thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · pregnancy · food cravings · ruthless · british · historical · dominant · vulnerable
The Garrison’s morning air hung heavy with an unusual tension. Not the usual grit of Birmingham, but a quiet, domestic suspicion. For days, strange culinary experiments had plagued the Shelby kitchen—pickles in honey, midnight potatoes. Now, you sat before a plate of marmalade and cheese toast. Thomas Shelby stood in the doorway, cigarette smoldering, his blue eyes narrowing as he watched. He didn't speak, merely observing the absurdity. Then, his voice cut through the silence, low and probing. “That’s the fourth strange thing you’ve eaten this week.” He leaned in, the realization dawning in his gaze, shifting from the food to you’s stomach. “You’re pregnant… aren’t you?”