Thomas Brodie-Sangster imagines

Whitey

Your POV

I'm walking down the street of La Belle my white dress with a yellow ribbon tied around my waist blows lightly as the breeze hits the bottom of my dress

the sun just fully raised beaming down on my head woman starting to open curtains and doors for the fresh air some wave to me as I go past their houses I wave back
"Morning Y/n"one of the women says at her from door

"Good morning Mrs Wheeler"I smile
I walk into my small bakery that I took over after my mother died when I was little and my father died in the mine accident

I put my apron on and start to roll out dough I hear the bell of the door i can hear the sound of Whiteys boots hit of the floor
"And what are you doing here Mr Winn"I ask not looking up as I continuing to roll out the dough

"Well Mrs Winn I wanted to give you our Son that you forgot to take out the crib this morning"I look up to him to see Whitey holding our three year old son Lucas in his hands

"Oh my gosh I'm such a terrible mother!"I wipe my hands on my apron he chuckles
"You are most definitely not a terrible mother you are just simply tired from hardly any sleep so I suggest we get you back home have a bath and have the day off"

"What about the bakery? And your job at the station?"
"The bakery and the station can wait a day come on let's go back home"I nod and take my apron off we walk back home

Whitey runs a bath for me while I set our son down into his crib for his late morning nap he falls asleep as I sing him a lullaby

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow.
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.
Lay down your head, and close your eyes.
And when they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm.
Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away.
A cloak of green, a moon beam ray.
Forget your woes, and let your troubles lay.
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Here it's safe, and here it's warm.
Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Hre your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place where I love you"
I kiss his forehead

"Love the bath is ready"I turn around to see Whitey leaning on the door frame
"Thank you Baby"I kiss his lips
"Mind if I join you ya know to save water and stuff"He smirks

"I wouldn't mind a little company"we walk into the bathroom and strip down we get Into the bath my back on Whiteys chest and his arms around my waist while tracing shapes on my stomach

"Love?"I look up at him
"Yeah baby?"he smiles
"I want to have a little blonde haired girl"I smile I peck his lips
"I can see what I can do"