#mob!tom

“No,” Tom said. “But I think it’d be good for you if you were at this one.” I decided to oblige, knowing Tom would never put me in a situation I wasn’t safe in. We both walked downstairs, and I found April there as well. Harrison had pulled up a chair for her, and she was sitting next to him. Tom sat at the head of the table and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I did, blushing a bit as I looked at everyone. They were all staring at me, and I caught eyes with the guy who made me feel uncomfortable. I looked away just as fast.

Tom stuck his hand out to Harrison who handed him a gun. I swallowed thickly and watched as he held it in his hand. “James,” Tom said. All eyes moved to the creepy guy, and I tensed up.

“Yes, sir,” the guy -James- said, staring straight at Tom.

“Do you know who this is?” he asked, motioning to me.

“No, sir, I do not,” he said.

“Have you ever seen her before?” Tom continued.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you didn’t know who she was when you saw her?”

“No, sir.”

Tom nodded slowly and set the gun on the table. “This, gentlemen, is my girlfriend, (Y/N),” he said, squeezing my thigh. I gave everyone a tight-lipped smile. “Now, James,” he continued, “we have twelve commandments, don’t we?”

“Yes, sir,” James said.

“Tell me, what’s the tenth commandment?”

James swallowed and clenched his jaw. He didn’t look afraid, but he did look annoyed. “Wives and girlfriends must be treated with respect,” he mumbled.

“That’s right,” Tom said. He picked up his gun and tapped it against his chin. “(Y/N) told me the things you said to her. The way you touched her.” His grip on the gun tightened. He was getting angry at the memory of what I told him, I could tell. “It didn’t sound very respectful.”

“Listen, boss, I didn’t mean-”

“Listen?” Tom repeated, his voice raising. “You’re telling me to listen?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” James said. He still seemed angry, but there was a twinkle of fear in his eyes now. Tom let out a dry laugh and raised the gun, pointing it at James.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, raising a shaking hand to cover my mouth.

“You owe my girl an apology,” Tom said. “Apologize to her.”

Without missing a beat, James said, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” His eyes never left Tom’s.

“It’s okay,” I said as soon as the words left his lips.

“Look her in the eye when you apologize to her,” Tom said, waving his gun in a motion implying he wanted James to look at me. James didn’t move. I assumed he thought it was a trap. “Go on. Look at her. It’s alright.” James clenched his jaw again and actually looked at me.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said again.

“It’s okay,” I said for the second time.

“Good,” Tom said, a sarcastic smile on his face. “Now, (Y/N) is being a lot more forgiving than I am. But kindness is in her nature. She hasn’t been in this business like I have. She doesn’t know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers.” Tom cocked the gun and let his finger rest on the trigger. “You want to know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers, (Y/N)?”

“Tom-” I said, my voice shaking.

“Disrespectful motherfuckers don’t change their ways,” he said. “They can say they’re sorry over and over again, but they’ll never mean it. He can look you right in the eye and say he’s sorry, but tomorrow he’ll do it all over again.” Tom licked his lips and shook his head. “So I should make sure he can’t do that, right? Maybe he’ll be the example for what happens when you disrespect my girl.”

“Tom-” I said again.

“It’s okay, darling,” he said, not taking his eyes off James. “We need to teach him a lesson.”

“Please, please don’t,” I begged. It was so silent in the room, you could’ve heard a pin drop. The cliche was absolutely true right then, I was sure of it. I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew I had taken a risk going against Tom. I just knew I would never be able to live with myself if Tom killed this guy because of me. “It’s okay. I’m not hurt or anything. Please, please don’t-” Tom’s jaw clenched, and I gently laid my hand on his bicep. He lowered his arm a fraction, and I rested my forehead on his shoulder. “Please.”

There were a few more beats of silence in the room. It didn’t feel like anyone was breathing until, finally, Tom put the safety back on the gun. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. James’ expression hardly changed, but I saw the fear flash across his eyes one more time. “You’re lucky,” he said to James, laying the gun back on the table. “Now get the hell out before I change my mind, and never come back.” James stood up from his chair. Before he left the room, Tom said to him, “If I ever see you on the street, you better turn in the other direction. Do you understand me?” James didn’t even turn to face Tom. He stared at the door ahead of him, nodded, and left.

