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missymurphy1985 · 2 years
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Second Chances - Part 3 of 3 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)
Warning - disability (reader is in a wheelchair after losing both legs) / smut / fluff / childbirth
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You'd been married a year before you fell pregnant. It was coming close to doctors getting involved, but a break away in Kerry and a full three months of relaxation and pampering courtesy of your husband led to a natural conception. You'd never felt so nervous, excited, terrified and elated as when you saw those two blue lines.
It didn't stop you worrying though. One baby would be hard work for any new mum. But a new mum without legs? Of all the challenges you'd faced up to now, this would be the hardest by a long mile.
Cillian didn't share your worries or concerns. Certainly not about the raising of the baby anyway. And you'd agreed on absolutely everything from the decor of the nursery in your new Monkstown home, names, and even the school your son would attend.
"Mrs Murphy, we need to discuss your birth plan," Fiona, your midwife, smiled after listening to your baby's strong heartbeat in the living room of your home. Cillian had just come through with three cups of coffee (one decaf).
"I want a home birth," you said, sipping your drink after pulling your maternity top back down over your 32 week bump and sitting back as comfortably as possible.
"A home birth?" Fiona asked with a tone you instantly didn't like.
"Yes, here. In a birthing pool. I found one online last night that's perfect," you were grinning from ear to ear now, excited at the images in your head of candles, calming music, and Cillian in the pool with you helping deliver.
"Is that a good idea YN?" Fiona asked gently.
"Why wouldn't it be? My pregnancy isn't high risk."
"I just think you might be better delivering at hospital rather than at home, you know, in case there's any complications."
"What complications, exactly?" Cillian asked, setting his coffee down and clasping his hands together. Uh oh... You thought, he never did that unless he was really pissed...
"Mr Murphy, if I may be frank? Your wife has no lower legs, she might need additional support. Potentially a C Section. She might find it difficult to push."
"She is also sat right next to me and won't be addressed in the third person while she's in the same room. If she wants to have a water birth at home, then that's what we're going to do." You took his hand, unlinking it from his own and linking it with yours instead, in an attempt to cool him down. Although if you were honest, you'd never loved him more than in that moment.
"Mrs Murphy, I apologise, but I have to state, on the record, that I think this is a terrible idea."
"Not your baby, not your body, not your choice," you said, simply.
"If anyone knows what YNs body is capable of, it's us. We wouldn't agree on this if we didn't think we were capable of it," Cillian was slightly calmer now, but still pissed at the audacity of this woman.
"I've done my research. I've spoken to other amputees at the support group I run. A few women there had water births and they buoyancy of the water really helped with the lack of legs issue. I see no problem with me having one?"
"If needs be, I'll tie armbands around her knees - that should help too, right?" Cillian joked and you nearly spat your coffee out for laughing. Even Fiona chuckled.
"Okay. Let me talk to the consultant. We'll see what we can arrange."
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"Cill, can you grab me those BBQ Pringles and the hot chilli sauce please? Oh and that jar of beetroot in the fridge..."
Even at 39 weeks pregnant, Cillian still shuddered at your food choices. Last week you wanted jam and cream cheese on a sandwich. The week before you discovered a sudden taste for hot chilli sauce. On everything. You even dipped that nasty sandwich in the stuff, which repulsed him so much he threatened to disown you if these weird cravings continued after pregnancy.
"Do you want the jalapenos as well?" He called from the kitchen to your spot on the sofa, wearing maternity shorts and a maternity bra, a fan on you face. In the middle of January.
"Ooh yeah, those little red ones - the green ones taste like ass."
"Fucking weirdo..."
"I heard that!!"
"You were meant to, dearest."
He handed you a plate of the most bizarre mini picnic he'd ever prepared and sat on the sofa next to you. His jumper wrapped around him, warm slippers, and a blanket over him. He dared to put the heating on last week and you didn't speak to him for days. He now lived in layers and UGG boots.
"That good?" He laughed, watching you demolish every morsel, while watching a serial killer documentary on TV.
You response was incoherent, but the smile on your face told him you were happy. And as much as he took the piss out of you, that's all he wanted.
"Right," you said, after finishing the last of the jalapenos, "I can't have my water birth if I go over 40 weeks."
"I know."
"We have less than a week to get this baby moving."
"With the amount of hot sauce and jalapenos you're eating I'm surprised he isn't already planning his escape YN."
"Funny. I'm serious Cill, I really want my water birth..."
"So what are you suggesting we do?"
"Well... I've been eating pineapple daily. Spicy food is pretty much a constant. I've bounced on that fucking ball so much it's deflating. I've walked MILES with Scout for the last two weeks every single day. Now it's your turn."
"My turn?!"
"You put it him there, you can help get him out."
Suddenly the penny dropped.
"You have such a way with words, you know that?"
"Cillian Murphy, love of my life, would you be so kind as to fuck this baby out of me? Please?"
"Say no more Mrs Murphy..."
Suddenly not caring about the cold, he had his layers removed in record time. He'd been cautious to initiate sex so late on in your pregnancy and you'd been so tired, but you'd just given him the green light. The most unromantic green light he'd ever received, but he wasn't complaining.
Your maternity shorts were off, but you kept the bra on. Your breasts were almost double the size, and no amount of pouts from your husband was convincing you to unleash them from their very comfortable and painfree hold.
He paused for a second, unsure how to navigate a position that wouldn't be uncomfortable for you, so you took the lead. Pushing him onto his back on the wide sofa cushions, he helped you to sit on him, facing away. That didn't work.
"Too much weight for too little leggage..." You giggled. He responded by holding under your arms and leaning you back against his chest. Holding you steady with one hand, he slid the other between you and lined himself up against your entrance. His hands remained under your arms while he gently thrust up into you, allowing you to adjust.
The position was new to both of you, but it certainly wouldn't be the last time you did it. His cock was perfectly and effortlessly angled to hit your sweet spot... Your body perfectly supported and comfortable against his chest.
"So fucking tight at this angle YN..."
"Don't you dare cum yet Murphy, I swear to god," you panted, feeling your own end not far away already. His upward thrusts came a little harder now, pumping up into you a little faster.
"There.. right fucking there... Oh shit..." You felt yourself coming undone, you felt his chest heaving underneath you..
"Cum for me baby, need it..."
With a loud cry of his name you fell apart. Swiftly followed by a louder groan behind you and several ropes of his seed filling you. He held still while his cock painted your walls white, keeping as much of it inside you as possible. His hands released their tight hold, allowing you to relax on him. He eased the two of you down onto the sofa, gently laying you on your side as he spooned you from behind - his cock falling out of you, his arms wrapping around you.
"I can't believe I get to keep you forever..." He whispered, kissing the back of your neck.
"Stuck with me now. Made a baby."
"We did, didn't we?"
"Yes we did. And you're doing that on repeat until said baby gets the hint."
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It didn't take long. You felt the first contraction two days later while you were in bed reading. Sending Cillian downstairs to fill the pool, you decided to wait - you wanted to labour just the two of you as long as possible before contacting Fiona.
He helped you put your prosthetics on, and pulled you carefully to your feet out of bed.
"Can you walk?" He asked, holding your hands tight. A few small steps, and you found your groove. Newer prosthetics that Cillian had specially made for you - they were much more comfortable than your last ones - and they were waterproof too. The last thing you wanted was to be confined to a bed throughout labour. You wanted to move around as much as possible, and his Christmas gift last year had made it happen for you.
He led you downstairs slowly, and into your open plan kitchen and dining room. Large bay windows allowed the sunlight to cascade across the room, and you smiled at the filled pool in the centre. The dining table and chairs pushed to the side.
"Drink this, keep your strength up," Cillian handed you a glass of water, watching you drink it down. "How's the pain?"
"Pretty bad.. but I don't want to get in the water yet. Can we walk some more?"
"As long as you need."
Your arms rested on his as he walked backwards around the kitchen with you, pausing every ten minutes to breath with you through a contraction. His eyes on the clock each time.
"It's gone.."
"Three minutes - I'll call Fiona."
She arrived within half an hour with a trainee midwife you'd met a few weeks earlier.
"Let's examine you - how far apart are the contractions?" Fiona asked, getting you to sit on a chair with your legs apart, kneeling in front of you.
"Seven minutes, lasting 3 minutes each," Cillian answered. You were stroking your bump, breathing calmly, the sounds of soothing jazz music filling the room.
Fiona carefully examined you, while he stood behind you and stroked your hair and face. Your eyes on his, and it was still like nothing else existed but the two of you.
"6cm - progressing nicely YN. Have your waters broken?"
"About an hour ago," you said, wincing as another pain gripped you. Cillian took your hands and let you squeeze his, waiting for it to pass. His lips at your ear now.
"Breathe through it, remember... In... Out..."
"Pool... Now..." You wheezed, feeling the pain pass. The contraction feeling much more powerful than the last few. Cillian helped you up, walking gently with you over to the pool. He took his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his shorts, and climbed in, gently easing you in after. Sitting on the seat inside the pool he held you in his lap. The water instantly soothing you. Quickly realising you needed a new position, you turned - the buoyancy of the water making everything easier - so now you were facing Cillian, your hands on his thighs, almost bent over. You rested your forehead against his, while he stroked your arms gently, breathing with you.
"You're so strong... You're doing so well YN. Keep breathing for me, nice and slow. Talk to me, tell me what's going on."
Fiona and Anna stood back and simply observed. Cillian and you had attended classes for him to deliver the baby with you, they would only step in if they needed to. If it was up to you it'd just be the two of you, but having been through a traumatic labour and delivery with Lila nearly 15 years ago, he wanted the reassurance of medical professionals close at hand. This was the fairest compromise.
He held you and swayed with you in the water for nearly 45 minutes, his gentle voice humming an old Irish folk song he used to sing Lila when she was a baby to soothe her. He'd sung it to your bump ever since you found out you were pregnant, and chuckled every time it sent you to sleep. Your fingers dug into his thighs so much it left marks, but not once did he so much as flinch.
"I can feel pressure," you said, feeling it deep in your pelvis.
Cillian saw Fiona approaching and moved you carefully onto his chest. She gently reached in and examined you.
"Fully dilated YN, if you need to push go for it. I'm right here," she nodded.
"Where do you want to be?" Cillian asked gently. You moved back around so you were facing him again, your hands back on his legs, his forehead pressed against yours.
"I know we said you'd catch him but I need to be here..."
"Shh.. doesn't matter - you be where you need to be."
"Cill..." You started to panic, feeling your body take over. His hands moved to yours lifting them up onto his folded elbows as you raised your knees onto his thighs, taking the pressure off your prosthetics. Fiona stayed close, watching from behind you as you bore down.
"That's it, push, I've got you," Cillian's eyes never left yours, you could feel them on you even with your eyes scrunched closed.
"Fuck..." You swore, exhaling loudly as the feeling passed - very quickly coming on again.
"I see a head!" Fiona cried, and you reached down to feel the top of your son's head. The pain was bad - really bad, but the warm water was definitely helping.
"Pant now, little breaths - let his head come through gently YN, I'll tell you when you can push."
You wrapped your arms around Cillian's neck, his hands held your body up. Your forehead still pressed to his as you panted together, tears falling down your cheeks as the burn between your legs intensified. He stroked over your tightening belly from underneath you.
"My brave, strong, beautiful wife, you're a powerhouse YN. I love you and our boy so much... So, so much..."
"Head's out mum," Anna said after a few minutes, grabbing some towels from her bag.
"Come on now, nearly done - just a few more, okay?" His eyes on yours, calm as anything.
"I can't..."
"Yes you can - I've got you," he felt your belly tighten, hard as a rock, "Push YN!"
You bore down hard, a deep, low groan coming from you unlike any noise you had ever made. Another contraction followed so closely after you weren't sure if the last one truly ended. Cillian reached down and felt your son as he left your body into Fiona's waiting hands. He turned you gently onto your back before she lifted him slowly out of the water onto your chest.
"Oh my god... Cillian...."
He couldn't answer you. Sobs wracked his body as he watched his boy snuggle into you - barely even crying, just a small grizzle as he cut the cord.
"Hi Aiden," he choked, stroking his tiny face. Aiden looked up towards the noise, and gave a small cry, making you laugh.
"We're clearly gonna get along just fine," Cillian chuckled, mesmerised as Aiden fed from you.
A few days later, Cillian's daughter Lila was staying over and meeting her little brother for the first time. As she held him, walking around the living room as he slept in her arms, small tears were falling down her cheeks.
"How did you create something so cute?" She joked to her Dad.
"I'll have you know I'm adorable."
You shared a glance with Lila, and you both rolled your eyes. Even Aiden gave a small whine. Lila handed him to Cillian who was already waiting with a bottle. Sitting down on the sofa, baby in one arm, bottle in his other hand, you couldn't help but feel emotional.
You watched your son feed, Cillian's eyes on his as he suckled, Lila sitting next to you on the sofa grinning from ear to ear, and you were fairly sure it didn't get any better. How dramatically your life had changed ever since the accident - which you couldn't believe had been the catalyst for all of it.
Nothing in the world could top this.
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soleilceirinen · 4 months
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Little Girl Blue (Arthur Shelby x barmaid!reader).
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Summary: you work as a barmaid at the Garrison. One day you find Arthur drawing something and get curious.
Warning: none.
A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes.
MASTERLIST (Cillian Murphy) - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST
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You had started working as a barmaid at the Garrison a few months before the Shelby brothers returned from France. 
At first, the idea of quitting crossed your mind but you had no other option and needed the job. You had to take care of your little brother, it was just you and him. You had practically raised him since your mother passed away in childbirth and after your father went to France at the beginning of the war to never come back. The boy was all you had left.
Once the Shelby brothers returned, your situation changed. You stopped having problems with some clients, mostly drunk men, just because you were a young woman. Deep down, you had the suspicion that the Peaky Blinders had something to do with the whole situation. Not that it bothered you, now you could walk alone at night and no one would dare look in your direction in the wrong way if they wanted to keep their eyes.
Out of the three of them, Arthur was your favourite. Sometimes you wanted to hold him in your arms like a child and whisper to him  that everything was alright. Others, when he was high or drunk, or who knows, you avoided him as much as possible. But he always treated you well, and more than once you had caught him gawking at you from across the pub. 
Your next favourite was John, who always flirted with you. You weren’t sure if he was serious or if he flirted with everyone but you were sure of one thing, you didn’t want to become the mother of all his children. And then there was Tommy. He was quite scary, every time he directed his cold blue eyes at you, it made you want to run away and hide. Something about him screamed stay away. He usually ignored you and only spoke to you to order another bottle of whiskey or rum.
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That afternoon the pub was quiet. You looked up when the door opened, to see Arthur. He smiled at you like he always did, running a hand through his hair as he headed to the small reserved room he always occupied with his brothers. After drying some glasses, you walked towards the room while drying your hands on your apron.
Arthur didn’t notice your presence, he was focused on what seemed to be drawing something on a piece of paper. From your position you couldn’t see what it was. You knocked on the door frame a couple of times, making the man look up. A look of panic crossed his face but it lasted a few seconds, as long as he folded the paper and put it in his jacket pocket. 
"Excuse me Mr. Shelby, I didn't mean to bother you. Would you like me to get you something to drink?" You asked quietly, surprised by his reaction. 
“Just call me Arthur, love. How many times have I told you?”
“Many times,” you whispered and smiled. He nodded and looked at his watch, frowning slightly. 
“It won't be long until they arrive, I think I'll wait for them.” You were about to leave to go back behind the bar when his voice made you turn around. “How is you brother?”
You paused for a second, considering your answer. “Sammy is fine, a few scratches.” Your brother and Finn were friends and they liked to get into trouble together. A couple of days ago they had returned home covered in mud and blood. Neither of them wanted to confess what they had been doing to end up in that state. “If they are such trouble makers now I don’t want to think how they are going to be in a few years.”
Arthur laughed and lit a cigarette. He agreed with you.
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From behind the bar you could observe Arthur through the window that overlooked the small room. You approached slowly, without attracting attention. Once again, he was focused on drawing something, but what could he be drawing? He didn’t seem like that kind of person, as far as you knew, he was interested in boxing not art.
“I didn’t know that you liked drawing, Arthur.” You commented, causing him to fold the paper again and hide it from your view. 
“I don’t. As a kid I liked it, but I’m not really good at it now.” He excused himself. His cheeks were starting to turn pink. 
You leaned over the window and stretched an arm towards him, wiggling your fingers. “Can I see it?”
Arthur shook his head, a few strands of hair fell over his temples. You felt the impulse to reach and put it back in place with your hand, but didn’t. 
“It’s not great…”, he muttered sheepishly. 
You sighed. He reminded you of a little child. “Fine, you don’t have to show me. But even if it’s not great, if it makes you happy and you enjoy it, it is worth it.”
Arthur nodded and opened his mouth to talk when a familiar face appeared in the room and sat next to him. “What are you talking about with Y/N?”
“That’s not your business, John!” said Arthur, pushing his brother in the shoulder. They were playing, you thought. 
Someone clearing his throat brought you back to reality. On the other side of the bar was Thomas, staring at you with his usual icy eyes. 
“Sorry, Mr. Shelby. What can I do for you?”
He pointed to the bottles behind you and turned around to join his brothers. You quickly grabbed three glasses and one whiskey bottle and followed him. While you poured them the liquid you could feel John’s eyes roaming over your body and the familiar smell of their cigarettes. 
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You left them alone to discuss whatever they had to do. It was almost time to close when they came out, Thomas nodded at you and left the Garrison. You continued cleaning the bar surface, tired after the whole day. 
“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to walk home with you?”, asked John, looking at you with shining eyes. 
You smiled politely at him and shook your head. “It’s alright, John. I can walk on my own, like every night.”
Then, Arthur appeared next to his little brother and patted his back. “Let’s go, John. She’ll be fine,” he said, turning to look at you directly in the eyes, “no one will dare touch her. By order of the Peaky Blinders. Good night, Y/N.”
