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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 13

Well hi *I wave sheepishly from behind the computer screen*

Let me start by saying I am so so sorry that the conclusion of this story took so long - I have barely been writing for a really long time.

But this story and doing it justice has always been in the back of my mind, and I finally got myself to finish it for all of you who have been so loyal and patient.

Here is the final Chapter of You Used To Love Me.

All my love, I hope you enjoy x

Besides the obvious shock at seeing him at such a fucking inopportune time, his presence sends an immediate chill down my spine.

I have to physically close my eyes to try and rid my mind of the thoughts and flashbacks to the other night, when he kissed me. When we kissed each other.

The room collectively falls silent. No one tries to stutter over their words. No one tries to save the moment with some excuse. Just pure silence. All of us processing what has just unfolded. That is until Gina finally speaks.

“Well, I guess the gig is up” she says, almost laughing.

I don’t even look at her. My eyes are just glued to Michael. I watch his face contort into 100 different shades of confusion.

When no one else speaks, when nothing is elaborated, he looks back and forth between all of us, searching desperately for an answer.

“Izzy?” He says my name, his tone just begging me for an answer.

“This isn’t on her…” Gina begins, standing up slowly from the floor and straightening her dress “I’m pregnant, Michael”

And just like that, the bomb is dropped. But that’s not even the worst of it. My heart aches inside my chest, knowing that it’s about to get so much worse for Michael.

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the air in the room grows heavier.

My whole body tenses at I wait to see Michael’s reaction.

He doesn’t know it’s not his yet.

He runs his eyes over her, covering his mouth in shock when he finally notices the small baby bump just beginning to show through her dress.

“Oh my god” he runs a hand through his hair, his hands trembling.

He doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head in disbelief. No excitement. No joy at the thought of having his own child. And that says it all. He isn’t happy. This is not the life he wanted for himself.

Part of me want’s to tell him about Gina’s infidelity. To tell him that he is not having a child. That he is not going to be stuck raising a child with a woman he doesn’t love. But before I can even find the words, his head stops shaking and his brows furrow. Like a lightbulb switched on in his mind. Like something clicked. It’s like I can see him mind doing back flips as he realises that something doesn’t add up.

He looks back up at Gina, who is chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She is also waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Like she said, Michael is smart. It won’t be long before it dawns on him, and I know she does not want that moment to unfold before all of us, here in this room.

“I would like a moment alone with my husband” Gina says quickly, as she looks over at Polly and I. She knows Michael is starting to catch on to what he knows deep down inside. This is not his baby.

I take her queue to leave immediately, reaching for Polly’s hand. “Come on Pol, let’s go make some tea yeah?” I say, locking eyes with her and nodding towards the doorway.

Polly’s catches on, and she takes my hand as we both make our way out of the room. As we exit I quickly glance back over my shoulder to find Michael looking at me gravely, before Gina closes the door behind us.

Polly and I walk downstairs and into the kitchen in complete silence. I start making tea, but Polly touches my arm.

“This is not a time for tea… I’ll get the whisky”

I nod. I’m like a soldier with shell shock. I can barely speak. I can barely move as I lower my body stiffly into a chair at the dining table.

I’m straining with all my might to hear the conversation going on upstairs between Gina and Michael, but it’s eerily quiet.

I know what she is telling him now is being said in hushed voices.

Polly slides a hefty glass of Whiskey in my direction, and tasting the bitter drink is the only thing that brings me out of my frozen trance.

“Michael’s not going to be a father” she says out of the blue, with her face all knowing, as though she has read the room and understands the situation.

“No” I affirm her suspicions, although she already knows without me needing to “No he’s not”

“One day” Polly responds, holding eye contact with me.

I’ve always known Polly has senses. Everyone in the Shelby family knows. Hell, everyone in fucking town knows. She see’s things. Feels them. She know’s Michael will one day be a father. I’m not psychic and even I knew that. He has a way with children. He’s wonderful with them. And in this moment, I know exactly who she thinks he will be having children with. I know what she’s insinuating.

I almost jump straight out of my seat when I few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming down the staircase.

I quickly sink the rest of my whiskey, as Gina and Michael enter the dining room.

“I’m taking Gina to the hospital, I’ll be back later. Tell Tommy we have to reschedule our meeting to another day”

Michael is holding his cap in his hands, gripping it so tight that his knuckles have gone white. But they’re not as white as his face. I can’t tell if he looks like he’s seen a ghost, or if he is the ghost.

Gina looks down at the floor, then up at the ceiling. Basically anywhere but at our faces.

Polly nods, knowing that now is not the time to have words with either of them. I’m actually impressed with how civil she is being towards Gina in this moment. In light of the severity of the situation.

Michael ushers Gina out the front door, and moments later the cars wheels turn on the gravel and make their way out of the street.

Polly and I sit in silence, drinking for a little bit longer, until everything catches up with me. The whiskey, the sleeplessness, the bomb that was just dropped.

Without saying much, Polly and I hug goodbye. She holds on a little longer than usual, and before we depart she gives me a knowing smile.

I know what she’s thinking. I know she can tell something happened between Michael and I.

But I can’t let my brain run off with the possibilities. I don’t know what is going to happen between us.

Even with Gina now possibly out of the picture, there’s a lot that has gone on between Michael and I. I still carry the pain, nursing it in my arms every day since he left for America, and came back with another woman. I don’t know what he could ever say to fix that.

And then there’s the possibility that he stays with her, despite the news. Which might just send me over the edge. Truly into a place of no return.

I wander the streets in the short walk back to my apartment, where I pour myself another drink when I arrive.

I don’t know why, but I sit by the window. Waiting, I guess. Hoping that he might show up. Maybe even part of me is hoping that he doesn’t. But still, I can’t pull myself away.

I have so many errands, so many jobs to do. But I can’t move on. I spend the rest of the day worrying about him. Picturing him at the hospital, sitting by Gina’s bedside. Supporting her on what might be the worst day of this life thus far. I picture his face when he found out she was pregnant. The horror and fear that he was trying to disguise.

He didn’t have the glow of someone who just found out their wife is having a baby.

By the time night falls, and dusk gives way, I have bitten my nails down to the quick without even noticing.

