Let Me In ( Anne with an E fanfic)

Chapter 51

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The next day after discovering they were going to be parents, Anne was trying to concentrate. After knitting the fox booties and having started the small blanket for baby Alicia some days before, she felt her knitting impulse in full swing and was attempting a tiny cardigan to go with the booties. She knit in the afternoon, trying to keep her other projects for the daytime. If she was going to work from home... she was going to have limits. Even if it was her self-employed project she didn't know if it would work or not.

Only Gilbert was definitely not helping with her knitting concentration, with all his interruptions. She had lost count of the stitches for about the third time when she looked up to him. His brow was furrowed and he had those cute glasses on, looking at her from the other end of the sofa. All sweatpants and shirtless glory after his shower.

"What? I'm sorry, Gil, I'm just trying to... What were you saying?"

"Your vitamins, did you have them today?"

"I did. I told you weeks ago, I do have the habit nailed down by now. I'm just... Can I just count to make sure I'm doing this right? Please? I'll be all ears after that," she said, trying not to feel exasperated at his obnoxious worrying. He bit his lip and tried to focus on his book again, but couldn't help to steal glances at her. She looked so perfect, cozy with that blanket over the skirt she was wearing and all those yarns and... "Gilbert! Stop staring, I am trying to concentrate here!"

"Sorry..." he muttered and got up, flustered. "I'll prepare some tea. Anything you want?"

"Anything, Gil, thank you," she said, smiling at him. "Sorry. I've just counted this more times than I could even think possible and I'm annoyed by now. Every time I get a different number."

"Here, let me do it. You're already mixing numbers in your head," he said, walking to where she was and extending his hand. She gave him the thing, because he was right. She got up and stretched as he counted quickly, efficiently. "110, does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, thanks," she said, sighing and leaving it next to her on the sofa. "Let's go make tea then, Gilbert," she added as she stretched a little bit more. Gilbert bit his lip.

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to take you away from your knitting," he said. She shrugged and passed past him in the direction of the kitchen and he followed her.

"You totally did, Gil. It's alright, I could use a break... I've been at it for a while now," she said laughing as she filled the kettle.

"What is it that you're making?" he asked, looking for a couple of mugs and some tea bags.

"A cardigan. To go with the fox booties..." she explained, jumping to the counter as he rested in the opposite one, like that day so long ago when he had gone out and come late at night. When she had been doing yoga, and then there he was, giving her the hottest kisses ever and she still felt so much in conflict with herself. So afraid of screwing everything she didn't dare go with what she really wanted. He was looking at her in the eyes as she trailed off.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, feeling the slight blush on her cheeks could not be related in any way to cardigans and fox booties, much as he loved them already. She shook her head a tad too quickly and he smirked, knowing there was something behind all that. "Tell me, Carrots, what was in your mind?"

"Nothing, Gil," she said. The kettle bipped and he ignored it, his eyes still boring into hers.

"I know you, Anne-girl. You were thinking of something that has you all pretty and blushed and I'm just curious," he said, letting go of the counter and walking two steps to where she was. He held her hand softly, smiling at her. "What is it?"