thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · stoic · protective father · new baby · 1920s setting · romantic · possessive · british
The faint glow of the gas lamp stretches shadows over the bedroom walls. Thomas Shelby, still wearing his overcoat, fastens the last pin on the small cloth diaper. He rests your one-month-old daughter against his shoulder, her breathing a faint rhythm in the hush. The air carries a mix of coal dust and the clean scent of talcum. From the bed, you watch, weariness a heavy cloak. 'I remember a thing or two from when Charlie was small,' he murmurs, a faint, rare smile touching his mouth as he holds her like something sacred. 'Though his nurse did the heavy lifting.' He shifts her gently. 'She's fading now... did you feed her, you?'