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

4- TO APOLOGISE AND MAKE DO

"Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Tommy huffed as he and his wife walked back home after dropping Lily off at school.

"That's the plan, Tom," she replied, walking a little in front of him. 

"Bella," Tommy warned, stopping in his tracks, the Italian girl in front of him coming to a stop when she heard him halt. "This is fucking ridiculous."

"You fucked my cousin, Tommy," Bella suppressed a laugh. "Please, for the love of God, tell me how that's ridiculous."

"We weren't together, Bella," Tommy piped back, trying not to get into an argument but quickly losing his temper.

"Oh, so that week where we broke up you thought 'hm, I know, I'll go stick it in her cousin'".

"You know it meant nothing."

"Well, it does to me, Tommy. You're my husband, I shouldn't have to worry about turning my back in case you stick it some other whore," she spat back, turning on her high heel and walking back towards their home. 

"Can we at least talk?" 

"Yeah, but not in the fucking cold," she spoke. "Lord knows you've put me through enough grief, I don't need you giving me hyperthermia on top of that." 

Huffing at his wife's comment, Tommy opened the door to their home and let her in, removing his cap and suit jacket once the door was shut behind him. He didn't know what to say or do, he was a reckless twenty-year-old who knew no better than to go around and stick his cock in anything he could. "You know," Bella sighed, "I fucking try with you, Thomas. I do. Day in and day out, I bust my nut for you and to keep this family together. You sit there and want to be a reckless twenty-year-old, but we can't do that. We have a child, you don't have the right to go out and do whatever the fuck you want too anymore and if you don't like that, then you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant."

"Takes two to tango, sweetheart."

"Don't," Bella hissed. "I lost my family for you, and this is how you fucking repay me."

"Bella," Tommy sighed, rubbing his eyes before hanging a cigarette between his lips. "I'm sorry I slept with Greta, yeah? I'm sorry, but we weren't together and-"

"So that's your excuse for everything now, eh? We weren't together so you abandon me and Lily for a week, we weren't together so you fuck my cousin, we weren't together so you go out and get drunk every night?"

"Okay, look," he huffed, "I fucked up and I know, I do," he told Isabella, who laughed at his comment. "But I love you and our daughter, it was just some meaningless mistake that I shouldn't have done and I'm sorry." 

"Wow," she suppressed a laugh, "Thomas Shelby apologising? Revolutionary," she mocked. 

As her back was turned to pour a glass of whiskey for the two, Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a hasty kiss to her neck. "I'll apologise every second of every day if it means I get to stay here with you." 

"Just," she sighed, "stop fucking up," she laughed, Tommy smiling against her skin. "I love you, and I don't want anyone else having you. Including my whore of a cousin."

"You don't mean that," Tommy told her, taking the glass of whiskey from her and necking the lot. 

"Don't I?" She scoffed.

"You know it's been five years, why don't you reach out to them?"

"You mean to reach out to my family only to be shut down and laughed at?" She huffed, necking her drink. "I think I'll pass, plus life in New York City is a lot more riveting than having to rectify our relationship."