Liliana Mae Rosa Shelby // A Thomas Shelby Fanfiction // UNDER EDITING

1- TO BECOME A FATHER

"A dad? A fucking dad?" Arthur asked with shock plastered over his face.

"Yeah," fourteen-year-old Tommy cringed, "I'll be fifteen when it's born."

"Oh because that makes it alright," Polly scolded. "My god boy, what have you got yourself into," she sighed, looking to her nephew.

"What the fuck do I do?" He asked nervously, biting his nails as he sat in the family living room awaiting Mrs. Shelby's arrival. There was no point waiting for his father, he hadn't been home in four days.

"You take responsibility and you help that poor girl, she's only fourteen, Tommy!"

"I know, I know," he sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. This was it, Thomas Shelby was going to be a dad. He didn't know how it happened - well he did - but he wasn't sure why it had to be him. He'd been fooling around with the Italian girl for two years, chasing her around the playground and picking on her for being a wop. He fancied her, she was a true beauty, but he didn't love her.

What fourteen year old knew about love?

But he was always thinking about her and he couldn't deny that he got butterflies every time he saw her. Thomas Shelby getting butterflies around a girl, who would have thought it.

The awkward silence that consumed the room was broken when Mrs. Shelby walked through the room with seven-year-old Ada who ran straight to her Aunt Pol, enveloping her in a hug. "What's this about then? You haven't been excluded again have you, Thomas?"

"No, mum," he sighed, "it's about Isabella."

"I hope you haven't broken her heart, Thomas, she's a good girl -"

"Mum," Tommy interrupted, "she's pregnant."

Mrs. Shelby almost had a heart attack on the spot. Ada looked at her older brother confused before running up to him and sitting on the arm of the chair, "you're having a baby?"

"Yeah, Ada."

"Haha," Ada laughed, sticking her tongue out at the fourteen-year-old boy who was scooped away by Arthur and put on his shoulders.

"Look, he'll be there for her, won't you brother?"

"Of course I fucking will," he scoffed.

"Language, young man," Mrs. Shelby scolded, "your sister is in the room."

Tommy stood up and straightened his trousers before walking towards his brother and sister, "ah it's alright, she gets it," he mocked, grabbing Ada's cheek with his fingers gently before she smacked his arm away. "I won't let her down, mum," he promised.

"We're a family and we do this together," she cupped her son's face, "go and get her, bring her round and we'll have dinner."

"Thanks, mum," he kissed her cheek before saying goodbye to his family, giving Ada a quick hug before leaving and knocking on the Italian girl's door.

Once he got there, he could hear shouting and screaming in Italian, glasses smashing and just as he was about to knock, she came flying out the door into Tommy. "You're not welcome here anymore, Isabella," her father spat, a hysterical Isabella shaking in the street.