#Shelby Rushin

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I Only Wanted You; Part Four

A/N: I don’t think you were expecting this bad boy so soon. Sorry it was a little shotty. Not entirely confident with this part. Sooooo much going on. But, I’m happy to say that this story will be wrapping up in the next two parts. 

Requested By: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

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Part: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 3 ] 

Word Count: 1744

Y/N PoV:

Sitting there in the comfortable sitting room, nursing a cup of tea in her lap. Eyes drifted here and there and there taking in the intimate details of the room. Holding a great awkwardness about the situation the moment Esme excused herself to call the doctor. Y/N’s mind was drifting on and on. Lost in the cloud of her tired and overworked head. Weak and wary. She did not completely mind the heat felt from the freshly lit hearth since that day though sunny was especially chilly to.

That was mostly why she was thankful for the tea. The blend smoother than anything you’d ever tasted. A hint of peppermint that eased the creeping nausea and settled her forever restless stomach. Time ticked by before Esme arrived once more. Settling down in the couch just by her. “Sorry—one of the children is being extra fussy this afternoon, the doctor will be here in a hurry.” Esme said smoothly. Tommy had commented that he would grab the doctor on his way through—one he’d trust.

In the meantime, Esme spoke with Y/N trying to understand where the woman had been. What had been making her sick? Was she not eating enough? Or poorly. Could she have taken to the drink or Tokyo for the relief it gave? The equal Shelby outcast did not think that was the case though, after observing the behaviours for the shyer woman.

She had seen plenty of pregnant women before—Y/N was no exception.

“You didn’t have to get a Doctor Esme, I’ve no means to pay them. Nor you for that matter after the bill is bought forward,” Y/N finally spoke up. Leaning out placing the cup and saucer on the coffee table of polished mahogany. Another sign that the Shelbys were stepping up in the world; everything felt so rich. Compared to the modest living she preferred with Thomas. He did have other expensive housing choices, but she was simply content with the little home in Birmingham.

Not the estate where everything began for them. It felt wrong to step above her former colleagues. Since—in the beginning she had always come from a lower and smaller scene than them.

Like Esme she knew of an entirely different life away from the city of Small Heath. She knew the life in caravans and settlements with the Romani community. Y/N was a born farm girl that lost everything when her family died. Carrying on her life as a mother to her younger siblings—it was something that caused a great respect among the older Shelbys in the passing months. Esme, however, only needed to meet her once to know this woman often went without her own happiness for them. Something—she didn’t want to force anymore.

Y/N deserved happiness—just as much as anyone else.

Time passed gradually—she was tired and anxious. It looked as if sleep might very well hit her in this warmth. The Romani woman made no comment on it. “You should rest, don’t worry about payin’ the doctor. You need to see if yourself and the baby are alright,” Esme said was a nerve-wracking calm that suddenly made the nervous woman so much more awake than before. Looking at the Shelby wife noticing her swiftly cocked brow. “I’m not stupid as people might think I am, I’ve had two already with John. Don’t you think I would know the signs? Delivered plenty too.” She sounded disappointed for a moment there as Y/N looked down into her hands.

“You should sleep, there’s a room made upstairs for the new housekeeper. Might as well use it while waiting for the doctor,” she ushered Y/N out of the comfortable parlour into an equally comfortable bedroom with a single made bed. Offering something warmer to wear, and better suited for a sleep. It did not feel right taking someone else’s clothes and wearing them. So, she left them on the bedside table and just climbed under the covers as the Gyspy woman closed the door behind her. Disappearing downstairs to wait on Tommy’s arrival with the doctor.

Standing on the porch watching the car tear down the drive wildly. It was almost like they had John driving for once. A dangerous affair.

Tommy’s PoV:

“Where is she?” Tommy spoke with an undying urgency in his voice to see and hear that Y/N was alright and safe. But Esme looked to him for a moment, extending her arm outward blocking him. “What the fock—” he cursed but was cut off.

“No, don’t go rushin’ in there. Won’t do you any good—Tommy, she’ll panic, and it’ll do more harm than good at this stage.” Esme warned which caused the man to hold in his step. Pulse pounding in his temples. Nervous tension rising within himself. His mind automatically going to the worst. Had something bad happened to her? That is why it would make things worse seeing her.

