Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.
Part 12: With time passing so fast, Tommy and Amelia realize a few things that had slipped their minds.
“Baa-baa black sheep, have you any wool?”
Tommy heard Amelia singing as he trudged upstairs after a long day’s work. After, he heard Max giggling and baaing like a sheep.
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. How many is three, Max? One…two…three!”
“Three!” Max echoed.
No matter how difficult the day was for Tommy, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard his little boy talking so sweetly with his mother. It was like magic sometimes. No one said having a family was easy, but seeing Max and Amelia smile always put Tommy in a good mood.
He nudged the door open to the nursery and Max leaped off Amelia’s lap to greet him. “Daddy!”
“Hello, hello.” Tommy picked him up and kissed his cheek. “There’s my boy.”
Amelia smiled and stood up to give him a quick kiss. “Hungry?”
“No, I ate. Thanks, love.” He set Max down. “What did you two get up to today, then, aye?”
“Martha came over with Abigail. Did you see your cousin, Max? Did you see Abby?”
The little boy beamed. “Daddy, Abby s’a baby.” The two-and-a-half-year-old tugged on his father’s pant leg.
“I know. She’s very little. Seems like yesterday you were that little.” He remarked, watching as Max wandered away from him and to a toy train left on the rug.
“Martha was a little worried.” Amelia kept her tone light as she didn’t want Max to pick up on her concern. “She said John came home last night a bit not well.”
Tommy’s eyes flicked to Max who didn’t seem to be paying attention. But that was the catch. He had made the mistake of assuming the little boy either wasn’t listening or couldn’t understand him. Because after talking to Arthur in Max’s presence, that same night, the toddler turned to his mother and as clear as day said, ‘fuck’.
And despite warnings and telling offs, Max enjoyed the shocked attention he got when he used the word, so during a visit to Polly’s he yelled it out.
Luckily, they’d managed to somewhat curb the behavior, but they all went out knowing they were running the risk of having a toddler cursing up a storm.
“Well, he knows what he did,” Tommy replied.
“I don’t know what he did.” Amelia widened her eyes at him, unable to raise her voice.
“It isn’t important.”
“Thomas…”
“It’s late, Mel. Time for bed, Max.” Tommy passed by her to scoop him up. “Say night to mumma.”
“Night, night, mummy!” Max blew her a kiss, one of his new tricks.
“Good night, my love.”
~~~~~~~~~
Tommy’s attempt to distract Amelia only worked until Max was fast asleep and they were both in bed.
As he draped an arm around her waist, she brought up the subject again. “You know what Martha asked me today?”
“What did she ask you?”
“If John should write up a will. A fucking will, Tommy. He came home and she saw so much blood, she thought he was half-dead.”
“He was fine, Mel, it was a cut. He wasn’t complaining about it at all. He knows that when you pick fights with people bigger than you, you get hurt.”
“So where were his brothers, aye? She shrugged his arm off and sat up to face him.
Tommy wearily ran a hand over his face. “So. Arthur and I are supposed to be babysitting him? Mel, you were the one who suggested he help us at the shop. It’s not our fault he’s got a fucking idea in his thick skull that he’s some fucking big shot now.”
“Then teach him!” She snapped, knowing the exact volume she could raise her voice before she risked waking up Max. “Tommy, I can live with this, I can tolerate it. I may be afraid but I trust you. But when you act like it’s not a big deal that your brother was cut.”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Mel.”
“He’s sixteen, Tommy!”
“And he’s gotten in plenty of fucking fights before. He’ll learn by getting pushed down. That’s how we all learned.” He said firmly. “You tell Martha that he’s not going to bloody die. She doesn’t need to be so fucking dramatic. Now can we just…” He huffed out a frustrated sigh. He didn’t think his brother’s wife to worry Amelia so much. “I’m fucking exhausted, Mel.”
Though unsatisfied with Tommy’s answer, he did look tired. She sighed. “Fine.” She mumbled and laid back down. “Fine…”
~~~~~~~~~~~
“House full of kids.” Polly sighed as Finn came screaming down the stairs with Max hot on his heels. Meanwhile, little Abigail was tottering around the kitchen going back and forth between the women who were having lunch together.
“It’s good fortune, Pol.” Martha, heavily pregnant again, had her feet up on a chair to ease the swelling.
“I think we’ve had enough good fortune for now, so perhaps we hold off on baby number three for a little while, aye?”
Martha and Amelia laughed as the woman sat down with an eye roll.
“Or at least let her have the next child.” Polly waved a hand to Amelia. “Trade off every other.”
“Hm, you’d have to consult Tommy about that one.” Amelia shook her head. “I’m lucky if I even get a kiss goodnight. I only ever see him in the morning, he works so late. The only way we’re having a child is through immaculate conception.”
Martha snickered but Polly looked uneasy. “Have you ever asked him to work less?”
“Pol, honestly, how do you think that would go down?”
“Work should never come first.” Polly insisted. “He’s put off your wedding this long, the least he can do is be there for dinner every night.”
“We both agreed to hold off on the wedding. Max is still too young, and we’re both so busy.” Amelia butted in. “There will be plenty of time for things.”
“I’ll watch Max tonight,” Polly said, not seeming to care for her litany of excuses. “You and Tommy have a nice evening to yourself.
Amelia opened her mouth to protest but Max passed by and appeared delighted in the idea. “Mummy, I stay here with Auntie Pol!?” He exclaimed.
She sighed, it seemed she had been bested. “Yeah, love. You get to have a little sleepover with Finn and Abby, won’t that be fun?” She had a little sliver of hope that he would balk at the idea of spending the night away from her and Tommy.
But that didn’t seem to be the case. The toddler jumped up and down excitedly. “Fun!”
“Very fun.” Polly looked a little smug.
~~~~~~~~~
“Mel?” The apartment was strangely quiet when Tommy came in that night. He’d left work earlier than before, not knowing that Arthur was set up by Polly to get his brother out of the shop as early as he could.
“I’m in the kitchen!” She called back.
He found it so strange that Max hadn’t come bounding in to launch himself at Tommy. “Where’s Max?” He asked as he came into the kitchen.
“He’s staying the night with Polly. She and Martha offered to watch him.” She answered, turning around with a hesitant smile.
“Oh…any reason why?”
“Just to give us a night off, I suspect.” Neither of them had realized they hadn’t been away from Max for a full night in his entire life. Three years of caring for him all day every day just seemed natural. Now the flat seemed so quiet and a bit empty without the rambunctious toddler running around until he wore himself out.
“That was nice of her.” Tommy nodded and went to take off his coat and cap. Now that it was just the two of them, they had the space to consider their relationship of a few years. Neither could deny that the majority of their relationship was centered around Max. It had to be, the little boy took up so much time and energy. They weren’t complaining, they devoted themselves to Max because they loved him.
But they were young and in love. It just took some finesse to have an intimate relationship in such small quarters. At least they weren’t in Six Watery where they first tried to have sex. Max was about eight months old and Amelia had gotten John to watch over the baby while she ‘took a nap’. But their little tryst was interrupted by Ada who wanted some money to go to the candy store with her friends.
Still even just the three of them in their flat, they were worried Max would get nosy. And neither of them wanted to explain what mummy and daddy were up to in bed in the middle of the night.
“Are you hungry?” Amelia asked.
“Let’s go out.” He said spontaneously.
“Are you sure?” Eating out had always been a luxury while growing up in Small Heath. Amelia started to get used to going out to restaurants and pubs when she lived in London, but upon returning to Birmingham she retreated back to her comfort of home cooking.
“Why not? Night to ourselves.” He smiled. “It’ll be fun.” She could see the boyish glint of excitement in his eyes. The prospect of being able to live as young adults for the night without any responsibility seemed enticing. Being the man of the house was nice and all, but everyone needed a little break.
“Okay.” Amelia smiled. “I’ll just get ready then. I’ll only be a mo’.” She promised before heading upstairs with a spring in her step.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Dinner and a couple of drinks felt like a wild night out on the town for the two parents. They enjoyed themselves very much, talking and laughing with one another like they were teenagers again.
“Pol was telling Martha she and John should slow down on having kids.” Amelia giggled. “It was funny.”
“Poor woman’s a saint for putting up with us for so long.” Tommy chuckled and finished his beer. “I’m surprised she hasn’t skipped town yet.”
“Well, she loves you all so much. Why would she?”
He shrugged. “Seems like what some people do.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
Shaking his head, he tried to brush off the conversation. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”
“Tom…” She reached over to touch his hand resting on the table.
He met her eyes for a brief moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “Just haven’t heard from me dad. S’been years, Mel. Max is growing, John’s already got a second child on the way.”
Amelia laced her fingers with his. “Exactly, you’ve all created such a wonderful family and you don’t need your father to solidify that. He doesn’t deserve to be a part of it. Not after what he’s done. I know why you’re sad. I think about my parents every day and wonder if…if maybe they met Max, if they met you, they might change their mind. But I can’t hold out hope for that. I can only focus on the good things that I know for certain. That we have a wonderful little boy and that I have you. That’s enough for me.”
Tommy lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”
“For what?” She smiled softly.
“For just…for understanding me when other people don’t.”
“Oh, Tom, I’ll always be here for you.” She murmured affectionately.
“I know.” He squeezed her hand gently.
“It was funny, Pol was wondering if we had any plans to have a baby any time soon.” She admitted sheepishly.