Feeling horrid and heavy with anxiety, I decide to drag my sleep deprived body into the shower. It’s a peaceful moment, and I start to feel like I could finally settle into bed when someone knocks at my door as I’m getting changed into my night gown.

I catch myself in the mirror for a moment, willing myself to be strong, because I already know who it is standing at my door without even having to open it.

As I make my way to my visitor, I run over 100 speeches that I have planned in my head. But once I grab that handle and pull it open, the chatter in my head falls silent.

Michael Grey.

He stands in the door way, a look of relief washing over his face as though he didn’t think I would actually answer him.

Of course I would.

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling deeply, but the words never follow. With this much history between two people, it’s impossible to know where to begin.

He looks like he’s been to hell and back.

“Sorry” he stammers, snapping himself out of his trance “Your door was unlocked, but I didn’t want to just walk in-”

“It’s always been unlocked” I breathe, knowing that I’ve kept a lot of parts of me unlocked, incase there was a moment where Michael Grey decided to wander back in. Just like he has right now.

He nods, understanding what I meant immediately.

“Can I come in?” He begins “I can go if you want, I just…”

He looks so small in this moment. He’s the most timid and sheepish I have ever seen him.

“Of course” I nod, stepping aside to let him in.

We move about my apartment in silence, as we both take a seat at my dining table. When he does, he places his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands.

Without even needing to ask, I pour us both a drink.

“I figured if I need one of these you probably do too”

I looks up at me gratefully as I place the glass in front of him and he takes a swig.

“How is she?” I ask, nervous to actually address the situation at hand. But I know there’s no way around it. We’re not going to talk about the fucking weather.

“They’re uh, they’re going to keep her overnight until she’s got her hydration back”

There’s silence for a moment before he continues, and he looks as if he’s not able to believe what he’s about to say.

“Then she’s going home”

My heart jumps and skips over a few beats, making me feel unsteady as I realise what he just said.

Gina is leaving.

“We’re done” he says, and I suddenly take note of the fact that he’s not wearing his wedding ring.

“Michael I’m sorry-” I begin, but falter when it comes to finishing my sentence.

I am sorry. But the truth is that I’m fucking relieved. Relieved for Michael. Relieved for myself. Relieved that I don’t have to watch him raise a child with someone else right in front of my eyes when it was supposed to be me.

“It’s okay” he nods “Her and I we weren’t… I didn’t love her Izzy”

I knew this whole time. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to scream it at him. I want to ask what possessed him to act that way for so long.

I want to ask him who he loves. I want to ask him if it’s still me.

“It still hurts though” I say instead, trying to keep my wits about me. And that is the truth. He is still in pain.

“Yeah well I had that coming didn’t I” he almost laughs to himself, shaking his head.

He looks up at me, bearing himself. He knows what he did was wrong. And he knows as far as karma goes, he was now getting his.

“I’ve done so many things wrong… Everything got so out of control Iz” I notice his knee is bouncing rapidly beneath the table.

I hold my breath, so much so that I begin to feel light headed and my chest begins to burn.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to” he says once he notices my speechlessness, “I just owe you an explanation. I owe you that much”

I nod, giving him the go ahead. The green light of redemption.

We’re on the edge of the moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for for months.

“You know I don’t even know why you let me in, you’re always so kind, so good. Too fucking good. After everything”

His chest rises and falls beneath his shirt and vest, growing faster with every second as he gets himself more and more worked up over the train wreck of his life.

“You know I can’t get the look on your face out of my head, from the day that you saw me and Gina. The day I came back and told you to leave me alone. It fucking haunts me Izzy. Because I didn’t want it. But when you’re in too deep…” He shakes his head, as his words just keep pouring out frantically “I thought it was the only way… the only way to deal with what I had done. I couldn’t even look at Gina. I couldn’t even touch her. So I thought if I forgot about you, that I could move on”

“Did you?” Are the only words I can utter, as the lump in my throat swells, almost cutting off my voice completely.

“Never. Fucking never”

I had built this moment up in my head for so long.

What I would say to him.

How I would teach him a lesson.

How I would show him what he had done to me.

That he can’t get away with doing that to a person.

I had rehearsed how I would make him get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

Make him explain himself until he was blue in the face.

Until I was satisfied.

I wait for that feeling to come, the rage, but it never does.

Instead, I stay silent as he takes a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes are welling up, threatening to spill over as he continues to explain.

“I lost my way over there. I was losing my fucking mind without you. I got drunk, Gina was forceful. One thing led to another and I woke up next to her one morning. Then I couldn’t get rid of her. I was doing business with her family, and it’s like she saw something she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. That’s when I stopped contact with you… I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. To face what I had done”

The first tear falls onto his freckled cheeks, but he wipes it quickly.

“I was going to cut her off before I came back home, but she threatened that she would cut off the deal between Shelby Limited and her Uncles if I left her. She threatened fucking horrible things to the people I loved Izzy, you have no idea” His voice is panicked as he recalls every last detail, and I can see the flashbacks taking their toll on him.

“Her family and her people, they’re something we’ve never dealt with before…She begged me to let her come with me. I was in way over my fucking head. And so I had to pretend. I didn’t want her to sink her claws into you too. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I didn’t want you involved. So I had to pretend like I fucking hated you when all I wanted was to come crawling home to you”

By now, one tear had led to another, and he was no longer wiping them away. His eyes red, his cheeks drowning.

Unable to keep swallowing the lump in my own throat, I abandon all control over my own emotions, and my own eyes spill over with tears.

“You could have told me” my voice scrapes out of my throat “You could have told me what was happening”

He shakes his head “I wanted to protect you, and I had to break you in order to do that. And I’m so fucking sorry”

The feeling comes again, where I’m certain I should be screaming at him right now. Cursing him for everything he put me through.

But I can’t. After all this time, after everything. I just can’t.

I still love him.

My small, shaking hand glides across the top of the dining table, and lays gently over the top of his.

Of course it did. We’re like magnets, him and I. We’ve never been able to keep away from each other.

My touch has an immediate effect on him, as his breathing begins to calm.

But in an unexpected turn, he holds my hand and brings it up to his lips. His eyes close as he places a kiss on the back of my hand, and then another one on the soft, sensitive skin of my inner wrist.

