i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby

22- blazed

"Once I, have you, I will never let you, never let you... once I, have you, I will never let you, never let you, go, never let you, never let you, go, never let you, never let you, go, never let you, never let you," -Ariana Grande-Butera

Giorgia helped treat Tommy while his stay came to an end which Tommy was grateful for. He had had enough of the other nurses, always prying and getting on his nerves, so having his woman by his side was something he didn't take light-heartedly. 

The two had progressed in their relationship, but they still weren't 'official'. Tommy wanted her to be his, and he knew she was, but he wanted the label. He wanted her to be Mrs. Shelby desperately, but he knew Giorgia wasn't just anybody, and he knew he needed to graft. 

"Tommy will you stop moving," Giorgia groaned as she took out his stitches on his head. He kept grabbing her free hand and kissing it, making her smile nonetheless, but the Brummie boy was testing her patience. 

"Do it another day," he moaned, grabbing her waist and pulling her down on top of him, his weight too much for her to fight. 

"Tommy," she giggled, struggling out of his grip. 

"Stay here," he smiled cutely. 

Gia couldn't argue with his expression, he really was a softie at heart. "I'm supposed to be looking after you."

"You are," Tommy noted, "I needed a hug from my girl."

Giorgia smiled, her back against his chest, his arms wrapped strongly around her. "Your girl?"

"Mhm," Tommy hummed, kissing her temple. 

"When did I say yes?" Gia smirked.

"Many, many times," he smirked. "Why? Do you decline?"

"No," Giorgia shrugged, "I just don't want it to be too soon, you know after Grace."

"I know," Tommy sighed, "but I want this, G... I really fucking want this."

"I do too," she turned over and sat on his lap, straddling him, cupping his face. "I'll be your girl, on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"That it's forever."

Tommy smiled at the girl in front of him and he pecked her lips lightly. "It will be." 

Giorgia had a grin ear to ear before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, the two sharing a passionate moment. "We need to get you home," she mumbled against his lips.

"Mm," he agreed, "why's that?"

She pulled away and held his chin, "because I'm sick of having to just stop here."

"Oh, the girl wants more," he smirked. 

"Yeah," she smirked back, pressing her lips to his. "She does."

"Get me home then," he shrugged. 

"I can't just discharge you, Tom."

"Mrs. Shelby can do what she wants."

"Sorry, what?"

"One day," Tommy reassured her. Giorgia smacked his chest playfully and climbed off him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before she began removing the rest of the stitches, finishing the job she was meant to have finished before she was interrupted by the scariest yet softest man in Birmingham.

---

After a long eight week stay in the hospital, costing Tommy a fortune, he was discharged from the hospital. Giorgia had picked him up with his son and taken him home, insisting he was on bed rest and light duties only for the next four weeks at least.