*-These characters belong with love and respect; belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc. I am simply a humble admirer borrowing the characters.
*-The story contains a spoiler based for series 4, episode 1. Read at your own risk.
It all happened so fast. George’s birth and Matthew’s accident.
There were nearly a 100 bedrooms for Mary to choose from after Matthew died. But she chose to stay in the bedroom that she shared with him during their short marriage, to sleep in the bed where their son, their only child was created.
It took three months of coaxing from Anna and Cora to convince to Mary to allow the sheets to be washed.
Mary’s depression caused her parents to be concerned. She had never been melancholy sort, but loosing Matthew seemed to have broken her.
She might have not left her room, if it wasn’t for Georgie. George Matthew Crawley, Mary and Matthew’s son and heir to his grandfather’s title was the light of her life. Her grandmother kept insisting that Mary hire a nursemaid, but Mary declined. The only person to nurse her son was his mother.
Tonight was a party being thrown in her honor. Robert and Cora hoped that some new faces might bring a smile to their eldest daughter’s face.
When Sybil died, Mary missed her sister and sympathized with her husband. Tom had become part of the family and Sybee was adored by the adults around her. But until Matthew died, she did not understand the magnitude of such a loss, to parent your child without the one person who you loved above all others.
Tom had been her rock in past six months; she didn’t know what she would do without him.
“Are you ready?” Cora gently knocked before stepping into the room while Anna put the finishing touches on Mary’s hair.
“As I will ever be”.
“Will there be anything else, milady” Anna asked.
“No, Anna, that will be all, thank you” with a final curtsy, Anna left the room.
“You look lovely, my darling”.
“I hope so, mama”.
As Mary began to ascend down the stairs, she heard George cry.
“Mary, I checked on Georgie and Sybie. They are both sleeping”.
“Mama, please, I will be right down, I promise”.
Entering the nursery, Mary found both her son and niece sleeping peacefully.
“I do the same thing” Tom came up behind her.
“Sybil would be proud of you, Tom, the way you’ve built your life here”.
“I think Matthew would say the same thing about you. He’s fine boy, Mary, you should be very proud of him”.
“I am, every day”.
“Tom, Mary, are you coming?” Now it was Edith’s turn to call out.
“Yes, we’re coming”.
The party was a great success. Mary’s smile started to slowly return that evening. Though she would never truly get over the loss of her husband, she knew that everything would be alright in the end.