It might’ve crossed Tommy’s mind a couple of times. But he considered Max as his own that he didn’t really consider the fact that he and Amelia hadn’t conceived a child together. “Well, I guess it’s something to think about.” He agreed.
“Would you want another child?” She asked.
“Think it would be nice for Max to have a brother or sister.” He supposed. “But I can now see Polly’s reason for having him stay the night.” He tossed some money on the table for the bill and stood up. Reaching a hand out to Amelia he gave her a wink. “Ready to enjoy our night alone?”
“Of course, Mr. Shelby.”
~~~~~~~~~~
They hardly made it through the door. It seemed the intimacy they’d been neglecting for so long was no rearing its head, a force to be reckoned with.
At the foot of the stairs, they threw off their coats. Tommy kissed her so hard she stumbled back a bit before grabbing onto his shirt.
Halfway up the stairs, Amelia stopped a step above him, to kiss him again.
At the top of the stairs, she began to undo the buttons of Tommy’s shirt. She giggled softly when he began to undo the buttons of her dress, but cursed when his fingers kept slipping.
So, in love, he was so in love with her.
He captured her lips again and she pulled him into the bedroom.
As Tommy understood, love was something that was hard to find. But he figured that once he found it, it was his to keep and foster. And he knew that was what he would spend the rest of his waking days doing. Loving the woman who was unraveling in his arms as she moaned softly.
The Difference Between Champagne and Rum Part 1 (Alfie Solomons x OFC)
So this was a cute one-shot that came to mind that somehow turned into a mini series. I’ll hopefully have the other parts up soonish (once they are written).
I want to dedicate this piece to the most lovely @evelynshelby for inspiring and encouraging me to write an Alfie piece. (Btw, she has her own incredible stories that you should definitely follow.) This is my first time writing a fanfic piece for Peaky Blinders. I have always been too nervous to attempt it. So let me know if you think I did Alfie justice.
Summary: A young Alfie prepares himself to spend a night in jail. Next thing he know, he is on the run with a blonde angel by his side. Nothing about this night goes as he expected.
Warnings: Some violence, swearing and racial slurs. Just the usual in Peaky Blinders. :)
Words: 5k
~The Difference Between Champagne and Rum~
Part 1- Saved by an Angel
1911
He knew it. Everyone knew it. Bless her, even his own mother knew it. No matter what the Rabbi said. Alfie Solomons’ soul was damned. He was sinful and that would not be changing anytime soon. He easily picked up and wore that mantle though. For it meant there was food on the table for his family and coal to keep them warm in their dilapidated, shoddy apartment. It also meant his younger brother and sister could stay in school and receive a good education. Plus their mum did not have to work sewing till her fingers bled from dawn until midnight. No, his soul was damned but he did not care. He was the man of the house, had been since the age of nine when his father died, and his family came first.
The first time he saw her…he wondered if he might regret missing heaven and all its beautiful creatures. It would be a shame if all the angels looked like her. Perhaps he could amend his ways…later.
Blood ran down from the left side corner of his mouth, leaving the tang of copper and dirt on his tongue. The dull ache from his mid ribs told him that he would have bruises there tomorrow. He would have to keep them hidden from his mum. None of the pain affected him though. None of the blood stopped him. In this moment, he was an invincible force of nature. Even the devil himself would refuse to fight him right now.
He glared down at the bleeding, busted man at his feet, the wrath of all his ancestors fueling his rage. “You want to say that again, you fucking wop?”
The man –teenager really- sneered but wisely kept his tongue behind his teeth.
The lad at his feet was only a year older than himself, just barely an adult, but that did not matter. Not here on the dirty streets of London. Not even when the gang of wop lads outnumbered the few Jewish lads walking back to the shitty apartments of their families. Big fucks little. And a certain Jewish lad promised himself to one day be the boss. To never back down from a fight until everyone feared his name and pissed themselves even thinking about fighting him.
Alfie eyed the seven other Italian lads sprawled out in the back alley in various states of injury or restrainment. Two of his own lads looked injured enough but otherwise no one was dead. Returning his intense gaze to the ringleader at his feet, he cracked his bloody knuckles.
“See here. That’s the thing, innit? You think just coz you got them fuckin’ suits and greased hair, you s’better than us. Mmm? S’fucking disgrace, mate. Me little sister can fight better than you lot.”
“Fuck you, Solomons.” The man spat blood onto Alfie’s shoes.
Alfie kicked the downed man. “S’disgusting, Sabini. Mate, you gotta learn to shut your mouth before shit starts fallin’ out, yeah? Now, I’m gonna…”
“STOP THEM! STOP THOSE BOYS!”
He looked up as several whistles blew, alerting him to the coppers running straight towards them. Rapidly he spun around, already seeing the panicked look on a few of his lads’ faces. He guessed these coppers were probably paid off by the Sabini family, so the Italian lads would be seen as the victims or get a slap on the wrists while the Jewish lads would be thrown in jail at least overnight if not a couple of days.
“Ishmael, Natan, get the lads! Get ‘em to the warehouse!” Alfie barked out, eyeing the inevitable situation. He was not afraid. This would not be his first time in handcuffs or in jail. At the rate it was going, probably not his last time either. He would make sure they remembered his name though.
Fists clenched at his sides, he stood perfectly still, like a statue made from stone- unmoving, unrelenting, fearless and determined. Only his icy stare betrayed the whirlwind of emotions seething underneath his skin. He waited for them. As a predator eyeing the unsuspecting prey approaching, he remained fixed amongst the Italian boys he had just been fighting. To any outsider he appeared Ares, the god of war, his victims laying at his feet.
Once the coppers tried to arrest him, to make him surrender…the whirlwind of fire was released. He attacked, doling out several solid punches to those in uniform. They would never forget his name. They fought back with their batons, meeting his bloodied fists. Red clouded his vision. Moments blurred as he held his own. At one point he laughed, cocky and brash. Youth and vengeance fueling his rage.
Eventually, it took four grown men to slam him on the ground and handcuff him. The rocks and debris scrapped the side of his face. He sputtered as a fresh wave of blood filled his mouth when one of the coppers kicked him in the stomach. Cursing colorfully in Russian, he remained down…for now. From what he could see, it looked like the lads had gotten away. Two coppers were trying to wrestle two different wops down and arrest them also. The rest were pulling the Italian lads up against a nearby wall to assess their injuries.
“Move it, boy.” A gruff voice commanded him, dragging him up and towards a nearby brick building across the alley from the Italian boys. Smart man to separate them. He hit the wall, none to gently, and slide down to sit, his back resting against the coarseness of the brick. It tugged at his coat. Sweat soaked through his shirt underneath with flecks of blood splattered sporadically. Whose blood though was the ultimate question. Through half-hooded lids, he watched the coppers and the Italian lads while resting and assessing his own injuries. His ribs rebelled their current position. At least one or two of his knuckles felt busted. The trickle of pooling blood in his mouth made him think he cut his inner check. A new throbbing came from his temple. He could not remember if someone got a hit in or it was where the force of impact from being slammed to the ground originated. The boss would be fucking livid with him. So would his mum. Honestly, he was unsure which was more terrifying when yelling at him.
Opening his eyes to blink away any sweat and blood trickling down, he shifted slightly, the brick digging into his back. That was when he saw her. An absolute angel on earth. Casually walking, as if for a relaxing stroll in the park, she came closer in that dirty back alley. A copper walked close by her, a hand on her elbow as if to guide her. Alfie would not tear his eyes away from her. Never in his seventeen years had he seen anything he could truly label gorgeous or breath-taking. Yet this creature of light did not waver like a flame or mirage. No, she strolled with her head raised proudly, a pout to her full lips with an almost bored look. Her long, blonde hair glowed under the dingy streetlamps, casting a halo around her face, highlighting her delicate features. What made her stand out even more was the party dress and heels that seemed more appropriate for an aristocratic event or a club than the dank back alley full of blood, sweat and piss. Her dress was purple with a sweetheart neckline, lace just barely covering her exposed shoulders and ending mid-shin. Everything about her screamed wealth and posh. Still he could not hate her. It would be like hating a field of sunflowers or a dazzling morning sunrise. His eyes traced her lithe, feminine form and he swallowed subconsciously. There was no way she was older than him, but her silhouette left no doubt that she was a beautiful woman and not a pretty girl.
Once they got close enough, she softly said something to the officer escorting her then without waiting for a response, strutted towards Alfie. Each step she took in his direction, the dirt, blood and sweat felt amplified on his skin and clothes. He could not move nor speak, his mind having lost all function in her wake.
Friendly-like, as if they had known each other for years, she knelt down at his side. Apparently uncaring of the grime in the alley. Her emerald green eyes sparkled like a priceless gem. Quickly she pulled a handkerchief from her small clutch and tenderly dabbed away the blood at his temple, cheek and mouth. No one had touched him this gently outside of his mother and siblings. Unconsciously he leaned into her touch, the handkerchief against his skin.
“Looks like you were in a right, proper fight. I almost feel sorry for the other guy.”
“Naw, don’t be, love. Those wops asked for it.”
“Did they?” She glanced over her shoulder at the others against the opposite wall of that alley. “What did they do?”
“Looked at me funny, right? Can’t ‘ave none of that.” He was not actually going to tell her the wops started yelling racial slurs across the street at him and his lads and making comments about how their mothers spread their legs for anyone. No, he would play it off.
