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Written By: Kaiti Courts, Marian K. Welty (TheBlackadder)
The Scenario: Tom Hiddleston/Real Time/London
(Part 2 in the series “Radioactive Hearts”)
You've just returned to London after a year in central Africa doing work with Doctors Without Borders, and found Tom waiting for you. You left in the first place for many reasons, but now you're all done running, and Tom wants to be the one to catch you.
Devouring your lips, Tom stumbles slightly causing the two of you to fall onto the bed still wrapped in each other’s arms. The kiss pauses a moment as he looks down into your eyes to make sure he didn’t hurt you. However your hands slid into his hair and you pulled him back into a longing kiss arching your back pressing your breasts against his chest.
At once, your hands go from groping each other to desperately clawing at the clothing that kept you from each other. You unbutton his jacket and push it over his shoulders, before your lips come together again almost as if they’re magnetic and couldn’t be apart.
Your hands reached down between you pulling off his belt and undoing his button and zipper sliding your hand down into his boxers wrapping your hand around his already semi hard member as you begin stroking him anxiously. Tom gasps moaning against your lips at the sensation as his hand fumbles with the buttons of your blouse which were being incredibly difficult and wouldn’t come loose.
In a fit of frustration he takes your blouse and rips it open, they popped off and fell to the floor exposing your soft pink flesh and your lace purple bra. He looks down admiring your beautiful cleavage, even more lovely then he remembers. He kisses you once more before dipping his head down and kissing the soft warm orbs of flesh that heaved against the lace bra with each labored breath. Hardly able to breathe your hands slid into his red hair having missed the feel of him, all of him against you.
He’d been working out relentlessly for his newest project and his body was firm, muscular, and very strong. His kisses continued down your body, over your belly and to your abdomen. He paused long enough to unzip your jeans as he instantly pulled your undies and pants off with one swift move throwing them to the ground as he quickly removed his shirt and undershirt. He lay over you once more wrapping his arms around you consuming your mouth eagerly, as your hands rest on his shoulders and your thigh wraps around his hip pulling him against you clinging desperately to his form.
Tom’s hands cup your face, your bodies rubbing anxiously against one another hardly able to contain your excitement. “I’ve missed you.” He says breathlessly against your lips, “God, how I’ve missed you.” His solid hard member rubs against your sex finding you already extremely wet and quivering in anticipation. With one easy stroke he fills you completely causing you both to freeze in place, your eyes closed, your bodies tensed at the sensation as you cling to one another. Tingles of pure pleasure and elation travel through your bodies like electric shocks. Tom withdrawals to the tip before thrusting into you completely again, then again, then again causing you to cry out in ecstasy at the sensation. You’d forgotten how large he was, and you could feel him stretch you with each stroke. Your back begins to arch and bow meeting his movement, opening your thighs laying them flat against the bed to give him better access. .
His thrusts become a bit faster and stronger with purpose and it isn’t long before the two of you feel the orgasm rising deep within the core of your body. Movement a bit harder and faster in time with one another you suffer an Earth shattering climax together, screaming out your pleasures as your bodies writhe uncontrollably, nearly convulsing against each other in the aftershocks. As it subsides, your both overcome with a feeling of bliss and peace that floods your bodies. Clinging to each other as he rests his forehead against yours holding you tight in his arms as you both gasp for air. After a few moments you grin against one another’s faces, nuzzling slightly before you begin to kiss again.
There was so much time to make up for, so many things to say to each other, and you were just getting started.
You woke the next morning, confused before you even opened your eyes. This was not your hard cot you were used to. Then you realized the pair of strong arms wrapped around you. It took a moment to remember where you were again. And you smiled. You felt Tom's muscular chest pressed against your back, his breath light against the back of your neck. You made a move to slide out of bed quietly to brush your teeth and make coffee, but were suddenly stopped. Tom tightened his arms around you and moaned out, "No. Don't leave." You breathed a short laugh and whispered back, "I'm just going to make coffee, I promise."
He squeezed you tightly again before letting you go, and you slid from between the covers to put a shirt on. Your legs ached, and you were sore all over from last night. You loved him, but Tom could really put you through the physical wringer during sex. And last night was no exception. You winced at the tenderness you felt at sliding on a fresh pair of undies, and Tom snapped his head up. "Are you all right? What's the matter?" "I'm fine, sweetheart. Just...a little sore, that's all," you admit. Tom grinned with the least bit of pride possible. You narrowed your eyes and smiled yourself before bending over and throwing his own shirt at him, and calling to him, "Cheeky."
You slid out of the bedroom and into the warm kitchen, remembering where you tucked everything away before you left. To your surprise, there was a new bag of your favorite coffee waiting to be used. You turned around with it as you heard Tom pad through the living room and hold it up. "Is this your doing?" you ask him. "Of course. I wanted you to have all your favorite things when you got back. I knew you'd start there," he admits. You're in disbelief. What else had he done while you were away? As he walks closer to you, you see the coffee down and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull him close for a deep kiss, and he returns it. Every doubt you'd had about him wavering over the last year is gone from you. Every one. As the kiss breaks gently, you say to him, "You absolutely egregious man, you."
“Yes, completely incorrigible, I know.” He says with a grin and a wink. You kiss his nose before turning around and starting to fix the coffee in the coffee pot. Tom wraps his hands around your waist his body melding against the back of yours as he kisses your cheek, then your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you holding you even tighter as he nuzzles your ear breathing in the scent of your hair.
You giggle feeling him a bit firm against your backside as you reach over filling the coffee pot and putting the water in the machine. Tom moves your hair aside and kisses your shoulder, then trails kisses along the back of your neck. Switching to the other side kissing every inch he could reach. It tickles and you close the lid flipping the coffee pot on giggling a bit more. “Jeez Tom.” You say with a grin his body rubs against your almost involuntarily. “Who sprinkled you with horny dust?”
He smiles and turns you around wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you against him. “I think it’s safe to say that it as your doing darling.” Sliding his fingers into your hair he pulls you into a deep kiss leaning you back slightly in his arms nearly sweeping you off your feet completely, your hands holding tight to his shoulders so he doesn’t drop you.
Tom slides a hand down your back and around your bum and the back of your thigh, pulling it up at the back of your knee. You wrap your leg around him, and feel his growing hardness. He pulls you closer to him, moaning, and you roll your hips toward him. He breaks the kiss and bites your neck in response. You feel the intense heat pooling in between your legs, and Tom grows harder. He looses his grip under your knee and reaches underneath your thigh still wrapped around him. Your remaining knee buckles as he slides a long finger into your folds.
"Apparently I'm not the only one sprinkled with horny dust, darling," he growls in your ear. You're soaking wet. All you can do in response is moan and try to remember to breathe. It had been so long since you had felt like this, so long since you had been touched like this. It was all you had wanted for the last year.
