In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never, ever think of counting sheep
He was getting married in the morning.
It was the middle of the night, and he was awake, because he was getting married in the morning.
They'd almost cancelled the wedding, over some stupid reason that he'd honestly forgotten, but thanks to Tom Branson and his sanity, he was still going to marry Mary in the morning.
Mary.
She was the woman of his dreams, the love of his life, and they were finally, finally, after everything they'd been through, getting married in the morning.
The whole family had come to Downton for the wedding. Her American grandmother had made the journey, and was giving the Dowager everything she deserved.
Because he was marrying Mary in the morning.
And Mary was all he could think about, because it was finally happening.
So, he lay there, awake, in the middle of the night, in the wee hours of the morning, and Mary was all he could think about.
Because he was marrying Mary in the morning.