Thomas Shelby Imagines

Fatherhood

"Where's (Y/N)?" Polly asked expectantly as Tommy sat down at her table but you didn't follow. He shrugged and fiddled with the set on the table as Polly poured tea ready for Ada who should be arriving any minute. "Well?"

"She's at home." He said gruffly and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head she set her kettle on the stove.

"You can't keep her at home. She needs to get out." Polly scolded. She glanced at Ada who was taking her sons shoes off. "Tell him!"

"Is he still fussing over (Y/N)?" She asked and chuckled when Polly scoffed, throwing her hands up as she went to fetch the cake she'd made. "She's pregnant, not ill. Besides there's no way (Y/N) is going to stick with staying inside for ten months. Maybe to start with to stop you worrying."

Feeling like this conversation would drag on with each of his siblings, knowing he certainly didn't want to listen, Tommy sighed as he finished his drink and plodded to the door, grabbed his hat and coat before leaving without another word. "He's going to be like this all the way through isn't he, he keeps calling the doctor to check what she can eat!" Ada scoffed at Polly who sighed before laughing.

"I've never seen him so nervous." She admitted chuckling as the rest of the family arrived and Ada helped her finish laying the table with food.

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"What do you think you're doing!" Tommy tutted as he plodded in the room to find you reaching to the top shelf in the kitchen.

"Getting a pot down to start dinner." You said simply, sighing when he shooed you back to the arm chair he'd settled you into before he'd left that morning. "You know I can still..."

"No you should rest, take it easier. I'll cook." Tommy insisted. You both shared a look before Tommy quietly signed. "I'll have food sent to the house." He said quickly as he recalled the last meal he cooked and frowned at the thought of letting you eat it.

Residing to Tommy's stubbornness you picked up a book that had been sitting beside your chair, letting him pace around, wondering what to do before he left. You had a pleasant time with him gone. Without his worried fussing. You finished your book and started another by the time he came back, a dish of warm food in his hands.

"How did you find this?" You asked as you set your book down and followed him to the kitchen table.

"I urm. Asked the old lady downstairs." He admitted which made you giggle a little at the thought of Tommy being shooed into her cluttered house, being fussed over and rushed back out into the corridor. He always looked like a nervous child when she finished with him, his brothers were the same.

"Well I suppose we should tuck in, I'll have to thank her on the way to work with Ada." Your eyebrows raised when Tommy went to argue. "The walk will do me good Tommy asked the doctor." You smiled when he shook his head and sighed.