I'm going to put Mercy on the back burner for now because it's S/T Smut Weekend and Lady Sybil Lives Day on Monday. But don't fret! It will be updated soon!

My smut is coming (LOL) but this fic is basically gearing up for Lady Sybil Lives Day. It's a series of short one shots depicting none other than…Sybil and Tom's quirky marriage.

I saw an advice column that found that if couples do these six things, they are generally in a happier marriage. I haven't been married so I can't say for sure if these work, but the advice was cute.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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"You're going to lead me into a wall Tom."

Tom kissed her cheek and kept his hands at her eyes, blackening her sight. Sybil held her hands out in front of her, trying to feel something other than air just past her fingertips. He carefully led her from their bedroom into the hall. Their steps echoed in their quiet, cozy Dublin flat.

He pulled her close until his chest made contact with her back and smiled against her cropped hair. She had gotten it cut a few days ago and he loved it. It was something new and different, unexpected and shocking. Absolutely her.

"I promise I won't love. Just trust me."

Sybil took a deep breath in and stopped walking. Tom could feel her eyebrows move under his hands. She tilted her head a bit to try to face him.

"Tom? Have you been using my lotion?"

"Erm…No."

Sybil tried to twist her body around to face him, but Tom's insistent hands stayed at her eyes, making sure that she couldn't see or turn around. She put her hands on her hips and he could feel the small muscles in her face scrunch around her eyes. Tom had to hold in his laugh. She was about to chide him, but she was facing the opposite direction. How ridiculous they must look!

"Don't lie Tom Branson! You have been! I can smell it on your hands! What have you been doing with it?"

Knowing he was caught, he kissed her on the junction between her neck and shoulder as an apology.

"I'll buy you some more."

She dropped her hands and reached behind her to swat his stomach.

"You better."

Tom led them into the kitchen and released his hands from her face.

"Ta da!"

The table was set for two. A warm Shepard's Pie sat in the middle with a basket of soda bread off to the side. Sybil's stomach grumbled, realizing she came straight home from the hospital and collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, not even realizing Tom wasn't home yet.

"What's all this for?" Sybil asked, still staring at the delicious food on the table.

"We're celebrating the fact that you haven't killed us both with your cooking yet!"

She turned around to swat his chest.

Her cooking had gotten better over the few months. She still couldn't master cooking corned beef and cabbage, but she perfected her cakes and colcannon. But Tom said they couldn't live on potatoes and sweets the rest of their lives. She always shrugged his comment off and mentioned that generations of his ancestors did it. They were just paying homage while they improved their cooking skills.

"Tom!"

Tom pulled her in and kissed the top of her head.

"Sorry darling. You know I love your cooking."

She wrapped her arms around him and inhaled the scent of his tie and shirt. Very Tom.

"Don't patronize me."

He smiled and pulled away so they could see each other's faces.

"But really, what are we celebrating?" Sybil asked.

A cheeky grin crept onto his face Sybil was becoming more and more uncertain.

"It's our anniversary."

Sybil shook her head in confusion. Anniversary? What anniversary?

"But we haven't been married a year yet. And it's January. Have you forgotten we were married in June love?"

Tom's grim grew wider as Sybil searched his eyes for some sort of answer.

"Not our wedding anniversary Sybil."

"Then what?"

Tom pulled away, putting space in between them. He slid his hands from her elbows to her hands and brought them up to his hands and kissed them both with such tenderness that it almost made Sybil want to cry. Tom was unapologetic about wearing his heart on his sleeve and it was something she loved and admired about Tom.

"A year ago you told me yes. Well almost a year. I thought we should celebrate."

In all honestly, Sybil had completely forgotten. She was just so happy to say yes that time didn't seem to matter anymore. She was going to start a new life with the man she loved and that was it. Like Tom had said, the rest was detail.

Tom pulled out the pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket and opened it.

"It'll be a year in…3-2-1."

Tom put the watch back in its place and cradled her cheek. She pressed her cheek into his palm, loving the warmth. He leaned in slowly and Sybil's eyes started to flutter shut, expecting her lips to meet his. He stopped millimeters before their lips touched and whispered.

"Happy anniversary Sybil Branson."

Sybil looked into his eyes and brought her hand up to stroke his cheek.

"Happy anniversary Tom Branson."

They smiled as their gazes moved from their eyes to their lips. They leaned in closer and their lips brushed lightly against one another. The sensation of their lips on one another never ceased to amaze them. Each kiss sent flutters to their stomach and their hearts racing. It always left them breathless, amazed, and craving for more when it was over.

Tom looked into Sybil's eyes and smiled. God. This incredible woman…How did I get this lucky?

"I'm so incredibly happy you said yes," Tom whispered, "Sometimes I can't believe it, that you're here with me in Dublin, making a life for ourselves…"

Tom reached for Sybil's belly and splayed out his hand, rubbing her abdomen with his thumb.

"…our little one."

Sybil looked down and covered his hand with hers. They were going to have a child together. A child. The thought excited and scared her. They were going to be parents soon to a rambunctious little girl or boy.

"Sometimes I can't believe this is real," She whispered.

Tom stared at her belly, in awe of the life that was growing inside her.

"It became real when you said yes."

They shared another kiss and pulled each other in for a tight embrace.

Tom sighed and turned his head to rest his cheek on the crown of Sybil's head.

"And I use your lotion because get I frustrated at work. Not frustrated frustrated. The real frustrated. When things get overwhelming, I usually run my hands over my face. And when I do, I can smell your lotion on my hands and it reminds me of you. I imagine you're standing next to me, encouraging me to go on."

Sybil pulled away and Tom saw she was smiling up at him.

"You don't have to buy me my lotion. I'm happy to buy it myself, for us."

He grinned kissed her on the tip of her nose.

"Thank you love."

Sybil smiled and poked his side, knowing he was ticklish here. Tom jumped and she started to laugh.

"And besides, you might get the wrong one like you did the last time."

Tom rubbed his side and started to laugh with her.

"Hey! All the bottles looked alike!"