“Bye, Arthur… and John.” 
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After that, the only remaining space to clean was the small room. So you started with it, picking up the glasses and the empty bottle as well as emptying the ashtrays. When you tidied up the seats something caught your eye, slowly you got closer and reached for it. 
It was a folded piece of paper. You recognised Arthur’s handwriting. Y/N. 
With the tip of your finger you traced the letters before unfolding the paper. You couldn’t help but smile at the little drawing. It was rough and simple, definitely not great at all, similar to the way children draw. But it was recognizable, the tiny figure had your clothes, your apron and the same hairstyle you always wore to work. 
Arthur had drawn you, and even if it wasn’t a masterpiece, it warmed your heart. Carefully, you folded it again and put it in your cardigan pocket. 
Despite his fame, you could tell that Arthur was a good man, a man who had come back from France changed. But, of all the men who returned from the war, was there any who remained the same as the one who left?
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queenshelby · 1 month
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Our Little Secret (Part 27)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Birth, Complications, Infertility
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It was several hours later when, finally, you regained consciousness. Hearing monitors beeping rhythmically in the background, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the dim light. Your senses were overwhelmed by the antiseptic smell and the cold metal surfaces beneath you. A sense of dread washed over you as you struggled to recall what had transpired since you gave birth by the side of the road.
"Hey," Cillian murmured softly, his voice a warm whisper that immediately brought comfort to your weary soul. Turning your head toward the sound, you saw him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand gently.
"Where is my baby?" was the first question that escaped your lips, your voice hoarse and weak. Fear gnawed at your gut, making you ache with worry.
"Mara is in the NICU, but she is fine. She is doing very well actually, considering the circumstances," Cillian assured you, his voice warm and comforting. "They will monitor her for a few days to ensure that she is safe and healthy," he added, smiling down at you reassuringly.
"I want to see her," you croaked, shifting in the bed, trying to sit up.
"Easy, Y/N," Cillian murmured, gently laying you back down. "You are still in the ER. You had emergency surgery and need to rest," he explained, his voice soft and caring. 
"I need to see her Cillian, please," you implored, your voice trembling slightly, but he remained firm.
"Y/N, you had surgery! You almost died," Cillian exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern. "The doctors told me that you lost a lot of blood due to complications during childbirth," he revealed, his gaze flickering between you and the small TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.
"Is Mara okay though?" you asked, your voice low and strained as you struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. 
"Mara is perfectly fine," Cillian assured you, his voice warm and comforting.
"She doesn't actually need to be in the NIC unit, but they insist on monitoring her progress as precaution because she was born prematurely," he continued, his gaze flickering between you and the television once more. "They say it's routine for babies born under 36 weeks," he explained, his voice soft and steady just as your treating doctor came in, holding a clipboard. 
"Miss, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, his voice crisp and professional while Cillian tightened his grip on your hand.
"I am fine. I just want to see my daughter," you replied, your voice still weak but determined. "Can you let me see her?" you implored, your gaze flickering between the doctor and Cillian.
"Y/N," Cillian began, his voice low and cautious, "you need to rest right now," he said just before the doctor spoke up again.
"Miss, we understand that you're concerned about your child, but it's crucial that you regain your strength before we allow you to visit Mara," the doctor explained, his voice calm and patient. "We need to ensure that your condition stabilizes, and you're medically cleared to leave the ER," he added, his gaze locked onto yours.
"But, Doc," you protested weakly, your voice barely audible, "I need to see my baby. She needs me," you insisted, your gaze flickering between the doctor and Cillian, both of whom remained firm.
"You lost a lot of blood, ma'am, and we had to perform an emergency hysterectomy I am afraid," the doctor explained, his tone matter-of-fact while Cillian ran his hand over yours gently in order to comfort you. 
"You what?"you cried, your voice rising in pitch and volume. "You removed my uterus?" you exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. "But...why?" you asked, your voice trembling as you looked up at the doctor, pleading for answers.
"Miss, we had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save your life," the doctor reiterated, his voice remaining calm and collected. "We needed to stop the excessive bleeding," he explained, his gaze flickering between you and Cillian. "Your uterus was perforated, and the only way to save you was to remove it," he added, his voice soft and compassionate.
"Oh my god," you gasped, your voice quivering with shock and dismay. "I am never going to be able to have another child after this," you lamented, sinking deeper into the sterile sheets beneath you. "I can't believe this happened," you moaned, your voice choked with despair.
"Y/N," Cillian murmured softly, his voice a warm whisper that immediately brought comfort to your weary soul. "You have a beautiful baby girl now and there are other options, most of which will become more readily available when you are ready to expand your family," he added, his voice filled with warmth and compassion as tears ran down your face. 
"I need some time to process this," you told Cillian before telling the doctor again that you really want to see your baby girl right now.
He reluctantly agreed, promising to bring you a wheelchair and a nurse to accompany you to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) within the hour and, after waiting a bit, you found the patience to speak to Cillian about your feelings.
"I don't know what to say," you confessed quietly, your voice laced with sorrow as you stared down at yet another empty expanse of linoleum tile beneath you.
"I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better," Cillian responded sympathetically, his voice tinged with sadness as he reached out a hand to squeeze yours again gently. "But sometimes, there simply aren't enough words to really make a difference," he added, his gaze flickering between your tear-streaked face and your trembling hand.
"I just feel so helpless," you whimpered, your voice shaking with grief as you squeezed Cillian's hand tightly in return. "I always wanted a big family one day," you confided, your voice breaking slightly as the reality of your situation began to sink in. "I always pictured myself surrounded by my kids, playing in the park on sunny days, reading bedtime stories, teaching them how to ride a bike," you shared, your voice trailing off as your mind flashed back to happier times.
"I know, Y/N," Cillian consoled you sympathetically, his voice laced with understanding as he rubbed your arm tenderly. "But think about it," he suggested, his gaze flickering between yours and the empty space beyond the hospital room window. "You still have the chance to create something beautiful with our daughter and I just know how much joy she will bring you," he reassured you, his voice warm and hopeful.
"I promise to help you in every way possible," he added, his gaze flickering between yours and the sterile hospital room around you.
"Thank you, Cillian," you whispered gratefully, your voice thick with emotion as you squeezed his hand tenderly. "I appreciate having you here with me because, let's face it, you did not really have to stay," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. 
"Of course I did," Cillian replied firmly, his voice laced with conviction. "You are practically family," he told you, causing your eyes to narrow.
"Oh, please, don't start," you scoffed, rolling your eyes dismissively, causing Cillian to chuckle softly. 
"I meant because we have a daughter together which, I may add, I delivered on the side of the road, against all odds," he joked, squeezing your hand affectionately as you gave him a little smile despite your lingering sorrow.
"Well, that's true," you agreed, nodding slowly as you thought about the incredible journey you had been on just as the attending doctor returned with a wheelchair along with a nurse to escort you to the NICU.
"Are you ready, Miss?" the doctor asked, his voice warm and compassionate as he held out a gentle hand to help you transfer from the hospital bed to the wheelchair.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you replied feebly, allowing the nurse to help you slide carefully into the chair as Cillian followed closely behind, a concerned look etched into his handsome features.
The nurse then wheeled you away, leaving Cillian to follow behind as you made your way down the long hallway littered with closed doors, hushed voices, and the occasional beep of machinery. Each passing second sent a jolt of nervous energy coursing through your veins, and you couldn't quite shake the sense of panic that gripped you as you inched closer to the NICU.
"Hey," Cillian murmured softly, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. "You're doing great," he encouraged, his voice warm and comforting as he saw the drained expression on your face. You were exhausted but fueled with determination to see your Babygirl. 
Eventually, the nurse stopped outside the door to the NICU ward, leaving everything else behind. In the moment, the world consisted solely of you, Cillian, and the person waiting on the other side of that door. You took a few deep breaths, clasping Cillian's hand tightly. He reciprocated the gesture, a gentle squeeze conveying his unwavering support. Together, you entered the NICU.
A kaleidoscope of beeps, hums, and whirs enveloped you, creating a symphony of medical machinery.
It was a far cry from the idyllic images of your previous pregnancy fantasies; instead, you found yourself amidst a sea of premature infants, their faces concealed beneath blue hats and plastic tubes. The walls were lined with incubators, their interiors illuminated by ghostly green lights. Each device housed a fragile life, their fate uncertain.
"Miss, your daughter is in the third incubator on the left," the nurse informed you, her voice gentle and kind. "She is doing very well, breathing on her own," she added, her gaze flickering between you and Cillian. Her words provided a ray of hope, brightening the atmosphere inside the cramped room.
"Would you like to hold her?" the nurse then asked, her voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.
Cillian glanced at you, a mix of uncertainty and excitement shimmering in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as the nurse approached the incubator where your precious daughter lay. Gently lifting the cover, she carefully maneuvered your sleeping baby into her arms, placing her in Cillian's embrace.
"She's perfect," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed down at your stunning baby girl before gently putting her into your arms.
As Cillian let go of her, you couldn't help but notice the palpable connection between father and daughter, as if she knew exactly who her daddy was, despite being just a few hours old.
"You did so well," Cillian said softly, stroking your cheek lovingly as you held your baby girl close, tears shooting to your eyes. 
"Oh my god, she is beautiful," you sobbed, clutching your baby girl tighter, as you inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. "Look at her, Cillian," you murmured, turning slightly to show him your adorable daughter.
"Yes, she truly is," Cillian agreed, smiling tenderly as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I am proud of you, Y/N," he praised before giving you a gentle hug; it felt as if his touch alone could heal all wounds.
"God, I wish my mum would be able see her like this. Surely, she would change her mind about things if she did," you whispered, gazing down at your newborn baby girl.
"I am sorry Y/N, but you shouldn't get your hopes up," Cillian said gently, his voice laced with sympathy, as he caressed your hair tenderly without telling you that he had already called her after you were rushed to the ICU. 
It was then that she told him that she would not come to visit you nor the baby.
Cillian knew that this would be the hardest part of your entire ordeal, having to hear that your own mother refused to see her newborn grandchild. It would break your heart and this is why, at least for now, he kept the conversation he had with her to himself.
To be continued...
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The Dance | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Request: no
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: In which Tommy and (Y/N) have, quite literally, built their life around a dance.
Warnings: langauge, smoking, childbirth
Word Count: 5223
A/N: this is another one that’s been sitting in my drafts that I’ve been working through on and off. I’m pretty happy with how it came out. I was listening to an interview that Cillian had done about the show a bit back and when he was asked the question ‘what is one thing people might not know about Tommy Shelby’ he said that he thinks that he’s a dancer/likes to dance. And that was how this fic was born haha. I hope you enjoy! :)
I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories like this!
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This was the last place she wanted to be at the moment. Sitting in a stiff chair, wearing an uncomfortable gown, watching all of the people she'd probably never see again in her life waltz around sharing fake smiles and making stuffy conversations. She didn't understand why her mother and father drug her to this charity gala. Why couldn't they have just taken each other as their date? Did they really need her to be their third wheel?
"You're slouching, (Y/N)," her mother reminded her, breaking her out of her thoughts then.
"Sorry, mum," she sighed and fixed her posture. "May I go dance now?" she asked, hope seeping into her features.
"What woman dances without a man at her side?" her mom responded like it was a preposterous question. (Y/N) just sighed and decided to drop it, knowing that her argument wouldn't get her anywhere.
Turning her attention back on the people meandering around the room, she caught the eyes of someone who was already looking over at her. A man. A man who was surely a few years older than her, and looked rather handsome in the black tuxedo he was wearing. He had dark hair that was long on the top and shaved on the sides, and even from where she was sitting, she could still make out the color of his piercing blue eyes. She held his intense gaze for a moment before turning away. She still felt his eyes on her though.
Looking at her mother and the woman she was conversing with, she tried to follow along with what they were saying, nodding her head every so often to show that she was listening. That was until someone approached the table.
"Mr. (Y/L/N), may I have a dance with your daughter?" the man asked the older man who was sitting at the table next to (Y/N). Being the daughter in question, (Y/N) glanced to her side to see the man who had been looking over at her for practically the entire night.
"Of course, Mr. Shelby. (Y/N) would be happy to dance with you," her father was agreeing before even asking her, which made her jaw drop slightly.
"Go on then, (Y/N). Dance with Mr. Shelby," her mother nudged her when she didn't move from her chair. "You've been wanting to dance all night."
"Alright, ma," (Y/N) nodded, feeling slightly uneasy and awkward about this whole thing. She'd never met this man in her life. Why, out of all of the women in here, did he choose her?
"May I have a dance?" Mr. Shelby asked her after she stood from her chair to face him. There was a slight, but charming, smile on his lips as he held out his hand to her.
"Yes, you may," she smiled back at him as she took his hand. She may have been awkward when it came to these situations, but she truly loved dancing, so she tried to focus on the fact that that was what they'd be doing. Dancing. Nothing more.
Mr. Shelby then led (Y/N) to the dance floor, turning her to face him once they were in the center. The hand of hers that he was holding stayed clasped in his as his other hand moved to rest against her waist. They were close now, and (Y/N) placed her hand on his shoulder as they began to move to the beat of the song that was playing.
"What is your name?" (Y/N) finally asked after she'd been dancing with this man for a few minutes.
There was a slight look of surprise that flashed across his face before he spoke, "Tommy Shelby."
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," she introduced herself then, a smile playing on her lips.
"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Tommy grinned then, making her smile widen.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Tommy," she giggled slightly. Her fingers went to play with the material of his suit then, pinching it in between them slightly. It was a nervous habit of hers. She guessed that it was her way of keeping herself grounded. Her cheeks tinted pink when she realized that she was doing it to his suit. "Why are you here, Tommy?" she decided to make more conversation.
"My company’s hosting this charity event," he responded, making her eyes widen slightly. She felt way more self-conscious all of a sudden, because here she was, dancing with one of the guests of honor.
"Why'd you want to dance with me?" she asked him after a few more moments of silence.
He chuckled slightly at her questions before answering yet again, "because I thought you looked beautiful, and I couldn't let a beautiful woman sit by herself for the entire night." His response was blunt, and it made (Y/N)'s cheeks heat up. This man, who was still practically a stranger, had just called her beautiful. She felt like a little school girl. But she was still going to keep dancing with him.
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Tommy heard giggles the second he stepped into the foyer of his home. After giving his coat to the maid waiting by the door, he moved towards the family room of the house. As he got closer, he was able to hear music playing softly, and more giggles escaping a child's lips.
"I'm going for the spin now, Charlie. Are you ready?" he heard (Y/N)'s voice then.
"Spin me!" the child exclaimed, and as Tommy stepped into the room, he saw his son and his girlfriend spinning around in circles. Charlie was laughing loudly as he held his arms out, (Y/N) holding on to him tightly as she smiled at the carefree child.
"Ok, Charlie, I've gotta stop now. I'm getting dizzy," the woman said, slowing her spinning down as she spoke.
"Ok," Charlie answered, the two coming to a stop facing Tommy. The boy's eyes immediately lit up as they fell onto his father. "Dada! You're home!" he exclaimed, dropping from (Y/N)'s arms to run to the man standing across from him.
"I'm home, Charlie boy," Tommy grinned as he lifted the three year old up into his arms, "did you take care of (Y/N) for me?" he asked then, making the child nod his head profusely.
"We're dancing," the boy told him then, making Tommy raise his eyebrows as he finally looked over at his partner. She was looking as beautiful as ever, even though she was in a simple house dress.
"Dancing? Without me?" Tommy gave his son an incredulous look, the drama of it making the child giggle.
"Come dance with us then, dada!" Charlie exclaimed, wiggling out of his arms before he went back over to (Y/N), assuming his position on her feet like he'd done countless times before. Tommy watched on with a smile as she danced around with the giggling boy.
He let them be for a few minutes before stepping over to where they were, "may I have a dance with (Y/N), Charlie?" he asked permission before taking the woman from the boy.
"Of course, dad," the three year old nodded, stepping off of (Y/N)'s feet before he let his father move closer to her.
"Hello, love," Tommy finally spoke to (Y/N), making her smile as he took her into his arms, his hands clasping together at the small of her back.
"Hi, Tommy," she mirrored his greeting, "I missed you." The two swayed to the music, the room being silent as Charlie had abandoned them to go play with his toys. "How was London?" (Y/N) asked after they'd been dancing for a few minutes, raising her head from his shoulder to look at him.
"Stressful," he didn't try to sugar coat it.
"How's your head?" she asked then. It hadn't been too long since he'd gone through a major operation for a cracked skull, and though it happened in the early days of he and (Y/N)'s relationship, it still scared her greatly. She thought that she was going to lose him.
Once he was out of the hospital, she agreed to move into Arrow House with him and Charlie so that she could aid him in any way possible. They shared some great times together during that period, the three of them staying inside the house and creating memories like a family would as each day passed. But Tommy was itching to get back to work, and although (Y/N) was apprehensive about it all, she ultimately made peace with the fact that he was going to London for a week to hold some meetings.
"'S alright. Still hurts me at times," he told her truthfully, and she nodded her head.
"Well I hope that you don't have anything scheduled in your diary, because you're taking some time off again. Before you do more damage to your brain," she said then, the look in her eyes telling him that she wasn't going to budge on her stance.
"Love..."
"No, Tommy. I'm serious," she cut off his sigh before he was able to say much. "You look tired. It's good to take a break," she assured him.
"Always keeping my best interest in mind," he grinned as he spoke to her.
"Who else would if it weren't for me?" she smiled at him, accepting the kiss that he gave her then.
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Tommy and (Y/N) were walking around the grounds of Arrow House. Spring had just started, and with it, the beautiful gardens around the property were blooming. (Y/N) would occasionally extend her arms and spin around, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she soaked in the sun. "It's so beautiful out here, Tommy," she stated, opening her eyes to look at him.
"Mmm," Tommy hummed, nodding his head as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.