“Well, serves them right then. Looks like they probably needed some dirt on those clean suits and shoes.” Turning back, she winked at him then continued her cleaning, ignoring the rest of the chaos surrounding them. It truly felt like being in the eye of a storm. Nothing and no one else around mattered. All he could see, feel and sense was the angel before him. Even her touch was delicate as she cleaned up his face. Not once did he wince, but that could just be from his mind unable to focus on anything besides her.
“Are you injured badly?” She asked, keeping her voice low as her eyes found his in the gloom.
“No. ‘M fine.”
“Ever been to jail?”
He definitely was not expecting that question from her. “Yeah…yeah, I have.”
She hummed, seeming unsurprised. “Have fun?”
“Oh yeah, fucking best day of me life. Champagne and dancing to fill the night, yeah?”
She laughed, and in that moment he decided that was his favorite sound on this planet. It was robust and sweet, her head tipped back and eyes crinkled. “Well I would hate to take away that pleasure from you but I was wondering if you wanted to get away. I mean these officers are lovely and all but I would not mind a stroll under the moonlight. What do you think? Want to escort me?”
“Love, I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go, yeah?”
A smile burst forth, brilliant as a supernova and filled Alfie with a fire he had never experienced before. Sure he understood the fire of anger and wrath, it helped fuel him in the fights he got into. This though… this fire seeped deep into him like a brand made on his bones that warmed him from head to toes.
“Cheeky. I’m going to hug you but do not move from that position. Wait for my signal, got it?”
He nodded, mouth dry. What the bloody hell was happening? Wait, he would get her dirty with all the filth on him. Before he could protest, she shifted and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. The scent of lavender filled his senses, making him subconsciously take a deep breath. Was it a perfume she wore? Was it just infused into her skin? It did not matter, he wanted to drown in her scent and never resurface. Her lips were next to his ear, her breasts pressed against his chest, her warm breath ticking the hairs on his neck. It was too much. This angel, a being of light, was creating quite sinful images in his mind. Awful, beautiful, wicked scenarios that entailed her pearly white skin laid bare beneath him. All the blood in his body rushed south and suddenly he felt lightheaded, unsure if it was her intoxicating scent and proximity or his bodily reaction and blood loss. It felt so wrong. His soul was damned, blackened by his choices. Yet he yearned for her like he never had before for anyone or anything.
Both a moment and an eternity later, he heard a faint click coming from behind him. With that she leaned back, but not before dragging a single finger slowly down his jawline. That simple touch sent shivers down his spine.
“What’s your name?”
“Alfie. Alfie Solomons.”
“I’ll be right back, Alfie. Stay here.”
With an astounding amount of grace, she rose from kneeling next to him. Casually she strolled over to the copper who had guided her initially into the alley. He had been speaking with two other coppers standing near the Italian lads. During their strange interaction, Alfie had actually forgotten about the fucking wops and coppers, too entranced by her. Now looking around he could see some of the coppers walking away with the other lads while others stood around surveying the area. He counted at least six coppers in current view. Four too many to all be informally patrolling together. Did someone tip them off to the fight? Were they waiting? Questions swarmed in his mind. At least the Jewish lads got away. They were lucky this time.
Twisting his hands, he froze. The handcuffs no longer strangled his wrists. Actually they felt loose…a quick shake and they practically fell off. That was what she had done when embracing him? Now a new set of questions swarmed like a crazed flock of pigeons in his mind. How? Why? If anything, his respect for her grew…and his curiosity. This was clearly not her first time getting out of handcuffs. She was an enigma. A posh girl who could break someone out of handcuffs in seconds. Glancing to his left, he noticed her small clutch lay on the ground near him. Was this a sign of trust or manipulation?
Overall his rational mind continued to scream ‘what is happening?’ for nothing about tonight was going as expected.
A couple minutes later, she sashed over to the four Italian lads sitting against the far wall and began chatting with them. One, with a black eye, said something and winked making her giggle shyly. A jealous rage crept upon Alfie. Who the fuck did those wops think they were talking to his angel? They were lucky they were all handcuffed because if even one tried to touch her, he would kill the sod…and make it fucking biblical worthy. He continued to watch with growing ire as she laughed and talked with them for several minutes. It took every ounce of self-control to remain where he was and continue the pretense of being handcuffed still.
Finally, she rubbed one of the lads’ shoulders in farewell while making a comment that caused them to laugh or snicker before she returned to his side.
“Nice fuckin’ chat you have there, yeah? Makin’ new friends?”
She sat on the ground next to him, brushing her hair over her shoulder, it easily reaching her mid-back. “Patience, sweetheart, patience. All part of the plan.”
“Plan, eh? That’s the thing, now, innit? I’m not much for patience. Too restless, me mum says, asking too many questions, yeah.”
“I promise I’ll make it worth your time.” She purred out, a glint in her eyes.
His trousers suddenly felt a little tighter. “Oh yeah? Care to share with the class?”
“Now where is the fun in that?”
“You ain’t gonna get me shot, right? That s’fucking pain and would ruin me night.”
“As long as you can keep up.” She deadpanned then glanced over at the other lads, keeping her voice lowered. “You know these streets?”
“Yeah.”
“At the signal, we run. You can get us away from here.”
“Yeah, yeah.” They sat in poised silence for a long moment. He unashamedly took the time to admire her beside him. She was too clean, too pristine to be from anywhere around here. Hell, it looked like she bathed regularly which honestly was uncommon where he was from. She certainly had weaned at the bosom of wealth and continued to be nurtured by it. So why was she here? Why did the coppers have her? Why was she so desperate to get away from them? “What’s your name?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She winked, fiddling with the hemline on her dress.
“Ah, come on, love.”
“I saw you fight the police men.” She abruptly changed topics. “I have never seen anyone fight like that before. I bet you could box in the rings if you wanted.”
“Yeah? Just somethin’ you learn on the streets, right? Not much to it. I’ve always been broader and stronger than most lads, yeah, so I guess it is easier. Me grandfather taught me some.”
“Well, I found it incredible to watch.”
A second later, a commotion had him whipping his head up in time to see the Italian lads leaping up and running down the alley, some faster than others. The coppers immediately started after them, yelling and blowing their whistles. Chaos suddenly ruling the alley.
He guessed that was the signal.
Leaping to his feet and ignoring the sharp pain in his ribs at the movement, he grabbed her hand. Within the span of a heartbeat, they were racing away from the commotion. Adrenaline coursed through him, helping him forget the aches, pain and fatigue from the fights that night. A shout sounded from behind but neither one of their steps faltered. At the end of the alley, still holding her hand, he pulled her left into a different back alley. He kept his ears open for shouts and whistles, eyes open for coppers and any of those wops looking for revenge. He knew this town, these streets like his own name. They were a part of him, as much as his own blood and bones. He both loathed and loved them. They made him who he was. Yet he promised himself to rise above the poverty dragging its inhabitants down. He would rule this place. Fuck anyone who tried to stop him.
After at least ten minutes of running, he pulled her behind a local dress shop. The streetlamps could not pierce the gloom behind the store, making it perfect for hiding out. Plus there was usually a couple boxes laying around to sit on and it did not smell nearly as bad as the butcher shop just down the street. He pushed her against the wall and pressed himself beside her. Both of them gasping for breath, chests heaving. A glance at her surprised him. A brilliant smile shown, illuminating her face. As if sensing his gaze, she turned her head to meet his eyes. He could not help returning the smile.
“Think…we are…safe?” She asked between deep breaths, eyes still locked on his.
“Yeah.” Her smile turned mischievous as her breathing began to even out. “You seemed to know right where to go. I’m suspecting you have done this once or twice.”
“Once or twice. But you, fuckin’ hell. Gettin’ me outta those handcuffs. You do that often?”
“Once or twice.”
He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. This girl, this angel, was nothing like he had ever met before. Standing next to her now, he realized the top of her head just reached his chin, even in those little kitten heels she wore. For some odd reason, that realization made him smile.
“Is St. Mark’s church far from here?”
Raising an eyebrow, he smirked. “That where you’re supposed to be, innit?”
She shoved him, playfully. “Well is it?”
“No, not far. Come on, love. I’ll walk ya there meself. Can’t have you wanderin’ and gettin’ lost, yeah?” He chuckled at her glare before she just rolled her eyes. Pushing off the brick wall, he was surprised when her hand shot out to grab his arm.
“Wait.”
“S’alright? Need to catch your breath?”
Then the completely unexpected happened. He knew to the very marrow of his bones that he would never be the same again.
She roughly tugged him closer before raising up on her toes and pressing her lips against his. Immediately a heat wave shot through him. Without thinking, his body moved on its own accord. He was too focused on the delicious taste of her pouty lips, that entrancing scent of lavender dancing around her, and her body pressed against his. His hands automatically sought out her hips, backing her against the dirty, brick wall to further press himself against her. A slow sweep of her tongue had him open his mouth on a moan which then allowed their tongues to fight for dominance. Her hands moved from his neck upward into his hair, alternating between fisting it to force him closer and scraping his scalp with her nails. Sure he had kissed a couple of girls before, he was a seventeen-year-old hot blooded male. None of those times even came close to this moment. This kiss that would forever ruin him for any other woman. This was heaven in its bliss and hell in its torment. He ached to get closer, to taste more of her, to hear her breathe out his name. With each moment, every touch and continued molding of their lips, she burned further into him, like a drug he would never fully be able to escape.
