#I dreamt so heavily it felt like the perfect little death the way it sucked me in I had no choice but to become with it

[thespiritualsolarsystem]

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[breanime]

Lessons (Part Two)

Requested by @its-my-little-dumpster-fire:  If you’re still feeling blocked and needing inspiration......... I promise to scream wildly over anything Sam Adams does. Ya know. Is he learning any new lessons lately? 🤤

Aw yeah, he is. This is my 2nd time writing Sam, and I’m a tad bit tipsy, so sorry if this is a bit of a mess... Thank you for reading, though!

WARNING: steamy!!! Read with caution!

*gif not mine*

Sam couldn’t keep his leg from bouncing. He sat besides Dr. Warren and across from Hancock in the carriage, hands on his knees and leg bouncing up and down. He was impatient, he was eager.

He was insatiable.

Sam looked out of the window, noting the progress they’d made since the journey started, yet still finding himself unsatisfied. They were still miles from town, from you.

“Can’t this thing go any faster?” He asked for the 6th time, straining to sit up to get a better look at the horses.

“We’re making good time, Sam,” Warren said easily, not looking up from his book, “We’ll be in town within the hour.”

Sam groaned, leaning his head back. That wasn’t good enough. It was already late; you were probably asleep already. “We’ve been riding for days,” he said, his voice just a pitch above a whine.

“Well yes, we have,” Hancock agreed chipperly, “We’ve made quite some progress too,” he went on, “You, Sam, were particularly well-received in New Hampshire.”

Sam rolled his eyes. They’d just finished up a tour of some sort, going out and giving speeches, keeping the new United States motivated and equipped to fight the Red Coats. Now that they had declared independence, they had to fight to keep it. Sam was, of course, ready and willing to do so, except… He missed his wife. Terribly. He’d been gone for far too long; had too many nights pass without you in his arms, too many mornings greet him without the assistance of your pretty smile. The first few days had been bad, but it wasn’t until week four without you that Sam started to despair. He loved his work, he did, but he loved you more, and he couldn’t wait to get back to you.

“You know,” Warren said, still not looking up from his book, “I bet you could get to town much faster if you just took one of the horses,” he looked up at Sam, a small smile on his face, “You could be on your porch in the next half hour if you go now.”

Sam grinned.

You turned in bed, hugging Sam’s pillow to your chest. You didn’t sleep well without Sam, and you tossed and turned in a half-sleep, thinking of your husband’s warm eyes and dazzling smile. His work was important—groundbreaking, even—and you were so, so proud of him, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him terribly when he was away. You sighed and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Sam like you did most nights.

“You’re incredible,” Sam whispered, his mouth nearly on your ear, “You’re perfect,” he kissed the side of your face, hands trailing down your body, “You’re an angel.”

You closed your eyes, sighing contently as your husband caressed you. This was another one of his ‘lessons’; he’d learned how much you liked his sweet talk while you were courting and took it upon himself to see how excited he could get you with it.

“Do you even know how gorgeous you are?” He asked, hand pulling up the gown on your thigh, letting the silk run through his long fingers. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“Sam,” you said, leaning your head back to give him access to your neck, “my love…”

He kissed your neck eagerly, sucking the skin softly as he spoke. “Tell me you love me, sweetheart,” he demanded sweetly, “Tell me I make you happy.”

You opened your eyes to look at him. Sam was a confident, sure man in almost every aspect of his life, but he still needed reassurance, and you were more than happy to give it to him. You looked into his dark eyes, sparkling in the candlelight, and smiled up at him. No other woman had a husband as beautiful, as wonderful, as loving, as yours. “I love you, Sam Adams,” you said, meaning every word, “Everyday you make me the happiest woman in the world. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my love.”

Sam leaned down and kissed you, pressing himself closer to you. You groaned into his mouth, rotating your hips so you could feel his hardness against you. Finally, he pulled back, allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. “I love you,” his eyes shone with emotion, and he gave you that dazzling smile, “I love you so much.”

You put your hand under his shirt, feeling the tight muscles, and let it trail downwards. Never in a million years would you have fancied yourself so forward, but Sam just brought it out in you. And he was your husband—so why shouldn’t you enjoy every part, every curve, every sweet, sweet inch of him?