Tom slides his finger out of you and reaches for his member, harder than ever. He teases your entrance gently and you almost scream. "Tom, don't, please..."
"Don't what, my pet? Tell me."
You struggle to find any words, but it's becoming harder and harder to string them together. You gasp for air as he continues to tease you. "Oh, do you mean this? Hmm, I rather like it....but if you insist.."
And with that, Tom slides himself into you, filling every crevice of you. You throw your head back and keen, digging your nails into his shoulders. He starts rutting against you, banging your lower back against the edge of the countertop. You start moving against him, matching his thrusts. Tom moans against your shoulder as his thrusts become more and more erratic. Your own thrusts become more desperate as you climb higher and higher to your own climax. Tom brushed his lips in the spot behind your ear, and licks it. It's all you need to come undone. You almost scream as you pulse around him, milking his cock and feeling him paint your walls with his own release.
You both start to catch your breath as you come down from the high, still holding each other. He reaches up and brushes a lock of your hair out of your eyes and pulls you to his lips. He kisses you deeply and you return it. You rest your foreheads against each other and breathe deeply. You start to smile as Tom massages the back of your neck with his hand. "I missed you so much, you have no idea, ducky," you happily confess.
Tom laughs and whispers in your ear, "Oh, I have a feeling I do know, my darling."
That afternoon, somehow you managed to get yourselves through the shower. Using each other to soap one another up and wash of course, then somehow managed to get into clothes, and decided to come out for lunch otherwise you were going to stay in your flat and possibly starve to death.
You ate in silence, your feet playing footsie back and forth underneath the table. You grin eating your pasta as Tom’s eyes remained on you and he had yet to take them off. “Do I have something on my face?” You ask finally.
He grins, “No. I just . . . you’re so much more beautiful in person then on a jittering skype screen.” You roll your eyes slightly and giggle taking a drink of your tea. “You know, it’s getting late. We should be getting back.”
“The sun is still up and we’ve been out for less than an hour. Pace yourself dear.” You stick your tongue out him playfully. “Besides, I need to go shopping. There’s not a crumb of food in my place aside from coffee. Although I’ve done it before, I’m not ready to live solely off of coffee again anytime soon.”
Tom sticks his lip out in a slight pout causing you to laugh. “Okay . . . but then we really need to be getting back.” He says giving you a look with a small mischievous smirk. “So? Tell me about your trip? Anything happen since last time we talked?”
“Nothing interesting. Just the new recruits that come in two weeks before the rotation starts so the ones being switched out can show the new ones how things are, what to do, that kind of thing. Coming home is more of a pain in the ass then it sounds like. We have to go through blood tests, screenings, complete physicals, make sure we CAN come back.” You take another bite of pasta, “And sometimes they find things that need to be fixed. I was developing an allergy to my implant so they had to remove . . . .” You stop cold mid bite your eyes going wide. “Fuck.” You drop your fork covering your face with your hand, “Oh my God, I’m such a complete fucking moron.”
Tom frowns, “What is it darling? What’s wrong?”
You look at him a moment your hand covering your mouth in complete disbelief. “My IUD. They had to remove it because I developed an allergy to the material it was made out of.” He looks at you not certain what that meant. “My birth control? The thing that kept me from getting pregnant again? THAT thing!”
“It’s alright, calm down.” He reaches out to cover your hand with his but you quickly jerk it away pulling it back into your lap.
“Oh no. No, no, no. You aren’t touching me again until I get to the doctors and find out what I need to do. Pills, patches, a different device, I don’t care. Just . . . keep your distance until then.” You say in dead seriousness.
After you eat- which wasn't even a bite after your realization at lunch- the two of you race back to your flat to find the number for your doctor. You called the office frantic, "I've got to see Dr Miles *today*, it's an emergency." The receptionist senses your urgency and you hear her clicking through her computer for an open slot. "Miss, I'm afraid Dr Miles is fully booked today, there's no way to see him today," she admits. You sling a hand through your hair. "Is there anyone? Please?" The girl clicks around on her computer another minute before saying, "Wait...we just had a cancellation. Can you be here in an hour? We might be able to fit you in if you can be here." "I'll be there, thank you so much!" You hang up the phone and look up at Tom. "I got in," you tell him.
"I'll go with you," he says, grabbing his jacket and car keys.
An hour later you sit in the exam room with a blanket draped across your lap. Your nerves had gotten the best of you- what if you were already pregnant? But that was a silly thought. As a nurse, you knew it couldn't happen that quick. Still, you couldn't seem to shake that feeling. Tom sat in the chair opposite you, elbows on his knees and definitely thinking about something. You could see the wheels turning. After a moment he spoke up quietly, "I need to ask you something." You had a feeling you knew what it was before he said anything.
"What is it?"
Tom took a breath and blurted out softly, "Would it be so awful if you did happen to get pregnant?"
You sighed. Yep, just what you thought. You still wanted more than anything to be a mother of your own children. But it wasn't the right time. You were working hard to take down the walls you had spent so much time building around you, but you still had a ways to go. You looked into his eyes, filled with so many questions, and reached for his hand. He took yours as you said to him what you knew he didn't want to hear.
"Yes. Right now, it would." His face fell as you continued. "Tom, it's not healthy right now, you know that. I would be terrified the entire time something would happen to it. I can't go through that again. And besides, we need to know more about each other first before we bring a baby into the mix. I mean, we're not even married, sweetheart." Toms' eyes brightened a bit at the mention of "married". You pretended not to notice. You finished, "Yes, I want children. And I know you do too. But I won't do anything that puts something innocent at risk." Tom nodded and squeezed your hand.
At that moment, the door opened and the doctor stepped inside. "Good afternoon, Ms. James, how are you? Welcome back!" Dr Miles greets you. You smile at him and reply, "Thanks very much, it's good to be back!" As the appointment get underway, Tom keeps hold of your hand, stroking it occasionally with his thumb. Before the doctor started the physical exam, he turned to Tom and said, "I'm sorry sir, but you'll see have to step out for this part." Tom nodded reluctantly and stood from the chair. He smiled at you and leaned over to give you a kiss. You smiled back.
"I'll be right outside the door if you need me." "Of course," you joke back.
Tom stepped outside and closed the door behind him, his head swimming with everything you had just told him. You weren't totally off the idea of a baby, but not now. You were right, the two of you *weren't* married, but there were quick ways to remedy that. He'd be in London for a while yet, filming the series that brought him to you in the first place.
He grinned widely as his brain processed everything. He felt a little fire of hope light up in him. Maybe you had had a change of heart while away. At least, he hoped.