Again, there was silence across the room. Tom put his hand on my thigh and rubbed my skin with his thumb. He looked at the others in the room and grabbed his gun again. He held it casually in his hand, but there was an air of dominance around him that made everyone tense again. “(Y/N) is part of this family now,” he said. “If you disrespect her, you answer to me. That goes for April too. If any of you so much as make one of them feel uncomfortable, Harrison and I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” the group said collectively.

One by one, everyone left the basement. I stayed sitting on Tom’s lap, and I was very aware of his hand sitting innocently on my thigh. I knew he meant nothing by it, but seeing Tom so dominant and commanding made me squirm. In a good way. In a really, really good way. Even though he almost murdered someone, I was so attracted to him.

Did that make me weird? Or twisted? I didn’t know if I really cared.

Everyone was chatting with each other, but I was distracted. I nuzzled my face in Tom’s neck and started kissing him softly. He squeezed my thigh and hummed. “What’re you doing, love?” he muttered. I nibbled his earlobe.

“You’re kind of turning me on,” I whispered.

“Oh?” he said, a smirk growing on his lips. “And what are you gonna do about that?”

At that point, Harrison, April, Harry, and Sam were the only ones still in the room. They were all talking to each other, not even sparing us a glance, so I had Tom’s full, undivided attention. I adjusted myself on his lap, making sure to rub slowly against his member before sliding my hand past his sweatpants. I grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. “Fucking hell,” Tom muttered. My lips were still pressed to his neck, and I started smiling. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“But I’m so good at it,” I said, my breath tickling his skin. “Aren’t I, sir?”

Tom stood up, pushing me off of him so I was also standing. Everyone turned to look at us, and Tom cleared his throat. I thought Tom would offer them some sort of half assed explanation, but he didn’t. Instead, he just grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I turned and gave April a smirk before we were out of sight.

When we got into Tom’s room, he slammed the door and pushed me up against it. He kissed me and pinned my wrists to the wall. I fought against him, wanting nothing more than to run my fingers through his curls, but he didn’t allow it. He finally pulled away and brought me over to his bed, pushing me onto it. I fell onto it with a bounce and smiled up at him. Tom crossed his arms across his chest and held his chin in his hand. “C’mon, Tom,” I whined. He tutted and shook his head.

“You said I was turning you on?” he asked. I nodded. “You like when I order people around?” I slight whimper left my throat as I nodded again. “Alright,” he said. “Then scoot back.” I swallowed and did so, resting against the headboard and setting my phone -which had been in the waistband of my leggings- on the nightstand. Tom crawled onto the bed beside me, and I reached out to touch him but he shook his head no again. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at my pant leg. I did as he said with no hesitation and tugged my leggings off my body. I tucked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked at Tom, silently asking if he wanted me to take those off, too. He gave a nod, so I did. Tom placed his hand on my shin and rubbed it gently. “Slip your hand between your legs for me, petal,” he cooed. “Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

I bit my lip and nodded, running my hand down my stomach. I spread my legs a little wider and rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, wetting my fingers and moving them towards my clit. I hummed contently and tilted my head back. “Look at me,” Tom said, squeezing my shin. I sighed and forced myself to do so, fighting against my eyelids that wanted to shut so badly. I slid two fingers into me, pumping slowly and trying to reach that spot inside me that I knew I never could.

“Tom,” I sighed.

“You wanna come?” he asked. I nodded, and he rubbed his hand further up my leg. I almost stopped my actions, but he slid his hand back down my leg away from where I wanted him most. I moved my fingers faster before I pulled them out and started rubbing my clit again. Just as I felt my toes start to curl, Tom grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said. “And I think you need a spank.”

“W-What?” I stuttered, coming down from my blissful stage. “Why?”

