Scene 1
One month later...
In the hospital room, Asya as she sat on the edge of her bed, gazing out of the window.
Asya: (sighs) Another day, stuck in this room.
The door creaked open, and a young physiotherapist, Jake, entered with a warm smile.
Jake: Good morning, Asya. Ready for our session?
Asya: As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose.
Jake carefully helped Asya to sit in her wheelchair.
Jake: (gentle) I know it's tough, but we're making progress.
Asya: Progress? I still can't walk on my own. What progress is that?
Jake: Today, we'll focus on standing. It's a step closer to walking independently.
Jake assisted her in standing, and Asya leaned heavily on the bars.
Asya: I used to walk effortlessly, and now I'm struggling to stand.
Jake: (encouraging) Remember, it's normal to feel frustrated. We're working through this together.
Asya took a shaky step, gripping the bars tightly. The room felt like it was closing in on her.
Asya: (voice breaking) I just want to be normal again.
Jake: (compassionate) It's a process, Asya. Healing takes time. You're stronger than you think.One step at a time.
Jake: Now, we'll start with some gentle stretches. It's crucial for your recovery.
Asya: (grimaces) I've been doing these for weeks, and I'm still not getting anywhere.
Jake: Progress takes time, Asya. Patience is key. Now, extend your leg slowly.
Jake: Each step counts. Now, slowly lift your foot.
Asya doing the exercises.
Asya: (nodding) I appreciate your optimism. It's just hard to see the light at the end of this tunnel.
Jake guided Asya to the parallel bars, her fingers gripping them tightly as she steadied herself.
Jake: Alright, Asya. We're going to practice some assisted walking. Remember, each step is a victory.
Asya took a deep breath, her eyes focused on the floor beneath her. With Jake's support, she tentatively lifted one foot and then the other.
Jake: (encouraging) You're doing great. Let's take it slow.
Asya managed a few steps, her movements cautious and deliberate.
They reached the end of the parallel bars, and Asya turned, holding onto Jake for support.
Asya: (panting) This is exhausting.
Jake: It's normal to feel tired. We're pushing your limits, building strength.
Asya took another step, her determination evident despite the strain.
They continued the slow, deliberate walk across the room.
Jake: Look how far you've come already.
Asya managed a small smile, acknowledging the progress, however gradual.
Asya: (whispering) Thanks for pushing me, Jake.
Jake: (smiling) You're welcome, dear.
As Jake decided to give Asya a moment to stand on her own, he stayed close, observing her progress. Asya steadied herself.
Jake: (encouraging) You're doing great.
Asya nodded, her focus on each step. Just as she was gaining a bit more confidence, the door opened, and Thomas walked in, a genuine smile on his face and with flowers in his hands.
Thomas: (smiling) Well, well. Looks like I've missed the grand performance.
Asya: (with a touch of annoyance) Grand? More like an underwhelming attempt. I'm preparing for a marathon.
Thomas approached her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and genuine warmth.
Thomas: (seriously) Asya, you're doing a fantastic job.
Asya: (nodding) I know, but it's frustrating. I want to be back to normal.
Thomas: (supportive) You will be.
Asya reached Thomas, who offered his hand, and they stood together for a moment.
Thomas: (smiling) I'm proud of you.
As Asya continued her exercises, Jake noticed some tension in her muscles. He decided to incorporate a massage and stretching routine to help with her recovery. Thomas observed, his presence now tinged with an unexpected sense of unease.
Jake: (smiling) Asya, let's work on some massage and stretches. It'll help with the muscle tension.
Asya: (nodding) Sure, whatever helps. My muscles are probably as stubborn as I am.
Thomas raised an eyebrow, watching as Jake began massaging Asya's legs with gentle yet firm movements.
Jake: (checking in) How's the pressure, Asya?
Asya: (relaxing into it) It's fine. Surprisingly good.
Thomas: (curious) Do you always do this during sessions?
Jake: (nodding) When needed. It aids in flexibility and helps with any muscle tightness.
As Thomas observed, he couldn't shake the slight discomfort he felt seeing another man intimately involved in Asya's care.
Jake continued the massage, moving up to her hips, and Thomas couldn't help but clench his jaw, feeling an unexpected pang of jealousy.
Thomas: (trying to sound nonchalant) Just make sure you're not enjoying it too much.
Asya shot him an angry look.
Jake: (continuing) Now, let's work on some gentle stretches. It'll help with your flexibility.
As Thomas watched, the tension in the room increased. He felt an unexpected need to assert his presence.
Thomas: (leaning in) Need any assistance, Jake?