Your exam goes on without anything spectacular. Dr Miles does all the necessary treatments and tells you about your options regarding birth control in the future. A new IUD had come on the market since you'd had yours implanted last, and posed no threat as you weren't allergic to it. After it was inserted, Dr Miles finished the exam by asking about Tom. It was standard procedure. "He's wonderful, Doctor."
"Good. I like to see my patients smile. Especially when they've been through as much as you have."
"Thank you."
"And my wife is right, you certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers!" You laugh out loud at his admission.
"Doctor! Come on now, don't be silly!" Dr Miles laughed with you and typed the last of your information in your chart. Before he left the room, he handed you a prescription for Plan B. He walked out of the room and you changed back into your clothes, opening the door to find Tom standing dutifully at the door. He smiled at you and reached his hand out for you. You copied his motions and he pulled you in for a light kiss. "What's gotten into you the last fifteen minutes? Last I saw, you looked like a sad little puppy dog."
Leaving the doctors, you went to the grocery store and probably bought more stuff then you needed managing to fill the boot of Tom’s Jag. As you headed home, you stared at the window lost deep in thought.
Since he had mentioned it and you had a major melt down before you left London a year ago, you had played with the idea much more then you would ever admit of trying to have kids of your own again. You had had daydreams about seeing Tom laying on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon, your son or daughter asleep on his chest. One hand behind his head, the other resting over the baby’s back to hold him close and keep him safe with his eyes closed dozing on and off. It always brought you a smile imagining that small scene. It was such a sweet daydream.
You had researched a little bit what it would take for you to even start to think about trying to have kids. You would need to see a specialists who would probably do every test on you known to medical science, hormone therapy, possibly fertility treatments, the list was impressive. It would be difficult, but to get to be a mom . . . to have your own little ones, it would be well worth it and more.
Tom reaches over taking your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. “It seems like you’re a million miles away. Where have you gone?” He questions still holding your hand tight. You just smile reach over with your hand patting his before covering it holding tight.
"I...nothing, sweetheart, just nothing," you tell Tom innocently. He raises an eyebrow at your answer.
"You know, of the two of us, only one is a professional actor. And while you're very good at many things, acting isn't one of them." Your mouth sets in a guilty smirk as Tom keeps his eyes on you.
"It's nothing, I promise." He remains entirely unconvinced. But he has yet to forget how hardheaded you are.
So he drops the subject with a simple, "All right, darling. Whatever you say." He leans over and kisses your temple. It wasn't that you didn't want to tell him, or wouldn't. You just didn't want to have a shred of doubt that you wanted to go through with everything it would take. You wanted to be absolutely certain he did, too. It wouldn't be easy on either of you.
The next morning, you woke to no Tom, but a note in his place.
*I'm so sorry to leave you Darling, but I had an early morning meeting with the studio heads before we started shooting. You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you. I hope you're not cross. I'll call you when we break for lunch. I love you, T.*
Part of you was a little upset you didn't get to see him off, but another part of you was thrilled. You had so much laundry to unpack and stow away, and so many things to unpack from storage. Most importantly, you had a lot of research to do. You weren't ready to look anything up in front of Tom, so this was the perfect opportunity to get that done. You popped a load of clothes into the washer, made some coffee, and settled down in front of your computer. There were so many options- surgical, non-surgical, hormone therapy, IVF, laparoscopies. Your head was swimming by mid-morning. One thing was certain, though- if you were going through this, you had to call and make another appointment with your doctor.
Your phone rang around one o'clock, and pulled you from your research. It was Tom. As you answered, you got up from your chair to check on another load of laundry. "Hello, darling. How are you?" Tom crooned in your ear.
His voice always gave you a chill. "I'm fine, how are you? How is shooting going?" you ask.
"Oh, it's fantastic. All the on-set medical consultants are very impressed with me, they don't have to show me too much."
"Oh really? Well, did you tell them you had a fantastic trainer who showed you everything you could ever want to know?" Tom laughed heartily at your little brag.
"Of course, my dear. I gave every ounce of credit to you, love." You smile. "Listen, I think you should come down to the set with me tomorrow. I think I recognize some of the people from the hospital as extras or consultants working here, you might recognize them, too," Tom suggested.
"Yeah? I might do that, then. Plus I've never seen you work in person, and I'd love to see that."
"Oo, I'm nervous already, darling." You laugh at his admission. You hear some noise in the background and a man's voice calling for Tom. He shouts back, "I'll be right there, I'm on my way!" He comes back to you and says, "Darling they need me on set, I've got to go."
"Okay. I love you, go work."
"I love you too. I'll see you tonight."
You hang up with each other as you start the dryer for your second load. You stare at the phone, contemplating. And after a moment, you dial the number. The receptionist answers, and you say, "Yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr Miles, please."
Later in the week you sat with Dr. Miles not having told Tom appoint your appointment. He had to work a full day on set and it seemed like the best opportunity to go without his knowledge.
“It’ll be a day or two before all the test results are in. But I have to tell you, so far the tests that we have the results on look good. You do have a hormone deficiency but it can be corrected. We can start you on a round of them right away. See where we are once you’ve taken them a few weeks.” He explained.
“So what are the chances? For conception and for being able to carry to term?” You ask a knot in your throat terrified of the answer.
He paused looking over your files a moment. “It depends on the other results, but right now . . . %85, %90.” He says giving you an estimate.
Your eyes light up, “Really?” That was much better then you were expecting. After your third miscarriage they suggested you never try again and consider tubal ligation or cauterization. “How is that . . . possible. I thought fertility and physical ability decreased with age.”
“Well. You are taking care of yourself much better then you did before. You’ve been exercising regularly, you’ve been taking supplements and vitamins, and according to your previous records, your emotional and mental health have improved significantly.” You smile, and then can’t stifle the laugh. You weren’t even thinking about trying again much less that everything you had been doing just for yourself, to keep yourself healthy making it possible.
“So a year in the 3rd world is actually good for you. Who knew.” You say with a bright smile.
“We have a little work to do. But I’d say that you can start trying in 6 months to a year.” He reports. You’re laughing again in utter disbelief and excitement. When you stand he stands as well and you take his hand in both of yours shaking it.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. You have no idea just how . . . .” You really sounded like a babbling idiot and found yourself wrapping your arms around the doctor hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” You say again.
You're on an absolute high the rest of the day. You can hardly remember most of it, but one moment in particular stands out. You walk from your tube station back to your flat, where you pass by a little shop window filled with baby items. Pinks and blues and yellows jump out at you. You knew this shop was here, it wasn't like this was new. But as you stopped you realized for the first time, you weren't looking through the window with despair and hopelessness. You were examining everything with a newfound sense of hope and optimism. A smile spread wide across your face. Things were really starting to turn around.
