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The final act of love
Today was the day the Shelby clan would take down Kimber. From the second Thomas had awoken on that morning his mind was set on today. He was quick to pull on his clothes, tell Francis to be safe and then leave. So, having nothing else to do, Francis went to the only place she knew she felt safe. Polly's house.
She threw on a dark brown skirt with a light blue blouse, brown stockings and black heels. She was dressing for occasion after all.
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One thing she didn't expect to hear when she entered the house was the faint crying of a baby. She smiled giddily and pattered into the living space. Her eyes settled on Ada complementing the way Polly could settle her baby.
Being quiet and slow Francis stood next to Ada "s'only because he can't smell the milk on her," she spoke softly.
Ada's head whipped around and she gleamed with excitement. "Oh, Francis!"
Both girls pulled eachother into a warm embrace, Fran's hands rubbing up and down Ada's back. "I'm so glad to have you back, Ades." She placed a soft kiss on the girls check before quietly heading over to Karl.
She gently stoked his cheeks and looked back up at Ada. "Do you mind if I hold him?" She asked.
Ada shook her head "as long as he doesn't try to rip your tit off," both girls softly giggled at Ada's remark.
Gently and slowly Francis picked the sleeping baby from his crib and into her arms. The small boy gurgled as she shushed him into a quiet snore once again. Looking over the baby in her arms she felt at peace. She felt like something in her life had been filled. But she knew as soon as she put that baby down that gap would just come right back leaving her longing for that family love she couldn't find elsewhere.
Karl had Arthur's frown, Finn's hair, Ada's eyebrows and Freddie's cheeks. The eyes she had only managed to get a peek at only once since the baby was born so she wasn't entirely sure what colour they were. He was a proper Shelby through and through. She just knew that this baby would someday become someone big.
Maybe not someone good but someone big none the less.
"Ada, come sit," Polly patted the chair opposite her. "You never knew my children did you?" Polly asked as Francis watched on. Ada shook her head.
Polly sighed "I never have reason to tell you... but now- now I do."
Both girls shot polly a sympathetic look, Francis still rocking the baby in her arms as the woman continued. "They were five and three when they were taken from me, I had just put out these bedsheets..." Polly paused "from some fancy hotel, they were stolen. Had the name of the hotel on. One woman jealous I suppose called the coppers. They came round and found a bit of gin for a spirit," a small tear came to Polly's eye.
