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The Product of Our Love
This story is about Gilbert's point of view of Anne's first pregnancy.

By Alli

I can't help but to look back as I sit here holding my son- my first-born, and watching my wife sleep with a small smile on her face. While I count every finger and every toe, I'm in awe just thinking that this was the small someone that had been growing inside of my wife's womb for the last nine months. I felt a smile come across my lips as I remembered the events of the past nine months. There had been morning sickness, midnight cravings, emotions running high and even a few silly quarrels. But, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because a beautiful, chubby cheeked, red headed boy came out of it and that alone was worth it.

We had been married for six wonderful months and life seemed to be perfect. It really wasn't that long ago, but it feels like it's been an eternity. I drove home in my buggy like I always did, anxious to see and hold my wife. As I turned down the bumpy dirt road that led to our little house, my heart felt a little lighter thinking about the girl that won my heart. I smiled as I pulled the horses reins; Anne had always been able to lift my spirits. I jumped down from the buggy and walked to the gate. Then, I saw the front door fling open and my favorite red head come skipping down the steps. I chuckled and quickly walked through the gate and caught her in my arms, "You have an unusual spring in your step today Mrs. Blythe." Anne looked at me with those sparkling eyes and smiled, "I've been anxious for you to come home!" I shook my head and put my arm around her waist and began to walk, "Well, I'm home now Anne-girl and I'm ready for a good hot meal."

The evening progressed as it usually did. I ate Anne's delicious dinner and a piece of apple pie. Then we moved to the parlor and she sat down next me on the couch and moved closer to me, "Gil, there's something we need to- I need to talk with you about." I turned so I could look into her eyes. I could always tell if she was about to spring something good or bad on me by looking into her eyes. At that moment, they told me that her news was exciting. I was slightly relieved as I pushed a fallen curl from her cheek and urged her to tell me. She took a deep breath and began to explain, "Well, I haven't been feeling well the past few weeks and I didn't want you to worry so, I went to see Doctor Dave, -and- well, he told me that I was p-pregnant." I froze on the outside for several minutes. But on the inside, my mind was going in several different directions. "Pregnant," I whispered. Anne nodded and searched my eyes, "What do you think?" I didn't answer her question. I just asked dumbly, "You mean, you and I are going to be parents?" Anne nodded, "Yes. Gilbert Blythe, please tell me what you think." I slowly met her eyes and smiled brightly. Eager to hold her, I pulled her into a loving hug and whispered in her ear, "I think that this is absolutely amazing! I love you very much." I heard a small sigh of relief escape Anne's lips, "Oh Gil, I'm so happy you're happy," she pulled back and laughed, "I was terrified that you were going to be angry." I shook my head and placed my hand on her smooth cheek, "You have made me the happiest man in the world Anne." And as she settled back in my arms, I said a silent prayer of thanks to God for blessing us with a child.


Sleep slowly left me. I waited for my eyes to focus and then I turned on my side and looked at the clock; it was 5:30 AM. I looked to Anne's side of the bed and saw that she wasn't there. As I slowly sat up, I called out in a dry, sleepy voice, "Anne?" There was no response. Then a few minutes later, Anne came out of the door that led to the bathroom and slowly climbed back into bed. I noticed she was pale and when I placed my hand on her forehead her skin felt warm and damp, "Are you feeling all right Anne-girl?" She swallowed hard and closed her eyes; "I don't think I've ever been so sick in my entire life." My mind, that had been trained over the past few years to recognize symptoms, immediately pin pointed the problem. One of the first of many pregnancy side effects; morning sickness. I kissed her forehead softly and said quietly, "I'll be right back." I quickly went into the bathroom and wet a washrag and then returned to Anne's side. As I placed the cool rag on her forehead, I said, "Take some deep breaths and just relax. I'm going to fix you some ginger tea. It should help settle your stomach." Anne nodded and continued to fight the nausea.

As I stood in front of the stove and waited for the water to boil, my heart went out to my wife. Sure, I was tired and could have used a little more sleep, but Anne was laying in that bed feeling miserable. Her body and emotions were doing some very uncomfortable things and the least I could do is to be there for her and make her as comfortable as possible. Once the tea was ready, I carried a cup into the bedroom and handed her a cup, "Here, drink this." She smiled wearily and squeezed my hand, "What would I do with out you?" I took this opportunity to gently tease her, "You wouldn't do well with out me Anne-girl." She planted a soft kiss on my cheek, "I love you." I returned the kiss, "I love you too."


