florence's pov here i am at a family meeting getting cleaned up not wanting to bother polly's sleep. tommy tried to get the shards out but couldn't get all of em. john says he wants to marry lizzie stark and everyone makes fun of him. but me. i say "go for it johnny boy! if tha whore makes ya happy and is a good motha to your lil ones who the fuck cares about what she used to do for work. she's hot and knows what she's doin and could bare ya more kids"
i see the eyes on me in shock and i say "what? i have eyes ya know!" knowing that's what it was about. me saying lizzie stark is hot. i just don't like her history with my puddin. i wince and polly says "sorry babygirl that's the last of it. just gotta stitch ya a bit" i nod and tommy offers whiskey after he drinks it and i pull him into a kiss drinking it directly from him and he moves away with a lustful smirk and i swallow the whiskey and he kisses me again "if ya don't behave we'll end up back in bed. god knows i almost didn't let ya leave seein ya dressed like this" taking me in
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my peaked cap on. i say "ain't wearin much different" lowly as he did. and he mutters "it's about you in the clothes. not the clothes themselves" i kiss him as polly says "finished" i nod and thank her as always. i know tommy called me his wife to grace. it's not the first time he's gotten pissed off and protective and said it. it brings butterflies to my stomach. and a want forward. a want to bare his name, bare his children, and his mothers ring on my finger. but why would he propose when we don't label exactly what we are? not really.
so i don't bring up his slip of tongue in regards to me. and neither does he really. we're just...together. that's what truly matters to us. labels make things more complicated. though we call one another ours. and we don't fuck anyone but each other. we just...work. finn comes over and says we've been done over. fuck. i stand and tommy puts a hand on my shoulder "stay here." i raise a eyebrow and smirk "but i wanna kill who's left tommy" licking my teeth excited at the idea of ending a life. i giggle and skip outside and they follow after shrugging at one another. we get there just to find something familiar.
wire cutters. i used this tactic a lot. grenade traps. sometimes i can still hear the booms, the screams, smell the aftermath, i say "don't touch anything at all" warning in my voice. tommy asks "what?" they must've never seen this before "there's a grenade somewhere in the house. any touch to anything can trigger it. move slowly" flashbacks flowing in my mind. i find myself laughing. everyone looks at me differently. tommy comes over hugging me "you alright love. shh" it's my way of letting it out.