That evening, your phone rang. You smiled at the caller ID and hit the green button on the screen. "Hello, sweetheart," you said softly into the phone.
Tom moaned into your ear, "Darling, if you keep answering the phone like that, I'll have to call you far more often."
"Ooo, promise?" you tease. You hear a throaty chuckle from him and smile. You were discovering more and more you loved being tease-y with him.
"Listen, darling, are you in the middle of anything right now? I have some friends coming to my house tonight, and I would love for you to be there and meet them. I know they'd love to meet you."
"What kind of friends?"
"Well, they're some former co-stars of mine."
You thought for a moment. You remembered how uncomfortable you were last time around, with Chris and Jaimie. But if you were going to make this work, and god knows you wanted to, you would eventually have to meet everyone close to him. "Okay...but it's just a couple, right?" you make sure.
"Yes love, just a couple. And it's nothing fancy, we're just planning on making dinner and talking, I promise. Completely casual," he reassures you. "All right, I'll come. Who exactly are we talking about?" you ask.
"You'll love them, I know it. It's Tilda and Hadley."
Tom tells you he'll pick you up in a bit, and you hang up and start to get ready. Dinner with Tilda Swinton and Hadley Fraser. No one could accuse you of having a boring life anymore, that much was certain.
You dress to impress in a little black dress that you bought on the way home. You saw it in the shop and were in such a good mood you had to try it on. Once you tried it on you had to take it home. Tom liked to take you out and you knew you’d have an occasion to wear it sooner or later. With his invitation to dinner, it turned out to be sooner.
You check in the mirror making sure the seams were straight on your black tights, and that your black heels matched and went well with the dress. Oh yes, everything was perfect. Tom was going to get whiplash when you walked by him.
Getting your purse you take one last look in the mirror with a grin and do a turn. Your push up bra was certainly complimenting your assets. And you had to admit, all that walking and exercise you did while you were away certainly left you with a nice behind.
Heading out you get in your jeep and drive to Tom’s. He lived in a gated community which was logical considering he was a well known, well sought after actor now and you imagined he didn’t want the extreme fans to be crawling up on his lawn in the middle of the night or rummaging through his trash. When you arrived Tom buzzed you in and you drive to his house. Once you park you take a deep breath. You were still so excited but you intended to keep it to yourself. You had some work to do with hormones and vitamins and treatments and such and were trying not to get your hopes up but it was hard not to.
When you get up to the door Tom opens it anticipating you’re being there and grins, his eyes lighting up seeing how wonderful you look. He takes your hand and kisses it pulling you inside. “You look absolutely wonderful darling.” He says pulling you into a deep kiss. “Ravishing.” He says kissing you again wrapping his arms around you. You grin a little kissing him back feeling his hands roaming down your back and grasping your firm backside.
“I take it your other guests haven’t arrived yet?” You say pulling back looking at him. “At least I hope not.”
“No. Not yet.” He says still grinning like a Cheshire cat as he kisses you once more. You can’t help but return his passionate affections as he walks you backwards pressing you against the wall. He kisses your neck, your throat, your chin and then tasting your lips once more.
“hey, Hey, HEY!” You say with a laugh pressing your hands against his shoulders. “How about we save the disheveled look for after dinner and your guests leave?” You suggest. He grins and kisses you yet again.
“Of course. You’re right darling. I’ve just missed you so very much.” He kisses you once more before stepping back releasing you. “Here, I’ll take your things and put them up.” Taking your purse he helps you off your jacket. “Don’t go away?”
“I won’t.” He smiles and sneaks once more kiss before heading into the next room to put your purse and jacket away. He put your purse down and then hung up your jacket. But when he turned he accidentally knocked your purse on the floor. Crouching down he starts to put your things back in it but paused when he picked up the prescription bottle and looked at the label seeing it was dated today. He frowns only seeing directions for how to take it and the name of the drug. Not what it was for or who it was prescribed by. You were incredibly depressed and distraught when you had left the country. You seemed happy and alert and generally at peace with everything when you had returned. But you’d hidden things before. You might have been hiding something else from him he needed to know. If you were depressed, or upset, he needed to know.
He stands looking at the bottle putting your purse back in the closet before heading back to you with the bottle of pills in hand to confront you with it.
"What is this? What are you taking?"
You whip around at the rattling of the pills and your heart jumps into your throat. Your chin starts trembling, your breath starts to shake. Tom asks you again, "What is in this bottle? Tell me." Your fingers start to dance nervously across your bare chest and you try to cover your mouth. You were not ready to tell Tom what you knew, and these were certainly not the circumstances under which you wanted to tell him. But it was a little late for that. "I won't ask you again, what. is. this?"
You draw a shivering breath and try to swallow around the huge lump in your throat. Your mouth had gone bone dry. "I..it's- It's, um. It's not what you think it is." Tom took a step toward you into his living room.
"Please tell me, what do I think it is?" Your entire being was shaking as you reached for the bottle. He pulled it out of your reach. "Tell me now."
"Please don't be mad at me," you begin a whisper. Tom sets his jaw and his nostrils flare. And you begin to tell him, the words spilling out of you a mile a minute. "I called the doctor last week and made a follow up appointment so I could see him and have some tests run to see if I could ever-- if I had, gotten better somehow and they did all this lab work and all these different tests and Dr Miles told me I *had* gotten better and I was healthier now than I was when I was with Michael and that all I had now was a hormone deficiency and that if I started therapy, I had a really good chance at trying to get pregnant in six months to a year, and I didn't want to tell you yet because I wanted to make sure you were willing to do everything it took to make this happen, for both of us. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."
You were clawing at your chest and had almost drawn blood by the time you were done. Tom looked at the label on the bottle again. "Is that what this is? Hormone therapy?" You nod at him. He turns the bottle over in his hand, and the rattling of the pills is the loudest sound you've ever heard in your life. Your breath still comes shallow as Tom hands you the bottle. You take it with your hands still shaking and draw it close to you. Right then, there's a knock at the door. It scares the daylights out of you. Tom steps in front of you, and reaches up to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and says, "We'll talk about this after dinner, all right?" and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes and let out a lungful of air, unaware you were even holding your breath. You nod in response and as Tom moves to open the door, you race to the bedroom to hide the bottle and try to compose yourself before anyone can see you.
Sitting in the bedroom in silence you cradle your head in your hand. What the fuck just happened. So many things came flooding back. Tom came at you with your medications, which weren’t anything bad, and you folded. You felt shaky inside, you felt terror, and worry, and like you were falling. That wasn’t who you were anymore. You’d moved on from that, you’d left Michael and all of his emotional and mental abusive bullshit behind.
