A/N: Unfortunately, I do not own Downton Abbey, or its amazing characters. If I did, there would be a new episode on everyday and everyone would be happy.

This is my first attempt at Downton Fanfiction. I have not written in quite sometime, sorry for any mistakes. I really hope you enjoy this short little fic.

"Really, I don't think I have anything to wear that Granny will approve of," sighed Sybil Branson, one hand rummaging through her childhood wardrobe and the other caressing her protruding stomach. "And Tom's suit s aren't exactly for formal dinning."

"Not to worry, darling," Lady Grantham soothed, "We've found something that should fit Brans...Tom. And I've had a few things made for you."

Anna set down the long, flat box that Sybil had not noticed she was holding.

"Yes, Mama has been fluttering about getting everything ready for your visit for weeks," smiled Edith from her seat on the edge of the bed.

Mary held up one of the new dresses for inspection, "This will be lovely on you."

"Love, I think I forgot my razor at home," The ladies were interrupted by the abrupt entrance of Mr. Tom Branson from the en suit bathroom. A quiet went over the room. Neither the occupant of the bathroom nor the Crawley women in the boudoir were aware the others presence. Standing in front of the open door in nothing but damp skin, fresh from the bath, shaving soap, and a low-slung towel, Tom could not stop the "Shit" from escaping his lips. Realizing that no one had moved, he started to stammer out an apology to the room at large, "I…I'm sorry. I didn't…I just." The Ladies Cora, Mary and Edith were simply staring in a rather unladylike fashion, the latter two with bright crimson cheeks, while Anna, or Mrs. Bates now, was staring resolutely at the floor. His wife though, was trying and failing to hold in her smile.

"I've got it, darling." Sybil began walking towards her husband, turned back to her Mother and sisters and said, "I'll be just a moment." With the door to her room closed tightly behind them, Sybil could not hold back her laughter any longer. "Well, you seem to have made quite an impression, on our first day back."

"It would seem that way. I didn't know they were in there, Love. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Tom," she plucked his razor from amongst her own toiletries. "You left it on the sink."

I guess it's lucky I threw the towel on at least before I opened the door."

Sybil began laughing once again and kissed him soundly on the lips, "Yes it is. I'm a rather possessive wife."

Tom smirked and gave her behind a playful slap as she walked back into the bedroom. Just before the door clicked closed he heard his eldest sister-in-law, in her customarily condescending tone, tell his beautiful wife: "You seem to have some soap on your face, darling."

A/N2: I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE reviews. This could possibly turn into a collection of oneshots if inspiration hits. Please let me know what you think!