Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 26 - This Dream, Another Dream, Our Dream

I really appreciate everyone that takes the time to read this story. I know everyone has lives and more important things to do, but I really do appreciate the time it takes for you all to read a new chapter.

I feel like this one might be a little bit of a filler, but I'm working on the relationship between Elsie and May, as I need it for when season two comes into this story.

What do you think of Tommy? Am I capturing him alright? I really am trying to keep him in character, but him being with Elsie will change him slightly as a person. I don't want it to be a dramatic change, but there will be one. I just want him to be a little sweeter when it's just the two of them.

Please let me know if there's something wrong, or there's something you'd like to see in the future.

Thank you for reading x Comet96 x

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When we arrived at the townhouse, Eddison brought our bags to the door which was opened by a woman I had never met before. She must have been their new head maid.

"Lady Shelby, Mr Shelby, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mrs Cope," she greeted moving out of the way allowing us to enter. "Lord Alfred is unfortunately not feeling well and insists that you take a meal in your rooms."

"That's unlike him." I was concerned to hear about Papa and wanted to see him but knew it was best to wait until morning. "Where's my Grandmother?"

"Lady Elizabeth is in her rooms and doesn't wish to be woken." I knew it was a lie as soon as she said it. "Let me show you to your rooms.

She turned on her heel and with a shared look with Tommy, we picked up our cases and followed her. Without a word, she marched up to the third floor and stopped in front of the door opposite my usual bedroom.

"Mr Shelby, this will be your room." She opened the door before turning to my bedroom door and opening it for me. "Lady Shelby, your usual room."

"Mrs Cope, I don't think you understand," I said, stopping her from leaving with a hand on her arm. "I share a room with my husband, there's no need to open a new room just for him." Letting go of her arm and giving her a curt smile, I grabbed Tommy's hand and pulled him into my room, slamming the door behind me. "That bitch."

"She was only doing her job, Elsie," Tommy said, rolling his eyes as he took our bags and started unpacking them.

"I wasn't talking about Mrs Cope, I was talking about my grandmother." I knew what she was doing. Trying to hurt my feelings by showing me she didn't like Tommy. It was rude of her to give Tommy his own room when she knew we'd be married this week. She was trying to separate us.

"Just ignore her, she's trying to get a reaction from you." I spun on my heel and looked him over, frowning when he looked so calm. This did not seem like my husband.

"What's happened to you? You're never one to not put up a fit," I said moving over to him and he dropped onto the bed, his elbows resting on his knees.

"I'm just tired." I couldn't help but smirk at his words. I moved until I was resting in front of him and pushed his shoulders back. With little effort, I had managed to push Tommy back until he was lying on the bed.

"Did I tire you out, my dear? I suppose you're too tired for another round?"

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Tommy and Papa were gone by the time I woke and I didn't realise how late it was in the morning until one of the maids brought in lunch.