He moaned, leaning his head down and kissing your neck, when your hand wrapped around him. He loved this, and you did too. “Oh baby,” he sighed, “Oh darling…”

You turned your head and captured his lips in a kiss. You loved nights like these; soft and slow and gentle, taking your time to explore each other’s bodies and please each other, leaving no desire unfulfilled. It was a miracle either of you ever left your bed.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed your neck, “I adore you,” he bent down further and started kissing your collarbone, making you giggle, “I need you,” his mouth, warm and wet, descended on your nipple, closing onto it over the material of your sleeping gown, “I crave you,” he kissed your exposed stomach, pushing your gown further up your body to expose your legs to the cool night air, “Darling, I’m desperate for you.” His mouth was right above your underwear, and you shivered at his proximity.

“Sam,” you moaned his name as his fingers, long and lithe, took hold of your panties and started to pull them down, “oh, Sam,” you said again, feeling his smile against your now bare skin. “Sam….”

You woke up with a start. There was someone in the house. You reached beside the bed for the gun Sam kept there for the sake of your safety. Your father had taught you how to shot a gun, but Sam had taught you how to shot it lethally. Carefully, disheveled and breathing heavily from the dream/memory, you got out of bed and went to the window, peering out. There was a horse tied up in the yard, and you could tell by its gait that it wasn’t one of yours. You turned, quickly, when you heard a thump outside of your room. Someone was coming up the stairs.  You crouched down by the bed, pistol aimed at the door, and waited.

“Sweetheart, I’m home—shit!” Sam stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

Your mouth dropped open. “Sam?” You asked, propping the gun on the wall and standing up. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I thought I was being romantic and surprising my wife,” he answered, grinning, “but I may have taught you too well…”

“What are you doing home?!” You cried, happiness bordering on hysterical. “You weren’t due back for a week!”

“Oh” his smile dropped, but you could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes, “Am I early? My apologies, darling, I’ll just go and—”

“Samuel Adams,” you growled, smile growing even as you glared at him, “if you don’t come over here and hold me right this second, I swear I—”

Sam grinned, hopping over to you and crushing you to his chest before you could even finish your sentence. He closed his eyes as he embraced you; no matter how many times he held you, he would always love the feeling of you in his arms…always love you. “I missed you,” he whispered into your hair, “so, so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you said back, rubbing his back, “even though you scared me half to death.”

He pulled back, his grin shining brighter than the moon outside, “I’m sorry,” he said, not looking or sounding sorry at all, “I was trying to surprise you.” He leaned down and kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth easily. “Did it work?”

“In a way…yes,” you smiled back.

One of Sam’s hands was on your back, the other on your neck, tilting your head up so he could kiss you as he spoke. “My baby,” he said, mouth on yours, “my sweet darling, my perfect angel…” He kissed you, and it was only his hand on your waist that kept you from swooning and falling to your feet. “…I fear I will rip this gown if you don’t take it off,” he moved so that he was speaking directly into your ear now, “….Right. Now.”

You wasted no time in obliging him, though a part of you was more than okay with having your husband rip your clothes off. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. Sam helped you, tossing your gown on the floor and picking you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing.

“I missed you terribly,” he confessed, staring down at you from the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, “I dreamt of you every night, felt you against me as I woke up in the morning…”

“Alone? You questioned him, knowing what the answer would be.

“Always.” His shirt was off now, and he was working on his pants. “You know you’re the only woman for me.” He slid his trousers down, and grinned at the hungry look on your face. “Though I did take some time to.. explore myself while I was away, pretend it was you.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, his body warm and inviting.

“And how was it?” You asked curiously, kissing your husband’s naked shoulder. “Satisfying?”

“Absolutely not,” he answered, kissing you once more, “I learned something while I was away…”

You giggled, kissing his neck and running your fingers through his thick brown hair. You loved Sam’s lessons. “What did you learn, darling?”

“I learned,” his hand slid between your naked bodies, rubbing your sex and making you squirm, “that there is nothing better than you, my love.” His finger, slender and perfectly calloused, slid into you, making you gasp with glee. “I learned that my body craves you with a ferocity almost as intense as my heart… Almost.” His finger moved inside you, hitting you in all the right places. “I learned,” he was speaking into your neck now, “that I can’t be away from you for this long again,” he sighed when you put your hand in his hair, pulling at the strands as another finger entered your wetness, “You have to come with me next time, darling, I won’t survive it if you don’t.”

