August 1924, Downton Village
“Shh, darling, it won’t be long now,” Mary whispered to her son as she held him on her lap.
He rubbed his eyes with his hand and turned to her, hiding his face into her shoulder, a small, petulant sigh leaving his lips.
He grabbed the lapel of her light coat and squeezed it between his fingers.
“When can I play?” he asked in a small voice, looking up at her.
“In a little while,” she said with a smile, caressing his cheek.
He sighed, resting his head against her, and Mary pressed a kiss to his hair.
On the stage, her father spoke briefly, and Mary pointed his figure to her son.
“Doesn’t grandpa look fine in his uniform?” she asked quietly. She looked over at the Earl fondly as she spoke, but then her gaze lingered a little more appreciatively on the man standing next to him.
Both of them had a grave expression on their face, and Mary pressed her lips together as she recalled the ashen shade of her husband’s face early that morning.
“S’ppose,” George murmured, and then yawned, rubbing his eyes again.
Ten years after the break of war, Downton honours its fallen and Mary attends a special memorial with her son, while her husband stands beside the Earl of Gratham on stage. Based on BTS pics and videos (so possible SPOILERS). S5 AU.
The characters of Downton Abbey, obviously, do not belong to me, but, boy, do I have fun playing with them :P