Chapter 25
Just a forewarning, there's a slight 'mature' scene in this chapter. But I think the 'T' rating is right for it.
Sam stood shocked, but pleased.
"I understand if it's too soon." Tom blabbed, catching up with what he had previously said.
Just as Sam was about to speak, Zoe returned. "Good news. You're fine, Tom, minus your physical injuries. We will quickly get that leg plastered and then you can go home - if someone is here to drive you back." She said, looking in the direction of Sam.
"I've got my car here. I can take him, Zoe." Sam told her boss, placing one hand on Tom's forearm.
Zoe smiled at the couple. "I'll just get a nurse to plaster your leg, and then you can go."
"Zoe?" Tom called when she turned to leave. "Can you find Joey for me? And tell him to meet us at home?"
Zoe simply nodded. "Sure."
A nurse came over almost immediately. They plastered Tom's leg quickly and found him a pair of crutches.
As Sam and Tom made their way out of the Emergency Department, Robyn ran up behind them.
"Zoe told me to give you these." She handed Tom a letter and a few leaflets. "Also, Joey is going to be dropped off by Zoe in an hour or two."
"Thank you." Tom said and smiled.
The two turned away and began to walk out of the hospital's sight. Sam kept close to Tom being careful of his crutches.
Once home, Tom made his way into the lounge, while Sam got them both a tea. He sat scanning through the letter – written by Zoe, explaining about what he could do – and flicking through the various leaflets.
"Here," Sam handed him a cup.
He nodded his head in appreciation and shuffled to the side to let her sit down. After she sat down, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and kissed her hair. She relaxed, leaning back onto his chest.
They talked about what was going to happen for the next ten or twenty minutes, then deciding they would talk about it more in the morning – as it was fast approaching 10pm. Concluding they would get an 'early night', they proceeded to the bedroom.
Sam kissed his lips hungrily. God, I've missed this, she thought. She helped Tom onto the bed. He lay on his back, staring up at her, holding her legs either side of his. She sat, a smile playing on her lips, which he reciprocated.
"Yes." She stated.
"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yes, I will marry you." She leant down and caught his lips for the countless time that hour.
He grinned against her mouth. In one swift movement, he switched their positions. Being mindful of his leg, Sam started to tug at his jean's zipper.
Bit short, but I've been working this week and looking after my four year old cousin at the same time. Not good when you're trying to get on with something and a little boy is asking you to go play outside with him, and while his mom is running around needing a hand. :/
Anyway, please review. It's great to read them.