“I’ll come with you,” you promised, moving your hips as his fingers caressed your most delicate parts, “I’ll do anything for you, my love. Anything.”

“Anything?” He asked, pulling back so he could look down at you, smiling. “No matter what I ask?”

His fingers curled inside of you, and you would have slapped the king to keep them there. “Anything,” you breathed out, pressing your breasts against his hard chest, “Anything. Just name it.”

Sam pulled his fingers back, chuckling lowly at the protesting whine you let out. He stared at you, dark eyes dancing as he looked at you like the most precious jewel in the world. “Anything?” He asked again.

You nodded, near tears with how badly you needed him. “Anything,” you repeated, “Darling, please…”

“Bare my children,” he said, eyes unblinking as he stared down at you.

You smiled, letting the tears gather freely now. “Yes,” you said, heart so full it could burst, “yes.”

And so that night, you kept your hands on Sam as he rocked against you, inside of you, and you both cried when he released inside of you, leaving a piece of himself within you.

Later, after trading soft kisses and softer whispers, you laid in bed with Sam’s arms around you, eyes heavy and body full. His lips were in your hair, kissing you as you drifted off to sleep. “Love?” He asked, voice low in the dark.

“Mm?”

“Did you mean it…when you said you would come with me?” He took a breath. “That you would have my child?”

You opened your eyes, looking up at your husband, the love of your life, your soulmate. “I meant it,” you said simply. You smiled. “We both have lessons to learn, don’t we?”

Sam smiled back, and you felt yourself grow warm at the sight. “We do,” he said, leaning over and kissing you, “and I can’t wait to learn them…” His smile melded into yours, two becoming one. “…with you.”

“I love you,” you said, cuddling closer to him, “and I’ll be with you always, my darling. Just the two of us.” You took his hand in yours and moved it ton your stomach, smiling up at him. “Well… maybe three…”

Sam laughed, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him, peppering you with kisses and sweet whispers as his hands explored your body, always finding new ways to make you shiver.

Lord, you loved these lessons.

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[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Worst Kept Secret-Tommy Shelby Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: detailed description of a beating and physical abuse in a relationship

   The sound that came out of Y/N’s mouth was accompanied by blood spitting out of it. The force of Benjamin’s fist caused her to stumble back a little, but his strong grip on her arm kept her in front of him. She knew better than to face him since it only ever got her into more harm, but she always did.

   Immediately, she was met with a punch to the junction in the middle of her nose. Y/N cried out and tears instinctively sprang to her eyes as she wobbled against the wall. Benjamin got closer to her and socked her in the ribs, his breath smelling strongly of Irish whiskey. 

   The smell alone made Y/N nauseous. 

  “Ben, stop!” Y/N gasped. 

   It was moments like these where the delightful, attractive man she met five years ago at Ada’s birthday party had vanished. The life had been sucked from his deep hazel eyes and a vicious snarl was where an easygoing smile once was. He was the perfect man: a successful banker, relatively clean, and his family was welcoming. Everyone else Y/N knew liked Benjamin, well, almost everyone.

  She didn’t listen to the naysayers, though, since she was so positive that Benjamin was the one. They got married a year after dating and only a few months in, did he start hitting her. First, it was a slap and she threatened to shoot him. He made up for it the next day, crying on his knees and begging her not to leave him, that he would get help. Y/N knew that it was foolish to believe him and she would have dragged any other woman in the same situation out of the flat, but it was much more complicated.

   Now, she lived a life of hiding bruises and trying to compose herself. Y/N would often try to black out and focus on something else until Ben got tired and left her on the kitchen floor. That night, she was hyper aware and she tried to fight back, but Ben was incredibly strong. 

   He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look at him. Y/N clawed at his face and he cursed, slamming her head against the wall. Her vision went blurry as soon as the back of her skull connected with the thick wall. All she knew was that she had to get out of there, that she wouldn’t stick around like she had the past four years. 

