Delilah skipped down the stairs, a wide smile on her face, looking at Tommy who stood at the bottom with his arms open. "Happy birthday, my girl" he said, embracing her. "Thank you," she said.

"Grace and Charles are in the drawing room," he said. She nodded and followed him in, smiling at the small boy who waved a wrapped present in the air.

Delilah sat on the velvet couch. "Thank you, Charlie" she beamed, taking it from his hands and lifting him up into her lap. "Help me open it?" she asked.

The small boy excitedly ripped open the paper and Delilah gasped.

"That's off Grace," Tommy leaned against the wall. Delilah admired the pair of diamond earrings, looking at the blonde woman. "They're beautiful, thank you,"

The girl continued opening the presents and Tommy cleared his throat. "I've got you one more, our by the stables," he said. She tilted her head and stood, quickly walking out to the stables. She froze, looking at the gorgeous black horse. "Oh my god," she whispered, stroking it.

"What's she called?" Delilah asked him.

"That's for you to decide" He said, folding his arms.

-

Delilah glanced up at the portrait of Francis that hung beside the stairs as she went to join the guests that were arriving. 4 years today since her mother had died.

John cheered as Delilah he walked into the large house, multiple blinders behind him. "Happy birthday, Lilah, girl" he shouted, shaking her shoulders. "Finally fucking nineteen, eh? Your getting old" Arthur mumbled.

"Fuck off," she joked, pushing him away.

-

The Shelby house was full of Peaky Blinders and people who knew the family, gathering for Delilah's birthday. As per usual, she was drunk.

"Excuse me," she excused, holding her stomach and rushing to the bathroom upstairs. Delilah was hunched over the toilet as bile rose up her throat.

She gagged, cringing.

As she sat back, her head spun.

She watched as her mother lay in a pool of her own blood, being held by Tommy. Delilah fought against Reggie's grip as he held her beside the table,

Delilah forcefully closed her eyes, trying to shake the memory.

A lump gathered in her throat as she pushed away, running to her father and collapsing into him. "Tell me she's not dead," she begged.

Tears began falling from Delilah's eyes, pulling at her hair as the image of Francis' lifeless body flashed in front of her eyes. "Lilah?" Isiah appeared. "Fuck off," she screamed, sobbing. Panic filled him. "Delilah it's me,"

She struggled to breath and looks up at him.

"What's going on?" he asked, falling to his knees and pulling her in with no hesitation. "What's happened?" he held the back of her head as she took a fistful of his clothes.

"It's okay Delilah, i've got you" he said quietly as her hands shook.

Isiah leaned his head against the wall as he sat for minutes, consoling the girl. "Four years," she whispered. "Four years since she died..i saw it, as if it happened all over again"

He said nothing.

Delilah gripped the sink, using it to pull herself up and stare in the mirror. "Isiah, the relationship between my dad and Grace..reminds me so much of the one he had with my mother. And i'm so afraid that Grace's fate will mirror my mums"

Isiah stood, cupping her face and using his thumb to wipe underneath her eyes.

"It's your birthday, Delilah, use tonight to honour your mum?" he suggested. "Do it for her, you think she wants you to be in a state like this?"

A small smile appeared on Delilah's lips as she placed her hands over Isiah's as he held her face. "Yeah.." she whispered.

Delilah stared into his brown eyes, her stomach filling with a nervous feeling. Isiah's eyes darted down to her lips and his breath hitched.

He felt it was wrong to kiss her, no matter how much he wanted to. He thought it would be seen as him taken advantage of her vulnerable state. He thought that until she leaned in, softly kissing him. His eyes closed and he kissed her back.

Delilah leaned into him, standing on the tip of her toes.

As she pulled back, she didn't feel guilty like she thought she would. It made her feel slightly happy. He ran his thumb over her cheek, smiling slightly. Isiah used his other hand to push her hair back.

-

Delilah and Isiah sat beside each other in the drawing room, watching as Arthur and John stumbled around. Tommy watched the pair carefully, frowning as Isiah placed an arm around her and whispered something to her, causing her to laugh.

"Tommy," Grace placed a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, they're kids."

Tommy sniffed. "I'll kill him," he joked but then widened his eyes when he realised it wasn't funny what he said. Because this time..he didn't mean it. He actually liked Isiah.

-

Delilah closed the door to Tommy's office as she walked out, leaving him there.

Everybody had gone home, leaving just the small family.

Delilah had a small pit of anxiety and guilt in her stomach. She gently pushed open the door of Grace and Tommy's bedroom. "Grace," she said.

"Yeah?" the woman looked up.

"Can i talk to you?" she asked, blinking hard. Grace nodded, making room on the bed. "What's wrong?" she asked. Delilah took a deep breath.

"Me and Isiah kissed" she admitted. "And i can't help but feel guilty. At first i was fine but now i just feel.."

"Is this about Reggie?" Grace asked, closing the book in her hand. Delilah nodded. "I know people say this every time somebody dies, but Reggie wouldn't want you to hold on to him. He'd want you to be happy, and if being with Isiah makes you happy, then do it,"

Delilah thought back to the words of Francis 'holding onto something that can't hold on back, is the worst form of torture you can give yourself.'

"From what i seen at mine and your fathers wedding and tonight, Isiah's feelings for you are strong, Delilah. Don't risk losing something over something else that can never exist again" Grace placed her hand on Delilah's knee.