Edith at Tommy's wedding

AN: There are so many parts that I want to write about for Tommy's wedding, so I'm going to cut this one shot up into two parts. Enjoy part 1!

Waving to Michael as she passes his office, Edith heads towards the double doors holding her brother's name, at the end of the corridor. She nods to Lizzie as she passes her, giving her a kind smile as she pokes her head around the open door, finding her brother at his desk. "So, do I get a pretty dress?" Edith calls, hanging off the doorframe of Tommy's office, grin spreading across her face as he playfully rolls his eyes.

"A pretty dress for..." He prompts, keeping his head ducked down to focus on his paperwork, smirking as Edith lets out a frustrated groan.

"For your wedding!" She exclaims, laughter laced in her voice as she steps into the room.

"You have lots of pretty dresses." Tommy protests, glancing up as Edith drops into a chair in front of him.

"But a new one!" She pleads, resting her chin on her hands on the edge of his desk, lips pursed in a pout, eyes wide, eyelashes fluttering. "Please, Tommy!"

"Talk to Pol. She'll help you find one."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Tommy mumbles, a small smile escaping his lips. "Now will you leave me in peace?"

"Sure!" Edith exclaims, jumping up from the chair and heading for the door. Reaching the doorway, she turns to face Tommy again, calling out to him. "Hey Tommy?"

"Yes?" He sighs, reluctantly looking up again.

"Congratulations big brother. I'm really happy for you." She states, giving him a wide smile, receiving a rare smile from him in response.

"Thank you Edith."

Leaning forwards, Edith lightly nudges her nose into Karl's neck as Michael lifts him, placing him on top of the wooden ledge of the pew, making her nephew giggle, reaching his hands out to her.

"Edith." Arthur states gruffly, lightly patting Edith on the back as she straightens up. She smiles up at her older brother, straightening his tie before he passes her, her smile widening as Tommy approaches. Without warning, she leaps forwards, wrapping him in a tight hug, which he accepts, patting her gently on the back. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, Tommy pushes her gently back in the direction of the pew where she slides across to take her place between Ada and Michael. Making eye contact with Arthur, she throws him a cheeky grin as he gives her a pointed look (purely to appease Pol who had made all five Shelby siblings promise to be on their best behaviour for their brother's wedding) winking at her as he turns his eyes back to the double doors. "Arthur's taking his job as best man very seriously." She whispers teasingly, leaning across Ada to nudge Finn who lets out a snort of laughter, quickly silenced by a sharp look from Arthur. The two youngest siblings fix their eyes on each other, both trying, and failing miserably, to contain their laughter. One more glance from Arthur meets Edith's eye, a tiny squeak erupting from her pursed lips as she ducks her head, trying to hold in her laughter at the serious expression on his face. Micheal shakes his head comically, allowing Edith to bury her face in his arm as the giggles finally break free, her cousin and brother (and nephew, who admittedly had no idea what his aunt and uncles were laughing about, but not wanting to be left out of the fun) soon joining in, much to the dismay of the cavalry members in front of them.

"And did you see their faces!" Edith squeaks, hanging off of John's arm as they double over in laughter, heading up Tommy's driveway.

"A bloody picture!" John replies with a laugh of his own, the pair practically holding each other up, earning a playful eye roll from Polly who glances back at the two siblings.

"Behave you two!" She chides playfully, tucking her arm through Michael's.

"I always forget how fancy this place is. I don't come here enough." Edith comments, tucking her own arm through John's as they continue up the driveway. "How fancy do you think this party's going to be? Can I sneak off and get drunk somewhere?"

"Do you really think you should be asking me that?" John asks, raising is eyebrows at his youngest sister who comically widens her eyes, turning her head slowly to look at Finn who laughs at her reaction.

"Oops?" She giggles, peering up at John who playfully glares at her.

"Two drinks." He states, holding up two fingers.

"Three?" Edith counters, reaching out to lift one of John's fingers, ignoring his glare as he quickly drops it again, twisting his hand to subtly swear at his sister.

"Two."

"Three."

"Two."

"Four?"

"Edith." John sighs, rolling his eyes. "Do you know how to negotiate? You don't go higher than what I've stated, it won't work out for you. If anything, it'll make me go lower."