This is something we used to do all the time, and right now, it’s like he doesn’t realise what he’s doing. Muscle memory takes over.

“You’re fucking stupid Michael Grey” I sniffle “I should hate you. I should fucking hate you”

“Do you?” He asks, still holding onto my hand like it’s his only lifeline.

I stare back at him for a moment, before I feel my head start to shake in response.

“Never”

I feel a pull on my arm, as I realise he’s pulling my closer to him.

And I don’t resist.

Our bodies creep closer, slowly then all at once as we collide. His arms wrap around me fiercely, engulfing me. My arms wrap around his torso, and I make no mistakes about holding him tight.

It’s almost crushing, suffocating, the way we are clinging onto one another.

I can’t breathe, or cry, or laugh. I can’t move. And I don’t want to.

His hand holds the back of my head, and I bury it into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry” he apologises, his voice muffled as his face presses into my skin “I’m so fucking sorry”

I could have stayed like that forever, but he pulls back holding my face in his hands as he looks down at me.

“I love you” he begins, his breath tickling my face “I don’t know if that’s okay with you, but I still love you. Izzy. I never stopped”

I look up at him, our breaths slowing and steadying, until we’re breathing in synchronicity.

“I still love you the same as the day I met you” I shake my head, but I can feel the smallest of smiles begin to creep onto my lips “I love you Michael”

“Yeah?” He asks one more time, as if he doesn’t believe it yet.

“Yes, you fucking idiot” I exhale a laugh, unable to stop the smile now “I love you”

He beams back down at me, his head lowering until his lips meet mine.

He’s slow, this time. Unsure. Gentle. As if this moment might fall away and escape him if he makes one wrong move.

But I can’t hold back any longer.

I kiss him back, pressing my body even harder against his, which I hadn’t thought was possible.

I expect a ravenous kiss to follow, for clothes to start falling off our bodies and to gravitate our way towards my bedroom.

But after he returns a tender kiss, he pulls away.

“Wait” he breathes

“You okay?” I pant, biting down on my lip.

“Can we wait…” he whispers nervously “I don’t want you to think this is all I want. I just want to talk to you. Stay up all night talking like we used to. God I missed you so much”

My chest warms up, as I realise he really means it. That he doesn’t want me to get the wrong impression. That he missed my body, but more than that, he missed me.

“Of course” I coo “I would like that”

He presses his lips to mine one last time, then plants a few soft kisses across my nose and cheeks. Just like he used to.

We lead each other to the bedroom, and flop down next to each other, taking in the days events. And how the hell we ended up here.

It doesn’t take long for the conversation to start, as we turn to face each other.

He caresses my face the whole time, stroking my cheek with his thumb gently.

It’s all so familiar, and right now in our little bubble, it’s like no time has passed between us at all. Like no hearts were ever broken.

We talk for hours, neither of us ever feeling tired for a moment. We laugh, getting carried away and wrapped up in each others. Sometimes we cry. He apologises more times than I can keep count. We hold each other. Sometimes I want to ask him to pinch me, to make sure I’m not still concussed from earlier in the week and imagining all of this. That I’m not going to wake up and realise it wasn’t real. That he won’t be taken away from me again.

We talk about how things used to be.

We talk about the future.

Eventually at some point in the early hours of the morning, once our voices are tired and we can’t keep our eyes open any longer, we fall asleep.

When I wake, I’m alone, but next to me I can see the indent of where Michael had been next to me the night before.

My heart starts to race as I become more aware.

He’s left. He’s gone again.

I’m almost carried away into a full panic attack, when something snaps me out of it. The sound of the radio coming from somewhere in the house.

Wondering if someone is here, or if I just left it on, I wrap myself in a robe and make my way into the heart of my apartment.

And there he is.

Fixing up breakfast, still in his clothes from the night before. Humming along to the radio.

He doesn’t even realise I’m there for a few moments, and I’m glad I have some time to process this all to myself.

I had thought I’d never see this scene again. Maybe in my memories, but never in real life.

Michael, in my kitchen, making us breakfast on a cold morning.

My chest floods with warmth.

I didn’t realise how I felt like I had been holding my breath up until this moment, and how now I can finally exhale.

“Morning” he greets me when I he catches me standing there out of the corner of his eye “Sorry, I just thought I’d make you some breakfast, or at least coffee”

“Thank you” I smile, as I force myself to hurry up and adjust to the moment.

“You still like your eggs the same?”

“Absolutely” I smile, endeared by him asking.

He holds out a hand, and I take it, as he reels me in towards his body.

“If this is too much just tell me” he says softly, checking in with where I’m at right now “Is this okay?”

I can tell he’s still unsure. Unsure of whether I’m going to tell him to leave. To get out. That the mistakes are unforgivable and that we can never get it back.

But the truth, that I can feel in my core, is that what we had never really left.

I run a hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes briefly, taking in the sensation.

“I think so” I nod, and he perks up, his eyes look hopeful and bright again “I thought you had left” I admit, revealing why I looked so startled just now.

“No chance” he shakes his head “I’m here. I’m yours”

And I believe him.

It’s a pivotal moment.

Standing on the edge and letting yourself jump.

I know it will take time. And I know he will work every day to prove it to me.

But I choose to trust him.

In whatever way that means right now.

I am his.

I always have been. And I always will.

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serendipitiashelby · 4 months

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Serendipitia | Thomas Shelby fanfic MOODBOARD

SINOPSE No período do pós-guerra, Noemi Stein retorna à Birmingham, onde retoma seu elo com Ada Shelby, também sua aliada política no perigoso movimento sufragista. Compartilhando um pequeno sobrado pelas apertadas ruelas de Small Heath, passam a planejar a abertura da primeira livraria da região. Entre ideias eufóricas (e necessidade de dinheiro para financiar o imóvel), Ada leva Noemi a uma grande festividade da família Shelby. É ali que Noemi conhece, pelo encanto dos encontros fortuitos e inesperados,

onde, pelo poder da serendipidade, encontraria aquele que

um amor que nunca estaria escrito nos livros da futura livraria. Er

LEIA NO WATTPAD

MOODBOARD

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creativepawsworld · 11 months

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Silence - Chapter 47

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana convinces Tommy to give Michael a shot working for him. Tommy invites a widowed horse trainer to Small Heath without letting Ana know.

