Jerzeygirl86

Outlander, Downton Abbey, In Death Series, Parks and Rec, Schitt’s Creek ,The Office

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You’re the Strong One | Cora & Robert

Hello fellow Tumblr and Downton enthusiasts! This is my first fic in this fandom, as I am rather late to the party, but I love to write. I, like most everyone else, adore Cora and Robert. I’m very bored so I thought I’d jump of the Cobert fanfic train! There will three chapters in this story and they are all currently finished. Happy Reading and let me know what you think!

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I didn’t know what life was But now I understand This is precious love

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He knows that he would do anything for her.

He would die for her.

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“Oh darling, I do think your going to rescue my hopeless brother is an act of real love, and I cherish you for it.” “That’ll keep me warm as I cross the raging seas.” Cora x Robert, Downton Abbey, 4x07, 4x08

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Cora Crawley

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101 Facts About Parks and Recreation

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Double Nutella Stuffed Cookies

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get to know me meme ↳ Top 10 Ships • #10 • Ben x Leslie “You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.”

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Caitriona Balfe Talks Outlander's Season Finale

"We still do have sex scenes, and we still try and make sure that those moments are there, and that they feel honest, and they feel important to the story line."

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“Obviously I love all of the exciting plot points and all of that, but for me, the real interesting stuff is when you get to delve more into the character moments. So yeah, I hope we get to do more of that.” —Caitriona Balfe

The head of the writers room doesn’t feel this way so I doubt it’ll work out. #fireToni

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If she feels this way (and we know Sam does too), WHY didn’t they fight harder? Why let the season continue if you’re unhappy with how your characters are being written? I wish they had put their foot down. They fought for their characters in S2 so what changed? 

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Legends supporting legends

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First of all, I just want to say that you are an amazing writer and I love every one of your stories! You bring so much to the Cobert fandom <3. Secondly, if you ever have the chance (and muse) could you please write something about Cora finding out thayt she is pregnant with Edith? There are many stories about her first and last pregnancies but very few on her 2nd. And as it happened so soon after the first, I really want to see their reactions. Thank you!

Oh anon, thank you so much for your kind words! This is a little different than what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it.

July, 1891

A teardrop of sweat slowly rolled past his brow, across his temple and down the slope of his face. Robert took the handkerchief he had been wringing and brought the abused square of paisley fabric up to his cheek. He rubbed the silk across his face and then balled it up in his first once again. It damped his already clammy palm. With a sigh, Robert walked over to the buffet, the accouterments of tea time still laid out with picture perfect precision, untouched. He fingered a sandwich before letting it fall back onto its platter. Gazing at the teapot, Robert thought about pouring a cup to soothe his dry throat, but steam still rose like a genie from its spout. The idea of taking in more heat, when summer had descended on Yorkshire like a wet blanket, made him feel faint. Besides, tea wouldn’t do at the moment. Robert turned to the small cabinet in the library where Papa kept his Scotch. Gripping the decanter, Robert poured himself a healthy portion before tipping it back. One large, quick gulp that caused his nostrils to flare and his chest to burn. He placed a hand against his breastbone.

She’s dying.

The words repeated themselves again and again, she’s dying she’s dying she’s dying…No amount of Scotch was going to erase the morning from his mind. He’d known Cora wasn’t feeling well, for a number of days now but he hadn’t been prepared. He could still see Mitchell, the new stable boy, racing the gelding down the dirt path to Yew Tree farm. Papa had made some remark that Robert couldn’t quite decipher, though it had caught his attention.

Lady Grantham has sent me to find you, m’ lord.

The chap had been panting, the horse braying in protest. Robert had known, a clench of his gut, a palpitation in his chest, he’d known right away it was Cora. Bits of the road flew behind him as he raced his own horse back to the house, clamoring up the stairs to find her ill, more ill than he’d ever seen someone.

Childbirth fever.

