Elizabeth didn't want to go to the boxing match. She could think of plenty of other places where she would rather be, but Tommy had asked her to come with him. He had pleaded with her, telling her that they needed to show a sign of unity. While she had been adamant that she was going nowhere near a boxing match, Tommy had managed to persuade her, basically kissing her against the wall until she agreed, laughing as she finally fell into bed with him the night before Alfie was due to arrive with his nephew.

Sitting at the small dressing table, she tried to do something with her hair, but it was proving to be difficult. Tommy stood in the doorway, remembering how many times in the past he had done this. He would stand behind her, fiddling with his cufflinks as she tried to do something with her hair. He would watch her huff as the strands refused to comply and go in the places she wanted them to go to.

She would finally get there, using numerous amounts of pins to keep it in place before looking for jewellery. Tommy had spoiled her with the amount of necklaces she owned, but she always had a favourite one. It was one he had given to her when they had first married, informing her that it had been his mothers, just as she wore his mother's ring on her finger.

After she had finished adjusting the blue necklace, she moved to her feet and startled as she saw him lounging in the doorway. "How long have you been stood there?" she asked from him.

"Long enough," he responded as he saw the green dress she wore fall down her frame to her knees, the swell of her stomach protruding through the material as she managed a small smirk and stretched her arms to the side.

"So how do I look?" she asked from him.

"Beautiful as ever," he responded and moved closer to her, having changed into a fresh suit, but only wearing his waistcoat, shirt and trousers. "I mean it, Liz. Yer look stunnin'."

"And they said you could never be charming," she joked from him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he took hold of her waist. "Honestly, if anyone ever heard you then they would wonder if you were actually the terrifying Tommy Shelby they hear about."

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. "Good job they'll never know, eh?" he said to her.

"It can be our secret, I guess," she joked with him, moving to kiss him chastely. "So when do we need to go?"

"Soon," Tommy said. "I've asked Frances to come back and look after the kids for the night. I've been keeping her on the books even though we left the Manor. I couldn't let 'er go, not after she's been good with Charlotte."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said gratefully.

"Pleasure," Tommy said. "She's downstairs, anyway."

"I will go and see her." Elizabeth said, but Tommy grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her back to him as she looked him in the eye, wondering what went through his mind as he ran a hand down her cheek. She smiled at him as Tommy kept on staring at her, wondering just when he had turned so soft. When did it happen? When did it really happen? Was it as soon as he had met her? Was it when he had ran off to London to find her? He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he had felt this love for her.

"Yer know I love yer, Liz," Tommy whispered and her smile seemed to widen at hearing him.

"I know," she responded. She had grown to expect this with Tommy. His random outbursts of telling her that he loved her happened when he was usually nervous, almost as though he was scared he would do something that would stop her from loving him. But that couldn't happen, not after all this time. "I love you too."

Tommy nodded and bent down to kiss her as she ran a thumb along his cheekbone, pulling back as she cupped his cheek. "Finish getting ready. Charlotte will want to say goodbye before we have to go."

Tommy nodded and let his wife bound down the stairs as he finished dressing, adjusting his tie and picking up his jacket along with his gun. Once his gun was secured, he shrugged his jacket over his arms and looked in the mirror, before heading back down. He came to see his wife embracing Frances as Charlotte played with Karl and Billy. Tommy sniffed once as he saw Finn, Arthur, Linda and Pol stood in the kitchen. Ada was sat near Karl, bidding him farewell.

Charlotte soon saw her father and she moved to her feet and over to his side. Tommy bent down and picked her up, holding her in his arms as she draped her arms over his neck.

"Daddy," she spoke his name and Tommy listened to her. "Are you taking mummy out tonight?"

"I am," Tommy said, although he knew it wasn't exactly where mummy wanted to go. "But we will see you tomorrow morning and Frances is goin' to look after yer."

"I missed Frances," Charlotte said.

"Well, hopefully," Tommy said in a whisper, "we can go back home soon and back to Frances. Would yer like that?"

"Yes," Charlotte nodded her head. "I would."

