A Collection Of Thomas Shelby Imagines

Family Calls

You open your eyes, the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains that adorned each window of your room. Your hair was lying around your face on the pillow that your head rested on, making you look like a sleeping angel.

Of course, you're not self-absorbed like that, but Tommy always tells you how much you look like an angel, swearing that you saved his life for many reasons over the years but mostly for just existing -- he says.

You smile at the thought of him, you remember the day the two of you were married. You'd been fucking for years on and off and then one day Polly pushed him into it, well that's your suspicion since she'd given you odd looks every time you stood side-on or complained about your breasts aching. Polly always had an eye for knowing when someone was pregnant. You hadn't even known yourself until Polly pointed it out to you after he had proposed.

Sighing in content at your memory you lifted your left hand -- Thomas didn't hold back when it came to someone that he loved as much as he did you.

And then came the twins, your greatest pride and deepest pleasure at heart, something that you and Tommy had created, wholly you and wholly him too, something that you would never have imagined to come true. Emma and Charlie. Charlie sometimes scared you with how much he reminded you of Tommy but secretly Tommy thought the same thing about Emma and you. They're four years old and the light of your lives, brightening it more every day.

You pulled yourself up and out of bed and the sound of Charlie running in and calling after you, "Mama, are you up?"

You chuckle, "Yes darling, where's your father?"

"With Emma," Charlie replies, "what do you want for breakfast, Mama?"

"Whatever Margaret is cooking, darling, you know I'm not fussy," you pause, pulling a robe around your shoulders and hold Charlie's hand in yours, "are they in Emma's room?"

"In Dad's office, Mama."

The two of you walk down the beautifully decorated hallway, you walk past a sideboard table with a picture of you and Tommy from when you had first started seeing each other exclusively in between a picture of Emma and one of Charlie. You smiled, more than content with what your life had become.

"Tommy, love, you in here?" You say, entering the office.

Tommy had plenty of room in his office, the walls were full of books that he probably hadn't read but you had insisted on having them in there so that you could spend some time together while he continued to work from home. Despite all of the room, the two chairs opposite his own in front of his desk, Emma was perched on his left leg watching him as he wrote down small bits here and there on whatever he was doing.

"Yes, love," he looks up from his desk smiling at your beauty, before noticing Charlie stood next to you.

Charlie let go of your hand, running over to his father he called out, "me too!" holding his arms out to be lifted by Tommy onto his leg also.

Tommy turned on his chair and caught Charlie as he jumped into his arms before placing him next to his sister.

You smile and laugh at him smiling at his children. Your children. Everything in your life had to lead up to this, this one beautiful moment.

"And you, my love," Tommy ushers you over waving his hand, a grin evident on his face.

You giggle at his grin, watching as it widens as you approach him with your own grin adorning your face. You were completely and utterly in love with him as he was with you. It was undeniable and every single one of the Shelby's supported the relationship whole-heartedly. Grace had been a mess of a story and she had momentarily turned his head in her direction before Polly had held his face in place, directed at you but after he had his head screwed on straight he'd been undeniably focused on you and only you. You were his long-term goal.