Peaky Blinders Imagines

6- One Drink; Part 2

2 Years Later

My eyes flutter open from my deep sleep, I turn to my other side to see, my now husband Michael laying beside me. 

"Morning, sweet'eart" He said with a groggy smile.

"Mornin'" I said shortly, I'm not much of a morning person, which Michael quickly found out, a week into our relationship.

"I've got a meeting with Tommy, in an hour, and when I'm done, I'm taking my dazzling wife out to dinner." He said while pulling the blanket off his body and standing up from our bed.

"Alright, give me a minute and I'll go down with you." I said, expecting to accompany Michael to the meeting as I usually do.

Michael coughs as if something I said caught him off guard.

"No, no, this isn't a family meeting. Tommy's arranged it for just me and him." 

"Can't I tag along anyways, you know I could have a good insight into whatever it is he wants to talk about." I questioned, now confused at Michaels sudden discomfort.

"No." he said shortly, "Tommy has specifically said just me and him, no one else."

"Right......... must be extremely important business then." I said now slightly confused.

"Must be....." Michael trailed off.

He pulled up his sleeve slightly and raised his arm towards his face to look at his watch.

"I'd better head down." He looked up from his watch and studied my face, noticing I was unhappy being left behind.

"Look I'm sorry I'm leaving you, it's Tommy's orders..." 

"It's alright Michael.... now go on, you'll be late." I said.

"Right, see you in a bit." He leaned over towards me and kissed the top of my head, and then swiftly walked out the door.

Somethings not right. What possible fucking reason is there, that I simply cannot attend the meeting. Is it something to do with my past in the communist party, or maybe my still standing friendship with Jessie Eden ?

I sit around trying to distract myself for 45 minutes. I eat some fresh fruit for breakfast, read a page of a book but that doesn't last long, as my thoughts intrude. I even went for a walk out to the stables and fed the horses some treats.

Nothing seemed to keep my mind at bay.

 Maybe if I....

No, no I can't.

Michael made it very clear I couldn't attend. 

But what if somethings wrong ?

That's it I'm sick of this. I'll take the car to Polly's house where said meeting is and I'll just peak in and make sure everything is dandy and then I'll leave.

Michael will never have to know.

So I strut out to the car and set on my way to Small Heath. Twenty five painful minutes later, and I've arrived. I park a distance away from Polly's house to make sure no one see's me. I step out and stalk slowly towards the front door. I pull my set of keys out of my coat pocket and search for the right key. I quickly find it and quietly open the door.

I step inside and shut the door behind me. The door to the sitting room is slightly ajar. I sneak towards it and I begin to hear multiple voices. Just Tommy and Michael, my arse, I think to myself.

When I'm near enough to distinguish the voices, I hear Polly, Ada, Arthur, John, Tommy and Michael, all chattering amongst each other.

My heart drops.