A/N: The very first drabble prompt I ever received on Tumblr was this one from my friend, modernamericangirl: "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh." Cobert, obvs ;)

Robert stood in the doorway of his wife's dressing room, a bemused expression affixed to his face as he observed Cora fumbling through the drawers of her vanity. "I know it's in here somewhere," he heard her mutter under her breath. He watched for another moment as she haphazardly tossed things to the side, the floor surrounding the table now littered with handkerchiefs and gloves.

A month had passed since Cora's 30th birthday. As a surprise for his darling wife, Robert had booked passage for the five of them for America. It would be Cora's first trip back to her homeland since their marriage nine years previously, and it would be the first time he or their daughters would be seeing the New World. Their belongings had been packed for days. What could she have forgotten?

"Darling, the carriages are waiting out front. We're due at the station at any moment. The trunks have been packed and loaded, and the girls are beginning to get a bit cranky. What on earth are you looking for?"

"The silver locket Father gave me before our wedding. I want to wear it while we're in America. I haven't worn it in quite sometime. I know it's in one of these drawers. It has to be. I just have to find it."

Robert knew the locket of which she spoke. She had mentioned bringing it the night before, and had placed it in her handbag so that she wouldn't forget it. However, it appeared she had done just that. Smiling to himself, Robert intoned "Cora? Love, you put it in your handbag last night. Remember?"

Cora whirled around to face her husband, her eyes bright with excitement and relief. "Oh, thank goodness!" she exclaimed. "I was afraid I had misplaced it." Her joy, however, was short-lived as she once again began searching for something.

Shaking his head Robert reached over and retrieved the handbag from where it sat on top of their bed. As he did this, Cora turned to him again. "Robert? Have you seen my…oh." She blushed a deep crimson as she observed her husband still stood in the doorway with her handbag in his hands. She crossed the room to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing a loving kiss to his lips. "Thank you, darling," she said sheepishly as she stepped back and took his hand in hers. "Whatever would I do with out you?"

Chuckling, Robert laced their fingers together and led her into the hallway. "I don't know," he said. "I honestly don't know."