Warnings = Sexual Intent implied...Language...Grammar... Implied cheating? Maybe...Pregnancy...

Word Count = 2542

Note - =It’s been a hot minutes hasn’t it... But I am back and writing although a bit rusty so yeah, am slowly getting back in but you all want these two adventures to continue so let’s do that... Let me know what you think!

It has been four days since my parents were admitted to the hospital. I had spent my days between there and home. Tommy had me guarded 24 hours a day if I wasn’t with him – I had two Peaky Blinder boys beside me and not the rookies either but the most trusted.

I found the hospital visits draining, mentally and physically being five months pregnant didn’t help either. It was hard to watch my parents being in this condition. It wasn’t easy.

My mother was constantly being sedated. Every time she woke up, she was screaming so loud she would frighten the other patients in the hospital. And anyone that came close to her was attacked. They were slapped, punched or bitten. So it was decided for the safety of everyone, that she would be sedated. The hoped outcome would be that she healed mentally and physically at the same time. But that didn’t seem like a likely scenario the longer the days went by.

My father, he was terrified the moment he woke up. I was there to witness that. The second his eyes opened he tried to sit up but couldn’t due to the wounds in his stomach and chest. Pushing the tubes off his face the alarms on the machines would go crazy. I remember him looking around, hands clutched together as fists. He was ready to fight, even in his frail state.

I remembered rushing forward taking his hands into mine, telling him he was going to be okay. The look he gave me was one of sheer terror. It sent a chill down my spine. He tried to talk to me but he couldn’t, the damage to his tongue too great.

Today I left the hospital early in the afternoon. The nurses and doctors had decided to take my mother off sedation. I wasn’t so sure but I gave my permission for them to do so when I had left. I had already witnessed my father try and learn how to speak again this morning. It broke my heart watching him try, it was traumatic. It was something I didn’t want to see.

My baby kicked a lot today when I was in the hospital and I took that as a sign to spend some time with Tommy. Since the attack on my parents, we hadn’t spent much time together. I was at the hospital while he was on a manhunt. He was a one-man army trying to rid the world or at least England of all Italians. His ambition scared me. He had already made war with the Sabini gang in London. Something he almost lost his life because of. He had a baby to think about now. We both did. We couldn’t be making stupid decisions, not when it came to the Italian mafia.

Walking to his office, I turned to his men telling them with my eyes I would be fine now but no. They wouldn’t leave until I was literally in Tommy’s care. I felt like a child sometimes but I knew it was for my safety. With a sigh I walked into the office, smiling softly at Lizzie as I passed her desk before allowing myself into his office.

He was sat hunched over his desk, eyes glued to a mountain of paperwork. For a brief second, he looked at me before back to his work, a stressed huff leaving his lips.

“I’m with Tommy now you can leave...” I smiled softly at my two bodyguards.

“Wait outside boys.” Tommy interrupted. He hadn’t looked up from his desk, just waved his men away with the swish of his hand.

I rolled my eyes at his actions, whispering an apology to his men as they walked out of his office. I closed the door behind them and walked over to Tommy’s desk taking the pen out of his hand.

“Hello love, how are you today? How’s our baby doing?” I growled slamming his pen down on his desk. I glared into his eyes as he let out a frustrated sigh at my actions.

“I’m busy Stace.” He sighed closing the file he was looking at and putting it away in his locked drawer. I noticed it had a big red private stamped on it. He was never so secretive with his paperwork before.

“What was that?”

“Nothing you have to worry about.” His emotionless eyes looked at me, looking almost bored.

“Yes of course not it’s Thomas Shelby against the world isn’t it?” I scoffed, standing tall. My bump popped out from under my dress.

I watched Tommy’s eyes glance down to my bump, a small smile pulling on his lips before he looked up and into my eyes. Leaning back on his office chair, he raised his eyebrows, a smug smirk on his face.

“You have my attention now what is it you want?” He asked linking his hands over his chest and opening his thumbs to emphasise his question.

“Good” I grinned walking around the desk, taking his tie into my hands. His hands came up to rest on my bump. The baby feeling their father’s hands on them gave an almighty kick. “Ow.” I inhaled, and Tommy laughed caressing the bump in his hands.

“That’s my boy.”

“You think it’s a boy?” I asked, leaning back against his desk. My hands left his tie to rest on top of his on my bump.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe. It's 50/50” I bit my lip looking down at my ever-expanding stomach. “Maybe I should get Polly to read my tea leaves. She will know.”

“I thought you wanted a surprise” Tommy asked standing to his feet. His hands never left my stomach as he looked down at me.

“I do, no your right I do,” I speak looking up at him with a wide smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, glaring softly at him. He was looking down at me, his eyes staring deeply into mine but his face remain emotionless. He was a hard man to read at the best of times.

Instead of replying, Tommy leaned down capturing my lips in his. The kiss itself was hungry. Possessive almost. His tongue claimed my mouth within seconds, I moaned pushing myself against him as best I could with a five-month pregnant belly in the way.

“Tommy” I gasped against his lips. He pulled away keeping his hands on my stomach as his lips worked their way across my cheek, down my jaw towards my neck.

“Do you know how gorgeous you look with my child inside you?” He asked nipping along the column of my neck, his hands caressing our bump.

I couldn’t respond. My mind was screaming with enjoyment. I moaned softly as he pushed me harder against the edge of his desk. I had no choice but to slip on top of it. His hands left my bump to pull up the bottom of my dress, softly ghosting over my clothed core.

“So wet for me already baby girl.” Tommy grinned pulling at my earlobe between his teeth, my head fell back as he ran the tip of his nose along my neck. It felt completely sensual. He was doing so many things to me, I couldn’t think straight.

“Oh Tommy” I moaned softly resting my hands back on his desk and pushing my hips into his.

Tommy’s hand slipped behind my neck, holding me in place as he ran the tip of his nose up along my voice box, under my chin towards my lips. Pressing another passionate, wet kiss to my lips. His tongue claimed my mouth. His hand held my neck so I couldn’t escape him.