   When Y/N’s vision cleared, Ben was kneeling in front of her, holding a butcher knife to her throat. She held her breath and stared at Ben. He’d threaten to kill her so many times before that she believed that this may be the moment that he went through with it. She wanted to fight back but stayed paralyzed as she stared at Ben.

   “Every day I look at you, it’s like someone’s stabbing me in the heart. I told you to stay away from those Blinders, especially Tommy, and this is what you do to me? You embarrass me in front of all of Birmingham, laughing with him, drinking with him. You’ve screwed him, I know you have.”

   “No, Ben, Tommy and I are just mates, I swear it. I’ve known him since I was a child, he only thinks of me as a sister,” Y/N pleaded. 

   She hated that she had to resort to pleading to save herself, but she didn’t have any other options. Y/N was positive that trying to fight Ben would result in her death and she couldn’t die, not yet.

    Ben didn’t look convinced by his wife’s pleading and snarled. “I loved you, Y/N, I really did, but you screwed it all up. ‘Come to Small Heath, there’ll be plenty of banker jobs here’. You knew full well that there was only one banker’s position and the pay is bloody awful. If we’d stayed in London like I wanted to, we’d be rich, but you had to stay in Small Heath because you had to be close to the Shelbys.” He pressed the knife against Y/N’s y/s/c neck. “You ruined my life, you put yourself here!”

   If the walls hadn’t been so thick, Y/N was positive that the neighbors would have heard. 

   “And now, you expect me to believe that that baby in ya is mine? Bloody whore, aren’t ya, spreadin’ your legs for the gypsy!” 

   If Y/N hadn’t have been so terrified, she would have definitely snapped at Ben. The Shelbys weren’t just gypsies, they were people, especially Tommy. Tommy was the one who gave her a job, doing the books and everything. It was her job that kept she and Ben in their decent house, a fact that she knew Ben resented. Plus, she was positive that Tommy had no interest in her----Y/N saw how he looked at that barmaid at the Garrison. 

   “I never did anything with Tommy,” Y/N whispered.

   “It feels like someone’s slittin’ my throat every time I look at ya.” 

   Ben held her against the wall in that position for what felt like hours. Y/N heart was beating in her throat and hot tears poured down her cheeks as she prayed for Ben to release her.

   Finally, he pulled the knife away from her and she gasped heavily. He put the knife away and grabbed his coat.

   “When I come back, you better be cleaned up and have dinner ready.” 

    In all their time together, Ben still hadn’t worked out one thing about Y/N: she was not one to take anything lying down. As soon as the door closed behind him, Y/N carefully pushed herself onto her feet and limped over to the phone. She hissed with each number she dialed. 

    “Who is it?” Arthur asked. 

    “It’s Y/N, come over to mine. Don’t tell anyone that you’re coming over here or why.”

   “What’s happened?”

   “I’ll tell you when you get here, just...hurry.”

   Arthur hesitated. “All right.”

   The eldest Shelby brother arrived at Y/N’s house about ten minutes later. Y/N had managed to sit down in a position that didn’t exaggerate the pain her injuries brought. His eyes filled with rage as soon as he laid eyes on her.

   “I’ll kill him,” Arthur said. 

   “There’ll be time for that later. I need you to take me to Dr. Thompson’s. You brought the car, right?”

   “Right. Y/N, you know that when Tommy finds out, he’s gonna kill Ben.”

   “Yeah, I know. Just help me, will you?”

    Once Dr. Thompson finished fixing up Y/N, she promised Arthur that she would tell Tommy about everything and told the nurses and Dr. Thompson not to let Ben anywhere near her if he figured out where she went. Fortunately, Dr. Thompson was like another uncle to Y/N and agreed to it. 

   Those five days in the clinic were some of the most relaxing of Y/N’s life. The pain medication that Dr. Thompson gave her put her into the deepest sleep. When she dreamed, she dreamed of putting several rounds in Ben. Mostly, she dreamed of him begging her for mercy. Then, she would dream of Tommy, John, and Arthur doing a real number on him while she watched from the sideline with a cigarette. Occasionally, she dreamt of holding her baby and living in a nice big house in the country, with acres of green grass for her child to explore. Sometimes there was a dog or two, but one common appearance was made by a certain Shelby. Every time Y/N dreamt that, she would shake herself awake.

   “Pull it together, Y/N,” she muttered.

