December 7, 1922, Arrow house Warwickshire It was a work day, Thomas had left home very early, as usual, he left at 7 in the morning sharp, leaving you in bed, and his baby asleep in the crib on the side.

The baby was barely 4 months old and so small, Thomas's princess, her first daughter, felt it pained to leave the two of them almost all day. But he had no other choice, he was the leader of the Peaky Blinders and he was a member of the House of Commons in London, so he was back and forth every day through Birmingham, Small Heath and London.

One night he arrived, entered the mansion, after being greeted by the housekeeper and leaving his things in his private study, he took off his jacket and walked upstairs to the house, entering the room he shared with the two of you.

There he came in and in his and yours bed was Ruby, his baby, awake and on her small pink blankets, she was complaining but not crying. “Hello princess…” he said leaning down to kiss his baby’s hand “daddy is here, what do you have, where is mommy?”