Evening At Brancaster

A very short one shot about one of Edith and Bertie's first quiet evenings together after their marriage. (I haven't watched the last series since it was on TV and when I haven't watched an episode for a while I have a tendency to accidentally repeat lines, so sorry if there are any repetitions from the show!) Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

It was ten o'clock; the thick curtains shut out the bitter night softly murmuring against the panes and the room was warmly lit by the muffled light of the lamps and the steady burning of the fire. It was very still, and quiet, save the slight shifting of logs in the fireplace, and the slow ticking of the clock.
"Well at least that's over with," remarked Bertie interrupting the silence as he entered the room with Edith at his side.
"Thank God!" Edith exclaimed with a smile, going to the decanter. The newlywed couple had just finished entertaining a rather insipid party of Bertie's distant relations.
"When will we have some peace to ourselves?" she complained, still smiling, as she poured herself a drink.
"It's mandatory, I'm afraid, " Bertie said softly, sitting down before the fire, "but at least that's the last of them."
Edith joined Bertie on the sofa, curling up next to him as he put his arm around her.
"What is it?" she asked, observing Bertie's gaze.
"Nothing, I just can't quite believe this angel sitting next to me is my wife."
Edith leaned forward and kissed him affectionately before settling back down into his embrace.
"Oh Bertie," she said softly, "I don't think I've ever felt so...complete."
"Neither have I," Bertie replied earnestly.
The warm fire light flickered upon their faces and the room returned to a peaceful silence.

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