Tommy Shelby looked like an angel when he slept. An absolute angel. His eyelids where delicately closed, his eyelashes tickled his high set cheekbones and his lips were open a tad, swollen and plump from last night's events. You trailed your fingertips along his toned chest and along his jawline, his hand wrapped around your naked figure while you both slept. You stopped your actions when Tommy startled you.
"Good mornin', love." Tommy spoke, his voice raspy and thick with sleep as he half-lifted his eyes to look at you. He smiled. He was the happiest and luckiest man in the world; your hair was glowing in the scattered rays from the sun as they beamed in through the draped curtains, your eyes were sparkling with lust, desire and happiness as you looked at your boyfriend. Mornings like these were rare and when they did happen, you cherished them with all your heart, Tommy normally up and out before you woke up.
Tommy skilfully rolled you over so that he was hovering above you, smirking at how easily he could do that. You raised your eyebrows playfully and matched his actions when he leaned in for a kiss, your lips meeting in a passionate and loving good morning gift as you enjoyed each other's company. With a baby on the way, your stomach often flickered and twitched when the baby kicked, and with yourself and Tommy naked, he could feel the baby's every move against his bare chest. You smiled in awe as you watched Tommy trail random patterns across your slight bumped stomach, his face forming into a deep smile when the baby reacted to his father's touch. You couldn't have been happier, the feeling of your stomach reacting to your lover's touch was something that lifted your heart and mood even more. The look on Tommy's face was enough to send you to cloud nine and back; he truly was in a trance.
Almost as if it was too good to be true, Tommy glanced at the clock on his bedside table and sent you a disappointed glance. It was time for your darling boyfriend to go to work and keep the business running - your least favourite time of the day. In fact, the part of the day you despised with every single muscle and bone in your body. You hated it. Absolutely hated it when Tommy had to leave your shared bedroom, his act toughening as he got dressed for the day ahead. You sighed as you watched him pull on his waistcoat, his hands making quick work with the buttons before he slipped on his boots and cuff links. If you weren't annoyed that he was leaving you yet again, you would've admired at how much he turned you on when he got dressed and how much you wanted him in times like these. With a chaste kiss across your lips, stomach and forehead, he left you once again for another days work, your heart already feeling empty and your day already feeling lonely. You despised being stuck indoors with a passion, Tommy's request to keep you indoors while the weather was bitter and cold in order to keep the baby healthy.
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You smiled at Tommy's sensitivity and carefulness before you rolled yourself out of bed, your back sending you the first pain of the day from being pregnant. You carried on with your normal routine and headed downstairs for some breakfast, a fresh bouquet of flowers were placed in the centre of the kitchen table when you entered. Your favourite; yellow roses.
Your morning routine was suddenly cut short when an abrupt and stern knock on your front door shock through the house, startling you at the unexpectancy of such a noise. You sighed and abandoned your half - buttered bread to make your way to the door. You opened the door carefully and sighed when it was the postman, gesturing for you to sign your signature for a parcel.
"Thank you." You smiled and scribbled your signature down, the door closing in your hand gradually as you said your goodbyes.
Before you could process what was going on, the front door flew open and smacked your forehead, your vision instantly turning blurry and your movements becoming clumsy and drunk like. You stumbled away from the door and tried to kick it shut with your foot, a figure emerging from the doorway and standing over you. You lifted your hand in front of your eyes, the morning sun blinding you from through the open door and creating a darkened silhouette. You moved your way back and fell over what you assumed to be your shoe and fought against your aching hands and head to move up against the wall, the figure following you. With a harsh and hard blow to the head, you couldn't quite work out what was going on, the only thing that you could tell what was going on was that you were in danger and needed to protect yourself. Even as much as Tommy had trained you, you couldn't do anything when you could barely see and function, the sound of metal clicking rang a bell of instinct to curl into a ball. It sounded awfully like the sound of someone clocking the bullet into the barrel of a revolver, your heart rate quickening at the thought.
The next thing you felt were strong hands gripping round your throat, blocking your air pipe and thrusting their thumb into your jawline, making you squeal in pain.
"I can see why he loves you." A thick Italian/American accent spoke, continuously shoving your head from one side to the other. "Shame, he was finally happy." The man spoke once again before he placed something cold against your temple, his grip on your neck increasing as you fought for your freedom. You did everything you could; you clawed at his face, you clawed at his hands and your clawed onto anything you could, the grip only getting tighter and tighter as a punishment.
With a pull of the trigger, you went out like a bulb. The pain quick and short as you went slump in your killer's hands. Your last memories and thoughts were of Tommy, his blue eyes soaring through yours as he looked at you passionately, his lips trailing over your growing bump and the sight of his lips forming into a happy grin. And just like that, you were gone. You had left Tommy to live with the angels, you were finally home.
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When Tommy had found you that evening when he came home from work, he sobbed. He sobbed harshly and he didn't care who heard him. His one true love was dead and you weren't coming back. With a ring in his back pocket, the unanswered question roaming freely in his mind as he let the demons eat away at him. If this is how they wanted to play, then so be it. Nobody hurts Y/N Y/L/N without a price. And with that, Tommy played the game of vendetta and shut down his heart once more, the key remaining with you until you would see each other again.
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authors note - hope this was alright. Sad and sad, I know!❤️😢
