peaky blinders imagines

daddy's daughter; tommy shelby

Polly was pouring tea for you, unwilling to let you lift a finger this late into your pregnancy, when a loud noise exploded a floor above and she spilled it all over herself.
After swearing loudly for a few moments, you and she were able to laugh about it, but some of the guests at the baby shower who were not so accustomed to Shelby life fell silent, sending each other panicked glances, and your heart sank.
Tommy appeared seemingly out of thin air behind you, laying a hand on your shoulder and murmuring into your ear to ask if anything was wrong.
"I think we've just scared about half these people away from ever coming to the house again," you laughed, but he could hear the undertones of disappointment in your voice.
He ought to, you figured, after five years of marriage.
Another loud thump and a shout of "You filthy bastard!" came from upstairs and Tommy rolled his eyes, squeezing your shoulder and telling you to placate the guests as he dealt with his men.
You plastered on a smile and turned to the large stack of gifts piled beside you, picking up the biggestt one you could find to the oohs and aahs of the ladies in the room.
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"Right, you motherfuckers, what did I tell you?"
Tommy grabbed the collars of the two Peaky boys who moments before had been throwing punches at each other and shoved them to the opposite sides of the room.
He took a deep breath and, with both of their eyes on him, pointed a sharp finger to the stairs.
"Do you know what's going on down there?"
"Yeah," the shorter of the two snorted, "a frilly baby shower or some shit. They oughta thank us for lightening up their afternoon."
The other Blinder snorted but quickly hid his mirth in a cough when Tommy turned his laser glare towards him.
"My wife is down there," he began, "and she is eight bloody months pregnant. If one of you shitheads scare her again my daughter might slide right out of her and onto the carpet. And if that happens, I will use your precious Peaky caps to wipe up the mess."
They both gulped, straightening up like soldiers in front of a disappointed drill sergeant. One offered a meek congratulations, to which Tommy took his shoulders and propelled you near the door, the other one following behind unprompted.
"Leave, and if you piss me off again, you will be minding Ada's house thirteen hours a day until Christmas!"
The pair scampered down the stairs, the short one calling out a cheeky "Hey there, Mrs. Shelby," to which Tommy nearly growled.
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Later in the evening, he slid down next to you on the couch, proffering a blueberry scone and placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"Getting angry so often isn't good for your health," you told him, laughing a little at the disparaging look he aimed your way.
"Two of my idiot men beating the shit out of each other while you've got Birmingham's finest ladies fussing over you isn't good for yours, though, my love."
"You're right," you admitted, slotting yourself against his side.
He wrapped an arm around you, stroking absentmindedly at your bump and pressing a kiss to your shoulder when the baby landed a kick straight to his palm.
"Heard you say daughter up there earlier," you began. "You know I don't actually know if it's a boy or girl, right?"
"I know," he smiled. "Father's intuition."
You shook your head affectionately and he grinned mischievously at you, grasping a little pink ribbon left on the sofa and waving it in front of your face.