Love Lost And Found
This was beyond infuriating. Everything was so much simpler when they were all still teens, and love was confused with infatuation. But now Laurie was a grown man, and more then knew the difference between love and infatuation. Jo had been an infatuation. Amy was the real thing; she was what he presumed he had with Jo.
Laurie placed the quill down upon the desk, before leaning back in the chair he was currently occupying. He was about to scrub a hand across his face, but then remembered his hands were covered in black ink. Not only were they covered in ink, his right hand was cramped from its constant, none stop usage, in the last hour and a half.
He had begun then started all over again, after disposing of the inappropriate drafts. It had taken eight sheets of parchment to prefect the finished and final letter. All of the scrunched up parchment, now littering the floor in little balls, was testament to the infuriation Laurie had spent the last hour and a half enduring.
He would not give up. No matter how many letters and rolls of parchment, black ink stained and cramped hands he had to endure, or rejected proposals; Amy March would be his wife. He was in love with her, and wanted her to be Mrs Laurence, and wanted it to be she who glowed and looked radiant, as her stomach swelled and rounded with his children.
When he closed his eyes and truly just let his mind drift, he could clearly see a slightly older Amy, radiant in all of her fair haired and blue eyed splendour, surrounded by the most beautiful blond haired, brown eyed children, and brown haired blue eyed children, and children with features a beautiful combination of both Amy's and his own.
He opened his eyes, and there was a small and sad smile upon his handsome features. She would be his, the woman who would wear his ring and own his last name and carry his heirs. If it was the last thing he ever did, Amy March would be all of those things and so much more.
He leaned forward once more and carefully picked up the parchment that contained his utter most private thoughts and promises for Amy's viewing, and her viewing only. The ink he was please to note had dried completely. He happily rolled up the parchment carefully.
He then stood, stretching as he did. Knowing that as soon as he returned to his father's house next door, he would use candle wax to create the family seal, a seal he hopped with all of his heart would not only represent he and his father, but would one day represent Amy as well.
AN: I realise this chapter is shorter then the previous, but I don't want to over do this scene in my story, its not required nor is necessary.