Taking a breath you stood and clinched your jaw. Moving to the mirror you looked at yourself. You looked hot. You weren’t in ugly unflattering scrubs, you weren’t in your comfortable ratty old knock around clothes, you were a sexy, strong, confident, independent woman. If you wanted to have a baby, you were going to. As much as you wanted Tom to be a part of that, he wasn’t required. You didn't have to 'explain' yourself to anyone.
Fixing your hair, straightening your dress, you took one last look in the mirror. “No more running, no more cowering, no more hiding.” You say to yourself looking into your own eyes and giving a nod. Standing up straight you head out of the bedroom to go and join the dinner party.
You saunter into the living room, and see a shock of white blonde hair facing away from you. Tom smiles at you and the woman turns around. It's Tilda, and her eyes light up at you. You extend your hand to her and introduce yourself. "Tilda, hi, it's so lovely to meet you, I'm (y/n)." She raises her arms and actually pulls you in for a hug which surprises you a bit.
"Oh sweet girl, it's so wonderful to finally meet you! I've heard so much about you, I feel like I already know you almost," she greets you. You laugh as she expounds on you. You hug her back and she takes you by the shoulders to really look at you. "Tom, I can see why you fell so hard for her, you're stunning, darling." You blush and shake your head. Tilda squeezes your shoulders and continues, "If you only knew how much Tom has gone on and on about you for the last year, really. I almost stopped answering his calls, he was incessant!" She releases you from her grasp, and Tom reaches for your hand. He can sense you're a little uncomfortable and laces his fingers with yours. He rubs your knuckles with his thumb as you look over at him. His eyes are threaded with worry, for you. You look back with a quiet confidence and refusal to falter again.
"Is Hadley still coming?" Tilda breaks the silence.
"As far as I know, yes. You know him though, He'll be a couple minutes late," Tom joked. At that, the oven timer went off, and Tom excused himself to the kitchen, leaving you and Tilda with each other.
She pulled you down to the couch and asked, "So you've got to tell me, how was Africa?" You smile a bit and start to recall as many things as you could.
"It was absolutely crazy and wonderful and now that I'm back, I'm so glad I went!" You open your mouth to tell her more, but there's a knock at the door.
"Oh, I bet that's Hadley now," Tilda murmurs, and you stand to answer it. Tom had just come out of the kitchen and comes up behind you as you open the door. Hadley sees Tom immediately and the two men smile at each other.
"Tom! It's good to see you again!" Hadley steps through the doorway as Tom pulls him in for a hug.
"Hadley, I'm so glad you're here. There's someone I want you to meet," he says. They end the hug and Tom turns toward you and pulls you close. "Hadley, this is (y/n)."
He greets you with a smile and opens his arms for a hug as well, and says, "Finally, I get the meet the girl this git has gone on and on about for the last year? It's about time!" You laugh and hug him back. Tom certainly did have some loving friends. It also became more and more obvious how much he cared about you.
"Dinner is served, everyone," Tom announced, and Tilda and Hadley made a move for the dining room. You started to, but Tom grabbed your hand at the last minute holding you back. "Hey...are you all right?" he whispered.
You give him a look as you reply, "I'm fine. We'll talk about this later." He pulls you in close for a kiss, and you don't stop him. You're angry for how he made you feel, but hearing what his friends had to say softened you a bit. "Let's go, they're waiting for us," you tell him.
Dinner goes by smoothly. Everyone listens intently as you tell stories about your time in Africa, Hadley told everyone about his turn as Javert on stage, and Tilda made everyone laugh talking about how she forced Tom to frown during 'Only Lovers Left Alive.' The whole time, Tom moved in his chair so he could maintain some sort of physical contact with you. Several times during, you saw him looking at you and nodding gently, as if to try to confirm you were all right. You kept your expression same as before. The evening wound down and moved into Tom's living room. But even before long there, it was late and Tilda and Hadley made their moves to leave. You all said your goodbyes, and as Tom ushered them out and you heard the door click shut, you filled your glass with wine.
The air in the house got still and electric. Like a spark would have literally ignited it. You stepped out from the kitchen to find Tom standing in front of the couch with his hands in his pockets. His face was set, his eyes intent. You breathed deep and swallowed. This was not going to be an easy conversation. But at least you had some hope about the outcome this time.
You meet his look head on for a moment before taking a breath, “Believe it or not I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. I was just saving it for a better time. After I had more information, after I had a handle on things.” You state directly.
“But you don’t have to do these things on your own. You don’t have to go sneaking about behind my . . . .” He begins but you cut him off.
“Sneaking!?” You exclaim walking close towards him. “How can you stand there and accuse me of sneaking when you’re the one you was going through my purse?” You demand.
“I wasn’t going through your purse, I dropped it when I was putting it away and the bottle fell out!” He said instantly in his defense, horrified that you would think he would do such a thing.
“Were quick to jump to conclusions about it though weren’t you. You come brandishing them at me like a sword, assuming the worst, that I was hiding something like my being depressed again or something asinine like that, as though I could if I wanted to.” He just stares at you. “Oh yes, I know what you thought. It’s what everyone who knows I’ve been clinically depressed and suicidal in the past thinks if there’s a slight mishap or bump in the road. Sorry, you’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”
“Why are you trying to fight with me about this? I didn’t intend on starting a fight with you, I just want to be kept up on what’s going on with everything.” He says walking closer reaching out to take your hand but you smack his way. He freezes in place starring at you hardly having expected that reaction.
You hated that feeling. That feeling of wanting to run away, to hide, to cower and protect yourself from a physical or verbal blow. You hadn’t felt that way in a long time and you didn’t like the reminder. You drain the wine from your glass. “You don’t get to make me feel this way, Tom. NO ONE gets to make me feel this way. For any reason. NEVER again.” You snap putting your glass down and storming into the next room to get your things and leave.
Tom jerks after you as you head into the bedroom continuing your diatribe to one on one in particular at this point. "Of all the bullshit I've had to endure in my thirty years-- unbelievable, ridiculous-- how on Earth could you believe I had-- Tom, get off of me!!" In the midst of bending down to get your purse from the closet floor, Tom quickly stooped over you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. He squeezed your entire upper body with your arms trapped by your sides. And as much as you fought against him, you couldn't budge him. It was like fighting a brick wall. He kept you crouched down so you couldn't even use your legs to kick him. You almost screamed the second time, "Let me GO Tom, NOW!!"
"NO. I'm not letting you run away again, not like this. Now, stop fighting me and let's talk about this, please!" He had never raised his voice to you like that. And as angry as you were, you knew he was just doing what he thought was right to help. It didn't embarrass you any less though.
