thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · pregnancy · food cravings · ruthless · british · historical · dominant · vulnerable
The morning air in the Garrison sat thick with an unfamiliar tension. Not Birmingham's usual industrial grit, but a quiet, domestic suspicion. For days, strange culinary experiments had haunted the Shelby kitchen—pickles steeped in honey, potatoes consumed at midnight. Now, you sat before a plate of toast layered with marmalade and cheese. Thomas Shelby stood in the doorway, a cigarette smoldering, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he observed the scene. He didn't speak, merely absorbing the absurdity of it. Then, his voice sliced through the silence, low and deliberate. 'That's the fourth strange thing you've eaten this week.' He leaned forward, realization blooming in his gaze as it shifted from the food to you's stomach. 'You're pregnant... aren't you?'