Thomas Shelby Imagines

Charles' Nanny

"You're late." One of the maids hissed as you hurried into Charles' nursery, tying your apron strings as you flattened your skirt and checked your hair was still in its bun.

"I know I'm sorry." You sighed, taking Charles from her.

"He almost caught me in here, you can't keep being late... if you need to stay at the estate just ask Mr Shelby." She schooled as she set about cleaning up the room before fixing you with a stern look and hurrying from the room.

"(Y/N) late!" Charles giggled and you couldn't help but smile at the boy.

"I know... How about we go play near the pond, we can look at the ducks." You said quickly distracting him.

"Mr Shelby?" You asked quietly as you knocked on Tommy's open door.

"What is it (Y/N)?" He sighed.

"Charlie... Charles is down for the night." You hesitated, toying with the idea of staying in the huge house with the other maids.

"I'll need you to stay in case he wakes in the night." Tommy sighed with an exhausted look on his face.

"Actually I was going to ask if I could move into the maid's quarters." You mumbled quickly as he glanced at you.

"No, take the room next to Charlie's that way you're near him." Tommy nodded to dismiss you and you followed one of the maids to your new room.

You'd begun to fit in quiet well among the Shelby household, at first Poll had objected to your inexperience but quickly changed her tune when you began asking for her advice on everything.

You'd laugh and chat with the other maids, all of them stopping to greet Charles who chattered nonsense to them and make them swoon. No one in the house was really sure how Tommy's habit of checking you were settled in for the night started, you still insisted that the poor man needed someone to say goodnight to in place of Grace.

He'd knock on the door and let himself in, lighting your fire as you settled into bed before he'd leave and wish you a goodnight on the way out. Occasionally you'd be so tired that you'd slip up and whisper 'goodnight Tommy' back to him, some maids swear that he smiles when you say it.

You chewed your lip nervously when you saw Charles' empty bed. Quickly you hurried to your room to find it empty, all of Charlie's hiding spot held no tiny Shelby, your main concern was someone had broken in during the night and stolen the child.

On your way to see if one of the other maids had taken Charlie to have breakfast you heard a happy giggle. You quietly tiptoed over to Tommy's room knowing the child often slipped into the room if the door was open.

"Charlie?" You asked nervously, hearing another round of giggling you pushed the door open enough to slip in only to find Charlie giggling as Tommy held him in the air. "Oh... I'm sorry Mr Shelby."

"It's fine Sweetheart, Charlie we scared (Y/N)." He chuckled when you blushed and Charlie pointed at you.

"(Y/N)!" He giggled.

"I'll fetch breakfast for you both." You say quickly, hoping to dismiss yourself from the shirtless Blinders room.

"Oh no, we Shelby boys are gentlemen right Charlie?" Tommy said as he got up. "I'll fetch breakfast and Charlie can keep you company."

You were stunned into silence when Tommy moved you to take his spot in his bed, kissing your temple before grabbing a shirt and heading out the door. The surprise of Tommy's actions stayed with you until Charlie demanded that you lavish attention on him.