A/N I just realized that this probably should have been part 16... sometimes... Sorry, sorry! D: I didn't write anything in the correct order and... ugh...
Chapter 17. Weddings and Old Mates
William looked great in his new suit. ”Wonderful.” Maltravers said and smiled. ”Smashing.” ”Dreadful.” the younger brother said and smiled over his thick book about... kidneys or something. ”Oh shut up! At least I have found a girl.” ”I am joking, Will. Calm down. You look great.” ”Thank you.” William said. ”I hope that she will say yes.” ”Of course she will, son!” George exclaimed. ”How could she not agree on marrying you?” He smiled to his son, his oldest son who had survived the second World War. And come out of it with a medal too. ”We'll, I guess I should be off then.” He said, and made his way out to the hallway where his father was. ”Wish me luck!” ”Never, boys like you don't need luck.” Maltravers said and patted the young mans back. ”Off you go and ask the woman to marry you, so that I don't need to bother about feeding you anymore.” His son only laughed and disappeared out into the summernight. When he came back he had a smile on his face, and Maltravers got to hear everything about the evening, well William didn't tell him that they might had did a little more than kissed in the bushes. (okay, he didn't tell him about the kissing bit either, that would just be odd because his father probably didn't understand kisses, and how it was to be young and not being able to show your love because it was wrong... before you got married.) But he did tell his father, who had made him tea, that Ruth was wonderful and ate sandwiches with the most adorable face, and that her lemonade was lovely. And that the blanket had worked, and the sky had been cleared. And that he had seen John and Rose a bit further away. ”And?” ”What?” ”You have been talking and talking about what she liked to eat, the question part son, did she say yes?” ”Yes, yes, of course she did, dad!” he smiled. ”And she loved mothers ring.” Maltravers nodded. ”Good, good, I hope you asked her like a gentleman.” ”Well... eh, I just sort of asked it when we where on our way home, because I forgot, and she screamed and said 'of course, I though you where never going to ask'.” ”Well, at least it is something you both will remember.”
”Bertie!” Helen called from the kitchen. ”We are invited to a wedding, you know the one you where in the army with, well his son is getting married... but in Newcastle” Blenkinsop jumped up from his chair. ”No? We must go, Helen, I don't care that it's a long way!” he said and made his way out in the kitchen. ”This is lovely, let me see.” He said and read the invitation, it was strange to receive an invitation from someone you did not know. A november wedding, how charming. Helen said that she would've waited until spring, but Blenkinsop knew that an army-man did not wait to marry if they where in love. During the second war, Blenkinsop had served from home, making decisions. He had hated it at first, because he heard how bizarre some of the things he and the group of people said was ridiculous and would only create more work for the soldiers. But after a while he stopped caring. The war against Hitler was far to bizarre itself. He had met his Maltravers at the end of the war, and a few times under it. The chaos was a really good cover to hide under, take the train to Newcastle and spend a night just talking to each other. At least 4 times during the seven year war that had happened. Blenkinsop had almost cried when the name ”William Maltravers” was on the list of survivors after the Battle of Somme. (if he was correct the boy went into the military after wards to)
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 17a/20
Chapter 17. Weddings and Old Mates
William looked great in his new suit. ”Wonderful.” Maltravers said and smiled. ”Smashing.”
”Dreadful.” the younger brother said and smiled over his thick book about... kidneys or something.
”Oh shut up! At least I have found a girl.”
”I am joking, Will. Calm down. You look great.”
”Thank you.” William said. ”I hope that she will say yes.”
”Of course she will, son!” George exclaimed. ”How could she not agree on marrying you?” He smiled to his son, his oldest son who had survived the second World War. And come out of it with a medal too.
”We'll, I guess I should be off then.” He said, and made his way out to the hallway where his father was. ”Wish me luck!”
”Never, boys like you don't need luck.” Maltravers said and patted the young mans back. ”Off you go and ask the woman to marry you, so that I don't need to bother about feeding you anymore.”
His son only laughed and disappeared out into the summernight.
When he came back he had a smile on his face, and Maltravers got to hear everything about the evening, well William didn't tell him that they might had did a little more than kissed in the bushes. (okay, he didn't tell him about the kissing bit either, that would just be odd because his father probably didn't understand kisses, and how it was to be young and not being able to show your love because it was wrong... before you got married.)
But he did tell his father, who had made him tea, that Ruth was wonderful and ate sandwiches with the most adorable face, and that her lemonade was lovely. And that the blanket had worked, and the sky had been cleared. And that he had seen John and Rose a bit further away.
”And?”
”What?”
”You have been talking and talking about what she liked to eat, the question part son, did she say yes?”
”Yes, yes, of course she did, dad!” he smiled. ”And she loved mothers ring.”
Maltravers nodded. ”Good, good, I hope you asked her like a gentleman.”
”Well... eh, I just sort of asked it when we where on our way home, because I forgot, and she screamed and said 'of course, I though you where never going to ask'.”
”Well, at least it is something you both will remember.”
”Bertie!” Helen called from the kitchen. ”We are invited to a wedding, you know the one you where in the army with, well his son is getting married... but in Newcastle”
Blenkinsop jumped up from his chair. ”No? We must go, Helen, I don't care that it's a long way!” he said and made his way out in the kitchen. ”This is lovely, let me see.” He said and read the invitation, it was strange to receive an invitation from someone you did not know.
A november wedding, how charming. Helen said that she would've waited until spring, but Blenkinsop knew that an army-man did not wait to marry if they where in love.
During the second war, Blenkinsop had served from home, making decisions. He had hated it at first, because he heard how bizarre some of the things he and the group of people said was ridiculous and would only create more work for the soldiers. But after a while he stopped caring. The war against Hitler was far to bizarre itself.
He had met his Maltravers at the end of the war, and a few times under it. The chaos was a really good cover to hide under, take the train to Newcastle and spend a night just talking to each other. At least 4 times during the seven year war that had happened. Blenkinsop had almost cried when the name ”William Maltravers” was on the list of survivors after the Battle of Somme. (if he was correct the boy went into the military after wards to)