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Code Omega	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 1456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The events in this story are complete fiction. None of these events have taken place.We make no profit from this story other then the enjoyment of writing it and sharing it with others. None of us know Tom personally or have met him.

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Your mouth ran dry as you climbed out of your car and saw him sitting there. Smug smile and all. Your heart raced and your breath quickened. All you wanted was for him to leave you alone. Or for some sniper to just shoot him dead from the rooftop across the street. He acted like nothing was wrong and he hadn't just threatened to ruin your life and Tom's ten minutes ago.
"Sweetheart, I'm right here!" Michael called and waved to you. You tried to swallow but your throat was like desert sand, and only got drier the closer you walked to him. He gestured to the chair across from him at the little cafe table and you sat on the edge. You noticed the cup in front of you, still steaming. "Here dear, I ordered your favorite- caramel cinnamon. You love caramel cinnamon, don't you?"
"I hate it. You know that." Your voice was barely a whisper.
"Nonsense, you love it. You get it all the time," Michael brushed you off. He hadn't changed. "Drink. You look like you need it." He was nothing if not persistent. You picked up the mug with both hands and took a small sip. It was just as awful as you remembered. You had never like cinnamon, and caramel was always too sweet for you. Not that Michael ever really cared for what *you* liked. You set the mug back down on the saucer, trying to keep from shaking and rattling.
"What's the matter, dear? Are you cold? You're shaking an awful lot over there," Michael asked with the most artificial concern. Your eyes flashed at him with anger.
"What are you doing?" you whispered.
"What I should have done the minute you got some stupid idea in your head about having a baby," he hissed at you, lowering his tone so no one around could hear him. The breath left your body- how did he know anything about your and Tom's plans? "Oh yes, I know all about your fucking stupid plan. Did you really think you could escape me? Really?" It was like he could read your mind.
"Why are you doing this? Why can't you leave me alone? You have a new wife and children of your own, a whole practice to run, your own new life. Why can't you let me have mine, please?"
Michael reached across the table and took your hand. You tried to jerk it away, but he was too quick and strong for you. He held tight, too tight, as he answered. "Because you killed my children. They were to be the start of my legacy. You were simply a healthy option to grow them for me. Turns out I was wrong about that. What a shame."
"I never did anything wrong, Michael. I did everything I could to keep our children. Some things just happen, they're out of anyone's control. Even yours." Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to run, flip the table, scream, do something. But you were frozen. You could hardly bring your voice above a whisper. Michael squeezed harder on your hand, still smiling to give the right impression to all the other diners.
"Nothing is out of my control. Not even you, little girl."
"I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a grown fucking woman."
"Who is responsible for the deaths of, how many children?"
"That's not true, you know that. I always do everything I can for every one of those children. And how dare you even insist otherwise. And those charges you filed? They didn't even hold up. And they never will." Your sudden rush of adrenaline and confidence only served to make Michael angrier. He squeezed your hand even harder, you thought he was going to break it. "What do you want? What do I have to do to make you go back to your life and leave mine alone?"
"Here is what I want. We're going to finish our drinks here, and then we're going to get into my car. And I'm going to take you somewhere I can get everything I want from you. And before you ask; if you refuse, all it takes is one phone call and your fucking boy toy's reputation and career are ruined. Do you understand me?"
"Don't you dare hurt him. Don't even think about it," you demanded quietly. You would do anything to keep him from reaching Tom. Even put yourself directly in the path of this monster. He let go of your hand finally and you jerked it back into your lap. It throbbed where Michael squeezed it so tight, but you kept as straight a face as possible. You didn't want him to see you in pain, to give him the satisfaction.
You watched as he finished his coffee. Looking around you slowly and carefully, you began to think. You were very familiar with this part of downtown. Where everything was, and what alley led where. He could take you anywhere, depending on what he was planning. You took a deep slow breath and calmed your nerves. You wanted nothing more than to run.
You knew this man now, you knew him better than he ever knew you. He wouldn’t have come here like this unless he did his homework. He always did his homework, which is how he got away with most of the things that should have landed him in jail. He was patient and he was methodical. He wasn’t going to come here and risk it being known he came near you against court orders unless he covered his tracks well.
Taking a breath you stood from your seat and walked with him out of the coffee shop. You could tell by the weird way he was leading you he was doing so to avoid being caught on film by security cameras. That way if he did anything to do you, he could deny ever having been there.
As you rounded the corner into a back alley, his hand moved from the small of your back to your neck. As soon as you felt his fingertips start to wrap around your neck you jerked around knocking it away with one hand, as your other came up pressing your tazer that looked like a cell phone that Stephen gave you to his throat. He couldn’t scream out or holler as the current made it impossible for him to breathe let alone make a sound. You pulled it away as his hands wrapped around his throat and he dropped to the ground on one knee.
When his hand started to reach out for you, you pressed the tazer against his shoulder zapping him again holding the current longer then before as he fell writhing to the ground. This wasn’t just a short zap, it was a high voltage tazer not usually available to the public. You couldn’t stand the thought of having to go home to Tom and face him with bruises on your body again. It had happened enough, and you were never going to do it again.
“I know you had me attacked in prison Michael. I don’t know if your intention was to just kill me, or to mame me. But you need to know and learn something about me now.” You couched down beside him as his body was still having muscle spasms from the tazer blasts. “I’m not alone anymore. And I am not broken. I am never going to let you hurt me again.” His eye rolled towards you and you could see the malice in them, the foolish thoughts of getting you back for this already running rampant in his head. The adult thing to do would have been just to get up and leave, but so many times he had rendered you helpless and in pain and completely distraught. Reaching out you pressed the tazer to his shoulder again giving him one more hard blast holding the current causing his entire body to jump and jerk and shake. Then you stood and walked away. It would be sometime before he was able to get to his feet, and thanks to his careful planning, no one would ever know it was you who assaulted him.
You went back to your car and got inside pulling the seatbelt around you. You took a breath realizing you hadn’t been breathing for a while. You let out your breath and suddenly felt weak and shaky all over. Then a smile swept your face and you turn the key, pulling out of the parking space and heading home.
"You've been dancing around for the last three days, darling. Not that I'm complaining, but do you know something I don't know?" Tom confronted you in the kitchen one evening. You smiled up at him from your spot in front of the stove.
"What are you talking about?" you bantered. Tom slid around you and cupped your belly.
"I mean this. Do you know something about this I don't?" He turned his head to look at you.
You sighed and shook your head. "No. No, I would tell you everything about that, you know I would."