You stopped struggling after a minute and as calmly as possible, you said, "Fine. Let go of me and we'll talk." Tom loosened his grip slowly, in case you decided to bolt at the last minute. You seethed at him without turning around. "I will not say this again. If you ever presume to do that to me again, I will walk out that door and you will NEVER see me again." You turned around slowly, gathering your thoughts.
Tom came into view as you turned. He looked as determined as you were angry, and completely undeterred. "Tell me, what is going on and why you felt the need to go behind my back and see a doctor then."
You stayed as steely as possible as you told him. "I still want children. And a very, very large part of me wants them with you. I went to the doctor to see if anything had changed about my condition. I have been taking better care of myself over the last few years than I ever did when I was with Michael." Tom twitched. He never liked to hear your ex's name after he discovered how he had treated you. You continued. "I felt like a guinea pig for the better part of two hours as they poked and prodded me and drew my blood and did all kinds of medical tests. And Dr Miles told me that the only thing he could initially see was a hormone imbalance. He gave me those pills to correct it slowly, so I wouldn't get all out of whack and gain a bunch of weight and go completely mental." You paused before you repeated the last part. "And he told me...he told me I had an 85-90% of conceiving and carrying to term, a healthy baby in six months to a year from now."
Tom's shoulders dropped at your words, almost like he was relieved. And maybe he was. You weren't going off the deep end, he didn't have to worry about you like he thought he did. He reached out to you and cupped your elbows, your arms crossed over your chest. "Why didn't you just tell me? When you went? I would have gone with you, you should have had to do any of that alone," he asked.
"Because. You have enough going on when it comes to me anyway, let alone everything else in your life. I didn't want to add to it if I didn't have to. And besides, it's not like we're married, or had made the decision to try anyway. What difference would it make?" you reasoned.
"It would make a difference to me. I love you. I want to be there for you when these things happen so you're not alone," Tom told you. You took a slow deep breath and looked him in the eye. "If this is going to work, we have to be able to tell each other everything, darling. You're not a bother, but when you pull stuff like this, it makes me wonder how much I can trust you. I have to be able to do that," he stated quietly.
You nodded at his words. They made sense. You didn't really want to fight about it anyway, you just got so worked up when he practically accused you, and then you had to put on a face in front of his friends all night. "Don't ever assume anything like that about me again. I'm past all that- I worked as hard as I could to get past it." Tom ran his fingers through your hair.
"I never will." He leaned into you and tilted your chin up for a kiss. It was tinted with an apology on his part, and you kissed him back in acceptance. You uncrossed your arms and flattened your hands against his chest. As the kiss ended, he pecked your forehead. "It looks like we have a lot to talk about in the morning," you say.
Tom slides his arms around you but kept them loose, remembering your warning from earlier. "We'll save it for the morning, then. Right now let's just go to bed."
Having had an obscene amount of wine and continuing to sip it snacking on strawberries you had calmed down and Tom was pleased to see you could talk back and forth without the uneasy tension that had grown earlier in the evening. You were in bed, the bowl of strawberries between you each of you with a wine glass. You’re sitting Indian style in your pajama’s having taken a shower which also helped to relax you and made you feel better.
“So, as long as I stick to my diet, and exercise, and follow every instruction the doctor gives me, then in 6 months to a year he sees no reason why I can’t start trying to get pregnant.” You explain a bit more calmly and in depth which is what you wished you could have done originally. “I can’t believe it. Originally they said things would only get worse and that I shouldn’t risk it. I never imagined that I would get stronger and healthier like a real normal woman.”
“Darling.” He reaches over covering your hand with his, “You are a real, normal, woman. You always have been. You were just . . . married to a complete and utter burke who had no idea the treasure he foolishly took for granted and threw away.” You give a nod and took another sip from your wine glass. He pats your hand a bit before taking a drink from his own glass. You pick up another strawberry taking a bite. “I do admit, I feel a bit useless. You’re doing everything and I’m not contributing whatsoever.”
You finish your strawberry studying him a moment. “Do you want to?” His eyes light up and he sits up as well giving a nod.
“Yes, yes absolutely. What can I do?” He asks anxiously.
“Well,” You begin, “The doctor wanted to run some tests on you too. To make sure everything was in order, and to know the full picture of what’s involved. How our bodies will be compatible with each other so he can prescribe the right meds, give the right treatment and everything.”
“Absolutely. Anything they want me to do, I’ll do it.” He says. “What sorts of tests?” He questions.
“Blood work, probably want to do a full blood panel. All your other vitals and I don’t know he might prescribe you some vitamins to take too. There might be some classes he suggests we take together. And a sperm count will probably be on the list.” You explain.
“Sperm count? How do they do that? What’s involved?” He questions.
“A cupboard, a jar, and a porn magazine.” You state bluntly. He blushes slightly but gives a nod.
“Okay, I can do that.” He says. “Let’s call the doctor tomorrow and make an appointment.” You smile a little at his eagerness. You give a nod taking another strawberry offering him a bite. He grins and takes a bite never breaking the gaze between you. Then you finish the strawberry and he leans over kissing you as you’re both still chewing your bite of strawberry.
You kiss him back, resting your hand on his chest. The kiss growing a bit deeper as he moves closer. Even though both of you are still holding your wine glasses and there’s a bowl of strawberries between you on the bed.
"And what did the good doctor say about getting in a little...practice?" Tom murmured against your lips.
"He didn't say anything...but I can't imagine he would be opposed to it." You feel him smile and grab both your wine glasses and put them on the nightstand. You reach for the bowl of strawberries and put it aside, and as you turn back around, Tom is practically on top of you. You shriek with laughter, but it quickly turns to moans as he starts kissing and biting your neck. You spread your legs apart as Tom settles between them. You feel him growing harder against the inside of your thigh. He reaches up and starts kneading your breasts through your shirt, and you reward him with a sweet moan.
"I fucking love that noise, darling, do it again," he pleads.
"Hmm, then you're going to love this little trick," you tell him as you bend your knees up to the waistband of his sleep pants. Very deftly, you hook your toes on either side and gently push them down. You feel his cock spring free and after a moment come to rest digging at the inside of your thigh.
"My god woman, that was hot," Tom breathes out. You giggle lightly as he continues to kiss down your body. He reaches the deep v in your shirt and pushes it up and off. You finish pushing it off your arms as Tom takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You arch your back as he sucks and licks one and grazes his fingers over the other. He switches after a moment, kissing his way across your chest. His jaw and cheeks are rough with stubble, and the feeling gives you shivers.
"Ohhh, baby..." you moan pulling your hands through his hair. You can feel the heat and wetness pooling in between your legs, and there was no mistaking Tom was just as excited. He kissed his way further down, stopping to nuzzle your belly button. It made you jerk as it tickled, and you heard a low chuckle from him.
