Tom Branson

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“Do you think you can fix it?”

Sybil let out a soft chuckle at the mans words, coming to carefully lean against the car beside him and watch as he worked. Unlike her husband the young woman moved with more caution, her years spent as a highborn Lady shining through. “Last time you said you’d be careful I ended up pregnant,” She playfully reminded him before her expression changed into one of seriousness. “I hope they have one soon, after everything the two have of them have been through over the years and now they’re finally together and Matthew’s making Mary a better woman and he’s changed so much himself. And I’m sure Sybbie wouldn’t mind a playmate.” Her thoughts lingered on her sister and brother-in-law a moment more before snapping back to reality at the sound of Tom’s voice, to which she smiled. Of course she had know, her father had asked her to convince him to play, Sybil though had pretended not to listen to her father, telling him that ‘Tom would so as he pleased.’. Smiling, she ran a hand through his hair affectionately. “It’s nice to see he’s beginning to acknowledge you as part of the family, he wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t. Will you play?”

Tom looked over at Sybil, his lips parting as he tried to find the words. When no good response came to mind, the Irishman simply smiled. “Well, you got me there,” Tom winked, lifting his index finger to trace along Sybil’s jawline. Watching the way her smile had faded to seriousness, Tom grew quiet and listened thoughtfully. She was right. Mary and Matthew had been through quite enough, both individually and as a couple. It was high time they lived in happiness together (and possibly as a family). “Don’t worry, m’darling. They’ll bring a child into this world before long, and we’ll all be chasing Sybbie and her new cousin through the halls.” At the touch of his wife’s hand, a soft smile began to form on Tom’s features. “I suppose he is, isn’t he?” he mused, realizing that playing for the Abbey was like being part of the family. At Sybil’s question, though, Tom gave a playful shrug before dipping back under the hood of the car. “You won’t mind your husband makin’ a fool of himself on the field? It’ll be the first time I ever played the game. I’m bound to swing and miss.”