"Feels nice to be in the sun after the winter we had," she remarked, coming back to his side. Tommy just nodded. It had been a tough winter. The deal with the Russians he was working with just about went sideways and the two things that Tommy loved most were threatened: Charlie and (Y/N).
But it was spring now, and they were safe; the Russians dealt with. "The gardeners have done a nice job out here," Tommy stated, glancing around the property at the seemingly endless amount of plants and flowers.
"Hey, I helped them too, ya know," (Y/N) stated, the smile coming through her hurt expression showing that she was only faking it.
"I know, love. I've watched you," Tommy told her, a smile playing on his lips. Sometimes he'd get distracted from his work by just watching her roaming around the grounds and trying to be of help at any place possible. He swore that she knew when he'd be in there. That she purposely went outside to distract him from getting things done.
"Penny for your thoughts, Tommy?" (Y/N) brought him back, and when he looked over at her, he could see that she was intently waiting for his response.
"They're yours for free," Tommy smiled softly at her before he cleared his throat, "was just thinkin' 'bout how you distract me," he told her honestly.
"Sometimes you need to be distracted," she pointed out, turning so that she was facing him now, stopping him in his tracks. "Dance with me, Tom," she said then, holding her hands up.
Tommy looked at her and let out a chuckle, "there's no music, love," he stated, flicking the butt of his cigarette anyway so that he could take her hand into his; his other hand finding the curve of her waist.
"Nature will be our music. Close your eyes and listen," she said softly, her hand falling onto his shoulder as she stepped closer to him. A smile formed on her face as she shut her eyes, allowing Tommy to start swaying them softly. Tommy took her suggestion and closed his eyes also, the sounds of the wind in the trees and the birds chirping becoming louder as his vision was taken away.
There was also the sound of his heart beating violently in his chest. He didn't know why he was so nervous. It's not like this was his first time. Although it was the first time that he was doing it right...without a pregnancy out of wedlock looming over him. "(Y/N)..." he started after they'd been quietly swaying for the last few minutes. His voice came out hoarse, so he cleared his throat before continuing. "(Y/N), I've got to tell you something," he stated more soundly this time.
(Y/N) was almost immediately lifting her head from his shoulder, her eyes widened slightly. She was expecting the worst. She'd learned that you have to if you wanted to be the partner of Tommy Shelby. "What is it? What's wrong, Tommy?" she asked, waiting on eggshells for his response.
"Nothing's wrong," he eased her mind with those two words before he continued, "I love you."
"I know..." she was almost giggling now, this being the exact opposite of what she expected, "I love you too," she smiled up at him, squeezing the hand of his that was still in hers.
"I want to marry you," he said then.
"I kn...what?" she stopped herself when his words sunk in. "You want to what?" she asked for clarification.
"I want to marry you, (Y/N). To have you by my side for the rest of me life," he told her, dropping her hand so that he could fish the small, velvet box out of his coat pocket. "If you'd have me, that is," he added for good measure, opening the box to show a beautiful diamond ring that sparkled under the sun's rays.
"Of course I'd have you, Tommy. Are you serious?" she gasped, one of the widest smiles forming on her face as it all set in. He was asking her to marry him. "Yes, Tommy. My answer's yes...I'll marry you," she was now fervently nodding her head with tears welling up in her eyes. Tommy only smiled at her before he took the ring out of its holder and slid it onto her finger. "It fits perfectly," she commented, admiring how it shined in the light as she gazed down at it.
"I'm happy you like it," Tommy stated, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"I love you," her arms went around his shoulders as she stood on her toes and kissed him passionately.
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The deed had been done. It had been put on paper, and that paper had been signed, telling the world that, legally, Tommy and (Y/N) Shelby were married. And they'd never been happier.
The reception was being attended by a large number of guests, many of which (Y/N) did not know. She was pulled into conversation after conversation, having to act like she wanted to be talking to them when in reality, she just wanted to curl into Tommy's arms.
So the first time that she saw that Tommy was free, she practically ran to him. "What's the matter, love?" he asked, looking quite concerned about her rushed appearance.
"Nothing, Tommy. Just wanted to be with you is all," she answered him, a bashful smile on her face. Tommy's expression softened as he heard what she had to say. He felt guilty that he'd been working the room for the majority of the time. This was their wedding reception and he'd been ignoring her.
"How 'bout we share a dance?" he suggested, making her eyes light up.
"I'd love that," she smiled widely, allowing him to take her hand and bring her to the dance floor. They started to sway to the music, love in their eyes as they held each other close. “This doesn’t feel real,” she whispered as she laid her head against his shoulder.
“Nothing’s felt real since you’ve come into my life, love,” he told her, making her heart swell at his words.
“I love you, Tommy,” she said as she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him once more.
“I love you, Mrs. Shelby,” he grinned, making her feel giddy before she stretched her neck up slightly so that their lips could meet. Their kiss was short, but sweet, and they pulled away to smile at each other as they kept on swaying slowly to the music. It was almost as if it was just the two of them in the crowded room.
Then the sound of rushed footsteps approaching them was heard. They both looked to their side to see Charlie, who was now four and a half years old, approaching them. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes were focused on (Y/N) instead of his father.
“Would you like to dance, Charlie?” (Y/N) asked him with a smile on her face. The little boy nodded his head enthusiastically, making (Y/N) laugh.
“Are you trying to steal my woman from me, eh, Charlie?” Tommy jokingly questioned, a smile on his face as well.
“No, I just wanna dance with my mum,” he responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she heard what he said. Almost immediately, tears were running down her cheeks. This was the first time that he’s called her ‘mum’. She looked over to Tommy then to see that he was trying hard to hold his tears back, a proud smile on his face.
(Y/N) laughed through her tears and wiped them away with the back of her hands before she looked down at the boy again, “well I can’t say no to that, can I, Charlie?” she questioned with a smile before she lifted the boy up into her arms. He was wearing a wide smile as he wrapped his arms around her neck, allowing her to spin the both of them around the dance floor.
Tommy stepped to the side and watched on, his heart filled with love as his wife spun his son around. Their shared giggles were like music to his ears, and he wished he could stay in that moment forever.
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It’d been a very long day. The seconds seemed to be passing like hours, and the hours were dragging on like days. (Y/N) had been in labor for the past several hours, and it didn’t seem like it was going to be over any time soon.
She was absolutely thrilled to finally get to meet her child, but she wasn’t sure how much more pain she’d be able to take. “Can you tell me how much longer, Polly?” she asked through gritted teeth as she looked at the woman who was sitting at the foot of the bed. She was currently checking how far dilated the woman in labor was; her hands moving under the sheet that was draped over (Y/N)’s legs.
“You haven’t moved along much since we last checked. There’s still a few more centimeters to go,” she gave the answer that (Y/N) did not want to hear, and she couldn’t help but frown as she watched the exhausted woman tip her head back onto the pillows with a sigh. “You’re doing good, (Y/N). Just keep breathing through the contractions,” she gave a reminder then.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take,” (Y/N) breathed in between her shallow, panted breaths as she made her way through another contraction.
“Maybe it’ll do you good if you stand for a bit...move your stiffened muscles,” she suggested, and at this point, (Y/N) was willing to try anything to get this baby out. So she nodded her head and attempted to get up and out of the bed, flopping back down when she realized she had no energy to do so. “Ada, go get Tommy. He can help her stand,” Polly told the other woman in the room, who nodded and exited the room quickly.
Soon enough, Tommy was walking through the door with a concerned expression on his face. “Everything alright, Pol?” he asked as he came to his wife’s bedside. He’d been out of the room for the majority of the day, deciding to give the women their space during this time.
“Yes. You need to help her out of the bed though. She’s going to try moving around to help the labor progress,” Polly explained and Tommy nodded before moving to where (Y/N) was still trying to sit up and swing her legs over the side of the bed.
“Easy, love. Lemme help you,” he spoke in a quiet voice as he reached out to her, using his strength to get her to her feet. She draped her arms over his shoulders as she placed a good bit of weight off on him. He didn’t seem to mind it though. “Come on, let’s walk slowly,” he coaxed her as he started to take slow steps away from the bed.
“It hurts, Tommy,” she whispered, gritting her teeth together as another contraction came on. It, mixed with the uncomfortable feeling of the pressure now being put on her pelvis, was too much for her to bear.
“Breathe, (Y/N). Breathe through it,” he told her, his voice as soft as hers was. “You’re doing an amazing job. You’re so fucking strong,” he praised her as they moved about the room.
“I can’t do it,” she said, whimpering as the pain reached a new high. If she could melt into a puddle on the floor right there, she would. But Tommy’s strong arms were holding her up, and he wasn’t about to let her fall.
“You can,” he assured her, kissing her sweaty forehead before he glanced down at her. “Want to dance with me?” he asked then.
“Dance?” she asked, that being the last thing she’d expect him to suggest.
“We can sway. It might help with the pressure on your hips,” he told her, his hands moving to hold the sides of her swollen stomach. She only nodded before they started to sway slowly. (Y/N) kept her head rested against his shoulder as her hands stayed locked behind his neck. Tommy had his head rested against hers as his hands moved back and forth from the sides of her stomach to her lower back, his movements serving to soothe some of the pain she was feeling.
They swayed and spun in slow circles for a good bit of time before (Y/N) started experiencing a different type of feeling. “I feel like I need to push now,” she announced more so to the women in the room.
Polly was on her feet in an instant, “bring her to the bed, Thomas. I’ll check her again,” she instructed her nephew, who nodded and started to walk (Y/N) back to the bed she’d been on. He helped her lay down and took her hand into his as Polly assumed her position by her feet. She draped the sheet over (Y/N)’s legs before she did her checks, a smile forming on her face as she looked back up at the expecting parents. “You’re ready to deliver, (Y/N).”
“Oh my goodness,” was the first thing that came out of (Y/N)’s mouth before a sigh, that was a mixture of nerves and relief, left her lips. She squeezed Tommy’s hand before she let her head drop against his bicep, happy that he was there for her to lean on.
“We’re going to deliver your baby now, (Y/N). You’re going to need to push when we tell you to,” Polly said as Ada also came to the foot of the bed to assist in any way she could. (Y/N) only nodded and closed her eyes tight, waiting for the go ahead.
This process did not, by any means, go fast. In fact, (Y/N) wasn’t sure how long she was actually pushing for. Just when she felt like she had nothing left to give, the sound of an infant’s cries filled the room. Hearing them made her own sobs start. The two women made quick work of getting the cord cut and the baby cleaned up as Tommy stayed up by (Y/N), his heart swelling as he heard his child’s cries. Polly had asked him if he’d wanted to assist but he stayed frozen in his spot, not wanting to leave his wife’s side.
“Is the baby ok, Tommy?” (Y/N) asked finally after her sobs had died down. She still didn’t know the sex of the baby.
“He’s perfect, (Y/N),” Tommy responded as he moved slightly beside her, “open your eyes, love. Your son wants to meet you,” he told her then and she listened, blinking slowly as her eyes fell upon her newborn baby that had been wrapped up in a soft blanket.
“He is perfect,” she breathed, reaching out to gently run her finger along his cheek.
“You did so well, love,” Tommy praised her, handing the little bundle over to her before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She smiled weakly up at him before staring down at their son again.
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“Why am I so nervous?” (Y/N) asked as the car driving her and Tommy pulled up to the doors of the prestigious event center.
“I don’t know, love. There’s no reason why you should be,” Tommy smiled over at her as he exited the backseat, holding his hand out for her then. She accepted it and let him help her out of the car before their arms linked together so that they could walk up the steps and to the main entrance.
The man at the door greeted them before they entered the room filled with all of the people attending the gala. “I’ll never get used to this,” she couldn’t help but whisper to him, making him chuckle before he dropped his hold to her lower back and led her into the room.
The Shelby family was hosting another gala for the opening of their latest institute for orphaned children. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the circumstance. It was at an event exactly like this several years ago that she met Tommy for the very first time. Now she was attending this gala as his wife and the mother of his children. Things had certainly come full circle.
“I think I see my parents,” she stated as she nodded over to the table that they were sitting at.
“Go see them,” Tommy nodded to her and she smiled up at him, giving him a quick kiss before she left his side to approach their table.
“(Y/N). Don’t you look absolutely stunning,” her mother was the first to comment, a smile on her face as her daughter stopped at the table. “Sit down, darling,” she offered the open seat between her and her husband, who was currently holding their infant granddaughter, Annaleise Shelby.
“Have you seen Charlie or Philip around?” (Y/N) asked as she took her seat and checked over her daughter, who looked content as she slept in her papa’s arms.
“I haven’t. I’m thinking that they’re with their cousins though,” her mother responded, and (Y/N) nodded. Philip had just gotten to that age where he loved to explore, and Charlie was certainly happy to have a sidekick to join him in his adventures.
“Fair enough. So long as they don’t get hurt,” (Y/N) said then, hoping that her words would be true. That was a big wish with the Shelby boys though.
“Your father and I will still take them tonight if you want us to. I know that you and Thomas will have to stay late with the guests since you’re the hosts of this event,” she offered to (Y/N) then.
“That’d be great, mum. Thank you,” she smiled, feeling so happy that she was willing to do so. Her parents had been completely invested in their three grandchildren’s lives. Yes, three...Charlie was as much a grandchild to them as Philip and Annaleise were.
Tommy approached their table before anything more could be said. “Wonderful gathering this is, Thomas,” (Y/N)’s mother stated as she looked up at him with a smile.
“It is. Thank you,” Tommy nodded his head, a smile on his face as he glanced over at his daughter. (Y/N) smiled up at him as she watched him check over the sleeping baby. He was the same way with Philip and Charlie. He always needed to have his eye on them and make sure that they were safe. “May I share a dance with your daughter?” he asked both of (Y/N)’s parents then, making (Y/N)’s cheeks heat up. It almost was as if she wasn’t his wife.
“Of course, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N)’s father spoke up, a smile on his face.
(Y/N)’s mother was nudging her before anything else could be said, “go dance with your husband, darling,” she coaxed her on. (Y/N) laughed slightly, taking Tommy’s extended hand as she stood from her seat. She smiled at him as he led her out onto the dance floor.
“Isn’t this crazy?” (Y/N) questioned as she hooked her hand with his, placing her other on his shoulder as his other went to her waist.
“What’s that?” Tommy asked, smiling down at her as they began to dance to the music being played.
“That this was where we first met...at an event like this,” she started, smiling as she remembered the very first dance they shared, “and you asked my parents if you could share a dance with me.”
“I did,” Tommy nodded slightly before he dropped his forehead to rest against hers, “I knew then that I needed to dance with you for the rest of my life.”
“Tommy...” she breathed, trailing off as her cheeks heated up. “I love you,” she told him then, smiling up at him once more, “and I’d be happy to be your dance partner for the rest of my life,” she added for extra measure.
Tommy’s smile only widened as he leaned in to kiss her. They swayed until the end of the song, when Philip and Charlie had both come to their sides to eagerly tell them about the secret upstairs room they’d managed to get themselves into. They were overjoyed to tell them that it even had toys in it.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as she stayed curled against Tommy’s side for the remainder of the night as they went about talking to the other people in attendance. She never would have thought that her life would turn into this, or that she’d share so many dances with Tommy Shelby, the man who she met on a whim at a charity dinner all those years ago. But she was certainly not going to trade it for anything else in the world. She was going to happily dance with Tommy Shelby for the rest of her life.
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Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader -Not based on his Real Life
Tags-@missymurphy1985@lauren-raines-x@romanogersendgame@queenshelby@cloudofdisney @geminiwolves @ysmmsy @lyarr24 @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @dolllol2405 @misselsbells06 @look-at-the-soul
Warning- swearing, mention of childbirth, angst.
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Two more hours passed before she checked you again. “Still 8 cm’s,” she informed you, “I will speak to the Doctor, see if we can give you something to speed things up,” she removed her gloves, washing her hands.
Nothing was happening, nothing had changed in two hours.
“How?” You cried, head flopped against the pillows. “It’s been hours!” You were tired, out of energy and in pain.
“Baby might be getting tired, Y/n,” she advised. You sat up as you felt another pain come. Holding on to the gas and air.
“How much longer?” You asked her, with the tube in your mouth. Cillian was rubbing your back, “It’s hard to tell, let’s listen in to baby. Make sure she’s happy,” Breathing through the pain, you closed your eyes.
Taking deep breaths, trying to cope with the pain. She put the stethoscope on your swollen tummy. “Why don’t you have a walk up and down the corridor?” She suggested, “While I speak to Doctor, that might help,” she patted your hand, trying to reassure you.
Leaving the room, you stared at Cillian. Who was debating the right thing to say. "Why doesn't she just say the truth? I can't get her out. Nothing is happening Cill," He helped you down from the bed, holding your bump.
Arms wrapped around his neck, you rocked side to side. "Baby, you are so fucking strong. Look how far you have come," He kissed your head, as his phone rang.
It hadn't stopped ringing, friends and family wanting news of the arrival. “It just takes time, you are doing amazing. I am so proud of you,” he kissed your head gently.
Letting go of him, you bent back over the bed. "When she comes back, I'm just going to ask her to cut her out," you gripped onto the bed sheets as another pain came. More intense than the last one.
Cillian put his phone back down, and rubbed your back again. "That's it, breathe, breathe," he encouraged.
You wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he was only trying to help. "I've got no breath left," you growled through the contraction, reaching for the gas, taking a deep suck.
"Y/n?" you heard from behind you. Turning you saw the Doctor standing with the midwife. "Yes," you managed to say through the pain.
“We are going to get you onto a oxytocin drip, speed up the labour. Baby's heart rate is low and we don't want it to dip,"
"Is the baby ok?" Cillian asked the Doctor, becoming concerned. "Baby seemed happy when Nurse Smith monitored her. But, time is dragging on and you are getting tired Mum. You had a fall I believe?" he asked.
"I am fucking tired, because she won't come out. Just give me what I need," you snapped at the Doctor. Another pain gripping you, as you bent over the bed.
You has such immense pressure in your cervix, as you were stood up. A pushing feeling, a heavy weight bearing down.