Jake: Mo, Mr.Shelby. Thank you
Thomas couldn't help but furrow his brow, his gaze fixed on Jake's hands as they gently guided Asya's leg through the movements.
Thomas: (trying to sound casual) Do you have to do it like this?
Jake: (explaining) It's a technique to ensure she's moving correctly and not straining any muscles.
Thomas: (uncomfortably) How long does this usually take?
Jake: (calmly) It varies. We want to make sure she's progressing safely.
Thomas: (reluctantly) Carry on. I don't want to disturb the... therapy.
Asya: (annoyed) Thank you, Thomas for letting us work!
Thomas tried to distract himself by glancing out of the window, though his attention kept drifting back to the scene in the room.
Jake: (professional) Just breathe and relax, Asya.
Asya: (grimacing) Easier said than done.
Thomas, still playing it cool, interjected with a nonchalant tone.
Thomas: (casually) Do you have to touch her for these stretches?
Jake: (explaining) It's part of the technique, Mr. Shelby.
Asya rolls her eyes.
Asya: (whispering) I'm sorry Jake...for him. Hes always like that.......you knw some mental problems. (sarcastically)
Jake understanding, smiled.
Jake: (whispering) Its okay.
Jake: (continuing) We want to make sure she's moving comfortably.
Thomas: (nodding) Right. Carry on, then.
Asya: Thomas, you seem unusually interested in my therapy today.
Thomas: (feigning casualness) Just making sure you're in good hands.
Asya: (teasing) Well, I appreciate the concern, even if it's a bit overprotective.
Thomas: (raising an eyebrow) Overprotective? Never. I'm just wondering if there are alternatives. Less... hands-on, perhaps.
Asya: (annoyed) No, Thomas, there is not!
Jake: (considerate) We could explore other options, but these techniques have proven effective in rehabilitation.
Thomas nodding.
Thomas: (casually) Are there any risks involved in these exercises?
Jake: (assuring) We tailor each session to Asya's abilities and monitor closely to minimize any risks.
Thomas: (nodding) Good to know.
Scene 2
As Jake concluded the session and left the room, Asya settled back into her bed. Thomas, who had been observing the exercises with a mix of curiosity and suppressed jealousy, approached her.
Thomas: (softly) How are you feeling?
Asya: Tired, but I guess that's the price of progress.
Thomas pulled a chair closer.
Thomas: (gentle) Do you need anything? Water, maybe?
Asya: Water sounds good, actually.
Thomas went to a nearby table, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Asya, who accepted it with a grateful smile.
Thomas took a seat beside her.
Thomas: If there's anything you need or if you're ever uncomfortable with the exercises, just let me know.
Asya: (rolling her eyes) I will, Thomas. Don't worry.
Thomas: Maybe next time we can find a female physiotherapist.
Asya, with a knowing smirk, responded.
Asya: I've been in this hospital for over a month, Thomas. Everyone has seen everything of me.
Thomas, caught off guard.
Thomas: (stumbling) Well, I just thought...
Asya: (playfully) Thought what? That a female physiotherapist would make you less uncomfortable?
Thomas: (smirking) I'm just looking out for your comfort.
Asya: Comfort went out the window the moment I stepped into this hospital.
Thomas: (leaning in) True, but a little consideration never hurts.
Asya: (smirking) Consideration, in the Shelby world? That's a rare commodity.
Thomas: (defensively) I can be considerate.
Asya: (raising an eyebrow) Really? Remind me when that happened.
Thomas: (pausing) Well...
Asya: (teasing) Exactly.
Thomas: (smirking) Fine, I'll work on it.
Asya: (grinning) Now, that's a promise I'd like to see fulfilled.
As Thomas glanced at the three books neatly arranged beside Asya's hospital bed, he couldn't help but comment.
Thomas: You'll read all of them, I suppose.
Asya: (with a smirk, responded) Already did.
Thomas: (raising an eyebrow) Really?
Thomas, surprised by her swift reading, picked up one of the books, examining it.
Thomas: (impressed) You read fast.
Asya: (grinning) Comes in handy when you're stuck in a hospital room.
Thomas: What are they about?
Asya: (pointing to each) Classic literature, philosophy, and a murder mystery.
Thomas: Quite the range.
Asya: Gotta keep the mind sharp.
Thomas: (leaning in) Any recommendations?
Asya: (thoughtful) Depends on your mood. Want something to ponder, get into someone else's mind, or solve a mystery?
Thomas: (smirking) Surprise me.
Asya recommended a classic novel, explaining its themes and intricacies. Thomas listened, genuinely engaged in the conversation.
Thomas: (nodding) I might give it a try.
Asya: (teasing) Just don't blame me if you can't put it down.
