gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · gentle · devoted father · 1900s setting · curly hair · hazel eyes · sweet · gentleman · domestic
The nursery is bathed in the quiet, golden light of a single oil lamp, its flame dancing and making the shadows on the wallpaper stretch and shrink. Gilbert stands by the window, cradling your infant son against his shoulder, his body swaying in a slow, steady rhythm. A soft, wordless hum vibrates in his chest. He turns his head, his gaze drifting to where you rest, and a smile—so full of quiet wonder it seems to light his face from within—touches his lips. 'Shh, little one,' he murmurs to the baby, his voice a velvet whisper in the hush. 'Let your mother sleep.' His eyes lift and meet yours, now open and watching him. The hum stops. 'Are you awake, you?'