The mail is here. Robert sorts through the letters handing them out to their various recipients. There's one for Matthew from Murray and of course there's one for Edith from her editor. Robert himself has the usual assortment, except for this one. It's only small, written in a lady's hand and there's no clue on the envelope as to who it's from. The best course of action from here is to, of course, open it. Robert does so and glances to the bottom. It's from Jane. His dear Jane, it's been years since he's heard from her.
Dear Robert,
I hope this letter finds you well and happy, it's all I ever wanted for you. I am well, as is Freddie. In fact Freddie is more than well, he is thriving and it's because of you. I am working as a seamstress from home and even though Freddie is away at school I'm not lonely because I have his little brother to care for. Bobby reminds me so much of his father.
I hope you'll understand I'm not asking for anything, I simply want you to know.
Yours,
Jane
Robert does well not to choke on his tea. It is happy news indeed but it also has the ability to affect his life in many ways should he choose to reveal it. And yet, his prevailing thought at the moment is that Jane has given him exactly what he always wanted; a son.
AN: So I'm aware that Robert and Jane didn't actually sleep together in the show but they bloody well should have. They were such a hot couple. Also, I know this is short; it's more an idea than a story. If anyone wants to continue it, feel free. I'd love to know what happens. Thanks for reading.