I stood in front of the mirror with my face lathered in shaving cream and slowly stroked the razor down my cheek. Then, I saw Anne in the mirror standing behind me. I dunked the razor in the water and brought it down my cheek again, "Hi Anne-girl." "Hi," she murmured and leaned against the wall as her eyes studied me thoughtfully. I sighed and waited for her to speak her mind and then, finally, she spoke up, "May I ask you a question and trust that you'll be completely truthful with me." I smiled slightly and continued to shave, "Of course." She pursed her lips together and then blurted out, "Do you think I look fat?" I dropped my razor and looked at her with my jaw hanging open. My eyes dropped to the tiny bulge that was hidden under her dress. Of course I didn't think she was fat! She just looked.... pregnant." But, how could I tell her that? With her being so emotional lately, she would most certainly twist my words around and make me sound awful! I grabbed a towel and wiped the extra shaving cream off my face and turned to face her and chose my words carefully, "No Anne, I don't think you’re fat. I think you're beautiful." Anne placed her hand on her abdomen, "Have you take a good look at me? Do you need some spectacles? I'm as big as Mrs. Pye!" I groaned and walked past her and into our bedroom to where my shirt was and tugged it on angrily. Anne flopped down on our bed dramatically and whined, "Gilbert, you didn't answer me!" I turned to face her and buttoned up my shirt and replied confidently, "Anne, you are not as big as Mrs. Pye! You have to understand that when a woman is expecting-" Anne cut me off and finished my statement, "Her body and mind go through many changes. Gil, please don't turn into a doctor on me. I want my husband’s honest opinion." I sighed and slowly approached her and sat down next to her on our bed and looked into those gray-green eyes. I gave her a lopsided grin and gently stroked her feather soft hair, "Anne, you know I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world; you can't help but know it. A-and, I will admit that you are growing," and then I added quickly, yet honestly, "but I find you so much more attractive now that you are carrying our child." Anne smiled softly, "Really?" I chuckled, "Really. You have an amazing glow about you and your eyes are always sparkling; you just always have a joyful look about you." She toyed with the end of my hair and smiled, "When you give complements like that, Dr. Blythe, you make a girl feel good." I kissed her softly and winked at her, "That is what I'm here for."


"No Anne," I said firmly for about the seventh time. She looked at me with pitiful eyes and held tightly to the letter that she held in her hand. The reason for our squabble was because of the letter she had received from Avonlea. In the letter, Marilla had suggested that we make a trip to Avonlea for Christmas. I didn't like the idea of my wife riding on a long and exhausting train ride when she was 6 months pregnant. She sighed at me and I could tell she was frustrated, "But Gil, I'm homesick to see Avonlea and all the townsfolk." I hated to hear that word 'homesick'. Did I not take care of her and make her happy? I knew my thoughts were foolish but the still lingered in my mind. I lifted my eyes timidly and looked at her, "Are you not happy here Anne-girl?" Anne spun around and faced me; her eyes were wide with shock, "Gilbert Blythe," she said as she moved and sat down on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hand on her stomach and felt the slight movement in her belly. Anne nuzzled against my neck, "I am extremely happy here with you. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. I know I couldn't have dreamed a better man for me. But darling, I miss seeing Avonlea and our childhood friends. I just want us to stay for a few weeks." I sighed and rubbed my hand up and down her back, "Well, why don't we invite the Green Gables folk here?" She replied with that poetic spark in her eyes, "Because it wouldn't be the same. We wouldn't see the town and Green Gables all glittering white in the snow. And what about watching everyone skate on the 'Lake of Shinning Waters'. I just wouldn't be the same." She was right and I knew it. I would miss all those things if we didn't go. I looked at Anne for a few moments and then I said, "Alright, we'll go," she squealed and I lifted my hand to silence her, "But you must promise me that you will not over do it and that you will rest. I'll tie you down to a chair if I have to!" She threw her arms around my neck, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll wire Marilla and let her know! Oh, this is just wonderful!" I laughed quietly as I watched her practically skip off and sighed, "She hasn't changed a bit."