Tom nodded and slid his arms further around you, holding you close. "I know you would. I just...wanted to make sure." You rested your arms on top of his, lacing your fingers.
"I do have something to tell you, though," you confessed as you turned around. The satisfied smile you showed him made Tom both happy and nervous at the same time. You bit your lip before telling him the whole story. The phone call, meeting Michael at the cafe. Tom grabbed your hand when you told him about how you swore Michael wanted to break it, turning it over gingerly, looking for bruises. You told him how his own little plan worked so against him when he led you down that alley. And Tom's eyes doubled in size when you told him how you tazed the fight right out of Michael. By the time you finished, you had that Natalie Dormer grin on your face, like you were so satisfied with yourself, you could jump right out of your skin.
Tom was shocked. "Darling, do you know how dangerous that was? How much of a terrible idea that was? You could have gotten seriously hurt, he could have taken you somewhere and I would have had to put every officer in Scotland Yard out there to find you!" he said, horrified the whole thing took place.
You just kept your expression still. "But nothing did happen. And now, he can't even say he was there, let alone that I was and that I did anything. Even if he does come forward with it all. His own plan backfired on him, and there's no way he'll actually admit that I got the better of him."
Tom couldn't help but be upset. He also couldn't help but smile. He pulled you close and ran a hand through your hair. "My darling, you are absolutely too much sometimes. You could have been really hurt. Again."
You softened a bit and reached up to cup his face. "I know," you told him. "I know. But I couldn't let him hurt me again. I wouldn't. I'm so much stronger than that now, you know that. You should know that, you helped me realize it."
Tom looked deep into your eyes, and smirked. "I feel like I should be angry with you, having done something so unbelievably foolish..."
"But..?" you prompted him.
"But. I have to admit the idea of my woman, my darling love, standing up to a monster like that...it's incredibly...exciting," he said slowly, and pushed his pelvis into you. You gasped when you felt his growing length grind against you. You were already riding high to start with, and now so was Tom.
Tom pushed you against the counter as he leaned down and devoured your lips. You returned every bit of his passion as you ran your hands over his hard chest, rolling your hips to tease him. “My god, woman, you will be the death of me, you and those hips,” he breathed out against your neck. You moaned as he pushed your skirt up your thighs and brushed his fingertips against your heated sex. The wetness pooling there was enough to drive you crazy.
You reached down between you and palmed his erection, drawing a gasp from him. While pulling the leather belt from the loops and pushing the zipper down on his pants, Tom pushed your panties down off your hips. You threw your head back as he slid two fingers over your lips, teasing you. Returning the favor, you wrapped you fingers around his length, now at full attention. Tom grasped your hips and you raised one knee, wrapping your leg around him as best you could while keeping your balance. He couldn’t take much more, and you heard the fabric rip as he tore it off your body.
“Baby, I really liked those,” you said with a small frown.
“I’ll buy you a thousand new pair of them to make up for it,” Tom replied out of breath. He dropped to his knees and threw your leg over his shoulder. He grasped the back of your hips and pulled your sex down onto his face, laving at you. You almost lost control of your remaining leg, scrabbling for something to grab onto to keep from hitting the floor. Tom pursed his lips around your clit and sucked gently. It was almost too much, and you couldn’t last like this. You fisted your hands into his hair and desperately urged him on.
“Tom, I’m so close, I’m almos-“ You whined as he withdrew from you, standing back up. Tom aligned himself at your entrance and growled, “I need to feel you around me when I make you cum, my dear.”
With one swift motion, he thrust into you completely. Feeling him stretch and fill every bit of you. You could do nothing else but throw your head back and keen loud enough for surely every one of his neighbors to hear you as he positioned his hips against you. You gripped his shoulders and moved in time with him. You felt his cock twitch inside you. You reached down between you and gently stroked his balls. Tom let out a whine and moved faster, then reached down to thumb your clit. Faster and faster, you stroked each other until you felt him tighten in your palm. He pinched your clit, and it pushed you over the edge. You screamed again as your pussy clenched around him and threw yourself forward onto him. Tom bucked once, twice more, before you felt him spend deep inside you.
Coming down and catching your breath, you both wrapped around each other and kissed each other deeply. Tom ran his hands through your hair and held the back of your head. You tucked your arms under his and your hands came to rest on his shoulder blades.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. You smiled and replied, “I love you too."
“Why?” You ask simply after having been quiet for several moments.
“It’s just standard procedure with such cases.” Ms. Cooper explains. “Because you’ve needed treatment in the past, or at least because your medical records show that you’ve needed treatment, the court mandates that you be given psychological testing.”
“For depression. I was depressed being in a miserable marriage mostly because of the miscarriages.” You explain. “I’m not depressed anymore. . . . at least not clinically depressed. I don’t need medication except for emergencies but it’s been well over a year since I needed to take them. I’m fine.”
“Darling.” Tom reaches over taking your hand in his, “There’s nothing to worry about. Having a doctor that has nothing to do with Michael and no connections to him whatsoever will be completely non-bias. This is your chance to set the record straight about the real you. Not the person he went out of his way to convincing everyone you were.”
You took a breath and sighed knowing Tom was probably right. Maybe it was time to show that you weren’t some metal case, alcoholic, drug addict, self harming, nut job that needed to be locked up and the key thrown away. “Alright.” You concede.
Ms. Cooper smiles, “Thank you. I know it’s difficult for you, but this will definitely help things go in our favor.” She reaches out with a card in her hand and Tom takes it. “This is your appointment. It’s been made for Friday evening.”
“Excellent.” Tom said looking at it, “We’re only shooting until noon and I’ll be able to take you.” He smiled wrapping his hand around yours again.
“Now, this other matter.” She begins hesitating a moment as though she didn’t want to bring it up. “I understand that it’s your own private business but I think we should discuss it should it become a problem.”
You furrow your brow, “What business?”
Ms. Cooper seemed quite uncomfortable about the subject, “It seems that you and Tom are in the process of starting a family?” You close your eyes and sigh covering your eyes with your hand.
“That isn’t for public knowledge, Ms. Cooper.” Tom said instantly. “That’s private. We want it kept between the two of us. No one else.”
“I understand that, and I respect it. Right now all it is, is an unfounded rumor floating around in certain circles. Mostly because we’ve kept it unknown that you two are living together. I just want to warn you that what’s currently a whisper may get louder over the coming months. When we have to give your address to the court, it’s possible that things may go from unfounded rumor to proven fact.” She said.
