Sofia // Peaky Blinders

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"Tommy?" Sofia asked as she shook his shoulder. She was sitting on his bed. "Thomas". She said a bit louder.

She backed away when he sat upright. "Why am I in bed?" He asked.

Sofia licked her bottom lip and grabbed his hand. "Tommy...you blacked out. I've never seen anything like that before it was scary". She answered.

"What do you mean I blacked out?" He asked.

"You wanted to go home after the rally. Arthur didn't seem capable of bringing you home, so I joined. You were talking to Arthur in your drive and the next thing you zoned out. You walked into the filed. Me and Arthur followed you. We wanted to make sure you were okay. You....pulled a gun out Tommy and you went to shoot yourself. Arthur stopped you and took your gun away. I had to pull a lot of strings Tommy to get you home instead of being locked up". She said softly.

"Locked up?" He asked.

She took a deep breath. "Tommy you've been out for two weeks. This is the first time anyone has had a civilised conversation with you. Some people wanted to get you locked up, so they could help you. But I knew if you were sent there you wouldn't be happy, so I pulled some strings and I got you home. Your under everyone's eye the entire time". She answered.

"Two weeks?" He asked.

She nodded her head and looked down at him. "I'm going to be here for you Tommy. I'm going to help you through whatever is going on in that brain of yours. And once I do that, we'll get you back on tracks and running this family again". She said softly.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

Sofia licked her bottom lip and sighed. "I owe you my life Thomas, why wouldn't I help you?" She asked.

Tommy frowned and shook his head. He gently touched her cheek.

"You don't owe me anything. You can go back to America. You don't have to stay here. You'll still get paid for your service". He said as he stood up. She stood up and stood behind him.

"What if I want to stay?" She asked.

He frowned.

"What?" He asked.

"What if I don't want to return to America. What if....what if someone has made me change my mind. What if someone has opened my eyes?" She asked.

Tommy turned around and looked at her. "Your willing to give up everything you've made for yourself in America for Michael. Sofia, I'm sorry but he doesn't love you back. He's too committed to Gina and the baby". He said.

Sofia frowned and shook her head. "I'm not in love with Michael. I was....when I first met him, but I don't think that was love. The way I feel now, I've never felt about anyone". She said.

"It's not Arthur, is it? Look Sofia, his wife has just left him. He's fragile". He said.

"It's not fucking Arthur". She snapped.

"It's not Finn he's too young. Oh, God. It's Alfie isn't it?" He asked.

She placed her hands on her hips. "Yeah, sure it's Alfie". She said.

Tommy frowned at her. "Alfie fucking Solomons? Are you fucking serious?" He asked.

She shook her head. "No. Are you really that stupid Tommy? It's you okay. I've...I've fallen in love with you. I don't remember the exact moment. Maybe it was when you kissed me the day Luca shot you, I don't know. But the feelings I have for you Tommy, I've...I've never felt like this before. My mother used to say, you'll know he's the one when you can't sleep, when you wake up he's the first thing on your mind and the last when you go to bed. I love you, Tommy. And I want to stay. Birmingham...it's made me see the world so differently...you've made me see the world differently". She said.

Tommy looked at her for a moment. He licked his bottom lip and stepped forwards.

"You want to stay?" He asked.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"But Birmingham is a shithole". He said.

She smiled sadly at him. "It can be are shithole Tommy". She whispered.

Tommy smiled and let out a small laugh.

Sofia was the only one that made him smile or laugh, and they were things he hadn't done in a long time.

"I want you to stay". He said.

She smiled at him. "You do?" She asked.

He licked his bottom lip and nodded. "I do". He answered.

Sofia smiled and placed her lips on his. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

She knew it was going to be hard, but she was going to make it work.