"Fate's Wishes" 4/4
By Rita Widmer
AN: Here's the last part. I hope that everyone reading enjoys. I have two ideas in my head right now for other Anne stories.
Anne of Green Gables was no more. She was to become part of her house of dreams. A house that she and Gilbert had planned, and talked about over the years of their engagement. They had built dreams for their future, but none of them captured the dreams they would leave behind.
She was leaving her home, Anne thought as she drove away from her home. Green Gables was slowly disappearing from her view, and before she got too far she turned around and smiled at the old home.
She was going to a strange place with people she never met before. Her husband at her side, and that made up for the loneliness of leaving your friends and family behind.
"Anne-girl are you all right?" asked Gilbert.
Turning towards her now husband and smiled, "Just thinking of what lays ahead. Can you really believe this day finally is here? We're really married. I keep wanting to pinch myself to remind myself that it is real. I remember doing that on this same road with Matthew heading to Green Gables for the first time."
"It's for real. Just look at your ring finger any time you need the reminder."
"We're going to be happy, Gilbert. We will probably argue once in awhile, but it will be all right. We just can't go to bed mad at each other. I'm going to try to make you the best wife. Just wait and see. I'm so glad we're going to our house of dreams for our honeymoon. By the time the honeymoon is over we'll have made it a real home. It will have memories built on our first weeks married."
"As long as you're near me it will be a home, Anne-girl."
They reached the train station after the long drive with time to spare. Anne looked around remembering the first time she came to this station. It was so different from when she first came. The man that had helped her when she arrived had long ago retired. The station had been repainted, but that same bench sat there. It was starting to show ware, Anne noticed.
She sat down on the bench carefully. The tree she had imagined sleeping in if Matthew hadn't shown up had long came down. All signs of progress of the path of life. She was leaving her home, leaving Avonlea.
She felt the tears prickle in her eyes. The comforting feel of an arm around her shoulder reminded her of what she was getting in return. She turned to Gilbert and kissed him softly.
"Lets go home."
Everyone had finally left their dear home. Anne was happy visiting with her new friends, but she was glad to be alone with her husband. They were walking along in the garden. There was no words spoken as they enjoyed the last of the light.
Anne stopped and moved to stand in front of him. "I love our home and garden, and I love our new friends. There's kindred spirits here."
He lifted his hand up to her cheek, and smiled at her, "You don't mind being so far away from Avonlea?"
"I'll miss Avonlea and its people, but there's new memories to be built here and new friendships."
Again they walked for awhile, and Anne made little plans for the garden. There were areas that needed to be fixed up from neglect. She had little plans for the whole home to make it their own. She loved the history, but it needed their personality in it.
Anne yawned, but she tried to hide it. She wasn't ready for the day to end. Gilbert did notice, and he turned to his wife.
He kissed her passionately before saying, "Let's go to bed, Anne-girl."
The kiss had left her breathless, and she nodded her approval. They walked back into the house to spend their first night together in their house of dreams. In the days to come the house would come alive with the love they shared for each other and their loved ones. There would be many happy memories and some sad ones, but always love.
The End
By Rita Widmer
AN: Here's the last part. I hope that everyone reading enjoys. I have two ideas in my head right now for other Anne stories.
Anne of Green Gables was no more. She was to become part of her house of dreams. A house that she and Gilbert had planned, and talked about over the years of their engagement. They had built dreams for their future, but none of them captured the dreams they would leave behind.
She was leaving her home, Anne thought as she drove away from her home. Green Gables was slowly disappearing from her view, and before she got too far she turned around and smiled at the old home.
She was going to a strange place with people she never met before. Her husband at her side, and that made up for the loneliness of leaving your friends and family behind.
"Anne-girl are you all right?" asked Gilbert.
Turning towards her now husband and smiled, "Just thinking of what lays ahead. Can you really believe this day finally is here? We're really married. I keep wanting to pinch myself to remind myself that it is real. I remember doing that on this same road with Matthew heading to Green Gables for the first time."
"It's for real. Just look at your ring finger any time you need the reminder."
"We're going to be happy, Gilbert. We will probably argue once in awhile, but it will be all right. We just can't go to bed mad at each other. I'm going to try to make you the best wife. Just wait and see. I'm so glad we're going to our house of dreams for our honeymoon. By the time the honeymoon is over we'll have made it a real home. It will have memories built on our first weeks married."
"As long as you're near me it will be a home, Anne-girl."
They reached the train station after the long drive with time to spare. Anne looked around remembering the first time she came to this station. It was so different from when she first came. The man that had helped her when she arrived had long ago retired. The station had been repainted, but that same bench sat there. It was starting to show ware, Anne noticed.
She sat down on the bench carefully. The tree she had imagined sleeping in if Matthew hadn't shown up had long came down. All signs of progress of the path of life. She was leaving her home, leaving Avonlea.
She felt the tears prickle in her eyes. The comforting feel of an arm around her shoulder reminded her of what she was getting in return. She turned to Gilbert and kissed him softly.
"Lets go home."
Everyone had finally left their dear home. Anne was happy visiting with her new friends, but she was glad to be alone with her husband. They were walking along in the garden. There was no words spoken as they enjoyed the last of the light.
Anne stopped and moved to stand in front of him. "I love our home and garden, and I love our new friends. There's kindred spirits here."
He lifted his hand up to her cheek, and smiled at her, "You don't mind being so far away from Avonlea?"
"I'll miss Avonlea and its people, but there's new memories to be built here and new friendships."
Again they walked for awhile, and Anne made little plans for the garden. There were areas that needed to be fixed up from neglect. She had little plans for the whole home to make it their own. She loved the history, but it needed their personality in it.
Anne yawned, but she tried to hide it. She wasn't ready for the day to end. Gilbert did notice, and he turned to his wife.
He kissed her passionately before saying, "Let's go to bed, Anne-girl."
The kiss had left her breathless, and she nodded her approval. They walked back into the house to spend their first night together in their house of dreams. In the days to come the house would come alive with the love they shared for each other and their loved ones. There would be many happy memories and some sad ones, but always love.
The End