𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟷𝟼 ; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟷𝟼 ; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

Dear, Lawrence     December 3, 1889

For once, I truly do know what to do. I've fantasized about a day like this before and I know I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna give you the world. Don't worry, I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.

love, Tate.

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

It's morning again, cold and icy outside because of the rain that froze on the roads overnight. Our cows that Avery loved so dearly have been moved into an extra room as to keep them from freezing. I sat at the edge of my bed, my dress barely covering me to the point that I couldn't help but shiver. Presley wasnt here, but I heard Avery downstairs listening to my father lecture him on what to say. He has a big business meeting in a week or two, I'm not quite sure of the date as he's been so busy that he hasn't talked to me or his bride-to-be.
I haven't met her yet but I heard she's from New York and is beautiful, Lady Greta Orange is her name.
I turn to my bed and grab the trench coat that was still sitting there. It was a big rule to not lend anything to the opposite gender like this, you must talk to them daintily and pretend to not have thoughts in your head. I guess Tate never cared about the rules with me though.

I stand up, wrapping the trench coat around me and holding it close as I walked downstairs. My feet almost froze as they touched the cold wood beneath them.
"What're you wearing Lawrence..." my brother growls, looking me up and down and setting down his pen.
"I was cold Avery I'm sorry-"
"It's just weird, that's his favorite he never loans it out to anyone."
"Yeah..." I trail off.
"Don't let dad see you in it, he'll be unhappy with Tatum for not following the rules."
"He's never been one to follow the rules with me Avery..." I mumble, seeing breakfast on the counter made by the servants.
I was so cold.
The door suddenly opens and Avery stands up quickly, jogging towards Tate as he walks in quietly. He laughs lightly as Avery hugs him tight.
"I'm so excited Tatum!" He says and I furrow my eyebrows, listening into their conversation as I make Avery a plate full of what he liked.
"Yeah... me too." Tate says, but he's staring right at me and not Avery.
"What..?" Avery asks, turning to look at what he's staring at and Tate shakes his head. He smiles at the ground.
"Oh nothing.. nothing... umm... I'll be right back down and then we can get going okay? Maybe when we're there we could be lucky enough to taste one of the pastries Lawrence made." He mumbles, looking me up and down before walking up the stairs, pulling a little paper out of his pocket.
And I suddenly realize why he smiled at the ground.... I still have this stupid trench coat on. I take it off, placing it on the counter and handing Avery his food.
"Oh would you be nice enough to make a plate for Tatum please?" Avery begs.
I sigh, "of course..."
As I'm finishing Tatum comes back downstairs and furrows his eyebrows a little when he looks at me. He sighs before smiling at Avery like nothing happened.
"You ready?" He asks.
I assume they're going in to town.
"Oh sit down! We should eat breakfast first. I've had Lawrence set us some."
He laughs, "She's not your maid, Avery."
"I know.." he mumbles, sitting down as I bring his plate to him. "Love you." He mumbles.
  I laugh, "Love you too."
I grab Tate's plate as he sits down and set it in front of him, dropping his fork on the ground. "Fuck.." I mumble, leaning down.
My cleavage shows as I do so, his face turning away from me and growing red. I bend my knees, putting my hand on his thigh to stabilize myself as he throws his head back and rubs the bridge of his nose.
I don't say anything as I stand back up and put his fork on the table. "Handing him a dirty fork Lawrence!?" Avery jokes.
     I groan, "This is why I spit in your food." I mumble with a smirk. He laughs. Tate just stares down at his food, his leg bouncing up and down.
     "Do you know where the blankets are Avery? I'm so dreadfully cold!" I ask, searching the side cabinets and wondering.
      "Oh they're all in the wash right now... they were warming up the cows and covered in manure." He says, stuffing his mouth with food.
      My body shutters at the idea.
      Tate looks up at me as I moan, "ugh..! I'm so cold Avery!"
      Tate swallows, "my jacket is still on the counter." He mumbles. He stares at me as I furrow my eyebrows, grabbing the trench coat and stomping up the stairs. Stopping when I get to the top so that I can throw on the stupid coat.
      "Damn whats up with her?" Avery says and Tate sighs, "I was an asshole again."
     "Oh cmon Tate! You know she's always liked you, you can't make her angry she gets really sensitive around you!"
       He sighs, "I'm trying to make it better... I hate when she's angry at me. I love her Avery... I really do..."
     "I know... I do too." He stops a moment, "You don't love her... like that though.. right? I know she's a great girl and you two are close but I... I don't want her to get hurt. I don't want either of them to get hurt and- and you cant seem to choose between the two and it's stressing Lavender out I can tell. Presley might not care but-"
      "I wanna be with Lawrence." Tate asserts and I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from gasping. He didn't mean it I'm sure.. because he would never do that! Never, he's said it before.
      "And you would never do it right?" Avery asks nervously.
     Tate sighs, "I don't know, I think I've always wanted to be with her Avery, but I've lost my chance."
     "Of course you haven't Tate, you just have to get past me first."
     Tate groans, dropping his fork on his plate. "Come on Avery! She's so angry at me and I don't know if I can fix it this time. If I can I think I should go for it! I've liked her for a while... and if I go with her or without her she'll get hurt either way because we both know I could have a chance with her. She likes, or at least liked, me Avery-"
      "I swear you wavy haired dickhead if you hurt my sister any more than you already have I'll snap your neck and leave you six feet under."
      "You know you wouldn't do anything more than ignore me Avery, and I would never hurt her purposefully."
      Avery sighs, and I can tell he's gotten less tense. "She's the perfect girl for you Tate."
      "I know..."
      I cover my mouth and silently run to my room, jumping onto my bed and seeing a small piece of paper on my nightstand. I had to remove myself from their conversation, my heart pounding.