A/N: Series 6 has proved truly wonderful so far and we have been blessed with many lovely Chelsie scenes, as well as so many brilliant Chelsie fanfics to accompany the series. I thought I would join the fun and write a few short one-shots about the 'missing moments' in Series 6, the additional Chelsie scenes I would love to have seen but were not actually in the show! They won't be in any particular order but they will all be based around Series 6. Therefore, please avoid this if you don't want S6 spoilers and please do let me know if there are any particular Chelsie scenes that you would love to see and yet were missed! I will do my very best to write them all. Hope you enjoy and, as always, your reviews and support are much appreciated x

Lady Mary and Lord Grantham stood by the fire, as Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham sat on the couch. Mr Molesley attempted to blend into the wallpaper as his seniors faced the most uncomfortable exchange with the Family. Despite his attempts to be inconspicuous, the Footman was deeply moved by the Housekeeper's heartfelt words, her wish to have all those she held dear at her wedding. Even more moving was her lovely smile as Mr Carson finally concurred with her suggestion of the Schoolhouse as a venue for the reception.

"Good, then it would seem to be settled. Thank you Mrs Hughes," smiled Lady Grantham, interrupting the Butler and Housekeeper's reverie.

"Thank you Milady," responded Mrs Hughes, the tenor of her voice still light and almost fragile.

The atmosphere in the Drawing Room hung heavy, as Mr Carson escorted Mrs Hughes from the room.

The door closed behind them as Mrs Hughes turned to face her fiancé.

The Housekeeper held her breath, unnerved by the last few minutes but relieved to have finally had her thoughts heard. This relief was tempered by a rising unease as her gaze met Mr Carson's. They stood only a foot apart as a silence descended. Is he angry with me? Is he disappointed that I have declined the Family's offer? Will he be happy with a modest reception? Did he think me impertinent towards Lady Mary? I really did endeavour to be respectful and appreciative; I have no wish to upset Lady Mary or the Family.

Her doubts were soon soothed as she felt the warmth of his palms against her blushing cheeks. Mr Carson leaned forward and kissed her forehead devotedly. Her shoulders sagged with relief, as his lips fluttered over her skin. As her hands rose to rest on his chest, Mr Carson leant back and caught his fiancée's gaze.

"I could not be prouder of you Elsie Hughes," he whispered adoringly, a teasing smile on his lips as he said her full name, echoes of moments earlier when the Housekeeper had so tenderly reminded everyone in the room that the wedding was about Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes and no-one else.

"And you are certain you don't mind the reception not being held at the House?" she asked.

She needed to be sure; they had both been rather ambushed by Her Ladyship.

"As long as I have you beside me as my bride, I would be happy to have the reception anywhere on earth," he said with sincerity.

Mrs Hughes was overcome with happiness, as she held the Butler's lapels lightly in her fingertips. She knew he must return to the Drawing Room momentarily but she could not bring herself to let go of him just yet.

"Well then, perhaps we should enquire about one of those new jazz clubs in London," she replied mischievously.

She felt, rather than heard, his delighted chuckle vibrate against her hands. She joined Mr Carson, laughing blissfully as she enjoyed this much needed interlude of light-heartedness. The discussions in the Drawing Room really had been rather tense.

This time it was Mrs Hughes who reached upwards to softly hold Mr Carson's face in her hands; his skin smooth and warm beneath her fingers. He sighed contentedly at her feminine touch, his eyes closing briefly. She observed the Butler release a short, shallow breath. As his eyelids slowly opened, his eyes shone with love and tenderness. The Housekeeper felt herself sway ever so slightly, overwhelmed by the unconditional love that shone down on her and knowing the same devotion was reflected in her own eyes.

"Our day celebrated in our way," she said warmly for the second time that evening, only a trace of a waver in her voice as she gathered herself, rising on tiptoes to place the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

"Just us," he murmured against her lips. Her words from earlier inscribed forever in his memory.

As she rested back on her heels, she beamed in agreement; lost in her own thoughts for a second before pulling herself back to the present.

"Go on then, I'll see you for a sherry later," she whispered, her Scottish brogue full of sweetness as she gave Mr Carson a beautiful smile, stepping backwards and motioning for him to return to his duties. The Butler nodded happily.

Mrs Hughes watched fondly as he turned towards the room, his soppy smile instantly transforming into his familiar solemn countenance. His shoulders back, he opened the door and re-entered the Drawing Room. The Housekeeper could hear Lady Mary's voice in the distance but the younger woman's words were indiscernible as the door closed.

Charles Carson, the most glorious man to have lived in this House, Mrs Hughes reflected, as she stood alone in the Hall.

My glorious man, she added in a heartbeat. My glorious, dear man.