"Gracious Providence child, look at you," was the first thing out of Marilla's mouth when we entered Green Gables. Then, just as I set out bags down, a squealing Diana burst into the room with her husband quietly following her. She hugged Anne tightly and then placed her hands on Anne's stomach. The girls needed no prompting after that. They immediately started chatting. I moved towards Fred and extended my hand, "It's good to see you Fred." He took my hand and shook it firmly, "You too Gil. A congratulations is in order." "Thank you," I replied. I was positive that Diana had talked of little else since Anne had informed her that she was expecting. I gave him a good-natured pat on the back and smiled at him sympathetically. Just before Anne and Diana could start talking of all the latest Avonlea gossip, Marilla stepped forward and said in her old spinster tone, "Alright everyone, let's go into the parlor and we'll have a cup of tea. Besides Anne, you need to sit down and rest." Anne sighed and I gave her an "I told you so" look. She rolled her eyes and agreed, "Alright Marilla." As we entered the parlor, I noticed that it was decorated in the traditional Green Gables attire. The perimeter of the room was draped with garland and red bows. The mantel of the fireplace had several candles lined on top of it; along with a wooden nativity set that was carved by Marilla's father many years ago. The Christmas tree was in front of the window. It was fashioned with homemade ornaments and gingerbread men with funny faces and everyone's name on it and of course, a long string of popcorn was carefully arranged on the branches of the tree. Then, placed on top of the tree was an angel that Marilla had crocheted many years ago. As I sat down on the sofa next to Anne, I said, "The house looks wonderful Miss Cuthbert." She gave me a warm smile and began to pour the tea, "Thank you Gilbert. I was able to decorate to my own liking since Rachel went to be with her son and his family." Anne laughed, "You two always have the worst arguments at Christmas time." Marilla nodded in agreement, "We do, but I have to admit that I did miss her hanging over my shoulder and telling me where to put this and what to do with that. I suppose what makes us such good friends is that we are both very stubborn old women." I smiled and took a sip of tea, silently agreeing with Marilla's stubborn statement. After several moments of silence, Anne suddenly spoke up and changed the subject, "Well, perhaps we can start the winter festivities tomorrow and go ice skating on the lake of shinning waters. That is, if Gilbert is feeling generous enough to allow me to do so." I groaned and set my tea cup down, "I just don't want you to get exhausted Anne! I'm just being cautious for the sake of the baby and you!" Anne placed her hand on my arm, "I promise we'll come straight home the minute I begin to get tired. Please say yes Gil! I'll be in the 'depths of despair' if you say no!" I weighed my decision in my mind for a few moments. I knew if I didn't agree, I would never hear the end of it. I sighed and replied quietly, "Alright." Anne smiled and threw her arms around my neck, "You are the most wonderful husband in all the world! My own imagination couldn't dream up anyone better!" Marilla laughed at her dramatic statement, "It's good to have you home!" Anne replied with sparkling eyes as she rested her head on my shoulder, "I'm glad to be here Marilla!" I put my arm around her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze. Seeing Anne so happy made me happy because, Anne's happiness was extremely important to me.


The delicious aroma of bacon and eggs cooking; along with the smell of fresh coffee brewing brought me out of a restful sleep. When I opened my eyes and yawned widely, I noticed that Anne was already up and out of bed. I got out of bed and quickly dressed with thoughts of the wonderful breakfast that was cooking downstairs on my mind. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Anne taking the freshly cooked bacon out of the skillet and Marilla pouring hot coffee into three coffee cups. I spoke up and said, "Good morning ladies," I approached Anne from behind and kissed her cheek, "Everything smells delicious." Anne smiled, "Thank you. I wanted us to have a nice big breakfast so we have a lot of energy to go ice skating." Marilla and I shared an amused look as I sat down at the kitchen table, "And when are you planning to go ice skating?" Anne set a plate in front of me and then she took a seat herself, "Well, I told Diana that we would meet them there at 11 o'clock." I chuckled as I took a sip of coffee. A part of me was glad that married life hadn't changed my fiery red head too much, but I also wished she would realize that she needed to slow down because of her condition. Marilla pursed her lips together and commented, "To think a grown, married woman, with a baby on the way wants to go ice skating like a silly school girl!" Anne sighed and replied, "Ice skating is not just for children Marilla. When one glides out onto the ice, you can't help but get wrapped up in all the wonder that winter brings." I laughed and replied in a sarcastic manner, "Yes, wonders like pneumonia, colds, ear infections, and frost bite. It just makes you feel all warm inside." Marilla laughed loudly and I smiled at Anne as she rolled her eyes and stuck her nose up in the air, "Well, Gilbert Blythe, if you don't want to come with me I'll just hitch up the wagon and go by myself!" I snatched her hand and kissed the back of it, "Now don't be cross Anne-girl. I was only teasing you. I'm actually pretty excited about going. Hopefully we'll see some of our old chums there today." I couldn't help but smile when I saw Anne's eyes light up and a bright smile cross her face. I knew then that I did the right thing when I agreed to let her go ice-skating.


