A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Life gets crazy you know? So I received an exciting phone call from mister Gavin Lee himself the other night. Oh yes, we talked on the phone for a few minutes, and I have an amazing friend to thank for getting him on there to talk to me. She also got me a signed note from Ashley Brown (but couldn't get her on the phone much to my dismay) so my life is pretty much awesome right now. If any of you have facebook, I put it in as my homepage on my profile and once you add me you'll notice a note I wrote about the conversation he and I had. Anyhoo, enough name dropping, sorry this took so long but I'm back with a vengeance so get those eyeballs ready to devour more awesome MP fanfiction! Reviews are more than welcome!

There it was, just as he had seen it before. Bert smiled as he stood at the gate of Number 26 Andrew Lane. It was a small home, two stories, although not very wide. It was painted white, with forest green shutters. Bert was delighted to find that there was a 'For Sale' sign in the window, and he knew that this day was the day to finally make it his. He opened the gate and went up the short walk, noting the home had a garden in the front that he was sure Mary would enjoy. He knocked on the door, and a fragile elderly woman answered.

"Hello there, how can I help you?" she smiled sweetly, having to crane her neck to look up at Bert. The woman had to be only five foot, and Bert's height wasn't helping the situation. He smiled and removed his cap.

"My name's Bert mum, and I noticed your sign in the window."

"Oh yes! Were you interested in the house?"

"I'm very interested, I have been for a while now."

"Well come in, come in. Have a seat and I'll get the paperwork," she smiled, showing Bert into the small parlor. As Bert sat down, she went into the other room and upon her return, had a small stack of papers that she put on the coffee table before Bert. Bert looked down at the information as the small woman took a seat across from him. He frowned upon seeing the price.

"What is it?" the small woman asked with a smile.

"Well, pardon my saying mum, but I can't afford it. You see, I've just been engaged and I was hoping to buy this house for my fiance, but after the wedding and all-"

"Oh you're getting married? Well that's just lovely. There's nothing like being in love. Tell me, do you really love her?" the elderly lady smiled.

"More than she could ever imagine mum," Bert smiled back.

"Well, how much have you got?"

"I'm just 200 pounds short of your asking price mum," Bert said sheepishly.

"Well don't you worry about it," she smiled.

"Oh but mum I couldn't ask you-"

"You didn't ask me, I want you to have it for that much. A nice gentleman like you needs a good home to have so he has someplace to love his wife. It'll be perfect for the two of you. You still want it right?"

"Oh of course. Wow, well thank ya mum," Bert said with a grin as he stood up to shake the woman's hand.

"It's no problem dearie, just sign here...yes that's good. Now when can you give me payment?"

"I've got a cheque all written out here if that's alright."

"Perfectly alright. Well, the place is yours. I'll have everything out in a week's time. I hope that's alright?"

"Just fine, the wedding is in thirteen days, and it's a gift to her, thought I'm so excited I might spoil it by bringing her here before then."

"Sounds like a good idea to me young man. Thank you very much!" the elderly woman smiled as she showed him out the door. As Bert smiled and looked at the house that was now his, and Mary's of course, he couldn't have been more overjoyed.

Meanwhile, Mary had made it back to Uncle Albert's after more interrogation from Jane and Michael. She couldn't help but smile as she walked in the front door and began putting away her things. Why she had ever been nervous to talk to Jane and Michael seemed silly now. She was, after all, no longer their nanny. Of course, Mary had always seemed to be more than just a nanny to Jane and Michael.

"How did it go?" Uncle Albert asked as she entered the room.

"Oh fine, a little daunting at first but, you know Jane and Michael," Mary said with a fond smile.

"Good. Well now what?"

"I'm not sure. I feel so useless. I wish Bert would give me something to do, some way to help. I suppose I should get to work on my dress-" Mary stopped short as she now realized the amount of work she had ahead of her. She had nearly forgotten about her dress!

"What's the matter?" Uncle Albert asked, concerned.