“Don’t think I forgot all the teasing you did,” he said. “Grabbing my cock when Harrison, April, and my brothers were in the room. My naughty girl. You deserve a spank for that.” Tom pulled me over to him and made me lay on his lap. He lifted my shirt a bit so my entire ass was on display for him. “I’m gonna give you a safe word, okay?” he said. I nodded. “If you say red, we stop, okay? I’ll stop with no questions.” I nodded again, and Tom gave my ass a little swat. “Say it,” he said gently. “I need to hear you say it out loud.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “I understand.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. I pressed my cheek into the mattress as Tom squeezed my ass and spanked me once. I let out a hum but didn’t say anything. “Count, baby,” he said. “We’ll only do five.”

“One,” I said.

Spank!

“Two.”

We kept going until Tom spanked me five times. By the time he was done, he rubbed soft circles on my ass to sooth the pain. I had never been spanked before, but Jesus Christ I hoped that wasn’t the last time it happened.

Tom told me to move him off my lap but stay face down on the bed. I did, breathing heavily in anticipation. I heard him fumble in his bedside drawers, presumably getting a condom. Before I knew it, I felt the tip of his cock pressed against me. I hummed and lifted my hips towards him, but he pressed his hand into my back and stopped me. “You’ll do as I say,” he said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered.

“And if you make a sound, I’ll stop,” he said. I nodded, and Tom slammed into me. I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from coming out of my mouth. I clenched my fists and dug my teeth into my lower lip. Tom chuckled and pressed his lips to the back of my neck, keeping up a relentless pace. He brought one hand around my waist and started rubbing my clit. I inhaled sharply through my nose and used all self-restraint to stay silent. “You’re doing so good, darling,” Tom cooed, biting my earlobe softly. “I’m gonna let you come now. You want that, don’t you?” I nodded vigorously, and Tom let out a low moan. “I’m gonna come too, petal. You gonna come with me?” I nodded again, so Tom kept pounding into me until he whispered, come, in my ear. I felt him spill into the condom as I clenched and came around him. I fell onto the bed, and Tom laid on top of me, petting my hair softly. “Good girl,” he whispered. I hummed and nodded, closing my eyes and breathing slowly. Tom pulled out of me, then tied the condom and tossed it in the trash beside his bed.

Tom laid on his stomach to my right, pressing his face into the pillow. I rested my chin on his upper back and pressed a kiss to his skin. When I pulled away, I noticed black ink scrawled across his right shoulder blade- something I had never noticed before. “Is that a tattoo?” I asked him, brushing my finger across the words.

“Hm?” Tom hummed, turning his head to look at me. “Yeah.”

“How’ve I not seen this before?” I asked.

“Dunno,” Tom mumbled. The words inked on his skin read seize it in messy black handwriting.

“Tell me about it?” I asked, tracing the curves of each letter. Tom was quiet for a minute or two, but I didn’t say anything to press it farther. I knew if he wanted to talk, he would.

“I got it when I moved the family here,” he said. His eyes were closed, and I wondered if he was tired or if he just didn’t want to look at me while he spoke. “It’s tradition in our family for the new boss to get a tattoo in the handwriting of his number two guy.”

“So is that Harrison’s handwriting?” I asked. Tom nodded. “What’s it mean?” Tom sighed and peaked an eye open at me. “Sorry,” I mumbled, moving my hand away from him.

“No,” Tom mumbled. “Keep doing that. I like it.” I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes at him but continued to trace the tattoo anyway. “I picked it cuz of something Al Capone said.”

“Oh?”

“He once said, This American system of ours gives each and every one of us a great opportunity if we seize it with both hands and make the most of it.” Tom shrugged as much as he could considering he was still laying face down on the bed. “I figured if I was going to move the family to the states, I should get something to commemorate it. I was the first one in the history of the family to even consider uprooting and leaving London. Thought I’d mark the history on my skin.” He sighed. “I was given this opportunity to take over the family, and I guess now I’ve got the constant reminder to seize it and make it count.”

Tom and I were both quiet, and I moved my fingers from the tattoo to his hair. He hummed contently as my nails scraped his scalp gently. “What did your dad’s tattoo say?” I asked.

