M A K E M E M O V E L I K E A F R E A K

The morning had struck fast, feeling as though only moments ago you were drifting off to sleep, when in reality now you were waking up. There was a fine chill in the air, noticing how your fingers were icy cold sticking out from under the heavy quilt. The heavy warmth of Tom's body cascaded you between the worlds of awake and asleep, trying not to move as to hopefully fall back to sleep. But it appeared your lover was already awake.

"Darling?" he mumbled, still tucked up against you under the sheets, his chin resting on your shoulder while the arm that was wrapped around your waist brought you inevitably closer, "we need to get up soon"

A groan left your lips at the idea of getting up, showering and leaving the warmth of the comfortable bed. You didn't want to go back on the road again, it was going to take hours for you to get to JJ's. "Just... Five more minutes" you mumbled, shoving your head further down into the pillow in an attempt to block out the world.

"C'mon love," Tom teased, stroking the skin on your stomach with his thumb, placing gentle kisses along the shell of your shoulder, "the police aren't slacking, they'll be here within the hour" his tone changed to a more demanding level, setting the panic in your chest.

"Fine" you sighed, pushing the quilt back, flashing your naked body to the empty room, covering Tom with the quilt, "bagsy the shower first" you yawned, hopping from the bed and darting into the bathroom in a hurry. Tom chuckled, pushing the quilt back away from his face upon hearing the bathroom door close. Money was still sprawled out beneath his feet and mangled up in the bedsheets, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat.

He had some cleaning up to do.

Once you were showered and in a much better mood now you were fresh and clean, you slipped out of the bathroom in your towel, hair tangled with the skin on your back while you rummaged through Tom's suitcase, stealing yet another one of his shirts.

"Can we stop somewhere on the way at like a gas station, I'm craving some cheap goodies" you turned your head lightly, dropping your towel and throwing the shirt over your head. Tom nodded from the bed, biting the inside of his lip as his head was locked down, counting the money in his hands. While you continued to change, Tom set the money back down in the bottom of the leather bag ensuring that the correct amount was left.

"Shouldn't we clean up?" you paused, looking over the messy bed and ornaments that had fallen from the bedside table from last nights events, "we didn't exactly play soft last night"

"Cleaning is what the maids are paid to do," Tom shrugged, "not our problem, love"

Rolling your eyes you strutted over to the bed, pulling and tugging at the sheets to straighten them out, "just because you're lazy"

"Am not" he turned on the bed, looking at you straight. "Yes, you are, how many times have I had to pick up after you?" you teased, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it mid-air, throwing it back at you, seeming to miss and it landed in the place against the headboard.

"You love me though" he smiled, standing from the bed and tucking the quilt under the mattress.

"You got me there"

Things were moving swiftly and on schedule the way you had planned. After tidying up to an extent, you departed down to the lobby to hand in your key with one last thanks and headed out to the car.

"Holy shit" you cursed, stopping at the entrance to the Motel, seeing the thick layer of snow that had settled in the car park. A content sigh left your lips, dancing around in the ankle-deep sea of white that soaked the bottom of your jeans as you wandered to the car, Tom trailing behind you, quite literally following your footsteps.

"You're so immature" Tom teased, unlocking the car and tossing the bags in the back in the maroon lighting of the six am sun.

"It's called having fun, you should try it sometime"

"Oh, I had plenty of fun last night, love"

Once the bags were in the back and safely secured over you were off, down the road towards Auburn. Your eyes were locked, looking out the window at the passing snow, birds fluttering in the trees as you passed a forest and off onto the highway. It was rather silent aside from the radio playing a song that you didn't recognize, but it had a nice beat. While the engine roared, more snow began to fall, making your heart leap into jumping jacks.

As all fell still and quiet you could feel sleep calling your name once again, but with every muscle, you tried to fight it. You knew it was a long ride ahead, but sleeping now would mean later tonight you'd be up like a flashlight.

"Y/N?" Tom broke the silence in the air by calling your name. Usually, he would call you by the name of darling or babe, which meant whatever conversation was about to erupt would be serious.

