Chapter 8
They arrived home at about seven. Joey had wanted to go via the ED, to say thank you to everyone and goodbye. Sam ran up to the flat with Joey's bags, while Tom helped him up the stairs. Joey could walk, but it was difficult, because of his stitches so he had crutches to help him.
Sam unlocked and opened the door and dropped the bags, in Joey's room.
Their apartment was quite large. There were four bedrooms. The lounge and kitchen were one room together. She loved it that Tom called it their apartment - even though, technically, it was only Tom's place. She was drawn from her thoughts as she heard the door close.
Tom brought Joey into the lounge and lowered him down onto the couch. "Sam, what do we have to eat?" Tom asked.
"Um, not very healthy, but I could get some chips or something?"
"We don't have anything?"
"Only little snack things. I haven't exactly been to the shops lately."
"Oh yeah, of course," Tom agreed. They hadn't been at home to need food, and he had basically emptied the fridge earlier. "I'll call for a takeaway. Pizza sound good?" Both Sam and Joey nodded.
Tom went out the room and returned about five minutes later. "Pizza will be here in about thirty"
They ate rather quickly. Joey said he was going to go to bed. He went to stand and fell back onto the couch. "I'll help you." Tom stood up and went to his brother's aid. Joey didn't have the energy to argue. He'd only been out of bed for about four hours, but was understandably exhausted.
While Tom was helping Joey, Sam decided to wash up. She was in her own little world when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist. It startled her, but she relaxed when she realised it was just Tom. She put down what she was washing and turned around in his arms, putting her arms around his neck. "How is he?"
"Ah he's fine. I told him to shout if he wants anything," Tom said, smiling at her and she smiled back. "Sam, I'm sorry we haven't had that much time together these…" She silenced him with a kiss. He broke away and looked into her eyes and pulled her close. He brought one hand up to her cheek, turning her head to look at him. He leant down and kissed her, again and again. He pulled away, again. "I'll make it up to you?" Sam smiled, kissed him and, without breaking the kiss, led him to the bedroom.