"Babe, they are just trying to help," Cillian tried to reason with you, mouthing a sorry at the Doctor.
"My god, my god, something is coming out," you panicked, squeezing your legs together. Terrified of what was to come.
"It's ok, don't panic. It will be the pressure building." the nurse tried to explain, talking you through it.
Gripping the bed, you panted, "I can feel something," you tried to explain, riding through the pain. "Help me, please," you panicked, feeling like your insides were going to some out.
The nurse started to put some gloves on, "Let's check you, Y/n, you need to stay calm, for you and the baby," she stated.
Cillian was at the opposite side of the bed, he took your hand. "Y/n, look at me. I am here, take deep breaths. You can do it," he encouraged.
"You are starting to crown, I can see babies head," she told you all, surprised. "What?!" you asked, shocked.
She pushed the buzzer at the top of the bed. "Nothing to worry about, just calling for assistance," The Doctor had been called away.
Another pain rushed through your body, focusing you closed your eyes and tried to remain calm.
The next twenty minutes was all a blur, you helped back on the bed.
Screaming through the pain, squeezing Cillian's hand.
Him whispering words of encouragement, kissing your head.
Nurses in and out of the room, preparing for baby.
"Come on now, chin on your chest and bear down. I can see her head, look Daddy," she spoke to Cillian. Using all of your energy, you followed her instructions.
Pushing and pushing with all of your might.
"Y/n, she has dark hair," his eyes filled with tears as he looked down, then back to you.
"Pant, pant, pant," the midwife encouraged you, as you gripped the gas and air. Refusing to let go.
"Her head is out Mummy, next contraction she will be here," As you looked down, you could see a mop of dark hair, a tiny little face.
“My god," you gasped, looking at Cillian.
With the next contraction, you put your chin down and pushed determined to get her out. You vaguely thought you heard crying, as you panted, eyes still closed.
“Babe she's here, look," Cillian told you.
Slowly opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of your midwife holding a small baby in front of you. Who was screaming, at the top of her lungs.
Rubbing the baby with a towel, she placed her on your chest. "Well done Y/n, I love you so much," Cillian told you, tears rolling down his face.
You were in a state of shock, was she really here? Glancing down at the small bundle on your chest, you blinked away the tears.
"Hey, beautiful girl. I'm your Mummy," you told her, stroking her cheek. "She's perfect," Cillian told you, staring down at your creation.
All of the pain, and months of worry had been worth it to lead to this moment.
"Come on then, Mum and Dad, what's her name?" the midwife asked. You looked up at Cillian, as you cradled your daughter.
“We haven't really decided," he told her holding her tiny hand. "Actually, I've got a name," you announced.
"You do?" he asked, confused. The midwife had her small bracelet ready, to clip onto her foot. Ready to write the name.
"Polly," you smiled up at him.
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missymurphy1985 · 3 years
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Out of the Blue
*This was a request*
Warnings - smut / unplanned pregnancy / talk of abortion
I've used a fictional family for Cillian for this, names have been changed.
"That's it then," Cillian sighed, reading the letter from his solicitor, his friend Adam sitting opposite him in the kitchen of Cillian's new apartment in North Dublin. The Decree Nisi, his divorce from Kate now final. He felt a tinge of sadness, he couldn't help it, they'd spent most of their lives together and shared two teenage boys, but he couldn't forgive her cheating on him while he was away filming, the trust had left him completely.
"To a fresh start, Cill." Adam raised his bottle of beer to Cillian's pint of Guinness as they toasted, Ada ln trying to lighten the darkness in his best friend's eyes. "You're better off without her - now you can move on."
"Yeah no thanks, I'm done with women for a LONG time Ad, they're all the fucking same!" Cillian smiled, almost a laugh. "All I'm interested in now is the boys, they've been through one hell of a rollercoaster this last year."
"When are they coming to stay?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, I've got them all weekend."
"Then tonight Mr Murphy I am taking you OUT! Come on, we can go check out that new bar in the city, there's a band on!" Cillian groaned, that was not his plan for this evening. All he wanted was his pyjamas, a good book and an early night. This wasn't lost on Adam. "I'm not taking no for an answer here, come on! It's been months since you went out, let's do this!"
"Adam please... Not tonight yeah? Maybe next week, or.."
"Enough! No! You're not moping any more, I'm taking to out and that's the end of it." Cillian rolled his eyes. Fuck it, arguing with Adam was pointless, he'd known this since high school.
Within an hour they were ready, both of them in jeans and Timberland boots, Cillian in a blue striped t shirt and Adam in a green one. Hair fixed, they headed out to the waiting taxi outside.
"The first sign of someone trying to take my picture, I'm out of there Adam..." Cillian dreaded the thought of being papped out on the town following his divorce. The papers just wanted a scoop on who he'd be sleeping with now he was freshly single and available. Adam nodded in agreement a deal, as the taxi pulled outside the bar.
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Y/n woke up, her head pounding. Opening her eyes she looked around at her surroundings, not recognising a single thing.
"The fuck have you done this time y/n..." You groaned, rolling your eyes and sitting up gingerly, trying to stop the contents of your stomach from evacuating violently over the unfamiliar bedsheets. Glancing at the alarm clock, you groaned again. 8am... Why the hell was it so damn early.. and where the fuck was she?? She heard a door downstairs open and close, and froze. She wasn't alone. Footsteps up the stairs, she quickly hid back under the covers pretending to be asleep as she heard the bedroom door open and the pressure on the side of the bed as someone sat down next to her sleeping body.
"Hey.. you awake?" An Irish voice filled the silence, as the smell of fresh coffee found its way under the duvet you were hiding under. Clenching your eyes tightly together, you slowly pulled the duvet back and opened them, seeing the man you clearly spent the previous evening with. Your eyes found his.. my god they were so blue.. he was handsome.. bit older than you, maybe? You couldn't tell for sure. You definitely recognised him from somewhere other than last night though, maybe he went to uni with you?
"Um... Morning.. I uh -" you sat up, taking the coffee from his hand, thanking him.
"Did we -"
"Did we.."
You both spoke at the same time. Clearly neither of you remembering the night before. You smiled, he smiled, before you both burst out laughing.
"Fucking hell, how wasted were we? We can't even remember if we had sex or not? I've NEVER been that drunk.. listen I'm sorry, this isn't exactly a great morning after huh?" He took a sip of his coffee, blushing slightly.
"Hey this is not something I do regularly okay.." he shook his head agreeing, neither did he.
"Cillian." He offered you his hand to shake, still smirking. "Listen if you can't remember if we had sex, you definitely can't remember my name..." Your turn to blush now.
"Y/n. And no. I definitely don't remember. But if it makes you feel any better, I'm still fully clothed? I don't think we had sex then redressed, do you?" You laughed, showing him you were still wearing the top and jeans you had on last night.
The pair of you laughed in relief.. eyes meeting again as the tension finally left the room.
"I can drive you home whenever you're ready y/n. If you need to get back?" Cillian offered.
"Erm.. oh yeah.. that'd be great, thank you.. listen, would it be cheeky to ask for a shower, or..."
"Hey, no not at all! Just through there," he pointed to his en suite. "I'll fetch you a towel, take your time."
You smiled. Those beautiful blue eyes were captivating you completely, you couldn't drag your own eyes away. He couldn't take his own from yours either, that tension was back, but it was a different kind of tension this time. Neither of you could remember how you got here, but neither of you minded that it had happened.
"You.. I'll go have that shower, yeah?" You moved to stand but stumbled slightly, landing closer to Cillian. He didn't move. Your face was now a mere few inches from his. Those eyes, once again never leaving yours. Your core burned, glancing down you saw the obvious excitement in his trousers, causing you to groan quietly.
He leaned in slowly, lips brushing yours carefully. You couldn't stop yourself kissing him back, within seconds the kiss becoming heated, tongues colliding. He leaned you back down onto the bed, moving his body to cover your own. You couldn't stop yourself, it was as if you were moving in autopilot, everything inside your core was on fire, demanding more of this incredible man immediately.
He stopped kissing you and hovered over your face, rubbing his nose against yours.
"Are you sure about this y/n?" You nodded, and kissed him again hungrily, parting your legs as he fell between them, grinding his own hips against yours. You could feel his hard-on, and you bucked your hips against his.
"Please... Don't stop now... I need this.. even if I never see you again after this Cill, just let me.."
"Baby I don't do one night stands... I'm taking you for breakfast as soon as we're done. Deal?" You smiled, no that was probably a grin. Breakfast sounded damn good right now, but not as good as he'd feel buried inside you.
"Deal. Now fuck me.. please?"
"Your wish is my command." Clothes removed, he grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket (Adam bought them the night before, he remembered that part at least, him slipping a couple into his jeans pocket as Cillian protested he wasn't going to sleep with anyone that night anyway...) Slipping it on, he pushed himself inside you, filling you completely.
"Fuck... Cillian that's fucking it..." You raised your hips with each thrust, he buried his face into your neck, biting the skin and sucking it slightly. You could hear him moaning into your collarbone.
"Shit you feel good... So fucking tight y/n..."
"Harder... Cillian, harder..." Your nails scratched down his back - if he was marking you, you were absolutely marking him in return. His thrusts now came hard and fast, as your walls clenched around him, your body finding that sweet release you needed, you hands pulling his hair hard. He came immediately after you, with a low moan into your hair as he pulled it in return, both of you panting trying to catch your breath.
"Shit me... I wasn't expecting that.." Cillian eased himself out, catching the condom before throwing it on the floor by the bed. Collapsing next to you, he turned to face you.
"I'm sorry... I don't even know you and I'm fucking you.. this isn't me y/n, I mean it, I don't do this, I've NEVER done this before."
"Hey, you've never had a one time thing? Seriously?"
"I was married for 20years until last night y/n!" He laughed, causing you to smile too. Suddenly your smile dropped a little.
"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking.."
"42. You?"
"If I tell you, don't freak out yeah?"
"Y/n I know you're younger okay, just tell me. It's okay."
"24." His eyes widened, was that in horror? Shock? Disgust? You couldn't tell but it didn't look good...
"24?? Shit me... The press are gonna have a field day with this..." You sat up, suddenly extremely self conscious. Age was never an issue for you, you actually preferred an older man, but it clearly bothered him.
"The press?" You asked, confused. "Why on earth would they be bothered?"
Cillian looked at you. You looked back at him completely deadpan. Shit, you were serious.
"Google me. Cillian Murphy." You reached into your jeans pocket for your phone and typed his name.
"Oh shit..."
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"Y/n, you still with me?" Cillians voice floated through the screen, knocking you from your daydream. Filming over in England for Peaky Blinders, Skype calls were your norm now.
"What? Shit sorry, baby, I was in a world of my own then! What did you say?"
"I asked if that delivery had arrived from Amazon, those books I ordered? You ok?"
"What books? Oh, those.. erm yeah I think so, something arrived for you earlier anyway, I left it on the kitchen side for you for when you get home next week. At least I think I did..."
"What's going on with you? Are you okay? You haven't been yourself for a few days now, forgetting things? You left your keys at work the other day, your phone in your friend's car.. what's going on?" Truth be told, you had no idea. Since your chest infection four months ago, you'd lost the ability to adult. You and Cillian had moved into a new home on the outskirts of Dublin 4 months ago, that morning after being the start of a blossoming romance, that led to you moving in together within the space of 6 months. Everyone had something to say, especially his ex wife who was still telling everyone who'd listen that you were obviously sleeping together while Cillian was still married, obviously he traded her in for a younger model, obviously blah, blah, blah... Never mind the fact that SHE cheated on HIM, no mention of that... Luckily your friends and family saw past all of it, and welcomed the new relationship - seeing how good you two fitted together, it wasn't hard to see why. You were the gin to his tonic, exactly what you both needed without you knowing you needed it. But these last few months, you'd felt completely spaced out - not even you could deny it.
"That chest infection really knocked the wind out my sales Cill, I haven't been right since! My mind's gone to absolute mush! Maybe I'm just run down, I've got the rest of the week off now so I'll get some rest, I promise."
"Maybe book a doctor's appointment y/n, you should be over this by now, you took all your antibiotics, yeah?"
"Yep, every one, right on time. Babe I'm so tired! I can't explain it!"
"Hit the sack babe, get an early one. I'll call you tomorrow. Don't forget to make that appointment okay?" You agreed, eyes growing heavy. You told each other I love you before closing the call and heading straight to bed.
You left the doctor's appointment the following day with tears in your eyes. This couldn't be happening... You took out your phone to call Serena, your best friend.
Approaching her front door, she opened it and immediately held you as sobs racked your body. Taking you inside away from any prying paparazzi, she put the kettle on.
"He's gonna kill me Serena... This isn't supposed to happen! We agreed - this wasn't part of our plan!! What am I going to do? How could I have been so stupid?"
"This isn't your fault y/n.. and he is not going to kill you, okay?" Nausea overcame you and you ran to her downstairs toilet, your breakfast evacuating violently into the toilet bowl. Serena made you a glass of water. Your phone vibrated, Cillian's name appearing on the screen. You ignored it. Again. Three times he'd called, three times you ignored it.
"You have to tell him sooner or later, y/n..." Serena was at the door, glass of water in hand.
"How? How exactly do I tell the man who is adamant he wants no more children that I'm fucking pregnant Serena? And I'm already 13 weeks gone? How did I not know?" Sobs overcame you again, your phone vibrating a fourth time. This time, a voicemail was left. Shakily, you listened to it.
"Y/n what the fuck? Call me. Call me right now." He didn't sound happy - from just a few missed calls, that was a bit extreme! Once you'd calmed down, Serena left you alone in her kitchen while you called him back via WhatsApp, hands still shaking.
"Baby, what's going on?? Paul's just shown me a photo on Twitter of you leaving the doctors with tears in you eyes, what the hell is happening?" You cursed yourself.. fucking photographers everywhere!
"Babe, are you alone? And sitting down? Put your phone on video call." He did as you asked and you saw his panic-stricken face fill the screen as you settled your phone on the counter. He saw your pale, tear-stained face and turned a shade of white.
"Y/n what is it?"
"I went to the doctor's -"
"I know that, y/n..."
"Look, this is easier if you don't interrupt me, yeah?" He nodded an apology and sat back, arms folded. "So that chest infection.. I had to take antibiotics. And it would appear that antibiotics... Well.. they render the pill completely useless and -" his eyes widened as he listened to you.
"The fuck are you saying y/n?"
"I'm pregnant, Cillian. 13 weeks." You closed your eyes, waiting for him to scream at you. Shout at you. Curse you. But he said nothing. Silence. Complete radio silence. You opened your eyes, tears threatening to fall any second. "Well fucking say something Cill!"
"I... I don't... Fuck y/n... This is a joke, right? You're joking? It's April 1st and you're having me on, yeah?"
"No, Cillian, it's July 15th and I am not FUCKING JOKING!!" The tears fell freely now, how much of an arsehole could he be. You saw him stand up and walk across the room out of view and your tears fell harder. Serena re-entered the room hearing your sobs but you waved her back. Composing yourself..
"Cillian... Cillian are you still there? Cillian?!" He came back into view and sat back down, eyes wet. He was crying.
"I'm sorry.. baby I'm sorry I didn't mean.." choking his words, so many emotions running through his mind. Another wave of nausea saw you suddenly dash out of view to throw up in the toilet again. All he saw was you run.
"Y/n?? Baby?? Where you going??" Serena came into view.
"Cill she's fine - it's morning sickness. She's okay don't worry." Cillian breathed a sigh of relief seeing your best friend there, at least you weren't alone.
"Listen, go take care of her yeah, tell her to call me when she's feeling okay.. and tell her I love her. We'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I promise." Serena smiled, nodding her head, ending the call, making her way back to you, still wretching into the bowl.
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"How are you feeling?" Cillians voice helped to ease the pain. Your morning sickness had subsided, at least for the last couple of days. Your bump appeared out of nowhere once you'd found out you were pregnant, but with the sudden change in your body came changes you really didn't appreciate - your pelvis was agony. Since you hit the 7 month mark, it felt like it was on fire daily.
"Like dogshit. Like my hips want to cripple me. This is hell Cillian, I miss you so much!" You started to cry again, Cillian feeling completely helpless. He'd already missed so much of this precious time filming, neither of you able to come home or visit due to Covid restrictions and y/n having a high risk pregnancy. Severe morning sickness, coupled now with severe pelvic girdle pain, doctors had signed you off on sick until your maternity leave kicked in in 6 weeks time. You couldn't walk now without crutches, relying on friends and family to bring you groceries. You were beginning to resent your own baby, which made you feel even worse.
"I'm on the first flight home tomorrow morning, we wrapped filming up a month early so I could come home sooner. I wanted to surprise you, but I'm shit at surprises!" He chuckled, causing you to giggle too. You perked up, still lay on the sofa like a bloated whale but at least you were smiling now.
"Really? You'll be home tomorrow?"
"Flight lands at 7am. I'll be home by 7:45. And I'm not going anywhere, y/n, I've cleared my schedule. Nothing coming up, no press, no interviews, I'm completely yours and the baby's for the foreseeable future. I promise." Tears fell again, but this time, happy ones. He'd be home in less than 12 hours. One more sleep, and he'd be home.
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"Come on y/n... You can do this!" You gripped Cillians hand hard as another contraction rippled painfully across your abdomen. Why the fuck did you refuse the epidural? What the hell were you thinking??
"I can't... I can't do it... Cillian I've been doing this for hours I can't..... Aaaaahhhhhh!" You screamed as your body took over and you bore down. The midwife ordering you to push.
"You can, you can baby, come on... She's nearly here! So close now, just a little longer..." He breathed with you, patting your head with a cold flannel to cool you down. Another contraction, another push...
Suddenly the room erupted with a baby's loud cry, swiftly followed by your own. Cillians eyes watered as your daughter was lifted in the air, still attached by the umbilical cord. Cillian cut it, taking your daughter into his arms. It was already decided he would hold your baby first, after all, you'd been carrying her for 9 months! You choked, seeing him holding your baby for the first time, as he carried her over to you to hold to your chest.