Finally their lips unlocked, lungs demanding air. Panting with swollen, bruised lips, they stared at one another caught up in the moment of passion and fire. A whole brigade of coppers could have come marching down the alley and he would not have noticed.
“Do this often?”
“Once or twice.” He teased back, his ego inflated at seeing her look as wrecked as he felt. Apparently his kiss and touch affected her just as much as hers did to him.
She laughed, eyes sparkling in the dimness. “Still wanting to escort me?”
“Love, you ain’t gettin’ away from me now.”
Reluctantly he pulled away from her. All he wanted to do was continue kissing her, breathing her in and never let her go. Yet reality demanded something very different. It was obvious she was in a far different class from himself, something he would never achieve. He picked up her clutch that had been dropped on the ground during their snogging. Together, they stepped out of the alley and into the deserted street, heading south towards the church.
“You stopped bleeding.”
“Mmm? Oh yeah.” He touched his temple where there was certainly a cut. “I didn’t get none on you, right? Don’t wanna get any dirt or blood on you, keep you from being all dolled up.”
“I am fine. That stuff never bothered me anyway.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. A posh lady not bothered by blood and dirt? She certainly was turning into a class all of her own…and he did not mind at all.
“What? Stop looking at me like that.”
“You’re the oddest lady I ‘ave ever met.” He teased.
“Excuse you!” She shoved him away, causing him to laugh as he stumbled several steps over dramatically. “See if I ever kiss you again, making fun of me like that. Plain rude is what that is.”
Swiftly moving back to her side, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She refused to meet his eyes until he tipped her chin up with his hand. “Awww…come on, love. I was just teasin’ you a bit is all. I like you. Never been into girls scared of gettin’ their hands dirty meself. End up bein’ too much fuckin’ work, yeah, they are.”
A soft smile graced her lips. “Well, I would hate to be that.”
“Forgive me? I can get down on my knees right here if that’s what you want. I’ll sing a song for you, but you might think a damn cat is dyin’. Probably best if I don’t. Scare you away, yeah.”
She laughed, eyes crinkling. “I forgive you.” She pressed a quick peck to his mouth before sliding out of his arms to continue walking side by side.
“Do I get to learn who you are now?”
“Oh, I am no one interesting. Just a simple lady out on a stroll.”
Scoffing, he nudged her shoulder with his. “That’s the biggest fuckin’ lie I’ve ever ‘eard. A fancy, posh girl like yourself is never a ‘simple lady’, yeah? So, what’s your name?”
“Perhaps I do not want to be her tonight.” She sighed, looking up at the stars as if to distance herself from reality. A feeling Alfie understood all too well. She continued, her voice just a whisper in the night. “Perhaps I want to be someone different…someone else before society forces me to put the mask back on...to pretend for the sake of family and reputation that I am someone I am not. My apologies. I am rambling. It does not matter. Tis not your problem.”
He stopped, moving to stand in front of her. The depth of despair in her words made his heart clench. The whole night she had eluded an aura of authority, confidence and, truthfully, a sex appeal. Now though, whatever wall she protected herself with dropped for a moment. She tried to move around him but he gripped her upper arms gently yet firmly until she looked up at him. Those emerald eyes held him, curiosity and hesitation warring in their depths. Ever so gently he ran a knuckle down her cheek before tracing her lips with the tip of his finger. A piece of his mind imaging their passionate snogging was only a figment of his imagination.
“Look at me, love. You’ll never be a ‘simple lady’ coz you s’fuckin’ something else, right? You can break outta handcuffs faster than most men take a piss. Then you outrun coppers in those kitten heels all while laughing like a fuckin’ lunatic. But hell, maybe all posh ladies are like that where you are from, yeah? Scarin’ the shit outta normal lads but not me, no, love, you’re stuck with me now.”
With a blossoming smile on her lips, his self-control ran out. Bending down slightly, he kissed her. This kiss was slow and soft, a caress of lips and intermingling breaths. He broke it, placing his forehead against hers. “So, who do you wanna be tonight?”
“Either no one of consequence just out enjoying a stroll…”
He snorted. That was him every day.
“…or a king and queen, looking down on our kingdom.”
With a flourish, he bowed, probably not properly in anyway but it made her laugh. Then standing up, he quickly pulled his long black coat off and draped it over her shoulder. The goosebumps and faint shivers had not gone unnoticed while he held her. She giggled, giving him a proper curtsy while wearing his coat as a robe, looking more regal than she should.
“Your majesty, your carriage waits for you.”
Her smile was brighter than the full moon and stars above. Still giggling, she wrapped an arm through his. “My king, you are truly too kind.”
“Naw, that’s what us fuckin’ proper royal people do, yeah?”
They both laughed as they strolled down the darkened, dirty streets. Their conversation steered clear of anything too personal. Both enjoyed this pretend game, being someone else if even just for a little while. They talked about what they would do to make the city better, complained about the particular subjects that annoyed them, how many dogs and horses they each wanted, and where their summer getaway should be. On more than once occasion, they stole kisses from one another, some chaste and some not so much.
Yet like the clock striking midnight and the spell being broken, their time neared its end as they approached St. Mark’s church. Ahead, Alfie could see several cars lined up on the street. Their drivers standing around smoking and talking, waiting for those inside. The cars and drivers screamed wealth, far more than common in Camden Town.
“I can go from here. Thank you for walking me.”
“You sure? I don’t mind none, love.”
She slipped his coat off her shoulders before handing it over. “Thank you, Alfie. This was far more fun than I have had in a long time.”
“Will I see you again?” The words came blurting out without his permission but he did not regret asking. He desperately wanted to see her again.
“I hope so. I truly do.”
“Wait, I still don’t know your name. That’s not quite fair, innit? I mean, when I first saw you, I thought to meself, there, now there’s a fuckin’ angel.” He reached out a hand and twirled a lock of blonde hair around his finger. “Pretty damn sure you’re the most beautiful thing on this fuckin’ earth, yeah? And I’ve seen the ocean before, Margate yeah, but its nothin’ compared to you.” Where the words came from he was unsure but they poured forth on their own. As if knowing their time was over, he wanted her to remember him, even if it was for blubbering like a simpleton. He hoped she would not forget him like he would never forget her.
Taking a step closer, she kissed him once again, cupping his cheeks. “Call me that. I’ll see you around, Alfie. I do not think this is good-bye. Not for us.”
Before he could respond, she twirled around and walked towards the cars, gliding like a phantom from a dream. It did not take long for the men to notice her, one in particular coming to her side. After a minute of talking, he walked next to her up the stairs of the church then disappeared into the light after opening the doors.
Alfie stood rooted in the shadows for longer than necessary. It was foolish to linger, he knew that, but his body felt immobile. His eyes glued to those doors he would never pass through. Finally with a huff and curse, he tugged his coat back on and turned away. His walk home would be long for St. Mark’s was in the opposite direction of his mum’s shit apartment. It was worth it though. With each step, the lingering hint of lavender drifted off his coat. A reminder of the only other person besides himself to wear it. His feet were on autopilot for his mind could not stop ruminating on the blonde beauty with gemstone eyes. An angel on earth.
On the barren street under the moonlight and flickering streetlamps, Alfie prayed for the first time in years. He prayed to see her again. That whatever fate brought them together would not desert them now. He needed her light in the dark world he inhabited. He wanted once again to hold and kiss his angel.
Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.
Part 10: Tommy gives Amelia a promise and Amelia talks to John about love.
//I cannot for the life of me remember if I gave Amelia a last name. And if I did, I can't find it. So if anyone remembers me writing a last name, you get fifty bonus stars.
Things were fine for a bit. Amelia put all her effort into looking after Max. Tommy worked pretty much all day and then some nights he’d be at meetings with Greta and Freddie. At night, he gave Amelia a rest from Max, making sure the baby was taken care of. He was growing accustomed to sleepless nights, even when Max started sleeping through the whole night. He would often stay up for hours, writing, planning. He would stay up at his desk near Max’s cot, squinting to see in the dim light. Usually, both Amelia and their son would sleep through it. Sometimes she would complain and tell Tommy to come to bed. He said he would but instead, went downstairs so she could go back to sleep peacefully.
There never seemed to be enough hours in the day. Tommy’s mind was always whirring with things. With everything going so well, he began to feel invincible. And inevitably, pushed his luck too far.
One morning, when Max was six months and spring was just beginning to bloom, John came bursting in through the door.
“Tom’s been arrested!” He shouted, breathless from his sprint back home.
“What?” Amelia startled and turned to Polly who was looking after Max.
“Jesus.” The woman sighed and handed Max back to Amelia.
“What happened?” Amelia questioned John.
“We were at the bullring and some coppers came up and arrested him!” John was wide-eyed. Police weren’t something the Shelbys were unfamiliar with. Often times, Arthur Sr. would be tossed in jail for the night due to petty theft or disorderly conduct due to drinking. Arthur and Tommy learned to not trust the police officers from their father and would sometimes tease local officers they knew well. But neither of them had ever been jailed. Usually, they were given a warning or marched home to be scolded by their mother. But now that they were older, and the things they were getting into, it was only a matter of time before law enforcement took notice.
“On what charges?” Polly asked, the more level-headed of the three in the room. She’d been cleaning up after Shelby messes for years and knew the drill.
“I dunno.”
“Pol, what do we do?” Amelia held Max close.