"Fine. Three? Please?" Fluttering her eyelashes up at him, Edith twists to meet John's eyes as he turns his head away from her.

"You're pushing it." He grumbles, pushing her face away from his.

"Please!"

"Three. That's it."

"Deal."

"Shake on it." Holding his hand out towards Edith, John gives her a pointed look as she rolls her eyes, reluctantly raising her hand.

"Fine." She huffs, spitting into her hand and placing it in John's and shaking forcefully, their aunt shaking her head at the playful banter the two siblings had engaged in.

"Where are they?" Tommy asks Johnny Dogs, throwing his arms wide. "Arthur, John, Edith. Where are they?"

"I don't know." Johnny replies, shaking his head.

"I'm telling you now, we got lost." Arthur's voice booms across the room, alerting Tommy to his presence.

"We were not lost, I knew exactly where we were going." Edith protests loudly, jumping down the last few steps.

"Shut up, Edith. No you didn't." Arthur grunts, placing a hand on her back to push her along. "You really need to do a map, Tommy."

"Nah, I know this place like the back of my hand." She continues, ducking under John's arm as he reaches out to grab her, sticking her tongue out at him as she re-emerges on the other side of him.

"You took us down three wrong hallways." Michael cuts in, raising his eyebrows at his cousin who rolls her eyes playfully, leaning against the worktop beside John.

"Shut up. I was testing ya."

"Right, boys. Edith. You're all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day."

"Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms." John calls out, Tommy spinning to face him, stepping in his direction.

"Nevertheless...nevertheless, John... despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet. Now for Grace's sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards, out there, are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything..."

"Tom?" Isiah calls, Tommy sighing as he gets cut off for the second time.

"What?" He snaps, turning his glare onto the younger man.

"What about snow?"

"Yeah their women are sports, I'll say that..." John laughs, pulling Isiah into a headlock, ruffling his fist in his hair.

"No, no, no." Tommy grounds out, stepping towards the pair. "No cocaine." Pointing his fingering in Isiah's face, Tommy steps up to his brother next. "No sport. No telling fortunes." This time he points between Edith and John who share a mischievous look. "No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars." Moving his way around the room, he stops in front of Finn, reaching out to cup his chin tightly. "And you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?"

"I'm just trying to sell you to them, Tom." Charlie protests, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"You. No reading tea leaves." Lifting her eyes to meet Tommy's, Edith swiftly averts her gaze as he steps towards her again, his sister glancing sheepishly over at Finn who smirks, ducking his head with a soft chuckle as she rolls her eyes. Stepping in close to Edith, Tommy frowns, plucking the champagne glass from between her fingers, shoving it in John's direction. "And you. Keep her off the booze. Eh?" Wrapping his arm around Edith's shoulders, John pulls her, grumbling angrily, into his side, holding her tightly to him. "But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, despite the provocation from the cavalry, no fighting. Oi! No fighting. No fucking fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting! Good." Shoving out of John's hold, Edith growls playfully at him, just as Tommy turns on the waiter passing him, pushing him to the ground. "Get the fuck off me." Waiting until Tommy had turned away again, straightening his waistcoat, Edith clears her throat to get his attention, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So...uh...I should probably give the money back to the two toffs whose leaves I read earlier, right?" Edith pipes up as Tommy turns away, tensing immediately and turning on his heel to face her once more as the rest of the men begin to chuckle, knowing full well the extent of Edith's attempted leaf readings. "Or...can I keep it?"

"You can't even bloody read tea leaves." John teases, nudging his elbow into Edith's ribs, his sister looking up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"They don't know that, do they?"

"Nice!" Finn laughs, reaching around Tommy, holding his hand out to Edith who slaps her hand against his.

"No, more, reading, tea, leaves." Tommy commands, cupping her chin to make Edith look at him. "Got it?"

"Yes, sir." She nods, throwing him a mock salute as he lets go of her chin, shaking his head and turning away again. "Um, so, Tom?" She calls out once more as Tommy reaches the door to the kitchen, pausing again with a deep sigh. "So, do I have to give those girls back their money or..."

"Keep it." Tommy replies, shaking his head. "But no more, Edith Mary. And no more champagne." He calls over his shoulder, Edith groaning loudly in response.

