AN: This took much longer than I honestly intended. Nothing seemed to be going right for me today, but at least I finally finished this chapter! I sincerely hope that it was worth the wait!

Robert woke suddenly, looking around as he heard strange sound, and he began to look around, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. He was confused by his surrounding, and he heard the sound once more. Suddenly he remembered that he was in America, and the memories of sleeping with Cora in his arms last night began to replay through his mind. CORA. He quickly sat upright, realizing that she was not beside him. He looked around the room again and quickly pulled on his dressing gown, "Cora? Darling are you here?" He heard more sounds, and he followed them to a closed door. He pushed open the door to Cora's washroom, peeking inside, "Cora?" When he spotted her in a heap on the floor, he rushed to her, quickly dropping to his knees.

"I'm fine, Robert," she said softly," It's just that I get terribly sick at around this time each day. Mother says it's normal for pregnancy."

Robert cringed, for the mention of anything medical made him terribly embarrassed. Still, he took Cora's hand in his, "Is there anything I can do or get for you?"

She smiled up at him, "I think I'll be alright. I'm sorry that you had to see me like this, Robert." She ran her hand across his cheek, noting the stubble beginning to appear. She began to climb to her feet, and she quickly felt the protests of her back muscles. He noticed her wince, and he helped her get up more comfortably. Once she was on her feet, he surprised her by pulling her into an embrace, his arms cushioning her protectively. She welcomed his warm touch, and she buried her face in his chest. He smiled down at her, loving the feeling of her pressed tightly against him. His smile faded a bit as he once again realized that this wonderful feeling had been available to him all along.

"Why don't you have a bath, my dear? It may soothe some of your troubles away," he sighed, gently kissing the top of her hair and gently rubbing her back, "I don't want you to be miserable."

She looked up at him, her hand going up to play at the nape of his neck as she brought him in close for a gentle kiss, as their lips parted, she grinned up at him, "Oh, Robert. I could never be miserable at the thought of carrying our child. I think I will take a bath, though, so you are free to go down to breakfast without me if you'd like."

He hesitated, "Well, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable on my own with your parents. Your mother looks as though she might tear me to shreds if I so much as blink the wrong way."

"Well, now you know how I feel most of the time back at Downton with your mother, Robert," she sighed, frowning. He immediately regretted his words, for he knew that she was right, and he knew very well how his mother could be. He took her hand once more, bringing it to his lips yet again, trying to defuse the situation.

"Forgive me for that, darling. I had no right to speak in such a manner, for I can't complain when I think of everything my mother has put you through," he smiled shyly. "However, that only shows me that you are a much stronger person than I, and it also reminds me how lucky I am to have you."

"Oh, Robert," she sighed, pulling him in for another kiss, "When you speak in such ways, I find it very difficult to stay mad at you. Now, go down to breakfast. I'll be down after my bath, and then you can take me for a walk around the area." She playfully pushed him out of the washroom, and she followed behind him, ringing for her maid. "You should find Watson. You still need to be dressed."

He nodded, but he pulled her closer to him, "I know that I need to be, but that doesn't mean that I want to be." He grinned and kissed her tenderly, his hands resting on her hips, lingering there. When they broke again, her cheeks were flushed, and her blue eyes a little darker. "There will be plenty of time for that later, my dear. Now, I shall take my leave. I love you, Cora." He brushed his lips across her cheek, not really wanting to leave her.

"And I love you, Robert," she grinned back at him as she turned away from him. A knock at the door signaled the arrival of her maid, and he chuckled as he slipped by her in his dressing gown. "I would like to have a bath, Fisher."

"Of course, m'lady. Let me run the water for you, is there anything else you would like," Fisher asked dutifully.

"If you could get me a powder, I think I'm beginning to have one of my head aches," she said, her temples beginning to pound slightly. Fisher ran her bath water, then left to get her powder. She laid out an outfit for Cora, and then she waited for her to leave the bathtub. As she helped her into a pale blue dress, she asked if her headache was better. "It's manageable, thank you, Fisher."

Meanwhile, Watson had quickly dressed Robert in one of his tweed jackets, and he had arrived down at the breakfast table. The Levinsons looked up, shocked to find their son-in-law down at the table. Martha raised her brow, "Robert? I thought you would be too afraid to join us at the table." Isidore chuckled softly as Robert fidgeted slightly, knowing how intimidating his wife could be.

"Don't worry, Robert. You are very welcome at this table."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," Robert said with a smile of his own. He glanced at the other man to his left, "Hello, Harold. How have you been lately?"

Harold Levinson looked up from his plate at his brother-in-law, "I've been investing in a few odd projects here and there. That sort of thing."

"And how is your boat holding up," he asked politely, sensing Harold's sarcastic tone.

"She's a beauty, and she can stand up to anything. I actually have been looking in to purchasing another on-"

"The last thing you need is another boat, Harold. How about bringing home a woman that you actually intend to keep," Martha replied, quickly and effectively silencing her son with one of her trademark looks.

Robert began to grow uncomfortable again when suddenly Cora appeared in the doorway looking absolutely stunning. He stood as gentleman should do, and she walked closer to him, "Shall we take our walk now? I could use some air."

"Certainly, my dear," he smiled, walking out of the room with her and leading her out the front door. "Thank you for rescuing me," he chuckled as she put her arm through his.

"It sounded as though Mother and Harold were about to start one of their arguments about his womanizing, and I didn't want you to be embarrassed. I'm afraid my mother has no filter, and Harold simply doesn't care. Things are very different here than at Downton," she chuckled.

He paused to steal a quick kiss, "I will embrace this strange lifestyle as long as you're in it with me. We are one, Cora, and it's about time I started treating you that way."

She leaned up on her tiptoes to press a longer kiss to his lips, "Well, that is certainly a start."