"She's here... She's beautiful.. look at her eyes Cillian!" Ocean blue, just like his.
"She has your nose y/n... My god she's perfect..." He kissed your head gently, openly sobbing now and not caring in the slightest. He thanked you. He thanked you for bringing his daughter safely into the world, for going through hell during the worst pregnancy you could've imagined..
"All worth it... Every second.. but I'm never doing this again Cillian.. I mean it, never again." You glared at him then at the scissors on the table, then down at his groin.
"Fuck off, y/n, I'm not having anyone snipping anything down there..."
"Looks like a life of celibacy then Murphy, that's the only logical conclusion."
"I'll book an appointment next week." You smirked. Very rarely did you not get your own way, and now he had two girls against him, he knew he'd never get his OWN way ever again.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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missymurphy1985 · 3 years
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Miracles (sequel to Reminiscing)
You'd been trying for a baby with Cillian for over a year now without success - he isn't getting any younger... What's next for the two of you?
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"Baby it'll happen when it happens..." Cillian soothed your tears as he held you on the bedroom floor. Your period had just arrived, which meant only one thing. No baby. You'd been trying now for nearly 15 months and nothing but negative pregnancy tests and more sanitary products. You'd tried changing your diets.. you'd both cut out alcohol and caffeine.. but nothing.
"What if it doesn't, Cill? What if it never happens?" You dried your tears on the sleeve of your t shirt and sank into his arms.
"Let's book in with that fertility doctor yeah? Get some tests run, find out what's stopping us having a baby?" He lifted you back to kiss you. You nodded, reluctantly. You were dreading this.. what if you were the problem? Clearly Cillian was fine, he had the two boys.. if you weren't able to give him a baby you'd never forgive yourself.. would he even stay with you? The baby had been his idea... The thought alone made you feel sick.
"How about a weekend away? Just you and me, we'll head to Kerry and just relax for a few days?" You smiled. He always knew how to make you feel better. Nodding your head, he pulled you up from the floor and held you close. "Let's just get away from it all - no more talk of babies, just us, agreed?"
"Okay.. agreed."
The following day you woke feeling sore and achy. Your lower back feeling like you'd been kicked by a horse. Grimacing slightly, you lifted yourself out of bed to the kitchen where Cillian was making coffee.
"Hey, you okay?" He saw you limping slightly.
"Yeah, must've slept funny, my back is so sore!"
"Why don't you go lie down, I'll bring your coffee through?"
"I need to get ready, I'm meeting Lisa for a coffee this afternoon."
"I'm sure she'll understand if you're not feeling great y/n?"
"It's just a bit of back pain, I'll be fine once I've stretched it out. Don't worry," you smiled, kissing his lips and taking the decaf coffee from him. You pulled away suddenly as a sharp pain suddenly washed over your lower abdomen.
"And now we have period pain too... Wonderful..." You felt your eyes watering at the harsh reminder that you weren't pregnant and Cillian pulled you into his arms again.
"I'll call Lisa, go get back in bed." You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "I'm not asking, y/n." Feeling irritated, you made your way back upstairs and got under the covers. Cillian joining you shortly after with a hot water bottle, glass of water and some paracetamol. You took the tablets and Cillian placed the water bottle on your lower belly, before climbing in behind you and holding you close. He could feel your body tense every now and again.
"Hey, you okay?" He rubbed a hand up and down your arm to soothe you.
"My back keeps spasming babe, must've really done a number on it.." he pulled back from you slightly and ran a hand over your lower back trying to soothe it. He could feel the spasms as they came off and on every few minutes, the worry growing in his stomach. You were normally so fit, working out in your basement gym downstairs three times a week, yoga every Saturday.. pulling a muscle sleeping didn't sound likely to him.
You felt yourself drifting off to sleep as Cillian's hands massaged your lower back. The heat from the hot water bottle easing the cramps in your tummy.
You woke a few hours later to a white hot pain across your stomach and you cried out, clutching your belly. The pressure in your stomach was so intense you called out.
"Cillian!! Baby you there??" No answer. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and called him.
"Hey, you're awake -"
"Cillian come home.. please it hurts!!!" You heard the car screech to a halt.
"What hurts? Baby where are you? I'm on my way, 10 minutes okay?"
"Please... God it hurts!!!" Cillian stayed on the phone but you heard him talking to his sister in the passenger seat.
"Orla, call an ambulance, you're gonna have to come with me. Y/n stay on the phone until I get there baby okay?" You were panting now, the pain was unbearable. You could hear Cillian swearing at other cars, he must've been driving like a maniac... You didn't care, you just needed him now.. Orla was talking now, she must've been on the phone to the ambulance service, you heard her give them your address before you screamed as another white hot pain shot across your belly.
Panting through the pain, you felt the pressure in your pelvis start to increase in intensity. You pulled yourself to your feet slowly, and made your way to the bathroom. You were sweating from every where, your temperature soaring to new heights. You pulled your underwear down and sat on the toilet, convinced whatever it was you'd eaten that was causing this was about to make a dramatic exit. In that moment you heard Cillian and Orla burst into the bedroom, Cillian making his way into the bathroom to you. You didn't even feel embarrassed that you were sat on the toilet you were just grateful that he was there.
"It hurts so bad Cill... Please make it stop!!!!" You screamed, as a sudden need to push took over you. Cillian was frozen in panic, completely helpless, he didn't know what to do. Orla suddenly took charge, pushing Cillian to the side to check you over. You stood up slightly, your body taking over completely.
"Holy shit..... y/n lie down on the floor, come on... Cillian, get a fucking towel!!" Orla guided you slowly to the bathroom floor and opened your legs, Cillian quickly grabbing a towel that she placed under your hips.
"Fuck... Okay y/n look at me.. you're going to feel a need to push and I need you go with it okay? Just breathe... You're gonna be fine.."
"The fuck is happening Orla??" You screamed.
"You having a baby y/n.. right now.. Cillian get that end and hold her.. Get your shit together y/n and push!!" Cillian didn't have time to react before Orla pulled him to sit behind you holding you, your back to his chest as you gripped his hands and bore down as hard as you could. There was no time to think about anything else. The pain was like nothing you'd felt before in your life. Cillian breathed with you, grimacing slightly as his knuckles were being gripped like a vice but focusing his attention on getting you through this.
Within seconds the paramedics had arrived through the door Cillian had left open downstairs and taken over from Orla, giving you a mouthpiece to breathe into.
"Gas and air babe, it'll help, just breathe in and out okay?" Cillian whispered in your ear as you did as you were told and instantly felt the pain subside slightly. One paramedic was between your legs, the other radioing the hospital to let them know what was happening and to expect a mum and baby imminently.
The room was filled with the sound of a baby's cry. You heard Orla burst into tears, whilst you and Cillian were still too in shock to fully process what was happening. The paramedics offered Cillian a pair of surgical scissors to cut the cord, before placing the tiny baby girl in your arms. At that moment you both cried, looking down at the tiny bundle who was starting to settle, searching for your breast. You instinctively fed her, and Cillian gently stroked her head.
"Where the hell were you hiding her??" You looked up at him and laughed.
"I was about to ask you, when did you put her in there?!"
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Opening your eyes, you felt hands roaming over your body as you lay in bed pretending you were still asleep. Those hands knew you better though and teased between your legs making your body shudder.
"I reckon we've got 10minutes before the 'threenager' wakes up... You'd better make this quick Cillian..." You turned onto your side and opened your legs inviting his now rock hard cock to rest between them. His fingers skilfully toying your clit making you moan softly. Easing himself inside from behind you, he began thrusting slowly. The only position available to you, your swollen belly now too large for any other.
"Fuck.. y/n.. still so tight..." You arched your back into his thrusts from behind you, both of you knowing this could be the last time before you had your new baby, due any time now. This pregnancy being much less of a shock than the first - you found out about 7 weeks in and you'd blossomed quickly. You'd loved feeling the little kicks, seeing your baby on the monitors at your scans, choosing names... You'd experienced it all and had relished every single second of it, making up for missing the first one's milestones.
"This really isn't going to last long.. you feel too good... Full of my child..."
"Cill keep talking to me.. I'm close..."
"Watching your body grow... Fuck you have no idea what that's done to me.."
Your hips rocked back against him almost frantically, his fingers still pressing on that bundle of nerves drawing your orgasm even closer. Before long you came hard against him, muffling your cries into the pillow so as not to wake your daughter in the next room. He followed not long after, spilling deep inside you.
Kissing your shoulder he pulled out, running his hands over your belly again and holding you close. A sudden giggle of your daughter emitting from the doorway.
"Mama!! What was Daddy doing behind you?" You pulled the duvet over you and Cillian helped you into a sitting position, your daughter climbing in-between you.
"Ready for some breakfast Niamh?" Cillian said as he booped his daughters nose and she moved to bite him playfully.
"Baby?" She pointed to your belly.
"Not yet little lady, soon though we promise." Cillian climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans on, picking the little girl up in his arms he playfully swung her over his shoulder, her legs in the air. You laughed watching Cillian bounce her over his shoulder, blowing raspberries into her waist making her squirm and giggle. Feeling another twinge in your lower abdomen you smiled.
"Maybe sooner rather than later Niamh, I think it might be time for that sleepover at Aunty Orla's house!"
The look of shock in Cillian's eyes made you laugh. "They do say it speeds things along Cill, don't look so surprised," you winced as he called his sister.
"You ready for this?" He kissed your head as he dialled the number.
"Definitely more ready than last time!" You laughed and tweaked your daughter's nose. "Let's get your bag shall we little lady?"
"No you don't, you stay there. I'll sort her out and Orla will come pick her up. You feeling okay?"
"Yep - I'm okay, they're not too bad for now. Her bag's on the hook behind her bedroom door already packed. My bag is in the closet downstairs ready. Just need to call the midwife and we're grand okay?"
"Love you... So much..." He kissed you gently and called Orla to come pick Niamh up. Your heart felt completely full and you couldn't wait to meet your latest addition.
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missymurphy1985 · 2 years
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The Mistake - Part 9 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)
Warning - childbirth
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"No, I'm not. I'm not. You're wrong, they've got it wrong?!" You began to panic, your heartrate through the roof and your palms sweaty. Tears in your eyes - fear as you remembered the agony you were in, and confusion as to why it suddenly wasn't there anymore.
His lips on your forehead, his hand on your still flat belly between the grey bands around it, calming you before you went into full panic mode. He stroked the side of your face as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.
"It'll all be fine, I promise. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving you. We'll get through this together, okay?"
"How are you so calm?"
"You've been asleep for hours y/n, I've had time to process it, but you have to stay calm. The most important thing is you and our baby."
"Our baby..." You burst into tears. You weren't sure whether they were happy tears, in all honesty, you were fucking terrified. Most people have MONTHS to prepare for this...
A doctor came in shortly after to check you over.
"I hear this is a bit of a shock Miss Y/L/N?" He smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back despite your panic. He was calming. His voice was gentle.
"How?"
"It's rare, but it can happen. Baby's lying close to your spine, and the placenta is directly under your belly, cushioning any kicks."
"I did a test, it was negative?!"
"False negatives are common too."
"Why has the pain stopped?"
"They gave you strong pain relief when you came through here, as soon as they realised what was happening and you fell asleep. You were delirious y/n, screaming..." Cillian explained, his voice breaking. The doctor asked to examine you, which you consented to, and you felt your legs be lifted into stirrups as he set himself up between them.
Cillian held your hand as you gasped at the sudden intrusion, kissing the back of it and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he spoke gently to you with fresh tears in his eyes.
"I thought you were dying, y/n, I thought I was going to lose you..."
You felt a sudden tightening across your stomach, stopping you being able to respond, as you squeezed his hand and grimaced.
"4cm - pethidine is wearing off from the looks of it too. I'll top that up for you, but this baby is in no hurry. Mr Murphy, if you need to collect anything from home, now's a good time to do it?"
You gave Cillian a list of things you wanted, and a list of people to call, and he reluctantly left you. A kind midwife came through to keep you company, bringing a big inflatable ball thing for you to bounce on. This all felt so surreal... So bizarre... But your fear was subsiding. What choice did you have?
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You had the gas and air tube in your mouth, leaning over the bed, groaning every few minutes as another contraction burned through you. Cillian had you moved to the Private section of the hospital on his healthcare account so you had complete privacy from prying eyes and potential gossips on the main maternity ward.
Bit of a newsflash, that would be...
A few moments after your last contraction, you heard the door open and Cillian returned, carrying two teddy bears - one pink, one blue.
"I didn't know which colour to get!" He laughed, immediately stopping when he saw how much discomfort you were in. The midwife took the items from him and told him to rub your back, keep you calm.
"Is everything okay?" He asked her, standing behind you, his hands rubbing over your lower back as you breathed in the gas and air, groaning as another pain washed over you.
"I examined her about half an hour ago, we're at 7cm now. It's going perfectly," she smiled.
"This really fucking hurts, Cill!"
"I know baby, I know. I'm here now, yeah? You're gonna be amazing, you're the strongest woman I know." You needed to be lying down, the pressure between your legs was too much. He helped you to lay on the bed, and your midwife helped to lift your legs into the stirrups to examine you while he held your shaking hands.
"Are you comfortable here or do you want to try a different position for pushing?"
"Pushing??" You could feel yourself start to panic again.
"How else do you think - "
"Cillian, I'd strongly advise against finishing that sentence..."
"Listen, If I could do this for you, I would, you know that. And I know you're scared and it hurts, but we're nearly there now yeah?"
You couldn't lie on your back, it was way too uncomfortable. You tried a few different positions, before setting on your knees, your chest against the headrest of the bed. Cillian positioned the other side of it, as you clung to his shoulders. You suddenly felt a pressure, and a desperate need to push out of nowhere...
"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck no, I can't do it..!!!"
"You need to push, y/n, baby's coming right now, chin to your chest and push!"
You screamed, teeth gritted, hands squeezing Cillian's shoulders as you felt your pelvis feel like it was being split in two.
Constant words of encouragement from him, but you genuinely wanted to slice his smug, pain free, pretty little face off. Immediately feeling guilty but not guilty enough to not still wanna do it.
He saw your eyes flash at him and quickly shut up.
He stayed silent through the following pushes, simply holding you. You didn't need him to do any more than that. You didn't need to be mollycoddled and told you were strong... You just needed him to hold you.
You were safe as long as he was holding you.
"Pant, now, until I tell you to push again - understand y/n?" You nodded, and panted, short little breaths, eyes closed, trying to focus on his skin on yours, you noticed he was panting with you.
"Oh god, not again, no no no...."
"PUSH Y/n, come on, bear down!"
Agony. Even with the pethidine you'd had a few hours ago, you felt everything. Every burn, every tightening. Everything.
You could feel yourself losing control of your own body, it's like you were a passenger in it, rather than an active participant. It was working on its own, pushing your baby out of your body. Which was difficult enough to get your head around without the constant feeling of being cut in half. Vertically and horizontally.
"You're nearly there y/n, I need a big push now and your baby's here!"
You closed your eyes, felt Cillian's kiss on your forehead, and bore down harder than you had so far, and for as long as you could, desperate for this to be over, a loud scream leaving your body at the same time your baby did.
A few moments went by, and a sound erupted that suddenly made you freeze in pure shock. A piercing wail... You and Cillian locked eyes, neither of you quite believing what you were hearing.
Shit just got very real... That was a baby. A real baby.
Your baby.
You slowly turned to lie back on the bed gently, Cillian moving to the side of you as the midwife handed him a pair of scissors, pointing out the clamped section of cord for him to cut.
And there it was. Placed on your chest, nuzzling into your skin, searching for your breast to feed...
Your son.
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Surprises
You and Cillian are on your babymoon, 4 weeks before your first baby's due date. You think you've got lots of time.. your baby has other ideas...
Warnings - childbirth, swearing
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Cillian lifted your suitcase out of the car and carried it into your holiday home in Kerry, you were on strict orders not to lift a finger. 36 weeks pregnant with your first child together, you sighed, trying to remind him you were pregnant, not disabled, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Can I get out of the car now please, your baby is using my bladder as a trampoline!" Cillian laughed and opened the car door for you, taking your hand to lead you out carefully.
"Watch your step, there's rocks all over the path y/n..."
"Cill for the love of God, how many times have we been here? I'm fine, now let me go pee before I do it all over this rocky path, yeah?" You loved how caring and attentive he was being, but it was becoming really overbearing after 8 months.
"I'm just worried about you..."
"Baby I'm fine, the baby is fine, and my legs work just fine, thank you.." you kissed him lightly and walked to the toilet on the ground floor. Okay, it was more of a waddle, but close enough. He had good reason to worry. His ex wife had suffered terribly during both her pregnancies, and he was watching you like a hawk, terrified you'd be the same. You hadn't though, you were strong as an ox and took every day in your stride, enjoying every second knowing it was likely to be your only pregnancy now Cillian was 45 and you were 34. This one certainly wasn't planned, but was very much looked forward to.
Once Cillian had unpacked, and you'd eaten dinner, you were lazing on the sofa watching TV. Your legs hanging over his lap, him gently rubbing his fingers over your swollen ankles.
"Have you decided on names yet?" You questioned.
"I can't choose, I thought you were deciding?"
"Okay, how about we each write a list of our favourites, and we'll go through them one by one?" You went to grab a pen before Cillian glared at you and went to get it himself. You chuckled, how dare you move so heavily pregnant!!
Once you'd written your lists, you sat next to each other of the sofa and began to read from them in turn.
"Sofia."
"Nansy."
"Jacob."
"Daniel."
Each one getting a grimace from the other.
"This is hopeless," you threw the pen down in a huff. "We've been doing this for months, how is it so difficult to choose a bloody name??"
"Baby neither of my boys had names til they were born - we chose days later for them. They just came to us. There's no rush here I promise." You smiled thinking of Aran and Malachy, how excited they were for the new baby you were yet to name. You decided not to find out the gender, you wanted the surprise.
