The next morning, Tommy woke up to the sound of soft crying. Once he'd rubbed his eyes and his brain had connected to reality, he jumped out of bed and ran to the room across the hall.
Knock
Knock
Knock
"Is everything alright love?" Tommy asked knocking on vickys door. When she didn't answer, he walked in. But vicky wasn't there. Her whimpers were coming from the en suite, so Tommy began knocking. After one Knock, he heard it. The sound of vomit hitting the bottom of the toilet, splashing against the sides. He sighed, shaking his head before walking in, closing the door behind him.
Vicky was crouched over the toilet, throwing up whilst tears poured down her cheeks. Her face was pale from the loss of liquids and her lips were very pink. Tommy knelt down to her side, his hand rubbing her back whilst the other hand held her hair back
"I want george" she cried, her own bodily fluids cutting her off
"I know baby. Its alright. I know im not as good as George but I'm here for ya. Just get it all out. Is this the baby or...?" Tommy was incredibly scared. He knew that morning sickness was a common symptom of pregnancy. But for his daughter, it was also one of the first things to happen before she takes a turn for the worst
"It's happened every morning for months. It's just the baby" vicky wiped her mouth, sitting against the bath, her head leaning on Tommy's shoulder as she gripped onto his hand
"I'm sorry youre going through this. If I could switch places with you, I would" Tommy chuckled as did vicky
"I'd like to see you try. You wouldn't last a day. Us girls are built different" she smirked, Tommy's thumb briefly wiping over her cheeks, pushing her tears to one side
"Let's get you back to bed. I have a meeting today so I have to leave. But if you need anything then just let a maid know and they can call the garrison" Tommy said. He helped vicky stand up, getting her toothbrush for her and waiting until she'd finished brushing her teeth. Once that was done, he walked her back to bed. Bouncer was waiting patiently outside the en suite, jumping into bed the moment vicky was back in her bedroom
"I love you" vicky said, slowly drifting off to sleep, her arm around bouncer and her face against his warm fur
"I love you more" with a loving kiss to the head, Tommy left, making his way to the garrison where his family had called a meeting. It was rare for anyone other than himself to call this meeting. He wasn't 100% sure who had arranged the meeting. But John had told Tommy about it
"Right let's make this quick then. My daughters back at home throwing up every meal she's ever ate and I'd rather be with her right now" Tommy said the second he walked through the doors. He took a seat, looking at his family. They all shared a look, yet none of them made any attempt to speak
"If we're just gonna sit here in fucking silence then I'll leave. I have more important things to do"
"Look Tom, I know you don't want to hear this, but we need to start making plans for vickys funeral" John began. Tommy flipped over a chair and launched at John, pinning him against the wall, their eyes met angrily but John made no attempt to push him off
"She's still fucking breathing and already you're planning her funeral?" Tommy asked aggressively
"We don't mean any harm Tommy. But vicky should get a say in what happens. We don't even know if she wants to be buried or have a gypsy burning. She had a right to make the decisions for herself, even if you don't wanna hear about it" esme told Tommy
"No. There is no need. She isn't dying" Tommy chuckles, drinking some whiskey straight from the bottle
"Thomas-" but he cut polly off
"It's ok pol, I know my girl, she isn't leaving, she's staying right here by my side. OK? Vicky isn't dying. She's not. She's going to live a long and happy life" his eyes had gone crazy, and it's like he couldn't focus on one thing. His family watched in desperation. Tommy shelby was in denial. Usually, he'd be very realistic. Straight to the point. But now, he couldn't allow the thoughts of vickys death to plague his mind
"You need to accept it. For vickys sake" Michael said
"Don't tell me how to help my fucking daughter. Next person who mentions her death is gonna walk out those fucking doors blind!" Tommy curses, smashing up glasses. After a few more words, the shelbys realised it was useless. It was all useless. They couldn't convince Tommy. So they left. All except for polly
"Oh pol" Tommy fell to the floor, the tears pouring down his face with his head in his hands. Polly was taken aback at first, seeing her nephew in such a state. But then she remembered what it was like when she found out her daughter had died. She felt embarrassed to show the pain. Yet the need for someone to understand was great. Tommy had that. He had someone there to understand how he felt
"It's alright. We have time to prepare ourselves my boy" it's been a long time since polly called Tommy her boy. A very long time. But it felt right in that moment. She was sat next to him on the floor, her arms around him
"Vicky needs her father-"
"Ugh pol-"
"No. Listen to me Tommy. Vicky needs her father. She is going through hell. We all are. But she is a little girl, going through physical agony only to die in a few months, leaving behind her baby boy. You must be strong. For her. And your grandchild" polly says blinking away her tears
"I'm trying. I am. I don't want to accept it pol"
"I know Tommy. But you must not be in denial. It's happening. You need to understand that"
"Did you say boy?" Tommy asked and polly gasped, covering her mouth in shock
"Vicky doesn't want to know. Don't tell her. Keep this between us. But yes, you are going to have a grandson to love and spoil" polly smiles sadly
"No. I could never love the monster than murdered my daughter"
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Shelby Fire- Completed
FanfictionBefore the war, there was a girl. Her customers knew her as Sapphire, her family knew her as Dotty. After falling pregnant with Thomas Shelby's baby, she runs. No one knows where and Tommy was left believing she had simply grown tired of small heath...
