A/N: This is for , so sorry it took so long, and I hope this is what you were looking for!
In response to some reviews: 1) I realize that it is possible to get pregnant while breastfeeding, but I also know that it is less likely. It was a method of birth control used for a long time. 2) Yes! I do know know that phones calls were NOT private and that others could have been listening in on the Branson's call. Maybe that will end up being a little fic... 3) Herold, not Harold. Sorry! That's embarrassing.
1921: The Branson's London Home
"I like watching you work with your hands."
Tom turned away from the window he was currently repairing to look at his wife. He smiled, "Do you?"
"Mhmm," Sybil bounced Benjamin a bit on her hip, making him giggle. "I always have. Watching you tinker with Papa's cars…"
"Expertly repair, you mean," he interrupted.
"…and now with the house, you've made it so nice for us. I love the bookcases you made." Sybil looked behind her to the low bookcases running the length of the room.
"Yes, I remember you being very appreciative," Tom smirked and Sybil blushed, both remembering making love against the shelves on that warm afternoon.
"Do you remember during the war, when you were fixing the door in the library at Downton?"
"I don't understand how this could happen." Tom Looked up at Mr. Carson's voice and watched him and Mrs. Hughes enter the Servants Hall. He continued, "What were the officers doing that the door came off the hinges?"
"I don't know Mr. Carson, that is not the point. We now need to get it repaired and we've no one to do it," sighed Mrs. Hughes, one hand on her tired forehead.
"I can do it, Mr. Carson." The butler and Housekeeper looked at Tom.
"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Branson, but the last time you offered to help, we had the incident with the General."
Tom had the decency to look shamefaced.
"Mr. Carson, we have no other option," Mrs. Hughes replied. "The door needs to be fixed as soon as possible."
"Fine," Mr. Carson conceded. "But if I hear one peep of trouble, you will be on the next train out of Downton."
"Nurse Crawley…Nurse Crawley!"
Sybil pulled her eyes away from Branson working at one of the doors to her shift supervisor calling her name. "Yes, Nurse Howard?"
"Please make sure that all the men have their medications this afternoon, I'm leaving early today."
"Yes, Nurse Howard," Sybil waited until Nurse Howard had left the library turned her attention back towards Branson. Why was he doing this sort of work? She thought, walking towards him. "Branson?"
"Good afternoon, M'lady," Branson smiled at her, but quickly returned to his work.
"What happened?"
"Not sure, M'lady, Mr. Carson found it broken this morning and he couldn't find anyone to fix it. So I offered to do it."
"Do all chauffeurs know woodwork?" Sybil smiled at him. He looks rather handsomein his shirtsleeves, with a bit of sweat glistening on his forehead.
Branson laughed, "I doubt it. But when you grow up in a house full of women like I did, you learn lots of things trying to keep everything running smoothly." Sybil continued staring at him, with a strange look on her face, "M'lady? Shouldn't you be getting back to your nursing?"
Sybil broke from her trance, blushing. "Yes, of course. Good luck, Branson."
"You wouldn't stop staring at me," Tom said, remembering the day.
"Yes well, I kept thinking about us…about what it would be like to marry you. I was picturing you doing just as you are now. Working around our home-because you wanted to, not because you had to-Taking care of me."
Tom pulled her to him for a kiss, "I love you."
"Da! Da! Da!" interrupted Ben, feeling neglected.
"And I love you too, lad, " they laughed. "Now let me finish this, we'll put the babe down for a nap and you can tell me again how much you like my hands."
A/N2: Still accepting prompts if you'd like me to write something for you!