There was a sudden knock on the door and I immediately pushed Tommy away, pushing my dress down over my legs. Standing up I noticed the annoyed look on Tommy’s face as he readjusted himself in his trousers. Within moments, Michael came through the office, holding a peaked cap and newspaper in his hands, looking nervous.

“What can I do for you, Michael?” Tommy asked with a sigh. I smiled softly at the newest member of the Shelby clan as I took a seat on the guest side of Tommy’s office watching the interaction.

“I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” Michael asked looking between the two of us. I could tell Tommy was ready with a response so I quickly jumped in to save his cousin any more second-hand embarrassment.

“Of course not. We were just discussing the baby.” I side-eyed Tommy who smirked at my response. His head nodded slightly, blue hawk-like eyes looking back at Michael, sucking his plump bottom lips between his teeth – his mind elsewhere.

“What is it you need young Michael?” He asked standing behind his desk with his hands behind his back.

“I heard you were looking for an accounts clerk Tommy. I’m good with numbers.”

“The position has been filled, Michael.” Tommy answered quickly.

“Not according to this morning’s paper” Michael answered back making me laugh softly. “I was the top of my class in mathematics in school and I did a night class on accountancy at Worchester College. Mum said you had six different accounts clerks in the past six months.”

I looked between the two, Tommy had turned his back before turning back around leaning against the filling cabinet, his hands still behind his back as he leaned against the metal.

“When respectable men see all the things you do. They leave. But I, I already know what you do.” Michael continued to speak, turning rather confident for a 17-year-old. Completely different from the boy that walked in only moments before. “Mum says you want to be 80% legal within 2 years.”

“Three” Tommy answered.

“I can help,” Michael replied. “I know both sides and you know you can trust me. I want to help you, Tommy. Become legal for your family.” He looked at me, glancing down at my bump.

I bit my lip looking over at Tommy, I liked what Michael had to say. I liked it a lot, I just hoped Tommy felt the same. I could see the cogs working in his head as he thought about what Michael had to say.

“Do the right thing.” Michael pushed. “I want to be proud of this family.” I couldn’t help but smile at that part. The family was everything to the Shelby’s anyone could see that, all you had to do was spend a bit of time with them and it became glaringly obvious.

“Does Polly know you’re here Michael?” Tommy asked, taking his eyes off Michael and looking at me. I tilted my head to the side, slowly shaking it. We both already knew the answer to that.

“I’m 18 on Friday I go where I please,” Michael responded and I sighed softly, knowing Tommy wouldn’t involve him without Polly’s saying so.

“If he is solely involved in the legal side of business Tommy what’s the problem? It’s a job. Give him a chance.” I spoke up sitting on the edge of the seat. “He is family, he wants and needs this job. Give him a chance to prove himself.”

I watched as Tommy inhaled deeply, pushing himself off the filing cabinet and towards his desk once again. Looking down at the newspaper Michael had brought with him, the job circled in red ink – he thought about what was said. Lifting the phone sitting on the right-hand side of his desk, he dropped it in front of Michael.

“You call your mother, good luck,” Tommy stated walking around the edge of his desk and towards his drinks caddy.

I looked at Michael smiling softly before patting his arm. This was his chance.

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A few days later I was tidying up my home after breakfast when a loud knock on the door frightened me until I heard the voice of Esme on the other side. I opened the door immediately letting her inside with a smile until I saw her face.

“Esme, what is it?” I asked instantly panicked something had happened to Tommy.

“It’s Tommy, he is… he is showing that horse trainer around.” Esme wheezed trying to catch her breath. I was confused by her confession.

“Well, he is just being chivalrous I’m sure it means nothing. The man’s probably never been to a place like this before.” I brushed off her concerns. Most people avoided the streets of Small Heath if they could.

“It’s not a man Ana. It’s a young, rich widow from London and from what our John was saying. She wants Tommy.” Esme told me. Her eyes showed nothing but worry and concern for me.

Her words began to embed themselves in my head. Why would Tommy tell me it was a male horse trainer? Why would he lie? Why would he need to show them around a dump like Small Heath? Why did she get the courtesy no one else did?

“Where is he?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest at the thought of catching him with another woman. “Esme, where is he?” I repeated, putting my coat around my shoulders and grabbing my bag.

“I don’t know” Esme shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. “They left the betting shop and I instantly came here to tell you. I knew he wouldn’t be honest with you. Fucking men think they can treat us like objects and we wouldn’t care.”

I listen to her rant as I walked down the stairs, the two Peaky Blinder bodyguards waiting for me as soon as I left.

“Have either of you seen Tommy?”

“Yeah saw him enter The Garrison, ten, fifteen minutes ago.” Harry nodded lighting up a cigarette. “Are you not going to the hospital this morning miss?”

“Not yet” I shook my head, walking towards the Garrison.

I pushed open the door, Esme right behind me – a scowl on her face as the two figures came into view.

“Would you like to fuck me, Mrs Carleton?” Tommy asked just as I walked through the door and the hit of betrayal slapped me up the face. I remained silent as I stood by the door, waiting for her answer.

I wasn’t sure if they noticed we had entered the bar or not but I was hurt and angry. A tear fell down my cheek, Esme stood glaring, I could tell she was biting her tongue, giving the woman a chance to speak.

“No, I am here for the horse Mr Shelby nothing more.” The dark-haired, posh woman sipped on the drink Tommy had made her, grimacing at the taste.

“Good cause that’s my woman there…” Tommy pointed at me, his head finally looking in my direction. “And that’s my child in her stomach. So anything other than the horse is off the table.”

My eyes flicked between the woman and Tommy, my head tilting to the side like I was trying to work him out. Esme’s hand touched my shoulder for comfort as I tried to figure out whether that was the truth leaving Tommy’s mouth or just for the benefit of me standing there. Either way, I wasn’t happy.

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My fan work. Thomas Michael Shelby

author: Leizy Zet

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prettygreenpills · 7 months

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Day 11: knife play could you do that with Polly Gray please 🙏🏻

Here it is anon!

KINKTOBER day 11 | knife play - Polly Gray

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warnings: smut, knife!, knife!play, dom!polly, sub!reader, gxg smut, etc.

