Back at Downton Lady Edith's reception was taking place in the Hall, and the reception from the Carson's wedding was taking place in the Library. Elsie had a glass of champagne on her hand, and was sitting next to her husband in her white wedding dress. Everyone was having fun, drinking and laughing, and Jane and Richard were running around.

-I would like to propose a toast. - Mrs. Patmore took her glass of champagne, and looked at the happy couple.

-Charlie, pour me some more champagne for the toast.

-Of course Mrs. Carson

He took the bottle form the table and was about to pour it when his hand started shaking uncontrollably and the liquid fell to the floor. He quickly left the bottle on the table and looked at Elsie, ashamed.

-I'm so sorry I did that.

-Charles, what was that?

-It's getting worse.

-What is getting worse?

-I'm sorry.

He stood up and left the room. Elsie followed Charles with her eyes until he closed the door.

-Excuse me. – She stood up and followed her husband, leaving her glass on the table.

Charles was looking down to the guests that where on the Hall. He looked sad, and his hands were shaking lightly. Elsie walked to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, what made him turn to look at her.

-I'm sorry Elsie; probably I embarrassed you in front of everyone because of this.

-You have not. I would never feel ashamed or embarrassed.

-I should have told you before about it.

-We could ask Dr. Clarkson to take a look at your hands.

-I don't think…

-I would feel better knowing what's wrong. I'll call tomorrow morning and ask for an appointment.

-There's no need because I already know what it is.

-You know? – Elsie tried to look at him in the eye, but he didn't move his head.

-Yes. My father had it, and my grandfather before that, and it finished both their careers. It doesn't have a name.

-What happened to them?

-They just had shaky hands, but they weren't able to perform their duties as butlers, so they had to retire.

-Then everything's fine.

-No, it is not! I don't have anything now! I won't be able to be a butler anymore. What do I have left?

-You have me. You can't serve dinner; you can't pour drinks, that don't mean you can't be a butler.

-Elsie, butlers do those things you just said I can't do.

-Butlers do much more than just serve dinner. You decide the wines for his Lordship, you polish the silver, and you watch the footman to make sure everything goes underway at luncheon and dinner. You do much more than just pour drinks. Barrow can do that.

-I couldn't possibly go on like this. I'm sorry Elsie.

-Alright. – She made him turn his head to look at her. – You feel better like this then we will live with it. It doesn't matter, we can manage. Now, we will go back to the Library and drink to our beautiful life. Understood?

-We switched places, now you are trying to make me happy.

-I had to return the favour, didn't I? Come on Mr. Carson, Mrs. Carson is thirsty and she wants to see her little beans running around making Mrs. Patmore go crazy. - She kissed his lips lightly and followed him to the Library.

-Elsie, close your eyes! – Beryl run to her and covered her eyes with her hand.

-What are you doing? You are going to make me fall!

-Shush and close your eyes. Mr. Carson, make sure she keeps her eyes close.

-Anything you say Mrs. Patmore.

-Okay. Jane, Richard, time for our little surprise. Let's see how these 22 months monkeys do it.

-Ma has sisted. – Jane smiled at Elsie, who had her eyes closed, with her hand clasped inside her husbands.

-Very good Jane. Now you Richard.

-Bewy is mame Ma's sisted.

-Becky, but great. Go on. Now you two go on without me.

-She feautiful but has poblem.

-She in Swotland but no today.

-Ma! Open eyes!

Jane and Richard run to their ma and took her hands. She opened her eyes to see a woman of blue eyes and brown curly hair standing in front of her.

-You are here. – Elsie felt tears in her eyes as she looked at Becky, who was smiling at her

-Your friends helped.

-You're standing on your own. Where's the wheelchair?

-Don't need it. Your friends… helped me… stand and speak… better.

-You are here, standing in front of me!

-Wanted I to be here… with you… on your wedding.

Elsie run to her sister and hugged her tightly against her chest, crying, laughing and smiling. Becky had improved so much, she really could speak better now, she could form better sentences, and she walked without any help. She had colour in her cheeks and her auburn curls were brushed and in a low ponytail with a blue bow decorating it.

-I'm so happy. I just never thought that I would see you like this. Never.

-O'Brien helped lot.

-Sarah O'Brien?

-Yes.

-Beryl Patmore, you better explain everything to me right now!

-We found O' Brien, phoned her, told her what we wanted to do and after arguing for a bit she said she was in Scotland, working, and she agreed on helping Becky. Every once in a while we travelled there and helped too, and now Becky is able to brush her hair without any problem and take her clothes off without help from anyone. She has improved so much she was able to walk without any help and without the wheelchair, so we brought her as your wedding gift.

-It's the best thing in the world Beryl. Thank you all for this. Jane, Richard, - she looked down at her kids and smiled. – This is Aunt Becky.

-Can we hug her?

-Of course you can.

Both run to her and hugged her legs, what made her laugh and smile, the best sound in the world for Elsie. She looked at Becky smiling, unable to stop crying. It was as if her mother was back, laughing and having the time of her life.

-Your sister is lovely. – Charles whispered in her ear.

-She looks so much like my Ma.

-She would be the happiest woman in this planet if she were here.

-Looking at Becky makes me think that she's here.

-It's almost midnight! New Year is approaching- Baxter gave Jane and Richard two glasses of orange juice and a cup of tea to Becky.

-Ten minutes to go and a new year will come. What would you change about these two horrible years Charles?

