𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

↳ baby, baby

"You're a better father than mine ever was, Mr. Gold. You've done good, you should be proud of yourself - raising your kids alone." you lowly spoke, sincerity laced through your words.

"I'm glad Bonnie found you and for the last time you can call me Aberama."

With a pat to your shoulder, Aberama left you watching Bonnie lift Florence onto his shoulders – your palm moving to rest on your stomach. Aberama's words left echoing in your mind.

He's going to make a good father one day – maybe sooner than he thought.

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Your right leg rapidly bounced up and down as your left hand was squeezing your aunt Polly's so tight you were probably cutting off the blood supply to her fingers.

"It's going to be alright," your aunt muttered, pressing her hand down on your knee to stop it from bouncing. "Stop stressing so much."

"What am I going to do if I am, Pol? Tommy is going to be so mad at me," resting your head on your aunts shoulder, she ran a comforting hand up and down your arm.

"If you are, you're going to go straight to that boy of yours and tell him. Don't worry about fucking Tommy or your other brothers. Once you know how Bonnie feels, then you make a decision; together."

This is why I love you, you wanted to tell her, instead you only loosened your grip on her hand.

It was only an hour ago that you arrived in Small Heath with Aberama who was visiting your brothers. You went straight to your aunt, who was waiting for you at the front door to the house on Watery Lane with wide arms. Your hands shook as you told her what you suspected, watching as she calmly placed a cup of tea in-front of you.

"I think I'm pregnant," you didn't dare meet your aunts eyes as you said the words, taking a sip of your warm tea. Polly was silent for a moment, taking her sweet time to light a cigarette and take a drag – before looking towards you. "Bonnie and I are careful. I don't know how it could've happened I-"

"I know. I had a dream last night," she cut you off, words picked with precision that only Polly Gray could master. "Two horses. One grown, the other a foal – had the same one when your mother was pregnant with you. We'll go see the woman down at Cardiff to make sure once you finish your tea."

So here you were sitting on the bed, waiting for the woman that your family had been going to for years to confirm if you were or were not pregnant.

"So?" You urged her on once she had finished packing her tools and began pulling her red hair out of its pins. "Am I?"

Wiping her hands on her apron, the woman took the envelope of money from beside you – peering inside before nodding towards you. Tears began to form in along your lash-line at her confirmation, before you requested for her to leave you for a moment to compose yourself.

Pregnant. You were pregnant.

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The breaks of the car squeaked as it came to a stop just outside of camp, your ears immediately being filled with the sounds of laughter and cheering.

Aberama had invited your family to celebrate with them over the recent deal made between himself and Tommy earlier that day – Polly having a driver take you both once you had finished up in Cardiff. Before you could exit the vehicle, Polly stopped you, giving you a stern look.

"I'll tell him tonight Pol," you assured her, taking the hand that the driver had offered as you stepped out of the Bentley, heading straight for the camp.

Standing around the fire were your brothers, Aberama and Johnny Dogs cooking a deer – while everyone drunk and laughed to whatever story Arthur was telling.

Immediately noticing you, Finn passed his drink to Thea who was standing next to him and Michael and ran towards you – encasing you in a tight hug while mumbling an 'I missed you,' into the crook of your neck.

"I missed you too, Finn," you chuckled, taking off his Peaky hat as you pulled apart to ruffle his hair.

After greeting everyone in your family, you finally made your way over to Bonnie who was watching you with love filled eyes, his father nudging his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

"Get a room!" Arthur called towards you, causing you to pull away from Bonnie to flip him off.

The atmosphere immediately fell back into a familiar rhythm as Bonnie sat down on a log, you sitting between his legs on the ground – his hands reaching over your shoulders to hold yours.

You watched as both your families interacted; Florence and your nephew Charlie were picking grass and throwing it at each other, Finn, Michael and Thea seemed to be in the middle of a heated discussion, while the older siblings drank and sung songs they heard at the Garrison.

It was a perfect atmosphere, one you could find yourself getting used to – and you fell in love with every second of it.

"What's on your mind?" Bonnie leaned down to whisper to you, playfully bitting your earlobe.

"Just how perfect this moment is," you whispered back, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. You took a moment to take the man you love in, from the way the flames from the fire danced upon every square inch of his skin – lighting it up in ways that the sun never could, to the feeling of his heartbeat racing against your palm – perfect and all yours.

Turning in Bonnie's arms, you raised yourself to your feet, holding your hand out for him to take – which he did without question, as you pulled him up.

"I have something to tell you," you gestured towards your shared vardo, beginning to pull him away from the fire. "But not here."

A boyish grin formed on Bonnie's face as he followed behind you, hand clasped in yours as you walked up the vardo steps, inside. Shutting the door behind you, you nervously began picking at your coat, before Bonnie lifted your head with his fingers under your chin.

"What's bothering you, little dove?" He frowned, voice filled with concern. Taking a deep breath, you grounded yourself by gripping the lapels of Bonnie's grey coat.

"I found out something today," you started, focusing on straightening Bonnie's tie. "I'm pregnant, Bonnie."

You waited for the words to settle in, too scared to look at your boyfriends reaction to the news. Instead you felt yourself being lifted up and swung in a circle.

"You're serious?" Bonnie beamed, cupping your face in-between his hands. "We're having a baby?"

It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when Bonnie expressed his excitement, your features lighting up. "I'm serious, Bonnie. We're having a baby."

Pulling you back into his arms, Bonnie began rocking you both back and forth while muttering about how he was going to be a father – the overwhelming feeling of support causing you to tear up.

"Oh!" Bonnie pulled away slightly, his hands shoving into all his pockets as you watched his actions curiously before he pulled out a small piece of jewellery. A ring. "I was going to propose tonight, ask you to be my wife. I kept chickening out, but now there's no reason to. So, Y/N Shelby, will you marry me?"

Bursting into tears, you rapidly nodded as he pushed the ring onto your finger before you jumped into his arms. Bonnies hands gripped your thighs as you wrapped them around his waist – both of you joyously laughing.

Pressing your forehead against his, you pulled Bonnie's face to yours as he walked you both towards your bed, both of you falling flat against it and all you could think was that this was it for you, nothing would ever be this perfect.

"We're getting married and starting a family," Bonnie whispered, pressing kisses all over your face – causing your pretty features to scrunch up.

"I don't want to burst our bubble," you trailed off, brushing away his stray curls. "But we should probably go tell my family."