Let Me In ( Anne with an E fanfic)

Chapter 14

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The next few days, Gilbert successfully avoided Anne's scissors, but his excuses were running thin. He really did not want his hair being cut by her (the memory he'd made a reference to very fresh on his mind) and had just accepted because he had thought she would stop her teasing. Which she hadn't.

Other than suggesting the cut at any time he was around, Anne had kept busy, trying to follow Gilbert's suggestion. So she started taking more pictures. Of their teas (two cups looked better than one), of her walk, of anything she could think of and published at least one every day. Gilbert scrolled through his timeline with a silly smile on his face when he was free and Fred looked over his shoulder at the latest of Anne's activities.

"You know you can just follow her?" Gilbert asked at some point.

"It's much more fun to look at them with you. I get all the reactions," his friend replied, winking.

"Who are you talking about?" asked a nurse student who was just entering the staff room. Gilbert felt his ears go red. "You've looked much happier lately, dr. Blythe, is your wife finally home?"

"What?" Gilbert asked, stupefied. Of all questions...

"Finally! She is back. Wanna look at her, Giselle?" Fred answered, taking his phone off his hand before he reacted. "Isn't she a beauty?"

"Ohhh she definitely is! Look at that hair! I can see why you were always pinning for her. I'm glad for you, dr. Blythe," she said. "Love her posts, as well, she has such a good eye," she commented, scrolling down on her feed. "No pictures with you, though."

"We've... been apart a long time," he said, stuttering. How could he get out of this now? He shot a murderous look at Fred.

"Oh, Giselle, you could always follow her, I know she wouldn't mind," Fred said sweetly and Gilbert kicked him under the table. Hard.

"Oh, I will! Her pictures are so pretty!" she said, taking out her phone and typing down her username as a group of her nurse friends came into the room. "Girls! Look at this, dr. Blythe's wife! She has the greatest instagram. What is her name?"

"Anne..." Gilbert mumbled, so uncomfortable, looking at his salad as the nurses started all following Anne, commenting about all the features he knew by heart. He didn't need a group of twenty-year-olds to tell him Anne was beautiful, or that her freckles were perfect or that her eyes were an incredible shade of blue. He knew all that and some more and hearing about it only made himself blush. They returned his phone, finally, and decided to go for coffee. Fred snickered. "You owe me big time, Freddie."

"You set that up on yourself when you started wearing that thing, I warned you then it would go out of control. I'll follow her now. Comment everything," Fred answered, absolutely nonplussed, as he stood to wash his things. Gilbert groaned as his phone buzzed.

**Carrots (12:23): Hey, dr. Blythe, know anything about five nurses suddenly following me on instagram? 🤔

**Gilbert Blythe (12:23): It's all Fred's doing 🙄 Don't look at me.

**Carrots (12:23): Yeah, right. They look sweet.

**Gilbert Blythe (12:24): They're all students, the cutest. Seem so young I feel weird around them.

**Carrots (12:24): Because you're oldddddd nearing the dreary 30s!! 👴 👴 👴

**Gilbert Blythe (12:25): Shut it 😒 You're not that young either.