After we had our fill of bacon, eggs, and coffee, Anne and I bundled up warmly and set out for 'the Lake of Shinning Waters'. As we drove down the familiar path to the pond, Anne snuggled a little closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder, "Just look at everything Gil. Isn't it like stepping into our childhood?" I smiled and planted a kiss on her glossy red head, "I am perfectly content with the present Anne-girl." Anne laughed her beautiful silvery laugh and replied, "I believe I am quite pleased with the present myself." Several minutes later we pulled up to the pond. A crowd was already gathered there and the sound of people talking merrily and children laughing filled the air. I hopped out of the wagon and then helped Anne down. Once her feet settled on the snow-covered ground she squeezed my arm and asked with a voice filled with excitement, "Who do you think is here? Maybe Jane Andrews or Moody Spurgen or-" "Charlie Sloane," said a familiar voice from behind them. I turned around and laughed as Charlie pulled me into a bear hug and slapped my back, "It's great to see you Sloane!" Charlie laughed, "It's great to see you too! Congratulations to you and to you too Anne." "Thank you Charlie," I replied, still with a grin on my face. Anne smiled cordially and thanked him. I knew Anne had never been too keen on Charlie so, I wasn't at all surprised when she said, "Well, if you two will excuse me, I'm going to go find Diana. It was nice to see you Charlie," and with a quick glance at me, she turned on her heel and moved towards the crowd. I turned back to Charlie and smiled. It was good to see my best friend, "It's really great to see you! How have you been?" Charlie smiled and stuffed his hands in his pocket, "I've been doing pretty well. I'm working at the bank in Carmody, and I've got a girl over there that I'm defiantly serious about." I laughed inwardly at the thought of Charlie Sloane courting a girl and possibly settling down and getting married. But, I replied good naturedly, "That is wonderful news. I'm sure she's a great girl." "That she is," he replied as he leaned casually against a tree, "But it doesn’t compare to your news Imagine, Gilbert Blythe is going to be a father! Are you looking forward to it?" My grin spread wider across my face. When the subject of the baby came up, I was never able to contain my excitement, "I can't wait. I hope it's just like Anne; with read hair and a fiery temper to match it!" Charlie laughed and glanced over my shoulder, "Well, it looks like Anne's temper might rare it's ugly head any moment now. Look who she and Diana are talking to." Having no idea what Charlie was talking about, I slowly turned around, and the moment I saw her, I froze. She was talking to Josie Pye. I sighed long and hard, then I heard Charlie speak from behind me, "If anyone can get Anne's temper boiling, it's Josie Pye." I nodded with my eyes still fixed on Anne; "I better go over there before Anne gets herself worked up." As I walked closer and closer to Anne, I heard Josie comment in her usual cold tone, "My, my Anne, I do believe that married life has, how shall I put it, made you a bit larger." I groaned inwardly and picked up the pace. Then I heard Diana speak up, "As a matter of fact Josie, Anne is expecting a baby in 3 months. But, you wouldn't know that feeling because you're not married, let alone in the family way." Before any more cold be I said, I quickly stepped in, "Well, doesn't this just take you back to the old Avonlea school days! Hello Josie, it sure has been a while. I sighed inwardly when Josie placed her hand on my arm as she threw Anne a saucy look and then replied in her sweetest voice, "Gilbert, it is wonderful to see you. You look as handsome as ever." Anne stepped to the other side of me and put her arm through mine and leaned closer to me, "Doesn't he! I do think married life suits him beautifully!" Josie slowly removed her hand from my arm and gave Anne a bitter smile, "Indeed. Well, I must be going. So long Gil." As soon as she walked away, I put my arm around Anne's waist, "You handled that very well, darling. I am quite impressed." She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder, "I have grown up just a little, haven't I?" I laughed and kissed her cheek. I couldn't agree more that Anne Shirley had grown up. But, she hadn't lost that vibrant spirit that she had had since she was a child and that was exactly how I wanted it.


