"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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Imogen was tired as she finished with her last customer, it wasn't the best of days, some of the men were quite touchy that day, she had to slap a few of them and have them thrown out. Tommy had been gracious enough to have some of his men be her bodyguards when she was working, he had once walked in to see her being cornered by a man. She learnt just exactly what her Tommy did when someone crossed him and his family. It had taken her two days to find the man after he realised what he had done, he thought he had scared her, and that she would never want to see him again.
She slapped him for that, only on the shoulder, but the message was clear to him.
Taking a deep breath in Imogen walked to the door and locked it behind the two gentlemen that helped keep her safe through the day. Tommy would be coming home soon, but through the back, wanting their relationship to be secret. Tommy didn't want anything bad to happen to Imogen with his line of work. Even if she did have magic.
Humming softly to herself, Imogen cleaned the store up, sweeping away the debris from her customers shoes, restocked the shelves, counted her money, and finished checking on some of the simmering potions in the back. She had heard Tommy upstairs, he never bothered her when she was checking things over, especially because the potions could explode. With everything now in a stasis, she took her heels off and walked up the stairs to their home. Opening the door Imogen never noticed the candles all around the room, or the scent of Lily's. She had just turned after putting her shoes down to see it all.
"Huh?" She whispered not seeing Tommy, but a sort of pathway lined with the Lily's. Frowning she followed the path, she followed them up to their roof, her garden thriving in all weather, it was Tommy's favourite place to be with her, as it was covered in grass, the two spending their days under what little sunlight, reading books, talking, and dancing. She turned the corner to find Tommy standing next to the flower bed, looking surprisingly nervous. "Tommy?" She called out walking up to him.
Tommy turned around seeing her. "Hello my Lily." Tommy whispered as she came to stand in front of him, Tommy took her hands looking into her emerald eyes, their sparkle always so bright around him, he loved her sparkling eyes, it was his most favourite thing about her.
"My Lily," Tommy muttered, she looked close to his face seeing the hesitance in his eyes before he squared up and started to talk once more. "My Lily, I know we haven't been together for a long time, but I've fallen madly in love with you, and I can't picture my life without you. You don't know it, but you deserve the world and all the good things it has to offer. If I fail to find that world for you, I promise to give you mine." Tommy whispered leaning his forehead on hers.
"I promise to be there for you when you are sad, lonely, sick, and most importantly happy. Only you, you're the only thing I'll see forever. In my eyes, in my words, and in everything I do, your sight is the only sight that will ever bring me peace. I want you to be the mother of my children, I want you to raise them to be strong, cunning, ambitious, kind, and brilliant." He whispered as he let her right hand go reaching into his pocket. "So, my Lily," Tommy whispered as he bent down on one knee. Imogen's eyes widening in shock as her heart sped up. "Would you do me the honours of becoming my wife, my forever?"
Imogen gasped softly, seeing the ring sat snugly in the box, tears formed in her eyes, she had always believed she would never have someone to love for her whole life, even when a year ago Death told her about Tommy being her soulmate. The abuse just made her believe she was never going to be good enough. As the tears slipped down her face Imogen placed her hands on Tommy's cheeks, nodding. "Yes, Thomas Shelby, yes I'll marry you." She whispered, a bright smile on her face.
Tommy grinned as he stood, the ring now slipped onto her left ring finger, cupping her face he kissed her softly, loving her soft plump lips on his own. She was beautiful, she was going to be his. His beautiful wife. "I love you so much, Imogen." Tommy whispered. Imogen laughed softly as they held onto each other, swaying softly.
"I love you more then anything Tommy." Imogen whispered.
Tommy grinned before pulling her back inside their home, Tommy showing her he had made dinner for them both. Tommy pulled her chair out and let her sit down, getting everything ready, sitting next to her Tommy was being the ever cheesy romantic, feeding her, her dinner. Their night was filled with laughter, and kisses, the war was still looming in Imogen's mind, but she wasn't as afraid anymore. She of course was not ready to lose her father figure, but she was ready to battle the world, to keep her siblings safe.
"When do you want to be married my Lily?" Tommy asked her as they now laid across the lounge, Imogen resting atop Tommy.
"I say March, it'll still give us time to gather everyone, and just enjoy being engaged to each other." She whispered snuggling into his chest.
"I can't wait to see you in white." He whispered. "I can't wait till you become Mrs. Shelby." He continued as he caressed her back, Imogen slowly falling asleep in his arms.
"I can't wait to call you my husband." She whispered. "I love you Tommy." She murmured slipping into a deep sleep. Tommy kissed the top of her head before falling asleep as well.
