Let Me In ( Anne with an E fanfic)

Chapter 52

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"Gil, I'm pretty sure I can handle the supermarket," Anne insisted, laughing. They were on the bed, talking about her worries of the morning sickness situation escalating and her wish to go outside and to buy groceries before going to the Wright's in the afternoon. They had woken up early, after Anne had rushed for what seemed like the tenth time to the toilet (even if it probably had been just the second in the whole night). And snuggling after she hadn't been able to keep down much of breakfast was nice, so now she was leaning against his chest, completely relaxed, and he had his arms wrapped around her.

He still found it a bit hard to believe they were actually going to be parents, but having shared it with Fred the previous afternoon made it somehow more real. Receiving Ella's message later in the night (and showing it to Anne) even more so. They were going to be parents. Apparently. For real.

"I just know it was a major trigger for Mary's nausea. That's why I mentioned it," he said softly. "I don't even know why I know so many details if I was already here, but I have the distinct memory of Bash telling me how she had had to run to the washroom."

"Well, what about this? We try going, and if for some reason I happen to be as sensitive as Mary, then I just go and wait for you in the car... It's not a big deal, right?" she countered, yawning.

"That could make sense," he conceded. "I can also keep buying the groceries, like I did back when we were on lockdown."

"This might surprise you, but I enjoy going to buy groceries. Especially with you. And with us still so cautious about where we're going and everything... which I don't mind, really, I just think it's nice being able to go."

"Alright. Let's go buy groceries," Gilbert said. She nodded and turned to kiss his chest, smiling. "So you want to go now? The day seems really nice for some reason... Not as cold as the previous ones. Warm and everything."

"In five more minutes...?" she asked, curling against him as she closed her eyes.

They were out about half an hour later, as Anne had fallen asleep again and Gilbert had decided to read from the book he had in the nightstand instead of trying to move her or wake her. She was feeling good, the fresh water and sunny day energizing, and she told Gilbert as they walked down the first aisle she was feeling well. Maybe a highlight of wearing the facemask inside, or of her being much less sensitive than Mary, she didn't know... But she was still grateful.

She was selecting some veggies as Gilbert chose some apples ( that he could confidently do) when he heard someone greet him. Looking up from the fruit, he found one of his students, the smile evident even if under the mask.

"Professor Blythe! How are you?"

"Great, Smith," he replied, a little taken aback. He hadn't been expecting to be called "professor" on a late Saturday morning in the supermarket, wearing shorts (so what, he was stubborn, the weather was still nice! Kind of!) and not his usual bowtie-suspenders work attire. "How are you?"

They entered into a small conversation (apparently, the student actually had a question) and Anne soon came with the fabric bags she had gotten so she could bypass the plastic ones from the supermarket filled with the veggies they would eat that week. She put them in the cart and smiled at Gilbert.

"Oh, I didn't know you were with your wife, professor. I'm so sorry," Smith excused himself. Anne laughed softly, still thinking it ridiculous that everyone in that hospital equaled her to that abstract idea of Gilbert's wife.