It seemed like every muscle in Tom’s body tensed. I regretted asking the question as soon as it left my lips. I didn’t want him to lash out at me, and I wished I could suck the words right back up. “I’m sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I shouldn’t have asked that. I know. I’m sorry.” Tom didn’t say anything, and I laid back down on my back. Tom sighed and turned around, mirroring my position.

“Family.”

I turned my head to look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling. Before I could say anything, he spoke again. “I was 16 when he made me his number two,” he said, “and I didn’t want it. I begged and begged him to pick someone else, but he was adamant on it being me. God-” He scoffed. “-I was so mad. I felt like, I felt like he was signing my death certificate.” I frowned and crawled on top of him, resting my chin on his chest. Tom opened his eyes and looked down at me, then gave me a soft smile. He stared up at the ceiling again. “Whenever he saw the tattoo, I wanted him to think of me, his son, and what making me his second would do to me. That he was killing his oldest son. His family.”

“Tom,” I whispered, begging for him to look at me. He did. “How did he die?” Tom licked his lips and stared up at the ceiling again.

“There was a rat in the family,” he said.

“A rat?”

“Mhm,” Tom hummed. “Undercover with the LPD. His name was Lewis. One day, Lewis told my dad that there was a deal with another family going down at a warehouse, so my dad went to stop it or, or interfere or whatever his plan was. Instead, Lewis was there and confessed everything. Dad was so mad. He was ready to kill the guy, no hesitation, but then LPD showed up. Dad drew his weapon anyway-” He scoffed again. “He didn’t stand a chance. He knew what he was doing. He made that choice. It was suicide by cop.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Tom looked down at me and gave me a sad smile.

“Harrison was there when I found out,” he continued, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I hate that day. I look back and, and I just get so mad.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I didn’t even get to mourn,” Tom said. “All I did was cry like, like a child because I knew my fate was sealed. I was 18. I wasn’t ready to do-” He motioned vaguely around. “-all this. There wasn’t even a moment for me to think about my dad or to mourn with my brothers. It was initiation right away and a meeting an hour later. And then-” He shook his head. “-we moved on. I wanted out of London, away from everything that reminded me of either of my parents. So I brought us here.”

Tom and I were quiet. His fingers continued brushing through my hair, and I placed a soft kiss to his chest. He looked down at me and smiled sadly again. “And now, we’re here,” he said. “And I have you. And if all those things didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be laying next to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met having just fucked her senseless.” I couldn’t help but giggle.

“How romantic,” I said. “Didn’t know you were such a believer in fate.”

“With my job, darling, you’ve gotta believe in something.”

I laughed and rolled over, reaching for my phone. I saw that April had texted me.

Our rent check didn’t go through. Landlord says it was paid for already?

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over at Tom. His head was turned to me, and he was mirroring my confused expression. “What?” he asked.

“Did you pay my rent?” I asked him. 

Tom scratched the back of his head and sat up. “I know you were stressed out about it,” he said. “And, I guess, considering this is my fault, I felt like it was the least I could do.” He cleared his throat, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I moved to sit on top of him so my legs were straddling his waist. “I was also thinking that, maybe, it might just be a good idea for you -for both of you- to, you know, to just move in here.”

“I thought we already were,” I teased. Tom smirked and rolled his eyes at me, his usual confidence returning.

“I mean-” He put his hands on my waist. “-for good.”

“Yeah?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah.”

I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“You would?” he said, his face lighting up. I had never seen him look like that. So … innocent? Pure? I put my hand on his cheek and rubbed my thumb across his cheekbone.

“I would,” I said. “Besides,” I added with a shrug, “that way I’ll always be watching your six.”

Tom laughed again. “Oh, thank god. I just worry so much about myself when you’re not around.”

“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically, putting my hand on his face and pushing him away from me. “You’re so annoying.”