"Whiskey?" She calls back hopefully, smiling playfully at John who shakes his head. "Rum? Gin! Tommy?"

"Water." Tommy shouts back, sweeping his jacket back onto his broad shoulders.

"But John promised me three drinks, Thomas!" She continues, ducking John's arm swiping in her direction, attempting to pull her into his chest to shut her up. "You took my second so that doesn't count! Just so you know. I'm off to find something stronger than water and- oof!" Letting out a yelp, Edith shrieks as John winds an arm around her waist, hoisting her from the floor and throwing her, still shrieking indignantly, over his shoulder.

"All sorted, Tom. Ignore her." John shouts after his brother's retreating figure, carrying his sister in the opposite direction, grumbling under his breath to her as they go. "You need to learn when to fucking shut up."

From across the room, Finn lets out a low growl, clenching his hands into fists at the sight of one of the Lee boys slowly winding his arm around Edith's waist. He watches for a moment as his sister steps to the side, eyeing the boy disdainfully, pulling a face at his obviously ridiculous attempt at flirting with her. But when the boy's arm reaches out for Edith again, Finn sees red, pushing through the crowd of people until he's at his sister's side, ducking his head to whisper angrily in the older boy's ear.

"I think you should get your hands off my little sister. Right now."

"I think I'm ok." The Lee boy replies cockily, turning his head to look at Finn, who's face was flushed with anger. "And I think your little sister can speak for herself."

"I think it would be best to listen to me. Or you'll have no fucking hands left." Finn snaps forcefully, placing both hands on the boy's chest. "Hands. Off."

"How about we take this outside?" He counters, stepping up close to Finn, pushing his face into Finn's.

"How about no." Edith cuts in, placing a hand on each boy's chest, pushing them apart. "This is my brother's wedding. You know that, right? And see...he's not going to be very accommodating if he finds that you've angered his brother to the point where your hands...or let's be honest, Finn here would probably go for your eyes...end up on his lovely new carpets. So I suggest, you find some other pretty girl to try and seduce, because if I'm being honest with you, which I am...you'd have better luck with a fucking donkey with pick up lines like that." Rolling his eyes at her statement, the Lee boy turns on his heel, muttering under his breath as he stalks off across the room. "I didn't need saving. I had it under control." Edith states, whirling round to face Finn, pushing him away forcefully enough to make him stumble backwards.

"Sure, Edie. Whatever you say." He scoffs, rolling his eyes as his sister picks up a random glass from the bar, downing the drink in one gulp.

"I did!" She exclaims, whirling to face him again.

"The panic in your eyes said otherwise."

"I was not...! I was not panicking!"

"You were."

"What's going on here?" Arthur calls, swinging an arm around Edith's shoulders, body tensing and eyes hardening at Finn's reply.

"Some idiot had their hands on our Edith."

"I was handling it!" She squeals out, letting out a yelp as Arthur unconsciously tightens his hold on her.

"It's alright, Arthur. He won't be coming back any time soon." Finn states, nodding proudly and shoving his hands into his pockets, moving to lean against the bar.

"Finn!" Edith sighs in frustration, shaking herself out of Arthur's grip.

"Where is he? Eh? Can't let the little shit think he can put his hands on our sister and get away with it. Go and find John, Finn." Gulping at his brother's words, face paling at the prospect of what he's being asked to do, Finn glances over at Edith who growls, stomping her foot onto the floor.

"No." Edith bites out forcefully, placing her hand on Arthur's chest. "No. Stop it. No killings at Tommy's wedding. You heard him earlier. The idiot's gone, probably to go and find some other poor girl to seduce. It's not a problem. Ok?"

"It is a problem..."

"Oh, look!" Edith cuts in, grabbing Arthur's hand in hers and pulling him through the room towards the doors. "Frances is calling us all to dinner! Quick, quick! We've gotta get the best seats!"

"They're assigned to us, Edith." Finn states, raising his eyebrows in confusion at her eye roll. "What?"

"Just...oh for god's sake, Finn. Just come on!" Grabbing him by the wrist, Edith pushes her way through the people trying to get to the dinner room, dragging her brother's swiftly into the room and away from any potential further threats of violence.