   She’d practically grew up with Shelby boys since Polly and Y/N’s mother were the best of friends. Arthur was always a laugh, John was ridiculous, and Tommy was well different. He was as clever as a fox and used to trick her into doing some of the worst things a teenager could do. Y/N couldn’t count how many times they’d have to run away from coppers or how many fights she’d been able to pull Tommy away from. Of course, Y/N was well aware of Tommy’s good looks and even harbored some feelings for him at a time, but she wasn’t his type. He’d seen her at her worst and she wasn’t a shiny, pretty thing anymore. In fact ,after being married to Ben, she felt more ragged and worn than a doll. But, they’d never kept secrets from each other and Y/N could barely keep anything down since she hadn’t told Tommy of her whereabouts. She’d been gone for five days and called in a day after the incident to tell Polly that she was real sick and wouldn’t be able to come in for at least a week. Polly had offered to stop by, but Y/N had insisted that Ben and Leah, her housekeeper, would take care of her.

    Nurse Whitney, an older nurse with the kindest smile, came into the room with breakfast: porridge and tea. “Afternoon, Mrs. Edwards.”

   “It’s Miss Y/L/N,” Y/N muttered.

   Nurse Whitney pressed her lips into a straight line. “Yes, I completely understand, my mistake.” She set the tray on the tray table and pushed it so it was set above Y/N’s lap. 

   “Do you think I could have some tea?” Y/N asked.

   “Sure, just no sugar in it for now.”

   “I haven’t had any visitors, right?”    Nurse Whitney shook her head. “Just Leah but as far as I know, Mr. Edwards hasn’t stopped in.” 

   “Thank you, Nurse.”

   She nodded at Y/N and exited the room. Y/N picked at her porridge and wrinkled her nose at the milk. She’s always had a sensitive stomach but the pregnancy made it worse.

   Fortunately, Ben’s beating hadn’t done much to the baby, according to Dr. Thompson. Y/N was an extremely fortunate woman and if she kept getting her way, her child would never meet their monster father.

   A few minutes later, Nurse Whitney knocked on the door before opening it. “Miss Y/L/N, I hope you don’t mind but you have a visitor.”

   Y/N didn’t have time to react as Nurse Whitney stepped further inside and Tommy appeared in the doorway. Her y/e/c widened and she suddenly felt as though she was about to vomit the little porridge she’d eaten.

   “Visiting hours aren’t until eleven,” Y/N muttered. 

   “It’s half twelve,” Tommy said.

   His tone was unsettling and Y/N focused her attention on her tea.

   “I’ll leave you two alone then.” Nurse Whitney gave Y/N a bright smile before she walked out of the room.

   Tension filled the room as soon as the kind nurse left it and Y/N wished she could have walked out with her. Tommy stood at the foot of her bed, in his long dark coat and Blinder cap, radiating anger. He had a small paper bag in his hand and he look far less than pleased, it was his usual angry face. Unfortunately, it was near the expression he made when he was about to tear apart someone or everyone in the room.

    “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

    “I came to give you soup. Polly made it and insisted that I bring it over since she was busy. I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when Leah told me that you were so sick that no one could be near you.” Tommy moved to stand next to Y/N. “She’s an awful liar.”

    “Her job is to clean house----not lie,” Y/N muttered.

    “Right, that’s yours. It didn’t take long for me to get the truth out of her.” He set the bag on Y/N’s nightstand and sat in the chair next to her bed. “Now, tell me exactly what the bloody hell happened to you!”

    “There’s no need to yell, don’t yell at me.”

    “I have every right to yell at ya. You had me worried sick, thinking that you were dying, but you’re here, looking like you just crawled out of hell!” Tommy managed to calm down and Y/N avoided his icy gaze.

   “Remember my doctor’s appointment I had a few days ago?” Y/N asked.

   “Yeah.”

   “Well, I found out I’m pregnant, one month to be exact. That’s why I didn’t drink at the Garrison that night after work. Anyway, I was happy and surprised that I was going to be a mum and I hoped that Ben would feel the same way.”

   Y/N looked up at Tommy just to see his eyes darken. 

   “Ben did this?”

