*-The only character that I have created is Reggie Crawley. The rest belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc.
The invitations had been sent out three weeks ago. The RSVPS had been returned.
The decorations were being put up and the kitchen was working to make sure that the guests would be properly fed.
Tomorrow was the 10th birthday of Master Reginald Robert Crawley, grandson and heir to the Earl of Grantham.
It was also the 10th anniversary of the passing of his late father, Matthew Crawley.
Despite his young age, Reggie knew that his birthday was also the day that his father died in the car accident.
The adults around him spoke in low tones, trying to not spoil the celebration. His mother, Lady Mary Crawley and his paternal grandmother Isobel Crawley, each a vibrant and outgoing woman in her own right, were unusually quiet.
Mary was consulting with Anna about the finals details for the party when Reggie stood in her doorway.
“Mama, am I the reason that papa died?”.
“I’ll be back, my lady”.
“Come here” Reggie walked into his mother’s arms.
“You are not to blame for your father’s death. It was an accident, nothing else”.
“Why did he have to die?” Reggie asked, his eyes as blue as Matthew’s.
Mary had always known that Reggie was Matthew’s son, but at that moment, it as if Matthew was standing in front of her.
“If I had answer, darling, I would tell you. But I do know that your father is watching over us and I will always treasure our time together”.
“I miss him, mama”.
“We all miss him” Mary began to feel tears dot her eyelashes. It was nearly ten years since Matthew died, but the grief had never fully subsided.
Lifting her son’s face up to hers, she kissed his tears away.
“Papa wouldn’t want you crying, darling. He would want you to enjoy your birthday”.
“I love you, mama” Reggie again folded himself into his mother’s arms.
“And I love you, my darling boy”.
The party was a rousing success. The birthday boy was a gracious and giving host, the children invited thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Later that night, long after the guests had left, the party had been cleaned up and the residents of Downton Abbey had gone to bed, a sliver of moon light passed through windows.
It first stopped in Mary’s bedroom before darting into Reggie’s room.
“I’m here son, I will never leave your or mother, I promise” it then disappeared as quickly as it appeared.