“I have a P.O. Box. One that I use specifically for the purpose of keeping people from knowing where I live.” You answer.
“The court requires your physical address I’m afraid. Of course court documents in open cases are meant to be confidential, but sometimes things will get out.” You look at Tom before looking back at Ms. Cooper.
“Then . . . until the court case is over . . . .” You didn’t want to even say it but it seemed like the best course of action was quite obvious.
“No.” Tom said seeing it plainly on your face. “No way.”
“Tom. It would just be for a while. Until this is settled.” You replied.
“That could take months!” He exclaims. “You just moved in! I don’t want you moving out. Not for any reason.” He counters.
“Actually,” Ms. Cooper began, “If the two of you want to keep your private lives private, I have to agree that her moving into her own place for a bit might be a good idea.” Tom gives the lawyer a look. If she wasn’t going to be on his side, she didn’t need to be in the conversation at all. “It’s not as though you couldn’t see each other, but she should have her own place.”
Your head drops back as you close your eyes wishing there was another way. “It’ll just be for a little while Tom, not forever. And it’ll just be like before. You come to my place sometimes, and I go to yours other times.”
“But it’s not safe . . . .” He turns to Ms. Cooper, “It’s not safe for her to be living on her own. I thought that was established quite well when she was attacked in her own flat by her sadistic ex husband.” He reminded everyone.
“I’ll find a good place for her to stay. We’ll rent an apartment where there is security inside and out.” Ms. Cooper promises. “I understand your concerns and I will be certain that all are addressed.”
Tom sighs in frustration shaking his head not liking anything about this. “Alright.” He says clearly unhappy and wasn’t on board with this at all.
“Good. I’ll see to everything and give you a call.” She stands and you and Tom stand as well as she shakes each of your hands. “Don’t worry, we’ll get all this taken care of and you can close the book on that chapter of your life.”
As you and Tom get into the elevator heading down to the parking garage, he smacks the button and crosses his arms over his chest. You wrap your arm around his, “Tom, I’ll be fine. It’s just for a little while.”
“I don’t like it.” He said seriously.
“I know. I don’t like it either, but if this gets rid of Michael for good . . . it’s worth it, isn’t it?” You say softly resting your head to his shoulder.
Tom sighed and covered your hand with his before reluctantly nodding. Anything to get that mad man out of your lives forever. “What about our other venture?” He questioned.
Your eyes turn down a moment, “Everything’s still coming up negative.” It was incredibly disheartening and you were getting a little discouraged. “I think I need to make another appointment with Dr. Miles. Something must be wrong.”
Tom takes your hand and kisses it gently before looking at you, “Nothing’s wrong sweetheart. It’s only been a few weeks. Weeks that have been filled with stress, and violence, and all sorts of other nonsense that most couples don’t have to deal with. Things will calm down soon, and then it will happen. Alright?” You give a nod your eyes still lowered. He touches your chin raising your head and kisses you tenderly before resting his forehead to yours. “Doesn’t mean we should stop practicing.” A small smile appears on your lips. He smiles seeing he could still cheer you up. He kisses you once more as the elevator doors open as you both head out going to Tom’s Jag, getting in, and heading home.
Tom sat in the waiting room, bouncing his knee nervously. He was not feeling very patient. He knew everything would be fine regarding your appointment with Ms Cooper’s psychologist, but your own nerves rubbed off on him. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself. This was only the beginning of what he was afraid would be a long weekend. Ms Cooper had found a couple different apartments she wanted the two of you to look at to see if you liked them. Tom still hated the very idea. The notion you would be anywhere else but in his bed- well, now *your* bed, not just his anymore- was not one he would have otherwise stomached too easily. But maybe you were right. Being able to keep everything private would make everything easier.
But then again….so would something you had made it clear you were averse to. It didn't stop Tom from thinking about it, though. Marriage. If the two of you were married, there would be certain rights and privileges afforded to the both of you. You would be better protected under the law, and you would be able to stay with him without suspicion.
His fans would certainly be keen on the idea- most of them had always made it clear they wanted him to be happy. And being married was always something he had made known he wanted. If he wasn’t afraid you would run screaming in the opposite direction, he would have asked the minute you came back from Africa. He wondered if there was any way he could convince you without making him feel like he was conniving or scheming something against your wishes.
On the other side of the door, you sat in the chair opposite the psychologist. You were doing your own nervous twitching, wringing your hands together and shifting in the seat.
“Ms James, there’s nothing to worry about here. This is simply a routine procedure. I’ve done many of these in the past for Ms Cooper’s clients,” Dr. Edwards explained to you. He was absolutely English. He almost reminded you of Michael Caine- he had a soft face, and a calming way of speaking that made you understand why he went into psychology.
“I’m sorry. I just- I can’t help it.”
“Why is that?”
“I—I’ve gone through something like this before. And it didn’t end well. My ex-husband made me go through one of these evaluations before, when we were going through our divorce, and he knew the doctor. And…the doctor went on to tell the court I was a clinically depressed drug addict who wanted to commit suicide,” you explained.
“How did that make you feel?” Dr Edwards asked.
“Like hell. Yeah, I may have been depressed, but I had reason. No one wouldn’t have depressed if they were in the situation I was in. He was abusive, and I had three miscarriages while I was with him as a result. And then I didn’t even stand a chance in the aftermath, my ex had total control over everything after that. I couldn’t even defend myself.”
Dr. Edwards rested his fingertips together, looking like he was examining your words. You felt a little better being able to explain everything and you felt like this doctor really was listening and understood what you were saying. He smiled at you. “Ms James, you have no reason to worry. This is just a very basic screening. I have no connection to your former husband, I don’t even know who he is. Therefore, he has no bearing here. It’s simply you and me.”
You emerged from the office just over an hour later, and Tom leaped to attention. “There you are, darling. I was starting to gather a search party,” he said with a smile. You cocked your head to the side and rolled your eyes playfully as you walked closer to him. He leaned down for a kiss, and you savored the feel of him pressed against you. Dr Edwards cleared his throat, and Tom extended his hand towards him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Tom said sincerely.
“The pleasure is mine. I’ll have a report for Ms Cooper by Tuesday afternoon. But, and this is entirely off-record, I would say you’ve made a nice recovery, Ms James. Events like the ones you’ve experienced are not always easy to bounce back from.”
You beamed. You had finally found someone who believed you, and didn’t think you were some drug-seeking mental case with paranoid delusions. You extended your own hand and took Dr Edwards’. “Thank you. Thank you so much, you have no idea.”
