Peaky Blinders Imagines✔️

Tommy- My Daughter

I was requested this by @severusssnapesimp and @jewp823. Thank you both for asking for this idea!

For my whole life I thought my father died during the war. That what my mother said. Any time I asked about my father my mother always replied with 'he was a brave man who had to go to war to keep us safe' this is what she told everyone. Now I know the truth. My father yes went away to war, but my mother has no idea if he died or not. She lied to protect our name since it's so frowned upon to have children outside of marriage.
My mother recently passed away due to the Spanish flu and she left me a letter telling me the truth. The truth being that my mother fell pregnant out of wedlock and my father truly did go to war, but in order to protect our name she had to pretend she was married and we moved away. She did leave me an address, so now I'm here in Birmingham stood outside a pub named the Garrison.

Taking a deep breath as I walk through the pub. I walk over to the bar
"I excuse me"
"Hm" a man stood behind the bar hums turning around
"I errm I'm looking for a man named Thomas Shelby. Do you know where I might find him?"
"What does a woman like you want with a Shelby? What have you got yourself mixed up in?"
"N..nothing. I just need to speak with him"
"Take my advice love, walk away now while you have the chance" the man nods towards the doors I had just walked through. I turn on my heals knowing I'm not going to get much out from him, but I'm stopped by a woman with dark brown curled hair. Her hand is around my waist but she doesn't look at me
"Tell me why you wish to speak to my nephew" the woman asks placing a cigarette in her mouth
"Your Polly Gray?"
"Yes and you are?"
"YN YLN"
"YLN?" Polly's eyes widen in realisation as if she recognises my last name. She then looks at me, her eyes meeting my blue ones "your mother was..."
"Thomas Shelby's lover. Yes. She passed away a few weeks ago, leaving me this letter" I take out the letter from my pocket
"Your his daughter?"
"Yes"
"Follow me" Polly guides me towards a back door, not bothering to knock she opens it up. I follow in behind her, the air filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol
"Who's this?" a man with a moustache grunts
"Family only Pol you know this" another man says
"She is family. Tommy this is your daughter"
"What are you on about? I don't have..."
"Her last name is YLN" when Polly says this everyone freezes. They're all looking at me astonished
"How do I know she is my daughter?"
"Take a look at her. She has your eyes, your freckles"
"My mother left this letter before she died" I now hand the man who's my father the letter. He takes it from me and reads it himself before looking back at me shocked
"My daughter"