This is not how you expected your life to be. 8 year old {y/n} expected to be living in some palace, wearing endless jewels and expensive clothing. Obviously that was just a childish dream. Instead, you were sat in an armchair, in the corner of your one bedroom flat in Small Heath, unmarried and pregnant.
You hadn't told anyone who the father was, you were mainly too scared of peoples reactions, because he was married to a woman who, also,, was pregnant with his child. You understood he had to choose, and you didn't blame him for picking someone who could give him a secure family, unlike you. Despite this, you still cried silently to yourself at night, trying not to disturb the neighbours, wishing things could've been different for you, but they weren't, and you had to accept that.
You had always been close to the Shelby's ever since moving to the area, Polly taking a liking to you straight away. She had helped you throughout your whole pregnancy, would go shopping with you, give you a hand round the house and was just there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on, which you need. A lot. Many a times, Polly had tried to get you to tell her who the dad was, but you promised yourself you wouldn't speak a word of him, all you told her was that 'he had a better life without her' and that was that.
Tommy had always promised you support and protection from the moment you met. The two of you quickly blossomed a friendship which shortly grew as the feelings did. For 6 months the two of you met up during the early hours of the morning, sharing intimate moments together, lying in each other's arms whilst Tommy whispered sweet nothings into your ear. All this ending as the sun rose and the two of you had to go back to reality. Tommy would hold you close, telling you how you'd spend your lives together living in an enormous house, with children and maids. He'd create images of the two of you talking walks on sunny, crisp winter mornings with your children and spending Christmas together.
All this, however, came crashing down once Tommy came home one day, married to a woman who you had never seen before. You were broken. You were falling apart and Tommy could see it. You didn't smile the same, laugh the same, talk the same. You were different.
You had found out you were pregnant only a few weeks before Tommy came home with his wife, thinking of as many ways you could tell him. But once you saw him with another, you vowed to yourself never to tell anyone, especially Tommy. However, Tommy wasn't stupid, once the news of your pregnancy spread through the town, he knew it was his. He knew you wouldn't of gone with anyone else since you two.
Many times he attempted to approach you to speak about it, but before he could bring up the subject of the child you ended the conversation and walked off. Whenever anyone ever asked about the father, you tell them it was a man from down London and shut the whole conversation down immediately.
You had spent the day with Pol, buying food from the market and just generally having a conversation over a cup of tea. It was on the two of you in the house, meaning the boys were more than likely down at the Garrison. It had just turned 8pm so you decided it was time for you to make your way home, which Polly protested against, saying you could spend the night, which you politely declined.
You pushed yourself out your chair and made you way to the coat rack to grab your coat, just as you got their you felt something run down your legs. For a moment you stood their paralysed, not quite sure what to do, that's until a pain shot through your lower abdomen.
"Pol!" You shouted, grabbing the woman's attention, causing her to rush over to you.
"Holy shit {y/n} that's your waters!" Polly grabbed your upper arm, providing extra support as she lead you to the sofa.
An few hours into labour you were still pushing, the hair on your head sticking to your face because of sweat, Pol in between your legs trying to motivate you.
