You Know My Name, Not My Story

Something Old XV: England

Alice's POV

~In England, Summer, 1799~
We've finally arrived in London. The first weeks, I stayed in my house with my family and packed all my room with the help of Philip and we also helped them pack the whole house a little bit but there was still things to pack.

My father let us go after those few weeks.

I didn't exactly know where the cottage of the Church's were but as soon as we arrived, I realised that it was not too far from my house. Maybe an hour away.

It was a beautiful small house with two floors. Lots of vegetation was covering the outside walls but it was very beautiful and pleasant to look at.

We opened the door and put our bags down.

We were too excited.

We checked around. There was two bathrooms, one big kitchen, the living room with a fire place, three bedrooms, a library and a small office area.

Philip looked at me a bit shyly and blushed as soon as I looked at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked him worried.

"So we are going to use only one bedroom?" he asked quietly and looked down to not show me he was blushing even more.

I blushed as well because I never realised that we never actually slept in the same room or same bed before.

I just nodded and he smiled and held me up in the hair and kissed my nose.

We unpacked and then went downstairs to see what we had to eat for dinner since it was already around 6PM. There was some potatoes, cheese, small bacon pieces and onions. I exactly knew what I had to do.

"Have you ever tasted my special tartiflette?" I asked him in a happy tone.

"What's that? Sounds french." he said and laughed.

"It is indeed French! Its some kind of gratin with potatoes, bacon and onion, it's really delicious!" I said.

"Mmmm! Sounds good to me. How do we make it? Now way you're doing it alone!" he said and attached a cooking apron to his waist.

"Come. It's easy." I said as he put another apron on my neck and tied it from the back.

We put it in the oven for over twenty minutes.

I sat down on the couch and Philip lit up the fire place and then walked away to the cupboard.
A few minutes later, he came back holding a bottle of red wine in his hands.

I looked at him with dead eyes.

"What are you doing?" I shouted at him.

"Come on, it's our first night alone we should celebrate it!" he said trying to convince me.

I sighed and even though I always hated to see him drink, I had no problem doing so.

"Alright, but just a little bit and for you too!" I said and smiled as he agreed.
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Dinner was really good and Philip loved it. He told me he would make it to his family when we go back in America.

We cleaned the dishes and headed back to the couch. I only said a little bit of wine but we were already finished with our second glass.

We were not used to get alcohol at all so we were already a little too chill and quite dizzy.

We cuddled for a while and we both fell asleep on the couch until Philip woke up and brought me back in our bed.
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The next day, I woke up in his arms. It was probably one of the best nights of my whole life. I played with his hair and he groaned and opened his eyes.