Thomas: (smirking) I can handle a book or two.
Asya: (leaning back) We'll see about that.
As Thomas learned about Asya's request to leave the hospital, concern creased his forehead.
Thomas: I heard the doctor say that you asked him if you can go home.
Asya, her gaze distant, nodded affirmatively.
Asya: That's right.
Thomas: (worried) But, Asya, you need to stay here for your recovery? It might be safer, especially if there's more treatment needed.
Asya: (sighing) It's not about needing to stay; it's about not wanting to.
Thomas, sensing there was more to her request, pressed gently.
Thomas: What's wrong? Is it the treatment, the staff?
Asya: (softly) It's not the hospital itself; it's the memories it holds.
Thomas, his expression softening, knew what she meant. She gave birth in this hospital and their baby died in this hospital.
Thomas: (compassionate) I understand. I don't want to push you to stay, but your health is important.
Scene 3
Two weeks later...
Asya now standing on her own.
Thomas walked into the hospital room, a bucket of flowers in hand. Asya looked up, surprised and amused.
Thomas: Thought these might brighten up the place.
Asya, with a playful glint in her eyes, replied.
Asya: Thomas, you don't need to bring flowers every day. The room is starting to look like a botanic park.
Thomas: Well, can't have a botanic park without a few more flowers.
Asya: (teasing) At this rate, I'll need a gardener, not a gangster.
Thomas: I can arrange that if it makes you happy.
Asya: I'm not sure the hospital staff would appreciate a full-fledged garden in my room.
Thomas arranged the flowers in a vase, placing them by the window where they caught the sunlight.
Thomas: (looking around) Better?
Asya: (smiling) Much better. Though, seriously, you don't have to keep doing this every day.
Thomas: (softly) I know. But it's the least I can do.
Asya: You're already doing more than enough.
Thomas: (leaning in) I just want to make sure you're surrounded by things that bring a bit of joy.
Asya: (touching his hand) You've already brought plenty of joy.
Scene 4
After two more weeks, Thomas entered the hospital room with another bucket of flowers, expecting to find Asya. However, he was met with an empty room, and panic surged through him. Seeing a woman cleaning the space, he rushed towards her.
Thomas: (panicking) Where's my wife? Where is she?
Cleaning Woman: (calmly) Sir, I'm just cleaning the room. I don't know where your wife is.
Thomas, frustrated and concerned, stormed into the corridor and spotted a nurse.
Thomas: (rudely) Where the hell is my wife? Why is her room empty?
Nurse: (remaining composed) Sir, your wife left against medical advice.
Thomas's eyes widened with a mix of anger and worry.
Thomas: (angry) What do you mean she left? Why would she do that?
Nurse: She expressed her desire to leave, and against our recommendations, she signed a form and discharged herself.
Thomas, clenching his fists, tried to rein in his anger. Concern for Asya overshadowed his frustration.
Thomas: (worried) Is she okay? Why would she leave when she still needs treatment?
Nurse: (sympathetically) I share your concern, but she made the decision to leave. We informed her of the risks.
Thomas, pacing anxiously, muttered to himself.
Thomas: Bloody hell, Asya...
Nurse: (softly) Sir, I can offer assistance providing information on her treatment plan.
Thomas, realizing his anger wasn't helping, took a deep breath.
Thomas: (more composed) Fine. Tell me what I need to know.
The nurse provided details about Asya's treatment plan, medications, and advised Thomas to try reaching her.
Scene 5
Asya found herself at the graveyard. Underneath a sprawling tree, she sat, surrounded by an array of colored paper flowers she had carefully crafted.
Asya, now more adept at walking but still showing signs of struggle, stood up, the paper flowers in hand. She made her way to the graves, marked by Ottoman letters, each holding a story of loss and longing.
The first grave she approached was her mother's, a symbolic resting place with only a necklace laid within. Asya stood there for a moment, silently paying her respects to the woman who diedduring the harrowing exile from Caucasus.
Asya: (softly) I hope you found peace, Mother.
She then turned to the smaller grave beside it, belonging to her baby son. The weight of the loss still lingered, but Asya remained resilient. Sitting beside the graves, she meticulously arranged the paper flowers, the vibrant colors contrasting with the somber tones of the graveyard.
Asya: (whispering) For you, my little one.
Once the flowers adorned the graves, Asya laid down between them, a serene smile gracing her lips.
Asya: (speaking to the wind) It's a beautiful day, isn't it? I hope you both can feel the warmth.
She found solace between the graves, bridging the past with the present.
Scene 6
As Asya sat beside the graves, a soft breeze gently stirring the air, she began to speak.
