Here's the final chapter! Thanks again for reading and reviewing! LONG LIVE STEAMM!

~20~

"Happy my dear?" Robert asked his middle daughter as he led her down the aisle for the second time that summer.

Edith smiled and looked up at him. "Very, Papa."

Her husband was waiting for her at the end of the aisle, already smiling and eagerly awaiting his wife and bride to join him as they would renew the vows they had made five weeks prior, in the drawing room of Downton Abbey.

The ceremony was a bit smaller compared to the last time, but neither Edith nor Sir Anthony minded. Once again, Matthew and Tom stood as Anthony's "best men", and the rest of the Crawley/Branson family stood nearby, with the latest edition nestled in her mother's arms.

This time, when Mr. Travis led the ceremony, there were no delays or interruptions. No new mother went into unexpected labor, the groom didn't have cold feet, and any further photographs that would be taken would take place after the ceremony this time.

Indeed, the second wedding day went off without a hitch! And after the ceremony was complete, a crowd stood outside the church and tossed rose petals into the air, wishing congratulations a second time for Sir Anthony and Lady Strallan.

The weather was very pleasant (not overly windy like it had been on Edith's first wedding day), so the wedding breakfast was actually held outdoors. Sir Anthony sat in a chair and smiled as he watched his wife weave through the guests, thanking them for coming, overhearing many compliments from his peers about what a fine woman Lady Strallan was, and how she would make Sir Anthony a wonderful wife and Loxley a fine mistress.

The photographer was busy taking many pictures, both formal and informal. One such photograph was that of the Bransons, with little Sybbie wearing her brand new christening gown, a gift from her Irish grandmother. Sybil was eager to have the photograph taken, so that her mother-in-law and the rest of Tom's family could see Sybbie wearing such finery. It had been a bit of a battle, convincing her father to go along with her and Tom's wish to have Sybbie christened Catholic, and Sybil was convinced that if Mary hadn't stepped forward and fought in her corner, just like she said she would, that battle may have led to some hurtful words and broken hearts. But thankfully it didn't come to that. In fact, Robert had quickly fallen under the spell of Little Miss Sybbie Saoirse Branson, and if the child wasn't in the arms of her parents, she was most likely in the arms of her grandfather.

A point did come in the wedding breakfast when Sybbie began to get fussy, and Sybil felt it best that the child be taken in for a nap. "Let me, please?" Mary asked, smiling as she reached for her niece.

She carried the little girl inside, being careful as she held the child's head, momentarily wondering whenever she looked at Sybbie, if this was what it would be like when her child was born? She wasn't aware that someone had followed her inside, until she had placed Sybbie down in her cradle and looked over her shoulder to see her husband standing there.

"She is beautiful," Matthew murmured, smiling at his niece.

"She is," Mary replied, gazing at the little girl who looked to be grinning up at them.

"I hope you don't mind me saying…" Matthew murmured after a while. "That…you look very natural with her."

Mary blushed but found herself smiling at this. "What do you think of the name…George?"

Matthew's brow furrowed with confusion. "It's…a good name," he finally replied. "I do like it. What brought this on?"

Mary's fingers played with the edges of Sybbie's blanket. "I like it too; George Reginald Crawley…yes, that has a very nice ring to it."

Matthew swallowed the lump in his throat. Was she…?

Mary looked over her shoulder and smiled at her husband. "Yes," she whispered, laughing as Matthew staggered backwards, grabbing hold of a nearby table as the surprise of the announcement washed over him.

"Good heavens…when…when did you…?"

"Promise you won't be angry?" Mary giggled, before telling him that she had found out back when Sybbie was born, but had wanted to wait till after Edith's wedding to say anything. Matthew was just in awe of the news, and his hands reverently went to Mary's stomach where their child was already growing.

"I'm amazed, my darling," he confessed, but he was grinning happily. "Amazed and delighted!" he leaned in to kiss her, but paused, a thought coming over him. "But what if its a girl?"

Mary shook her head. "That's one thing my Irish brother-in-law and I have in common; he was positive without a doubt that they were having a girl, and I am positive without a doubt that we are having a boy."

Matthew laughed. He would never dream of arguing with his future countess. They kissed at last and hugged each other tightly, Sybbie gurgling happily as she watched.

"Does anyone else know?" Matthew asked.

"Just Sybil," Mary told him. "And let's not spread the news too quickly. But go on and tell your brothers-in-law; thick as thieves the three of you." she laughed.

Matthew did just that; Tom and Sir Anthony toasting him with another bottle of champagne, while Mary shared her news with Edith, who gave a happy squeal and hugged her sister in congratulations. They would wait to tell the rest of the Crawley family for another day. Right now, it was a moment of happiness between sisters, brothers, and spouses.

In the years that followed, it was often said by family members and friends in both Britain and Ireland, that the connection between the children of the Crawleys, Strallans, and Bransons, was so strong, that you would think them all siblings instead of cousins. And that connection continued, through grandchildren and great-grandchildren, each generation passing on the stories about the lawyer from Manchester who discovered himself to be the future Earl of Grantham, the eldest Crawley daughter who went head to head with him, the baronet who had come to court the eldest daughter, but who lost his heart to the middle one instead, who would go on to become a successful writer during the 1920's, the Irish radical chauffeur, who always said he would make something of himself, and the suffragette who wore trousers and became a nurse during the Great War, and who had boldly declared that she would not give him up.

All three couples became a great inspiration to those that followed them…and continue to be an inspiration for fans today.

THE END!