Book 1 - Complete
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If you asked their family, they'd tell you Thomas and Maude were surely soulmates. The two had a bond so strong, that anyone who believed in reincarnation, would tell you that they were certain, Thomas and Maude lo...
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XIII. Wall Street.
4 Years Later.
Not much had changed in the last four years. Except for the birth of two new family members. Ruby Annabelle Felton was born first and a few months later, Oliver John Shelby was born. Both little ones were now turning four years old; Amelia had turned five, Edith was six, Charlie was turning seven, and the oldest of them all, Archie, had turned eight a month few weeks ago. Lizzie and Henry had also gotten married after the whole Changretta business was finally over.
They had also gotten to new additions in the form of furry little troublemakers. One was Cyril, a brown Bull Mastiff. He used to be Alfie's dog but Alfie forced Tommy to take the dog after Tommy found Alfie in Margate and shot him.
The second was a stray Charlie came home with, Pip. Pip was a mix that Maude couldn't quite figure out. All she knew was he was a big attention seeker and had enough fur to keep a whole family farm in harsh winters.
Life was mostly peaceful; there was no betrayal, no drama, no deaths, and no one wanted to kill the family.
There only came one small hitch in the road for the family, when one of Tommy's horses, Trouble, got sick. The family went out into the fields, far away from the house. They camped out in a wagon as Curly attempted to fix the horse, but after no luck, Tommy took the horse further away to put it out of its misery.
Maude stood in the makeshift camp they had set up. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched a few of the Peaky men dig a big hole to bury Trouble in. The horse lay nearby, covered so the children wouldn't see.
As Johnny Doggs passed, he gave Maude an apologetic look. While Tommy was away, Johnny spoke Rokker about the horse getting put out. And Charles understood every word the man had said. The children thought the horse was getting healed, and to find out the truth was a devastating blow for the young boy.
With a small sigh, Maude turned and approached the table where Amelia and Oliver sat, playing with Amelia's porcelain tea set that Polly had gotten her for the last Christmas. "What are you getting up to?" she asked her little ones as she crouched beside the small table.
"We're having a tea party, mummy." Amelia cheered happily as she held up her little teapot.
"Oh." Maude hummed as she raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. She grabbed one of the little tea cups from the set and nudged it towards her daughter. "Well then, ten spoonfuls of sugar for me, please." she teased.
"No mummy! You say that's bad!" Oliver whined as he shook his head at his mother. Maude laughed softly. She often scolded her children on too much sugar and she was proud her youngest was taking her wise words to heart.
Maude turned her head as Pip came bouncing up to her and she smiled, scratching behind his ear. As Cyril came running past, Pip followed. Maude's eyes followed the dogs as they played together, and then her gaze diverted to a hill in the distance. She smiled when she saw her husband riding back on one of the horses.
