Not quite an illness
Mary smiled happily as she walked out of Dr Clarckson's Office. He had just confirmed her suspicions-She was pregnant! She could imagine Matthew's face when she told him. He would be ecstatic.
She remembered the few days after they had run into each other at the Doctor in London.
They had decided to stay in a hotel there for a few days before returning to Downton. It had been like their Honeymoon, lying in bed (naked of course) and making love, only getting up once to get some food.
They were lying in bed when he asked her:'Do you think we've made a baby yet?'
'Really, one would think that the only reason we do this is for babies...'She responded playfully
'Might I can convince you otherwise?' He asked with a smirk on his face. But before she could do anything he was kissing every inch of her. Every single inch.
She smiled at the memory before making her way towards Downton.
'Thank you Anna, That will be all.'
'Of course My lady,' She said with a smile.
'How was your trip to Ripon?' Matthew asked looking at her and smiling. 'It went well, thank you.' She replied evenly.'I went to the doctor,'
'Are you ill?' He asked, concerned.
'Well, it's not quite an illness, for it lasts 9 months...'
He looked at her, as it dawned on him. His face broke into a smile. Without a word, he picked her up in his arms and twirled her around the room, like when they had gotten engaged.'Oh my darling Mary! I am so happy, when shall we tell the others?'
'Next week,' She said then noticed his puzzled expression, quickly explained.'I'd like to have at least have a week of peace before everybody fusses over me.' He nodded then said not even bothering to conceal the love, admiration and joy in his voice 'Shall we go down to Dinner?'
TBC?
Author's Note:
Please R&R! This is my first fanfic. I love critics! Please tell me to continue or not!