His mother had whispered it to Papa as they both paced outside of the room, thinking he couldn’t hear as he comforted his whimpering wife. And then Dr Monroe had arrived and he’d been regulated to the library, a dizzying wave of deja vu tossing him between the present and five months prior. Mary’s birth, he’d thought that was a prolonged hell, but no one had seemed to share his distress that night. Mama had been quite sedate, as sedate as Mama could be, during her updates. The length of Cora’s labor had been the only real concern, everything else about Mary’s arrival had been normal, or so Mama had kept reminding him on that night.

“Lord Downton?”

Robert spun to see Carson, his thick brows meeting over his nose with deep concern. The man looked old suddenly and Robert felt woozy.

“Her Ladyship sent me. She’s asking you go up.”

Robert expected to sprint up the stairs. Hadn’t he been jumping for some news?

She’s dying.

But he couldn’t now, he didn’t want to know. Wasn’t it just yesterday he’d been planning Cora’s twenty-third birthday party in secret? Rosamond was helping him, he had picked out a beautiful necklace and had talked to Mrs Stanholp about the perfect menu. Mama had even addressed the invitations, feigning apathy, though he knew she was as secretly proud of Cora as he was. His wife had taken to motherhood so completely. Baby Mary was thriving, they’d brought new life into the house, and with her, a sunshine that could be felt the moment she’d made her first sound on a cold, February night.

How could the effects of childbirth be plaguing her now, so many months later? Robert couldn’t understand. His feet refused to move.

“Lord Downton…” Carson tried again.

Robert closed his eyes and took one step, then another, then another, until he was out of the library. Adrenaline surged through his fugue and Robert scaled the staircase, barely cognizant of touching each step. He stopped short at the sight of Dr Monroe, Mama and Papa outside of Cora’s door. The Scotch raced back up his throat and Robert swallowed down the acidic taste left in his mouth by fear. Mama turned to him first, her eyes shiny. Oh God! Robert sucked in a breath. They’d only celebrated their third wedding anniversary, a week before Mary’s arrival, but already, Cora was so much more to him than just his wife. He needed more time with her, and their baby, she needed her mother….

Violet stepped close to Robert and placed her hand on his arm. Robert wanted to both shake it off and crumple at her feet.

“Go to her.” Mama said.

Robert nodded, dumbly. He opened Cora’s door, the room surprisingly cooler than the library. He’d expected to find the shades drawn, the room’s air stale and suffocating, but the windows were thrown open, the sun shining in and illuminating everything it touched. Even the sour smell of sickness that had assaulted him earlier had evaporated. Footsteps followed softly behind his own, but Robert ignored them, transfixed on Cora, who lay in their bed, propped up on their pillows. Her dark curls were fanned out around her head and her chest rose and fell steadily. She turned at the sound of his footsteps, a wan smile lighting up her pale face.

“Oh darling,” Robert croaked, going to her side instantly. He was afraid to touch her, to scoop her up in his arms as he wished to do. Instead, he settled for burying his face in her neck.

“They told you? I asked them not to tell.” Robert shook his head against her, but Cora took no notice. “Isn’t it the most extraordinary news?”

Robert paused, leaning up. His wife, his waxy complected, cracked lip wife, wore a smile that stretched from one ear to the next. She’s feverish; she’s delusional from the fever. Robert placed his hand on her forehead, but to his shock, it was cool. Cora gripped his hand.

“A baby, Robert! Another little darling!”

“What?!” Robert exclaimed.

“Lady Downton is expecting.” Robert turned, noticing Dr Monroe and his parents. Papa wore a jubilant grin.

“Wait…what?” Robert repeated.

“I would estimate Lady Downton is about two months along. We must take care, this little one being so close on the heels of its big sister, but mother and child seem healthy.”

Robert shook his head. “I thought you were dying!” He blurted out.

To his chagrin, everyone in the room laughed, including Cora.

“It’s not bloody funny!” Robert yelled. He took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his hair. A baby! Robert spun around and looked at Cora.

“We’re having a baby?”

Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as she nodded at him. Robert slapped his knee. “By golly, we’re having a baby!”

Robert rushed toward the bed again, and this time, he swept Cora up in his embrace.

“Oh my dear, we’re having a baby!”