Tom stood up from the bed and stretched, then reached for his boxers on the ground. He tugged them up his body and tossed me my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled them on, then got a bit more comfortable under the covers. Tom grabbed his phone and checked something, still standing up next to the bed. “What’re you doing?” I asked, yawning slightly. Tom looked up from his phone and smiled at me. He got on the bed and crawled over to me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“How would you feel about going to a gala?” he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and let out a short laugh.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“A gala,” he said. “Do you want to go to a gala?”

“You’re making that up,” I said.

“I’m not!” Tom said.

“Why would we go to a gala?”

“Well,” he said, “we work with a really high end real estate company. We invest in a lot of their properties, and they keep their mouths shut about what we do there. They’re hosting a gala to commemorate the opening of one of their newest properties. Since we’re their primary investors, we’re invited.” Tom put his hands on my waist and pushed my shirt up a bit, letting his thumbs grace across my skin. “I’d love to see you in a pretty gown.” He kissed my neck, and I could feel him grinning. “One that shows everyone how beautiful you are.” He sucked the skin on my neck, and I let out a soft moan. “You’re so beautiful. Wanna show you off to everyone.”

“Tom,” I sighed, curling my fingers in his hair.

“Say you’ll go to the gala?” he muttered.

“Course I will,” I said back. “I don’t have anything to wear though. And I can’t afford to buy a dress.”

“I’ll buy you one,” Tom said. “Don’t worry. Something beautiful.” He paused to kiss my neck again. “Sexy.” Another kiss. “Fucking stunning. Just like you.”

I sighed contently and closed my eyes, stifling a yawn. “Sounds great, Tommy,” I said. Tom growled and nipped at my neck. “What?” I whined. “I’m tired.”

“Why’d you call me Tommy?” he asked.

“Because it’s cute,” I said. “Stop acting all tough. I know you secretly love it.” Tom humphed and kissed the spot he had previously bitten.

“I only love it because when you say it, it usually means I get to fuck you even harder,” he said.

“Untrue!” I laughed, pushing his head away from me slightly. “I know deep underneath all this tough mob stuff, you are secretly just a fluffy haired London boy who loves a good cuddle.”

“Mm, am I that transparent?” he asked. I giggled and cuddled up to Tom’s side. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss to the top of my head. We were both quiet for a minute, and I could feel myself dosing off.

“Tom?” I whispered.

“Hm?” he hummed. He must’ve been tired too.

“I really like being with you,” I said. He let out a soft chuckle, and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“I like being with you, too.”

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“Hey, you okay?” You looked to your right and followed the sound. A blonde haired bartender with his striking blue eyes looking at yours.

It took you a second to realize he was actually talking to you. “Y-Yeah, fine” you replied, voice shaking.

He nodded suspiciously and took off serving other people coming in.

Your brain tired to remember what had happened. What was the last thing you remembered?

“Hi,” you whipped your head to the sound of the voice coming from your left, you were met with a dark eyed face, and you instantly felt uneasy.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked looking you up and down for sure checking you out and made you want to bolt out the door. “No thanks,” you replied sternly- well as stern as you could be, hoping he’d get the memo and leave you alone. Apparently he didn’t.

“Well can we at least get to know each other? If you know what I mean?” He smirked eyes locked down at your chest.

‘Was anyone seeing this?’ You thought.

“I’m Joe, what’s your name?” He finally had the decency to look in your eyes asking you.

You turned around about to cuss him out or run away which one you hadn’t decided yet,

when you suddenly froze, ‘my name?’

‘Wait a minute..’ you thought suddenly. ‘I don’t remember my name..?’ ‘Who am I?” ‘What’s my name?’ ‘Why can’t I remember my name?’ You thought and started panicking.

‘Why can’t I remember anything?’ ‘What’s happening to me?’

You didn’t know who you were, what your name was, you didn’t remember what happened, and you had no idea where you were. Yeah. You were definitely panicking.

As your breathing picked up you started looking around frantically. You didn’t know what or who you were looking for. You left the bar leaving the guy high and dry as he deserved.

What you didn’t see was the blond bartender’s eyes following you.

You tried to calm down so you wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention but it just wasn’t happening. A gentle sob came out of you, and the tears kept coming. You were feeling so incredibly lost like a child lost their mother on the street.