Asya: (whispering) Mother, I wish you were here with me. It's been so long, and yet, the ache of losing you feels as fresh as the day they took you away.
She traced the engraved Ottoman letters on her mother's symbolic grave with a delicate touch.
Asya: (softly) I remember your laughter, the lullabies you sang. Even in the darkest times, you found a way to bring warmth. The soldiers may have thrown your body away, but they could never erase your spirit from my heart.
Asya: (reflecting) You used to tell me stories about our homeland, about the strength of our people. I carry those stories, Mother. They've become a part of who I am.
Asya: (smiling faintly) And then, there's my little one. The son I never got to hold for long. You'd have loved him, Mother. He looked so beautiful, his tiny hands reaching out. But fate had different plans.
Asya: (whispering to the wind) I wonder if you watch over him, Mother. I hope you're keeping him safe until I can hold him in my arms again.
Asya's gaze lingered on the graves, a myriad of emotions playing on her face.
Asya: (softly) I carry your memories, your love, and the pain of loss. But today, amidst the flowers and the quiet, I find a moment of peace. I miss you both terribly, but I'll keep moving forward, carrying your legacy with me.
Asya: (softly) Mother, there's someone new in my life – a man named Thomas. He's not like anyone I've known before. Strong, determined, but carrying a weight of grief that mirrors my own.
She traced patterns in the soil beside her, as if seeking a connection with the earth beneath.
Asya: (smiling) And there's Charlie, his son. Oh, Mother, he's a bundle of joy. Just 3 years old, with bright eyes that seem to hold a world of curiosity. His laughter echoes through the mansion, and, in those moments, I find a glimpse of the happiness we missed.
Asya: (reflecting) He's not mine by blood, but, Mother, I love him as if he were. He's brought a different kind of light into the shadows that linger. A reminder that life moves forward, even when we feel stuck in the past. Hes my son and I love him.
She arranged a few more paper flowers on the graves, the colors reflecting the spectrum of emotions within her.
Asya: (whispering) Thomas, despite his tough exterior, has a tender side, especially when it comes to Charlie. I see the love he has for his son, and in a way, it eases the pain that binds us together.
Asya: (smiling) Charlie calls me "Mom" and it warms my heart. I find joy in his laughter, in the small moments we share. It's as if he's a piece of the life we lost, given back to us.
She leaned back, staring at the sky, as if her mother's spirit lingered in the air.
Asya: (whispering) In Thomas and Charlie, I've found a connection that mends the broken pieces of my heart.
Asya: (reflecting) You'd be surprised by Thomas. He's a man of contradictions. A gangster, they say. Involved in a world filled with darkness, secrets, and power struggles. But beneath that tough exterior, there's a complexity that draws me in.
She picked up a small pebble, twirling it between her fingers.
Asya: (smirking) He's not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Cold, calculated, but I've seen glimpses of warmth.
Asya: (thoughtfully) His eyes, Mother. They're like the ocean. I've caught him in moments of vulnerability, where those eyes tell tales his words never will.
Asya: (smiling) He's stubborn, just like me. We clash, argue, and dance around unspoken truths. But there's a softness that surfaces when he looks at Charlie. It's in those moments that I see a different side of Thomas – a father's love, untainted by the shadows of his past.
Asya: (whispering) Cute might not be the word you'd use for a man like him, but in the midst of chaos, I find myself captivated by his quirks. The way he smirks, the way he tries to hide a smile. It's like finding a fragile flower in the midst of a storm.
As Asya turned her attention to her son's grave, emotions surged, and tears welled in her eyes. The weight of loss and longing echoed in her heartfelt monologue.
Asya: (softly) My sweet little one, it's been a journey without you, and the ache in my heart never seems to fade. I hope you can hear these words, wherever you are.
She delicately touched the Ottoman letters engraved on the small grave.
Asya: (whispering) You were with me for such a short time, and yet, the impact you left is immeasurable.
Tears streamed down Asya's face as she spoke, her voice carrying a mix of sadness and a mother's eternal love.
Asya: (choked up) I often wonder who you would have become, what your laughter would sound like today. I miss you every single day, my little one.
Asya: (whispering to the wind) I wish I could have protected you from the storms that took you away. I wish I could have shielded you from the harshness of this world. But I know that everything in world happens for a reason. Maybe we will never know what it is but...
The rustle of leaves seemed to carry the weight of Asya's grief.
Asya: (tearfully) You're not physically here but your spirit lives on in every breath I take.
Asya: (softly) I know you're in a better place now, free from pain and suffering. But, my love, the ache of your absence is a wound that never fully heals.
