This story is set just before the second world war. The young couple, Ross and Rachel who have recently got engaged are shocked by the news of a huge invasion at the beginning of September. Will the war affect the couple? What will Rachel do if she learns Ross has to go out and fight in the army?

Please bear in mind that I havent got the exact knowledge such as accurate dates and details from the war. Remember this is my story, it mightnt always stick to what really happened in the second world war.

I will appreciate your views and thoughts of the story. Thank you.

When September Ends.

25th August. 1939.

Long Island. US.

Early Autumn was approaching, filling the air with a calm breeze and a sense that the new season was soon arriving.

It was typically busy, especially for the particular time of 9.15am. The young girl waited by the cross roads, watching as the vehicles went by before she grabbed her chance to cross over to where she worked.

'Rachel!' She heard somebody behind her call, as she turned around, she was happy to see one of her friends from where she lived, 'How are you?' She asked her as Rachel greeted her with a quick rub of the arm. 'I'm very well thank you' Rachel replied…'And y---'.

'I hear you are engaged? How did you keep such a secret from one of your close friends huh?' She asked her, rolling her eyes. Rachel reassured her friend that this wasn't the case, 'I didn't keep it a secret from anybody, the only person who knows is my mother and of course my fiancé but its not big news really…-'.

'Not big news? Its brilliant news, and just in time for a beautiful autumn wedding aswell..Oh we really should get together and plan things out for the big day….I shall give you a quick call after I put the children to bed tonight'. She told her.

'That's fine Lizzy, I have to get to work now anyway…I promised I wouldn't be late'. She told her, turning around ready to find her chance to cross over the road again. 'Speak to you later..' She said, giving a wave before the two of them parted.

She hadn't particularly wanted anybody else besides family to know about the engagement, she knew marriage was a big deal and everybody would want to get them married as soon as possible, but she knew that being a wife so suddenly would have a drastic change on both of their lives, she would probably have to retire from her job and stay at home, that was what most married women did who she knew, they would stay at home with the growing family whilst their husband worked 9-5 everyday, maybe even longer hours.

She wanted to get married and have the life of a grown up, but she couldn't help but wonder if she was too young at the moment, after all, she was only the age of 18. But she loved her Ross dearly and being married to him everyday would make her very proud, but they had both agreed to keeping the engagement quiet for the moment so they wouldn't have to rush into things. Both their parents were already preparing to be grandparents and Rachel was almost sure that they had already possibly booked a hall for the wedding reception. She didn't want a big deal, it wasn't her style.

She only wanted her and Ross' love to be recognised by God, and to make her vows in front of the man she loved. They had been together and in love for almost 2 years, but they had known each other for a much longer period of time, since they were both at middle school. She could still remember the time when they were both chosen to be husband and wife in a pretend play at school, Ross had taken the part very seriously indeed. But he was a serious man, so it was expected.

'Oh Miss…'

'I told you to call me Rachel, remember?' She smiled. 'What's wrong?' she asked, placing the blue cloth down on the sink basin.

'I told you last week that I had been complaining with a bad hip, didn't I?'.

Rachel nodded.

'I just don't think I can make the walk to the school to pick up the children and I was wondering….and I know as a maid you aren't expected to do such a chore, but could you go and pick them up for me? I could pay you an extra dollar…'

'Oh. Well….I'll pick them up, that's not a problem. I just thought you wanted me to finish cleaning the kitchen this afternoon…'.

'You can still do that dear, the children don't finish school for another hour….you could do a good scrubbing in that amount of time!' She joked. 'Thank you dear…I shall go and have a wee rest'. She told her before limping out of the room.

Rachel sighed. Being a maid was good pay at times, but sometimes she just didn't enjoy having to be somebody's slave. But she had to grin and bear it, money was money, and she and Ross needed it. Even if Ross was working full time himself, they were just about coping on that income, if she stopped working then they would be very poor indeed and that was another reason why she didn't want to rush into marriage, but she didn't have much of a choice.

Resting on the cold floor, the couple laid on their fronts in front of the fire, to make themselves feel warmer from the cold weather outside. They were resting on their front, their bodies were almost symmetric as they lay with their faces towards each other and their hands clasped together on the floor. It was an image, the image painted every evening as they both arrived home from work. After their meal, they would just sit for hours gazing at one another by the fire and talk about the future. Rachel sighed as her eyes began to look at the floor, 'Ross?'. She whispered to him, it was so quiet that she didn't want to break the silence. 'Yeah?'. He replied, moving a centimetre closer to his fiancée.

'You wont….you wont leave me will you?' She asked him.

'What's brought this on Honey?' He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes.

'Nothing…just answer the question Ross'. She asked him again.

He cupped her chin in his left palm, and told her. 'I'll never leave you Rachel….'. He then stroked her rosy cheek, and kissed her cheek lightly. 'Never…'. He told her again.

She began to cry. 'I'm sorry….'

'For what?'

'For having to ask you…'. She cried again.

'Well you don't need to ask again…because I wont leave you'. He promised her again, his thumb now rubbing her cheek, stopping the tears drop from her face.

She draped her arms around him, 'I love you'.

'Oh I love you too…' He told her. Her skin felt so warm as it was pressed against his body, her tears were beginning to soak the neck of his jumper. His hand was placed against her back, he felt her breathing become calmer as she began to stop the crying. 'You ok?' He asked. She didn't say anything, but he felt her move as if to say yes, she was.

He ran his hand slowly further down her back till it reached her spine, just above her bottom. He would often find himself feeling desperate to make love to her, and to just feel every part of her body. But he couldn't, not till they got married. But the thought often slipped from his mind as his imagination began to take over. His right hand slid onto her bottom, but he didn't move it, he didn't want to alarm her. 'Ross?'. She said.

'Yeah?'.

She didn't say anything, but she tried to move his hand away from her bottom, but it wouldn't budge. 'Don't..' She told him.

So he did as she wanted, he moved his hand away and repositioned it on her back again.

'We don't have to wait long…' She reminded him.

'I know…'. He agreed. 'I just love you so much…'.

She released herself from his arms and looked up at him, 'I love you too but I don't want it to happen that way…and it shouldn't happen that way, you know that…' She told him, kissing his bottom lip softly.

'I know, I'm sorry..'.

'Don't be sorry. Just be patient …' She told him, before lifting his arm up and placing it around her to keep herself warm.