December, 31st, 1868
For once, recent memory, Vernon was not thinking about his paper, or Victoria, or anyone, or anything in British Columbia. He leaned back sinking into a large soft chair, the fire lighting the room, keeping the cool December night air at bay. He chuckled to himself and sipped at a glass of rum before shutting his eyes, still chuckling.
"What is it dear?" His young wife asked. Her green friendly eyes looking at him over the pages of her collection of fables. Her raven coloured hair, hanging lose. The help was gone, Vernon back at home, and they were alone. He smiled, looking back at her. "You think it's cold." Maribelle's smile only grew. "Well maybe, if I were to accompany up north now and again. My feelings on things would change." She let her book fall, keeping her place with her thumb, she leaned over towards him, her thin elegant chin balanced on her palm, as her fingers tap the space between her nose and upper lip. Vernon gave his wife a crooked grin, his red walrus moustache tickling his nose.
"I think you would like Victoria. It is a rather nice town. And despite it's attachment to the old Monarchy, it's people are a good sort." He sipped again at his evening drink. He watched his wife's excitement grow, her eyes shine like the stars in heaven.
"Are you making sport at me?" She asked in a devilish tone.
"No. No, my darling not at all." Vernon said putting on fake concern. "They really are a nice sort up there."
Maribelle looked cross for a moment before she broke out in a fit of giggles. "Well, let us go in February then? I would love to see the snow. I've heard so much about winters up north."
"February would work just fine. Perhaps sooner, we can see your cousin in the Washington Territory as she couldn't come down for Christmas this year."
"Yes." Maribelle said looking around. Feeling the quiet of their home. "Tragic that." She and Vernon locked eyes again for a moment, before they both laughed. Vernon sinking back into his seat closing his eyes enjoying the quite, Maribelle returning to her book. When suddenly, quiet, nearly inaudible at first, church bells rang out in the darkness. Small popping sounds came from the streets and revealers bid welcome and sang out. With out opening his eyes, Vernon reached out taking his wife's hand in his, she rub the back of his hand with her thumb.
"Happy New Year Vernon."
"Happy New Year Maribelle."
"I love you."
"And I love you darling."