The next thing you knew, his hot breath covered your sex. The teasing continued as Tom kissed your outer lips and then pulled them apart to reveal your entrance. You moaned and writhed as he kissed every little patch of flesh he could find. Your hands fisted in his hair. The tip of his nose rubbed against your clit and you gasped, desperate for air. But it did no good- he slipped his tongue into your folds and every last molecule of air left your body. Tom tasted every part of you he could find, his nose bumping and worrying that tiny little nub. You lost control as he brought his large hands up to hold your thighs down. "Tom, please...I need you now," you squeaked out. He pulled away from you and roughly left kisses on his way back up.
"Then you shall have me," he growled in your ear as he pushed his way into you. You both moaned at the sensation and you clawed at his back. As he started moving, you wondered how you would ever get used to his size. He managed to fill every bit of you. Your hips rolled almost on their own to meet his thrusts. He leaned down to kiss you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. It drove you closer and closer to your release. Tom's hips started moving more and more erratically and you threw your legs around them to pull him close as possible. You pulled against him in your own movements, faster and faster until you came undone. Your orgasm tore through you, and you threw your head back keening. Seconds later Tom released inside you, groaning. You rode each other out to the very end panting and moaning softly. He laid his head onto your shoulder, and you reached up to stroke him. He planted little kisses on your collarbone as your heart rate returned to normal. After a few minutes, his breathing got deeper. You looked down at him, twisting your head, and chuckled when you found him asleep. Silly man, you thought. Shaking your head, you slid out from under him carefully, and pulled the blankets up and turned the lights out. And within moments, you drifted into your own sleep.
Luckily you’d made friends and now how connections that made it possible for you to get your job back at the hospital. However you were given graveyard shift to work which means you and Tom didn’t have much time to spend together. He worked during the day, and you worked at night.
You sat alone at the nurse’s station having finished updating this hours logs after your rounds. Most of the patients slept through the night on this wing. It would be a few months before you would be able to get into the pediatric ward. You tap your pencil against the desk starring at the panel almost willing someone, anyone to press the nurses help button. But, in the geriatric wing, things just didn’t happen very much this time of day.
An alarm on your phone starts to go off letting you know it was time to take your own meds. You reach into your back pocket taking out your pill case and pop them in your mouth, taking a sip of water to swallow them. Things had been going well between the two of you with this new venture of yours. Although there were a lot of questions left open and unanswered that the blanks were going to have to be filled in for sooner or later.
Unfortunately, not two days after you got home, Michael started calling you immediately giving you grief because you were behind on the last two payments on your joint debt. Apparently the fact that the program you were with was mostly a volunteer organization completely escaped him. And there were a few times in the past several years where he had been late on payments, and had skipped them once or twice all together. Now you were going to have to take every extra hour, every extra available shift for the next few months just to get caught up again. The whole matter was like a 100 ton ball chained to your leg and you were never going to get away from it or him.
You clocked out at the end of your shift just after sunrise and went home. You didn’t even bother taking your shoes off and just flopped down onto your bed pulling a pillow over your head and curling up falling asleep.
Your favorite daydream was now coming to you at night. The one that made you smile all those long months in Africa. You come walking out of the kitchen to tell Tom dinner was almost ready, and you spot him asleep on the couch. His long body takes up every available inch, but his hands rest safely wrapped around the small bundle on his chest. You can't do anything but watch the scene in front of you. The baby moves up and down gently with Tom's breathing, Sometimes the baby was wrapped in pink, others blue. Tonight it was pink. You're nervous for a moment, knowing a baby shouldn't be put to sleep on their stomach. But you realize you had no cause to worry- the little bundle makes the tiniest movement and smallest little sound and Tom stirs, holding her tight and slowly sitting up. His legs swing down to the carpet as he comes all the way up and peeks down. His hands cradle every little ounce of the baby. He holds her tight, and then looks up at you smiling in the doorway. You don't always say anything in the dream, and often, this is where it ends. But this time you both spoke. Tom spoke first. "I think she's hungry," he whispers.
"I hope her daddy is too. I'll take care of her if you pull dinner out when the timer goes off?" You look down at her, and her eyes are wide open. They're Tom's eyes, bright and beautiful blue with little specks of grey in them.
The dream always ended there- you never got more detail. It didn't make the dream any less satisfying, though.
Tom was waking up as you were falling asleep in his own home, well before he needed to. His call time wasn't until that afternoon, but he had been restless the last couple nights anyway. You had twice now mentioned marriage without some sort of recoil or disdain. And you'd made it clear you wanted to be married before you would have children. He turned the thoughts over in his head again and again. He knew he loved you. He knew he wanted children with *you*, not just anyone. And he knew he would do anything it took to make you happy. But you were also fiercely independent. Tom would want to take care of you, especially your situation with Michael. Would you let him? He would hire a team of lawyers if he had to, to take care of it. It was never fair to him what you had to do as part of the settlement.
He imagined what you would say if he asked. How you would react. He thought about where he would do it, what he would say, what he would even wear. The scene played out in his mind over and over again that morning. He had to find out the ending, he just had to. But just how and when would be the real question.
You sigh recognizing the noise ringtone rolling over you open an eye reaching for your phone when it started to go off. “Amazing. My day off and you manage to be the bastard to wake me up. What do you want Michael.” You say with a sigh. You listen for several moments before you sit up rubbing your forehead, “Don’t even think about it. You little weasel, don’t you even think about dragging me back into court over this again. . . . . No, no. You shut up and listen to me for once. My pay is the same as it’s always been. Well below what it should be for the kind of work I do. You might have kids but you’re married and you have two paychecks coming in. She works too and it’s bad enough that I have to pay as much as you do on this fucking thing that was your fault in the first place . . . . . . . . Excuse me!” You throw the covers back and stand up starting to pace back and forth. “We’re dating. We are SEEING each other! We aren’t married, and we aren’t going to be! We don’t even live together! You aren’t pulling him into this mess! . . . . no! I don’t get money from him; why in the hell would I get . . . . I’m not going to ask him for any either! . . . .” You cover your face with your hand becoming more agitated by the moment. “NO! We aren’t married! And we aren’t GOING to be married! So pull your greedy claws in right now asshole. This is between me and you, which is why I didn’t bitch when they said this was our problem 50/50. So suck it up like I’m expected to do, and DEAL WITH IT!!” You hang up the phone tossing it away.
That was hardly something to wake up to. You slide your fingers through your hair. Shaking your head you pick up your clothes and head into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day. First day you’d had off in weeks, you had things that needed to get done. Who knew when you were going to have another day off. Especially when Michael was pulling this crap on you again.
