Song Chapter : I'll remember You Sophie Zelmani
I'll remember you
You will be there in my heart
I'll remember you
But that is all that I can do
But I'll remember
It was a Sunday Morning in Dublin, rain was falling against the window and Tom was looking down at his wife as she lay there fast asleep. He brushed the hair from her eyes as she began to stir and when her eyes fluttered open her smile mirrored his own. He kissed her softly, gently placing several of those kisses on her neck and further down her body. Sybil halted him slightly as he looked up at her 'What do you want to do today?' she asked as he looked towards the damp weather outside then back at her. 'I've got a couple of ideas...' he replied with playful eyes running his hands down her naked body. He felt Sybil tense and looked up worried, why was she not responding to him? 'I thought maybe we could paint the spare room...' she suggested. Tom eyed her, confused and anxious. It was not a good sign when your wife was thinking about decorating rather than making love to her husband. Tom joined his wife at the top of the bed obviously annoyed by the interruption 'Okay, fine, what colour?' he asked in a dry unenthusiastic manner, staring at the wall. Sybil reached for his hand and muttered into his ear 'I was thinking maybe blue or pink...'
It took Tom a second or two to realize what his wife had just announced; he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were searching his, slightly rimmed with tears, she began with a smile but his pause had brought fear into her heart. She needn't have worried as he brought his hands to her face 'You mean...?' her tears began to fall as she responded 'I am...' He kissed her fast, and then rested his forehead upon her. 'You have given me everything a man could wish for, you know that.' Sybil didn't have to respond; she knew the joy she brought him as she'd felt it every day since she'd returned. 'You're going to be an amazing father' she whispered curling up into his arms.
Seven months later and a heavily pregnant Sybil was resting on a comfy chair in their living room, Tom was packing for an indefinite trip to Downton. They had all agreed that having the baby away from Ireland's troubles and in the Yorskhire countryside was the best course of action. It broke Tom's heart to leave his family once more, not knowing when he would return but he wanted the best for his new family.
Sybil had stopped her studies some time ago but Tom hadn't failed to notice that recently she was always seen scribbling away in a tiny notepad. He had put it down to boredom as even a couple of hours on her feet made her exhausted but tonight he was reminded how intrigued he was by this mysterious novel she was creating. He walked over, stroking her hair and kissing her on the cheek whilst distracting her enough to steal the book. 'Tom, please...don't' She cried as he ran away from her playfully, however as Tom started to read inside, his expression became serious. 'Sybil, what is this?' he flicked through the pages, anxious to read on. 'I didn't want to get your hopes up...' she explained as Tom sat on the foot stool near his wife. Tom read through the pages and pages of small neat script, written with love by his wife, hardly believing what he saw...
I remember a garden party, his hands holding mine...
At the rally, strong arms held me tight, never letting me go...
His crisp white shirts that fit me perfectly over my naked body, the first time we made love in his cottage...
'I've decided to travel and you my ticket...'
'You remember...?' he muttered, gazing up at her questionably. Sybil nodded her head rubbing her belly. 'Ever since I felt him kick I've had these flashbacks, I started to write them down thinking they were dreams but then they all started to make sense and now... I remember everything...' he wrapped his arms around her, the final puzzle piece in place 'I remember you...' she whispered.
Sean Aiden Branson was born a month later at Downton, it had not been an easy birth but mother and baby had survived and were now enjoying the bond they shared with Tom. Things had changed at Downton, the world had changed and now Robert greeted his son-in-law in the way Tom had always hoped for. Sean was christened at Downton church and Mr and Mrs Branson also had the blessing there Sybil had always dreamed of with her father walking her down the aisle.
After checking on their son Sybil returned to her room to see her husband reading in bed. 'How's Sean?' he enquired, welcoming her into his arms 'He's grand' she replied to the return of Tom's laughter, Sybil confused by her husband's hysterics. 'You have no idea how Irish you just sounded, I was must be rubbing off on you' Instead of returning the laughter Sybil lay on her husband's chest 'I miss it there you know, I hope one day we can go back.' Tom comforted her, pulling her closer and stroking her hair 'I know, Mo Ghrá, me too...'
Several years later they returned to their former home with two more children than before. They lived there for a further 40 years together until the 1960's. Sybil had been correct when she'd said Tom would be an amazing father, and there's no doubt she was a wonderful mother, and together they made many more amazing memories that would never be forgotten...
I want to thank everyone so much for reading my story, I loved writing it and reading your reviews, I know it ended a bit fluffy but I felt the film ending needed perking up a bit. So long, for now...