-I wouldn't change anything.

-Anything? Not even the incident?

-Not even that, because if I did I wouldn't have you in a beautiful white dress in front of me, with your sister playing with the kids and a beautiful life ahead.

-I think you would change one thing.

-What?

-Your shaky hands.

-Please, I don't want to take about that.

-Well, I do. With shaky hands can you take care of a child?

-Of course I can. I can't pour wine but I won't let a child fall from my arms.

-Good.

-Why do you ask that?

-I just don't want you to drop Jane or Richard.

-Five minutes! I'm so excited I could drink the whole bottle!

-Daisy! You just can't control these young girls anymore. – Mrs. Patmore looked disappointedly at Daisy.

-Why don't we go downstairs and welcome this year with the family?

-Good idea Mr. Carson. Come on, everyone to the Hall.

Becky walked with the children to the door, following Bates, Mr. Molesley and Anna, chatting and laughing. They walked down the stairs to meet the family and discovered that Lady Edith had left long ago.

-I wish I could have said goodbye. – Elsie placed a hand on Charles' upper arm.

-She wanted to say goodbye to you too, but romance called, and she answered. Doesn't matter. You all have your glasses? – Lady Cora looked around.

-Yes. One minute to go! – Daisy jumped with Jane.

-Right, now or never. May I have your attention please? Just for a minute. -The room turned quiet. - Charles, what would you prefer to have, a dog or a child?

-I don't know.

-Try to think what would make you happier. Dog or child?

-I suppose that a baby would make me happier.

-Okay. Becky, would you prefer to be the aunt of a dog or a child?

-I like kids.

-Jane, Richard, what would you like, a dog or a child?

-Ma, dog is big, and scary.

-But soft and warm.

-Dog or child? What would you prefer?

-I don't like Dog. I want child.

-And you Richard?

-I like dog.

-Then three children and one dog. – She turned to Charles.

-What is this for?

-Twenty seconds to go. Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen… I'm going to grant you your wish. I'm four months pregnant.

-You are what?! – Charles was taken off guard by this and looked at Elsie with his eyes wide open.

-I'm pregnant. Dr. Clarkson said that some woman can have children until very late in life, some don't have healthy children and others are lucky, and it seems that I'm one of those women. I could easily bear you children until I reached fifty-five. He says that I'm healthy and the risk of a miscarriage is gone, he says that Baby bean is healthy too, and there's very little chance of something going wrong, after all I gave birth to twins and everything went perfectly. I'm 11 days and ten seconds from turning 50, and we - she pointed at Charles and then at herself. – are pregnant.

-I'm going to be a father.

-Five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year! - Daisy jumped happily.

Charles looked at Elsie, who smiled at him and bit her lip. He dropped the glass and kissed her passionately, smiling against her lips. He placed his hands around her waist and brought her as close to him as he could.

-Congratulations Carson, old boy. – Lord Grantham shook Charles' hand and smiled at him. – A great start for the year 1912. Congratulations Mrs. Carson.

-Thank you My Lord.

-When were you going to tell me about it?! – Beryl walked to her smiling.

-I've waited for two months to be able to tell you all. Dr. Clarkson wanted to wait until the risk of losing Baby bean passed, and then I thought that telling you all in New Year's Eve would make the start of this year the best of your lives. So, I'm pregnant.

-Lord knows that Carson doesn't have a problem! – Lady Mary run to him and hugged him. – I'm so happy for you two. Really happy.

-Thank you My Lady. It means so much to us that you are happy about it.

Elsie walked to her sister as Charles talked with Lady Mary. She was sitting on the floor, playing with Jane and Richard. Before she reached her destination she was congratulated by Baxter, Daisy, Anna, Bates and Mr. Molesley.

-Becky. – Her sister looked up at her and smiled. – Children, go with Mr. Barrow, I think he's a bit lonely and needs someone to play with. – They stood and run to Thomas, who was nursing a glass of champagne. A smile appeared on his lips when they children asked him to play with them. Elsie sat in front of her. – Are you happy Becky?

-I'm happy. It's nice here.

-You've done so well today.

-I have no fallen!

-No, you haven't, and I'm very glad. What do you think of the children?

-They are nice. Funny, and they hug me.

-They do? Do you like it when they hug you?

-Yes. I don't get many hugs.

-Well, I'm sure you will get lots of hugs from now on. You have done a wonderful work in this year, and I'm very proud of you. I just want you to know that. I'm proud of you. – Becky smiled brightly at her and leaned to take the hair pin from her sister's hair.

-Ma's.

-Yes. You don't mind that I wore it today, do you?

-I don't mind. You look pretty.

-I'm sure that if you wore it you would look beautiful too. Just like Ma.

-Ma was pretty too.

-Yes, she was. She is. She will always be.

-Ma proud of me too?

-Ma would be proud of you too. She would be the happiest and proudest mother in the world.

-I'm happy for you Elsie.

-I'm happy too. Very happy.

-Ma happy for you too.

Becky hugged her sister and rested her head on her chest. Elsie felt tears in her eyes and smiled.

-I know. – She whispered against her sister's hair.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them she saw them standing there, in the Hall, smiling up at her. She was a beautiful thin lady of blue eyes and brown long curls, and the man standing next to her was a hard working farmer with blue eyes and auburn hair. They both smiled at the sisters and just as they had appeared they disappeared, as if they had been made out of smoke, wind had blown and they were gone. Elsie hugged her sister closer to her body.