You’re chest felt like it was caving in and about to break. With blurry eyes you hurried over to the corner of a wall. You just wanted to hide and wake up from this nightmare. You slid down to the floor, too emotionally unstable to stand, and drew your knees to your chest and rested your head between them, Almost trying to hide from the world and to trying to calm your hyperventilating but you were too far gone.

Meanwhile in the V.I.P. area at the back was none other than most feared mobster in London, Tom Holland. He was at the top of the food chain and anyone who is everyone knew it.

After all he owned the place and It was his first night off in months that he decided that he would gladly give himself, and he was three whiskey glasses in, having the time of his life….well that was until Harrison, best friend and his second in command burst through the back interrupting Tom in the middle of a good time.

“Mate, I’m so sorry, but you know I wouldn’t have came here if it wasn’t important,” he panted, out of breath from running up the stairs to the V.I.P section. “What is it Haz?” He asked, his eyes hard and jaw clenched.

You suddenly felt a hand on knee and instinctively recoiled, letting out a sob choking you. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” you heard a soft voice say. Well as soft as a voice can be in a bar. But the lump In your throat was too big to reply to it. Loud sobs racking through your body when someone tried to touch you again on the shoulder.

“No, don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, please, please just…” you panicked. “Same thing happened when I tried talking to her, she wouldn’t talk to me,” Harrison told Tom. Tom glanced over to Haz from his crouched position in front of you.

“Okay darling, I won’t touch you again okay?” “Can you please just look at me?” “I just want to help,” Tom explained calmly.

“No, I-I-no-“ you stuttered unable to catch your breath.

“Shh, hey look me darling it okay, you’re okay,” you stared to look up slowly but surely until you faced the person owing the soft voice of whiskey.

“That’s it darling,” he was finally able to see your beautiful innocent eyes and tear stained face. “Hi, my name is Tom”

“can you tell me what your name is?” He asked gently with a smile. “You were still taking harsh breaths but calmed a bit looking into his eyes.

“I-I don’t remember,” you mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed.

“You don’t remember your name?” Tom asked skeptically.

“I don’t remember anything,” you cried. “I-I woke up like an hour ago and I was lying on the ground in the middle of the street a-and I don’t know what happened to me and I can’t remember anything,” you sobbed, breaking once more, putting your head between your knees again.

“Okay, hey you’re okay, try to calm down okay, can I touch you?” “You hesitated but nodded nonetheless , and he immediately put his hand in your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

“Hey, look me, love.” He said stern but soft.

He looked at your eyes after you slowly raised your head. “Okay let’s take a deep breath in,” he told you as he sucked in a breath encouraging you to do the same.

“And out,” he exhaled loudly and gently not to startle you reached for your hand and placed it on his chest to feel him breathing. He did this repeatedly helping you breathe in and out until your breath finally slowed. His heartbeat grounding you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, you focused on his voice over the loud noise around you. “Yeah, a bit.” You croaked. “Okay, that’s good,” he smiled.

His smile quickly dissolved once his eyes caught a look at your body. Your shoulders and arms down to your thighs are a bunch of angry looking bruises. He wondered if you were aware of them.

“W-what?” You stuttered, nervous of his sudden mood change. You were still very wary of this stranger who decided to help you for some reason you couldn’t comprehend.

Tom deduced you were in fact not aware of said injuries.

He shook his head, “Nothing don’t worry, how about we go at the back where it’s a bit quieter and you can tell me what happened, is that okay with you?” He found your eyes, expression gentle. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time around.

You looked at him eyes hesitant. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can stay here but you’re already overwhelmed and I don’t want you getting stressed out from all this noise.” He reassured you.

“No it’s okay, it actually is loud in here.” You finally found your voice.

He slowly helped you up making sure you were comfortable with him being close to you and he lead you back to the VIP area, Harrison following, where it was as he promised much quieter. He was also the only one here. He really only made this area for him and friends and family or any meetings. So it was only them inside. You walked in and the loud banging instantly came to a halt.