The doctor nodded, and turned around to head back into his office. “Are you hungry, darling? There’s that little sushi place on the way home, would you like to stop there?” Tom asked. Thinking a moment, you nodded. Slipping out of the office and down the block to the car, you started to feel lighter. Things were finally starting to turn around. Tom slid his arm around you and kissed your temple. Despite the chill in the air, you felt so warm inside you couldn’t help but smile.
Tom came home early from shooting as an issue with the props department was delaying filming. It was an inconvenience for the production but at the same time, it gave him extra time to spend with you. He heard what sounded like playful singing as he took off his jacket and hung it up in the closet. Then he followed the singing to the bedroom and smiled at the scene as he leaned against the doorway watching you.
You were on the bed, cotton between your toes as you painted them. In your short shorts and spaghetti strap top, your hair pulled back into a pony tail, and ear buds to your ipod in your ears as you sing along to the song playing as your head bobs to the beat a bit. It was such a charming scene. You had been so much happier these past couple of days. Things were definitely starting to look up for you and it felt like the weight you’d been crushed under was finally starting to lift.
You still hadn’t been able to go back to work yet. The administration was uncomfortable with the accusations that had been filed against you which was understandable. However you didn’t do any of those things and were innocent. Ms. Cooper was confident that once it was discussed and examined you would be accepted again. But right now you weren’t worried about it. You hadn’t felt this free and confident about just living in general.
“~This used to be a fun house . . . . but now it’s full of evil clowns . . .~” You sing to ‘Fun House’ by Pink in a low tone along with the music. You wiggle your toes as you finish putting on the quick dry top coat. You screw the top on and gently touch your toes finding them still tacky but they’d be completely dry in just a full moments. “~It’s time to start the countdown . . . I’m gonna burn it down, down, down!~”
You turn to put your nail polish supplies aside seeing Tom at the door. You feel a little embarrassed not having known he was home and that he had seen you screwing around. You pull the ear buds from your ear blushing slightly. Tom just chuckles as he walks over to the bed and kneels down on the floor next to it, before leaning over resting his elbows on the mattress as he looks up at you sitting before him on the bed, your knees drawn to your chest.
“You know, you can let me know when you’re watching me so I can stop acting like a total nut case.” You say turning off your music and tossing it aside.
“I could, but I enjoy watching you when you’re just being yourself.” He says with a shimmer in his eye as gazes up at you. You can’t help but smile as you can see the love he feels for you beaming from his eyes. How is it without saying a word he made you feel like a giggling school girl all over again? It was kinda nice. You watch as Tom inspects your flawless job on painting your toe nails.
A small smile appears on his face and he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours before he bends down and gently blows across your toes. That was not only unexpected, it sent shivers down your spine as you watched him. Something about him made little things like this incredibly erotic. After a moment he reaches out wrapping his hands around your ankles and stroking them gently with his thumbs, his gaze returning to your lovely face just enjoying touching you.
You smile wrapping your arms around your legs looking down at him. “I can’t believe I’m living in this apartment.” You say softly. “I could never have afforded something like this, this large and fully furnished on my pay. It’s lovely but I definitely feel like the blue collar slob here.”
“Shhh. Don’t say such things.” He says reaching up and taking your hand as he moves from kneeling on the floor to sitting on the bed next to you. He kisses your knuckles gently before closing his fingers around yours. “Of course you belong here. Frankly you deserve better.” You arch a brow never having even imagined living this upscale much less actually living in it. “Besides, the security here is excellent. Michael won’t be able to get past the front door without proper identification. And his name and picture has been given to everyone with strict instructions that he is not allowed on the premises and to call the police immediately.”
You take a breath, “I know.” This was kinda your idea and you couldn’t bitch about it now. Tom rubs your back wishing that he could spend every day with you 24/7 right now when you were still so nervous. He didn’t want you to leave the apartment complex by yourself and insisted that you be with him, or an escort. You’d caused him enough grief and agreed to it but it was frustrating and you definitely felt caged up. Shaking your head not wanting to think about this right now you smiled, “You should see the shower set up. It’s so weird. Like a car wash for a human body. It doesn’t just have the shower head in the top it has jets all around to wash you all over, complete 360.”
“Really.” He says with a smile, “Well maybe you should show me this phenomenon.” He reaches out and wraps his hands around your waist drawing you closer. He tastes your lips before you wrap your arms around his shoulders. The kiss becomes a bit more passionate and only breaks as you both need to breathe. He grins, “Maybe we should see how it works with two bodies instead of one?” He suggests in a quiet mischievous whisper.
You smile and wrinkle his nose a little bit at how naughty this prince charming could be. To be honest you’d wondered yourself what sex would be like in that shower. You grin and at once you both grab each other’s hands and race to the bathroom stripping off clothing on the way.
Tom picked you up the next evening for a visit to Ms Cooper's offices. Having already given a sworn statement and a deposition, you hoped this visit was related to the hopefully impending trial. As you freshened the last of your makeup, just a little dab of lip gloss, you heard his familiar knock as he let himself in.
"Darling? Where are you, pigeon?" He called out playfully.
"In here!" You replied from the bedroom. Tom stepped into the room to find you waiting for him laughing.
"Pigeon? That's a new one, babe," you teased.
Tom blushed with a laugh and he walked closer to you and pulled you in. "Do you like it? I think it's rather...endearing, no?"
"It reminds me of Lady and the Tramp, the Disney movie? Doesn't he call Lady 'pigeon' a few times?" You ask as Tom bends to kiss your forehead and cheek.
"Maybe? It's been so long since I've seen that movie," he said. "Me too, that's why I can't remember exactly."
"Maybe soon, we'll have someone else to watch it with, a new little lady perhaps," Tom said softly as he kissed your lips. You smiled against him and placed your hands on his face. He pulled you closer and let out a small moan, and you couldn't help but giggle. "If you don't stop that, we'll never make it to the office in time," you whispered. "What do you say we put a pin in it? Come back after dinner?" You posed.
"I'll put a pin in you, darling," Tom said breathily.
"Oh baby, it's bigger than a pin, we both know that," you flirted back a wink.
~*~
Ms Cooper's visit was filled with mainly paperwork, but good news as well. Charges would be officially filed against Michael for assault and battery, with a special request to have him deported from the UK altogether. It was small, but he could only be charged for anything he'd done in London. And there stood a chance he'd never be legally allowed back into the country again, if Ms Cooper had anything to say about it.
