A/N: I think it is safe to say that there needs to be more Garden fanfics! I wanted to do one myself after watching the movie and rereading the book. This is just a bit of a fic, chapter 1, based off both the 1993 movie version and the novel. If you would like to me to continue let me know! This is my first fanfic for but I hope to write more in the future.
These days Mary merely waddled around the upper levels of the big old mansion on the moors. The bump that was her stomach grew daily, confining her to keep indoors, even on the nicest of days. Her cousin would be coming home soon after his extensive travels. Mary laughed at the thought of him. Colin used to be as sour as she herself once was. Even more sour, some would say, than Mary was as a little girl arriving on the ship from India. One couldn't really blame her for being the way she was as a small child. Her father was always away, doing business for the British government. Her mother only cared for lavish parties and gorgeous gowns. Mary's Ayah had been the only company she ever had in those days.
Mary shook her head, pushing those thoughts to the deepest recesses of her mind. Dear old Colin was coming home after being away so long! The weather didn't feel her joy or happiness, however. For the third straight day in a row it poured down rain, the same warm, Yorkshire rain that Mary use to dispise. On days like these Mary wished she had company. Martha had gone off and gotten married. She was the mother of two little children, with the third one on the way already. Martha and her husband lived in the village of Thwaite, where she was a housewife. The new serving girl, Anne, was sixteen. She had been at Misselthwaite Manor for a mere six months and already batting her lashes at the stable boys. Mary thought back to those days. She only had eyes for one man. All of the stable boys seem to have eyes for her. Mary never paid them any mind. As she blossomed into a young woman, the child Mrs. Medlock once described as a "plain piece of goods" became as beautiful as her mother and aunt before her. From the moment Mary first laid eyes on this man she knew he would be the one that would one day steal her heart. Mary could only hope that he would feel the same
With the only company she had being her thoughts and memories, Mary settled down in her makeshift dining area to eat her breakfast, waiting for her cousin to come home...