“I’ll handle it.” She promised and went to get her coat. “Stay here with the boys. Don’t answer the door for anyone.”
Gripped with fear, Amelia nodded. She trusted Polly. Trusted her to know what to do in dark times.
John prided himself in being as tough as his brothers even though he was younger. But Tommy’s arrest had greatly shaken him up. He always thought his older brothers were invincible. That’s how they acted. No one could touch them. But seeing the police wrestle Tommy to the ground and put handcuffs on him was too much.
Amelia could see the fear in the teenager’s eyes. “Are you hungry, John?” She did her best to try and have some normalcy. There was no need to panic yet. Polly could handle everything.
John shook his head.
“Okay. Could you hold Max for me for a mo’?” She wondered. “I just have to grab something upstairs.”
He nodded and walked over to take the baby from her arms. He sat down at the kitchen table, quietly cradling Max.
“Thank you.” Amelia gently touched his shoulder before heading upstairs. There wasn’t anything she needed to grab. She just needed a moment to collect her thoughts. She locked herself in the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. This couldn’t be the direction their life was going. She would not tolerate Tommy flitting in and out of jail. He promised her he would be there for her and especially for Max. She didn’t want there to come a time when Max was old enough to know what was going on. When he asked why daddy wasn’t coming home.
No, Amelia would much rather be on her own than live through that.
~~~~~~~~~
As Polly expected, it wasn’t too difficult to get Tommy out of jail. He’d only been taken in because Danny had gotten in a scuffle with the police. They’d gotten Danny and locked him up for a day but Tommy, who was present, had given them the slip.
Polly waited as they released Tommy who looked disgruntled. But that was nothing compared to the icy glare from his aunt.
“Pol…”
“Don’t.” She jabbed a finger at him. “You are marching home right now and apologizing to your poor brother. He was in a state seeing you get arrested. And Amelia too. You made a promise to her, Thomas, you cannot run around like some common street criminal. Be better.” She urged before striding off back to Watery Lane.
Tommy sighed and followed behind her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amelia was upstairs when Tommy and Polly returned. John and Ada were looking after Max who was contently sleeping in his bassinette in the kitchen.
“Tom!” John looked beyond relieved when he saw his brother walk through the door.
“Hello, hello.” Tommy let his sister hug him tightly.
“John said you got arrested!” Ada said. “I thought we’d never see you again.”
“S’alright. I’m sorry for causing a fuss.” He said. “John, you shouldn’t have seen that, that was my fault.”
John nodded. “I knew you’d be alright.” He said, trying to maintain his image as a Shelby boy. He didn’t want his brother to know that he was just as scared as Ada was.
“Where’s Mel?” Tommy asked when Ada finally let go of him.
“Upstairs,” John answered.
Polly nodded. “I’ll watch the baby.”
Tommy headed up to the bedroom, knocking a couple of times before Amelia let him in. She embraced him.
“Tom, for fuck’s sake. I was so worried.” She gasped.
“It’s okay.” He promised and hugged her back.
“What happened? Why were you arrested?”
“Something to do with Danny, it was just a little mishap.” He assured her. “Nothing big. They didn’t charge me with anything.”
“Christ, Tommy, you can’t play these games.” She warned but still wouldn’t let go of him. “You know how the police are, you can’t keep attracting their interest or they’ll never leave you alone.”
“It’s alright, Mel. It’s over.” He felt her push him away, much to his surprise.
“That’s all it ever is with you, isn’t it? It’s fine. It’s done. It’ll be alright. That’s all you ever say to me anymore!” She moved away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. “You keep promising me all these nice things, that you’ll always be there for me and always be there for Max. Then what happens? You’re arrested! And I can’t imagine this will be the last time.”
“Mel…”
“I hear things, Tommy, I hear what people are saying about you. What they’re calling you and Arthur and Danny an-and everyone else. You think this is right?”
Tommy ran a hand over his face, exhausted by the day. He sat down with a heavy groan. “Mel-”
“The police don’t care, they’ll keep locking you up and then you’ve broken your promise to me and Max because you won’t have been there for us.” She paced the small room. “Is that what you want? You have so much potential, Tommy. You’re so much more than this. I don’t want you to rot away. I don’t want this city to make you some low-life like your father!”
“Oi!” Tommy shouted as she had hit a nerve. He stood up and grabbed her arm to stop her from pacing. “I am not my fucking father. I will never be him. You say I have potential, yeah? Think I can just go out and make money like those fuckers in London, aye? They’ve got blue blood, they were born with money, Mel. I can’t make money the way they do. You’d have me go work in the factories? Fourteen-hour shifts every day? I could work all day and all night for the rest of me life and never make enough money to keep food on the table.”
Amelia had tears in her eyes. “You don’t understand, I don’t care about money. I will be happy with whatever I have at the end of the day as long as I have you and Max. I don’t want you to end up in prison or killed because you want money. I will suffer and starve if it means keeping you safe.”
He let go of her arm, shaking his head. “I won’t. I won’t starve and I won’t fucking suffer. Not anymore.”
Amelia wiped her eyes. “So, I’m meant to wait for the call one day that you’ve been found killed?”
“That won’t happen…”
“You don’t know that!” She shouted. “You can’t control life, Tommy. If you go looking for trouble, you’ll bloody well find it eventually!”
He went to his desk and pulled out a few pieces of paper. “See that.” He pointed forcefully.
Amelia shook her head, not even willing to look. She felt like she’d been made a fool of by trusting him.
“Five years.” He thumped his hand on the desk. “Five years and we’ll be legitimate. We’ll have a license; we’ll be operated legally. The money will come and there will be no need for worry about coppers.”
“Those are just words.”
“It’s my promise, Mel.” He cupped her cheeks so she would look at him. “Five years isn’t too long. I’ll be careful and nothing will happen. I may get nicked a few times but I’ll always be home for you the same day. Five years and we’ll be able to get a house and send Max to a proper school.” He wiped some of her tears away. “And if by five years I haven’t kept my promise, I’ll give you all the savings I have so you can have your own life with Max.”
She sniffled and knotted her fingers in his hair. “You think it would be so easy to walk away from you?”
Tommy sighed and wrapped his arms around her, letting her bury herself in his chest. He knew it would be impossible to walk away from her and Max, so he could assume she felt the same way. “Five years won’t be long.” He promised. “After that, we’ll have everything we could ever want.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey, Mel?”
“Mhm?”
Both John and Amelia were sharing a very rare quiet dinner together. Arthur and Tommy were working late in the shop while Polly cared after Finn and Ada who had both come down with a nasty cold.
Now fifteen, John was starting to grow into himself. No longer was he the little boy who was trying so desperately to be like his big brothers. He was growing and his voice had deepened a bit as well. It was odd because Amelia had hazy memories of seeing John as an infant. To see him grow so fast was alarming. It made her think of Max, hoping that time wouldn’t pass by so quickly with him.
“How d’you know when you love someone?” He asked. Of course, it was a question the teenager would never ask his brothers. And, his baby sister would only tease him too. Polly wouldn’t be much help either. So, it seemed that the only confidante he had was Amelia, who he always looked at as an older sister.
“Well, I suppose it isn’t easy to really know right away.” Amelia wasn’t that surprised about the conversation. She could recall being young and only thinking about romance and going steady with someone. Of course, that someone was usually Tommy. Although there was a small stint of time when he fell out of favor with her for a forgotten reason, and she chose to fantasize about George Connelly. Yet, it was Tommy’s initials she carved next to hers on the stone bridge by the canal.
She was so lovesick for him. But in all reality, she wasn’t sure she really knew what love was at that point. “It should be someone you know very well. Someone you get along with.”
John gave her a look. “Of course.”
She smiled. “Well, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just a gut feeling.”
He seemed a bit dismayed by the vague response. “I think I’m in love.” He confided.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Bloody stupid, Martha Boswell.” He muttered, disgruntled that he had developed feelings for the girl who had tormented him practically his entire life.
“Do you think she feels the same way?” Amelia wondered. She couldn’t help but think how all-knowing Polly was. She must’ve known right from the start that the two were made for each other, just like she said she knew about her and Tommy.
John got a little sheepish. “Yeah, we kissed at the fair. We’ve been writing back ‘n forth.” He admitted.
“Then why are you so concerned about labeling things? Why can’t you just write back and forth and see where it takes you?”
He grimaced. “’Cause her mum wants her to get married to this boy. But she says she doesn’t want to marry him. I said I could ask her mum if we could get married instead.”
“Oh, John, you two are awfully young.” Amelia hesitated at the idea. Even if they were meant to be together, they should have the right to let the relationship grow organically, not have it forced on them.
“I know.” He muttered. “But I don’t want to have her marry some other prick.” He seemed saddened at the idea of letting her go.
“Maybe…maybe you can talk to Polly about talking to Martha’s mum.” She offered. “Arrange something more…reasonable.”
He perked up a bit at the idea. “Would you talk to Pol with me?”
Amelia nodded. “Of course. Let’s talk to her when Finn and Ada get a bit better.”
John smiled. “Thanks, Mel.”
The doors between the flat and the shop opened and Tommy came in looking tired. He tousled John’s hair and gave Amelia a kiss on the cheek. “Finn ‘n Ada getting better?” He asked.
Amelia could sense some frustration or stress in his voice. “They’re still coughing a lot.” She answered. “Why don’t you eat something? I can make you a plate.” She offered.