You were thrilled, and as you smiled, you looked over to see Tom beaming. He was just as happy as you were.
The possible trial was the last obstacle in removing as much stress as you could from your lives, and there was plenty of evidence against Michael. You still were worried about who the prosecutor would end up being, but still- you were riding high regardless. You had defended yourself against a monster, and you had been keeping track of your cycle on your Clear Blue machine. And the next two nights were supposedly the best nights in a couple weeks.
As Tom opened your door at the car, you pulled him against you and kissed him, deep and slow and longing. You broke the kiss and leaned your foreheads together.
"So, I know you're worried about all this becoming clinical," you started, "but I've been keeping track, and the next 48 hours are supposed to be very good for...our little endeavor."
Tom looked down at you, and for a moment you were worried you had said something wrong. "I mean, I know you deserve to be with someone who is passionate, and you know I love you and that I'm that person but if we're still going to try this, even now, we should-!" You were interrupted in your nervous babbling by Tom's mouth on yours. He slid his tongue against your lower lip and wrapped his arms around you. You opened your mouth to him, and he snaked his tongue in. You could feel his growing hardness as he gripped your hips and pulled you close. Breathlessly, he pulled away from you and whispered, "What you're telling me then, is we should just order takeaway, is that it?"
"Yes," you nodded furiously as Tom opened your door. You hopped in as he practically ran to his side and started the Jag, and it growled to life. He all but peeled tires out of the spot in the direction of your apartment.
You and Tom lay wrapped in each others arms across your bed having just made love several times between the front door before you made it all the way to the bed. You both collapsed beside each other, covered in sweat, breathing hard to regain your breath. Both of you quite spent and quite satisfied. Tom grins and rolls towards you cupping your face and tasting your lips kissing you deeply. “I love you sweetheart.” He whispers against your lips, and grins “I can assure you completely that your fear of this getting to clinical is completely unfounded.”
You can’t help but laugh looking into his sparkling blue eyes as they shined with such love as he gazed at you. “I love you Tom.” You whisper resting you hand against his cheek stroking his face softly. He was so incredibly handsome. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was his smile, his personality, his enthusiasm, his positivity and his honesty. You could see in his eyes and feel in his touch just how much he loved you. The joy you felt having such a man, such a lover in your life was wonderful. Like a thick warm cozy blanket you could wrap around yourself.
“Not half so much as I love you sweetheart.” He breathed with a soft smile. He slid a little closer his hand wrapping behind your neck and pulling you into another deep kiss. It was the strangest thing, something you never considered could happen. But somehow, unprotected sex with Tom, like completely unprotected sex with him, no IUD, no birth control, no silly condoms, just you and him loving and adoring each other as you tried to make a baby. It was the most indescribably hot and fun thing you’d ever done in your entire life. You were going to be a mom, Tom was going to make you the mother of his children, because he loved you and wanted to be with you, and to give you the one thing in your entire life that your heart wanted more than anything else in the world.
Who else in all of existence would have stayed with you, helped you, kept you protected once you were given the title of a pediatric ‘Angel of Death’? Done everything he could to keep it quiet and used his own lawyer, which were the best in London to not only put a stop to the charges, but make certain that gag orders had been issued in every direction to keep this from getting out. Something that went well enough that when you did go back to work you could fain it was all a misunderstanding about some outstanding parking ticks on your rocker that were soon cleared up to quell the rumors and suspicions about her being a murderer. She knew people were going to be uncomfortable for a while, but soon they’d realize it was just the same old you. When you did your rounds you always had 1-2 escorts with you at each bedside. That was expected too. Most likely to make everyone feel better about you actually didn’t mind having the interns with you and showed them how to do everything step by step the correct way. You weren’t blind, or a fool. You knew this was penance and most of the staff were still wary about you.
Tonight, was one of the things that almost no one liked to do, she was assigned to work the emergency department. It was always nonstop hell and you usually got a good number of patients that didn’t understand you were there to help them and fought against you. Especially the ones that were very sick or were on something.
“Thanks for staying.” He head nurse said as she walked with you. “We’re desperately short handed tonight.”
“Sure.” You respond.
“It must be a full moon tonight. Helen got cut by a paranoid ‘schiz’ with a razor blade. And there’s a biter in four.” She explained.
“Terrific.” You say with a sigh.
“And there’s a recovering O.D. in three seeing snow lights. If you’ll see to their histories?” She asked handing her the medical files.
“No problem.” You answer taking the folders.
“Thank you. And hey.” You look at her again, “I know you would never do those things they accused you of in a million years if your life depended on it. I’m glad your back.”
You smile a little with the small but much needed vote of confidence. “Thank you.” The nurse smiled at her once more giving a slight nod before continuing on her way. The OD sounded the simplest enough so it looked like the drugged one was first up for you today. Well it was after 2am but it was time to get to work.
When you got home the following night you practically collapse on the bed and pull a pillow under your head completely exhausted. With a yawn you curl up in a ball and don’t even bother to take your shoes off as you fall sleep within moments. You forgot what kind of portal to hell it was working in the ER.
The dream came to you again. The one where you stood watching Tom asleep on the couch with your baby on his chest. You watched the tiny little bundle gently rise and fall with his breathing. It was wrapped in pink and soft yellow this time. The bundle made a small noise- not really a cry, just a little gurgle. Tom tightened his hands over it, carefully cupping it's head and sitting up from the arm of the couch. He had no idea he was being watched as he gently rocked side to side to keep the little one at peace. "It's all right, precious, Daddy's here. I've got you." Tom looked up and saw you in the doorway. He smiled at you, and you smiled back.
~*~
Tom knocked softly on the door of your apartment. He was cautious not to frighten you. After unlocking the door and slipping through it, he called out for you, keeping his voice low.
"Darling? Sweetheart, where are you?" He crooned as he strode through the living room room to your bedroom. Your shift the day before had knocked you in your ass so hard, you slept most of the following day. Tom paused in the doorway when he saw you passed out on the bed. He couldn't help but smile at the scene.
"You are just too much," he whispered to your sleeping form as he crossed the room. He leaned over to pluck your shoes off one at a time. Then he went to your dresser in search of your favorite yoga pants. You didn't have much at your place- both of you hoped your stay would be shorter than longer, and you really didn't want to pack up just to unpack again.
Tom found them, and tossed them onto the bed. He turned back around, and shifted you so you were laying flat. He gently untied the string in your scrub pants and slipped them as gingerly as possible off your hips and down your legs. After throwing them into the bathroom and making a mental note to put them in the laundry later, he gathered the new pants into his hands and did his best to slide them up your legs.
