Edith reread the letter in her room after dinner that night. She was filled with fear as she read that dreaded word. Pregnant. No it couldn't be right she thought hopelessly although she knew the truth. She had suspected it when she started feeling ill in the mornings and found herself dizzy throughout the day. She tried not to panic as she read the letter over again. If only Michael were around. If only he would return. If only he had never left. Then she wouldn't feel so alone. But she was being selfish. After all Michael had gone to Germany for her. He had gone to divorce his insane wife so she could marry him. He loved her. But she still felt helpless and alone. She heard a knock on her door and took a deep breath before tucking the letter under her pillow. She stood up and called for the knocker to enter. She was nervous as to who it could be. If it was a family member she knew she would break down and tell them everything. She sighed in relief as her maid entered the room and assisted her in getting ready for bed. As Edith lay in her bed that night she shook her head at her foolishness. Tell her family? How absurd! They would never forgive her. No. She would not tell them. This was her secret. Her child. Her Michael. She wouldn't tell them. She lay awake for several more hours trying to convince her she was right in her decision. But she wasn't so sure what was right and wrong anymore.
(I know it's short but let me know what you think. Thanks! This takes place in the fourth season the night after she received the letter from the clinic confirming her pregnancy. I do not own Downton Abbey no matter how many stars I wish upon. It belongs to Julian Fellows.)