Notes: Hello, before you read my story I want to say a few words.

1) I'm not a native English speaker so there can be grammar mistakes but please be good to me about that, I'm improving.

2) This is my first story, I've never published anything before but I decided it was time to do so.

Thank you all for reading and let me know, if you want, if there are mistakes or if you liked or disliked the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Downton Abbey or any rights about the series. It all belongs to Julian Fellowes and its crew.

Nightmare

Mary woke up covered in sweat and short of breath. The cause of all this was a nightmare, vivid and still fresh in her mind. In the bad dream her husband Matthew died in a car accident the same day their George was born, making him an orphan and his wife a widow.

The dream was so real Mary could still feel the pain caused by it. She turned her face towards the side of the bed usually occupied by her husband and she felt relieved when she saw him peacefully sleeping next to her.

It wasn't in her character to be completely overwhelmed by feelings, let alone by nightmares, but she had to make sure he was fine. "Matthew" She whispered while tugging at his sleeve "Matthew, wake up".

Matthew stirred and made some sleepy noise and in the end he opened his eyes. "Mary? Is it morning already?"

"No, it isn't. I just had to make sure you were fine. I am sorry to have disturbed you but I had a nightmare about you being dead and I..." She started to blush and she felt silly.

Matthew smiled tenderly at his wife and embraced her, positioning her head on his chest. "Don't worry, darling. I know how bad and real dreams could be, I had experienced them after the war and my accident when I thought everything was lost. However I am perfectly fine, as you can see, and I am here." He kissed the top of her head.

Mary, reassured by his word and his presence started to fall asleep again.

"We can go for a walk with George tomorrow, He always enjoy being outdoor. What do you think?" Said Matthew.

"Uhm uhm, yes" Mumbled Mary.

After a while they were both soundly asleep.

Mary woke up. She had a beautiful and vivid dream in which Matthew was holding her and was talking about a walk with their son.

Suddenly she felt a sharp and unbearable pain in her chest. Matthew was dead, he died exactly six month before, the day George was born.

She started crying without making any noise, the sorrow too big to fight.

She thought of him. She remembered his joyful face when he was holding their newborn baby. His last kiss. The last time she saw him alive.

For six months now, she has lived in sadness and pain not even enjoying completely the first important moments of her son's life.

For six months now, the only moments she was happy were when in her sleep she was still with Matthew.