The walk to the park was lonesome. Peggys tattered boots humphed along the cobblestone paths as the words that had been said earlier that day swirled in her mind. Had she overreacted? Perhaps she did ought to forgive him, she did have to see him every day after all.
Stupid boy. Peggy thought to herself. She just wished that the world would swallow her whole.
She felt... guilty. She knew she shouldn't, she had only spoken her truth this morning, but yet she found herself feling guilty. Her feet dragged across the ground as she entered the only park in Small Heath.
Grey. Small. Dim. Barren, Are the words that one could use to describe the so-called 'park'.
Peggy sat on one of the wooden benches and lifted out a sandwich she had packed. She ate the sandwich as her thoughts ate at her. The reminiscences of the broken glass that had still to be cleaned up, the little words spoken between the two, the essence of guilt hanging in the aur wherever she went. She knew she shouldn't feel any guilt, she had done nothing wrong but the need to apologise weighed heavy on her conscience.
The bread of her sandwich was stale, the butter was unpleasant, yet she finished all of her sandwich. She stared into space for a couple moments longer. Peggy's heart throbbed, telling her she should apologise for being so callous. She stood up suddenly, almost as if she were trying to dismiss her thoughts. She patted down her dress and started walking. She knew she didn't know her way around Small Heath, but she realised the more she sat doing nothing, the more control her guilty feelings had.
She walked out of the path and headed back into the town. She made a mental list of jobs that
needed done: buy bread
buy flowers
go to the butchers
clean up the glass she smashed last night
speak to her husband, whom she had avoided all morning.
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Peggy sat at the dining room table, head in her hands as she waited for Finn. She bought the bread and flowers, been to the butchers and cleaned up the glass, which left her with one task. The one she dreaded the most. She knew it had to be done, and that she couldn't go on much longer in her isolated state.
The front door opened, and closed. "Hello? Peggy?" Finn called out.
"In here," she called back. He took his coat off and sat down at the table. "How was your day?"
Peggy didn't answer him, she was too busy playing with her fingers and deciding what to say. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Finn's eyebrows twisted up. "I was mean, and rude this morning. I shouldn't have shut you out. So, I'm sorry." She sighed, the guilty feeling still remained prominent in her chest. "It's fine, I understand." Was all Finn said. They sat in silence, looking around the room, occasionally at the other, but turning away if they made eye contact.
The silence was broke by the phone ringing. "I'll get it." Finn said, pushing his chair out. All that was to be heard from him was grunts of agreement and 'hm's. "Yes. Ok. Yes." He hung up.
"Who was it?" Peggy asked, standing up and pushing her chair in.
"Arthur. Wondering if we wanted to have the family 'round for tea." He tilted his head to the left, "You visited the butchers today, ay?" Peggy nodded. "Only be feeding the adults, kids are all round at Tommy's."
"Well I hope they eat roast chicken, that's what I'm making," Peggy grabbed her apron and put it around her neck. She pulled her hair out and attempted to tie a bow behind her back. "Would you like some help, love?" Finn chuckled,
"Yes. Please." Peggy let out a breathy laugh.
Finn's toughened hands began to tie a bow in her beige apron. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, it gave her goosebumps. He tightened the bow and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry too." Finn turned her around to face him. "Thank you." She smiled. "Right, away! Theyre going to be here soon and I need to start on the vegetables." Peggy shooed him away with her hands. He held his hands up in surrender and turned on his heels as she pulled out a knife. "Wait." He stopped in his tracks. "You. You can chop the carrots." Peggy waggled a knife at Finn. "If you stop waving the knife at me," he laughed and she playfully rolled her eyes, handing him the knife. "Be quick. They'll be here soon."
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Dinner with the Shebly's was very similar to dinner with the Smiths'. Loud chatter, the smell of freshly cooked food singing around your heart and a sense of love and happiness hanging in the air. "Lovely, lovely food, Peggy." Ada grinned at the small woman, "why thank you." She offered a jokingly smug smile back. "Does eveyone like the carrots?" Finn asked enthusiastically. The table murmured in agreement as Peggy laughed. "I done them! I done the carrots." He smiled proudly around the room. "They're just carrots, mate." John said. "Don't burst my bubble, alright?" Finn sunk down into his seats as the table shared a laugh.
Peggy and Finn stood at the door, saying their goodbyes to the family. Finn closed the door as Peggy read the time, "10:37. I reckon the dishes can wait until tomorrow." Finn made his way behind her, his long arms wrapping around her petite frame. He truly towered over her. She rested her hands on his hands and tilted her head so he could perch his chin on her shoulder. They stayed like that, in silence for a lingering moment, until Peggy giggled. "What? Why are you laughing?" Finn asked, spinning his wife around to look at her mischievous face. "Polly left the really expensive bottle of wine." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and then he raised an eyebrow as the two ran over to pop open wine.
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"Watch yourself! Oh my god, Pegs" Finn laughed as he and his wife stumbled up the stairs. He flung open their bedroom door and Peggy flung herself on the bed. "Help me get my boots off." She pouted. Finn got down on his knees and undone the laces. He yanked off the shoes, and in turned almost pulled Peggy off the bed, which naturally sent the pair into a laughing fit. Once they calmed down, Peggy pulled herself up and sluggishly took off her clothes and pulled a green nighgown over her head.
She climbed into bed, beside Finn. "Are you- Oh my goodness, Finn Shelby! Where are your clothes!" She gasped over dramatically, all while he just laughed and pulled her closer to him. "This is scandalous. Filthy." She laughed. "Shut up and go to sleep." Finn chuckled.
a/n
hello babies
ill be real, i do not think anyone will read this, since its been so long but this still gets interactions so
i do mean it when i say i want to write for this more but i get such bad writers block for long amounts of time, i'm sorry.
but for those who are still reading , thank u <3
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