"Good," Tommy said. "Because that is the plan, Charlotte. I'm goin' to make sure we get 'ome, alright?"

"I know," Charlotte said, letting her head drop to rest on his shoulder. "I trust you, daddy."

Tommy let his lips quirk for a second at hearing her speak in such a manner before he nodded, dropping his head down to kiss her on the top of her head. He held her tighter then and closed his eyes for a second, relishing the feeling of his daughter having undying faith in him. He only hoped that would never change.

Elizabeth hadn't seen Alfie before the fight. She had been with Charlotte the morning he had arrived in Small Heath and Tommy had taken him to meet his nephew's opponent. He was due to be at the fight that evening and Elizabeth had told Tommy that she would greet him. She had nothing but a form of contempt for Alfie Solomons after the business involving the Russians. He had put her daughter on a plate for them to take and she would not forgive him for that, but she would be polite for her husband's sake.

Walking down the corridor into King Hall where the match was to be held, Elizabeth felt Tommy's grip on her hand increase as she saw Alfie walking down the corridor towards them. Tommy held his hand out to Alfie and he took hold of it to shake it. Alfie's arms extended then, a smile on his face.

"Liz!" his voice boomed. "It's been a long time, ain't it?"

"It has," Elizabeth agreed with him. "How are you, Mr Solomons?"

"Alright, alright," he shrugged his shoulders, holding his cane in his fingers. He was dressed in a fine looking suit, a white scarf hanging over his neck. "Liz, yer know, I've done some thinkin'."

"Have you?" Elizabeth wondered from him.

"Yer," Alfie said. "About what 'appened…with us…and yer daughter. Charlotte."

Elizabeth felt her teeth grind together as Tommy ran his thumb over his wife's knuckles, attempting to soothe her and keep her calm. He didn't want a scene making, not here and not tonight. He knew how Liz felt because, truthfully, he felt the same.

"You do know that I will not forget that, Alfie, don't you?"

"I know," Alfie said. "And I am sorry, Liz. I never knew they were goin' to get 'er. I never knew and I would not want to hurt yer or yer daughter. I admire yer, Liz. I always 'ave done."

"I see," Elizabeth said, not entirely accepting his apology.

"And it seem yer 'ave another on the way, eh?" Alfie said, nodding towards her stomach. "How far gone are yer?"

"A few weeks," Elizabeth said.

"Congratulations, Liz," Alfie said. "I mean it, alright? I mean everythin' I say."

"Thank you, Mr Solomons," Elizabeth said and Alfie knew that he had said all that he wanted to say to her. He looked to her for a few moments before nodding his head. He then looked to Tommy and motioned towards the changing rooms. "Can I 'ave a minute, Tommy?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded and then looked to Finn who had been stood at the end of the corridor. "Finn, take Liz to 'er seat, alright? She's with Pol and Ada."

"I am not sitting with you?" she asked from him.

"I've given yer and the others front row seats together. I'll be opposite with Arthur keepin' an eye on things, alright?" Tommy asked and Elizabeth nodded as he bent down to kiss her chastely and Finn stood before her, holding his arm out as Elizabeth smiled to him. "Look after 'er, Finn."

"Will do, Tom," Finn said.

"Come on then, Finn," Elizabeth said, keeping her arm inside of his as he walked her down the corridors and towards the commotion. "How are things, Finn? We haven't had a chance to talk recently with everything going on."

"I'm good," Finn said to her. "Tommy said that he wants to keep me involved in the business."

"And do you still want to be?"

"I don't know," Finn shrugged. "I keep thinkin' about what yer said all those months ago. Yer said that I can do what I want."

"And you can," Elizabeth said. "Don't worry about Tommy. I will take care of him."

"Thanks, Liz," Finn said. "Yer always…well…nice to me."

Elizabeth laughed and moved to squeeze his arm. "Because you are my brother-in-law, Finn, and…well…I know you're not supposed to have favourites, but you are definitely my favourite."

