[Set after the events of "Mary Poppins Returns"] - After the afternoon at the Spring Fair, Jack and Jane are both hopelessly in love with each other though neither of them has spoken the words yet. They agree on taking a walk together every single day after Jack's morning rounds, and every walk they fall even more in love... - Just a cute fic with loads of fluffy moments cuz though this couple was the absolute cutest in the movie, I couldn't help thinking about what would happen next between them. Hope y'all are gonna like it!

This is part two of my series "What tomorrow may bring" about the lives of Jane and Jack after the events of Mary Poppins Returns. It's the sequel to "Side by Side." You don't have to read that book to understand this one, but it's one book full of fluff so you could give it a go if you want! :) One year after the end of WOII the lives of the Banks family haven't yet gone back to normal. Jack survived the war, but has lost the sparkle in his eyes. Jane has been raising their three children all by herself, and is yet to get used to having her shoulder to cry on back. Times are tough for the Banks family and there is only one person who can fix them. I don't own Mary Poppins (Returns) or it's characters. Only the plot of this story and my OC's. All rights go to Disney.

author's note as of 2021: my writing has drastically improved since i made this years and years ago. the only reason i find it in myself to keep this up is because this fandom holds a special place in my heart and fics like these got me to write! so, whoever you are, enjoy this relic n it's weird-ass history. <3 blue ❝nothing. what a peculiar word, isn't it?- it can mean everything and anything at the same time.❞

author's note as of 2021: my writing has drastically improved since i made this years and years ago. the only reason i find it in myself to keep this up is because this fandom holds a special place in my heart and fics like these got me to write! so, whoever you are, enjoy this relic n it's weird-ass history. <3 blue if you do not let your story unfold, all you are left with are words untold