One year of difficult legal things later and selling struggle, Jimmy Kent again woke up to the sound of the person he loved the most, but this time, it wasn't telling him to leave.

"Good morning, my love," Thomas murmurs, and Jimmy takes a deep, shuddering

breath. It's a decent hour, this time, as their shops don't open until ten.

Their sunny little apartment is not exactly an estate. That had to be sold to pay off the debt, leaving them with a sizable sum they could start over with. Thomas worked in the clock shop downstairs from their apartment, and Jimmy in the music store down the street. It's actually kind of perfect, and, another wonderful difference from Downton, had a bed big enough so neither of them are squished (though they curl up together anyway). It's honestly the happiest Jimmy has ever been in his entire life.

"Morning, Thomas." Jimmy kisses him, once, twice, three times, maneuvering the both of them until they're exactly as Jimmy wants.

"Careful, I won't want to get up." Thomas says, his smile gigantic.

"That's the point."

They kiss for a few minutes, both of them happy and content and sleepy and in love.

Edward, Jimmy thinks, hoping the man can hear him from somewhere. Thank you.