|Born of Fire
Author: katiekayx PM
First they were two, now they are three. Sybil and Tom cope with living in Dublin with a new baby, and deal with proving themselves to Sybil's family. Previously a oneshot, now a full chaptered story.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Sybil C. & T. Branson - Chapters: 8 - Words: 11,067 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 66 - Updated: 02-03-13 - Published: 02-07-12 - id: 7814526
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A/N: Hi there, and thanks for clicking on this! This is my first Downton Abbey story, and Sybil and Tom are my absolute favorite pairing on that show. This is very, very short, a drablle really, but I'm debating on continuing it. Your feedback would mean a lot to me, also if you want me to continue, please tell me what you'd like to see with this story! Thank you :)
"You won't hurt him," Sybil said softly, trying to coax her husband into the room."
"I've never held a baby before in my life." The fear on his face was quite apparent.
"For heaven's sake Tom, you can't go your whole life without holding your own child! Now come over here, and hold him. I'll help you, it'll be alright." Sybil said, and Tom took a few steps into their bedroom, walking closer to the bed. "Here, sit down here next to me." Sybil scooted over to her side of the bed, pulling the small bundle of blankets cradling their son with her.
"I expect your father would be interested to know that you have a son…" Tom trailed off; too busy thinking about if their child was the heir instead of Matthew to notice the irritated look on his wife's face.
"I don't want to talk about that now," she said firmly, getting his attention, "I just want you to hold your only child!" She said, and he turned to her, feeling guilty immediately.
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."
"I know, but that's normal, Tom."
"There has never been anything normal about our situation, why start now?" He teased, relieved to see a smile spreading slowly over her face. "Alright, hand him over."
"Just be careful with his head, you need to support his neck." Sybil instructed.
As she lifted the small boy into Tom's arms, Tom registered the soft weight in his arms before he registered the look of pure joy on Sybil's face. He was rendered speechless. Nothing in his life had ever made him feel a more wide range of emotions as holding his child did in this moment. "He's beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the boy's face for a minute.
"Aedan." Sybil said, and Tom met her eyes.
"That's what you've decided?"
"If you like it, yes."
Sybil nodded, "I know. I may have asked your mother for some help, but I researched what I could, and I like Aedan."
"It means 'fire'," Tom told her, "It would mean 'born of fire' if that's what we name him."
"Well that's what we are, aren't we?"
Tom tilted his head in confusion, subconsciously cradling the baby closer to him, "How do you mean?"
Sybil looked down for a minute at the quilt on their bed, before looking back at Tom and their son, "The two of us have a lot of similarities. For every one of those, there's a lot that we don't have in common. We may argue, but I think it makes us stronger. There's a fire in our relationship that I've never felt with anyone else. That's why I feel we make a good pair. We don't just settle for what's presented to us, we fight for what we believe in. We use that fire to our advantage."
Once again, Tom was dumbstruck and unable to speak. He always, always admired the fire in Sybil. From the first day he met her, he knew she was different. She stood up for what she believed in, despite her mother and father's tendencies to write off her opinions.
Saying nothing, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, so they were flush together, both staring at Aedan. "What do you parents think of all this, then?"
"I've written to mama and told her of the news, and I received her reply yesterday. She's… she's very happy for us, Tom." She said, as though she was very relieved to be saying it aloud. "She didn't mention how papa felt, but she said that she would like to visit us for a few days if that would be possible."
Tom didn't know what he felt about his mother-in-law at the moment, but he wouldn't deny her the right to see her only grandchild. "I'm sure we could work something out."
"I would like that, very much." Sybil replied quietly, reaching out and running a finger over Aedan's cheek. The baby opened his eyes then, revealing a color so beautiful Tom nearly gasped. It was literally as if the child had gotten the blue of both their eyes, and the aquamarine color reminded him of the frock he saw Sybil wearing on that day through the drawing room window. "I want you to know," Sybil continued, "That I am very, very happy."
Tom smiled, "I would hope so!"
She laughed, "I only meant that… no matter what my parents have to say about us, or our marriage, you need only know that I don't regret a single thing, only that I didn't make my decision sooner."
"It doesn't matter anymore. We're here now."
"That we are," Sybil said with a smile, leaning in to kiss Tom lightly on the cheek.