Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Stitches - Part 2 - Tommy x Reader

For KuroEngel_OG

(Y/n) finally made her way back to the house. It had been a long day, having been out the surgery for most of it, travelling out to see patients that couldn't get to her; and the last call, had been to deliver twins. It moments like that, that she remembered how much she loved what she did. But even though her day had ended on a wonderful note, she was still happy to make her way home. The doctor opening the door and breathing in the familiar scent; the scent of Tommy and his cigarettes.

It had been two years since the head of the Shelby family firm had asked her out on a date, as "payment" for her work on stitching up John that night. A year of getting to know one another, of spending more and more time together; of her growing closer to not just Tommy, but the rest of the family too. And the second year, that year had been their first year of marriage. (Y/n) not able to believe it, when the usual cool Tommy, had dropped to his knee, to ask for her hand; tears making their way to his eyes, as she had said yes. And to say that she was happy, even though she did worry so much for her husband when he went out, would not do justice to how Tommy made her feel every day.

With a sigh of relief, she made her way to the bedroom, stripping off her workday clothes before moving onto the bathroom. Steam, as the hot water filled the bathtub, hanging heavily in the air, as she removed the last of her clothing and then sank into the comforting liquid.

She had known Tommy wouldn't be home, her husband having informed her that there was some business that needed to be taken care of; business that for the most part, he still kept her shielded from, other than when there was need for her skills. So, she had decided to enjoy the moment. To wash away the day and hope that Tommy wouldn't be too late; that he would soon join her in the bed, and show her once again, how much he loved her. The thoughts of injuries, sickness and stitches, slowly leaving her mind, to be replaced by images of her and Tommy creasing up the crisp lines of their bed.

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"(Y/N)!" The doctor almost jumping out of her skin, as the door to the bedroom suddenly flew open, the lights turned on. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, no idea what time of night, it was. All that she knew was that Tommy, her Tommy was stood in the open doorway, covered in blood. (Y/n) springing from the bed and racing over to her husband.

"Tom............?"

"It's not me, sweetheart..........." Tommy assured, as his wife looked him over for any sign of an injury. Arthur and John appearing behind him, supporting another man between them, that was bleeding profusely from his head and apparently an injury to his side. The older and younger of the Shelby boys, dragging the man into the room and dropping him on the bed.

Of course, this wasn't the first time that an injured man had been brought to her; that was how she and Tommy had come together in the first place. Though having a doctor in the family, did mean that she was the go-to for everything now; but this was a first, having a man bleeding all over her bedroom. (Y/n) snapping herself from her shock before she quickly made her way back to the bed.

"I need some hot water, clean towels from the linen cupboard and my bag from the table in the front hall." (Y/n) ordered. Arthur and John not having to look to Tommy, her husband's siblings knowing by now that in these circumstances, when she told them what she wanted, they did it. The doctor ripping at the clothes that covered the man, so that she could get a better look at the injury in his side.

"You know Thomas.........If you had to pay me for every stitch I had had to put in one of you boys, I would be a very rich woman by now." The doctor said, as she looked at the deep gash in the man's torso. The cut on his head turning the white pillows beneath him, crimson, despite Tommy holding a cloth to the wound.

"I know, that was why it was better to marry you..........."

"Ooooooo.........you are so gonna pay for that, Shelby. Just you wait......." (Y/n) chuckled dryly, as she looked to her smiling husband. The pair having the ability to share these kinds of moments, in even the strangest situations.

"Now......." She continued, as John and Arthur returned with everything that she had told them to get.

"You might want to hold him down..........."

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Her hands were sticky, as she knotted the last suture, and cut the ends. The man's blood covering not only her hands, but also the once clean nightgown that concealed her body from the other men in the room. A smear of crimson covering her forehead, from where she had tried to brush away some of her hair, with the back of her hand. The bath that she had taken earlier, seeming like a waste of time.

"Well. That's all I can do with that. Now, I'll just have to watch him for the rest of the night." (Y/n) explained, as she moved over to the basin, and did her best to clean her hands. Tommy grabbing for a towel and wiping the blood from her head, as Arthur and John left the now sleeping patient, and husband and wife, to their moment.

"So, doc. How much is this gonna cost me...........?"

"Not as much as that comment from earlier will, Mister Shelby. But, we will start with a new mattress and linens, and that is just for nearly giving me a heartache in the middle of the night. Though as far as the payment for each of those stitches.........." (Y/n) leaning over and whispering into Tommy's ear, exactly what she expected for her work. Her husband only able to smile at her demands.

"I think I could do that. Maybe I will pay you with that, for everything........" Tommy told her, pulling her into his arms, so he could kiss her.

"I wouldn't mind. Though it will have to wait until you get me that new mattress and linens. But.........." (Y/n) replied, giving him one last kiss before pulling away.

"For now, I have to make sure that your man doesn't move and rip out one of those very expensive stitches." The doctor continued, letting her hand linger on her husband's cheek for a moment longer, then making her way back to her patient's side. Pulling up a chair and getting herself as comfortable as possible. Tommy giving her one last look, before he made his way to join his brothers in a large, stiff drink. Happy to pay his wife exactly what she had demanded for those stitches, sure that he could find her a whole brand-new bed before the new day had ended. And when he had, they weren't going to leave it.