"Where is it? Where is it?"

Thomas woke up to Angelina thrashing around in the bed, pulling the covers from him as she frantically looked around the room for something, looking under clothes and behind cabinets in desperation.

"Woah, Angelina," Thomas held out his hand as he sat up in the bed, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"

"My necklace! My necklace is gone I can't have lost it I-"

"Lina, calm down, it's here."

Angelina rushed back over to Thomas and watched as he reached to his bedside table and gently pulled the pendant from inside a drawer, handing it back to her with a sad smile.

"You took it off last night when we..."

Tommy shrugged his shoulders, watching as she clasped the chain back around her neck and clutched it tightly.

It was incredibly hard for Thomas to have to deal with the grief as well as love. He adored Angelina and desperately wanted to be happy forever with her, and it seemed like they were on track, but he couldn't deny the feeling of his stomach dropping every time she unlocked the pendant to look at the photograph of Alfie Solomons that was constantly around her neck.

Angelina glanced over at Tommy, noticing his deflated expression as he gazed mindlessly out of the window.

"Hey," she shuffled across the bed towards him and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry."

Tommy just shook his head and looked down at her.

"You've no need to apologise, I knew all the terms and conditions didn't I?"

Angelina knew Tommy hated it when she apologised for the way she acted when it came to grieving Alfie, but it didn't make her feel any less guilty. She knew how hard it was for him to sit there and watch her gaze at a photograph of Alfie or clutch her necklace when they were out together, but she couldn't help it. She missed Alfie deeply and the pain hadn't resided, but her love for Thomas had grown.

Tommy and Angelina got themselves ready for the day and had breakfast together downstairs. It wasn't the first time Angelina had ended up staying over at Tommy's house, she had a feeling that she'd end up making a habit out of it, struggling to sleep by herself since they'd spent the first night together after Alfie's death.

"I want you to meet Polly today, and Michael. You've not met them yet and I think it's important that you do." Tommy said whilst flicking through a newspaper.

"Polly? As in the one who doesn't like me?"

Tommy rolled his eyes and threw the paper onto the table.

"She doesn't know you, Angelina. And if it makes it any better, she hasn't liked any woman any of us have brought back to her."

"No," Angelina said while sipping her tea, "That didn't make it any better at all."

Once they'd finished eating, Thomas and Angelina left his home and made the short journey round the corner to Polly's house. She had been reunited with her estranged son Michael in the midst of the death of Alfie, so Angelina had yet to meet him, though she'd put off meeting Polly for what seemed like an eternity.

Thomas knocked on the door and Angelina stood shyly by his side, trying to not let her heart explode out of her chest at the rate it was beating. She was incredibly nervous, which was unusual as Angelina was a more confident woman than most, but this was Tommy's family, and it was important.

The door swung open and a gentleman in a waistcoat not much younger than Angelina stood in the doorway, a smile on his face when he saw Thomas.

"Tommy, come in."

"Michael," Tommy nodded and walked inside, Angelina following behind, "This is Angelina. I thought it was time you met her."

Michael gave Angelina a huge smile and immediately took her hand in his own, gently kissing the back of her palm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard a lot about you Angelina. Let me take your coat."

"Thank you," Angelina smiled and handed her coat to Michael, "The pleasure is all mine."

"Where's Pol?" Thomas said, sitting down on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"She'll be down in a minute, tea?"

"Sugar in mine, none for the lady."

Michael nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Angelina stood wearily, not sure what to do with herself. She hadn't felt this awkward in a long time, she couldn't remember the last time she had to meet a family, never mind a family like this one.

Thomas beckoned her over and she took a seat beside him. He placed a hand on her thigh and gave her a reassuring nod as Michael came back into the room with a tray of tea cups.

"God it's fucking freezing, do we have anymore wood for the fire Michael? Oh- Thomas, I didn't expect you this early."

"You know me Pol, early riser."

Angelina wasn't sure what she'd expected Polly to look like, but she certainly hadn't expected her to look as glamorous as she did.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

Polly stared at Angelina with a small smile. She couldn't quite tell whether it was genuine or not, but Angelina was just thankful that she'd made the effort either way.

"Polly, this is Angelina. Angelina, meet Polly Gray."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Gray."

Angelina shook Polly's hand loosely before sitting back down beside Tommy.

"I've heard a lot about you, this one won't shut up about you whenever I see him, which isn't much nowadays."

"Polly." Thomas shot his aunt a knowing look, to which she simply rolled her eyes and sat down opposite them, throwing her shawl over one shoulder.

Silence fell apart from the crackling of timber on the fire while Michael poured the four of them a cup of tea.

Angelina shuffled in her seat, smiling at Michael as a thank you when he handed her her cup.

"You've caused your fair share of trouble since coming to Birmingham I understand, Angelina."

"I have family ties that make it impossible to avoid these things, as I'm sure you understand."

Polly sipped her tea and looked in Tommy's direction.

"Angelina's brothers are Lorenzo and Stefano Santoro, though only Lorenzo is still with us."

Polly just nodded.

"And you're in love with Thomas Shelby, is that right?"

"Polly," Tommy scorned again, placing his cup and saucer on the table with a bang, "Leave it."

Polly smiled and looked at Angelina.

"You've really got a hold on him sweetheart, I've never seen him like this before."

Angelina blushed and sipped her tea. Part of her was thankful that Tommy interjected her question. Deep down she knew the answer, but she wasn't quite ready to say it out loud. It had been a month since she had kissed Thomas for the first time, but neither of them had said those three little words to one another, even though there had been moments where Angelina knew it was on the tip of Tommy's tongue when the two were laying opposite one another in bed at night.

They stayed at Polly's for a while longer, the conversation became less intimidating after a while and Angelina left feeling like she might be in Polly's good books for once.

Angelina held onto Thomas' arm as they walked through the streets of Small Heath, heading for nowhere in particular, but not wanting to return home just yet.

"I want to move, Angelina. Move to the countryside."

"What?" Angelina said, surprised at Thomas' statement that had come completely out of the blue.

"There's a big house, plenty of land, stables for the horses. It's beautiful, and I want to live there with you."

"Tommy I, I don't know what to say."

Thomas stopped in his tracks. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag as he thought about what he wanted to say next.

"I'm sick of this life," he began, blowing out the smoke from between his lips, "I don't want it anymore. I want peace and quiet, I want a fresh start, I want somewhere we can call our own. Where you don't have to worry about where I am all the time, where we can wake up next to each other every day, where you don't have to be afraid of anything anymore. I want us to be happy."

"Tommy," Angelina placed her hands on his cheeks, smiling at him, "I'm happy anywhere with you, I don't need a huge fancy house to be happy, I just need you."

He shook his head, stamping out the cigarette on the floor after only a couple of drags.

"You're too modest, Angelina. You deserve the world. It's too late anyway."

"What do you mean?"

Thomas reached into his pocket, a smirk on his face.

"I've already got the keys."