and smiled at the love that was hanging in the air.
"I'm tired, Marilla, and I don't mind saying so," said Rachel later that evening when most of the guests had headed home. "Weddings are for the young."
"It was all worth it. For awhile I never thought this day would happen. Anne certainly took long enough to realize she was in love with Gilbert."
"You yourself spent years mad at John Blythe for teasing you in school, Marilla, or did you forget that?"
"I talked to him civilly during that time. I never believed that we could ever be friends."
"Maybe if Anne knew that happened to you and John Blythe she would have forgiven him sooner."
"How was I supposed to know that she would be angry at him for so long?"
Rachel decided to leave that question alone. "I knew those two were meant for each other the day I heard that she broke the slate over his head."
"You figured it out sooner then I did, Rachel. It wasn't until I seen them standing at the gate after she forgave them. They stood out there for so long, and I watched them for awhile and I knew. Those two were destined to be together before they were even born."
"Most of us will never know what impact we will have on the future. Today you saw what a silly argument over 30 years ago brought to the future. You were meant to take on that little girl and give her a home where she could be herself and grow."
"Strange how that works. Now I'm heading upstairs to see how Diana is doing, and then I'm off to bed. It won't be the same here tomorrow without Anne."
Rachel sat back in her chair for awhile thinking about the past and the future at Green Gables. Life would never be the same. Hearing laughter upstairs, she headed up, and decided to see what was going on. There was no early to bed tonight for any of them. They had memories still to relive and remember while a new doctor and his wife sat in their new home meeting new friends.
TBC...