⋆⭒˚.⋆𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒⋆⭒˚.⋆

The streets of Birmingham were covered in a dense fog, the street lamps producing a weak glow. The gloomy weather reflected your internal struggle. It had been around two months since coming to this part of England, mostly because your father had business here but you also needed a break from America.

Those two months were some of the most eventful days of your life, although not in the best way. Thomas Shelby, the man who ran a dangerous street gang, the man who instilled fear into the hearts of many, was also the only man who had the ability to make your knees shake. The only issue was he wasn't yours, you were his but Thomas's heart belonged to his wife, Grace, and their newborn boy, Charles, the worst part is that you denied yourself from thinking about that fact.

You stood at the door of Thomas's home, the Arrow House, before you brought your hand up lightly knocking. Thomas informed you Grace would be out of town for the weekend with their newborn. The door swung open revealing Thomas, a cigarette hanging from his lips accompanied by an irritated expression which relaxed when he saw it was you.

"Took you long enough, love." He spoke, smoke curling from his mouth into the air as he stepped aside letting you in.