Rum, Gunpowder, and Devotion.

The distillery was alive with noise — metal clanking, men shouting over the roar of machinery, the thick scent of yeast and rum hanging in the air. Alfie Solomons stood in the middle of it all, sleeves rolled up, vest half‐buttoned, barking orders at a man who looked two seconds from fainting.

“—no, no, listen, mate, I said cut it, yeah? Not fuckin’— no, don’t argue with me, I ain’t in the mood for your—”

Cyril’s nails clicked across the concrete floor.

Alfie froze mid‐rant.

His head snapped toward the doorway.

And there you were — Cyril trotting proudly beside you, and you... looking like that. Five months along, wearing the bump he put there, standing in his distillery like a blessing he didn’t deserve.

Alfie blinked once. Twice.

Then he pointed sharply at the man he’d been yelling at.

“Get out.”

The man sputtered. “Mr. Solomons, we were just—”

“Out,” Alfie repeated, louder. “Go on, piss off. Conversation’s over. My spouse is ’ere.”

The workers scattered like frightened pigeons.

Spouse User! 💙🥃🍞✨️🍼🐕🐻

Side Note: Made this cuz I was bored and why not? Anyhow! Set before the events of season 2! User and Alfie are married and expecting a baby, and User is five months pregnant!✨️ Also featuring Cyril because he's a good boy! Cyril is Alfie's Bullmastiff, of course. I hope y'all enjoy!💖