His eyes were wandering aimlessly around the room, not fully paying attention to her. “No, not right now, thanks.”
Nervous something was wrong; Amelia tried a different route. “Do you want to take a walk with me?”
He nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He agreed and helped her stand up. “John, could you look after Max for a bit?”
After Amelia had helped him out, he nodded. “Okay.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
After they bundled up, Tommy and Amelia headed out into the cold winter night. He held her hand as they walked silently for a bit. Amelia wordlessly led him down to the canal, down beneath the bridge.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing.”
“Tom, tell me.” She urged.
He finally looked at her. “I’m just a little stressed.” He admitted.
She guided him over to the stones, searching a bit before she found the telltale marker. “Look.” She pointed to the carving she’d made over five years ago.
TS+AM
“You made that?” Of course, he could recognize their initials instantly.
“When we were twelve, thirteen, maybe.” She explained. “I just…I wanted you to know that you mean more to me than I think you realize. I need you to know how much I care for you.”
Tommy nodded. “I know.” He said softly before leaning down to kiss her. Her lips were cold from the wintery air but soon warmed.
Amelia could only imagine how thrilled her younger self would be had she known this was her future. Kissing Tommy Shelby by the canal just as it started to snow.
They parted but he kept her close, savoring in her warmth among the chill. “Will you marry me?” He asked quietly.
“What?” She found his eyes.
He dropped a hand from her cheek so he could reach into his coat pocket, pulling out a diamond ring. It was modest, but for Small Heath, it might’ve been the Hope Diamond.
Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. “Tom…how did…where did you get this?”
“I’ve been saving, since right before Max was born. I’ve wanted this well…ever since you came back.” He let out a shy laugh. “I saw you there and realized how much I still loved you after all those years. I just know that I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, Tommy.” She gasped and kissed him deeply.
“So, will you?” He asked between breaths.
“Yes, yes, of course.” She agreed vehemently before pulling him back to her and kissing him again.
Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.
Part 9: The subject of family is very fragmented in the Shelby household, but it doesn’t mean it can’t be repaired and maintained.
“There he is, grown-up and responsible Tommy. A family man now, aye?” Barney Thompson grabbed Tommy the second he came into the betting shop and put him in a headlock to rile him up. “You ain’t gonna be fun, anymore are ya, Tom?”
“We’ll have Mel walking up and down the streets of Birmingham all hours of the night looking for him.” Danny laughed. “She’ll drag him home by the ear.”
Tommy shoved Barney off and punched him in the arm.
“Eh, Barney’s just jealous ‘cause he could never get a girl to even look his way.” Arthur used the newspaper in his hand to smack the young man.
“How do the numbers look today?” Tommy asked, leaning over to glance at the ledgers.
“Going well, Greta’s outside waiting for you though. I told her you’d be down soon.” His brother answered.
He frowned. “Did she say what it was about?”
Arthur just shrugged.
Curious, Tommy stepped outside of the shop where Greta Jurossi was waiting for him. She looked up at him with a polite smile.
“I heard your son was born last week.”
Tommy nodded. Despite the inconsistent timelines, it was generally accepted by everyone except close family and friends that Tommy was the biological father of Max. It made things easier and, in a way, it drew attention from Amelia’s past. He wanted to protect her from any ruthless comments, like the ones she got from her parents in London. If he had to take the heat for having a child out of wedlock, then he would do that. But he had a feeling that people in Birmingham were wise enough to know not to bring it up.
“What did you name him?”
“Max,” Tommy answered. “After a friend of Amelia’s.”
“Such a cute name.” She glanced down at the paper in her hand. “Well, I hate to bother you, I know you’re probably busy with him and everything else.” She unfolded the newspaper and handed it to him.
“What is this?”
“Information about the revolution that’s going to happen in Russia. They want to overthrow the monarchy, let the government be run by the people, for the people.”
Tommy wasn’t overly optimistic, even in his younger years. He’d seen enough hardship to know that the world wasn’t fair. “Is that so?” He took the paper from her. It appeared to be somewhat of an organization’s print instead of a national newspaper. He scanned the first few lines. “And you think they’ll be able to pull it off.”
“They have the people’s support.” Greta shrugged. “I suppose it’s a bit what we’re looking for, isn’t it?”
He glanced up at her. “We’re looking for better working conditions and labor laws.” He reminded her as if she’d forgotten what she’d dedicated so much time and effort toward.
“And that can be accomplished by allowing the people to decide what’s best. Not those who are wealthy who’ve never worked a day in the factories. Who’ve never lived in the slums.”
He nodded. It made sense. His sense of justice and integrity was all for it. “What can I do?” He asked.
“You’re causing a stir in Birmingham.” She noted. “Everyone’s talking about the betting shop and the caps. The name’s caught on, by the way. The Peaky Blinders.”
“Are they afraid of us?” Tommy folded up the paper to hand back to her.
“No. At least, not the people here who need you. I think they’re sick of waiting for the Commons to make things better. They see you as a man of the people. They want you to succeed. Don’t you see, Tom? You’re the right person to make this happen. You have the skills to gain influence.”
A soft wailing sound from an open window upstairs carried down to the street. Tommy felt conflicted. He had tried to assure Amelia that he would make things better for everyone. If he gained influence and power was he better than any of the men sitting in the Commons? Would that give his son a better life?
“I’ll be at the next meeting.” He promised her. “I’ll let you know what I think.”
She smiled hopefully. “Thanks, Tommy. And good luck with the baby.” She stepped back from the betting shop. As she went to walk away, she coughed into a handkerchief.
~~~~~~~~~
Tommy returned to the betting shop and found Amelia had come downstairs. Arthur was holding Max looking like a proud uncle. The baby boy had stopped crying and looked content in his arms. It made sense. Arthur had basically raised all of his siblings.
Amelia had a smile on her face but it looked partly forced. When she saw Tommy walk in, it faded slightly. Tommy was worried she had overheard his conversation with Greta.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” She asked.
“Uh…sure.” Tommy ignored the snickering from the rest of the men as he followed Amelia into the kitchen. He closed the curtain shut. “You trust them with Max?”
“You don’t?”
Tommy shrugged and sat down at the table. “They can be thick.”
Amelia didn’t respond. “Were you ever going to tell me Polly had children? Or that they were taken away?” She asked in a hushed voice.
He grimaced. The topic was a particularly sore one in the family. Polly refused to talk about it and would not listen to anyone talk about it. Even though it was unresolved, it was best to not speak about it. “She told you?”
“No, a neighbor told me while I was out walking with Max.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why wouldn’t she tell me? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because no one in the house talks about it, Mel.” He ran a hand over his face. “It happened just last year. Michael was born the year you left. Anna was born a year later.” He explained.
Amelia’s brow was wrinkled with worry. “What happened?”
“The police took them. They had no fucking reason; Polly was a great mother. They just targeted her because we’re gypsies.”
She slowly sat down next to him; a bit taken aback by the story.
“They said she could get them back. We’ve tried everything. They won’t tell us where they are, where they were brought. One police officer even said there was no record of them anywhere.”
“If I had known. I should-”
Tommy shook his head. “Don’t mention any of it to Pol. She can’t handle it. She copes by not speaking about it.”
Amelia chewed on her lip. She couldn’t imagine raising Max for a couple of years only to have him ripped away from her.
And it seemed like Tommy could see that fear in her eyes. “It’s not going to happen again.” He promised her, gently taking her hand in his. “No one will ever take Max from us. And I’m going to bring Michael and Anna back home.”
She nodded, too concerned to speak. She just leaned forward to let Tommy kiss her knuckles and pull her into his arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“You’re doing so well with him.”
On the first snow of the winter, Polly and Tommy were up early, sitting together in the kitchen. Max was in Tommy’s arms, having woken up the whole house at the crack of dawn. Everyone else had grumbled, turned over and shoved a pillow over their heads to block out the noise.
But Tommy was up to grab his month-old-son. Max nursed while Amelia was half awake, leaning against the headboard. Meanwhile, Tommy got dressed in the small space and took his son after Amelia was finished. The new mother went right back to sleep, too exhausted to get up.
Polly was already in the kitchen, preparing to go to an early mass before she worked on the accounts in the betting shop.
Tommy smiled. “He’s easy, don’t ya think? Much easier than Ada was.”
Polly sighed at the memory of Ada being colicky so often as an infant. “Much easier.” She agreed. “But still, I’m very proud of you. You’ve stepped up and have been very good to both of them.”
“Thanks, Pol.” Tommy let Max grab a hold of his index finger.
“So,” His aunt sipped her tea. “When are you going to marry her?”
“Pol!” Tommy’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you on about?”
“Thomas, you cannot hide things from me very easily. You lie the exact same way your mother did. Terribly. Now, I’m only asking because I’d like your union to be witnessed by God. Don’t want you two eloping behind my back.”
It was too early to argue about God with Polly. But Tommy had a feeling she wouldn’t drop the subject of marriage so easily. “She’s just had Max; I think she deserves a bit of time before she has to make another big decision.” He said defensively.
“But you’d be willing.”
“W-I…why are you bringing this up now? I don’t care what people think.”
“It’s not about what other people think. It’s about you, Tommy.” Polly gently touched his arm. “I know you’re in love with her. I know she’s in love with you. This flat is too fucking small not to notice the way you two are together. But I think you’re denying yourself this commitment because you’re afraid.”
