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

17- SUNDAYS

"Finn, Olivia!" Bella called up the stairs for the tenth time. "Hurry up!" 

Finn soon appeared at the top of the stairs, Olivia following in tow. The two had beaming smiles on their faces as they ran down the stairs, putting on their jackets and shoes ready for the day ahead. "And what is it that has you two giggling away at, hm?" 

"Nothing, mama," Liv giggled, smiling at Finn. One thing her daughter did share with Tommy was their awful skill at lying. 

"You two ready?" Tommy called, walking through the house. 

"I think these two have some explaining to do," Bella said, raising an eyebrow at the two young Shelby's. 

"No," Finn shook his head, panic running through him. "We were just laughing at something, is all Bella!"

"Well, a funny joke is a joke worth sharing, right?" Bella prompted, noticing the way Olivia began to shift uncomfortably. Soon enough, she was stood next to Tommy, her way of getting out of the situation as she knew daddy would defend her. 

"Olivia," Bella warned. "What have you done?" 

"Nothing, mama! I swear," she protested. "Dad, tell her!" 

Tommy smiled down at his daughter before scooping her into his arms, giggles and squeals falling from her lips as he walked her out to the car where the boys were waiting. 

Giving up, Bella took Finn's hand and led him out of the house, locking up behind her. "You two are going to be the death of me, you know that?" 

"Stop worrying, Bella!" 

Pushing Finn towards the car carefully, the two children resumed their giggling and smiling as they sat with one another. "Have fun, babies!" 

"You're not coming?" Tommy asked.

"No," Bella shook her head, still mad with Tommy from the days previous. "I have to work." 

"You don't have to work, Bella," Tommy told her. "You choose to work."

"Forgive me," Bella rectified. "I am choosing to work today as I would much rather deal with blood and guts than the Lee bastards," she smiled lightly. 

John chuckled from the car and Tommy smiled back at his wife, climbing in the drivers seat. Walking over to the door, Bella kissed her daughter and Finn goodbye before pressing a kiss to Tommy's lips. "No fighting."

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As Polly stood in the four walls of her beloved church lighting candles, she hummed a sweet tune in her hand that she had remembered Liliana sing as a young girl. A voice of an angel she held, but she was never one for limelight, always standing behind the boys enjoys watching the world unfold from the sidelines, unlike her Anna who loved tp be the forefront of everything. 

Though lighting candles for the boys, she too lit a candle for her niece and her daughter, the two girls she missed with every fibre of her being. Polly attended chuch every Sunday morning when the sun rose, and prayed to the man upstairs to bring her two dark eyed girls some peace, love, and happiness, wherever they were in these unprecendented times.