1930s Chicago. Notorious gangster Tom "Tommy Gun" Holland has been storming his way through Cook County, robbing banks and breaking hearts. One day you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time when he makes a hit on your bank. There's...
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"There he is! That's Poppa! Wave," you said to Sammy. You held him in your arms and took his chubby little hand to help him wave.
Tommy waited patiently for the guards to open the gate. He wore the same suit he wore that day he was dragged away from you. The day your heart shattered into a million pieces. That was 792 days ago. Seven hundred and ninety-two days of waiting, crying, wishing, but also living.
When you were ripped apart, Harrison took you back to the homestead in Indiana. He told you how Tommy contacted him after Capone threatened his family. There was a lot of bad blood between them, no doubt, but Tommy didn't trust anyone else and he knew Harrison's feelings for Nicola would sway him. His telegram read:
**Nikki and boys in danger. Scarface's men at house. Get safe. Meet at Chicago Fed in A.M. Bad job. Bring backup. Speakeasy behind deli on Jackson. Take Di. Keep safe. It's over.**
Harrison and his brothers in blue stormed the house and arrested Capone's men. He sent word to his former Captain in Chicago, tipping them off on Capone's whereabouts. But he kept the intel about the bank job to himself. Even someone as by the book as Officer Oz was still loyal to Tommy.
But Tommy knew it wouldn't take long for coppers to show up. He already planned to turn himself in, planned to have you as far away from trouble as possible, planned to sacrifice himself for the sake of your future. He didn't know it wasn't just your future to consider.
Tommy stepped through the open gate, hands in pockets and a grin splattered all over his handsome face. You never saw anything so wonderful in your life, those mischievous eyes locked on yours, finally unobstructed by bars or glass.
During those 792 days, you visited Tommy as often as you could. Each time, your belly was bigger and each time Tommy remarked about how more and more beautiful you became.
"I'm as big as a Buick and everything hurts and I can't even fit behind the steering wheel," you whined at one visit.
Tommy only grinned and lowered his voice in reply.
"I remember all the naughty things we did in the backseat of that old Buick," he said with a deliciously devilish smile. You taunted him with a lick of your lips and he looked as if he might pounce on you right then and there.
But the visits stopped when the doctor put you on bed rest for the last two months of your pregnancy. It killed you to not see Tommy. You wrote to him to pass the time, filling your letters with lewd promises of all the things you two would do when he got out. His replies were equally salacious and went into great detail to the point where you felt your whole body flush with desire, but then a sadness set in, and you wondered just when would be the next time Tommy could touch you.
Then you went into labor in the middle of the night, about three weeks sooner than the doctor would have liked. It was difficult and prolonged, but when it was all over, you were suddenly a mother to two beautifully sweet babies.
Sammy just stared at you at first, an adorable little frown crinkled his brow. You've seen that frown a million times before, usually followed by Tommy's grumblings about how there's no pleasing women.
Seraphim came out of the womb wailing in protest. Her rosy cheeks puffed with her cries. You laughed and tried to comfort her, but her stubborn little lips remained in a constant and familiar pout.
Tommy wouldn't allow you to bring the twins to visit. He said prison walls would only sully the experience. He hated that he couldn't be there with his newly formed family, but he was steadfast in his choice. When you visited alone, he demanded every detail about them and you obliged as best you could.
So when that 792nd day arrived, it was so much more than being reunited. It was being introduced.
Tommy approached you, his gaze never wavered. Each step closer was met with a resounding pounding in your heart. The air rushed in and out of your lungs, making you swoon, and before you could catch your next breath, his lips were on yours, savoring every lost moment that was stolen from you.
After some time, Tommy broke the kiss then stared at you, cupping your face with his hands. You smiled slowly and stared back in silence. His thumb brushed away your quiet tears. You leaned into his palm and exhaled happily.
"Hi, Di," Tommy said finally.
"Hi, Tommy," you replied.
He smiled then shifted his eyes to Sammy who was squirming in your arms. His eyes grew big and bright as he spoke.
"Hi, buddy," he cooed, taking him from your arms. He bounced him and kissed him and whispered to him about all the things he's going to teach him.
Sera started crying, no doubt wanting some attention for herself. She reached for Tommy from Nicola's arms. He scooped her into his other arm before giving Nikki a quick kiss on the cheek.
"What is it, my little angel?" Tommy chuckled at Sera's precious face. She pouted and pulled on his tie, sniffling. He pouted back at her, then over at you with an exaggeratedly comical expression. You laughed and shook your head.
"Two seconds in and you're already puddy in her hands," you teased. Tommy winked at you.
"Just like her mother," he smirked. You giggled and stepped closer to lift Sammy back into your arms.
"Are you ready to take your children home, Handsome?" you whispered.
Tommy's eyes looked down at Sera and over to Sammy, then traveled up and down your curves with impish delight. He bit his bottom lip and grabbed your behind roughly.
