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Chapter 2.

Disclaimer - Same as Chapter one...well except Fabian

Liesl sat in her old room. The bedding was washed and dried; her childhood was spent in this room. Being the oldest she had her own room since she was thirteen, although she never minded sharing a room for the past five years.

She met Fabian four years ago when she decided to work for a seamstress in the village that they lived in, to help with money so they could survive. Even though they were never short of money, she still liked to help out.

She met Fabian when he came to get some shirts and pants hemmed and mended. It was fate some would say. Later that week he saw her again at a picnic with her brothers and sisters Louisa wouldn't stop teasing her, when Fabian came up to her and they started to talk. They liked the same type of books and food they talked forever an hour though to them it seemed endless.

Now four years later, and back in Austria, their wedding was in three months and nothing was planned at all. The abbey was where she hopefully was to be married, like Maria and her father. But the flowers and the guests, cake, food, and everything else still had to figured out and done.

"Liesl?" Fabian knocked at her door.

Liesl went to open the door and opened it.

"I thought you might like to go for a walk, maybe you can show me some more of the grounds." he said.

Fabian was tall as the captain. He had reddish blond hair, and green eyes and lanky build of muscle.

When Fabian meet and saw Liesl he said it was like he died and went to heaven, since he saw he thought he saw an angel. Liesl blushed every time he said that.

"Sure, just let me get a wrap," she smiled as she found her shawl and closed the door behind her.

Walking hand in hand to the gazebo, she had forgotten about Rolf till now, her first ever kiss came from him. She didn't know what happened to him, or why he helped them escape. Liesl put him out of her mind she had to forget him.

"What's on your mind?" Fabian asked her.

"Nothing, just memories of this place." she said. "I do truly hope that you find this place as a home for you." she said to him.

"My home is with you Liesl, I wouldn't care if we lived in a shack with eight kids to feed, and as long as I have you I'm perfectly happy."

"You want eight kids!?" she looked at him.

"It was a joke Liesl!" he laughed.

"Good coz if you're not sick of my brothers and sisters yet, you will be soon, trust me!"

"They are not that bad Li," he told her.

"You didn't have share a room with a love sick 16 year old making kissy sounds." she looked at him.

Fabian laughed and squeezed her shoulder. In the moonlight you could see them kissing.

"Georg! Where the heck are you?" Maria shouted out into the vast halls of their home.

She was drying her hair with one hand and trying to keep her robe shut at the same time. "Georg Friedrich Peter Von Trapp!"

"Yes dear?" he said with his head popping out of a door way of a room.

"The tap won't shut off," she said sighing.

"Well I better fix it then I suppose?" he asked as he looked at her with a saucy grin. "Need help with anything else?"

"Wipe that grin off your face! I can dress my self perfectly"" she said in a tone that showed she was annoyed at his thoughts.

"I was not thinking anything of that sort" he stated looking like a hurt puppy.

"Your a man and my husband, I know you better then you think Georg." Maria laughed, as they walked back to their bedroom.

Georg just finished fixing the tap, as he walked out of the room. Maria was brushing her hair, she saw the reflection of her husband in her mirror, at 42 he was still robust, and was young looking as he did when they first met. She seen a picture of when he was twenty he didn't look that much different as he did now.

Georg smiled to himself as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, and went to the balcony and looked outside into the night sky. He felt Maria's arms entwine around his waist and kiss his shoulder. He turned around and kissed her on the lips, his hand came in contact with her bare back. It was his favorite nightgown, which he bought for her on their honeymoon, pure white with lace on the edges, delicate straps with a low back.

"Lucas is dead to the world of the awake," she whispered. The youngest had a tendency to enter their room without knocking which could be very annoying and somewhat embarrassing at times.

Georg just grinned and swept her into his arms.

Friedrich sat reading his book in his room. Kurt, his roommate, was fast asleep, snoring. The light wasn't even bothering him as usual.

Isobel? He couldn't get her out of his mind. She was so beautiful, but she was 14. Her father always wanted to kill him. He promised to keep in touch when they left, he would mail her letter in the morning. But it wasn't the same, he looked at her picture with the sparkling face and dancing eyes as she sat on the tire swing.

Her blond hair, and brown eyes her long limbs. She was dancer forever graceful, as she walked, talked, and when she danced it was the most beautiful thing he saw. On her pointed shoes, floating on air like the wind.

Louisa sat talking to Brigitta, giggling like school girls. Okay so Brigitta did get along with her older sister. Some of the time she wasn't all against the male sex. Just half of the time she had her nose stuck in a book she barely noticed the boys who found her pretty. She just was never interested when they were. They jumped on Liesl as she came to their room to talk before going off to sleep.

Marta and Gretl were already asleep the hour before. Gretl was still going on about finding her doll in her sleep. You could here Marta mumbling, telling her sister to hush up.

The house was silent, except for the whispers in the dead of the night.

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Chapter two fini.

I proof read it; I hope it is a bit better.