Tommy looked down at Max. The newborn was slowly starting to fall asleep, his eyelids fluttering a few times before sliding shut. “We’re raising him together, Pol, I think that’s enough of a commitment.”
“Then marriage shouldn’t be a big deal.” She shrugged.
He hesitated because he knew she was trying to snag him on a technicality. “I suppose it isn’t. But it’s about what she wants. Pol, she’s been through a lot since she left. The pregnancy, how it happened…” He knew he couldn’t tell his aunt because he’d swore to Amelia he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened. “She’s not overly trusting right now. I think…y’know maybe she’s relying on trust we had before. When we were just kids. But it’s different now. I want to make things work but I think we have different ideas for the future.” He admitted. Max let go of his finger, lifting his little fist up with a yawn before settling again in his swaddle. “She said I should work with horses and just…forget about the betting shop. She’s worried I’ll get hurt.”
Polly could understand the young woman’s dilemma. It was the same issue she had with the start of the shop. But she’d begun to realize that they were Shelby boys, not choir boys. They would get into trouble no matter what. A pretty face couldn’t sway them from that. So, Polly figured that, if they had structure, a proper operation, maybe it would help them. Maybe it would keep them safer if they were let loose. She wasn’t perfect either. “Then maybe you two ought to figure out how to settle these differences. I know no one could ask you to change, Tommy. They’d only be wasting their breath. You have a plan and you want to see it through to the end. I suppose the only thing I can do is ask you to think about your family first. That family includes her and the baby now.” She reminded him gently.
Tommy nodded. “I know. Family comes first.” He echoed in agreement. “Always.”
~~~~~~~~~~
It was a tentative arrangement and happened very slowly, to begin with. But when Max was born, Tommy and Amelia found it was difficult sleeping in two separate bedrooms. He wanted to help out as best he could even if it was the middle of the night. As time went on, Amelia got comfortable with having him in her space. When initially she was wary. It started out with Tommy coming in from down the hall when he heard Max cry. Sometimes Amelia would assure him everything was okay, or she’d ask for some help. Tommy would either go back to bed in John’s room or sit in the rocking chair by Max’s cot. When things were quiet again, he’d return to bed down the hall.
Then, the nights became longer and sometimes he’d fall asleep in the rocking chair with Max in his arms. Sometimes he’d sit up on the floor near the cot, watching Max fall asleep. And oftentimes, watching the newborn fall asleep would make him doze off too.
Eventually, Amelia noticed Tommy started to complain about his neck or back in the morning. She knew it was because the majority of the night he wasn’t sleeping in a bed. She felt bad but allowed herself the time to get comfortable with him.
One night, when Max had settled down, Tommy had started to nod off in the rocking chair. Amelia got up and scooped Max out of Tommy’s arms so she could lay him in his cot.
“Tom.” She nudged him gently.
“Hm? Yeah?” He stirred and opened his eyes with a yawn.
“Come to bed.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He stood up and stretched. He reached into the cot to affectionately touch Max’s cheek before heading to the door.
“No, just…” Amelia grabbed his hand before he left.
He looked back at her, a bit too tired to read between the lines. “Hm?”
“Just stay here.” She didn’t want to sound like she was begging for him to stay, but she really was. After reassuring herself that Tommy would never harm her, she understood her deep need for his affection. A chaste kiss or holding her hand every once and a while wasn’t enough. Now that they were settled with Max, she wanted to grow their relationship.
Tommy’s eyes flicked to the bed. “Are you sure?” He asked. It had been months since they were huddled up together in the vardo that summer at the fair. He had longed to be close to her again for longer periods of time in the day. But it was such a small flat and he knew his siblings could be merciless with their teasing. He didn’t want Amelia to be self-conscious about their relationship. So, he kept his distance and waited patiently for her to allow him closer.
She nodded. “Yeah. I think I need you to stay.”
“Alright.” He held a hand out to the bed, allowing her to lay down first so she could get comfortable first.
But she didn’t let go of his hand, pulling him with her to the bed. He followed her lead, laying down beside her, his chest pressed to her back. She adjusted his arm, making sure it was locked around her waist and their hands were intertwined.
It felt perfect. Tommy was suddenly wide awake, his heart beating too quickly to fall asleep.
Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.
Thank you to @justanothershelby for helping me out with this. And with pretty much everything.
When someone got the chance to leave Small Heath, they never returned. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance that others didn’t get. However, sometimes life was unfair and fate sent a person right back where they started.
1909 Small Heath
Tommy Shelby was well known in Small Heath. The nineteen-year-old had a penchant for getting into mischief with his brothers. Still, his neighbors knew him as a kid who smiled often and had a good sense of humor. In fact, not everyone thought Tommy was a bad person. Everyone in the area had varying opinions on the entire Shelby family. The police thought they were a family of troublemakers. Some were skeptical of their background as Travelers. Many women revered Polly Gray for being near-mythical and often went to her to have their tea leaves read, even if it was behind their husband’s backs. And nearly every girl up and down the streets fancied at least one of the Shelby boys. They would giggle to each other when one passed by. If Tommy tipped his hat at them, they nearly fainted. Besides, what was better than a pair of blue eyes and a reputation?
Nineteen and a bit too big for his britches, although they were hand-me-downs, Tommy walked through Small Heath with a confident step. As he continued down the block, one of his neighbors called out.
“Up to no good, Thomas?” Mrs. Banks was on the front step of her home watching her two children playing on the street.
“Just getting some shopping for Polly.” Tommy grinned, always amused by her disapproving shake of the head.
“Hi, Tommy!” The Banks’ oldest child, Robert, greeted despite the glare from his mother. He kicked his football forward sending it careening toward Tommy.
He knocked it back toward the other children with his heel as he headed on his way.
“’Morning, Tommy.” The pretty blonde from down the street caught his attention only a few yards down the sidewalk.
“Violet, you well?” He put on a charming smile and stopped to chat. Polly wouldn’t mind if he was a bit late. Well, she would but Tommy didn’t care if he got scolded.
“Better now that you’re here.” She looked at him coyly. “I haven’t seen you though. Thought you were avoiding me.”
“How could I avoid you?” He tilted his head to the side. “Doesn’t sound like me, does it?”
“Alright.” She playfully twisted a lock of her hair around her finger. “You could take me out tonight, then.”
“I think that could be arranged. I-” Tommy happened to glance over Violet’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t seen in years but could never forget even if he tried. “I uh-we’ll talk soon, yeah?” He slipped past Violet even though she protested. Walking toward the figure, he could hardly believe his eyes. For more than one reason, it felt like he was seeing things. “Amelia.” He called out before he reached her.
The woman looked up; her eyes widened in surprise when she saw who was calling her. “Tommy.” The name left her lips in a soft gasp. “Wh-” It was quite a silly question to ask him, they were on Watery Lane. The only person who didn’t belong was her.
So, Tommy asked the question for her. “What are you doing here?” The last time he’d seen his childhood best friend, she was at the train station. They were only thirteen at the time and Amelia’s family was moving to London. Her father had gotten hired somewhere with a salary that was unheard of in Birmingham. Naturally, that meant they could afford to live somewhere nicer, somewhere where his daughter wouldn’t have to play on the dirty streets with kids like Tommy Shelby.
Amelia’s mouth opened but she couldn’t find the words. She had only been in Birmingham less than an hour after stepping off the train from London. It had been less than a day since she’d been banished from her parents’ flat. Her wounds were still fresh and she still hadn’t managed to piece the words together. So instead, she moved her suitcase to the side. “I-I’m pregnant.”
Tommy stared at her for a long moment. The fateful meetup had suddenly taken a strange turn. He didn’t understand the explanation. Pregnancy didn’t equal moving back to Small Heath.
“I’m sorry that was so sudden of me to say and-” She put a hand to her forehead in disbelief. “I just don’t know what to do, my brain’s all…I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” It certainly wasn’t how Tommy imagined reuniting with her. Sometimes he thought about her and wondered if she was well. Thought that maybe their paths would cross again and they’d talk about all the fun times they spent together. Instead, Amelia was stood there in front of him, suitcase at her feet, pregnant, and devastated.
Talking about it appeared to be too much for the young woman. She wrinkled her nose and bit her lip to keep from crying. “I’ve nowhere to go now and I hardly have any money.”
“What about your parents?” Tommy reached into his pocket to retrieve a handkerchief for her.
“They don’t want anything to do with me after-well.” She took the small square of cloth and dabbed her watery eyes.
“You always have a place with us.” He insisted. “Polly’d never let you live out on the streets. Come stay with us.”
“There’s no reason for you to offer me something like that.” It had been years since they’d seen one another, she never expected anything from the Shelby family.
“I’ve more than enough reasons,” Tommy replied and picked up her suitcase. “C’mon. We have a lot of things to catch up on.” He offered his elbow to her.
Still teary-eyed and clutching his handkerchief, she linked arms with him. She swallowed and began walking back to Six Watery Lane with him. “Like how tall you’ve gotten?”
He smiled. “Told you’d I get taller one day.”
“Well, I always knew you were destined for great things.”
With a chuckle, he sidestepped a puddle of murky rainwater. “Guess we’ll see, aye?”
~~~~~~~
When they arrived, Polly was a mixture of disappointment and happiness. She was dismayed by Amelia’s fate and irate that her parents would ever do such a thing. And yet, she was happy to see the young woman again. The little girl who was a staple in the household for so many years was all grown up.
