A.N: Hi guys! So I hope the whole pregnancy storyline hasn't upset anyone (out of wedlock ooohh). I would predict that the wedding will be very soon and that the chapters will get longer. Thank you so much for sticking with me for so long! Seriously the amount of people who have read this story is so humbling. Now, there will be more 'Brary' in this chapter...She does have to tell him the news after all! This chapter moved to 'm' but nothing too graphic because I'm not great with writing those kinds of stories. If anyone knows a good 'm' writer for the 'Brary' wedding night please let me know!
A tired Tom dropped his bags in his room and sat on the bed. His week in London was exhausting but productive. He'd sold all of the piglets that they planned to sell and he'd gotten a very good price. It had been hard though, he had missed Mary, the children and even Downton. He'd envisioned an excited Mary whisking him off to his bedroom to show him how much she'd missed him but he was to be disappointed. Carson had informed him, upon his arrival, that "Lady Mary is at the doctor's sir,"
Sighing he began to unpack, worried that someone was ill, praying desperately that it wasn't something serious.
Mary sat across from Doctor Clarkson in his office and relayed her symptoms.
"I want to be sure, before I tell him," she fiddled with her purse nervously.
"Well Lady Mary, I would be 99.9% certain that you are about a month and a half along, Congratulations!"
Mary smiled, relieved and thankful. But then a worried look passed over her gleeful face and she grew somber.
"I don't suppose what happened to Sybil would happen to me."
The ageing doctor furrowed his brows and tried earnestly to reassure the tense lady.
"You were fine the last time Lady Mary. I take it that you plan to have this baby here and not at Downton."
She nodded and repeated, "But the eclampsia, you will pick up on the earliest signs and have someone capable of carrying out a caesarean here."
"I assure you," ushering her out of the office as another patient impatiently waited in the doorway. "I will monitor you from today until you go into labour,"
That seemed to satisfy Mary as she thanked the doctor and apologised to his patient.
Now came the exciting part...telling Tom.
The family sat in the library when Mary arrived home. The men both stood as she rushed over to her fiancée.
"Darling, you're home! I missed you terribly," she whispered to him as she kissed his cheek.
He took her hand eagerly and asked to be excused as he wanted to take Mary on a walk.
They exited through the French doors of the library into the mercifully warm October air. She took his offered arm as they spoke of the piglets and of the latest family gossip, Edith had opted for a bob!
They came to a halt in the more rugged part of the garden, far away from the house.
"Darling I have some wonderful news," she moved her hand from the crook of his arm and held his large hand in hers. He melted as her gleeful eyes shone up at his.
"What is it sweetheart?" He eagerly questioned.
Mary moved her free hand to her flat stomach, hidden beneath a pale blue coat.
"Tom, I'm pregnant!" She beamed as she spoke those wonderful words, those words he never thought he would hear again. He was in shock, in utter disbelief, but managed to pull her in for an excited kiss.
"Are you sure sweetheart? Oh this is the best news!"
She nodded, laughing happily. "Yes I'm sure. I went to Doctor Clarkson earlier and that's why I wasn't there to welcome you home,"
He had downplayed how disappointed he was when she had apologised the first time. Now his prior disappointment was replaced with euphoria. Mary was carrying his baby! He was going to he a father again!
"Mary I'm so happy, I'm actually speechless," he grinned and kissed her softly.
"Hmm wonders never cease!" She reciprocated his grin as his hand settled on her stomach.
"How far along are you sweetheart?"
"Clarkson said about a month and a half," she looked up at him, wondering if he would make the connection.
"Wait, a month and a half? So the night you snuck into my room and confessed your undying love for me?" He raised his eyebrow sarcastically.
Mary scoffed and answered, "And when you confessed your never ending, all consuming love for me,"
"And when I kissed you and you melted,"
They moved closer in anticipation and Mary brushed her fingers through Tom's hair.
"When I touched you and you melted."
He removed her coat as she loosened his tie. They kissed hungrily.
"When I kissed your neck Mary," kissing her neck as she moaned. "And when I moved down," he unbuttoned her blouse, finding her stomach perfectly flat. It astonished him that a person would begin to grow in there.
She pulled him down onto the soft, cushioning grass sheltered by a large oak tree.
Straddling him as he caressed her thighs she began to move against him.
"And then I did this, and you moaned Tom," which he subsequently did.
"I did,"
He flipped her over and she lay on her back as he rid himself of any barriers. She arched her back eagerly.
Ten minutes later they dressed one another, planting kisses along the way.
Tom took her hand as they walked back to the abbey and laughed,
"Now that was a welcome home!"