Hello fellow fablers!

I have literally sat all day WAITING for an update by one of the GGF gang! It's 11:09 BST and still nothing!

Because today is the day Fred and Diana got married! Congratulations guys, maybe they'll update... who knows and it'll prove what I've written wrong, but its fanfiction for a reason!

Hope you enjoy.

Love Carrots x

Following the simple, old-fashioned way, Anne went down to the parlor on Gilbert's arm. They met at the top of the stairs for the first time since they had left Kingsport, for Gilbert had arrived only that day.

It wasn't as if Gilbert was ignoring Diana exactly, it was as the old saying went 'her day' but it wasn't where Gilbert's eyeline focused at the top of the stairs.

It had actually been a couple of weeks since he had seen Anne, he had taken a job at the newspaper over the summer and was only back in Avonlea for the weekend and between only getting the plane back that morning and helping Fred in his preparations (his 'best man's duties') he hadn't even time to kiss Anne's hello.

So apart from the boyfriend reaction inside of him for the longing for his girlfriend, now on top of it was the additional effect of Anne's particular talent as Phil had so humbly put it "to outshining everyone" (including the bride, in his not so bias opinion).

So as Anne approached him from the other side of the hallway he looked her up and down. The dress Diana had picked out for Anne was simply divine, making Anne appearing as an angelic vision rather than a bridesmaid. The dress was a white lace knee length dress with a sweetheart strapless neckline. The dress was adored with tiny pearl beads across the sash. Her accessories were simple, a pair of white gold drop pearl earrings a white gold pearl drop necklace with a one band pearl charm bracket. Her hair back in a loose French twist with it up so chick parts were down framing her face in lose curls. In the French twist, he saw little white lilies of the valley's and tiny green leaf's shining in the masses of her hair which matched her bouquet.

A feeling caught in the back of his throat and not for the first time since they started their relationship he blushed at the flash of the future which was running through his head.

'One day that dress could be longer and she could be marrying me!'

He fought at the smile as Diana passed him, her dark hair half up half down her hair now at shoulder length and in loose curls down her back. Her dress like Anne's was a sweetheart neckline her dress full length and silk with the lace trimming round her waist. He smiled steadily at her until she passed then his eyes flicked to Anne his smile turning to a stupid grin.

He managed to get out a playful sentence of "Hello Miss, I'm looking for Anne can you let me know where she is?"

She barely fought back the giggle as she playfully nudged him. "Like anyone else would have hair this colour." She huffed for a second before he took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"The exact colour of a titan sunrise." He said with a look of admiration to her. "You are stunning!" he exclaimed to her holding her back for a moment at arm length.

"Really?" she questioned.

"Oh yeah!" he emphasised again. "Absolutely!" he smiled stupidly again and took her arm in his and walked with her, his eyes only on her.

She smiled seeing what he was doing out the corner of her eye. "Stop it." She reprimanded him. "This is about Diana." She whispered as they walked through the parlour.

He smiled and looked forward, rather literally, the feeling again hit him in his throat then his chest. One day, that bride could be Anne. He steadied his breathing at the glimpses of the future which was filling his mind as they stood at the top of the isle with Anne on his arm.

He had admitted in the past that proposing to Anne was a huge possibility. But it had always been a theory of a theoretical proposal. This feeling was undeniable.

In his future, he wanted nothing more in the world then to marry Anne Shirley.

The concept was so alien to him for such a long time, marriage (although his example of his father and his mother's marriage was always a happy one), always seemed to him a piece of paper. It didn't say you loved someone more than another couple who wasn't married. So why bother? But now, he felt it, as the feeling hit his heart. It wasn't for the piece of paper, it was for that promise, that covenant, between two people and by whatever authority you believed in, the law, God.

And it's what he wanted.

He walked down the aisle he could hear the little murmurs of admiration ran around them.

"What a fine-looking pair they are," whispered the impressible Mrs. Rachel to Marilla.

"And now it's time for the first dance." The DJ announced. "The bride and groom centre floor and would the best man and bridesmaid please join them."

Gilbert grinned his ears felt as though they were burning as people watched the dance. He swayed with Anne back and forth, it was the first time he had the chance to talk to her all days since the beginning.

