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

21- one last time

"So one last time, I need to be the one who takes you home... one more time, I promise after that, I'll let you go... baby I don't care if you got her in your heart, all I really care is you wake up in my arms, one last time, I need to be the one who takes you home," -Ariana Grande-Butera

Thomas was kept under close observation for the better part of two weeks due to the injury he sustained on his brain. Giorgia had saved his life but in no means was he out of the woods.

She was yet to see those ocean blue eyes that she had dreamt of for six months. Two weeks of being curled in the hospital chair next to him with his hand in hers yet still nothing. She knew he was going to be out of the game for a while and she didn't mind, she was a patient woman and would wait forever if she had too, but it was the unknown that didn't settle in her stomach.

Would he even be able to walk again? Talk properly? Be able to see?

Question after question ran through her mind and it drove her insane, not having slept for two weeks really didn't do any good for her either. But, the stubborn woman she was meant she wasn't sleeping a wink until she knew he was okay.

Charlie hadn't been allowed to see Tommy due to the risk of further infections and illnesses. As much as it hurt Giorgia not to let the little boy see his father, she knew it was for the best in the meanwhile, but that didn't stop her missing him.

So, on the Thursday morning at the crack of dawn, after yet another night of no sleep, she decided enough was enough. Tommy wasn't making any improvement, and through experience in the war, she knew bringing Charlie in would help him recover. He would still be able to hear him, and if anything, he needed the kick up the arse to get better and wake up.

Not just for Charlie's sake, for Giorgia's too.

"GIA!" the excited screams of the boy could be heard from the outskirts of Birmingham, an instant smile on the American girl's face.

"Hi baby," she smiled, scooping him into her arms for the first time in six months.

Six months she'd gone without cuddling him, leaving endless kisses on his chubby cheeks, singing him to sleep, taking him to school, singing together while making breakfast in the morning, playing with him at all hours just to see him smile.

And just thinking about it brought out the tears.

"Where have you been?" The little boy asked. "Daddy said you had work."

"I did, but work's over now, I'm home."

"You're staying?"

"Yeah, Charlie," she smiled, "I'm staying for good."

His arms instantly wrapped around her neck, his head buried against her shoulder as she rocked him gently side to side, leaving endless kisses on his cheek.

Giorgia was many things, but the feeling of having a baby back in her arms again was something she hadn't prepared herself for.

Her sweet little Alicia had been dead for eight years and not a day had passed where she didn't wake up with the same ache in her heart. She knew her daughter was safe with her dad in heaven, (even if Giorgia didn't believe in it) but it never made the pain any easier. They said that with time it would get easier, that Giorgia wouldn't feel as much pain as the years went by, but they were wrong.

If anything, it got worse. The happiness her little girl brought to her was so immense it didn't seem real, like she was in a dream or something. Though she fell pregnant through, arguably, the worst scenario, she had to take it as a blessing.