Asya: (whispering) My love, even your father misses you. It might not show in his words, but I see it in his eyes. Those ocean-deep eyes of his carry the weight of grief, the same pain that lingers in my heart.
Asya: (softly) Thomas is a complicated man, my darling. Involved in a world that's filled with shadows.
Asya: (whispering to the wind) He might not express it openly, but I feel the pain we share reflected in his gaze. It's like an unspoken language – a silent understanding that bridges the gap between us.
Tears streamed down Asya's face.
Asya: (tearfully) Your father, he has his own battles to fight. And though we may argue, clash like storms on the horizon, the love he has for you and for Charlie is undeniable.
Asya: (softly) I see him trying to be strong, to shield us from the harsh realities of life. But, my love, his eyes betray the pain he carries, the void left by your absence.
Asya: (whispering) We're a family, even if it's unconventional. And in our shared grief, I find a strange sense of connection with your father. A connection born out of the love we both hold for you.
Asya: (whispering) I held you for such a fleeting moment, and yet, that moment defines the universe of my heart.
Tears flowed freely as she spoke, the pain of loss echoing in every word.
Asya: (choked up) I wonder what your first cry sounded like, what your eyes looked like. The not knowing haunts me, my precious one.
Asya: (softly) The world became a colder place the moment you left. The emptiness echoed in the silence, and I found myself grappling with a grief that had no words.
Thomas approached the graveyard with measured steps, his gaze falling upon Asya who knelt beside their son's grave.
Thomas: (softly) I knew you would be here.
Asya, caught off guard, turned to look at Thomas.
Asya: (wiping her tears) Thomas...
Thomas, sensing the fragility of the moment, approached her slowly. He could see the traces of sorrow in her eyes.
Thomas: (gentle) You don't have to hide your tears, love.
Asya: (forcing a small smile) It's just... been one of those days.
Thomas knelt beside her, a silent understanding passing between them.
Thomas: (softly) I didn't mean to intrude on your moment. I just wanted to be here with you.
Asya: (nodding) I appreciate that.
They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the wind.
Thomas: (gently) It's okay to grieve, Asya. I understand.
Asya: (looking at their son's grave) I know you do.
Thomas placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a comforting touch.
Thomas: (softly) Charlie and I miss him too, you know.
Asya: (trying to smile, wiping her tears) So, how was your day?
Thomas, his mind briefly pulled into the depths of a tumultuous day, hesitated before answering.
Thomas: (casually) It was fine.
Asya glanced at him, sensing there was more beneath the surface. She decided to press a bit further.
Asya: (curious) Just fine?
Thomas: (nodding) Just the usual business, you know.
In that moment, Thomas's mind slipped into flashbacks of the events that had transpired that day. The haunting memories of blowing up his mansion to sever ties with a painful past and killing Luca Changretta brutally.
The explosion echoed in his ears as he watched the mansion, once filled with memories and shadows, crumble into ruins.
Another flashback overlaid the first, bringing him to the dark confrontation with Luca Changretta. As he pulled the trigger, he uttered words heavy with the weight of loss.
Thomas: (flashback) This is for kidnapping my son and killing my other son.
End of Flashback.
Asya's gaze lingered on Thomas, a knowing look in her eyes. Sensing her awareness, Thomas broke the silence.
Thomas: (softly) You know, don't you?
Asya, maintaining eye contact, nodded subtly.
Asya: (calmly) I'm married to a gangster, Thomas. And being the daughter of a Meskhetian leader, I hear things faster than most..........I didn't marry you for a quiet life. I knew what I was getting into.
Thomas couldn't help but smile at her resilience.
Thomas: You might regret it someday.
Asya: Regret is for the weak, Thomas Shelby. And we are anything but weak.
Scene 7
Asya, turned towards Thomas with a contemplative look in her eyes. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air.
Asya: (softly) I owe you an apology.
Thomas, meeting her gaze, furrowed his brow, uncertain of what she meant.
Thomas: (curious) For what?
Asya took a deep breath before revealing a painful truth.
Asya: (regretful) After the death of our son, I pushed you away. I was in a dark place, drowning in grief.
Thomas, recalling the difficult times, nodded understandingly.
Thomas: (gentle) Asya, grief affects everyone differently. You don't owe me an apology for that.
Asya: (looking down) But I see now that you tried so hard. You tried to be there for me, to pull me out of the darkness. And I... I couldn't let you in.
Thomas reached out, placing a comforting hand on hers.
Thomas: (softly) We both faced our demons, Asya. I tried because I love you, and I understood the pain you were going through.
Asya: (teary-eyed) I know. But I want you to know that I see it now, the effort you put into saving me.
