Thomas Shelby Imagines

Family

"No." Tommy sighed as you got closer.

"You don't have to talk to them." You moaned and he smiled at you.

"I'm still not going to go anywhere." He told you and lent back in his chair as a cold breeze lazed across the garden.

"But Tommy, everyone else is going." You complained and he shook his head.

"Will your mother and her sister be there?" he asked as you walked away.

"Of course they will." Your sigh reached him and he opened one eye.

"Then I won't be going." He chuckled at your frustrated growl and heard you going inside, sitting up when little feet thundered across the garden and your son climbed onto his lap.

"Mummy cross you." He giggled and Tommy nodded.

"Yes, Mummy's always cross with Daddy, we'd better go get ready." He hoisted the boy up as he stood, grabbing his hat and jacket while a maid hurried to clear the table.

"Oh, Mr Shelby you haven't seen (Y/N) and the boy have you, we have a gift for him." A woman asked Tommy and he nodded, pointing in your direction as she hurried across the room.

"Poor lad, think they'd never his name the way they keep calling him the boy." Arthur tutted to John and Tommy who agreed.

"They're not gonna like him, they thought they could break you two up until he came along, can't marry her off as respectable now she's had a son with Tommy." John chuckled and Tommy glanced over at where you were fending for yourself against the judging whispers.

He slowly made his way over to you and took your son, pretending to be glad to see your mother and her friends who were taken aback by how charming her was, all glaring at your furious mother who had probably made Tommy out to be worse than he was.

"He's grouchy can we go home?" Tommy asked as soon as the boy in his arms bubbled into uncomfy blubbering.

"You're grouchy and we haven't gone home." You sighed, too tired to register what you were saying.

"We're all grouchy and if we stay any longer well miss dinner, Pol cook for the first time since we moved." Tommy smiled when your eyes widened and you quickly said goodbye before anyone could convince you to stay.

"You know my family isn't that bad." You sighed at him as Tommy pulled out of the drive and checked that John and Arthur were behind you.

"Every time I see your Father he offers me a desk job at his firm." Tommy sighed.

"It's a good job, maybe you wouldn't get as much as you do now but..." You trailed off when he glanced at you with a soft smile.

"I am not selling lace for your father." He chuckled.

"Alright, alright, besides your family is far more interesting." You sighed and he smiled to himself all the way home.