Solovey {COMPLETED}

Part 5

We lied on Arthur's bed roll, smoking in silence. The quiet was welcome in these times. Times when all you heard were shouts and screams accompanying the gun shots.

˝Are you thinking 'bout somethin', love?˝ Arthur broke the silence.

˝No, not really. You?˝ I answered.

˝About you, love.˝ I laughed.
˝Ey, don't laugh. I have a reasons.˝ He defended himself. I was still laughing.

˝Alright, explain your reasons.˝ I looked up at him with a smile.

˝I'm just wondering how you ended up here. As in, how did you, a perfect angel, end up in France, laughing in a trench with a soldiers arms wrapped around you?˝ He laughed out and I giggled.

˝Let me tell you something, Arthur. I have no idea.˝ I laughed as well.

As we laughed, grumbles erupted around us. That made us laugh harder, but we eventually stopped.

December 1917.

We sat together, a flask in each of our hands, ready to toast. Cigarettes hung from our lips, smoke pouring out. The our around us was thick and the silence rung in our ears.

My head rested on Arthurs shoulder and a blanket was wrapped around our bodies. His hand was on my hip, his thumb drawing circles on the fabric.

˝When Joseph was an old man,
an old man was he.
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee.˝

I started to sing, not able to handle the heavy silence.

˝As Mary said to Joseph were walking one day
To an orchard of cherry trees
They happen to stray.˝

John joined me on the second verse, quietly singing along.

˝Then Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild
'Pick me some cherries, Joseph,
for I am with child'˝

Freddie joined the tow of us, his voice soft and quiet.

˝Then Joseph flew angry, so angry flew he
'Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee'˝

Thomas joined our forming chair, his voice added a depth of it's own. I looked up at Arthur, who was already looking at me.

˝Then spoke up lord Jesus from in his mothers womb
'Bow low down, cherry trees, bow down to the ground'˝

And so. Arthur joined us, his deep voice ringing in my ears.

˝And the cherry trees bowed down, bowed low to the ground
And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood round

Then Joseph he kneeled down and a question gave he
'Come tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday shall be'

'On the fifth day of January my birthday shall be
And the stars in the heaven shall all bow down to me'˝

As our song came to an end, we looked at our watches. It was midnight.

˝Merry Christmas, everyone!˝ I said on the top of my lungs. Murmured responses were heard from everywhere around me. Arthur pulled me to him, kissing me.

˝Merry Christmas, Arthur.˝ I said with a soft smile, pecking his lips.

˝Merry Christmas, love1˝ He said pulling me in for another kiss.

3rd PoV

Arthur and Monica walked away to go to sleep and Tommy, Freddie and John were left alone.

˝They really got along, ey?˝ John said with a snicker in his voice.

˝At least they're happy, right?˝ Said Freddie getting up. Tommy hummed.

˝But they shouldn't get too attached. Either of them could die any day.˝ He said, taking a cigarette and lighting it.