#@akiwidarling

You have been married to Thomas since 1919. You both met at the Garrison. You were in need of a cold whisky and entered the bar. He saw you, being the pretty woman you are, and paid for your drinks. You both talked, laughed, and eventually, you guys planned a date. 4 months later- BOOM- MARRIED. Yes, it moved fast, but love is love, Thomas says.

7 months after the wedding, you got pregnant with his babies- twins. Two boys. When you gave birth to them, you named them Hudson Markus Shelby and Hunter Justin Shelby. They had their daddies' blue eyes, your nose, and Tommy's dark hair. They were born on June 8th. Hudson was 4 minutes older than Hunter.

When they were 3, you got pregnant with baby number 3: a girl. Thomas was overjoyed to have a little princess to dote over and spoil. When she was born, you and Thomas named her Liora. Liora Elizabeth-Lise Shelby. Elizabeth, after Aunt Polly, and Lise, after your mother.

Now, she is 2. Your sons are 5. Thomas's business is booming. Life is good.

You are in the living room of the arrow house with the kids. Hudson and Hunter are playing with their toy horses, and Liora is cuddled up in your arms. Just then, Thomas's car pulls up outside the house. Hudson notices and gasps.

"Hunter, Hunter, daddy's here!" He yells out. Hunter instantly drops the toy horses, and the kids run off up into your room. Liora gurgles cutely and waddles towards where her brothers are going- up the grand stairs. You chuckle and follow her, helping her climb the stairs.

The boys open your door and crawl under your bedsheets. Liora coos and squirms, trying to climb up into your king-sized bed too. Her brothers help her up, and the 3 of them hide under your sheets.

Just then, you hear Thomas's key unlock the door. You actually RUN down the stairs and jump into his arms, kissing him deeply. Thomas is taken aback, JUST catching you. He kisses you back though, smiling gently. He pulls away, resting his forehead against you. "Hello to you too, darling." He says softly, as he puts you down.

Suddenly...

"DAD CANT FIND USSS!"

Ah, yes. Your sons. And, also, you could hear a little girlish voice saying 'daddy fwind us!' Your guys hearts melt at once. Thomas rests his hand on the small of your back, and together, you both walk up the grand staircase.

"OH, WHEREVER ARE MY SONS AND MY DAUGHTER?!" Thomas yells out playfully. You can hear your sons telling each other (and Liora) to shush."

Thomas chuckles and whispers to you, "I know where me kids are, luv." He then shouts out, "I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE, DARLING!" He then slowly walks into your guys master bedroom. He can see the little figures under the sheets, moving slightly. He then hears Liora go 'dada? mai dada?' and his heart melts.

He chuckles, his hand leaving your back, as he throws the sheet off of them, revealing the 3 small kids huddled up together. He growls playfully and says, "THERE THEY AREEE!" He bear-hugs all 3 kids, kissing their heads. He makes sure, however, not to squash Liora, as she is a tiny little angel. The kids hug him back, laughing and giggling.

You smile, and say, "Let me get in on that hug, hm?" Thomas chuckles and pulls you into the hug. You pick up Arabella and hug her in your arms, kissing her head, before plopping her down on the mattress with a soft plop. She giggles.

You love it. You love the family life. You thank God everyday that he blessed you with this beautiful family and this amazing husband- despite his criminal history.

Your not pregnant, right....?

WRONG.

You sit on the toilet in the bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands. You are in shock. Worry, fear and concern flow through your mind. You begin to feel dizzy as tears well up in your eyes.

How.

How are you pregnant? I mean, you could've sworn you guys were careful when you guys last had sex- 2 weeks ago (Jason 100% is the type of guy to want to have sex every day, but you were so worn out he let you rest for those 2 weeks)- that he was wearing a condom.

But then you remember him taking it off and cumming inside of you in the heat of the moment. Ugh! What makes matters worse is that you werent on the pill.

FUCK!

Just then, Jason Todd, your boyfriend of 5 months, bangs on the door. "Babeee, hurry the fuck up, Im about to piss myself!" He calls out. You get startled a bit and you quickly pull your panties and shorts up, shoving the test into your hoodie. 'No, not now. I cant tell him now.' You think in your mind as you flush the toilet.

You open the door, and see Jason there, legs kinda crossed together. "Yeesh, about time- swear I was close enough to peeing everywhere." He says, before kissing your cheek and storming into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

You walk into the lounge and sit down on the couch, as you pull out the positive test from your pocket. "Oh, God, why me? Why..?" You mutter you, sniffling a bit. You wipe your tears that threatens to fall, and think to yourself: 'No point of crying now...what has happened has happened. Now we gotta push forward.'

For the rest of the day, you just focus on calming yourself down, trying not to make Jason suspect anything. Jason eventually goes out to hang with Dick, so it's just you at home. You feel a bit guilty. You know you need to tell him, but tomorrow, not today. You need to...process it. You are so overwhelmed-! Your mind races with many thoughts. Though one thing is clear:

To you, abortion is NOT an option.

Its 2:01am. Its late. Its cold. You are in bed, tossing and turning, groaning in your sleep and whining. You have enough: you need your Thomas Michael Shelby in bed with you. NOW.

You are wearing his oversized white shirt, no bra or panties. You simply put on a robe and some warm, black ankle socks and walk downstairs to his office, where you can already smell the smoke and whisky. You can also practically HEAR the stress radiating from him.

You finally reach his door. You open it quietly, and when you step in, his eyes locking on yours. "Love, why are you awake? Its early hours in the fuckin' morning, 'Christ." He says, his voice gruff yet soft. Only you have this power over him- the power to make the coldhearted Thomas Shelby a softie.

"Cant sleep bubba..." You whine as you climb into his lap and cuddle him. You nuzzle your head in his neck, whining adorably. "Its cold. I need your body to heat me up and keep me warm. I cant sleep without you."

Thomas sighs and wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back softly. "Oh, love. What are we gunna do with you, aye?" He kisses your head and says softly, "Go to bed, hm? I'll be there in 5."

You shake your head. "Lies, Tom. Pure lies. I know it is. You cant trick me anymore. Your tryna do an all-nighter again." He rests his hand on your plump ass, pushing the robe off and stroking it lovingly.

"Right, right then. 's just have one more document to go over and sign, then me and you can finally rest. Together. I promise." He says, his hand sinking in the curve of your ass cheeks, making you blush and whine. "Maybe we can even have a quick 'fuck." He adds in.

Just then, you both hear a 'eww' type-noise. You both freeze. You recognize that voice. "T-Tom-" You begin, but Thomas stands up, places you on his chair, does your robe properly, and growls. "John, I know thats fuckin' you, ya dirty pervert!!" He yells out.

Just then...

John peeks through the door. Followed by Ada. And Arthur. And even fucking Aunt Polly!

"WHAT THE ACTUAL' FUCKK?!" Thomas yells out angrily, stepping up to his family with strides. "Sorry, Tom, they dragged me into this.." Aunt Polly says apologetically. But Thomas knows better. He knows it was her call.