Sam and Tom headed towards the pub after a long day.
"Nice work with baby Mark today, you saved his life Tom." Sam said smiling.
"Thanks, I had help from Dylan though, although none whatsoever from that idiot, Dominic." Tom replied.
"Don't worry about him, he's gone, he isn't around to annoy you anymore!" Sam laid a
sympathetic hand on Tom's shoulder.
"Well, he's not the only one who has gone..." Tom glanced out of the window to see Dylan standing with his back to them outside the hospital. Sam followed Tom's eyes and realised who he was talking about.
"If you wouldn't mind, Tom. I'm just going to have a word with him." Sam asked.
"Of course." Tom agreed, while wondering what she was going to say. Tom's eyes stayed fixed on Sam as she walked out of the door towards her ex-husband. As Sam approached him, Dylan quickly spun round, having heard her footsteps. Before Sam could speak, he said,
"Look Sam, I think we've said all that needs to be said."
"No, Dylan, I haven't. You don't need to do this. Everyone will miss you if you leave." Sam said trying to persuade him to stay.
"Will you, Sam? Will you miss me when I'm gone or will you just be happy that Tom has you all to himself?" Dylan questioned her.
"Dylan, we're not married anymore! I've moved on, but that doesn't mean you're not my friend. I'm still going to miss you. What can I say to make you stay here? You know we can sort this out with time." Sam placed her hand on his arm, but Dylan brushed it off.
"The only reason I'll stay is if you ask me to Sam. If you tell me that you still love me."
"Dylan you know I can't do that." Sam pleaded. "Isn't there something else?"
"No... Goodbye Sam." He muttered. Sam reached in to hug him goodbye but Dylan had already started to walk off.
Tom, watching this from the pub, noticed Sam's dismayed expression as she started to walk back. He poured a glass of wine for her, and stood by the pub door. When she reached the door he said nothing, and just handed her the glass, smirking. She smiled back, took the glass and returned to the table.
"Back to mine tonight?" Tom broke the silence.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Sam agreed, realising that all that she needed was sitting next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he then leant his head on hers.
A while later, just as Sam was about to fall asleep on his shoulder, Tom said "Shall we go? I think you've had enough to drink." He laughed. She laughed with him and nodded. He walked her to the taxi and they jumped in together. As they reached his house, they dropped their bags and coats and headed straight upstairs. After a short while of fun, Tom suggested they should sleep as they were both in early the next day. Sam rested her head on Tom's chest, and quickly drifted off, as Tom did shortly afterwards.
Thank you for reading this story! This is my first ever upload so please review if you have any constructive criticism. Sorry it's short, but if you like it, let me know and the next chapter will be longer!