Thomas: (gentle smile) We saved each other.
Asya: (nodding) Yes, and I'm grateful for that. I just wish I had seen it sooner.
Thomas squeezed her hand, a gesture of reassurance.
Thomas: (smiling) What matters is that we're here now. We've weathered storms, and we're still standing.
Scene 8
Asya: (softly) I've been through a lot in my life. The exile from Caucasus, watching my mother die on that train, the amputation of my father's leg, Igor's relentless obsession for years. The struggles we faced as refugees in England... all of it has left scars on my soul.
Thomas listened in silence, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and understanding.
Asya: (nodding) But none of those hardships, as painful as they were, compare to losing my baby boy.
Her voice trembled, and a shadow of grief passed over her face as she spoke about the most profound loss.
Asya: (teary-eyed) His death was a wound that cut deeper than anything before.
Thomas reached out, squeezing her hand in a gesture of comfort.
Thomas: (gentle) We lost him together, Asya. I share that pain with you.
Asya nodded, her gaze fixed on the graves, as if seeking solace from the stillness around them.
Asya: (softly) I thought with time, the pain would fade away, that I could forget and move on. But it's not disappearing; it's only subsiding, like taking anesthesia for a wound that never truly heals.
Thomas: Pain has a way of lingering, Asya. It becomes a part of us, something we carry.
Asya: (nodding) I've tried to distract myself, to bury the ache beneath daily routines and responsibilities. But it's always there, waiting in the quiet moments.
Thomas: (softly) Grief isn't something you overcome; it's something you learn to live with.
Asya: (looking at their son's grave) I don't want to forget him, Thomas. I want to remember every moment, every feeling.
Thomas: (compassionate) You don't have to forget. We carry the pain because we carry the love. They're intertwined. We face the pain together, Asya. And in doing so, we honor the love we had for our son.
Scene 9
Thomas: (softly) Asya, there are things in my past, things I've done, that I can't apologize for. I won't pretend to be a saint. I've walked through shadows, made choices that stained my hands. But in the midst of that darkness, I found something worth holding onto.
Asya, attentive, looked into his eyes, a mixture of curiosity and understanding in her gaze.
Thomas: (earnestly) I want another chance, Asya. Not just because I'm asking for forgiveness, but because I see a different path, a possibility for a future that wasn't clear before.
He paused, as if collecting his thoughts before continuing.
Thomas: (passionately) I want to build a family with you. I want to wake up every morning knowing that you and Charlie are there, creating a life together. I want to be there for you in ways I couldn't before. I want to share both the joy and the struggles, because that's what a family does.
Thomas: (tenderly) I know I've caused you pain, and I can't change the past. But I can shape the future. I want to be the man you deserve, the father Charlie needs, and the husband you can rely on.
He reached for her hand, a gesture filled with sincerity.
Thomas: (softly) I love you, Asya. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.
Asya, moved by his vulnerability and honesty, felt a warmth blossoming within her.
Thomas: (continuing) We've faced storms together, and I can't promise there won't be more. But I can promise to stand by you, to face whatever comes our way as a united front.
He looked into her eyes, hoping to convey the depth of his feelings.
Thomas: (confidently) Give us another chance, Asya. Let me show you that our story can have a different ending, one filled with love.
Thomas: (reflective) I wonder what he (baby) would have been like, the moments we would have shared as a family. His laughter echoing through the halls, the sleepless nights, and the joy of watching him grow.
Asya's fingers gently traced patterns on the back of Thomas's hand, a silent reassurance.
Thomas: (with a tender smile) He's a part of our story, Asya. A part that brought us both immense joy and heartbreaking pain. But I want to remember him not just for the loss but for the love we poured into him.
Asya: (whispering) I want that too, Thomas.
Thomas: (softly) We'll carry his memory with us, in every step we take as a family.
Thomas: (gentle) We may not have had enough time with him, but he was a force that bound us together. And in his absence, we find strength. Will you give me another chance?
As Thomas awaited Asya's response, the quiet intensity of the moment lingered in the air. Asya, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions, remained silent, a smile playing on her lips. Slowly, she leaned in, laying her head on Thomas's shoulder.
The weight of her head against him carried a warmth that words couldn't convey. Thomas, feeling the gentle connection, understood the unspoken answer. Her silence spoke volumes, and the smile was a confirmation of acceptance.
Thomas, his heart swelling with a mix of relief and gratitude, wrapped his arm around Asya, pulling her closer. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Scene 10
3 days later...
Thomas pick up Asya from the farm.
He stood behind her, his hands gently covering her eyes. Asya, wearing the white dress he had asked her to change into, felt a mixture of curiosity and mild irritation at the mystery he was orchestrating.