“Pregnant and kicked out.” She shook her head as she prepared tea. “Pregnancy isn’t a curse, it’s a fucking blessing.”
Amelia looked small in the chair, even if she had grown a bit since she was thirteen. Before, she used to be a loud, outgoing girl who made her presence known in the household. With no siblings of her own, she gravitated toward the Shelby children who gladly adopted her. Six Watery Lane had become a second home to her. But things had changed so much.
During her time away, she’d grown meek and withdrawn. Especially after news of the pregnancy, which she tried desperately to keep from her family. A whole month she went without telling anyone but the father of the child. It had taken such a toll on her that she was nothing like her former self.
“Pol, it’s alright.” Tommy could see how uneasy Amelia was, sat across from him at the table.
Polly didn’t pick up on the hint though. “It’s not alright.” She reaffirmed. “It’s a disgrace. She’s nineteen, Thomas, just a child!”
“Pol!” He urged again.
His aunt turned around and saw Amelia’s head hanging low. She sighed and went to sit beside her. “You keep your head up now.” She touched her shoulder. “You’ve got a responsibility but you’ve also got support here. You’ll take Tommy’s room upstairs. We’ll fix it up nice for the baby. There’s enough room for a cot in the corner. It’ll be alright.”
“Oh, Polly, I couldn’t just step in an-and make a fuss. I’ll find work and I’ll be alright.” Amelia tried to assure her.
Polly raised an eyebrow. “Raising kids is tough work, young lady. Isn’t a walk in the park. Who’s gonna be watching the child when you’re off at work?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“It takes a village, my dear. Luckily, you’ve got enough hands around here to help.” Polly stood up, leaving the conversation as is. There was nothing else to argue. What was done was done.
Amelia opened her mouth but decided the opportunity was too good to pass up. Without the Shelbys, she really was lost and would probably be out on the streets doing lord knows what for work. And while it wasn’t in her nature to rely on others to take care of her, it would have to do for the time being.
Tommy smiled, apparently pleased that they were helping out. Maybe even that his old friend was back too. Not in the circumstances he’d been expecting but back all the same. “I’ll bring your things upstairs.” He said and jumped up from the table.
“You’ve still got errands to run, young man, you’re not off the hook for that!” Polly called after him.
“Got it, Pol!” He sounded in a considerably better mood now once Amelia showed up.
Polly just sighed and smiled. “You’ll be okay.” She promised Amelia. “You’ll stay as long as you need to. We’ll help get you a good job, you won’t have to worry about being without.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.” While she was filled with relief that she would have a roof over her head for at least the night, she was worried about the future. It had been six years since she’d been in Birmingham and while she wanted to trust the Shelbys, people changed. It would be reckless to be carefree. She was pregnant and that was something she had to take seriously. But she tried to just focus on the current moment. “Where’s Mrs. Shelby?” She wondered.
A look of grief passed over Polly’s face. “Oh, dear, I suppose there is a lot to tell you about.” She admitted. “She passed away, ‘bout six months ago. Gave birth to another son but couldn’t recover from the labor.”
It only solidified the fact that things had drastically changed in the time Amelia was away. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She said quietly.
There was a soft wail from upstairs and Polly stood up. “That’ll be him now, our little Finn. I’ll be right back.
Tommy came back downstairs, causing the creaky floorboards to make a fuss. He stopped in the kitchen. “Finn’s up.”
“Yes, yes, I hear him. Now get a move on unless you lot want to starve tonight.” She shooed off her nephew.
~~~~~~~~~
By dinnertime, Amelia was a little more comfortable being back in Small Heath. She tentatively unpacked her things in Tommy’s room even though she offered to sleep elsewhere. On the couch or on the floor, but Polly wouldn’t hear it.
Amelia helped with Finn where she could. However, the infant was a stark reminder that she would be looking after her own child very soon.
Ada came home from school and was delighted to see Tommy’s old friend. She used to admire the older girl because she wore bows in her hair and could do a perfect cartwheel. Now Ada was twelve and apparently had so much to tell Amelia. She sat on the kitchen counter as Amelia helped Polly cook dinner.
“And I’ve learned to canter on a horse. Uncle Charlie says I’m really good, better than John is. I ride a horse named Tippy. I can braid her mane really well. She kinda looks like the horse that’s in the book I’m reading.” As Ada rambled on happily, the front door opened and closed with a slam.
The eldest Shelby came marching in with Tommy behind him. Arthur, now in his early twenties, looked pissed as he dragged along a disheveled John. The teenager was sporting a bloodied lip and a bruise was starting to form below his left eye.
Polly looked displeased but not the least bit shocked. “What happened?”
“Found him scrapping down by the docks,” Arthur replied.
“I didn’t fucking start it!” John protested.
“You get into a fight then use that sort of language around your sister?” Polly pointed a knife at him. “Go get cleaned up for dinner before I send you off with nothing.”
John wrinkled his nose but listened and trudged upstairs, earning a smack in the head from Tommy as he passed by.
When Arthur stepped further into the kitchen, he looked surprised. “Is that our Mellie?” He chuckled.
Amelia smiled a little sheepishly. She hadn’t been called that in quite some time. “Hello, Arthur.”
“Found her earlier today.” Tommy sat down at the table. “She’s gonna stay with us for a bit.”
“Really? Thought you’d become a posh London girl.” Arthur teased. “Too good for us Brummies.”
“Of course not.” She felt a little strange, not knowing whether she should be open about the pregnancy or not. It was only a matter of time before people started asking the tougher questions. Who was the father…where is he…what happened…it was all embarrassing to her. She met Tommy’s eyes and he gave her a comforting smile.
“Well, s’nice to have a familiar face.” Arthur apparently didn’t need much of an explanation.
“Maybe she’ll bring some class to this household.” Polly scolded. “You know your brother fights because he wants to be like you two. He’ll do anything to be like you and it’ll get him killed!”
“Relax, Pol, he’s just being a kid.” Tommy struck up a match to light a cigarette.
“Yeah, one of these days we’ll teach him how to fight proper.” Arthur grinned and playfully socked his brother in the arm.
“Enough.” Polly snapped. “Dinner’ll be done soon. Go wash up.”
The boys jostled each other as they left the kitchen, pretending to box like pros.
Amelia smiled and gathered the dishes to start to set the table. “So seven settings, Polly? Mr. Shelby will be home soon?”
“Oh, no, dear I wouldn’t expect him around.” Polly gave her the correct number of settings. “He isn’t around often.”
It was another change that Amelia didn’t expect. Arthur Sr. was never a loving, caring father. In fact, she remembered being frightened by the man. He had a loud voice and would often send Amelia home so he could punish his children. But he wasn’t absent, at least not as far as she could remember.
“Polly, can I help feed Finn?” Ada asked, hopping down from the counter.
“Of course, love, go get your brothers and we’ll say grace.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
After dinner, Amelia didn’t stay up long. She was emotionally exhausted and felt the best course of action was to retire to bed early. She wished the Shelbys goodnight and went up to Tommy’s room. The bed was made, no doubt Polly had made sure Tommy cleaned his room for Amelia’s sake.
It smelled distinctly of the young man. The smell of cigarettes was mixed with some sort of fresh, clean scent. Maybe a soap or aftershave. But it was strangely comforting and made her feel a bit more secure, protected even.
Even though thoughts were running through her head like a herd of wild horses, she managed to fall fast asleep relatively quickly.
But she couldn’t stay asleep. Around midnight, she found herself awake again. She soon became restless and unable to ignore her thoughts. There was so much that she needed to plan for but she had such little resources. How could she provide for a child in Small Heath? How could she manage to raise a child at all? It was all so foreign and frightening.
With her anxiety bubbling up in her throat, Amelia had to get up out of the small bed. It was as if she were trying to escape her thoughts, by leaving the room and wandering downstairs. She winced at every creak in the floorboard, hoping she wouldn’t wake the rest of the family.
She passed the sitting room and saw Tommy curled up on the couch. It didn’t look very comfortable but he didn’t seem bothered.
That is, until she walked by and landed on a particularly loose floorboard.
The squeaking noise woke Tommy up and he blearily rubbed his eyes. For a moment, he couldn’t make out the shadowy figure in the doorway. In his sleep-addled state, he almost forgot that Amelia was there. But then she stepped a little closer and his eyes adjust. “Oh, Mel, it’s just you.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She apologized.
“S’alright.” He yawned and sat up. “Can’t sleep?”
“Not really.” She admitted and lingered awkwardly by the door.
“Do you want to talk?”
She let the question hang in the air for a bit. There was so much they could talk about. Years of events and happenings that they needed to fill each other in on. But it all seemed so overwhelming that she couldn’t even find a place to start. So, instead, she sat down in a nearby armchair. “I’m sorry about your mum.”
Tommy paused and swallowed. The death of his mother was still very fresh. Six months wasn’t enough to mourn the gentle woman who selflessly took care of them all. “Oh, yeah, thanks.” He mumbled.
“She was a good person.” Amelia had very fond memories of the dark-haired woman.
“Yeah.”
She looked down; a bit ashamed that she couldn’t properly comfort her old friend. “I should let you sleep.” She stood up and headed back toward the stairs.
“Amelia.” He stopped her. “I’m glad you’re back. I know that…the circumstances aren’t great, or whatever. But I’m really glad you’re here again.”
She nodded. “Good night, Tom.”
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