This is bad.

You don't know how you got yourself in such a situation like this one. how, or why it happened.

It was a nice, calm night. until literal chaos erupted and wormed itself into your life. Thomas fucking Shelby.

you'll never understand the man, the real motive behind this particular action, his real intentions when he announced you an official Shelby man, to his fucking family, no less. despite not even being married. he was mad, you thought. and so was his family, apparently, given their very much cool reaction -and even their joy for both you and him to these news.

you never knew how you got yourself into this mess with him, and worse, you didn't know how to get out of it either. what you did know, though, is that you're now a part of their family, and their business, too. despite Arthur's earlier distrust, they pretty much welcomed you in.

You're basically one of them now, you share meals with them, business, talks, and even some nice evenings with Polly and Ada. Thomas seems quiet fond of you, too fond, actually. you don't mind the spoiling and luxury life, really. it just feels weird, still. but you're trying to stop thinking about it.

The family was united in the dining area, discussing business matters. you and Thomas stood together with his hand resting on your hip, fingers gently stroking your hip almost absentmindedly. engrossed in the discussion, occasionally stopping to stare at you when you're talking with either Polly or Ada, or stealing and giving a few kisses here and there.