"Is Anna alright, Mary?" Sybil asked as she descended the grand staircase, "she seems very quiet and like a frightened mouse."
Mary looked up from the post she was reading.
"I'm not sure, she won't tell me anything," Mary said, "she seemed a bit off when she dressed me for bed the night of the concert."
"Sybil!" Tom called.
She turned around.
"I'm having a day off today, though we could spend some time, just me, you and May," her husband smiled.
Sybil sighed. Its not that she didn't want a lovely family day, its just she had to see the Doctor about something.
"Oh Tom I would love to but…" Sybil started.
"But what, come on Sybil what's wrong you seemed a but off with me this morning."
"I need to see the Doctor!"
Well that came out harsher than she intended it to be.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked, his face creased and worried.
Sybil walked over to Tom, her eyes full of worry. Of course this worried Tom more, so he held Sybil in his arms.
"I just feel so ill all the time," Sybil sighed, "headaches, I'm being sick a lot too mainly in the mornings."
"I'll come with you, then!" Tom exclaimed.
"Then who will look after May, Tom I'll be fine, I can go to the Doctors without someone holding my hand."
Oh Tom does look cute when he is worried Sybil thought to herself.
"If you say so," Tom sighed, "but as soon as you find out what's wrong tell me, even if it is nothing, or else I'll worry."
Kissing her husband, Sybil felt a wave of relief that she had someone who cared for her so much.
"I better be off now," Sybil smiled, "May is in the nursery she want's you."
They said their goodbyes and Sybil, made her way out of Downton.
"George, no!" May's voice squealed as her cousin stole her favourite wooden toy and shoved it into his mouth.
"George, get that out of your mouth!" Matthew ordered, battling with his son, to get the wooden toy back.
"Here May, what about this chicken," Tom said making the worst chicken impressions in the world.
The children and Matthew, just looked at Tom as if to say "really?"
"I'm trying my best, ok," Tom sighed.
"So where is Sybil going then?" Matthew asked.
"The Doctors," Tom said, "she was being awfully fishy about it. I hope nothing is wrong."
"Oh you know Sybil, she doesn't like to burden anyone with her problems. I wish Mary was like that," Matthew stated.
May, looked between the two men, as they discussed her mother, with curious eyes.
"She is very aware isn't she," Matthew said.
"Very clever May is," Tom laughed looking at his daughter with pride, "the other day, she said to me after my conversation with Violet and Robert, Da, did you really used to be the uppity chauffer?"
Matthew laughed and shook his head.
"I'm surprised she can pronounce the words," Matthew smiled, "though I suppose little children repeat what they hear."
They sat in silence for a while. Well May didn't. She started babbling on about some game she was playing with her toys. There was suddenly a knock at the door.
"Its just me," Cora smiled, looking down at the children, "I just wanted to check on the children. Oh look at you two, you look like the couple with children yourself."
They laughed and Cora, very unladylike, knelt down on the floor to fuss the children.
"May is making a farm," Tom explained, "and apparently George is an evil monster swooping down and eating all the animals."
"Well part of that is true," Matthew sighed, once again fishing a wooden toy out of George's mouth.
"She has such an imagination," Cora laughed as May started instructing people on where to put the animals."
"Da, put that there, and Matthew you line then up and Granny put that there," May instructed, pointing and shaking her head when someone got something wrong.
Then another knock at the door. Carson entered this time and May abandoned the game and started to jump up and down in excitement.
"Calm down darling," Tom sighed.
Carson, who was trying to restrain a smile, puffed out his chest and spoke.
"The Dowager Countess is here to see you milady," Carson said, "she also said to bring down Lady- Miss May and Master George."
"Come on you lot," Cora smiled, "thank you Carson we will be down in a moment."
"Old Granny, is old Granny here Da?" May smiled, jumping up and down so fast she was a blur.
"Yes now hurry up or you won't see her," Tom sighed.
They came down the stairs and entered the drawing room, to see Violet in her fluffiest coat and her legendary cane. She wore her usual expression of disapproval, but when she saw her great grand-children, her lips twisted into a little smile.
"Old Granny, Old Granny!" May chanted jumping up and down, running towards Violet.
"My my, isn't she a wild thing," she said, then she looked at Tom, "well with her Irish blood it doesn't surprise me."
Instead of taking it to offence, Tom just smiled and went to grab May.
"What a pleasure to see you," Cora smiled bending down to kiss her mother in law's cheeks.
"Matthew, Bra- Tom," Violet nodded, "my little George has grown and May well she has grown in energy, I'll say."
"What do we owe this pleasure?" Matthew smiled.
"I just wanted to see the grand-children," Violet smiled, "oh and to discuss your mother, Matthew. She is becoming insufferable. She is determined to undermine me."
"Oh no what has happened this time?" Cora sighed sitting down.
"Well, she asked to take on this young man as a gardener, so out of the goodness of my heart, I took him on. Then I realised my favourite paper knife has disappeared. This new gardener was in the room, when I realised it was missing. The only explanation was that he had stole it, but Mrs Crawley is determined to prove his innocence."
There was silence, no one dared to contradict the Dowager.
"Well lets hope things resolve themselves," Tom smiled, trying to keep on both sides.
Much later on, when the Dowager had left and Sybil was back, Tom, Sybil and May sat in the library and Tom wore an expression of shock on his face.
"Is Doctor Clarkson quite sure?" Tom asked for the 50th time.
"Yes, quite sure," Sybil smiled, her hand intertwined with Tom's, "he said that's why I have been sick a lot and been having my headaches."
After a minute relief flooded over Tom, and he pulled Sybil in a tight embrace. He then kissed her and couldn't stop smiling.
"Our second child," he laughed, "oh god. Thank god! When are we going to tell the others? At dinner tonight? Or tomorrow?"
"Tom calm down," Sybil smiled, "its to soon to tell them, but after about two weeks we will. I don't want them to get their hopes up and then something happens to the baby, so please keep quiet Tom."
"Of course."
They then pulled each other close together and kissed.
"Oh sorry am I interrupting something?" Edith said laughing slightly.
"Well yes," Tom said, deserving him an elbow in his ribs.
"Don't worry, I only came to get some paper," Edith sighed.
"Are you writing to Michael Gregson?" Sybil asked.
"Yes as a matter of fact," Edith sniffed sticking her nose in the air, "so what if I am, some of us have long distance relationships, its hard."
"There is nothing wrong with it I think its terribly romantic, I'm glad your finally getting some happiness," Sybil said.
Smiling, Edith left the room.
"It was so hard not to say anything then," Tom groaned.
"Its only for two weeks Tom!" Sybil sighed, "but I can tell your chuffed and that's all that matters to me."