On Christmas morning, I slowly woke up and found that Anne had her head resting on my chest. I carefully moved into a more comfortable position and did so with out waking Anne. This Christmas was a monumental one; this was our first Christmas to celebrate as husband and wife. Just as I was beginning to look back on the last 10 months of our marriage, Anne stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at me with a smile on her face and said in a groggy voice, "Merry Christmas." I returned the smile and looked into her eyes, "Merry Christmas to you too. Did you sleep well?" Anne sat up and stretched out the kinks in her back, "Fairly well. The baby moved around a lot so, I had a hard time getting to sleep." I smiled compassionately at her and smoothed back some curls that were in her face, "Maybe he, or she was so excited about Christmas coming that he, or she couldn't sleep." Anne laughed softly, "Perhaps. I'm rather excited about it myself." I chuckled and said, "Well, come here, and give me a kiss and then we'll get dressed and go downstairs." Anne leaned forward and kissed me lightly and then said with a hint of excitement in her voice, "Alright, let's hurry!" We quickly threw on our clothes and hurried downstairs. And, there was Marilla, sitting in her favorite chair in the parlor; having her morning cup of coffee. She smiled at Anne and I, "Well, Merry Christmas you two." We replied at the same time, "Merry Christmas." Marilla nodded her head towards the kitchen and said, "Why don't you go pour yourselves a cup of coffee and then come back in here and we'll open up presents." We both moved quickly to the kitchen and got a nice cup of steaming coffee. Then we ventured back into the parlor. After we drank a little of our coffee, Marilla clasped her hands together and smiled, "Alright, who would like to open the first gift?" Anne and I both smiled at each other and I replied, "Why don't you go first Miss Cuthbert?" Marilla sniffed and waved my suggestion away, "Nonsense!" I laughed silently to myself and glanced at Anne as she spoke, "Oh, Marilla please! I'm absolutely aching to see you open out gifts!" I got up from my chair and plucked Marilla's package from under the tree and handed it to Marilla, "We insist." Marilla hesitated for a moment and then sighed, "Alright." We watched her slowly remove the decorated paper and then lift the lid from the box and sigh contently," My, my, it's lovely," she said as she lifted a silver platter out of the box. Engraved in the center of the platter was "The Lords Prayer". Anne smiled at Marilla and said, "Remember when I first came to Green Gables and you made me memorize it. Well, I've never forgotten that and I keep those words close to my heart to this day." Marilla smiled at Anne and then me, "Thank you very much for such a thoughtful gift. Now," she said setting her package aside, "Anne you open the next one. Go and pick one from the tree." Anne slowly got up and bent slightly to get a present. I smiled softy at the site of my wife bending to the side because her stomach was too large to bend down in a normal fashion. She groaned as she got up and the plopped down on the sofa next to me. She glanced at me and said quickly, "Don't even say what you're thinking Gilbert Blythe! I don't want any teasing this morning." I took a sip of my coffee, smiled, and then replied with a tinge of laughter in my voice, "I didn't say a word Anne-girl. Open up your present." Anne sighed and began to open her gift from Marilla. After Anne removed all the paper from the box, she lifted a glass vase that has delicate pink roses painted on it. Anne gasped with delight, "Oh Marilla, it's absolutely stunning! Thank you so very much!" Marilla nodded, "You're welcome, child. Now Gilbert, open your present." I agreed and selected the present from Marilla and resumed my place next to Anne. I lifted the lid from the small box and smiled as soon as I saw what was inside; I felt a smile creep upon my face. It was a shinny, golden nameplate with Doctor Gilbert Blythe inscribed in it. Marilla spoke up before I could say anything, "Any respectable doctor has one and I think you are just that, so why shouldn't my son-in-law have one!" My heart swelled up with pride at the old woman's great complement. Anne squeezed my arm and I looked Marilla and replied, "Thank you very much. Your gift means a great deal to me." Marilla nodded and we continued on with the celebration. But, I couldn't help but have a happy feeling inside of me. This was the first time I really felt a part of the family (not that I ever felt unwelcome) and it was one of the greatest feelings in the world.


The days after Christmas seemed to go by all to quickly. Before Anne and I even realized it, it was the day we were to leave Avonlea. The Wrights came to Green Gables that morning to have breakfast and to bid us farewell, for we were to leave on the afternoon train. Marilla had outdone herself with the morning meal. Placed on the table was a platter of sausage and bacon. Then next to that was a bowl of scrambled eggs, along with a plate of biscuits and a bowl of gravy. Not to mention the pot of freshly brewed, steaming coffee. My mouth began to water the moment I walked into the dinning room. Anne turned her eyes from Diana and the chubby, little Freddie Jr. and smiled at me, "Good morning! Hasn't Marilla prepared a feast fit for a king!" I bent down to kiss her soft cheek and nodded, "That she has. Hello Diana! Where's Fred?" Diana tugged on her son's little pants that were creeping up his leg," He's putting the buggy in the barn. He should be here in a moment." Just then, Marilla came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron, "Are we ready to eat?" Fred chose that moment to enter the dinning room, "I certainly am!" Marilla moved towards her chair and said, "Well then, let's sit down and bless the meal before the food gets cold."