Thomas: (whispering) Not much farther now.
As they continued, Asya, unable to see, relied on Thomas's guidance.
Asya: Thomas, you better not be leading me into a surprise that involves spiders.
Thomas chuckled.
Thomas: (teasing) I promise, no spiders. This is something special.
As they approached their destination, Asya's curiosity grew, but a tinge of uncertainty crept in.
Asya: I'm scared I will fall, Thomas.
Thomas tightened his grip on her eyes, his voice soothing.
Thomas: I've got you, love. Trust me.
Asya took a deep breath, allowing herself to lean into the unknown.
Asya: (curious) Can you give me a hint?
Thomas: (smirking) Where's the fun in that?
Asya: (sarcastic) Fun for you, maybe.
Thomas felt her tension and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
Thomas: (tenderly) You'll love it, I promise.
Finally, they arrived at their destination. Thomas, slowly removed his hands from Asya's eyes, revealing the picturesque scene that awaited her. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, Asya found herself standing in an expansive green field, the air filled with a refreshing breeze. White birds soared overhead.
Asya: (whispering) Thomas, it's beautiful.
He smiled, enjoying her reaction.
Thomas: I thought we could use a moment away from everything. Just you and me.
Asya's annoyance melted into appreciation, her eyes taking in the enchanting surroundings.
Asya: You always know how to surprise me.
Thomas: Well, not quite the nature of Caucasus, but I hope you like it.
Asya's gaze wandered across the sprawling landscape, taking in the beauty that surrounded them.
Asya: (fascinated) I love it.
Thomas took her hand, leading her further into the field. The soft grass under their feet.
Thomas: I thought we could use a break from the hustle of the city. Just a moment to breathe.
Asya: (appreciative) It's like a little piece of tranquility.
Thomas: I wanted it to be special. A place just for us.
Scene 9
As Thomas, with a mysterious glint in his eyes, showed his surprise, a majestic white horse emerged from the shadows. Asya's eyes widened in awe as she beheld the beautiful creature standing before her.
Asya: (gasping) A horse? Thomas, is this for me?
Thomas, smirking, nodded.
Asya couldn't contain her excitement. She ran towards the horse, her steps echoing with pure joy. The elegance of the white horse seemed to mesmerize her.
Asya: (whispering to the horse) Well, hello there, beautiful.
She inspected the horse with a childlike curiosity, running her hands gently along its sleek, white coat. The horse, seemingly attuned to Asya's energy, nuzzled against her hand.
Thomas, observing the interaction, couldn't help but smile at Asya's genuine delight.
Thomas: I thought you might like a companion for our journey.
Asya's face lit up with happiness, and in a burst of pure joy, she turned and hugged Thomas so tightly that he almost fall down.
Asya: Thomas, I love it! This is the best gift ever.
Her tightly squeezed hug almost threw Thomas off balance, prompting him to react with a combination of laughter and a playful warning.
Thomas: Slow down, love. You're going to knock me over.
Asya, realizing the near mishap, quickly released her tight grip, but her eyes continued to sparkle with excitement.
Asya: (apologetic) Oops, sorry, Thomas. I got carried away.
Thomas, regaining his composure, chuckled at the unforeseen turn of events.
Thomas: It's alright. Just be a bit gentler with your gangster, yeah?
Asya playfully nudged him, a mischievous grin on her face.
Asya: I make no promises, Mr. Shelby.
Thomas: Well, at least warn me next time you're planning an enthusiastic attack.
Asya, giggling, nodded in agreement.
Asya: (grinning) Noted....Can we ride it now?
Thomas: (smirking) Patience, my dear. We'll ride, but let's enjoy the moment first.
Asya's eyes lit up with childlike wonder as she noticed the white birds. Her excitement bubbled over, and she turned to Thomas with a hopeful expression.
Asya: Can I feed them?
Thomas, captivated by the joy in Asya's eyes, smiled and nodded.
Thomas: (grinning) Of course. I brought something for them.
Reaching into a small basket he had brought along, Thomas retrieved a bag of bird feed. He handed it to Asya, who eagerly took it.
Asya: This is like a dream!
Thomas: Well, dreams do come true...
Asya moved towards a patch of the field where the birds seemed to congregate.
Asya: (whispering) They're so beautiful.
Thomas joined her, standing side by side as they observed the white birds circling overhead.
Thomas: Just like you.
Asya glanced at him, a playful glint in her eyes.
Asya: (smirking) Flattery will get you everywhere
Scene 10
As Thomas and Asya continued their exploration of the green field, their path led them to a surprise nestled in a corner – a beautifully adorned gypsy wagon. Asya's eyes widened with curiosity and intrigue.