"Yes?" You replied, turning your head in hand to face him at the wheel. He looked worried, or confused, or just like he was thinking. You weren't sure.

"Have you ever thought about... About having kids?"

If you were the one driving you'd surely be in a ditch. Tom wasn't the type of guy to... Settle in or settle down in such a-way. He lived life on the edge, there was no such thing as adding on responsibilities... And kids. Well, they were practical spawns of Satan up until the age of... Well, it depends.

"Tom, are you serious," you quizzed, turning lightly in your seat, "we're criminals, we couldn't possibly-"

"I-I know, I know" he sighed. From the look on his face, it seemed as though he had given this particular topic quite some thought, which admittedly made you melt a little.

"Go on" you smiled gently, deciding to hear him out.

"It's just, when we finally stop this- If we ever stop all of this, I wanna settle down, y' know? Start a family. We've been in love since high school, darling, your definitely the one"

The fact that Tom had chosen you over the other seven billion people on the planet that he could have aimlessly fallen in love with, made your cheeks flush and heart race. You and Tom hadn't exactly had an easy start to life, practically growing up together and then finally becoming what some might call lovers.

"Thanks, Tom" you smiled, "I get it, I've thought about it vaguely, but... When we're ready, yeah?" You placed a comforting hand on his clothed thigh, rubbing gentle circles into the fabric with your thumb.

"Of course, love" he smiled.

After another twenty minutes of peaceful driving through the snow, you finally bypassed what looked like an empty gas station. Remembering your request, or either craving for 'cheap goodies' as you had mentioned back in the hotel, Tom didn't hesitate to pull into one of the many open spaces.

"You need some cash?" Tom asked as he killed the engine, tossing the keys into the drink slot.

"Nah, I'm good, you need anything?" You asked, unbuckling your seatbelt. Tom shrugged, looking over, "surprise me with something"

"Will do" you winked, before opening the car door and stepping out into the open space. The concrete beneath your feet was jagged even under the fine blanket of snow that had blown in under the shelter from the wind, and the strong smell of petrol filled the thick, misty air. It made your eyes water and nose sting, lifting the bottom of your, well Toms shirt, to your nose to bypass the stench.

With weary eyes, you made your way over to the shop. The neon signs hanging in the window were dead, with no lights shining although some posters still hanging on the doorway. The window ledge was crowded with empty beer cans and a small bin, overflowing with trash. You grimaced at the image, watching your step as you grasped the door handle and gently gave it a push.

Tom was watching you from the car, deciding to fill the tank while he waited. The inside was much like the outside, dirty magazines and old newspaper articles coating the tiled flooring, and most of the shelves were empty. The cash register looked deserted, some old had butts resting on the side.

"Hello?" You called out, already browsing what was left on the shelves. There was a mixture of candy, multicultural chocolates and some drinks around the back. Yet there was still a thick silence in the air. Despite the strong cliche horror movie vibes, you carried on through the shop, knowing you were safe with Tom by the car.

After umming and erring over what there was left to choose from, you began to fill your pockets, of course making sure they were still in date. Although you were keen to just survive on sugary shit, you spotted some freshly packed sandwiches around where the drinks were located. Creeping around the rather tall shelves, you grabbed what was left in the containers and baskets, arms starting to overflow.

Standing back up, straightening out your back your head was hit was something cold, much like metal, and the heat of the breath of another being on the back of your neck. A shiver of fear shot your spine, eyes glued open to the shelving unit in front.

"Planning on paying for those?" Whoever deemed to be behind you sounded rather old, a gruff tone, deep and dark. Aside from the fact he not only sounded threatening, but it had been made clear that he probably had a gun pointed to the back of your head.

"Actually, yes I w-"

Before you could even finish your sentence the sound of a trigger clicking filled the air following a gunshot. You ducked to the ground, dropping the contents in hand watching some of the glass bottles smash on the tile flooring. You groan aloud, heart thumping in your chest while the sound of Tom chuckling away to himself rang in your almost burst eardrums.