“Oh-“ you moaned out, scared. The worried could be heard from your voice when Polly took your shirt and she cut it in half, just to prove you how sharp her knife was.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like it,” Polly mumbled against you and when your clothes were cut in half, she pushed you onto the bed, where you fell. You climbed up to the head of the bed and Polly smirked at you and crawled up following you. “Lay back.”

“Y-yes,” you just whispered and you laid onto the bed, leaving your legs bent in your knees. Polly was kneeling on front of you and she pulled your legs open, crawling between them to reach your upper body.

Looking up at her, chills ran through your body when you saw her huge kitchen knife. She ripped your underwear off too and you just gulped.

“Now how do we feel about this friend of mine?” Polly asked and nodded against the knife. You looked at it scared and you took a deeper breath.

“I-“

“You won’t die darling. Now relax,” Polly chuckled and she softly slid the edge of her knife on your soft skin.

“Oh god-“ you said from fear and then… pain filled your whole body. “Pol!”

“Shh darling,” she shushed you and you clenched your teeth. She was obviously enjoying herself. Her free hand traveled between your thighs and you gasped when she started rubbing your clit.

“Uh-“ you moaned softly when she pressed her fingers a little more against your bud and the knife slid over your clavicle. She cut open your skin there too and you swallowed when you felt the pleasurable pain run through your body.

“I see we like this. Look how smoothly is my knife cutting your skin darling,” Polly smiled at her own thought and you just swallowed because she slid her fingers to your opening.

“Please-“

“You want my fingers? Hm?”

“Yes please,” you said again to make sure the woman got what you wanted and then Polly withdrew her hand. She placed it in front of your face and you got what she wanted. You to take off her rings.

You looked her into her face and you took her pointing finger into your mouth. You made the surrounding of her ring wet with your tongue and then you sucked it off. And like this, you continued with all of Polly’s fingers while giving her the rings back.

“Good girl,” Polly praised you and she smiled at you warmly. A second later, she pressed the knife to your neck and you gasped. “Now one bad move and your throat will be cut open.”

“Yes,” you said only and as you felt her fingers massage your clit again, you whined. Your breathing became a little faster as she was stimulating your clit and you were swallowing bigger and bigger saliva just to get through the feeling. Polly didn’t even realize and she was using her strength on her wrong hand, pushing the knife into your throat. “P-Pol-“

“What is it?”

“T-The knife-“ you choked out. When Polly seemed to realize what she was doing, she loosened her hand and backed away from your throat a little, so you could take a proper breath. “Thanks-“ you moaned louder than before and Polly seemed to find another sort of fun for herself. Your thighs.

As her fingers slid inside of you, the knife cut your thighs. You wanted to buck your hips but the woman didn’t allow you to do so. She just smirked and you knew that she was smirking immediately. You knew the woman too well.

“Oh my- Pol-“

“Hush now. I already took my knife away and found a different spot to mark you. What else do you want?” She was angry. Oh she was so angry. Knowing that there was no space for you to answer her because she didn’t want you to answer her, you bit onto your tongue so nothing would slip out of your mouth. “As I thought.”

Polly pulled your thighs more apart. She was making room for herself and for her own needs. The need to fuck you. Her hand however didn’t stop at all and she was still playing with your body like she liked to.

When she cut your thighs again, you hissed louder. As an answer, Polly’s fingers got faster than before and she was rougher too.

“Taking me this well? Hm?” She asked more from herself than from you and all you needed was a mean Polly. You felt yourself clench around her fingers at first and then you clenched again. “Oh?”

“S-sorry-“

Polly slid another finger inside of you, cutting your inner thigh at the same time. The pleasure mixed with pain and you didn’t know if you should’ve hissed or moaned. You didn’t even know how and a moan found its way out of your mouth and Polly… kept finger-fucking you.

“Oh my- the stretch-“

“So good right? Take my fingers, will you?” Polly cut you off and at the same time she seemed like… she became soft with you?

“Yes- yes-“ you moaned out few times in a row to make sure the woman heard you. Polly curled her fingers inside of you and with that movement of hers- oh god she hit your spot. “O-oh!”

Your sweat was already dripping onto the bed. The situation this woman put you in was something you wouldn’t be expecting in your worst dreams, but yet, it felt so damn good.

The bedsheets were sticked on your body. Your skin was telling Poll that you were rather excited or cold, just like your stone-hard nipples. The woman didn’t look like she was getting the hints you were trying to give her, and you couldn’t do anything more on your own.

“Fuck Pol-“ you moaned, “you’re getting me closer-“

“Good. Get off for me.” And with that, she was making you feel, see and also hear heaven. With her fingers. With your eyes closed shut and the imagination of her in front of you in your head. And the blood pumping in your ears. “Come on darling, show me what a whore for me you are.”

And with that sentence, Polly showed the knife against your throat again.

“Fuck- close- so close-“ you whined in high pitched tone for her. You couldn’t hear anything else from the blood. Your muscles clenched in your toes, whole legs and belly. Feeling how the knot in your stomach got the tightest it could, Polly’s fingers brushed your g-spot. And that was the moment when your whole world fell apart. “Holy mother of-!”

You didn’t know what happened next. The beeping in your ears was so loud. Your body clenched and then you fell onto the bed.

“You okay?” Polly asked when you realized that you woke up and you nodded your head as an answer for her.

“Yeah I am,” you said only and Polly brushed your hair out of your face. You leant into her hand and smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“No, Thank you sweet angel,” Pol corrected you and at that second she had you blushing. You both just smiled and kept resting on the bed, ready for the next step - the shower.

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Portrait study 🔎 . . . Robbin Arts -ロビン - 2022

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captivatedbycillianmurphy · 4 months

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How is he so beautiful?

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Ghosties in the Shelby.

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Here's a Tommy bar fight story for ya'll.

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Finn Shelby - 14.3.23

Bernadette, or ‘Bernie’, Frances was a weasel.

A well known pickpocket on the streets of London, causing chaos wherever her and her friends went. Contrary to popular belief, Bernie did actually have friends. People were shocked by this because Bernie was a sarcastic little shit, and the only way people could be around her, was if they were the same. And her friends were, but Bernie was always the worst out of them all.

