When the daylight shines into Gilbert's room, he simply groans and turns over, successfully covering his eyes with the pillow. He goes to bring the blanket over his head, tugging hard at the warm fabric, when the blanket doesn't move, his fist shoots up, slamming into the wall. He yells out a mix between, "Oh!" and "Ow!" in pain.
Anne hears him shout, and she gets out of bed, stalking out of her room. Through the crack in the door, she sees Gilbert rubbing his knuckles. She pushes the door open wider, gaining a clear view of his curly hair, which is matted to his forehead. His nightshirt not tied at the neck, revealing his chest a bit.
Anne laughs, guessing at what happened, "What a fine way to start off the day."
Gilbert lifts his eyes to hers, laughing humourlessly, "Don't you think so?" Anne just smiles and leans her head on the door frame. Gilbert adjusts his position so he's sitting indian style. He motions for her to come sit on the bed with a tilt of his head.
Anne perches at the foot of Gilbert's bed. "Hopefully your day started out better."
Anne lifts his hand out of his lap, rubbing his sore knuckles. "Well, it started with someone hitting a wall, then yelling when they hit the wall."
Gilbert looks at her apologetically, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.
After a few minutes of sitting like that, Anne looks toward the doorway, "I'll go make us some breakfast."
Gilbert creases his brow for a second. "No, no, let me make breakfast."
Anne blinks at him in surprise, her whole life, she had been told, when she got married, she would cook for her husband, and do everything he wants her to do. Anne kisses his knuckles and whispers, "I would love that."
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After Anne gets dressed, she saunters down the stairs, the smell of freshly cooked eggs filling her nose. When she ambles into the kitchen, Gilbert looks up from the pan of eggs, smiling brightly at the redhead. The sun shines in through the window, catching his dark curls, and his smile, making Anne's world pause for a few moments.
Her heart hammers, trying to make up for the several beats it missed. Oh, no, I think I'm falling in love with Gilbert Blythe.
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