"I'm beat, I think I'm heading to bed. Are you joining me?" You lifted yourself off the sofa, with Cillians help.
"No I'm gonna finish this film, it looks good!"
"Cillian, it's Batman. You're in it. Of course it looks good!" He laughed as you waddled your way to the bedroom, telling you he'd be there soon.
On the way up the stairs, you suddenly felt a pain in your lower abdomen. Thinking it was another Braxton Hicks, you paused on the stairs waiting for it to pass.
"Y/n what's wrong?" Cillian was at the bottom of the stairs. He'd heard the stairs creaking, then stop suddenly so came to check on you.
"Just a Braxton Hicks contraction babe, they started in the car on the way over here. Perfectly normal, totally irregular, all is fine, don't worry."
"Why didn't you tell me it was happening??" He started to come up the stairs to you, worry all over his face.
"Because they're nothing to worry about - just a normal part of my body preparing for the real thing, stop panic- ahhhh...." You felt another. Sharper now, all over your belly.
"This ain't normal y/n, come back downstairs. Let's just keep an eye on these for a while, yeah?" He took your hand and led you back to the living room slowly, watching your every move. You rolled your eyes and followed him, knowing arguing was pointless. These were just Braxton Hicks. Weren't they?
Sitting you back on the sofa, Cillian grabbed his phone from his jacket slung over the arm of the chair in the corner. Opening the pregnancy app on his phone he clicked on the Contraction Timer option.
"Now tell me when you feel it, and then when it stops, okay?" He'd barely got the last word out when another hit you, you froze in pain, gripping onto your belly, breathing until it passed.
"Baby? That one really hurt..."
"Okay, let's see about the next few okay? Just breathe. I knew this was a bad idea, coming out so late on..."
"I've still got 4 weeks, there's plenty of time!"
"Yeah I'm not so sure now babe.. let me know when it happens again."
"Fuck... Now... Oh my god...." You found yourself moving forwards, legs open and your hands grabbing the coffee table. "It's gone..." 15 minutes passed with Cillian holding your hand in one and running your back with the other, monitoring each contraction you felt.
"Y/n these are coming every 5 minutes, and lasting 2minutes each time.. I think we need to get to a hospital.."
"No.. these things take time, we don't need to rush. I don't want to get there and be sent home okay? I said in my birth plan I wanted to be home as long as possible..."
"Yeah, birth plans don't always go to plan y/n."
"Cillian don't, just let me be yeah?" Your eyes glistened with tears, fear surging through you. Cillian kissed the top of your head gently. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to snap.. I'm scared Cill! I'm really fucking scared!"
"I know, so am I and I'm not the one doing the work! It'll be okay, okay? I'm here, and we're going to meet our baby soon... Just breathe, yeah? In... Out... Look at me. In... Out..." He was breathing with you trying to calm you down. It was working until another contraction hit and you cried out with the pain. He held you close, rubbing your back.
"How far apart now?" You grimaced, feeling it pass.
"Still 5 minutes. Lasting 2. It's been like that for 30 minutes. What do you want to do babe?"
"Run me a bath?" Cillian sighed. He was desperate to get you to a hospital and be checked over but your glare told him to follow your lead. You knew your body better than him right now.
Cillian carefully lifted your body into the bath while he stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.
"I'm going to teach him how to play football.. he'll have his own little Liverpool kit before he's walking y/n..."
"Oh it's a boy is it? See I can see you learning how to plait hair and play tea parties on a Saturday afternoon!" You giggled.
"It's a boy, I'm telling you. I only make boys, y/n!" Another contraction, but the warm water eased the pain enough for you to focus more on your breathing. Cillian reached a hand in and held your belly, feeling it tighten and wishing nothing more than to take the pain away from you.
"Okay, make the call yeah? Just call our midwife and let her know what's happening." You nodded to Cillian, finally accepting that this indeed was happening. Your baby was on its way.
Cillian kissed your head and dialled the number for the hospital back in Dublin, it suddenly feeling so very far away right now. Ending the call, he turned back to you.
"She's calling the hospital here in Kerry to let them know to expect us - she said with the contractions the way they are there's no rush if you want to stay home a while. But she warned the second they're 3minutes apart and lasting longer, we need to go, okay?" You agreed, before another contraction hit with some urgency. The water not helping the pain of this one. With it, came a popping sensation and a gushing feeling between your legs.
"Cillian, I think my waters have broken!" You were panicking again until Cillian leaned his head against yours breathing with you again to calm you.
"Time to get out of the bath, come on." He lifted you out and wrapped a dressing gown over your shoulders but another contraction hit you before you left the room.
"Fuck.. Cillian, Jesus.... I can't walk..." your breathing becoming louder and more laboured.
"Baby I need you to walk, we've got to get to the car..."
"Okay... Okay... Get the bag.." Cillian led you to the bedroom where the ready made hospital bag lay waiting, he insisted you took it with you just in case. Wrapping the dressing gown over your bump, you grabbed his arms tight as another wave of pain gripped you. He could feel how hard your belly contracted and brought you into his arms, running his hands firmly down your spine as you cried into his chest.
"I don't think I'm going to make it... I can feel the baby moving down... Cillian..." He looked at your panicked face and paled. He recognised that look, he'd seen it twice before. This baby was coming now whether he liked it or not.
Leading you to the bed he lay you against the pillows gently.
"Fuck... Okay I'm calling an ambulance... Wait there y/n."
"The fuck you think I'm gonna go Cillian??! Disneyland?!" You gasped as another wave of pain took you. "Fuck don't leave me! Please!" Cillian had the phone to his ear talking to the ambulance service. Nodding to whoever he was talking to, he opened your legs and went to grab towels from the closet in the corner of the room. Y/n was panting now, screaming with the pain.
"Cillian I can't hold it!! I need to push! Baby please!" Cillian looked over and saw his baby's head starting to crown between y/n's legs. Feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline, he took charge.
"Okay, push.. come on that's it! Keep going you can do this baby.. push!" You beared down with all your strength, the burning feeling taking your breath away. You could hear the operator on the phone giving Cillian instructions.
"The baby's crowning y/n, don't push... Just pant with me through it.. okay??" He panted with you, one ear on the phone, one eye on his baby, one hand in yours as you squeezed the life out of it. You couldn't hold back a scream as your baby's head finally broke through. A moment's respite, before another contraction hit.
Cillian moved to between your legs quickly, the operator constantly giving instructions. He put the phone on loudspeaker.
"Okay... Y/n look at me. Push! Just a few more and he's here, come on baby..." You looked into his eyes, feeling the strength from them and bore down once again. Cillian was between your legs, listening to the operator as they guided him through delivering your baby. Two more hard pushes and the room was suddenly filled with the sound of your baby's loud cry. You flung your head backwards, completely breathless, as you burst into tears at the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. Within moments, paramedics had arrived, bursting through the open front door downstairs.
Cillian was in shock, in his arms he held his daughter, the most beautiful, perfect little girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He took one of the towels and cleaned her off as best he could, and lifted her onto her mother's chest, tears rolling down his cheeks. Y/n looked down at her baby, still sobbing.
"A girl... Cillian it's a girl!"
"You did it.. you fucking did it y/n, I'm so proud of you... She's perfect..." He kissed your forehead as the paramedics found their way into the room to check you both over.
Giving mum and baby a clean bill of health, they allowed you to remain home with your baby. Even though she was 4 weeks early, everything was completely fine. Once you'd managed to clean off and relax back in bed in the guest room (Cillian promising to clean the main bedroom the next day), your daughter gently suckling at your breast hungrily, you finally took in just what had just happened.
"Can you believe it? Can you believe that just happened Cill?"
"I told you bringing the hospital bag was a good idea, didn't I?" He smirked at you.
"Ashlyn Rose Murphy." You didn't know what made that name come to you but it did.
"Perfect. I love it. And I love you. Both of you.. so, so much.. thank you for bringing me our girl... Thank you.." he kissed your head and took your daughter once she'd finished feeding, holding her close to his chest. "Now you sleep mama. Ashlyn and I are going to finish watching Batman Begins."
You chuckled and lay down in the bed, sleep coming very quickly following that evening's activities.
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missymurphy1985 · 2 years
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The Saviour (Part 9) - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader
Warning - unwanted pregnancy / adoption / kidnapping / labour / childbirth
This got long.... Sorry.... 🤣
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The days blended into each other. Locked in a small bedroom within the manor house you were held captive in, you could only see a small sliver of daylight through a boarded up window. Was it night time, or just a cloudy day? Was that rain?
You judged it by how many bowls of grainy porridge you were fed - you were on ten so far. Ten breakfasts. At least you thought they were breakfasts - they could have been serving you that sludge three times a day for all you knew. Fuck knows how long you'd been in there.
The cramps in your abdomen started before you fell asleep. Nothing too painful for now, just little twinges, and a tightening sensation across your belly with each one. You checked your underwear regularly - still dry. Probably false contractions, Paul had warned you about them a few months back.
"Stay in there a little longer," you stroked your bump carefully, still praying for some kind of miracle, someone finding you and getting you out before your girls arrived. You had no idea if they even were girls.. but you had dreams every night of beautiful, dark haired girls running around a field of daisies, playing hopscotch. You wished you didn't dream of them... You knew they weren't yours to keep.. especially now.
Feeling a strong tightening across your belly, you winced. That was sharp.. standing up from your small bed slowly, you held under your bump and walked to the door. Knocking it, you waited. No answer.
Another knock, harder this time. Still nothing.
You knew there was a guard out there, you heard him earlier, he kept whistling to piss you off. Stupid little tunes that Jack used to play in the brothel while you were being abused by politicians in your chambers.
You heard something - footsteps? Was someone coming? Another wave of pain gripped you and you doubled down onto the floor, letting out a low groan from the intensity of it.
"YN?!"
Alfie?? Was that Alfie??
"I'm in here!!!" You screamed.
"I can't get in, I need the keys!!" Your brother shouted through the door.
"The guard had them!" You yelled.
"Shelby, be a love and find that guard's body will you?"
Shelby?? No.. oh fuck no...
It felt like an age, but was probably only ten minutes or so, before you heard another voice with Alfie's. A voice you prayed you'd never hear again.
"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, peering through the slot in the door, seeing you on all fours on the floor.
"I will be when you get me out of here..." The pains subsided a little, you tried to catch your breath. Involuntarily rocking on your knees, swaying forwards and backwards. Anything to ease the pressure in your pelvis.
The door finally opened, and Alfie moved quickly. Too quickly for you, you held him back with one arm outstretched.
"Wait..." You gasped, feeling another contraction. He looked at you confused, completely oblivious.
"YN...?" Tommy approached slowly, blood on his knuckles, scratches on his face, but nothing but concern etched across his features.
"I can explain," you said, easing back onto your knees slowly. His eyes widened at the sight of you.
"Fucking hell..." He gasped, backing away slowly. His eyes darting between you and your bump, back to Alfie, back to you again.
"When the fuck did that happen?!" Alfie yelled, furiously.
"Can we discuss this another time please?!" You winced, standing slowly. Tommy moved a red-faced Alfie out of the way and wrapped his coat over your shoulders. Guiding you gently, he led you out of the room.
Alfie followed you both down to the car. Fortunately you had some respite from the contractions, Tommy was able to help you into the back seat without any issue.
"How did you find me?" You asked once the car pulled out of the driveway. You could see a line of sheet covered bodies on the tarmac, men in peaked caps surrounding them.
"Grace left a fortnight ago, said she was visiting a sick relative. Something didn't add up, so I had my boys track her down. They found her here with Jack a few days ago, said they saw a young woman with them that matched your description. They neglected to tell me you were pregnant."
"Yeah..."
"Was I ever going to find out?" He was angry. His jawline jutted out, his fists gripping the steering wheel.
"No..."
"I see."
"Tommy I'm sorry okay, I didn't..." You paused, no longer able to speak as a wave of pressure pushed into your pelvis, and with it you felt a pop. No gush of water like you'd read about, but you certainly could feel something leaking from between your legs.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but would someone kindly tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Alfie suddenly reminded you of his presence in the passenger seat.
You gripped the back of his chair tight as you felt a contraction, gritting your teeth. Tommy took your hand and brought it onto his shoulder.
"Gunshot wound a few years back - no feeling in it. I like my leather seats," he joked, and you couldn't help but smile.
"She's pregnant. She's in labour, actually. And unless I've put 2 and 2 together and come up with 7, I'd say that's my baby she's about to give birth to on my back seat if we don't hurry up and get her back to Small Heath," Tommy explained. Alfie looked at him with such anger and contempt, you were seriously concerned whether or not you'd make it back anywhere without him decapitating your driver...
"You fucking what, mate?!"
"Babies..."
Both of them turned around at that.
"What?!" In unison. Like a fucking double act this pair...
"Twins, and my waters have already broken. So unless you want me to push these babies out on your nice, fancy leather seats I suggest you put your fucking foot down!"
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Between the contractions that were getting steadily more frequent and painful, and the cross examination Tommy was getting from your brother, you'd never been so grateful to hear Tommy say you were close to Small Heath. By this point you were kneeling on the floor. The only comfortable position you could find.
"YN, are you okay?" Tommy asked from the driver's seat.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you..." You wheezed between contractions.
He didn't say anything, just stared straight ahead at the road, his mind whirring at 110 miles per hour.
"How far?!" Alfie reached back and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
"Five miles," Tommy answered, flooring the pedals.
You wanted to scream, you wanted to say something but all you could manage was a muffled groan as your body started to take over - the need to push overtaking any rational thought you had in you.
"She ain't got five miles in her Tom," Alfie felt you tense and bear down.
"Fuck... You're driving," Tommy ordered, slamming the brakes on and getting out of the car. He opened the back door and climbed in, one leg either side of you on the floor.
"I can't do this..."
"Yes you can," his hands cupped your cheeks gently and he leaned forwards, resting his forehead against yours.
"We can," he said, eyebrows raised, eyes intense.
You nodded in reply, before another wave of agony swept over you, a deep, low groan coming from your chest as you hunkered down between his legs. His hands ran over the length of your spine, soothing you.
Alfie hit the accelerator and you were back on the move.
Tommy felt your body tense, he felt you bear down, and instinct took over.
"Ah fuck, Alfie, hurry up!"
Tommy lifted you onto the seat, resting you against the door. Seconds later his hands were pulling your underwear down your legs, then hitching your dress up to your waist.
"Alfie, drive to Watery Lane. Find Polly!"
"YN?" Alfie looked at you, fear and concern replacing his earlier anger. You looked back at him and nodded, gripping the door handle next to you.
"What are you doing?" You gasped, taking a breath.
"I was there when my mum give birth to Finn - Dad was off somewhere shagging one of his whores, Arthur was probably out with him. Ada was the only one of us in the house who knew where the doctor lived so it was just me and her until they came back. Finn was born as they came through the door," he explained, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm so sorry, Tommy...." You sobbed, feeling yourself panic.
"Enough. We can talk later. You need to focus on getting our babies out, and nothing else, understood?" His borderline harsh tone snapped you out of your panic and he held your knees apart.
"You need to breathe, YN," he smiled, noticing you bracing, waiting for the next contraction.
"No... No no no no...."
"If you need to push, then push, don't hold it," the hard tone was back, almost like he was giving orders in France, and you bore down as hard as you could - your body taking over. A low moan escaping your lips, his hand clasping yours, hooking it under your knee. He brought your other hand up to hook your other knee up.
"Keep them there, that's it, you're doing good," he grinned as the contraction eased off, a hard exhale leaving your body.
"Keep breathing, deep breaths."
"Am I done yet?"
"I'm not answering that."
"I cannot believe my mate knocked my fucking sister up," Alfie laughed from the front seat, and Tommy took his flat cap off and smacked the back of his head with it.
You suddenly felt the wave again, gripping Tommy's hand tight and pushing for all you were worth.
"I can see a head, keep going! Push, push, push..."
The burn was almost intolerable. Intense pressure and a splitting, burning feeling between your legs.
"That's it, good, good," Tommy was encouraging you through each wave, your fingers almost crushing his under your knee but he barely flinched. It was almost like he'd gone onto autopilot - his only focus was your babies.
"Your body's pushing by itself, let it happen, breathe with me," one hand was between your legs, guiding baby A through, his eyes were on yours, little breaths in unison with you. You felt like you were being ripped apart, but his steady gaze kept you calm.
You barely registered the car stopping, Alfie climbing out, then a short while later the car doors being opened. You heard a woman's voice commanding Tommy out of the car.
"Not now, Pol, just hand me a knife," he pushed her back gently, and she handed him a blade. She climbed into the front seat and hovered over you both, keeping a watchful eye.
"Tommy!!!" You screamed as the burning passed and was replaced by a blinding pressure.
"Chin down, push!" Bearing down, you felt an overwhelming relief as your first baby slid straight into her father's hands. He lifted up the screaming bundle and sliced the cord with the knife, placing her straight onto your chest.
"Oh my god... Oh my god..." You cried, holding the beautiful little girl close, shock surging through you. Instinctively pulling your dress down, you allowed the bundle to feed. Tommy's hand came into view, soothing the little one's cries with a stroke of her cheek, you could hear him choking back a sob at the sight of her.
"Fuck me, she's perfect... She's perfect..." He sobbed, a huge grin on his face.
"Tommy, Alfie said twins?" Polly interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality.
"YN, can you move?" Tommy asked you, wanting to get you indoors. There was already a crowd forming around the car from the commotion caused on Watery Lane.
You shook your head, feeling the waves of contractions kick-starting again. Polly carefully took your daughter from you, wrapping her in her scarf and handing her to Tommy, who carried her out of the car. Polly was suddenly in front of you, a big smile on her face and kind eyes just like Tommy's.
"Let's meet her sibling, shall we?"
The door behind you suddenly opened, and you found yourself propped up against Tommy's chest, his arms under yours, supporting your weight.