A million thoughts ran through his head before noticing the doctor slipping away upstairs. Taking the led behind Esme, Tommy was sure to stay behind. Standing outside the bedroom where Y/N slept. Longing for a moment just to look in there and steal a glance of that beautiful peaceful facial expression. That expression that he would wake up some minutes before her only to watch her in peace. Where no worries or stresses tracked across her mind at all. When her soul seemed to be the apex of harmony.

Inside the doctor spoke in a low tone of voice, asking the questions Thomas needed just as much the answers. Before—his heart skipped, overhearing the conversation drift to something else.

Y/N was pregnant? He thought, tracing the palm of his hand over his face. Taking a shaking breath. Listening urgently trying to gage as much as he could from the conversation before something seemed to startle the woman inside. Out of the need to comfort her, Thomas stepped through the threshold spying her there standing tired and worn. In a state that broke his heart.

She looked like a lost lamb in the big bad world—the world he bought her into by knowing him and tarnished.

“Y/N, it’s alright your safe now. Just let the doctor take care of you. You’re look exhausted love.” Thomas spoke in the tone that was only reserved to her and her siblings—the people he loved so dearly. Stepping forward into the room his sky-blue eyes were not cold towards her, though they hardened towards the doctor. “Give us a moment please,” he ordered. Watching the man wander out of the room, hopefully to chew through a few cigarettes. Leaving him the chance to talk and speak with her. Find out what the hell happened that day.

“Tommy—what, did Esme call you?” Her voice was darty and anxious. It often got like that when she stressed, falling back into a seated position on the bed. Hands tightly balling into fists in her lap. Tears were falling as she began to sob, hands hurrying to her face. But Tommy was faster than her by a moment. Cupping her cheeks within his hands. Eyes filled with utter concern for her. She had lost so much weight in the last few months—not a good thing for a pregnant woman. Surely…

“Shhhhh… Shhhh…” He cooed to her tenderly, setting down on his kneels before her. Wiping the collection of tears away from her cheeks and ducts. “She did, but don’t be angry at her. We’ve all been looking for you for so long,” Thomas admitted his own eyes looking as if they were about to spring tears at the sight of her. Quickly pushing himself to his feet and engulfing her in the strongest and most tender hugs. Pressing his lips into her dry and messy hair.

“Please, let me fix this Y/N. We can go back to being a family. With this baby on the way.” He told her eyes happiest they had been in a long while since she had been missing.

“But—they think I’m no more than a gold-digger…” Her heartache apparent in those beautiful eyes he found himself lost in; even now.

“They were mistaken… I thought you had heard what they said. Love, I did defend you. But you know my family—speaking over them in the middle of something will not get a point across. I needed to wait.” He told her soothingly. Taking in the messy wisps of wave in her boyish crop of hair now. How it bought out something more insanely beautiful out of her features and face. Showed more the innocence still living beneath her anxious mask. “The baby—it’s ours isn’t it?” Thomas asked her in a light tone, afraid that there would be a moment where she would admit doing something in order to survive.

A lot of women sadly had to go there when in desperate times. However, one thing settled his heart was when she leant in and pressed her forehead against his own. “Yes. It’s ours, Tommy.” Y/N smiled weakly touching the small bump. A sight that would look even more beautiful when she had been dressed in some comfortable clothes, he had bought with him on the journey.

Thomas always kept a small bag packed for her of comfortable clothing and shoes. If he heard anything of her again. He would take it out there to meet her. Make sure that she was week and taken care of. If she never wanted to come home with him—it would be something he would part her with, yet, know that she is perfectly dressed and will not freeze with the chill drawing in.

He was so grateful this was not a goodbye, however. More a sound welcome home to the sweetheart maid that once walked into his dark estate and stole his heart like a theft in the night.

Noting the absence of her siblings, he looked around. Then looked back at Y/N. “How about after the doctor has been and done? We get you dressed in something nice and warm. I have clothes for the children, then we can go home.” Thomas proposed softly, offering that smitten smile that could make anyone weak in the knees. “Deal?” He asked.

Y/N only needed to smile a little. “Deal,” she whispered pressing the softest kiss to the back of his knuckles. Feeling once more secure with him.

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