"Seriously, Tom?" You scoffed, standing up and twirling on the spot, "have you ever heard of playing with your food?"

"Oh, lighten up love" he teased, smoke flowing from the tip of his Glock, "it was you or him"

Shaking your head you peaked down, seeing a middle-aged man, long white beard now smothered in crimson blood lying face down on the floor with a hole the size of a doorknob sprawled in the back of his skull. You clicked your tongue, bending down and collecting the items before they too drowned in the blood lake.

Some people tend to get freaked out when someone is shot right before your eyes, but not you, nor Tom. It was normal, you did it all the time and some might say it was a bad habit. Tom had a strong instinct to protect you no matter the cost, and part of you knew he shot the man under the instinct to keep you safe, not just a bit of fun like he was playing it off to be.

"Most of these are still in date but they'll have to be eaten before next week," you scrunched your nose, leaning into the contents in hand to check the dates.

"Yeah, I'm sure James and Jules will have some of 'em" Tom nodded, helping pick up some of the contents and stuffing them into his pockets.

Once you cleared out the shop you made your way back to the car, dumping what you had collected into the boot and back seats where there was room, shifting the bags and suitcases.

"How long d' you think it'll be before we get to JJ's?" You yawned, stretching out your arms over your head.

"Uh," Tom thought for a moment, opening the driver's door, "a couple of hours maybe?"

"I'll drive" you sighed with a smile," you've been driving all day, and yesterday, I'll take this one"

"Thank you, baby" Tom smiled softly, kissing you on the cheek as you passed him. You settled yourself down into the driver's seat, adjusting the steering wheel and chair to your liking while Tom set himself back in the passenger's seat.

One you were secured tightly in the safety of your seatbelt and made comfortable, you twisted the keys and started up the engine. "Y' know, this is exactly what I'm talking about when I say we're not ready for kids" you sigh, looking over at him with a raised brow. Tom had already lowered his chair, barely paying attention with his cheek nuzzled down into the leather. You smiled gently, resting your arm against his chair as you twisted to look backward, reversing the car back onto the open road.

"What do you mean by that, love?"

"Tom you just shot a man, imagine how the kids would feel if they saw that" you sighed, biting the inside of your lip as your trained eyes focused back on the road. Tom had to admit, you had a point, a strong one at that. But he so desperately wanted little feet and hands to hold, watch a family start and grow of his own.

"I know, love, but just think about how cute a tiny version of me would be" he chuckled, "with little brow curls"

"Okay, that would be very adorable" you nodded.

"I know you don't want history to repeat itself," Tom sighed, shifting in his seat so he could partially sit up, "growing up wasn't easy for either of us"

"I'll drink to that," you sighed. Tom wasn't wrong, you didn't want any kid, especially not your own to grow up the way you had. You wanted to be everything and anything that your mother wasn't. Give them the world and tell them that it's their playground, no rules, no nothing; let them be who they pleased.

"But we had each other, right?" He chastised, leaving a smile on your lips.

"We sure did, and a good thing too... I often think about where I wouldn't be without you"

After a long drive through the outskirts of the city, you finally bypassed the road sign into Auburn where the population was less scarce and more cars began to show the deeper you drove. Tom had stayed awake the whole time, despite being exhausted, which left you to talk about everything and anything that occupied your mind space. He was a good listener, aside from that sweet ass, it was yet another one of his many great assets.

After passing through the center of the city and into the more derelict side of town, you finally came to park the car right outside the grand building once known as Auburn's library, now a home for scarce mafia members much like yourself and Tom. Switching off the engine you set back, yawning aloud while stretching out your arms, shoving Tom's head playfully.

Looking out front you could see James and Jules standing on the porch, your cheeks heating with joy and heart beginning to race as their pace grew quicker towards the car. Opening the car door you slipped off your belt, jumping up from the seat and into the arms of Jules who had met you halfway.

"You made it!" she squealed, her blonde frizzy hair tickling your nose from the side as you inhaled her sweet scent; a scent that reminded you of home.