"Where is she?"
"Uncle Alfie's taking care of her," he smiled, kissing your cheek. You could see Alfie holding the little bundle in his arms behind Polly, his eyes glassed over with tears as little hands reached for his beard.
"Tommy I can't do it again, please..."
"You can. I'm right here, come on," there wasn't time to think, your body once again defied you and you bore down. Each push came with a scream from the bottom of your chest, deep groans as you gave it all you had left in you. Gripping Tommy's hands, you could see his fingers turning white from the pressure, but he never wavered.
Another scream from you, and all you heard was a baby's cry, followed by Polly announcing the arrival of not a girl, as you expected, but a boy.
He was placed on your chest as his sister was not ten minutes earlier, Polly sliced the cord and got to work delivering the placenta while you and Tommy gazed at your son.
"My god, YN..."
"He has your eyes," you smiled, stroking his face gently.
"She has yours," he chuckled, and called Alfie over. Taking your daughter from him, he placed her carefully next to her brother on your chest, wrapping the scarf over them both as they snuggled together.
An overwhelming feeling of love and contentment swamped you. The need and desire to protect these little people you'd created, wanting to give them everything you never had.
You still weren't sure you'd be able to... If you could do it. Would Tommy really step up and be a father? Or just a benefactor? Or would he just walk away, never to be seen again?
Would Alfie ever forgive him?
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The Heir - Part 3 (Tommy Shelby X fem!reader)
Warning - smut / pregnancy / childbirth
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Six weeks after that first night you noticed your body felt different. Your breasts were sore. You were also ravenously hungry, and not just for food, to Tommy's delight. One minute he'd be poring over paperwork in his office, the next you were in his lap, grinding over his cock and tugging at his hair, quietly moaning his name.
Just as you were now, his seed pumping into you for the third time that day, and it was barely lunchtime.
"Pregnancy suits you," he grinned, tracing a finger over your belly.
"What?"
"You had ham and jam on your sandwich yesterday. You won't let me touch your breasts. You're only happy when I'm inside you, you're fidgety and clingy when I'm not. And forgive me if I'm wrong, but you've slept in our bed over a month and not once have you had your menses. I'm no expert, but I'm sure that's not normal, eh?"
"Oh my god, do you think..."
"Yes I do. I called Polly this morning, she's on her way to confirm it."
You were pregnant. The best news you could possibly have asked for. All of a sudden, all of those weird changes you'd felt made perfect sense. Now, after 4 months of keeping the secret between you, Tommy and Polly, it was time to tell your father, knowing he wouldn't be as happy as the two of you were.
Hearing the car pull up outside Arrow House, you felt more nervous than you ever had before. Tommy took your hands in his and kissed your lips tenderly.
"It'll be fine, Tommy, trust me."
"Ready to do this?"
You nodded, taking a deep breath.
You father walked into the house and shook Tommy's hand before wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. He looked so frail now, his weight had dropped considerably and it broke your heart to see him like this. He was always so strong when you were growing up, and although he had let you down so much, he was still your father. And you were all he had left. For now.
"So you have some news for me?" Your father sat in Tommy's office with the two of you, you were behind Tommy as he sat at his desk with an envelope in his hands.
"We do. Not good news I'm afraid, our contract will need to be... Discussed."
"Mr Shelby, I'm not in the business of negotiation, you should know that."
Your father looked up at you and you stood firm, expressionless.
"Our marriage is over." You stated, deadpan.
Your father spluttered, choking on his tea. His eyes widened, stunned beyond belief.
"You can't do that?"
"Actually, I can. The contract states it is only legally binding upon the signing of our wedding certificate. Unfortunately for you, our certificate was never signed."
"What we signed was a forgery. At no point has your daughter been married to me." Tommy said, leaning forward on his desk and clasping his hands together.
"You deceived me?!"
"No. I fully intend to marry your daughter, just on our terms, not yours."
"We had an agreement!"
"That is only valid in the event of our matrimony. As we are not actually married, the contract is still open to discussion." You stated, clearly.
You could see your father panic, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. A slight anger with Tommy for putting him through this, but you trusted him - surely he knew what he was doing...
"And what are your terms, Mr Shelby?" He looked at Tommy, but his focus was soon drawn back to you.
"They are my terms father, not Tommy's. I am named as sole heir. Not Tommy. Not Charlie. No children we bear. I am named as the sole beneficiary of your entire estate."
"You cannot be serious?"
"Was it not your daughter that kept your business afloat while you served your country? Was it not your daughter that made sure you had a business to come home to? Is it not your daughter looking after the books of Shelby Company Ltd, and doing an excellent job, I must say." Tommy smirked.
"Yes, but..."
"Times are changing. Women have the vote. They are a stronger presence in the world than ever before, and rightly so, wouldn't you agree?" Those famous eyebrows, you could sense them even without seeing his face. You hid your growing belly behind Tommy, that revelation could wait.
"If she isn't married to you, I'll just take her home, right now. I'll find another man who can stick to his agreements."
"And therein lies our second issue." Tommy stood up and pulled you to his side, taking off the shawl around your shoulders, revealing the bump you were hiding underneath it.
"She's pregnant. With my child."
"I am. And here's issue number three. It's a girl, father. A granddaughter. A granddaughter that will mean so little to you, she won't inherit a thing. I could have a son next, who would inherit everything, despite being a third born."
"Third?"
"You intentionally changed the contract following our 'marriage' to exclude Charlie from the deal. Charlie is not my son by blood, but I love him as if he was. Because that is what counts, father. Blood means nothing if you don't have loyalty."
You could see your father battling inside his head. An internal battle of his old fashioned values, and understanding the underlying message of your words.
"So you are not legally married, and yet you still got my daughter pregnant?"
"I didn't touch your daughter for a full month. Barely spoke to her."
"I instigated it. And I was aware we weren't married. I didn't care, because I have grown to love this man that you chose for me, and nothing you can say or do will take me away from him."
Tommy looked at you and smiled. His hand stroked over your belly, before looking back at your father.
"Sign it, and I'll marry your daughter. Make her an honest woman. Or you can take her home and raise a baby without a father. I don't think I need to tell you the effect an unmarried, pregnant daughter will have on your reputation?"
Your father stood up, pacing the room. You knew he was fighting a losing battle. Tommy had him cornered. Completely unarmed, with no other options, he read the documents in front of him. On them, it simply named you as the sole beneficiary, and in bold letters, stated that any contracts predating this one were null and void. No caveats, no loopholes, no chance of negotiation.
His signature on the paper allowed a gasp of air to leave your lungs. He looked to you, and couldn't help but smile. He shook his head, and looked at you. A look you hadn't seen from him in a long time.
"Y/n... I'm proud of you. I've always been proud of you, and I should have told you more often."
"Father, forgive me for this?"
"Nothing to forgive. If your old man hadn't double crossed you, it wouldn't have come to it in the first place. I apologise. To both of you."
"Thank you. Now, if I may? I'd like to ask you for your daughter's hand in marriage, for real, this time?" Tommy asked, holding your hand.
"Happily - I've clearly raised my own match, she's your problem now son."
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You were laying in the bath, Tommy at your side. Your baby rolling around in your heavily pregnant belly. You'd had pains and niggles for 4 days now, your waters had broken the day before. More than a week over your due date, you were more than ready for this pregnancy to be over.
Polly was waiting downstairs, having moved into Arrow House temporarily a month ago in case you went into labour. She'd tried to shoo Tommy away, he point blank refused. He was staying with you until his baby was born.
"Every five minutes now Tommy," you grimaced as a dull ache took over you again. His hand on your stomach, feeling it tighten.
"Do you want to get out?" He asked. You could see the concern in his eyes, masking the sheer panic underneath them.
Nodding your head, he rolled up his sleeves and helped lift you out.
"You're doing so well, you know that?" You smiled as he wrapped a towel around you and led you over to the bed.
"I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be telling you that," he chuckled, easing you onto the pillows. "Why don't you try and get some sleep?"
"Can't sleep. Too excited."
"Excited to give birth? Can't say I share your excitement y/n."
"I'm excited to meet our daughter you fool! Oh god, another one..." You sat up and gripped his hands tight.
"Bit sharper this time eh?"
"Yep. And only three minutes since the last one. Fuck this hurts.."
"I know, I'm sorry... What do you need?"
"Morphine."
"Hilarious."
"Just rub my back, it's killing me." You rolled onto your side and his hand pressed against your lower back, rubbing firm circles over the flesh. You groaned at the relief his hand was giving you, trying to keep your breathing under control like Ada had told you.
Polly and Ada came in to check on you around fifteen minutes later, and Ada smiled proudly at her older brother, still rubbing your lower back and holding your hand. She knew he'd never let you do this alone.
"Every three minutes Pol, they're getting stronger." He said, before she'd even asked.
Polly opened your legs and examined you gently.
"8cm now, Y/n. Not long to go, I promise."
You threw your head back on the pillows, thoroughly fed up now. Tommy pulled you up, and into a standing position, much to your dismay.
"You've done more than you've got left, and you've been so strong. Now dance with me."
"Are you having a laugh?"
"He's right, y/n. Let gravity do it's job."
You rolled your eyes and held onto his neck, his hands either side of your bump, and he swayed with you. His eyes never leaving yours. He turned you around, your back against his chest, his hands now holding your belly from underneath, still swaying side to side.
A stronger contraction suddenly hit you, this time making you cry out. His arms immediately hooked under yours, holding you up as your body fought to fold up on itself.
"I've got you, I've got you, breathe..."
"You fucking breathe!" You gasped as it intensified. He tried to contain his chuckle for fear of you never having sex with him again - something you'd threatened if he even thought about making jokes while you were in labour.
"When you feel pressure, we need you back on the bed y/n," Ada said, grabbing towels and a bowl of warm water out of the bathroom.
For twenty minutes he swayed with you and held you through each agonising contraction, speaking calming gypsy poems in your ear. His body remained as close to yours as possible at all times, the contact soothing him as much as you. A strong pushing feeling inside your pelvis took your breath away.
"On the bed, Tommy, now..."
Easing himself down, he helped you sit between his legs. Your legs on the edge of the bed, gravity clearly being your friend, you needed to be as upright as possible. Ada and Polly set to work between your legs, lifting your nightgown up and checking you over.
"Nearly there now, last little bit. I need you to keep being strong and brave - just like you have been so far. I'm so proud of you, y/n, so fucking proud of you."
"Next contraction, I need you to bear down. Chin to your neck and push as hard as you can, okay?" Ada took charge, Polly held your knees apart.
You nodded, terrified, but Tommy's hands on your belly and his words in your ear giving you strength. You steadied your breathing, waiting for the inevitable, and screaming when it came.
"Chin down, push, come on!" Tommy reminded you, and your body took over. The pain was so intense you couldn't form coherent sounds - just a low groan emitting from you as you felt like your pelvis was being ripped in half.
You moved Tommy's hands and locked your fingers within them instead, needing to steady yourself before the next one.
"She's crowning already - don't push, pant!" Suddenly Tommy's voice in your ear, panting in perfect time with you.
"Little breaths, don't push - just little breaths..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tommy... Make it stop!!"
"It's nearly done y/n, just focus on your breathing, that's all you need to do, focus..."
The burning sensation between your legs was sheer agony.
"Head's out!" Ada cried. You felt between your legs and your daughter's hair graced your fingers. Only a few moments respite though, that pressure feeling was soon back again.
"Big push now, you can do this," Tommy held your hands firmly as you gripped them, bearing down and screaming your way through another strong contraction, when the pain and pressure suddenly ended - an overwhelming empty feeling between your legs. A piercing cry filled the room and you felt Tommy's head fall onto your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from silent tears.
"Oh she's absolutely beautiful y/n," Ada sobbed, cleaning her up as Polly sliced the cord. Wrapping her in a pink blanket, knitted by Linda, she was handed to you as you leaned back, exhausted, against Tommy's chest.
As she fed from you, Tommy's hand lightly touched the top of her head, her fine, dark hair feeling like feathers under his touch.
"You did it, y/n, look what you made..."
"Look what we made, Tommy. We made her." He kissed you, telling you over and over how much he loved you.
"I love you too darling, but I'm trying to feed your daughter and you're crying all over her eyes?" He chuckled, and let you lie back against the pillows once Polly had cleared you okay to move, leaving the room. You wondered where he'd gone, until the door opened and Charlie entered the room, hiding behind his father's legs.
"That's your little sister, Charlie, would you like to meet her?" The young boy nodded nervously, and Tommy picked him up, carrying him over. He lay gently on the bed with you, Charlie on his lap, his face buried in Tommy's chest.
"Charlie, we have a very important job for you." You smiled, stroking his cheek.
"See son, we can't think of a name that's good enough for such a beautiful little lady. Can you help us?"
"You want me to name her?"
"Yes, Charlie, we'd like that very much."
"Can we name her after mummy?" He looked at Tommy, who glanced at you, unsure how you'd react.
"What were you thinking?" You asked Charlie, smiling.
"Ruby Grace?" You looked at Tommy, and saw the tears in his eyes as he kissed his boy's head. You looked down at the sleeping bundle in your arms.
"Welcome to the family, Ruby Grace Shelby."
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The Deal - Part 6 (Tommy Shelby X fem!reader)
Warning - childbirth / angst / character death
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Within seconds of him uttering those words, he was floored with a kick to the gut. Your midwife was doing her best to keep you calm, and convince Moseley that this was dangerous for you and the baby. He directed his attention to you, and spoke to you like he was delivering orders to one of his henchmen. Emotionless. Cold.
"You deliver that baby right here, right now, without any complications. Understood?"
Once again, your voice was written off by a strong contraction, taking your breath away as you gripped onto the bedsheets.
"Mr Moseley I must insist you leave immediately!" Clara cried, quickly moving you to examine you. "This baby is coming right now, and I can't have them under this level of stress! Please, LEAVE!"
"We stay. Mr Shelby can watch his spawn arrive before he takes his last breath."
"No!!" You screamed, a sudden need to push overtaking you as you cried for Clara.
"Stop making such a meal of it, just hurry up will you?" He spat, as one of his men pulled Tommy up to sit in a chair. A gun pointed to his head as he was forced to watch you labour. Your eyes met, his filled with tears, yours with fear. Would this be it? The last time you saw him?
No time to think, your body was taking control. Clara was between your knees, checking you over.
"8cm, y/n, do not push yet, you'll tear. Breathe with me, come on, breathe through them.."
"I can't do this, Tommy?!"
"Yes you can," he choked, spitting blood onto the floor. "You can." He kept his eyes on yours, a slow nod, a raised eyebrow... You knew that look...
And one of Moseley's men gave you that look too... What was going on?
You had no time to think about it, another contraction soaring through you. Gritting your teeth, trying not to bear down, grimacing and screaming through the sheer agony. Clara caught your eye, and kept it. Her eyes burning into yours.
"You're doing so well, so well, focus on me okay? Just me and this baby. There's no one else in the room, understand? Just us three - you, me and the baby."
You nodded, knowing that you needed to stay in control, stay calm... You were losing Tommy, you couldn't lose his baby too....
"I need to push, Clara, please!"
She examined you again, and nodded.
"10cm, go for it y/n! Chin down, push!"
The pain was stifling, the pressure was enormous, and your knuckles were white from gripping the sheets.
"Must you make so much noise y/n?" You barely heard Oswald spit his utter nonsense, pushing it so far back in your mind that it didn't even register. Your world was now your baby, and delivering it safely, you couldn't allow yourself think about anything else. Clara kept you breathing, focussing, concentrating. And at one point she was humming a tune you recognised from somewhere.
Was that a Romani song?
Was she Romani?
Oswald had hired a gypsy to be your midwife?! No...
You heard a thud coming from somewhere but another contraction took you before you could look.
"Push, Y/n!! Push push push push push!!!" You bore down, screaming, and you felt it. The burn... You felt like you were being stretched beyond belief...
"Pant, y/n, don't push, just pant, keep those eyes closed and stay focussed.."
Was that another thud?
A hand in yours, a kiss on your forehead...
Opening your eyes, you gasped.
"Don't think, just focus on getting our baby out, eh?"
"Y/n I need you to start pushing again with the next one, okay? Hard as you can!"
"I can't..."
"You can - you're nearly there! I can see our baby's head, so close now, so close... A few more, right Esme?"
Esme? Who the fuck was Esme?
"Chin down y/n!" Again, no time to think as you pushed, Tommy's hand in yours and another Romani song being hummed in the room, distracting you.
"Come on, give me one more! Push!!!"
A scream, gripping Tommy's hand, his forehead against the side of yours.
"Push baby, come on, push, you've got this, I've got you - push!"
A sudden empty feeling, the relief was indescribable. And the sound of your baby crying set the two of you off, tears streaming down Tommy's cheeks as he kissed yours away.
Clara handed you your baby once she'd cleaned him up, placing the boy on your chest. He was nuzzling into you, as Tommy stroked his cheek.
"He's perfect, y/n, just like his mum.."
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"Would someone like to tell me what's going on?" You asked, once you'd fed your son and he was settled in Tommy's arms on the bed next to you. The room was suddenly empty now - just the three of you and Clara, who'd not long finished clearing you of the afterbirth and dressed your tears down below.
"Thank you Clara," you smiled.
"Her name isn't Clara," Tommy chuckled.
"My name is Esme Shelby."
"Shelby?"
"She was married to John. My younger brother. And just so happens to be quite experienced in the world of birthing children. Delivered my nephew safely a few years back. And Moseley didn't know her. She was the perfect choice to keep an eye on things."
"Where is Moseley?"
"Dead. Those men who had me were Esme's brothers, he just didn't know they were."
"Our families may not always see eye to eye Thomas, but blood is blood. And that baby is blood," Esme nodded.
"Your brothers forgot about that when they kicked the shit out of me," he groaned, rubbing his ribs under where his son lay sleeping.
"You expect less of a Lee boy?" Esme chuckled.
"The will, Thomas..." You interrupted, thinking of your poor mother.
