Long Distance Love Letters

About the Future

As Gilbert Blythe stared up at Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, he decided that she could quite possibly be the most beautiful human being that had ever graced the ground of Avonlea.

Ever since Gilbert and Anne had returned home for the summer, the two had been inseparable. The reality that they would never need to be apart again had finally set it and they became almost obsessed with each other. They tried their best to also spend time with family but it was quite difficult to resist the urge to sneak away together.

They were currently sitting outside the storybook club. Anne was leaning against the small building while Gilbert had comfortably laid his head in her lap. He stared up at her, admiring the way the sunlight wove into her long curls. Anne had taken to wearing her hair down now that she was home and Gilbert loved every second of it.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed, feeling more at peace than ever.

She looked over from her book, saw his closed study book next to him, and gave him a pointed stare, though she was unable to hide her blush.

"You're supposed to be studying," she chastised, rubbing her hand through his hair.

He smiled, reaching up and playing with the loose ends of her hair. "Oh, I'm studying, alright."

She let out a laugh and swatted his arm. "You're bad," she playfully scolded.

He smiled and brought her hand down to trace his jaw, her finger leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"We need to start planning the wedding," she murmured.

"Already?" Gilbert asked in disbelief, kissing her hand as it ran over his lips.

She chuckled. "If we want everything to be ready by August? Yes."

"Oh, I have a really great wedding location," he told her. "It's super close and really cheap."

"Okay, where is it?"

He beckoned her. "Come closer." She leaned down and he whispered his idea to her.

Anne shot up. "Gilbert, we are not getting married in my kitchen!!!"

"Why not?" he asked. They laughed for a solid minute before Anne smiled down at him.

"I guess it could be there," she said, returning her hand to his hair. "It doesn't matter where we are. As long as we get married, it'll be the happiest day of my life."

He smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's very sweet, love, but I was kidding. We're not getting married in a kitchen."

Anne burst out laughing, throwing her head back.

For the rest of the afternoon, their books were completely forgotten.

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AN: hey y'all i know this is a shorter chapter but i was just having the urge to write a fluffy chapter so hope y'all don't mind! love ya lots!!!