He got to your knees before you mumbled, "Baby, if you wanted to get into my pants all you had to do was ask." Your joke landed perfectly, and you felt Tom drop his lower body over your legs.
"Darling, I promise, I was only trying to help!" he pleaded. You could only laugh at him as you turned your head and pried your eyes open, to see Tom turning several shades of red. "Love, I promise, I wasn't trying to do anything funny, I just-" You interrupted him with your hand.
"I know, sweetie. It was just kinda funny, I couldn't help myself. But you should finish, though, it's cold in here," you said with a smile.
Tom finished sliding the soft fabric up and over your hips, stopping to hold them for a moment. He furrowed his brow and you noticed. "What is it?" you asked.
He didn't want to say anything. But they felt...different. Softer, or something. Like they felt different in his hands. Maybe it was just his imagination. He shook his head. "Nothing, love."
You brushed it off, still having sleep in your eyes, and looked down. "Wow...you did a good job, babe."
"Yeah? These are you favorite ones, right?" he confirmed.
"Yup. And you got them on right," you complimented. "I guess we know which one of us is going to dress squirmy little ones best, huh?" you said with a laugh. A smile spread across Tom's face as he "Ehehehe"d, and traced little patterns across your stomach.
He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you...do you know anything yet? Is there anything...do you feel any different, I mean? Do you think...?" He didn't quite know how to ask. He wanted to ask if you ‘felt pregnant’...but he was worried about whether or not that was even something you felt. You covered his hand with your small one.
"No. Not yet. But, it's only been a week. Sometimes it takes a little bit, the guide said, to even feel anything." you said. And you didn't feel quite like you did with your other pregnancies. But something felt a little different, you just couldn't put your finger on it.
Tom's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Well...I'm sure we'll know something soon," he said hopefully. He stroked your stomach under your scrub top with his thumb. The waiting was the worst part for him. He felt so helpless, like there was nothing he could do but sit there and wait for a result while you did all the work. He hated the feeling. He'd always been able to do something about the course of his life, and this was the first time where all he could do was wait.
Truth be told, you were still feeling anxious. Dr Miles had told you everything was normal, and you'd been taking your vitamins and everything, and nothing had happened yet. It was so frustrating. You tried very hard though, to not think like that. These things did take time, and you'd only been trying for just about two months. Patience was not your best virtue, that was certain.
It seemed as though you were both getting a bit discouraged and as such a bit more determined in your efforts. It wasn’t as though you weren’t already hopelessly attracted to each other and completely in love as well as completely in lust, but one afternoon you both realized at the same time you were getting a little bit reckless. You’d followed him to work and met him in his trailer having a complete and outright throw down on the floor moments before he was due in make-up.
You looked over at the trailer door your eyes going wide, “We forgot to lock the door.” You blushed. Tom looked up realizing the same thing knowing that the wild fires would fly if someone walked in and found him in the desperate almost uncontrolled throws of passion with you. He sighed and shook his head kissing you a few times before embracing you in his arms. He stood taking your hand and helping you to your feet as you both straightened your clothes and zipped and buttoned everything back up. “I’m sorry.” You say a bit embarrassed having stalked him like some kind of lovesick fan girl sneaking on set and into his trailer nearly attacking him.
Tom chuckles and touches your chin, “Absolutely nothing to be sorry about love. Trust me.” He says kissing your nose then your lips hugging you tight. He checked his watch, “I do have to go to work now though. Do you want to say here on set with me today?” He questions.
You shook your head a bit still overwhelmed with embarrassment at your actions. “No, I need to get some things done today. I haven’t had a day off in a couple of weeks and I’ve slacked off on a few things.” You say softly your eyes still turned down.
“Alright.” He says kissing you again before wrapping his arms around you lacing his fingers at the small of your back. “Hey,” He says resting his forehead against yours, “It’s alright love. I have to say that finding a beautiful woman in my trailer and having the pleasure of making love to her is much better then coffee to start the day.” You couldn’t stop the small smile appearing on your lips and he grinned before kissing you again. “Everything fine darling, we’ll talk when I get home tonight. Alright?” He says kissing you once again.
You nod a little and he hugs you with one of those full body hugs letting you know just how much he cares for you before kissing your forehead, “I love you sweetheart.” He said gently.
“I love you more.” He smiles and kisses your forehead then your hands hurrying out of the trailer so he wouldn’t be late for make-up. Your smile faded and you covered your face with your hand. When in the hell did you get to be such a nymphomaniac?
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You sat in Dr. Miles office leaning your head against the counter and flicking a pencil back and forth with your fingers. You’d gone straight there after leaving the set having ravaged Tom within an inch of his life. Granted he’d given as good as he got but still. It was a bit . . . ridiculous.
The door opened and Dr. Miles slipped inside carrying your chart and closed the door. Instantly you stood from the chair and walked closer to him “Well? What did the tests say? Did they say anything? Am I pregnant yet?” You say anxiously.
Dr. Miles held up his hand motioning for you to sit down and take a breath. You realized you were being a little pushy and took a deep breath as he instructed and retook your seat. You felt like you were going to jump out of your skin. “It’s alright, as I’ve told you, you are looking very good. Everything is healthy, you have to keep calm.” He reminds you as you’d been agitated every time you called him in the past few weeks. “I know you’re excited and anxious but you have to keep calm.”
“I know, Doctor. I know, and I’m very sorry I just . . . I just want everything to be good and . . . I just want to know it can happen, and that it will happen and I . . . “ You begin to rattle on tears forming in your eyes.
“Okay, you’re a little manic right now, which is perfectly understandable.” He reached in his pocket taking out a bottle of meds. “This might help with that a bit. You need to take these three times a day every day.” You recognized that bottle, you were a nurse in a pediatric ward, and you’d seen it countless times.
“Three times a day.” You repeat your eyes never moving from the bottle.
“Yes. Every day until the baby comes.” He says causing your eyes to go wide.
“Baby?” It felt like your mind completely shut down, you were completely dumbstruck and a little in shock.
He smiles a bit, “Yes. We did three different pregnancy tests on you today and all confirmed it. You are pregnant.” You just stared at him a moment as the world seemed to slow down and then stop. After a moment it began to move and speed up as you could finally take a breath again.
“I’m pregnant?” You whisper as a smile sweeps your face, “but the tests. The home
‘clear blue easy’ stuff came up negative though. I’ve been testing frequently.”