While we ate the delicious breakfast, everyone talked meaningless small talk. We even shared a few of our school day memories. Then, after all the food was eaten and the breakfast dishes were washed and dried, both Anne and I knew that it was time for us to go. As I gathered our entire luggage and put it in the wagon, I listened to Anne say her goodbyes. Diana was in tears as she instructed Anne to take care of herself and to write as soon as the baby was born. Then, Anne moved to Marilla and hugged her tightly, "I wish we could have stayed longer. But, Gil can't be gone from the practice for long periods of time." Marilla nodded in an understanding manner, "Of course he can't! People depend on him. I only wish I could see that baby of yours after it's born." This is where I chose to step in, "Well, maybe you can." Both Marilla and Anne looked at me with questioning eyes. I smiled and then continued, "You see, towards the end of Anne's pregnancy, she might need more help doing the things she normally does because she might become very uncomfortable and have less energy. So, it's only natural that she would need extra help. And, it will take a while for her to get back on her feet after the baby's born and just get used to being a mother. Which brings me to my point. Perhaps you could come to Glen St. Mary before the baby's born and you could help Anne in her last few weeks. And, you could stay a few weeks after the baby's born and spend time with the baby." Anne gasped, "That's a splendid idea! Oh, please say you'll come Marilla!" Marilla smiled and nodded, "I would love to come. Thank you, Gilbert." I nodded and Anne squeezed Maxilla’s hands, "This is absolutely wonderful! I'll see you, say, in about 2 months!" The two women embraced one more time and I kissed Marilla's cheek. Then, I helped Anne into the wagon and waved goodbye to everyone. As we drove down the road, Anne put her arm through mine and said, "I didn't know I married such a smart man. Are you please with yourself for coming up with that idea?" I smiled and nodded, "I am."


I smiled contently when I saw Anne's eyes light up with delight when we pulled up to our 'little house of dreams'. I heard a small sigh escape from her lips and then she spoke quietly, "I truly thought that I would be homesick for Green Gables when we came back. But, I'm really not. I feel like this is my home and no other place could be." I lifted her from the buggy and kissed her perfect little nose, "It does my heart good to hear you say that. But, now," I paused and led her to the front door, "I have a late Christmas present for you." Anne's eyes sparkled at my statement, "Really? Gilbert, the necklace was lovely! I don't need more!" I chuckled and opened the door, " Well, I wanted to do this. Now, close your eyes and I'll lead you to the surprise." She giggled girlishly and closed her eyes and I guided her to the room that was across from ours. I centered her right where I wanted her to be and I put my hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Alright, opened your eyes." I held my breath as she slowly opened her eyes and then smiled brightly when I heard her gasp, "Oh Gil! It's so beautiful!" I had to agree. I had arranged for some ladies to come to our house while we were away and to decorate the room that was to be the nursery. The walls were painted a soft yellow and pale green curtains covered the small window. A crib, made of oak, rested against the wall and a matching rocking chair sat in a corner. On the opposite side of the crib was an oak changing table. But, one of my favorite things was a sampler that hung above the crib that read Bless this child born today, Guide him safely on his way, Grant him love without measure, Thank you God for this, Thy treasure. I turned Anne to face me fully and looked into her eyes that were shimmering with tears, "How-oh Gil, who did this?" I stroked her hair and smiled, "Miss Cornellia and several of the ladies from church were thrilled when I asked them to save you the trouble. So, we decided to make it a surprise Christmas gift. Do you really like it?" She threw her arms around me, "It's perfect! I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful Christmas present! Thank you so very much!" I placed a gentle kiss on her lips, "You're welcome. I'm so glad you like it." She laughed and hugged me harder. At that moment, I felt my heart squeeze with love for her and I didn't want to let her go when I felt our child give a gentle kick, as if to say that he or she was pleased.