"I haven't even started on my dress!" she exclaimed as rushed upstairs and began pulling sewing items out of her carpetbag. Uncle Albert entered the room to find her rummaging through her things, and Mary looked up. Uncle Albert raised one eyebrow.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" he said.

"All my things are right here, I'll have to go get some fabric but after than it'll be a snap-" Mary stopped short and Uncle Albert proceeded to raise both eyebrows. "Oh. Yes I had forgotten," Mary said sheepishly.

"You really are a mess when-"

"Oh don't start that again."

"Well, let me know if I can help. Though I doubt it," Uncle Albert mumbled as he went downstairs. Mary sighed and began putting away all her sewing items. Mary was never one for headaches, but today had already been so exhausting and she was under a lot of stress, so it was no surprise that when she sat in her chair in the corner her head began to throb. Mary groaned and began massaging her temples as she closed her eyes.

"Now wot's the big idea? I make sure you have nothing to do but relax all say and here you are moaning with an 'eadache."

"I don't think you understand Bert," Mary sighed, not bothering to open her eyes. "I like being busy, it's what I do. I attend to things, and you're attending to everything. Not that I don't appreciate it or admire you for it, but I just like to be busy doing things. That's all."

"Are you saying it's stressful for you to relax?" Bert chuckled.

"Oh stop it," Mary grinned, opening her eyes to see Bert with a wide grin on his face and assorted papers in his hands.

"Just teasing you. 'Ow did it go with the Banks children?"

"Fine, fine. They're all invited to the wedding. What are those papers?"

"These? Oh nothing," Bert smirked, putting them in his pocket. "Minor wedding details."

"Mmm hmm," Mary smiled, knowing there was more to it, but not bothering to ask.

"'Ow about a kiss to remedy that headache?"

"I don't know, are you sure it will cure me?"

"Of being clumsy? No," Bert smiled a wicked grin.

"Now that remark is simply not fair, not true, and not helping your case to wrangle a kiss out of me," Mary sniffed.

"Who said I was trying to wrangle a kiss out of you?" Bert said, pretending to be offended.

"Don't you press your advantage with me mister."

"Press my advantage? What advantage?"

"The fact that I find you attractive and the fact that you know it. That advantage."

"Wasn't aware of that one. I thought it was my rapier wit."

"You would know."

"Well? Don't you want one?"

"What? A kiss or a rapier wit? Because personally I find my witticisms to be-" Mary was cut short as Bert pulled her in close and kissed her. He stepped back and looked into her eyes for a moment, then went in for more.

"Mmmm...what...nnn...will I do...about...my dress?" Mary said between breaths. Bert stopped kissing her and thought for a moment.

"Well, technically it's all been taken care of."

"What?"

"I've already got the gown being made by Miss Seville."

"Oh Bert! I love her gowns! But you're not supposed to see the dress before-"

"I'm not supposed to see you in the dress. Don't worry. Say, is that why you've been under so much stress?"

"Well..."

"Come on now Mary. You expected me to borrow your talents to let you make a wedding dress magic-less and in two weeks? And you're supposed to be the smart one," he grinned.

"You think you're incredibly funny, don't you?"

"You do too, you just won't say it out loud. It's ok, you don't have to tell me for me to know it," Bert smiled.

"Stop feeding your own ego and kiss me again," Mary said with a smile.

"You're not helping the matter," he laughed, leaning in to kiss Mary once again.

Ta da! So after blabbering on and on about the musical with my friend who just went to see it, she made me realize how much of an amazing couple Gavin and Ashley would be. I mean, the almost romance they have on stage is phenomenal. My friend was going on and on about how cute they were together and the almost kissing bits they have on stage when my mind wandered and I just pictured Bert and Mary passionately making out. I'm going to chalk it up to hormones and call it a day, but if there's excessive kissing between the two in my stories now, that may be why. Hope you enjoyed it, now I've gotta go polish my next chapter for "Still Got It."

Love, Elizabeth

p.s. My name is not Elizabeth Lakecrest on facebook so if you go try to be my friend don't be surprised haha.