A few days after your confrontation with Michael, you sat in your flat crying your eyes out. You had refused to talk to anyone as every emotion you felt came pouring out in hot, angry tears. Polly and Finn often came to check on you, but you refused to open the door for them. You loved them, but you couldn't face them. After about the fourth day, there was another knock on your door.

"Go away, Pol," you called out in a scratchy voice. "Open the door, Y/N," Arthur's voice called out. You didn't reply. He knocked again to no answer. The third time he knocked, another voice said, "Open the door or Arthur will break it down!" You recognized Tommy's growl and sighed. You knew he was serious. You got up and threw the door open, meeting the faces of Arthur, Tommy, and Ada.

"What?!" you snapped. Tommy looked unimpressed and Ada had a look of pity on her face. "Don't. Don't do that. I don't want your pity, Ada. I don't want any of this. And I'm not sorry I told Michael to go to Hell." Ada smiled at you before pushing passed her brothers and going to your wardrobe.

You didn't get the chance to ask what she was doing before Tommy said, "You're going to stay with Ada for the duration of your pregnancy." You arched a brow. "The hell I am. I'm not going anywhere he can just show up whenever he feels like." Tommy's eyes never left yours as you continued, "I am not Shelby property that you can do with as you wish, Thomas Shelby!"

To his credit, Tommy didn't raise his voice. He didn't even show any signs that he was upset other than a slight tick of his jaw. "No, you're not. But you are one of us. As is the child. You will be taken care of and protected. If you refuse to stay with Ada, then Polly is an alternative. Or you can take up residence with the Lees. We take care of our own, Y/N. Michael will not be allowed to come 'round without your permission."

You looked between the three Shelbys. They were all waiting for your answer. You met Tommy's gaze again. "Do you swear?" He nodded without hesitation. After a second, you found yourself agreeing. Ada went back to throwing your clothing in a trunk.

*time skip*

Months passed quickly and before you knew it, you were eight months gone. You'd had no contact with Michael, but knew Ada had. You'd come home from the market one day to smell the mixture of cologne and cigarettes you knew could only be him. Other than that, there was no sign of him, just as Tommy promised.

However, as the day you were due to deliver drew closer, you found yourself missing him. You knew it was probably the pregnancy messing with your head but you didn't care. You needed to clear the air before the baby came. So, you picked up the phone and asked the operator to dial Michael's number. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't Michael who answered the phone.

"I need to speak to Michael please," you said through gritted teeth when Gina answered the phone. You wanted so badly to tell her exactly what you thought of her, but you didn't. As she was pregnant as well, you didn't want to upset her. The baby was innocent after all.

"He's out. May I take a message?" You sighed heavily as you ran your hand over your stomach. "Fine. Please tell him Y/N called." It was silent on the line for a minute, then there was some shuffling, as if she was shifting the phone. "Michael doesn't want to speak to you, Y/N. He doesn't care anything for you or that bastard in your belly." With that, she hung up the phone.

Anger coursed through your veins like never before. Never before had you truly despised another human being, but you loathed Gina Gray. The front door of Ada's home burst open, pulling you from your thoughts. Polly frantically ran into the room.

"What are you doing here, Pol?" you asked. You were really trying not to take your anger out on her. "Are you alright?" You brows furrowed and you nodded. "Of course. Why wouldn't I..." you trailed off, meeting her gaze, "Did you have another dream? A vision?" She nodded.

"Well, don't worry. I'm fine. Just a little upset." No sooner had you finished speaking did you feel a sharp and unexpected pain shoot through your stomach. "No," you whispered. The pain didn't lessen despite your refusal to believe what was happening. "Polly?" She gave you a smile as you let out a scream, bringing Ada running.

"Ada, call Thomas and Arthur. Tell them to get Michael and bring him here. Drag him by the ear or tie him up if they have to." Ada nodded and moved for the phone. Polly wrapped an arm around you to help you up to your room. "Ada," you called back to her. "Yes, love?"

"Tell Michael to leave his fucking wife at home." Ada and Polly both chuckled a little. Polly lead you to your room while Ada placed the calls to her brothers. "I'm not ready, Pol. I'm scared," you admitted softly. Polly gave your shoulders a squeeze. "You're gonna be fine, love. Let's bring your darling girl into the world."

