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"What do you want Isaiah, my wedding is in a week, and my fiancé is going up the fucking wall sorting it out and looking after Charles" Tommy speaks walking into the betting den seeing all his family there but Charlotte. "Don't ask us, we don't know." Arthur says as Tommy takes a seat lighting a cigarette, "I think I do" Ada squeals.

"Right well. I wanted to speak to you all, because well. You know me and your sister have been dating for a while." Isaiah rambles and the Shelby brothers all nod slowly, "I was wondering if I could have your blessing to ask her to marry me." Isaiah speaks quickly, "say that again." Tommy says. "I want to ask for your sisters hand in marriage." Isaiah repeats, watching as the 4 brothers look between themselves then at him.

"Fuck yes" Ada exclaims hugging Isaiah. "That's 1 out of 6." Isaiah mumbles to himself, "sounds amazing" Polly smiles, "2" Isaiah counts looking back to the Shelby brothers gulping.

"If you ever, ever, hurt my sister. I will personally see to it that your head is blown to pieces with a stick of dynamite." Finn threatens and Isaiah nods, placing a 3rd finger up behind his back waiting on the judgement of the older brothers.

"What he said." John speaks. "Come on boys. Be more enthusiastic." Ada encourages. "Shush." Tommy tells her. Standing up Arthur circles Isaiah, "I'm saying yes, but I swear to god, if you do anything, and I mean any little thing. I will hang your head from the top of a spire for the entire town to see." Arthur speaks, and Isaiahs fifth finger goes up. All eyes now on Tommy, who was stroking his chin, his blue eyes piercing into the young man before him, looking like he was about to say something before closing his mouth like a fish.

Pushing himself out of the chair he stands infront of Isaiah, "welcome to the family" Tommy tells him offering his hand which Isaiah shakes letting out a breath of relief.

"Woohoo" Ada cheers. "My sisters getting married." Ada says. "She hasn't said yes." Tommy reminds her. "Stop being a dick." Polly glares, seeing Isaiahs face drop.

"She'll say yes." Ada assures him. "Does she even want to get married?" John questions, "you're making him even more nervous, bless his heart." Polly scolds. "She does." Ada answers, "how would you know?" Arthur asks, "she told me moron." Ada retorts, "she didn't tell us" John says. "Girl talk. And telling you, she might as well have been planning his funeral." Ada tells them, "don't worry, you're fine, you won't need a funeral. Hopefully." Polly speaks. "For goodness sakes they've been in a relationship for over 2 years and haven't even slept together." Ada tells her brothers, "we did not need to know that" Finn complains, "stop acting like sex is a bad thing, besides we hear about your sex lives, what's the difference?" Polly says to the boys. "Great talk. I've got to go." Tommy says, excusing himself from the uncomfortable conversation.

"At least Charlie's husband asked." Finn smirks at Ada, "Tommy hasn't held a gun to Isaiahs head. I think he's a bit safer." Ada replies. "I held a gun to Isaiahs head. He's never safe." Finn says, "I thought that was a toy" Isaiah exclaims, making Arthur and John laugh. "No it was a real gun. Found it on the table." Finn shrugs.

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"Tommy, where've you been?" Grace asks as he walks through the door, "Isaiah wanted to ask us something." Tommy replies coming to sit next to her placing a kiss on her temple then on Charles' head. "What'd he want?" Grace questions curling into Tommy's side, "wants to marry Lottie, asked for our blessing" he tells her.

"Please tell me you said yes. They love each other." "I did. It's just going to be hard, and weird. Very weird." Tommy says. "Probably how she feels about you marrying me" Grace teases, "I reckon she's coming round to the idea." Tommy smirks, "I think she just wants a relationship with her nephew and brother. Doesn't care to much about the mother." Grace replies. "She's changing her mind. She doesn't hate you as much as she used to." Tommy says.

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