   “At first ,he was upset because he didn’t think we could afford it and I told him that I’m making enough money at the shop to sustain every body. Then, he took that as me insultin’ his job. Then, somehow, he thought that the baby wasn’t his but yours and got upset because I had promised him I would stay away from you lot even though I work for you.”

   “Why would he think it was mine?”    “A few months ago, he convinced himself we were having an affair because you had to walk me back home after drinking at the Garrison. He never checked up on me at the shop, though, so I didn’t think he would know if we were speaking or not.” Y/N sighed. “Anyway, he started hitting me, punching me, and smacking me. I would have fought back, but he held a knife to my neck, and told me that everything was my fault.” Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes. “That I was the reason his life went to crap and that I was a whore.”

   “He called you a whore?” Tommy looked upset.

   “He’s called me worse.” Y/N sniffled. “Anyway, when he left, I called Arthur to bring me here and decided to divorce Ben.” 

  Tommy ran his hand over his face slowly, the way he always did when he was trying to calm himself down. “So, your husband, a man I told you wasn’t right, almost killed you but instead of calling me, you called my brother?”

  “It’s not a big deal, Tom.”

  “It is a big deal!” Tommy stood. “You’re my best mate, I’m supposed to be there for ya. If something worse had happened to you, I’d go mad.”

  “Tom, I’m sorry, I was scared that if you saw me that night, that you’d kill him.”

  “He doesn’t deserve to breathe. Look at what he did to you and the baby!” 

  “I get that, Tom, really, I do. I’ve wanted to kill him for a while now, but I couldn’t.”

  “Why not?”

  Y/N hesitated. “Because...because I thought that I’d get thrown in jail or be a bleeding spinster for the rest of my life.”

  “Your stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day. Besides, if you had killed him, I would’ve helped you get rid of the body.”

  Y/N looked up at Tommy and smiled. Most mates joke about helping the other kill someone, but Tommy definitely meant it.

  “How long has this been going on?” 

  “Nearly the whole marriage. First, it was a fluke and he smacked me. He begged me to stay with im, said he’d get help but never did. Soon, I got real could at covering up bruises and blaming my clumisness for broken bones. I guess you could say you were right about him all along.” Y/N shook her head. “I hate when you’re right.”

  Y/N broke down again and Tommy gently hugged her. She hated that he was seeing her like this, all broken and upset. She could only imagine the state of her, but the glorious catharsis that came from her sobbing helped take her mind off it.

   When he pulled away, Tommy had a weird look in his eyes. “What are you gonna do next?”    “Ideally, I’d divorce Ben, move out to a big house in the country, have my kid and raise ‘im there. Realistically, I’ll probably move back in with my parents and you won’t lose your best book keeper,” Y/N said with a small smile.

   But Tommy wasn’t smiling. 

   “You’re not gonna divorce Ben?” 

    “What’s the point when I know you and the other Blinders are gonna kill ‘im?”

  Tommy smirked. “In this big house of yours in the country, you ever imagine room for a father to the baby?”

  Y/N’s eyes widened. Tommy couldn’t actually be offering to help her out in that sense, it would be asking for too much from him. 

  “Yeah, maybe, but I couldn’t imagine you would want that responsibility.”   “Why not?”

  “Because you’re Tommy Shelby, you go out and charm beautiful women out of their fine dresses all the time. You’d hate me if I tied you down just to help me out.”

   Tommy looked upset again, but it was for an entirely different reason. 

  “First off, I could never hate you. Second, it’s my job as your best mate to help you in any way I can and if that means moving out to the country with you to help the baby, that’s fine.” 

   “I...I can’t ask you to leave the company for me like this. It’s going so well.”

   “I’ll stay with the company, just manage it from the country.” He ran his hand over the top of Y/N’s head. 

   “And you’re doing all of this so that my child will have a father?” 

   “Partly. I also wouldn’t mind being your husband.” 

   Y/N fought to keep her mouth from falling open. Tommy couldn’t be serious, he just couldn’t be. This had to be a joke or a dream and she would wake up any second.

   But Tommy had never looked more serious before in his life.

   “What?”

   “I’ll leave you to think about it.”

   He kissed the top of her head and left.

   As Y/N relaxed into her pillows, one thing was for certain: Ben was about to learn that Tommy and his family were not simply book keeping gypsies.