Let Me In ( Anne with an E fanfic)

Chapter 32

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**Gilbert Blythe (11:49): Anne-girl. I just talked with Dr. Oak. She can have you this Friday around half past five, after regular patients, or then if you don't mind waiting for a regular appointment it would be two weeks from today, first available at 15:30.

**Carrots (11:53): Would she really stay late for me?

**Gilbert Blythe (11:54): She offered. She's been kind of a mentor all these years, so don't feel bad about it.

**Carrots (11:54): Ok. Friday then 😊 Go work, dr. Blythe.

**Gilbert Blythe (11:55): I'm going to lunch, actually. Love you 😘 Fred says hi, btw.

"Oy, Blyhte, drop your silly face and answer me, did you bring lunch today?" Fred asked him, probably for the third time. Gilbert looked at him.

"Eh... No, I didn't," he said. "You did?" Fred shook his head. "Ok, so..."

"Tims?" Gilbert laughed. "I honestly can't think of anything else, other than the cafeteria, and I can't stand the food there."

"Tims it is," Gilbert answered. "So healthy. Sandwich, doughnuts and a coffee for lunch, yum."

"Anne is a bad influence, just so you know," Fred commented. "Six months ago that was your regular fare."

"Six months ago I didn't particularly care much about what went through my mouth, and I was a fraction of the person I am today. So don't push it, Wright," he warned, but he was smiling the whole time. Fred shook his head.

"I saw you were talking with Dr. Oak a bit ago? Got you interested in the whole family thing? They could grow together, you know?"

"You don't have to convince me, Fred. Try to convince the redhead and see if you live to tell. No, it was actually for the opposite, Anne mentioned she'd rather see a doctor to see options, so I was seeing if Emily could have her at some point. She's coming Friday," Gilbert explained. "I just remembered, I have to go to have the test taken..." he commented, as he came to the realisation that he still had to do the weekly covid test. At least his nose was used to it now.

"Covid? I thought you were on Thursdays."

"I was, until I went on holiday. Now it has moved to every Monday, I just have to remember so I can change the habit," he replied, rubbing his temples, an annoying headache after sitting in front of the computer researching treatment options for a difficult case.

"I'm telling you, Blythe. Your headaches aren't normal," Fred said. Gilbert was about to speak when he shushed him. "Don't even deny it? Honestly, there's no shame in using glasses, if that's what it is... And if you truly hate them there's always contacts."

"I don't have anything against glasses, I just don't think they're necessary. Yes, I tire myself reading, but who doesn't?"

"People who acknowledge their poor eyesight?" Fred countered. "Honestly, you just like to suffer. Please check yourself up? If it's not your sight, better to know quickly what's going on inside you."

"I don't like to suffer," Gilbert mumbled as he took out his phone after feeling a buzz in his pocket. Maybe Fred was right and he should book an appointment.

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"Oh look at how happy and in love you look..." Fred said as Gilbert slid the notification to see what Anne had published now. It wasn't even a picture of them in Montreal, but a selfie she had taken weeks ago in the apartment, around the days where they had finally got together. They were in pajamas, her hair a mess, each with a cup of coffee, in the most domestic photo he could ever imagine. But it was just them. Truly them, in all comfort and happiness of knowing they finally were together.