Finn beamed at hearing that and Elizabeth chuckled, kissing him on the cheek as he held an arm out to her seat in between Ada and Pol. Linda was sat next to Ada and Lizze Starke was sat next to Pol. Elizabeth had no idea that Lizzie Starke was going to be there. She knew that she still worked for Tommy, but Elizabeth had very little do with her after the night she had seen her kissing Tommy. She knew that a part of her still thought that Elizabeth was not right for Tommy. He should have someone who was from Small Heath. Someone who knew what it was like to grow up as he did. Not someone like Elizabeth Kimber.

"I am amazed Tommy managed to get you here, Elizabeth," Ada commented.

"I thought that this would have been beneath you," Lizzie Starke added on.

"Oh no," Pol said, "it was her being beneath Tommy that managed to persuade her to come here."

Elizabeth almost choked as she tried to swallow and breath at the same time, her cheeks going red with embarrassment as Pol shot her a sly smirk and Elizabeth rolled her eyes, groaning softly.

"I heard the two of you last night," Pol said. "Luckily yer daughter sleeps like a log."

"No wonder you're always pregnant," Ada teased her and Elizabeth shook her head as Linda pulled out a big bottle of gin. "Where is Tommy, anyway?"

"Talking with Alfie," Elizabeth responded.

"Gin?" Linda asked, thrusting it towards Ada and bypassing Elizabeth. Looking to the blonde bombshell, Elizabeth suspected that she had already been drinking before they arrived.

As Ada took a swig and handed the bottle back, the two fighters came out, heading towards the ring as the crowd began to yell. Elizabeth remained seated as the girls around her cheered and laughed. Her gaze caught her husband's as he sat across from her and he managed a small nod as she smiled to him and Pol wrapped her arm around her and urged her to join in with the cheers. But Elizabeth was too reserved for that. She was not raucous enough. She didn't even want to be there.

As the night wore on, she felt a sense of unease take over her. She looked to Pol and told her that she would be back in a moment after using the restroom. She glanced over to search for any sign of Tommy, but he had left his seat along with Arthur. Heading towards the toilets, Elizabeth pushed the door open and felt the pain in her stomach grow unbearable. She moved to the faucet, her hands gripping hold of the sink as she looked in the mirror. She was sweating. She was red. Closing her eyes for a second, she placed her hand to her stomach before moving into one of the stalls and that was when she looked down as she reached for the hem of her dress. She pulled it up and saw it. She saw the blood trickling down her thighs. Shaking her head, she wondered how this could be happening as she pressed her back against the stall's wall, her hand going to her mouth as she stifled a sob.

"Tommy," she spoke his name, unable to yell due to a lump in her throat. She knew he couldn't hear her. No one could hear her over the yells of the crowd. "Tommy."

"Elizabeth, are yer in 'ere?"

Elizabeth heard gunshots echo through the room and she closed her eyes, gasping at the noise as she nodded.

"Finn?" she questioned him.

"I saw yer come in 'ere," Finn said. "Tommy sent me to find yer."

"Finn…darling…can you go and get him?" Elizabeth asked.

"But it's Arthur-"

"-Please," she interrupted, her voice harsh and demanding.

"Yeah," Finn said, not arguing and scurrying off.

A few minutes later, she heard the door open and footsteps walk in.

"Liz?"

This time it was Tommy. She pulled the door to the toilet open as she sobbed, still slouched against the wall as Tommy looked to her, seeing the blood on her thighs as she held her dress. She bent over slightly as Tommy felt himself pale, shivers running down his spine as he walked towards his wife, his hands stretched to take hold of her upper arms.

"Liz…what…"

"It's the baby," she managed to choke out. "Tommy…I'm losing the baby…"

Tommy closed his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek and he stepped closer to her, taking her into his arms as she dropped her dress down her thighs and he cradled her in his grip. He let her sob against him as he looked out the stall to see Pol there, a hand over her mouth as she nodded at him, understanding what was happening as Elizabeth's sobs echoed through the bathroom and Tommy let a silent tear flow down his cheek.

A/N: A sad ending, but do let me know what you think!