Sybbie loved when her aunt was happy. When Edith was happy, you could usually find her niece with a smile on her face or a skip in her step.

Everyone knew when Edith was having a good day because Sybbie would reflect it.

So when Sybbie saw how Bertie made Edith light up when he walked into a room or was even just spoken of, she knew they were meant to be.

Sybbie was bouncing off the walls when Edith and Bertie announced their wedding, and could barely sleep the day before it.

Nanny had to get Tom to come and take Sybbie into his room so she wouldn't disrupt George and Marigold's rests.

Her dad still brought it up whenever she mentioned not sleeping well. It was always something along the lines of "Well, your Aunt Edith has been married for (insert amount of time), so that can't be the cause of your lack of sleep."

Despite the teasing, Tom loved how much Sybbie took Edith's wins as wins for the entire family.

She would never tire of being happy for her aunt.

New Year's Eve, 1935

Sybbie watched as Donk stood at the front of the room, clinking a fork against his glass to get the party's attention.

The room slowly hushed as the crowd of guests focused on the host.

"As you all know, a New Year's Eve party is not uncommon for Downton, but this party has a very important second reason for celebration. My daughter, The Marchioness of Hexham, Edith, and her husband, The Marquess of Hexham, Bertie, have been married for ten years." he paused to let the guests applause, and to focus their eyes on Edith and Bertie who were now standing beside Robert. "I wanted to take this moment to express not only how happy I am for the two of them, but also how grateful for and proud I am of you both." he turned to them with a smile. "We all love you both very much."

Edith wore a watery smile as he kissed her cheek. "We love you too, Papa."

Bertie nodded in agreement as his father-in-law encased his hand in a firm shake.

After Robert had taken that more intimate moment with the couple, he faced the crowd again, lifting his glass. "To Lord and Lady Hexham. May they have many more decades together."

"To Lord and Lady Hexham!" the crowd echoed.

"To Aunt Edith and Uncle Bertie," Sybbie whispered with a joyful laugh as she took a sip of her sparkling cider.

She kept her eyes on them, even after they moved away from the front of the room and went back over to stand by Aunt Mary, her dad, and the rest of the family.

Bertie wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and the two shared a brief but intimate kiss.

Edith pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you, Bertie."

"I love you too, my darling."

Sybbie nearly jumped up and down as she saw this, even though she was well on her way to being an adult and thought she really shouldn't feel so giddy about things such as these anymore, she wasn't able to help it. Love between anyone made her smile

, but seeing her aunt so bright with joy would always make her extremely happy, even if she had witnessed it countless times in the past decade.

She focused her wandering eyes back on her family. Her three Pelham cousins flocked up to their parents and the five shared a long, unusually improper hug considering there were many formal guests around.

Marigold gave her mother an extra long embrace.

Sybbie knew her cousin shared her joy about Edith being happy. Not only because she was her mama, but because Marigold knew of Edith's past. She knew of Sir Anthony and her father, Michael Gregson, and of all the unfortunate things that haunted her mother. So when she saw her mother creating new, beautiful, lovely memories she was never afraid to show her that she was just as happy as she was.

Sybbie sighed contentedly. Love like her aunt and uncle's was difficult to spot. Their love was more hidden than her dad and mama's. While it wasn't as obvious to everyone else, Sybbie knew how strong their love was. She watched the other when one of them was away, and then when they came back, they were instantly more alive. It's like a part of Edith didn't fully function until Bertie was with her, and vice versa.

Their niece saw how they stole glances at one another when they were in a room full of other people.

How they would be in conversation with someone else, but smile when the other laughed.

The way Bertie mouthed I love you when they locked eyes.

When Edith would write little notes and put them under her husband's tea saucer.

Sybbie appreciated how they found ways to show affection in any setting.

She wished one day to be able to hide notes and sneak smiles and mouth I love you to a love of her own.