Her friend group consisted of her best mate, Cyrus Roman, a lanky blonde who Bernie had known since she was 4, he was thick as pig shit, but the group loved him nonetheless. Next up was Oliver Pierce, the youngest of the group, who was shorter than the rest but persisted about the fact that one day he would be taller than all of them combined, he had chaotic dark brown hair that was all over the place and had never once been styled or brushed. Pointed teeth and pale skin that made him look like a vampire. Then there was the muscle of the group, Callum Young, he was a ladies man for sure,definitely a sight for sore eyes. When the gang went on a night out, there was a 99% chance that he would go home with a woman, one who he would not know the name of until the gang told him, them knowing more about her than he did. He was like a brother to Bernie, they all were, so don’t get the feeling that this is going to be some weird love story between them, cause it won’t be. Don't get me wrong there will be love, just not between them, Bernie's love could only be seen for one man,

Finnigan Shelby.

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Silence - Chapter 43

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Ana has a craving but doesn’t want to ruin their evening and keeps quiet about it. But Tommy always finds out.

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Fluffs, Alcohol, Smoking.

Word Count = 2424

Note = This chapter is based on an anonymous suggestion about Ana craving fish and chips and Tommy going to get it despite being annoyed. So whoever you are...I hope you enjoy it. Happy Friday.

It had been a few days since that evening in the betting shop. Both John and Arthur couldn't believe that my parents agreed to 'sell' me to settle a debt. That was the thing about the Shelby family, they were quite progressive when it came to women and the idea of selling someone off against their will disgusted them.

As the news fell, I could see the turmoil behind Arthur's eyes – instantly blaming himself once again.

I hadn't heard from either brother since Tommy had sent them off on a stakeout to make sure that the voice I heard matched up to the face they were able to see. The only issue was that had to enter enemy territory, therefore they would have to move without getting caught otherwise – war.

It was late in the evening when Tommy returned home, a stoic look on his face as he whipped the peaked cap from his head, hanging it on the hook along with his coat. He nodded his head in my direction as he passed, opening the cupboard to pull out his glass and pouring a hefty measure of the brown liquid.

"Long day?" I asked, circling the rim of my tea cup with my finger. I could feel the tension in him the minute he walked through the door.

"It was." He responded flatly, looking ahead towards the bedroom, the gears in his head still churning, never stopping.

"Do you want something to eat?" I asked, standing to my feet, taking the now empty cup with me, and moving next to him, his woody yet smoky scent filling my nose as I placed the cup into the sink.

"No, I'm alright. Have you eaten?" He asked, eyes flickering over to me.

"Not yet." I shook my head, reaching out to take the glass from his hand, placing it on the table, and stepping into his space, resting my hands on his chest, simply enjoying his closeness.

"Why?"

"Why haven't you?" I challenged back, pushing my hands up until they lay on his shoulders. Glancing down to watch my hands I noticed a red stain on the collar of his shirt.

Furrowing, I took the fabric into my hand, rubbing it between my fingers. Not moving. Swallowing back, my eyes slowly made their way back up to his eyes. They were watching me intently, a coldness in them sent a shiver down my spine.

I felt my breathing stop as the realisation hit me.

Nodding, I cleared my throat, offering Tommy a small smile before stepping away from him, putting my arms around myself as I thought about what he has done. It had to be done. He was protecting me, at least that was what I would tell myself.

Walking towards the sofa, I sat down, taking the paper in my hands reading over the headlines to distract myself from the truth.

"I did it for you."

"Can you take off the shirt? I can try and get the stain out but it may be a lost cause at this point." I answered, glancing over toward him. "I'll be going shopping with Esme in the morning so I will pick up a new shirt."

"Did you make it hurt?" I asked, closing my eyes at the tingling feeling rushing through my body due to his loving touches.

Unsure of what to say, Tommy simply nodded. His nimble fingers worked the buttons of his waistcoat removing it along with his jacket with a sigh.

Moving to walk past me, he placed a soft kiss on the top of my head, a hand resting on my shoulder.

"To an extent." He replied, pulling away to unbutton the white shirt.

Turning around to face him, I kneeled on the sofa, reaching a hand out to pull him closer to me, undoing a few buttons myself. "Will they know it was you?"

"No." His answer was short, quick. "Arthur and John are dealing with the body. It will look like a mugging gone wrong."

"Okay" I nodded, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "Probably best we burn this shirt, limit any suspicion."

"Agreed" Tommy nodded, pulling the white fabric from his shoulders revealing his long sleeve undershirt.

Throwing the shirt on the back of the sofa, he walked around the sofa towards the fireplace, nudging the dulling embers with the poker before throwing on more coal and bringing it to light once more.

Standing to his feet he patted down the remains of the coal on his trousers, reaching a hand out for me to pass him the shirt. Taking the material in my hands our fingers grazed as I passed it along, watching the entire thing burn once Tommy tossed it on the burning fire.

"You need to eat Stace," Tommy spoke, bringing my attention away from the fire. He stood before me, hands resting on his hips, eyes looking down at my sitting position.

"I know but I don't want to cook." I sighed, playing with the material of my dress.

"Then let's go out for dinner eh? You deserve it"

******

Looking over the menu, I couldn't help but sigh nothing was grabbing my attention. My mind continuously went back to the local fish and chip shop a few streets back, the smell had my mouth watering and my stomach grumbling. But Tommy wanted to treat me, so I kept my mouth shut.

"What are you thinking?" Tommy asked next to me.

The waiter instantly recognised Tommy when we walked through the door. He had sat us towards the back of the restaurant, in a booth far away from anyone else, giving us privacy.

There were plenty of opinions on the menu, chicken, beef, fish you name it, they had it. But it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted dirty and greasy food tonight.

"Uhm, I don't know." I forced out a smile. Nights like this were rare, I didn't want to ruin the moment between Tommy and me. I was determined to enjoy it.

"What about you?" I asked, glancing over at him. He wasn't even looking at the menu he was rolling an unlit cigarette along his lips – his eyes taking in the environment around him.

"A smoke and a whiskey will do me love."

"Tommy that isn't much of a meal" I huffed out a breath of annoyance but there was no point in arguing with him when he was like this.

The waiter returned with a smile, asking if we were ready to order, to which Tommy looked over at me expectantly. "Do you need a few more moments Ma'am?"

