Florence bursts into the snug where the men were sat, "she's had the baby. It's a boy."
"Is she okay?" Tommy asks, and Florence nods, taking a seat beside Mal, "god knows how though, there was blood everywhere."
"That tends to happen during childbirth, Flo," John responds.
"You'd know wouldn't you, four kids ought to teach you that," Florence remarks.
"It's not like you haven't seen a child being born," John says.
"I was 10 when Finn was born, forgive me if my memory of the events are a bit blurry," Florence replies.
"You're forgiven," John retorts.
"Children, stop bickering," Arthur mumbles, almost passed out in his chair.
"Sorry, forgot you were getting old and can't handle your liquor anymore," John snorts, flicking his eldest brothers forehead.
"You take that back, John Boy," Arthur murmurs.
"I'll take it back when you can form a coherent sentence," John states.
"Alright, well we're going to head off, we'll see you tomorrow," Florence says.
Malachi smiles awkwardly at the brothers as he follows their sister out of the snug, all of their eyes on him.
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"Your room is always so tidy," Florence comments.
"I know a way we could fix that," Malachi replies, standing behind her, removing her jacket, discarding it somewhere in the room as he trails kisses down her neck.
His hands rest gently on the front of her thighs, slowly hiking up her dress, until he could lift it over her head.
"I think it's unfair that I'm here in nothing but my undergarments, and you're still fully clothed," Florence says, turning around wrapping her hand around his tie and leading him to the bed.
"You wanted to unwrap me, now's your chance," Malachi responds, smirking as she pushes him onto the bed, before straddling him.
She enjoyed the way his eyes were constantly on her whenever they were in a sexual situation. It made it so much more intimate, and excited her more than she was willing to ever admit.
His stare was intense as she undoes his waistcoat, before moving to the buttons of his shirt, and pushing the garments off his shoulders, Mal doing the last part of removing them and throwing them onto floor.
She rolls her hips against his groin, revelling in the low groan Mal emits, his head falling back against the bed.
"You're mine, Malachi Welch," Florence whispers, trailing a finger down the side of his pretty face.
She'd never had unwavering loyalty from a partner before... she'd never really had an official partner before. It was completely and utterly different with Mal. He drove her crazy, and it wasn't even his fault. She'd never felt so possessive of something before, but Malachi Welch was not something she was willing to lose.
He was hers. Her boyfriend. Anyone that came near him with the wrong intentions would soon learn never to fuck with something that belongs with a Shelby.
"Not that I'm objectifying you or anything," Florence rushes out, remembering how Mal had defended her earlier from someone using similar language.
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Game Of Bliss
FanfictionFlorence Shelby was one of many things, but she was not weak. That would not be a word anyone would use to describe her. However, returning from war, the brothers found a different sister to the one they had left behind.