A little less than a month later, I was happy to see Anne sitting in a chair in the corner, working on a small quilt that she had been sewing on ever since I had surprised her with the decorated nursery. I quietly took off my hat and suit jacket and hung them on the coat rack. Then, I slowly walked behind her and placed a surprise kiss on her cheek. She jumped a little and then placed her hand on her heart as she exclaimed breathlessly, "Gracious Providence Gil, you certainly know how to scare your wife to death!" I chuckled as I moved to sit next to her, "I'm sorry, Anne-girl. How's the blanket coming along?" A gentle smile came upon her face. She always smiled like that when the subject of the baby came up in conversation. I felt my own mouth curve into a smile when she placed her hand on her swollen stomach and said in a sweet voice, "I usually don't enjoy sewing. But, every time I work on this quilt, I imagine a tiny little person sleeping in a crib and this blanket, snuggled around it. And, when you peek over the crib, all you can see are downy soft brown curls peeping out. Isn't that a wonderful though Gilbert?" I looked at her knowing well that my eyes were mirroring what I felt at that moment; love. I put my arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to me and replied in an equally soft tone, "It is a wonderful thought," a smile crossed my face as I continued, "But, I only have one detail to change in that image." Anne gave me a questioning look, "And what would that be?" The smile spread wider across my face as I said with a laugh in my voice, "Instead of 'downy soft brown curls peeping from the blanket', I would prefer little downy soft red curls." Anne groaned in disgust and gave me a playful whack on my shoulder, "That is the most horrible thing I've ever heard! How dare you wish such a curse on your own flesh and blood! You are absolutely impossible!" I shrugged and replied with a sigh, "Well, we'll just leave that detail up to Providence." "Let's hope He's on my side," she added, and I knew that Anne had had enough teasing for the time being. I cleared my throat and moved onto the next subject, "I was looking at the calendar today and realized that the baby will be dues in about 2 months. So, I thought we could write Marilla and tell her that she could come in about three or four weeks. How does that sound?" Anne beamed with delight, "Oh, that sounds wonderful! I'll get a pen and paper and a letter right now! I'm already excited!" I watched her until she was out of the room; then I leaned back, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. I was happy about Marilla coming but most of all; I was relieved that Anne would no longer be alone all day when I went to work. Maybe now, I could actually fully concentrate on my work and not spend the whole day wondering if Anne was all right. I smiled and mumbled softly, "I doubt it."


Marilla arrived to our 'little house of dreams' 4 weeks and 3 days later. With her came a sense of relief and calm that filled the house and, that was something we both needed. Our emotions were completely different during the last few weeks. Anne was bursting with excitement and I was overflowing with worry and anxiety. While Anne was sewing tiny garments and constantly tidying the baby's room, I was on her heels, begging her to slow down and rest. But, the moment Marilla set her bags down, she took over. She instructed Anne to let her take some of the workload and told me to just try to enjoy this time. And, I did enjoy it, but, I never could smother this nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. Yet, I carried on and did what I had to do.

One day, I kissed Anne goodbye and made my way to go on rounds. I pulled up to a small blue house, with white trim, and knocked on the door. An elderly, tall, lean man answered the door and smiled, "Hello Dr. Blythe! Glad to see ya!" I smiled and shook his bony hand, "Good day to you as well Mr. Beauford. How's your wife?" Mr. Beauford held the door open for me and said, "Well, Dr. Blythe, she just lays there, a moaning and groaning and complains about that hip hurtin'." I swallowed a laugh and took off my hat, "Did you give her the medication that I left for her?" The old man sighed, "No sir, I didn't. She wouldn't take it! I'd say, 'Mildred, Dr. Blythe told you to take this when you're hurtin'.' and she's say, 'I don't want to take it!' I'm just plumb worn out from arguing with her all the time. Maybe you can convince her." I smiled and patted his shoulder, "I'll do my best Mr. Beauford." I made my way down the hall and turned into the bedroom. And there, piled up in a queen-sized bed, with quilts all about her, was Mildred Beauford. The old woman had long silver hair that was smartly hanging over her shoulder, fashioned into a braid. She had blue eyes that held a look of humor in them. Even though her features were drawn and tired, you could tell that this woman was stubborn, but kind. She looked at me and then to her husband (who was standing behind me), "Charles, I told you not to go pestering young, Dr. Blythe!" I chuckled and set my bag down at the foot of the bed, "Well now Mrs. Beauford, that wasn't a very warm welcome. Your husband tells me that you've been refusing to take the medicine I left for you to take when you're in pain." She crossed her arms in front of her and replied in an annoyed tone, "I am not going to take some magic powder that you probably bought off of some peddler! It wouldn't surprise me one bit if it made all my hair fall out!" I shook my head and took her wrist to check her pulse, "I assure you that the medication is real. I ordered it from a hospital in Halifax," I put her wrist down and looked into her eyes, "Do you honestly think that I'm the type of man who would lie to you?" She looked at me for several moments, and then glanced at her husband, and then back to me, "I suppose you wouldn't." I smiled and poured a glass of water from the pitcher that was on the bedside table and mixed in a package of medication and handed it to her, "Now, drink every drop of this and it will ease some of the pain. Continue taking it as I instructed you two weeks ago and I will come back in a week to see how you're doing." I picked up my bag and my hat and turned to Mr. Beauford, "If you need me, don't hesitate to ask." He nodded and shook my hand, "I will. Thank you Dr. Blythe." I nodded and walked out of the house. I was putting my bag in the buggy and chuckling over the whole situation when a local boy came running up the road yelling, "Dr. Blythe, Dr. Blythe!" I turned around and looked at the boys red face, "Calm down and tell me what the problem is." He sucked in a breath and said, "Miss C-Cuthbert sent me. She said t-that, Mrs. Blythe is having a baby!" My heart stopped and I froze completely. My mind started racing in all different directions and all I could do was stand there and whisper, "The baby." The boy grabbed my arm and gave it a shake, "Dr. Blythe, didn't you hear me?" I quickly came out of my daze and jumped into the buggy and slapped the reins; which made the horses break into a run. Then, I yelled over my shoulder to the boy, "Thank you!" I urged the horses further, and the only thing I was about was my wife and our child that was about to enter the world.


