Peaky Blinders Imagines

Tommy Shelby

"Fuck." Is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you receive the terrifying news. Head in hands you silently cry hoping that it was a mistake or someone else's results that got returned back to you. The reality was that yes, you were in fact, pregnant. This, overjoyed you to extreme extents - you'd always wanted a baby and wanted to be the perfect mother, that wasn't the issue. The issue was that it was Tommy Shelby's baby.

You and Tommy haven't had the most positive relationship throughout the years and let's say you're more of his booty call than baby momma. Throughout both of your lives you'd need attention and affection, things that only you and Tommy could give to each other in a non complicated manner. You both knew you had a connection but with his heavy lifestyle and your tendency to fall into the wrong hands it was clear from the beginning that a boyfriend girlfriend relationship wasn't in the cards for the both of you.

How on earth were you going to tell him this? You couldn't picture him as a father and knew immediately that you'd be the person mostly responsible for this baby, so why cry about it? Tommy Shelby may be one of the scariest people you know, but he was also one of the kindest...in the extremely rare occasion of 'weakness', of course.

"How far along are you?" Poll questions you with a smirk and you take a deep breath, never being able to lie to anyone let alone her.

"Only a few weeks." You sigh, not being able to meet the judgmental eyes of Polly you busy your hands with the hem of your shirt. "I'm here to tell Tommy. I got the day off work and everything, figured I'd need a break after whatever he's got to say about it-"

"Say about what?" Your soft rambling gets cut off by Arthur and you turn red under both the question and the interruption.

"Oh-nothing-" You begin to stutter, trying to fragment a lie as quickly as possible but Polly beats you to the chase by telling the truth.

"(Y/N) is pregnant." Lighting a fag and taking a drag you help yourself to a seat, needing a sit down for the reaction to come from Tommy's older brother.

"Our (Y/N)? Pregnant?!" Arthur hugs you tightly, "Congratulations! This calls for a drink!"

"You think everything calls for a drink." You lightly tease him and he laughs agreeing.

"Everything does." Tommy's voice pauses you in your words and your blood freezes at the sound. "What're we celebrating then?" Lighting his own cigarette you squirm under his stare.

"My pregnancy." You just about manage whisper but he hears you. Eyes shooting up to meet yours there is no escape from him. Holding your ground you shrug. "Of course, who knows who the father is."

"We both know full well who the bloody father is, (Y/N)" Polly glares you down and you glare back, not letting yourself feel intimidated you stand.

"Well, I just thought you'd ought to know, Tommy." Turning to leave Arthur stands in your way.

"I'm that kids Uncle. Tommy's the dad. Don't make us force you to let us see him (Y/N)." The threat is mild but it's there.

"I would never do that!" You spit out these words in horror, looking directly at Tommy as you speak now. "The father is more than welcome to have a relationship with his child, I'm no monster." And with that you leave, faintly hearing Tommy's feet behind you you pause.

"Please, Tommy don't." You beg him not to rip you to shreds. "I only found out today." You explain but he does the one thing you wouldn't expect from him, he places a soft innocent kiss on your forehead making you sigh in relief. 

"I'm not angry at you, (Y/N). Congratulations." And with his blessing and god knows what else, he leaves you standing in the cold air wondering what the hell is going to happen to the three of you next.