"Sorry we're late, we made a stop on the way" you smiled through the material of her jumper, cheeks squished together as she squeezed you harder. Over by the other side of the car, Tom and James were politely shaking hands, smiles on both their faces and the famous four were finally reunited.

James and Jules were the twins of the orphanage you and Tom were both moved to after being kicked out of your parent's household. It was difficult at the time, being surrounded by kids who were much older than yourselves and not only that but being made to breathe the same air, eat the same food and in the worst of times share the same bed as them. Luckily, James and Jules took you under their wing when they were transferred, and ever since then, you've been a tight-knit group.

James was like a brother to you, and Jules much like a sister, together you were almost family.

"You want us to help you unpack" Jules smiled as she finally released you from her grasp, tucking the loose strands of fallen hair behind her ears.

"No, no, it's fine" you shook your head, "Tell you what though, I'm fucking ravished"

James chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder as he wandered over. You smiled, pulling him into a hug. He was a little taller than you, sprouting a beard and he'd always had gorgeous eyes. "Good, because Jules' cooking her famous lamb chops"

"Thank fuck!" Tom groaned, throwing his head back making you giggle, "it's nice to be home"

After finally setting the bags down in the lobby of the household, you were set down at the dinner table for a meal and a long-overdue discussion about the 'big plan' that you were all hoping would be executed within what was left of the year.

"So, how was waitressing?" James teased, giving you a light punch on the shoulder as he set the table.

"Of, fuck off" you smirked, "shit if you must know. Shit pay, shit hours, shit staff for a start. They're genetically closer to a fucking moth"

"Oh really? Not far from home then"

"Fuck off James!" you shone a tight-lipped smile, catfighting your fingers together as he passed, heading back into the kitchen to collect more cutlery. The smell of lamb and mince filled the small dining room, light shining through the open windows from the dusk of the evening and the dull lighting of the broken chandelier above your head. You were shortly accompanied at the table by Tom, waddling in carrying masses of paper, documents, and books, not so carefully placing them on the table.

"Oi, sherlock," you groaned, "we're having dinner in a sec"

"Yeah, yeah just one minute" he nodded, spreading out the sheets over the table, "you know what James' like with the blueprints, he'll have us digging to Antarctica" he shook his head, seeming to have already picked out a mistake in the planning sheets.

This year you were partaking in London's greatest robbery. After becoming quite the skilled fox between the four of you, it was equally decided that taking on a bigger challenge would be fun. Despite the danger, money was in the pinpoint of Tom's eye, so of course, London's central bank was next in line. It was the most heavily guarded building in the whole of London, hence the blueprints, however, you had a better idea.

"Why not just shoot the bastards, we're not exactly great at hiding out Tom, even after we rob the bank they're gonna know who we are" you offered up, leaning your head into your hands over the table.

"As much as I love that idea, love, we're not gonna be the only ones with guns on the doorstep" he cocked a brow. Okay, he had a point.

"Alright, get your shit off the table, dinner is served" Jules boomed as she rushed into the room, carrying a pot filled with gravy, the pottery burning her hands even through the ovenproof gloves. Tom was quick to move the sheets of paper, numerous pieces falling on the floor in the process.

"Wow, Jules, this looks amazing!" you gasped, looking down at the food displayed on the table. "There's enough here to last us like, all week"

"Not when this one's finished there won't be" she teased, poking Tom in the shoulder while sliding off her oven gloves.

"Hey!" Tom pouted, "I'm a growing boy!"

After the food had been devoured and everyone was settled into their daze of being completely full, set back in their seats chatting away, smiles beaming like there wasn't a care in the world.

"Look at us," James interrupted the laughter, "look how far we've come"

"True" you nodded, "we didn't exactly have an easy start to life"

Silence fell upon the table as you sat and bloomed in the victory of your earnings and maturity when Jules raised her glass of sparkling champagne.

"To us" she smiled proudly, the three of you following suit, cheering with smiles and laughter, "To us".

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