Chapter Two

A/N : I'm trying to pace my updates, because I have writer's block, but I gave up on that and I've just decided to put it up as soon as I finish it. Also, soz about the lack of updates on 'Like Mother, Like Daughter', but I've got serious writer's block on that too.

Cora, Robert, Mary and Edith all ran through the entrance hall, towards the front door. Once they'd reached the already open door, Cora bolted through it, while Mary and Edith stayed back out of shock and Robert out of spite for the man helping his youngest daughter out off the car in which he had driven himself and his wife to her childhood home. As soon as Tom had released his wife's hand, Cora flung her arms around Sybil and held her so tight that it looked as if they would need a rope and a grappling hook to prise her away. Edith stepped forward to embrace her sister and when she had finished, Mary did the same. When she pulled away from her sister, she realised what she had felt. She looked down towards Sybil's stomach and saw that it was rounded, not to a great extent, but enough to be noticed at close range.

"How long?"

"Only four months to go now, I'm five months gone."

"Why didn't you tell us?" cut in Edith.

"I wanted to tell you, face to face. I didn't believe that it was the type of news that would be best conveyed on paper, or by telephone. Besides, I wanted to see your reaction!"

"There's the cheeky Sybil that we all know and love! Welcome back, Sybil, darling!"

"Thank you! I've missed you all so much, you wouldn't believe it!"

In all the commotion, the only person who had really stopped to notice that Tom Branson even existed, and was no longer the chauffeur, was Robert, who acknowledged him with a stony glare, then began to walk inside with the rest of the family. 'This is going to take some getting used to' thought Tom 'but I don't think it's going to be plain sailng from hereon in.'

With that, he grabbed the bags and began to make his way inside.