"A girl?" She beamed. "I saw her. A beautiful little girl." You couldn't help but smile. The door opened and Ada gave Polly a nod. "Doctor's on his way. Tommy too. He sent Arthur and Finn for Michael." You nodded and thanked her as another contraction hit you. You gripped Polly's hand so tightly, you thought you might rip it off. She hardly seemed fazed though. "Good girl. Breathe."

You heard voices drifting your way, one you recognized as Tommy's. The other was probably the doctor. "Take care of her," Tommy's accented voice said just outside the doorway, "I will make sure no one disturbs you." The doctor's gaze drifted to the bed and he smiled. "You have my word, Mr. Shelby. Ms. Y/L/N is in good hands." Tommy stared the man down with that intimidating stare of his, the one you'd been on the receiving end of on more than one occasion. After a moment, Tommy left without a word.

Time passed so slowly and yet so quickly at the same time while you worked endlessly to bring your little girl into the world. At one point, you heard screaming that was not your own, but Ada quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her, to make the ruckus stop. That left you squeezing the life out of Polly's hand. You were hot and tired and miserable, but you knew you couldn't give up. Finally, after what felt like hours, you heard the shrill cry of your newborn baby.

"A girl." The doctor placed her on your chest and you felt like you might cry. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll get them both cleaned up. And perhaps you would be kind enough to send Thomas up in a few minutes?" The doctor's brow furrowed and his mouth opened as if he was about to ask if Tommy was the father, but thought better of it.

"She's beautiful, Pol," you whispered. Polly smiled again. "I knew she would be. Now let's get you both cleaned up." You nodded and attempted to shift, but your eyelids felt heavy. Polly laughed and helped you, being careful of the little girl.

When she was done, she opened the door to let Tommy in. "Alright there, Y/N?" You told him your were fine, just tired. "Good. Michael's here. Do you want to see him?" You frowned for the first time since you laid eyes on your daughter. "If you don't, I'll tell him so. If you do, I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid," Tommy assured you. You contemplated for a moment. "He is her father, Tommy. He-He should see her," you said softly.

Michael appeared a couple minutes later, hand in one pocket and an unlit cigarette in the other. "Don't even think about it, Michael," you scolded harshly. Michael put the cigarette away as he drew nearer to you and his child. "Girl or boy?"

"Girl. She looks like you..." you said, trailing off. He came even closer so he could peer down at her. "She does. A little." You stayed silent, fighting back tears. What could you say to the man who had broken your heart and rejected your child? What could you say to the one who got another woman he hardly knew pregnant and married her? You thought you were in love. You had been. Apparently Michael hadn't. Before you could drown in your thoughts, Michael finally spoke again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mea-" You cut him off with a hiss. "Don't you dare say you didn't mean it, Michael! You sleeping around wasn't an accident! You screwed around, knocked her up, and married her, not caring two shits about me in the process. We were happy. We loved each other. At least I thought we did."

"We did! I did!" You shook your head as the tears started to fall. "No you didn't. If you had, you would have come home to me. You would have come home and married me, just like we talked about." Michael said nothing and you huffed. Silence once again descended on the room for a few moments. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Michael's gaze, so you settled for the ceiling or your daughter's face.

"What can I do?" You shook your head. "Nothing. We can't change it now. Go home to your wife, Michael. I won't keep you from seeing your daughter, but it will be under my terms. And that b-woman is not allowed anywhere near me or my daughter for the time being. I don't trust her. Especially not after this afternoon." Michael looked at you in utter confusion.

"You don't know?" you asked before rolling your eyes. "Nevermind. Go talk to your wife. I need rest." Michael surprisingly didn't argue and left. More tears fell from your eyes. How had things gotten so messed up? Other people would have blamed the entire family. "The Shelby's are bad news." But you couldn't. It wasn't their fault. It was yours and it was Michael's. Now you had to live with it. Still, as you looked down yet again, you smiled.

All the messed up situations in the world were worth seeing that little girl's face. Michael could rot with his wife for all you cared. You didn't need him and your daughter certainly didn't need to look up to him. The door opened again to reveal the rest of the Shelby clan. "Is everything alright?" You looked at them and smiled tiredly. "Everything is going to be fine...absolutely fine."