Another love

Sarah was sipping her tea when she heard muffled voices as his booming footsteps marched through the corridors of her home before he slammed open the door to her dining room.

"Where's Finn?"

Ever since Sarah came back to the family she and Finn had reaffirmed the sibling bond that they once had, meaning he frequently stayed over at her house when doing jobs for Tommy or when he didn't want Pol to know he'd been up to no good, therefore he basically had his own room at Sarah's house.

"Good morning Tommy, I'm fine thanks, how are you?" Sarah sighed as she put down her newspaper.

"Morning! How are you? Where's Finn?" He snapped agitatedly,

"In his room."

"Finn!" Tommy started shouting his name as he went to the bottom of the stairs, making Sarah roll her eyes as she followed him

"Tommy! The boy rarely arises early on a regular day, let alone when he's been out. What's wrong?" Sarah stepped in front of the staircase to stop him from running up to wake Finn.

"Dad's dead." He replied simply as he rummaged through his coat pocket to find his cigarettes.

Sarah's jaw dropped she didn't know what to say as she remained speechless, she hated him, but he was still the boys' dad.

"How?"

"Shot outside a bar in Boston."

"Boston." She hummed in surprise, "Do you want me to tell him with you?" She asked, keeping her tone gentle towards an unstable Tommy.

"No, it's fine."

Sarah nodded before shouting up to Finn. Only to be interrupted by her maid.

"Miss Crawford, Mr Shelby-the other Mr Shelby left first thing this morning to meet his brothers."

Sarah shrugged at Tommy before thanking Vera for the information, "You may as well give me a lift to work then, Thomas." She said as she playfully tapped his cheek making him roll his eyes as she went upstairs to get dressed.

"Be quick!" Tommy shouted up to her as he tapped his foot impatiently.

Sarah shook her head as she quickly stepped into her dress and grabbed a pair of shoes.

"I'm coming!" She shouted as she ran back down the stairs. Tommy waited until she was midway down the stairs before setting off towards the front door. They drove to Small Heath in silence until Sarah couldn't take it any longer.

"Are you ok?" She asked quietly.

Tommy pulled his lips into a thin line and cleared his throat, "I can't forgive him."

"So don't forgive him. Mourn him and move on."

"That seems to be your answer for everything these days."

"As I said, you're the one who taught me that." She reminded him

()()()()()()

Sarah was sat at the desk going through the numbers and ignoring Esme's complaints

"It's not fair. They're off drinking and shooting rifles as we sit here. Listen to the mugs swearing, spitting on the bloody floor for us to fucking wipe up!"

Sarah understood that she was pregnant and hormonal, but it was still getting on her nerves. Lizzie seemed to have the same reaction as she leaned over the desk going through the papers whilst Esme continued to complain about work, without actually doing any.