Thomas Shelby Fanfics

Bath Time

setting: season 4

word count: 1479

smut: none today :) sorry

proof read: no

edited: no

extra: pregnant! reader, very fluffy, some swearing, uhhhh i don't know what else :) ENJoY

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"(Y/N)?" Thomas Shelby's worried voice echoed through the halls of Arrowhouse. It often did nowadays- since the vendetta with Changretta's son, Luca, had begun, you noticed how he had been more alert and protective over you. A part of you found it sweet, but you were worried about his mental health. He was much more anxious than usual and needed to know your every move. You had been to his office many times in his absence- he'd lock it for a reason of course, but you knew where he kept a spare key. The moment your eyes landed on the black hand, fear filled your entire body. A part of you was thankful he wasn't cheating, but you were more terrified that death would be coming your way. His behavior made so much more sense and you felt overwhelming guilt for not trusting him,

"In here!" you called, Charlie sleeping in your arms. Unlike his father, Charlie was a very heavy sleeper. Thomas entered the room, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips, and you smiled, "Good evening T-"

"You shouldn't be carrying him (Y/N). You heard what the doctor said," he scolded, taking his son out of your arms and carefully placing him in his cot, kissing his forehead. When he looked up he was met with your empty arms, folded against your chest, just above your slightly swollen abdomen. Your head was cocked to the side, your (Y/H/C) hair swung slightly as it cascaded down your bare shoulders,

"I'm fine Mr. Shelby," you commented, walking over to him and caressing his tired face, "Charlie isn't even heavy"

"Yeah but it could harm our baby," he placed a hand on your stomach and kissed your cheek, before turning to leave. You frowned,

"Thomas?" 

"Yes? What is it?"

"Is everything okay?" You saw how tense his shoulders were the closer you moved closer to him and you touched him. It surprised you that he flinched away. Thomas Shelby has every second of his day calculated and planned out- he never flinched, "clearly not..." you commented, walking in front of him, "Tom what's wrong?"

"So fucking much, love," He sighed. You led him out of the room and closed the door to his son's bedroom. You turned back to see him smoking a cigarette already,

"Care to tell me something exact?" You asked as you followed him down the hall to your bedroom. He sat on the bed while you closed the door behind the two of you and turned on some of the lamps, so a soft light filled the room. You also shut the curtains and made your way back to him. He looked at you as you walked over to him, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and setting it in the ashtray next to your bed. Your hands cupped his cheeks, making him look up at you with his beautiful blue eyes and long lashes. You stroked his defined cheekbones and waited for him to speak,

"I... Business... It isn't going as well as I hoped it would," he looked away from you. Even though you vowed to tell each other everything, this is the one thing he wished you wouldn't find out about, 

"The Italian business?" you asked, making his head snap up to look at you, his once loving eyes overwhelmed with fear,

"How the fuck do you know about the It-"

"My old friend, Luca Changretta stopped by a couple of weeks ago," you announced calmly. He, on the other hand, stood up and ran a shaky hand through his hair, beginning to pace. He was already reaching for another cigarette when you rolled your eyes, "Thomas, calm down. He didn't lay a finger on me," you walked to him, "Luca was one of the friends I made when I lived with my aunt in America. He wouldn't hurt me intentionally," You tried reassuring him, a hand touching his shoulder. He walked away from you, continuing to pace, "Look, he only came to see me and not hurt me. He told me he's got business with you and he doesn't want me to get involved- like you- and I'm 'spared'. He said something about being an 'Angel of Death', and if I still believed in Jewish and Hebrew practice. I told him no, and offered him tea,"

"You offered... Fuck..." 

"I was being kind!" You said, "He said he'll take the tea another time, and to watch out for myself and left," You explained. You sighed sadly, "Why didn't you tell me you received a black hand?"

He sat back on the bed, head in his hands. He was filled with emotions- angry, relieved, guilty. He sighed deeply and looked at you, eyes cold, shoulders tense again.

"Why wouldn't you tell me sooner?"

"Don't scold me- you're the one who didn't tell me about the Black Hand in the first place. I'm not an idiot, I know how vendetta's work."

All he could do was sit in silence and stare at you, trying to wrap his head around how you knew about all the things he tried protecting you and Charlie from. 

"(Y/N)..."

"I know you want to keep us safe," you walked to him again, leaning over to look at him, "Tell me. You forget I know how to use a gun," she smiled, "You don't have to keep us trapped here, like zoo animals. If I wanted to be trapped, I'd kill a man and sit in prison," you told him. He chuckled softly, shaking his head,

"Fuck... (Y/N)" he said, exhaling smoke from a cigarette. He sniffled and looked up at you, 

"What would you do without me, eh?" she asked, grinning. He shook his head and stood up, enveloping you in a tight hug, "Please talk to me whenever things like this happen, alright?" you said softly, stroking his hair,

"Yeah... Yeah, I will next time,"

"I hope there is no next time," You said, pulling away to kiss his cheek. He nodded slowly,

"Come on. Let's take a bath together," You offered, to which he nodded and went to put out his cigarette.

You walked to your bathroom and shut the windows and curtains. With his lighter, you lit some candles around the room and begun to fill up the tub in the middle of the room. You undressed and got into the bathtub, sighing softly as the hot water ran over your body and soothed you. You sighed contently and opened your eyes to find your husband standing above you. His hands moved your hair out of the water and took all the pins out, before letting it fall back in the water.

You watched as he undressed, and moved slightly forward so he could sit behind you. You leaned into him, and his arms wrapped around your middle protectively, caressing the growing bump. Amid the Vendetta with the Changretta's, Tommy never expected to feel so calm. His thoughts of worry left him and he only focused on the happiness you and your growing baby brought him.

You gently traced his sun tattoo on his chest and looked up at him. His eyes were closed as he smoked a cigarette,

"Isn't smoke bad for the baby?" you asked, making his eyes open and look at you,

"Thought it was only if you smoked?"

"I can still inhale the smoke,"

He rolled his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your head,

"You'll be fine,"

"And you're so sure? Thomas Shelby, I didn't realize you were a doctor suddenly," you said playfully, gently stroking the arm he had wrapped around you,

"Course," he hummed, stumping the cigarette out in an ashtray close to him.

You spent a few more long minutes in the bath, kissing and talking about the future until the water got cold and Tommy ordered you to get out in case you got sick. You wrapped a towel around yourself and another on your head, before getting dressed into your favorite (Y/F/C) nightgown while he got into some trousers. Both of you lay in bed, you across his chest while he stroked your hair gently, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. 

"You know Tommy," you commented, making him look at you, "I talked to Polly yesterday,"

"Did you now?" he said, raising his brows amused. He recalled all the times he'd have to come to collect you from her home, pissed off your mind and singing some old song or giggling so much you'd make yourself sick all over her flowers,

"Yeah. And you know what she told me?" he waited for you to speak, "That I'm gonna have a girl," you announced happily. Thomas smiled,

"So you are..."

"I am... I wasn't going to believe her at first, but then I remembered she's a gypsy, so she's not wrong," You smiled, "I always wanted to have a daughter," you told him, looking back at the ceiling and closing your eyes contentedly,

"Me too," he told you softly, and sleep fell upon the both of you.