"Oh um no, no I…" I stumble over my words before something fell from my lips. "Chicken, yeah the ah spring chicken please."

"And for you Sir?"

"More whiskey." Tommy titled his quickly emptying glass towards the waiter who simply nodded, writing it down on his little pad before disappearing. "What going on in that pretty little head?"

"Nothing." I smiled, sneaking a peak at him while my fingers rubbed the hemlines of the cotton napkins. "This place is nice."

"Do you like it?" Tommy asked, nodding thanks to the waiter once he returned with a large glass of whiskey. "Honestly?" A smile grew on the sides of his lips, it was like he could read me like the chapters of his favourite book.

"It is definitely a date night place to be." I nodded, returning the smile.

Leaning over to him I waited until he exhaled the smoke from his mouth before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, staying there a little longer before pulling away completely.

“Thank you”

"You are welcome." Tommy nodded, puffing heavily on the cigarette. "But you don't have to thank me."

"I want to, I know how busy you are Tommy and it's little moments like this that make me smile."

"Is that right eh?" He smirked, noticing the redness of my cheeks. I wasn't embarrassed admitting my feelings to Tommy, quite the opposite. I rather loved him knowing how he made me feel. It got me all hot and bothered inside.

"You know I love you right."

"You remind me every morning and night."

"Does that bother you?"

"Don't ever stop," Tommy confirmed, leaning across and pressing his lips tightly against mine. His hand rested on the back of my head, deepening the kiss when the young waiter returned with my dinner, forcing us apart.

"Thank you"

"Anything else please don't be afraid to let me know."

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"Don't you like it?" Tommy asked noticing how I was moving the food from one side of the plate to the other.

"No, it is. It's lovely" I nodded not a word of a lie. It was rather nice, beautiful in fact but it wasn't hitting the spot. It wasn't what the baby wanted. "Would you like a taste?"

"How long have we known each other Anastasia?" Tommy huffed out ignoring what I had asked as his hand reached up to wave at the waiter.

"Almost three years?" I answered, the question catching me off guard.

"Exactly" Tommy nodded at me, the waiter returning to the table with a nervous smile on his face. "We will be taking the chicken home."

Tommy had told the young waiter, who seemed speechless before him. With a quick nod of his head, he lifted my plate scurrying off towards the back to fulfill the request.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, afraid that I had upset him in some way. My brain worked overtime thinking of how I could have possibly done it within such a short space of time.

"Because." Tommy sighed, finishing the last of his whiskey before standing to his feet, and fixing the collar of his suit jacket around his neck. "You're not enjoying it."

"I'm sorry" I whimpered, feeling overcome with emotion.

Tommy's movements stopped as he looked over at me, tears in my eyes, my bottom lip quivering. Glancing over his shoulder he checked to see if something had caught my eye to upset me, not quite understanding where this show of emotion had come from.

"Why are you crying eh?" He asked softly, sliding back into the booth next to me, his soft hand came up to caress my face. Leaning into his touch, I tried in vain to stop the tears from falling from my eyes.

"You took me here so we could have a special night together and I ruined it."

"Jesus Stace, you didn't ruin anything." Tommy exhaled, the candlelight on the table catching the blue of his eyes. "but I know you, you weren't having a good time."

"Like you were?" I scoffed, reaching up and pushing aside a stray tear. "I don't know what's wrong with me Tom. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for yeah?" Tommy rested his forehead against mine briefly before the sounds of footsteps pulled him away.

"Your food Mr. Shelby." The young waiter had returned, placing the chicken on the table, wrapped and ready to go. Tommy nodded his thanks, reaching into his trousers pocket and pulling out some notes, handing them over to the boy before waving him away.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Walking through the cold streets that were Birmingham, I wrapped the coat tighter around myself as Tommy guided me home, a gentle hand around my back as we moved around the late-night crowd.

I had to suppress an unsatisfied moan as we passed the fish and chip shop once more, my stomach almost growled at the smell. It was obvious what the baby had wanted. I had told myself that when Tommy returned to work later tonight, I would satisfy these cravings.

Returning home, I put my coat on the hook, giving Tommy a soft smile as I hoovered around him by the exit, waiting for him to tell me he was going to the betting shop.

"What's that look for?" He asked, removing the cap from his head, and holding it in his hands for a moment before shoving it into his coat pocket.

"Nothing." I shook my head, squinting at him.

"You sure?" Tommy chuckled, shrugging the coat from his shoulders.

"Are you not going to the betting shop tonight?"

"No, I told you Arthur and John are settling what needs to be done. I'm spending the evening with you."

"Oh"

"Oh?" Tommy repeated, placing his hands on my hips. "What? You want rid of me? You playing around Miss Adler?"

"No, God no Tommy I would never."

"Good"

"It's just I thought you would return to work like you always do," I answered carefully, using the softest tone I could muster. Tommy just stared through me, eyes squinting as if he could read my thoughts.

"What's going on?" Tommy asked, already growing bored of the back and forth between us.

"It's nothing" I tried to play off but he wasn't having it. His hands on my hips squeezed tighter, the expression on his face turning emotionless as he waited. "Well, I was going to go out and get something."

"What?"

"Doesn't ma-"

"Anastasia I swear to God I am not…"

"I was going to that fish and chips place on Queen's road. The baby wants it real bad."

"The baby wants it?" Tommy asked, a smile pulling at his lips at the mention of his growing child.

"Yeah, we smelled it on the way to the restaurant. It smelled so good Tommy."

"If that was what you wanted why didn't you say something before eh?" Tommy asked with a deep sigh, his index finger and thumb coming up to pinch his nose, eyes closed in frustration.

"Because I didn't want to ruin your evening."

"It was your evening Stace." Tommy pointed out, throwing his hand from his face, reaching over to grab his jacket from the kitchen chair, throwing it around his shoulders, ready to brave the evening once more.

"I should have said something, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should have but don't be sorry." Tommy pointed his finger at me after he put his peaked cap over his head. "I'll be back soon." He nodded, pressing his lips against mine before disappearing out the door.

I couldn't stop the smile growing on my face at the thought of Birmingham's most feared gangster disappearing into the night to get me and our baby the food we had been craving all night. It was the little things that proved just how much Tommy loved me.

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