AN: so here it is. Chapter 9 andthe big reveal. Let me know what you think in the reviews.
One month later
Mary woke with a start in a cold and empty bed. Tom had gone to London on business and she had missed him massively the last few days, it wasn't the same without him. Her days were dull and filled with far less laughter. Nights were doubly lonely, she longed to be with him, in every way. Sighing, she attempted to ring for Anna but as she leant over to the bell a sudden surge of nausea coursed through her body.
Throwing back the covers of the bed she ran into the en-suite and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Sitting onto the cold marble floor she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. All of this was so familiar...
She recalled the past month. She and Tom had been intimate every night. She hadn't had her courses!
"God Mary you idiot," she muttered angrily to herself. Had they not been careful? She supposed not, and the wedding was in two months!
Mary felt euphoria and apprehension in the space of twenty seconds. She knew, she knew that she was pregnant. Clasping a hand over her mouth and smiling, she whispered, "I have to tell someone! Who, who could I tell?"
After much deliberation she settled on Isobel. After all, this would hurt her slightly. However the old lady had been a comfort to Mary during the past few years, as Mary had been to her. They had bonded over their mutual love of Matthew. She was grateful that he had brought her closer to his mother. Ringing for Anna with a grin cemented on her face she dressed for the day and set off for Crawley House.
"Isobel," she called, pulling off her gloves, "Wait until you hear my news!"
Isobel stood up from her chair and looked inquisitively at her former daughter-in-law.
"Well tell me quickly my dear," motioning for the seat opposite by the bay window which Mary took eagerly.
"I'm pregnant!" She raised her eyebrows and her whole face lit up. Isobel was immediately transported back to when Mary had told her the same news, with Matthew by her side. Oh how she missed her darling boy.
"Mary, how wonderful," she took the younger lady's hand in hers and added, "I'm guessing you two couldn't wait?"
Mary blushed as she looked down into her lap.
"No, we couldn't. Oh but Isobel, he brings something out in me. Something so different and new. I can hardly explain it."
Isobel furrowed her brows. Mary was different, different from when she was with Matthew. Could it be that she never loved him?
"Mary, do you mean different from what Matthew brought out in you?"
The brunette thought deeply, trying to form an answer.
"Yes, in a way he does. It's all happened so quickly compared to Matthew and I. But in a big way it's similar, the love I feel for both men is so huge! Matthew amd I were almost the same person, we didn't even have to ask the others opinion, we just knew. Tom however, is both my opposite and my equal, the way he challenges me has brought out something different."
Isobel also thought deeply. She supposed Mary had a point. This new fiery Mary was far more in keeping with the Mary she had first met in 1912 than the gentle one of Matthew's creation. Mary was finally herself.
"Well then my dear, I am so terribly happy for you." She got up and rang for tea, immediately switching from mother figure to nurse, asking "Now when did your morning sickness begin?"
The remainder of the afternoon passed pleasantly for an extremely relieved Mary.
Now she just had to tell the others.
And Tom.
She couldn't wait to see his face.