Shots suddenly rained down around them. Another man raced at Harry and Tom tackled him, rolling until he was using him as a shield. His body shuddered as bullets hit. Suddenly his whole weight was on Tom. Stray shots hit the light switch beside the door and the warehouse plunged into darkness. The top windows were all boarded up, and they were left with only the small sliver of light from under the door. Tom cursed under his breath. He'd barely got a look at the layout of the room.

As the body above him jerked from the blow of more bullets he worked out the trajectory of the attackers. One on the left, two on the right. He knew Harry wouldn't be far away. Just as he thought it a low whistle from the left wall sounded. The firing automatically moved to the new target and Tom pushed out from under his shield. He aimed left while circling right. The satisfying clatter of a dropped gun sounded, followed closely by a shriek as Harry managed to hit another one.

Sticking to the wall his eyes slowly started to adjust. He could see the outlines of the two men, one now on his knees. The second was skirting back, shots flailing around the room as he tried to find one of them. Noise covered by the rapid fire, Tom crept close enough to shoot him from behind.

Seven.

In the sudden silence he crouched low against the wall. His heart beat steadily despite the worry infiltrating his concentration. What if he didn't find you? What if he didn't get them all? With a sharp shake of his head he battled them back into the dark corner they'd crawled from. He was good at his job, he reminded himself, and right now his job was to find you. Scanning the room he found the other three has been spreading out, letting the others act as a distraction while they got into better positions. One covered the main door, the two others close by.

"Tom!" The urgency to Harry's voice had dread lacing into his adrenaline. He pinpointed him in the far corner. In the dim light he could see him shifting a body from a chair and laying them down on the ground. Tom was sprinting before he realised. The shots started up again, ricocheted around him as his heart stuttered in his chest. You were here. You were in reach. You weren't moving. He slid to a stop, dropping to his knees to cover your body protectively with his. Hands gripping your cheeks he barely breathed, a silent prayer chanting endlessly in his mind as he took in the sheen of sweat coating your skin.

Unable to hear your breathing he put his hand on your chest. A wet warm liquid spreading under his palm had him turn to ice. Shaking, he found his fingers coated with blood. His stomach dropped as he frantically tried to check your pulse. You were alive. You had to be. You were still warm. His fingers gripped your neck and after an agonising minute found the weak thrum of your heartbeat. He sagged for a second as he took a shuddered breath.

Harry had been returning gunfire and now paused to crouch behind the chair and reload. He signalled to a spot behind Tom and then saluted, determination radiating from him. A shout lodged in Tom’s throat as Harry suddenly turned and sprinted into the fray. This had been the plan he tried to remind himself as panic choked him. Harry could handle himself. Getting you out was the only thing that mattered.

Cradling you gently he checked over his shoulder to where Harry had indicated. Another door. Standing quickly he kicked it open, pausing only long enough to shove it closed behind him. The chaos of gunshots dampened into dull background noise as he moved through the small room and out another door at the back. He exited into what felt like a long hallway punctuated by green emergency lights. He followed them right, moving down the space as quickly as he dared in the dark. The exit came into view, the light above outlining the edge of the door, and relief flooded through him. Gathering you closer he picked up his pace.

A shot pierced the quiet hallway. Pain startled him as a bullet tore at his ear. He staggered, stumbling through the closest doorway. His grip tightened on you as he landed sharply on his shoulder with a hiss. Droplets of blood trickled down his jaw as rage filled him. Nothing was going to stop him getting you out of that door. Laying you in a safe spot he pulled out his gun.

Stepping into the hallway he fired a few rounds into the dark. A high pitched curse and a clatter followed. He kept his gun pointed towards the sound while he slipped out his phone and lit up the hallway with the torch.

Montana was kneeling on the ground, her injured right arm cradled against her chest, blood dripping onto her blouse. Her gun had fallen too far away for her to reach. She tried to shield her eyes as he stalked closer.

"We won't stop," she warned through gritted teeth, "you know we won't." Her words had his fury peaking. After everything he did for them, all the lines he'd had to cross, morals he'd had to skirt to protect them. A deadly calmness settled over him. They'd realise soon enough that you were the only thing that mattered to him now.