Asya: What is that?
Thomas, a mischievous glint in his eyes, wrapped his arms around Asya, holding her close.
Thomas: (whispering seductively) This, my love, is our real wedding day, and this... (he gestured to the wagon) is our honeymoon.
Asya, caught off guard, couldn't help but be captivated by the charm of the gypsy wagon and the alluring tone in Thomas's voice.
Asya: Our real wedding day, huh?
Thomas: I figured we needed a more private celebration, away from prying eyes.
Asya: You never cease to surprise me.
Thomas: You see, I'm not just a businessman. I have a bit of the gypsy spirit in me too.
Asya, genuinely intrigued, leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Asya: Gypsy? Like in the stories?
Thomas: (nodding) Exactly. We're wanderers, free spirits who find beauty in the journey.
Asya, captivated by the notion, couldn't resist asking a question with childlike curiosity.
Asya: Do you tell fortunes or read palms, Mr. Shelby?
Thomas chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Thomas: (teasing) Maybe that's a secret skill you'll discover one day.
Asya's attention then shifted, and she noticed a glint of gold when Thomas flashed a smile. Her eyes widened in excitement.
Asya: (excitedly) You have a golden tooth? Since when?
(I have to say, I never liked a golden tooth until I saw on him;)
Thomas, taken aback by her enthusiasm, smirked.
Thomas: (casually) Since years. Didn't you notice?
Asya, now unable to contain her curiosity, gently pushed up Thomas's lip to get a closer look at the golden tooth.
Thomas: (smirking) Kept it well-hidden, didn't I?
Asya's eyes sparkled with delight as she touched the golden tooth.
Asya: (smiling) Well, I never saw you laughing before. It looks very cool, Thomas.
Thomas, touched by her innocence, offered to change it if she didn't like it.
Thomas: If you don't like it, I can have it extracted.
Asya's eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head.
Asya: (excitedly) No, it would hurt and I like it, really! It adds character. It's like a hidden treasure.
Thomas, appreciating her genuine response, smiled warmly.
Thomas: Well, then it stays. A gypsy touch, just for you.
Asya: (grinning) I think it's perfect.
Thomas: (smirking) How about I carry you, my beautiful bride?
Asya, caught off guard, protested in a playful tone.
Asya: (giggling) No, Thomas, don't.
Thomas, undeterred, approached her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Thomas: (smirking) Why not? This is our honeymoon, after all.
Asya's protests were met with a gentle scoop as Thomas lifted her effortlessly into his arms, bridal style.
Asya: (laughing) Thomas, put me down! This is ridiculous.
Thomas continued to carry her, the teasing smirk never leaving his face.
Thomas: (teasingly) I thought you wanted a real wedding day, and this is part of the package.
Asya, unable to stifle her laughter, couldn't help but enjoy the unexpected playfulness.
Asya: (playfully) Well, I didn't sign up for being carried around.
Thomas: (smirking) Consider it a royal treatment.
Asya, still giggling, wrapped her arms around Thomas's neck, playfully surrendering to the moment.
Asya: (smirking) I suppose I can endure this for a little while.
Thomas: (grinning) That's the spirit, Mrs. Shelby.
Asya: (laughing) Thomas, seriously, put me down! I'm too heavy for this.
Thomas, still carrying her effortlessly, grinned at her protests.
Thomas: Is that so? I've carried heavier burdens, my love.
Asya, caught between laughter and a hint of mock indignation, poked him playfully.
Asya: (smirking) You need your back for our honeymoon, Mr. Shelby.
Thomas, undeterred and enjoying the banter, took a few steps, still holding Asya.
Thomas: (smirking) I'm willing to bear the weight of the world for you.
Scene 11
Inside the intimate space of the gypsy wagon, Thomas gently laid Asya down, a playful gleam still in his eyes. As she settled on the soft cushions, a contagious giggle escaped her lips.
Asya: (giggling) What are you up to, Mr. Shelby?
Thomas, leaning in with a smirking charm, whispered.
Thomas: (teasing) Just making sure you enjoy our honeymoon.
Asya's laughter continued, blending with the whimsical atmosphere of the wagon. Thomas, captivated by her joy, couldn't resist closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss.The kiss, grew more hasty and fervent, reflecting the shared desire that had lingered beneath the surface.
Asya's laughter transformed into a soft murmur of delight, and Thomas, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her cheek, reveled in the closeness they shared. The wagon became a sanctuary of shared moments, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the magnetic pull of their love.
Thats not the end of the story. I'll continue tomorrow:)