The Angel of Small Heath

1914

A- 16 yr old       Thomas(24 yr old)

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It was the month of August and time was steadily ticking away. Before they knew it Aurora would be returning home for her 6th year of school was about to begin.

 Having spent every spare second together Tommy and Aurora were going to experience separation anxiety. But that was the least of their worries, as they lay in bed later than usual after a night full of activities. 

"What am I going to do when you're away? huh?" Tommy mumbled against her skin.

"Well let me just say this, if I hear you have found a whore you won't have anything to worry about, I'll kill you" she sassily retorted, no humor in her voice.

"As if anyone would compare to you, you have ruined me for any other woman rest assured mon amour" he chuckled rolling on top of her. Pressing some of his weight down on her, he kept her captured beneath him. "You" kiss "Are" kiss "the" kiss "one" kiss "for" kiss "me" he exclaimed breathlessly looking at her now swollen plump lips. 

"Good! you should get my name on your skin" she joked, tracing his chest tattoo gently. "Mmh and our children's names as well" he smoothly agreed. Pulling up Aurora studied his face to see if he was joking. 

"Well of course Tommy, how many kids do you want?" she smiled gently, happy to see him thinking of their future.

"As many as you'll give me" Tommy smirked, sending a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. God! Je t'aime!" she gushed, slamming her lips to his in a feverish kiss.

Heavy knocking rattled their bedroom door, "Oi! You need to come downstairs" Arthur gruffed out. 

Sighing in annoyance, Tommy threw a boot to the door as his form of acknowledgment. Grunting in displeasure he stood up baring everything to his wife. "Look at me like that we won't be leaving this room for a while" Tommy warned. 

Bursting into fits of giggles, Aurora stood up to get dressed. "We can do that later I'm sure Tom" she smirked releasing some of her Veela charm, not helping his situation at all.

They didn't make it down until much later, only stopping when Arthur threatened to break the door down.

*

"Honestly! I don't know how you're not up the duff yet" John complained, he was growing tired of the squeaking of the bed.

"Shut up John!" Tommy ordered sternly, Aurora would not be in the presence of such crude comments.

"Right, I'm down now, what so important?!" 

Sighing tiredly Polly threw three letters onto the kitchen table. "These came this morning" her voice heavy with emotion. Noticing Tommy tensing Aurora pushed forward to see, "Quel? What is it, Tommy?"

"We've been drafted for the war, we don't have a choice" Tommy spoke out, his eyes falling onto his wife. The color draining from her complexion. "Y-your going to war" she mumbled, English escaping her as her mind shut down. Even at her young age, Aurora knew the danger of this, she could lose him.

"When? When do you leave?" Polly asked, trying to keep her tears at bay. "There giving us two days, two days" John mumbled, thinking of having to leave his girlfriend, the mother of his unborn child. 

"You'll look after my Martha won't you? And my child?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Of course John! She'll have us" Pol reassured.

 John smiled in relief, optimistic that the war would only last a couple of months. He would be home in time for Christmas.