My buggy barreled down the road, with a cloud of dust gathering behind me. I had always been a cautious driver; but today was an exception. My wife was having our baby, the thought seemed so unreal to me. I was about to become a father. I slapped the reins and urged the horses to maintain their speed. And then, I breathed a thankful prayer when ‘our little house of dreams’ appeared from around the bend in the road. I pulled up in front of the house and quickly locked the wheels on the buggy and jumped down.. I ran up the porch steps and burst through the door. Marilla immediately appeared from the bedroom and sighed, “Thank the Lord you’re here!” I took off my hat and asked her quietly, “How is she?” Marilla replied, “She’s doing well. She just needs you now.” I nodded and quietly walked to our bedroom door. I paused for a moment and took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and my pounding heart. Then, I murmured words of encouragement to myself and then, quickly pushed the door open. She was lying in bed with several pillows propped up around her. She wore a blue nightgown and her hair was fashioned into a long braid that was flipped over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed as she tried to relax during a contraction. Even though her face was flushed and beads of sweat trickled down her face and neck, I thought she looked beautiful. I quickly crossed over to the bed and brushed a fallen curl from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed deeply, “You’re here!” I smiled and kissed her brow, “Of course I’m here! And I’m not leaving you for a minute. Now, how frequent are the pains?” She cringed with a moan of pain and then grabbed my hand and squeezed tightly, “Does that answer your question?!” I immediately changed from my role as a husband, to the role of a doctor. I unbuttoned my sleeves and rolled them up to my elbows and called out, “Marilla!” She bustled into the room and I quickly ordered, “I need you to boil some water-” “I already have,” she interrupted. I nodded, “Thank you. I need you to gather some rags, my bag, and a basket with some blankets in it.” Marilla nodded, “I’ll be right back!” I washed my hands with the antiseptic I always use and then spoke gently to Anne, “I know you’re in pain, darling but, I need to examine you and see how far along you are.” Anne reluctantly agreed and I checked her progress and was surprised to see she was ready to push. Thankfully, Marilla came into the room with everything I had requested. I turned to her and said, “She’s ready. Why don’t you just stay in here and hold her hand. I’m sure she will need the support.” She moved to Anne’s side and took her hand. I took a deep breath and looked at Anne, “Alright Anne-girl, I’m going to need you to start pushing. On your next pain, push as hard as you can!” Anne breathed heavily and then gasped, “Here comes another one!” I nodded, “Alright, push!” She sat up slightly and gritted her teeth and pushed. I saw the head begin to appear and to my delight, I saw red hair! I smiled and encouraged my wife, “That was perfect! I can see the head! Do it again! Push with all your might!” And she did over and over again. Slowly, I watched my child enter the world. First the head appeared, then the shoulders, and after one more final push from Anne, I held my son in my arms. I laughed with tears of joy in my eyes as I cut the cord and held the baby up for Anne and Marilla to see, “We have a son, Anne! A beautiful, healthy son!” Anne laughed over the baby’s cries, “Oh Gil, please let me hold him!” I wiped the baby off and tenderly wrapped him loosely in a blanket and walked over to he bed and placed our son in his mother’s arms for the first time. Anne examined him closely as I sat down beside her. Anne smiled brightly, “He’s perfect! I don’t even mind that he has red hair!” Both Marilla and I laughed and then Marilla asked, “What are you going to name him?” Anne sighed and stroked the baby’s fine hair, “I believe I shall name him James Matthew Blythe. But, we’ll call him little Jem.” I kissed the top of her head and nodded, “I think that’s a wonderful name. I am so proud of you Anne-girl.” She sighed and closed her eyes, “I am so happy Gil, and I do love you.” Then, she nodded off to sleep. My heart swelled with love as I took my son in my arms. I gently bounced him as I walked over to the chair that sat by the window and said quietly, “I love you little Jem.” And, at that moment, I knew I was the luckiest man in the world.


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