That evening, you sat on Tom's kitchen counter watching him cook dinner for the two of you. You hear him talking about the shoot that day, and you really are trying to listen. But you can't focus- Michael's voice rolled through your head all day. During every one of your errands, and through every chore you completed. Suddenly you're jerked back to present- "Hey. Where have you gone again?" Tom asked as he rubbed your thigh. You looked into his eyes as he smiled lightly at you. You bit your lip. You didn't really want to tell him about your phone call. But little snippets from him about trusting you sneaked into your brain. So with a tight shrug you filled him in.
"Michael called me this morning, bitching about the whole credit card thing again. He's getting pretty ruthless here lately." Tom's hand came around to rest on your back to comfort you.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I wish you didn't have to deal with him like that, it isn't fair.”
You fought with yourself for a moment, biting your lip and deciding whether or not to tell him the new stunt he had pulled this morning. Again, he had to be able to trust you. You looked down at Tom cautiously. "This time was different. This time....," you took a breath to try to steady yourself. "This time he mentioned you. He knows we're together."
Tom leaned back confused. "How did he find out?"
You sigh, "Some of the surgeons that practice at our hospital go to other hospitals as well. It wasn't really a secret at work, so it could have been anyone, really."
Tom stirred the pot simmering on the stove as you spoke, leaving his hand on your knee. "I'm so sorry darling. But...there is a way I could help. I have some really fantastic lawyers--"
"No. No way, I am not pulling you into this any more than that dumbass already has, you've done nothing to warrant getting in the middle of this," you protested.
But Tom wouldn't just take the "no" from you. "Really, let me help you, I want to. I hate seeing you torn up like this."
"No, Tom! I won't let you! I'm a big girl, I can handle him and his petty little insults. I heard them so many times over the last few years they don't even register anymore. But I am *not* letting you in the middle of this just so he can use you to get to me again. Because that's all he'll do, is turn you into a pawn for his own little game. He's a sick son of a bitch, I've told you."
Tom reached up and cupped your face. You took hold of his wrists, stroking them with your thumbs. "Please understand. It's not that I don't trust you or anything like that at all. It's just, if you get hurt because of him, I'll never forgive myself. I figured it out this morning, it's only a year and a half more of this and the debt is finally paid off. And then I never have to see him or hear from him again."
One of the reasons Tom loved you was how independent you were. But damn if it wasn't your biggest downfall at the moment. "I just want to help, that's all. He shouldn't be allowed to speak to you the way he does, harassing you like this. It's not right. Didn't you tell me he had even missed a few payments at one point? And you didn't call him up like that," he finished.
"Yeah, well...The Good Doctor never seemed to think the rules applied to him," you answered with an eye roll.
"I just want to help, I wish you would let me," Tom begged slightly. You tipped your head and kissed him gently.
"I wish you could, too."
Tom sits on the phone as Luke Windsor listens to him, “Tom.” He finally says. “You do realize I’m your PR assistant, not your actual assistant . . . . or stalker.”
“No, no. I don’t think that at all. It’s just that you have connections I don’t. You can find out this stuff. She’s so tight lipped I can’t even get his last name out of her.” Tom explains. There’s a pause on the phone, “Luke, I’m not a moron. I knew that as soon as it got out that she and I were dating that the agency had every aspect of her life researched so there were not ‘skeletons’ in her closet that were going to come out later. That bastard ex-husband of hers is the only skeleton that would fall out and take advantage of the situation.”
Luke groans, “We weren’t going to tell you that unless it came up Tom.”
“You already have procedures and plans in case it does come out, don’t you.” Tom says well aware that he had an excellent PR team, the agency was very good at keeping track of potential issues that could come up for their actors. They liked to take care and pay attention to their investments.
There’s another pause, “Yes.” He admits.
“Then give me what information you have and I’ll work on things on my own.” He insisted. Luke sighed, “Luke, come on. This bastard has her around the neck and she and I can’t . . . . our relationship isn’t going to progress until he goes away.”
“Tom, this isn’t really the kind of guy that’s going to go away.” Tom pauses furrowing his brow.
“What do you mean?” He questioned.
Yet another long uncomfortable silent pause stretched out over the phone. “Did she tell you how many miscarriages she had?” He questioned.
“Yes. She had three.” He said.
“Did she tell you how they happened?” He questioned.
“Yeah, her body rejected the fetus and spontaneously aborted. But that isn’t the case anymore, her doctor said he sees no reason why she couldn’t carry to term now. She’s healthier then she was before.” He said trying to summarize what you had told him. There another long pause as Tom can feel now there was something, more to the story you hadn’t told him. “I’m coming over right now.” He hangs up the phone and grabs his jacket heading out to go to Luke’s office.
An hour later Tom’s sitting going through the surprisingly large file the agency had gathered on you. There was a significant amount of court documents. Many were related to the divorce, but there were a number of others indicating domestic violence where the police were actually called, and the ‘good’ doctor was investigated but it seemed nearly if not all charges were dismissed every time. “Jesus.” He said resting his head in his hand leaning his elbow against the desk needed a moment to take this in and process it. “I can’t believe she kept this from me.”
“I don’t think she knows about the investigation into her miscarriages, Tom.” He looked up at Luke, “These were sealed records, and it was a suspicion that one of the detectives had. Nothing that was reported or suspected by her or the court. They didn’t tell her about the investigation when it was conducted.”
“He wanted kids. It was the reason he left her, he wanted kids as much as she did. He went and married someone else who immediately started turning out his kids.” Tom said in disbelief.
“She was in a mental hospital after her last recorded miscarriage. According to this investigator, it should have been him who was locked up and the key thrown away.” He explained.
“But how is this legal? How is any of this legal? How can they do this? How could she be found guilty and he found blameless?” He demanded becoming a little agitated.
“From what we can tell, he was friends with quite a bit of the justice department. The judge on those three cases? He plays golf with on the weekends.” He said with a sigh.
“What about him and his second wife? Does he treat her in the same disgusting manner? Misuse her like this?” He demanded. Luke shook his head solemnly.
“Apparently he treats them very well and dotes on them quite a bit.” He said with a sigh.
Tom rubbed his face before shaking his head thinking a moment. “All the reason to see that all ties are cut with that sadist right now.” He paused looking at Luke, “No one at the agency, YOU didn’t think this is something I should know? Seriously!?! This seems like a bit of a scandal. What’s worse, if she really doesn’t know about any of this and it gets out . . . . . . .”
“She’s been gone for over a year, I think a good number of people thought it was over between the two of you and there was no need for it. But it seems like since she returned you two are as tight together as ever.” Luke admits.
He thought for a moment before Tom seemed like he made a decision, “All the more reason, before our relationship gets to publicized and we decide to confirm it, to get him away and out of her life completely.”
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