Here's the second part! To be honest, this was only supposed to be a one shot but I forgot to mark it as completed. I saw that some of you wanted more and I kinda didn't say that it was a one-shot, so I decided to write more. ENJOY!

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November 1920

Sybil peered into the room and saw her husband sitting by the widow with their daughter safely in his arms. He stared at her sleeping face as she stirred in her sleep. She wiggled and a tiny foot came out of the warm cocoon of blankets. Tom brushed a finger across her impossibly small toes and covered her foot with the blanket one again. Sybil watched him as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Sybbie's forehead.

Tom took a hand from underneath Sybbie so he was only supporting her with one arm. She stirred again, Immediately, Tom stroked her cheek to sooth his daughter.

"Shh, my darling girl. Da's here."

Sybbie relaxed in her father's arms as he put his hand over her chest. He stared intently at her face as he kept his hand on her chest. After many seconds passed, he took a deep breath and held Sybbie with both his arms once more.

Sybil smiled at the scene.

'He's a wonderful father.'

Sybil made up her mind and knocked lightly on the door frame and opened the door. She stepped inside and made her way to her family.

"How is she?"

She planted a kiss on Tom's forehead before sitting down next to him to observe their daughter.

"Like an angel. Been sleeping all day."

They smiled at each other and Tom placed his hand on her chest again. He watched as their daughter's chest rose and fell with every breath. Again, he took his hand away and let out a sigh.

"Why do you do that?"

Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

"Do what?"

"Press you hand on her chest? I'm worried you might be putting to much pressure on her and she won't be able to breathe."

"I was checking her heartbeat."

It was Sybil's turn to be confused.

"Why?"

Tom adjusted his hold on Sybbie and began.

"I know Dr. Clarkson said that Sybbie is perfectly healthy, but I can't help but worry about her."

"I worry about Sybbie all the time too Tom. It's natural to worry."

Tom sighed and dropped his gaze back to the sleeping baby between them.

"I know…"

Sybil watched as Tom drew his lips into a tight line. She put her hand on his and stroked. Her touch always calmed him down. When Tom was ready to speak, his voice was low and quiet.

"I fear…I fear that I've passed on my heart condition to our daughter."

Sybil's blood ran cold.

"Heart condition?"

"I have a heart murmur. Remember?"

She did remember. Not because he told her. Because she gave it to him all those years ago to save him from himself.

He needed to know the truth. She gathered up the courage to tell him. She couldn't keep this from him.

"Tom…"

"I know. I know. Dr. Clarkson says that she's healthy, but what if she's not? I've been to the doctor plenty of times before and they haven't detected my murmur until a few years ago. I'm so worried. Sybil, if Sybbie has a heart murmur, I don't…I don't…"

Tom's eyes finally met his wife's. They were brimming with tears.

Sybil's hands were now on Tom's cheeks brushing away the tears that he had fought so desperately to hold back.

"My darling…I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

Sybil dropped her hands away from his face, searching for his hands to hold. She found one resting on his forearm, still cradling their girl.

"Remember when you told me you'd been called up and you told me about your plan to object against the war?"

"Aye."

"A few days later they rejected you."

"Because of my heart murmur."

"It's exactly that."

She squeezed hard on his hand. Sybil leaned in and lightly brushed her lips on his. She pressed her forehead to his and spoke in his native Irish.

"Mo stór. Tá grá agam duit. Nach fuath liom, le do thoil."

Slowly, she pulled away, anticipating one of the worst fights they would have.

"You don't have a heart murmur."

Tom looked at her, wide-eyed.

"What?"

"I changed the results from your medical."

The look on Tom's face changed. His body stiffened and his face was completely blank. Sybil knew Tom well enough to know the signs when he was angry or sad. Not this time. She couldn't read him anymore.

"What?"

'I shouldn't have said anything.'

Sybil started to panic and the words started to flow out, like a dam that had just burst.

"I was working at the hospital the day you went in. I knew that your physical was in the afternoon so I asked the head nurse to switch my shift to the afternoon. I saw you walk out of the room with the doctor behind you. Once you had left, I snuck into the examination room. The doctor left your papers on the desk."

Sybil paused, trying to gauge his reaction. Nothing.

"He said that you were fit for duty."

Tom stared blankly at her while she held fast on his hands.

"Tom, you must understand. I couldn't let you go to prison without doing something."

Sybil was unnerved. She had never seen Tom like this before. It was not like him to hide his emotions away. She watched him as he leaned in close to her.

He handed Sybbie over to her mother. He kissed his daughter and his wife on their cheeks, face still emotionless. Sybil watched him as he got up and headed for the door. Before he reached the door, Sybil called out to him. Her voice cracked, knowing that the tears were coming fast.

"Tom? Where are you going?"

Tom looked over his shoulder, only his profile was revealed. A weak smile was on his lips.

"I'll see you before dinner."

He shut the door.

Translation: My darling. I love you. Please don't hate me. (I'm pretty sure this translation is wrong. If it is wrong, please tell me and I'll fix it!)