He pulled back and moment and looked down into her eyes. "Hello." He said with a smile.

"Hello." She said back.

He kissed her forehead for a moment before he whispered there "I miss you."

She blushed slightly at his words. Even after all this time she blushed. "I miss you too." She told him. "But we can't afford to focus on the negatives here, you still have another 48 hours in Avonlea." She said to him.

"Its true its true." He agreed. He looked down to her teasingly "You won't be running off to find any tall dark melancholic strangers while I'm gone for company, will you?" he asked her "am I running the chance of losing you?" he teased.

"Um…" she started thinking "no, definitely not." She replied then equally as quick said "I'll make sure they are short and fat ones, will that make you feel any better?" she asked with a sweet giggle.

"Good girl." He said with a grin "no chances of you falling for that type."

"But only if he's not bursting with personality." Anne counted. "Apparently my type is a geeky sweater wearing idiot with a Star Wars obsession and the flirting ability of a tea spoon." Anne laughed as his face dropped "shouldn't be too hard to replicate." To which Gilbert out rightly laughed with her.

"Low blow Shirley." He said then looked at her more seriously "I wish I could stay."

"I know you do, and that's all I need to know." She told him. "And anyway, its not as if we're not seeing each other, we're skyping and I'm coming up to see you every couple of weeks." She said wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands slipped to her waist. "We both know how cosy your bed is, so we have that to look forward to."

"Ummm." Gilbert sighed in satisfaction. "You drive a hard bargain." He smiled. They turned as the song ended and the bride and groom were called to throw the bouquet and garter.

The bouquet first, Anne went in line and winked at Gilbert playfully but stayed to the back and side not really liking her odds of catching it. It wasn't until the bouquet landed in her arms that she blushed slightly.

Gilbert grinned at the sight and was pulled along with the other bachelors towards the chair which Diana was being carefully sat in. Fred smiled up as he reached under her skirts and wiggled his eyebrows at her, His face red but the sight was adorable as his hand reached her mid-thigh and he pulled it down her leg he then blindfully threw it backward and it landed on Gilbert's hands. A loud cheer rippled through the crowd then a cheer of "Propose, propose, propose." Went through the air.

Gilberts face blushed for a moment with the revelations earlier in the day still fresh in his mind he went to Anne and dropped to one knee. It seemed everyone thought in all seriousness he would but Anne who looked at him wondering what else he had up his sleeve. "Anne," he started looked up into her eyes… "Will you…" he teased to the crowd "be my…" he teased then looked at her seriously "button fixer…" he said louder so everyone heard to which she burst into giggles as he continued "this shirt just seems to have buttons intent on leaving it!" he said holding a button to her.

"Yes, yes yes!" Anne replied with a laugh as he stood and she hugged him as they laughed the whole company groaning.

"what did you expect?!" Gilbert exclaimed blindly to the group "We're not spoiling Fred and Diana's day!" he told them.

"Here here!" Fred said taking the pressure off them the group dispersing.

Gilbert he'd Anne for a moment and whispered "When the time is right."

To which the look on her face showed a pleased and highly flattered Anne. "When the time is right."

The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom—the laughter of daisies—the piping of grasses—many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.

"Can't we take a ramble up Lovers' Lane before you go in?" asked Gilbert as they crossed the bridge over the Lake of Shining Waters, in which the moon lay like a great, drowned blossom of gold.

Anne assented readily. Lovers' Lane was a veritable path in a fairyland that night—a shimmering, mysterious place, full of wizardry in the white-woven enchantment of moonlight.

"Did you decide are you going to be in Avonlea all summer when you aren't with me?" asked Gilbert.

"Yes. I'm going down east to Valley Road next week. I decided to take Miss Haythorne offer for summer school sessions with some of the kids. It won't be every week but it's a steady income over the summer, a little aside for a rainy day and it give me the freedom to see you and do some writing and earn a little over the summer."

He smiled at her and kissed her again, this time in Lover's lane he held her close and kissed her deeply. "Sounds like a plan." He said happily.

She blushed back and spoke flirting with him quietly "Shall we act by the name of this lane?" she whispered.

Gilbert grinned and accepted her invitation.

Oh yes!

One day Anne Shirley would be his wife.