"I've taken care of your father's debt. Your mother's house is paid off. And as soon as you're on your feet? Marry me."
"What?" He pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. You traced your son's face with your fingers, watching the most beautiful of little boys sleep soundly in his father's arms.
"Y/N I love you. I love our son. I promised I'd make you safe. Marry me, I take over the party, redirect it away from his fascist views. Break away from the Germans, I haven't trusted those fuckers since 1914."
"Is he really dead?!" You felt yourself sobbing gently, the relief washing over you.
"He can't breathe with a sliced throat, y/n. He's dead. The Lee boys are in the process of framing the Billy Boys - one less Shelby enemy to worry about."
He'd thought of everything...
And you were safe. You all were. With Moseley gone, his party being redirected to more sensible ideologies, your future as a Shelby... It couldn't have been more of a perfect close to what had been the most difficult chapter of your life.
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The Writer (part 10) Final Chapter - Epilogue
Warning - childbirth
Massive thank you goes out to @heidimoreton for your trust and faith with your idea - couldn't have done this without you 💖
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It had been nearly a full year since that first encounter. Twelve months of pure bliss. Your roommate was married to your brother now, and had a job as Charlie's tutor - Thomas still hadn't allowed him back at the school so Laura had been hired as his home tutor. You'd moved into Arrow House when you discovered there was a mini Shelby on the way.
Flashback
"Y/n, come here..." Polly had been over that morning to help you make plans for Christmas dinner. Your brother and Laura were coming, along with the Shelby family, and you were panicking about the whole thing. You wanted it to be perfect. You entered the kitchen where Polly suddenly grabbed under your left breast, and you instantly pulled away.
"What are you doing?"
"Just stand still will you?"
"Stand still while my boyfriend's aunt gropes me??"
"Yes." You furrowed your brow in confusion but allowed her to continue.
"This isn't awkward at all Polly, wanna tell me what's going on?" Thomas walked in right at that moment, and froze instantly.
"Polly... Polly what are you doing?" He eyed her, but not suspiciously like you did. It was more of a 'knowing' kind of look.
"Well well Thomas.. hardly surprising considering you two can barely keep your hands off each other..." She smirked.
You were totally confused, darting your eyes between them
"Someone wanna enlighten me?"
Tommy looked to the floor, rubbing his eyes, before smiling. A huge grin, followed by a long sigh.
"Remember telling me you didn't have children with Jack because you thought you couldn't have them?" Polly asked and you nodded, still trying to work out what was going on.
"You weren't infertile, y/n." Tommy leaned against the door, his eyes slightly damp as he glanced at your stomach. The penny still hadn't dropped.
"Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?"
Tommy nodded at Polly who left the room, smiling to herself. Tommy pulled you over to him, his hands stroking your arms.
"After Grace died, I vowed never to love again. It felt like I would be cheating on her, disgracing her memory. She didn't need replacing, and I certainly couldn't replace her. When you lost Jack, you felt the same, which is exactly why I think fate brought us together. We discovered there was enough room in our hearts for another love. Now, it seems we need to make room for one more." His right hand took yours, and he placed them both over your stomach gently. The penny dropped, and your mouth hung open in stunned silence.
"I'm... I'm pregnant?"
"You are. Pol?" Polly came back in and threw her arms around you, squealing with delight.
"But I didn't think I could... Jack and I tried for years..."
"You clearly weren't the infertile one, y/n. I'd say you're around six weeks already, you're glowing! That's how I could tell," Polly had tears in her eyes, and you felt your emotions coming to the surface.
"I can just about handle one of you crying, both of you will send me over the edge, knock it off!" Thomas laughed, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve making your eyes water more, a choked sob leaving your chest.
He pulled you close, his chin resting on the top of your head as you sobbed with happiness into his shoulder.
"A baby..." You choked.
"Our baby. And now we know you can have them, don't think we're stopping here either," he winked, making you grin. You'd have a football team of Shelby's if you could.
Present Day
You were both lying in bed having a lazy Sunday morning. Tommy's hand drifting over your baby, still tucked warmly inside you but due to make her appearance in the next two weeks. Occasionally she would kick his hand - the clear bump visible making both of you smile.
"She's going to be famous - Polly told me," you grinned, clasping your hand over his, resting it where she'd kicked.
"She's going to be beautiful. Any thoughts on names?"
"Yes. What do you think of Jacqueline Grace?" You asked, nervously. A mix of the two people who'd brought you both together. He looked down at your belly, moving his body down to kiss it lightly, smiling.
"I love it. It's perfect.. thank you.."
You grimaced slightly as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, you'd had a few over the last few days but put them down to over exertion - you'd refused to rest up like Tommy had ordered, continued the renovation planning of the house.
"You okay?" He asked as you tensed.
"Yes - Ada warned me about this, it's just my body preparing that's all, nothing to worry about." Your hand suddenly tightened on his as another pain gripped you, you sat up and gritted your teeth.
"Shit..." Tommy gasped as a sudden gush of water flooded the sheet underneath you. He looked to you, both of you panicking but smiling through the fear.
"Call Polly - I think your daughter wants to meet us a little earlier than planned!" He kissed you, then shot up and ran down the stairs to the phone in his office.
You stood up, walking round in circles, rubbing your belly as another wave of pain took over. You were doubled up, haunched over a chair when Tommy came back in the room, panting through the pain.
"She's out - Michael's out looking for her... We need to call a doctor -"
"No! I wanted this to be family only Thomas, I don't want doctors fussing or drugs, I can do this without them... Just rub my back, please.." he moved to your side, his hand stroking firmly over your lower back.
"I don't know what to do y/n!"
"You do as I need you to do, then when Polly gets here you can leave if you need to.."
"Not a chance am I letting you go through this alone - I'm staying right here if you'll let me?" You turned to him surprised, but nodded.
"Fuck... Tommy this really hurts..." Another wave of pain. "Take me downstairs, I need water..." He led you slowly down the stairs into the lounge, before fetching you a glass of water. You paced the room, the pressure in your pelvis was excruciating but you tried to remember Ada and Polly's advice as much as possible - breathing slowly, staying calm.
"Thomas where is she?!" You screamed, leaning over the back of the sofa. The contractions were coming quickly and getting more painful. Weren't these things supposed to take hours?? Days even??
"Come lie down, rest - you need to keep your strength up..." He lay you down on the floor, but you quickly realised that wasn't what you wanted. You moved into a kneeling position, your upper body resting against Tommy's chest as he breathed with you through each contraction.
"Tommy, I can feel her pushing down..." You panted. He suddenly took charge - lifting your nightdress up and ripping your panties away from you. Reaching a hand between your legs, he pulled away sharply.
"Then push - she's coming now whether Polly is here or not, I can feel her head - Push!"
You bore down, gripping onto his shoulders for support. The pain was stifling. His hand between your legs, he could feel his baby's head slowly pushing through.
Pulling away from you slightly, he grabbed a cushion from the sofa and placed it between your knees.
One of the maids must have heard the commotion, and she entered the room carrying a bowl of cool water and towels.
"Mr Shelby let me help, I've delivered three sisters..." He nodded, holding your nightdress up by your waist as Clara focussed on the baby.
"Thomas Shelby, you put that cock anywhere near me again and I'll cut it off, you hear me??"
"Shh now you know that's not true.... I've got you, come on... I'll breathe with you, eh?"
"Mrs Shelby you need to pant - do not push until I tell you to, okay?" Clara ordered.
Tommy leaned back, looking directly into your eyes.
"With me... Come on..." You found strength in those blue eyes, as he panted with you. Your eyes watering from the immense pain between your legs. "Stay with me, that's it, I've got you.."
"Heads out, push now Mrs Shelby!"
A scream left you as your body took over.
"How much more Clara?!" Tommy asked, desperate not to see you suffering any more.
"We're nearly there now, one more Mrs Shelby.."
"You hear that? One more and our girl is here. Jacqueline Grace will be here in her Mama's arms, come on baby, you can do this I know you can." You shook your head to protest but again your body defied you.
"Tom... Shit shit shit...." The wave of pain, tied with your exhaustion, was almost too much to bear. You couldn't take anymore, you could see the blood on Tommy's shoulders through his shirt where your nails had dug into him. You rested your head on his chest, focussing on his heart beat as he kissed your head. One scream from you, followed swiftly by a baby's cry from underneath you as you slumped against him, completely exhausted.
A few minutes went by, as Tommy eased you onto the floor between his legs, pulling your nightdress clean off you. You didn't care that Clara saw you completely bare - there wasn't much more she could have seen at that point. Just as you regained your senses, your baby girl was placed on your chest, having been checked and cleaned by your new favourite maid.
"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Shelby, she's perfectly healthy," she smiled, handing her to you. She instinctively searched for your breast, hungrily suckling from you as a wave of pure love took over. You could feel Tommy shuddering slightly underneath you, unashamedly crying as he watched his daughter feed.
"You were so brave.. so strong.. you blew me away y/n, I'm so fucking proud of you..."
Once you'd been cleaned up and moved back upstairs in bed, Polly arrived. She stopped in the doorway in shock, seeing you lying in bed sleepily as your husband swayed back and forth, Jacqueline in his arms dozing.
"Better late than never, eh Pol?" He laughed, handing his daughter to his Aunt. She choked holding the little one close, kissing the top of her head gently.
You tried so hard to stay awake but you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. A small kiss placed on the top of your head sealed the deal.
"Sleep now Mama. You'll need your rest, because I'm putting another one of those in you at the earliest opportunity."
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missymurphy1985 · 3 years
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Nobody's Perfect (part14 - final chapter)
Warnings - childbirth / C section
A/N - thank you all so, so much for following this with me!! I've enjoyed every second of writing it for you all, and your comments and loves have really meant a lot to me 💜💜
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"Morning mama..." Cillian's kiss on your cheek at 6am woke you, although if you were honest you hadn't slept much anyway. You'd been in hospital since your waters broke last night, and this morning a C Section had been planned for you. You'd had mild contractions through the night, that Cillian had helped you through, but they'd eased off in the last few hours allowing you to sleep a little.
"Morning Daddy... Did you get some sleep?"
"Not much, just sat here watching you sleep. You're so beautiful.." his eyes were watering. Again.
"Cill, the baby's not even here and I don't think you've gone more than 10 minutes without welling up!" You laughed as he took your hand in one, and placed his other on your belly.
"I'm gonna miss seeing you like this."
"I'm going to miss it too actually.. plenty of time for more."
"Earliest opportunity I'm putting another one in there, I promise you that." You grinned as he kissed you, just as the anaesthetist walked in to go over the consent forms and procedure with you both.
Lying on the operating table, you couldn't help but laugh as Cillian walked in wearing a surgical gown and green cap. He smirked at you and took his seat at your side as the canvas sheet was drawn up below your breasts. You didn't take your eyes off him once as the surgery began, he was whispering to you all the way through, stroking your hair.
"You're gonna be the best mam.. she's gonna have your eyes.. your smile.." you felt like there was a washing machine in your stomach, it was the oddest feeling - but soon interrupted by a loud baby's cry, sending both of you into sobs as your baby was lifted over the canvas.
"It's a boy!" Cillian was done at that point, head down, shoulders shaking as he squeezed your hand. You watched as they took your son to be cleaned up and weighed, before bringing him back to you wrapped in a blanket and placed into his father's arms. You lost it at that point, seeing him hold his son, stroking his face as they looked into each others eyes and he gripped his finger tight, tears streamed down your cheeks. Cillian kissed his boy's forehead gently, then handed him to you to rest on your chest. The midwife came over and took your phone out of her pocket, capturing the moment on your phone camera as requested by you both.
"Do we have a name?" She asked.
"I was so convinced it was a girl, I hadn't even thought about a boy's name!" He laughed.
"Noah Thomas Cillian Murphy." You said, a sudden burst of inspiration.
"Thomas?" His brow furrowed.
"We wouldn't have met had it not been for Thomas Shelby, it's only right he gets a mention."
"Perfect. Welcome to the world Noah."
Everything had been set up at home 2 days later. Noah was sleeping on your chest after Cillian had fed him, and you were counting down the minutes until your families arrived. You'd invited them on the pretence of a family dinner before your C Section the following morning - the original planned date, you hadn't told them you'd had him early, you wanted one more surprise. The taxi pulled up outside, and you grinned as Cillian made his way to the door. You could hear both sets of parents chattering away in the hall way and you were almost shaking with excitement. Your mum came through first and smiled at you, before dropping her handbag on the floor in complete shock - seeing the bundle on your chest, and burst into tears. Your dad and in-laws followed quickly to see what the fuss was about and Cillian's mum had the same reaction. The Dad's simply stood, mouths open. Noah stirred on your chest at the sudden noises.
One by one, they took your son, everyone in shock but absolutely elated that he was here. Cillian sat next to you on the sofa and wrapped an arm around you as you leaned carefully into him, kissing the top of your head lightly.
"How you doing Mama?"
"Completely and utterly in love Daddy."
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missymurphy1985 · 3 years
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Friends with Added Benefits (Part 10 - final part)
Warning - childbirth
Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen
"Who's fucking idea was this..?!" You seethed as another violent contraction tore through you.
"If I answer that do you promise not to rip my balls off?" You glared at him.
"Cocky little fuckwit.. Jesus...." The pain passed, giving you time to breathe normally again.
"Where do you want to be? Where's comfortable?"
"I don't know..."
"Look at me - your body is gonna tell you exactly what you want okay? Just go with it."
"I really don't know how much more of this I can do!" You cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. He dried them with his thumbs and kissed the top of your head gently.
"You're doing so well.. you really are. Come on, lie down and try and relax?"
"Relax?? I'm about to push a watermelon out of your favourite body part and you want me to relax?!"
The midwife came back in and laughed a little at that, quickly stopping when you gave her a death stare too. Cillian eased you onto your bed so she could examine you, holding your hand and getting you to breathe with him.
"Are you ready to meet your baby y/n?" You glanced at her quickly, you'd never felt more unready for anything in your life...
"Hey, hey, look at me! You can do this! I'm right here with you okay?" You shuffled forward so Cillian could climb in behind you, you'd wanted him to be as close as possible while you delivered. His legs either side of your body as you gripped his hands tight.
"With your next contraction, I'm gonna count to ten and I need you to bear down until I get to ten, okay?"
Cillian whispering in your ear how much he loved you, how strong, beautiful and brave you were.. and suddenly you felt the need to push. Alex counted, and you bore down, teeth gritted, clasping Cillian's hands even tighter.
"Nine... Ten... And stop! Good, that was brilliant.. okay it's going to come again but I need you to pant this time, don't push okay?"
"Baby's crowning, he's nearly here, come on I'll do it with you..." Cillian's voice in your ear was so calming, and as he promised he began to pant alongside you when Alex started to count. You felt like your insides were being ripped apart, you wanted to scream but again his voice soothed you completely.
"Head's out... Nearly there now, few more massive pushes and you're done y/n!!"
Another agonising yet calm 30 minutes of pushing and you felt the pressure disappear, throwing your head back against Cillian's shoulder completely exhausted.
"Why isn't she crying?" Cillian suddenly asked, jolting you upright in a panic.
"Alex?? What's wrong? What's going on??"
"Don't worry, just give me a second..." A desperate few seconds passed, and the room filled with a wail, the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard as your baby was lifted up in the air, both of you sobbing and grinning like Cheshire Cats as you took her onto your chest, soothing her instantly.
"Would you like to cut the cord Dad?" Alex smiled, handing Cillian the scissors. He made the cut and Alex set to work delivering the placenta as the two of you fussed over your baby.
"Told you it was a girl..." You smirked up at him.
"She's so beautiful... My god y/n you're a powerhouse, that was the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed.." he stroked his daughters face and kissed the top of your head, "My girls..."
Settled back at home a few days later, you were on video call with your mum in Spain, showing your daughter off as your mum spent most of the time crying her eyes out. The flights had already been booked for them to come over but not for another 3 weeks - no one expected Lila to make an appearance quite so soon!
The doorbell rang after the call ended, Alison and Nathan entered the room, grinning nervously as he sat down on the chair opposite you. You'd not met him yet, but the resemblance to Cillian was uncanny - same strong jawline, ocean blue eyes, he was his double apart from his hair, slightly lighter due to Alison's blonde locks.
"Would you like to hold your sister, Nate?" Cillian asked, perching on the arm of the chair his son was sat on. He nodded, and Cillian rook Lila from you, placing her gently in Nathan's arms. The young boy was beaming now, absolutely in awe of this tiny little person sleeping soundly. Alison took her phone out to take a photo, sitting next to you on the sofa.
You looked around the room and wanted to cry again - pretty much all you'd done since Lila had been born, you were so happy.
"I'm so sorry about what happened Y/n..." Alison squeezed your hand lightly.
"No, I'm the one who's sorry. Pregnancy hormones got the better of me. Thank you for all the help you gave him, he was amazing when Lila was born."
"He asked for it all - wanted to be fully prepared. My biggest regret is not letting him be in Nathan's life, I shouldn't have done that..."
"Well it's done now. And look at them - you'd never known they'd been apart, thick as thieves already. How's Tom handled it all?"
"He's okay, he had some time to process it. He still wants to see me so I guess that's good?"
"Well in that case I look forward to plenty of the most bizarre double dates I think any of us have ever been on!" You laughed, Alison smiled too.
"Me too. So has it put you off, or are you already thinking about another?"
"First chance I get we're doing this again y/n," Cillian piped up, before you had chance to answer. You wanted to argue with him but you couldn't. You'd have 10 of his babies if you had the chance.
Looking round the room, you couldn't quite believe the events of the last 12 months, but you wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.
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missymurphy1985 · 2 years
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okokok dad!tommy who's wife passed away during childbirth takes an interest towards his child's school teacher and rlly fluffy 😍😍😍
Hey!! I really like this idea, but it feels a bit close to There's Something About Kate... I know that ones about Cillian but the plot would be really similar.
Love the idea though - keep sending them over! X
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