“Home pregnancy tests can be faulty and sometimes they don’t work with some women’s chemistry. It’s possible because of the hormone balance that you had that we treated was interfering with its readings. However we did several tests, and of course blood tests do not lie.” He says with a smile. Suddenly a huge wave of joy started to fill you, you could hardly believe it. You were pregnant; you were going to have a baby! You held up your hands to take the bottle of vitamins from him but instead of placing them in your hand it pulls them back hesitantly.
Your bright smile fades a little as you look up at him. “What is it? Aren’t those the right vitamins for me?”
There’s a long uncomfortable pause as he reaches over picking up your file. Which you had noticed was thicker the last two times you came in not knowing why. “I need to discuss something with you, which I meant to discuss with you before. But you are two weeks pregnant, and . . . it just can’t be put off any longer.”
Your joy dimmed somewhat as you looked up at him resting your hands in your lap. “What’s wrong? Is it the hormone deficiency? I thought it was corrected? I’ve kept taking the medication for it religiously.”
“No, your hormones are perfect. Above normal now actually which might be contributing to your increased libido recently, as well as the pregnancy itself. Despite popular myth, pregnant women are more sexually active during their pregnancy.” You just stared at him your hands starting to shake feeling like a boom was about to be lowered on her happy moment.
“Then what?” You ask feeling your heart flutter in fear.
The doctor hesitated for another moment, “Do you think that bringing a child into the world is the responsible thing for you to do? Given your circumstances and special needs?” He questioned.
You just stare at him not certain he had just said what he said. “Excuse me?” You say in disbelief.
The doctor opens your chart and flipping a few pages, “I received some of your medical records from when you were younger. The mental problems, the depression, the violent outbursts. There is scattered information about heavy alcohol and drug use. It shows that you were actually committed for over a month in a mental institution under frequent suicide watch.” You just stared at him at disbelief.
Your heart sank and you felt sick and horrified as you stood up and reached out snatching the files away starring at the records, “What is this? Where did you get these things? Who sent them to you?” She asked quickly.”
“I don’t know. They were in your chart the last time I reviewed them. The nurses said they were delivered from your previous doctors.
“But how would they know to send them here? I didn’t notify them, I didn’t request them because they were all made up bullshit. It’s not true. It isn’t true!” You exclaimed. “Me and all my records are supposed to be under a dummy name, how did they know I was here? Who told them?”
He held up his hands trying to calm you down before gently taking the folder from your hand setting it aside. He sat you back down before sitting in the chair next to you. “What I have to pull to your attention is that you have a very long history of mental and medical issues. Issues that you could be passing to your child. A child, who once it’s born, may have to go through everything you went through. Everything your life may be the future that your child has. Do you really want that for them? To have to endure all of that pain, and confusion and misery?” He questioned.
There was a lump in your throat never having through about all that before. “No.” You say in a definite tone. “Because it won’t be like that. I won’t let it be like that. I have never taken a single drug that has residual side effects. Drugs that stay in the body and pass to children. I have never taken a second one. When they are born they’ll have something I never had. Two loving parents, who already adore them completely and want to give them the world. They won’t be alone, and they’ll be taken care of. Given everything they need.”
“As long as that lasts.” The doctor added. You furrowed your brow starring at him. “Miss James. He’s an actor, surrounded by beautiful women all day every day, He’s young, healthy, handsome. It would be foolish of you to think that he doesn’t allow himself to indulge at times when he is months away from you. Is that what you want for you? For your daughter?”
You stood, “How dare you. How DARE you say such things to me! You don’t know us, you obviously don’t know a thing about us! The hell we’ve gone through to get to this point! Every precaution in the world, following every direction down to the last letter. We want this baby; we are having this baby, together.” You snap before turning and grabbing the file from the counter, “This? Is nothing but a pack of lies put together by my ex-husband. Trying to make me out to be something I am not!” You turn and slam it down into the garbage bin.
Reaching out you snatch the vitamins off the table, “Miss James.” He said causing you to look at him “There’s a small window of opportunity here. To think about it, to think about everything, to think about the small being inside of you, and what would be best for them. It’s a hard situation . . . .but you are an intelligent young woman. I’ve no doubt that when you have time to think, you will make the right decision.” You clinched your jaw and shoved the vitamins in your purse before storming out of the office.
How could someone be such an incredible asshole? To give you the news you had been going crazy waiting to receive, he had to throw a dark over shadowing with advising you weren’t fit to be a mother, bringing your baby into the world would be a bad idea. You had fought for this baby for what seemed like an eternity. You were never going to let them go, never.
You left the clinic and went to the store. You had a special dinner to make and not too much time to get everything ready before he came home. You had such wondrous excellent news. You needed to be dressed your best, the food need to be perfect, the candles lit, the wine (wine that was now nonalcoholic for you) The excitement of the tasks before you was helping ease the burden of the blatant suggestion that you weren’t fit to be a mother and should eliminate it before it became into being. It was unbelievable. Dr. Miles had been so supportive and helpful before now. What happened? What was in those files for him to do a complete 180% on you like that? You shook it off and focused on what was most important. Tom. Tom the man who made you believe again, who loved you, and wanted a family with you. You owed him everything. You were going to make this a very special night.
You had just finished setting the table when you heard the door open. “Darling, where are you?" Tom called out.
"I'm in here!" you called from the dining room. He found you as he rounded the corner, a happy smile plastered on his face. "There you are. I missed you today, I wish you had stayed," Tom confessed as he stepped toward you, pulling you in close for a kiss.
"I missed you too."
"Did you get all your errands done, at least?"
"Well...I got everything important done," you said with a smile. Tom smiled back and said, "Oh really? Well, as long as the important stuff is done."
He looked down at you with such love in his eyes, and you knew every vile word Dr Miles had said was false. Tom would never be able to commit the acts the doctor believed him to be capable of. A sense of such joy washed over you. And the sense you might need to look for another doctor tomorrow morning.
"What is it, love? You look like you've got something on your mind."
"I do...but let's eat first, dinner's going to burn if I leave it in there much longer!"
As you broke apart with one last kiss, you slid from around Tom and bent to open the oven door. He watched you...and he was sure there was something different about you this last week. He still couldn't figure it out though, and it was really starting to bug him. And besides it all, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He always thought you were gorgeous, the way your hips would sway just so, how your hands flew over your tasks when he watched you work, or the way you would do a little dance when you were happy. You'd done that a lot lately. But something has changed, he could feel it.
