A collection of short love stories from a different time, different place and whole other world entirely. All stories are written purely for escapism. Everything is fictional and are not intended to offend or resemble actual events, places and inci...
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Summer, 1946
The war, however marring and agonizingly long, it reached its end. Soon after it had been officially declared last year, parties flood the town. She and Matthew got married, all their promises of the future aligning into place. Matthew brought them a house just across the street from her parents'. And he also opened his own clinic downtown. His grandfather was giving him everything he could, although he declined most of them. Their lives will never be the same. He wouldn't be eating either. Not after what he just gone through.
But he tries to make her understand. At night, when Luke is already tucked in bed, they'd stay up and talk. Even when it breaks her heart, she listens intently as he tells her everything he went through during the time he had been a prisoner of war.
She would cry. And then she'd thank him for giving her a part of his pain. For granting her a piece of himself that he wouldn't to others. He'd snuggled her and she would trace kisses on the scars on his chest.
They wouldn't have to forget the dark times the war had brought them. They were stronger with it. And more grateful every passing day where they could reach for the other side of the bed and find one another.
They were stronger and happier. Especially now that they had another baby on the way. They just told their families. Nicholas and Lauren had been busy with their own family. They had a daughter they named Annie. James and Catherine had two more children after Daphne. Lucas and Susannah had surprisingly taken interest on each other, yet no one had acknowledged it.
Their lingering glances had shown more when they all came together to celebrate her mother's birthday at their parents' house. The children played in the backyard, Lucas and Susie keeping watch.
They danced.
Elise slipped to the porch and left the neighbors to dance happily. Matthew came out looking for her. His face thawed in relief when he sees her leaning on the railings. "There you are. What are you doing out here alone?"
"Admiring our house." She grins.
His brows twitched up and regards the house across the street.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She sighed.
Matthew wraps his arms around her, his chest warm on her back. "Not as beautiful as you are, sweetheart."
She smiles at that.
His hand covers her belly as he kisses her ear. "Do you think it's Olivia this time?"
She gives a little shrug and joined his hand. "What if it's a boy?"
He chuckles. "Well, then it's Oliver."
She turns around to look at him. "You have it all figured out."
"I make it my sole purpose in life to map out tomorrows only with you." He guides her arms to his neck. "Can I have this dance?"
She leaned to the tips of her toes and pecked his nose. "The first and last."
His hand went to her waist, his forehead on hers. "I love you so much, Elise."
"I love you too. With all that I am and with all I want to be."
"You don't have to be anything else," he whispers, dipping his head a little so their lips were just inches apart. "You're the love of my life and that's that."
THE END
For my grandma Felisa who filled my head with her beautiful stories of the past
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