*- These characters, with the exception of Harry Crawley, belong to Julian Fellows and Carnival Productions.
*-Based on what spoilers I know of Edith’s story line for the 4th series. If you prefer to withhold reading until the series has ended, I understand.
“Mama, look” Harry proudly showed her the tower of blocks he had constructed.
Edith smiled approvingly on her son.
Within a moment, the tower crumbled to the floor and Harry eagerly began to rebuild.
As much as Edith loved her son, she knew of the realities of his life. It was true that he was the grandson of an earl, but he also a bastard.
While his cousin would one day become the Earl of Grantham and inherit both the land and the family fortune, Harry would have to make due with much less. Her London flat was far from the glamour and prestige of her childhood home.
It was a simple flat, containing two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room. There were no housemaids to do the cleaning or help them dress, no nanny to take care of Harry while she worked and no Mrs. Patmore to do the cooking. Edith did it all and surprised herself how accustomed she had become to doing it without help.
Not that Edith was without support. Robert and Cora loved their grandson and were willing to support their daughter. But outside of the confines of the Abbey, she knew that they would be confronted with whispers and stares.
“There goes poor Lady Edith” they would whisper “First she is abandoned at the altar and then she finds herself pregnant by her married editor”.
“You don’t have to leave, there is room enough for the both of you” her mother pleaded when Edith announced her decision to leave Downton permanently.
“I know, Mama, but we can’t stay in Yorkshire”.
“There will be a little bit of money, your welcome to come home whenever you want to”.
“Thank, you papa”.
Edith watched her parents become smaller and smaller as the train left Downton. London was the best place for her and Harry. She could work either from home or at the office; Aunt Rosamund was more than willing to watch Harry if she was needed.
In London, the gossips focused their attention elsewhere. She was simply Edith Crawley, journalist for the Sketch. The fact that her father was an Earl or that her child was born out of wedlock was unimportant.
But still something was missing and that was Michael. But she knew what she was getting into when they started this relationship. The only thing that was unexpected was their son.
“Mama sad?” Harry put down his blocks and crawled to his mother, noticing the tears beginning to dot her eyelashes.
“No, darling, mama is not sad”.
“I love you too” it was hard to deny that Harry was Michael’s son. Harry had the same inquisitive brown eyes, the blond curls that flopped in between his eyes. On Michael it was sexy, on Harry it was adorable.
Edith didn’t know when or if Michael would ever return. But she would carry on as she did before Michael, surviving and living her life as she knew how.