You picked up the hot dish and came towards him still watching you from the dining room. "I made one of your favorites, I hope it came out all right," you told him, placing the small pan of vegetable lasagna on a trivet. You looked back up to see Tom staring at you.
"What?"
"Darling, you look like the cat who ate the canary, only more pleased. What's going on?" Tom asked with a smile. You bite your lip. "Sit down."
He pulled one of the chairs out for you, then walked around and sat on the opposite corner. You took his hands and laced them with yours. After a few seconds, you opened your mouth- it was still a little unbelievable, and you were still a little in shock. But it finally rolled off your tongue.
"I'm pregnant."
The world stopped for the second time that day. Tom's eyes doubled in size, and his jaw went slack. He eeked out, "You- you're-you, you are...are you really?" He could hardly believe his ears. Or his eyes, when you started nodding. The very thing the two of you had been fighting and scratching for had finally happened. Tom didn't know what to say- because he was so excited he couldn't even react at first. Frozen, with probably the dumbest smile he'd ever worn, he started to laugh.
When he laughed, you were finally able to breathe. No reaction was not a good reaction you thought, but you realized he was in just as much shock as you were a few hours ago.
"Oh my god...oh my god. You're really pregnant, aren't you?!" Tom shouted with delight. You nodded and grinned. "Dr. Miles says two weeks," you told him, instinctively curling your hand over your stomach. He squeezed your other hand and pulled you to standing quickly, and wrapped his arms around you entirely. You returned his hug as he started to rock you gently back and forth, and you heard him sniffle.
"Baby, don't cry! You're gonna make me cry, and I won't be able to stop!" you tried to convince him.
But it didn't stop him. "I can't help it, darling, this is fantastic!" Tom said as he pulled back from you. Without warning, he dropped to his knees and lifted your shirt gently. You giggled as he kissed you bare stomach and crooned softly to the new little life, "Hello little baby, this is your daddy..I can't wait to meet you, and your mum too, and we are so excited you're finally here! But just stay in there for a while longer, and let mum finish taking care of you, all right?"
You ran your hands through his hair during his speech. When he was done, he kissed and nuzzled your belly, tickling you gently.
"We did it, darling. I told you it would happen."
"Well, we're not entirely out of the woods yet. We still have a way to go before we can really say that," you said with a cautious optimism.
"Yes. But it's going to be fine, I know it." Tom rose to his feet and continued. "I can feel it. I promise you, it'll be far different this time around than it ever has been for you." His words always had a way to touch you, and you smiled up at him. He bent his head to kiss you deeply, and you returned it. After breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours, and you reached up to cup his face.
"I love you."
"Not nearly as much as I love you, my darling."
Tom watched as you flipped through the phone book having gone online looking for every single OBGYN in the area. “Darling, are you sure you want to change doctors now of all times? Now that we’re pregnant? It seems like Dr. Miles would know you best after having helped us along and get to this point.” He suggested.
“Any doctor that thinks it’s acceptable to take the happiest moment of my life and try to stomp all over it and make it a bad thing, doesn’t count as a good doctor in my opinion.” You sigh softly, “I’m not imagining it Tom, he sat there and told me that I wouldn’t make a good mother. That I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t have a baby. That what was best for me would be to just have an abortion.” You shake your head flipping through the pages again, “There’s something wrong there. I don’t know what it is. You’re right, he’s helped us and been so incredibly supportive but for some reason that’s all changed. “ You shake your head, “Tom, I’ve been through too much in my life to not recognize the signs when something is wrong.”
He stood and walked over sitting down next to you and could clearly see you were upset. You were scared and you were angry and you were panicking. He took your hand in his reaching up and stroking your head gently with his other hand. “Alright.” He said letting you know that he was supporting your decision. If for some reason Dr. Miles had changed his opinion about helping you, or if, God forbid, Michael had gotten to him somehow, you wanted nothing to do with him. “Let me call my sister. And Benedicts fiancé, Sophie. See about the OBGYN that they have seen. I’ve no doubt they used the best and they can be trusted.”
You sigh softly and give a nod, feeling very anxious inside. He kisses your cheek once more before releasing your hand and sliding his hand under your shirt resting it over your abdomen. You couldn’t help but smile when he did that and covered his hands with both of yours. “It’s going to be a while before you can feel anything honey.” You say reaching up and stroking his chin with your fingertips.
“I know, but . . . I’m just excited. And I want to be there, I want to feel the first time they kick, they move, I just want to be involved, that’s all. It’s so unfair that you have to do all the work alone.”
“Alone?” You say arching a brow. “Tom, how on earth did I get pregnant in the first place if you weren’t involved?” He ‘ehehehe’s’ and smiles a bit brighter wrapping his arms around you and kissing you softly.
“Well, I was involved with the fun part, but you’re the one who’s caring for it and protecting it while he grows inside of you.” He gently strokes your cheek before his fingertips move down the nape of your neck adoring the soft feel of your skin. He loved touching you, he’d known there was something different about you before, but now knowing that what was different was that you were carrying a small life inside of you, you were carrying his baby, was wondrous, and exciting, and he wanted you more than ever. To love you, all of you, every inch of your body, to curl you up in his arms and protect you from all the world. He started to lean in for a kiss but you reached into his pocket taking out his cell phone handing it to him. Desperately wanting him to make his phone calls. You didn’t want to be without the proper doctor looking after you for too long. You wanted your baby safe and healthy. Tom looks at it before smiling softly and giving a nod understanding how you felt.
“I’m going to go take my medications and run through the shower. It’s getting late. We should be in bed.” You say kissing his nose, then kissing his lips. “I need to make sure to get the minimum amount of sleep of 8 hours for the baby’s sake.” You explain. Tom smiles pleased to see how determined you were to keep his baby healthy.
“I’ll be up in a few minutes.” He said squeezing your hand. You giggle a little before turning and heading to the bedroom. Tom’s smile faded somewhat not having wanted to show you how infuriated he was with this turn of events with Dr. Miles. He’d met him several times and he seemed very professional, the top of his field, but how dare he say such a vile thing, to even imagine of thinking of suggesting abortion to a woman who was so anxious, so desperately wanted a child of her own. It was unacceptable. He had a few phone calls to make on that front but first thing was first and he dialed Benedict Cumberbatch to find out who Sophie Hunter was seeing. It had been some time since his older sister had given birth to his nephew, but perhaps she had the name of a good obstetrician they could try as well.
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