He raised the gun and shot her at point blank. There was no hesitation. No whisper of doubt as he'd taken in the split second of panic on her face. He regretted nothing. He knew he'd do anything to protect you and now he had.

Shoving his phone away he retraced his steps and lifted you back into his arms. Pushing out through the exit the sunlight had him ducking his head as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. His gaze caught on your face. The colour was leeching out of your skin, your lips turning blue. He scanned your body for any other wounds and the vibrant stain coating the bottom half of your shirt was suddenly all he could see. It looked almost fake. There was too much of it. Panic started to rise in his chest.

Harry yelled from the drivers seat of the SUV pulling him out of his spiral. As the rear door popped open Tom hurried over and climbed in with you. Slamming the door shut he grabbed the first aid kit as the car tailspun away from the warehouse and shot back onto the road.

Ripping your shirt open his stomach lurched as he took in the knife wound. Fumbling for some gauze pads he tried to stem the bleeding. Within seconds the fabric was soaked.

"Harry," he pleaded and the car shifted gear, the outside streaming past the windows. Stripping off his shirt he folded it roughly and used it to apply pressure.

His eyes met his brothers in the rear view mirror. The uncertainty radiating from them had Tom gripping you closer still. You would be OK. He knew harry would stop at nothing to get you to the hospital. You would be OK. With a shaky hand he brushed back the loose hair caught on your face. His thumb caressed your cheek softly in a gentle rhythm.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’m here.” His voice broke as he repeated those lines over and over, hoping for some indication you could hear him. Praying to every deity he could think of that you’d wake up. Droplets landed on you, washing away some of the blood he’d smeared onto your face. Tears he realised as more dropped steadily from his jaw. He needed you to wake up. He would do anything and everything to have you open your eyes right now. He couldn’t, wouldn't, lose you. Not like this. Not with everything still unsaid between you. He needed a chance to tell you how much he didn’t blame you for running. How much he would make every one of them pay for hurting you. And most importantly how much he loved you. Fuck, he loved you with everything he had. You not waking up wasn’t an option. He didn’t think he’d survive if you didn’t.

Your skin was starting to cool down. He draped himself over you as close as he dared, praying his body heat would help. He could see your chest struggle to take in air. His free hand fisted in your hair, his forehead pressing against yours tightly as he a sob wracked him. You just needed to hold on a little longer.

"Please, don't leave me. Please."

The car stopped. So did your breathing.

Everything suddenly moved too fast for him to keep up. The back door to the SUV was yanked open. Hands pulled him away from you. You were moved onto a stretcher. An oxygen mask was put on. Someone took over holding your wound. They were rushing you away into the hospital. He tried to follow but he wasn't quick enough. The doors closed.

You were gone.

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“don’t think negative, i know he will. you’d better prepare for the celebratory dick you’re getting after.” she giggled.

“i’m hanging up now.” you winced.

after putting on your favorite perfume (also gifted to you by tom), you left your home, walking right to toms. using the spare key he got you, you let yourself in, greeting his cat twix with a few pets.

“tom?” you called out to him.

“in the kitchen, darling.” he responded. you followed the noise of kitchen utensils clanking together, and found tom in front of the oven with his back facing you. you smiled at the sight of him doing this for you. you were so lucky to find someone to care for you as much as he did. you snuck up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.

“hey babygirl.” you greeted him.

“hello sweetheart,” he chuckled. “don’t you look gorgeous.” he pulled you up so you were leaning against his side, and gave you a long kiss.

“mm, can i have another one? just one more please?” he pouted. you laughed at him but complied, connecting your lips for another kiss. he grabbed your chin gently, holding you there for longer than you initially thought he would.

“god i love you.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one last peck. “now, you and twix get out. you’re distracting me.” he playfully nudged you away.

“but i wanna know what you’re making. it smells really good.”

“you’ll see, now go relax. it’ll be ready in a second.”

you walked into the dining room, not expecting to see an arrangement of your favorite flowers, and warm scented candles lit. you sometimes felt undeserving of the things tom did for you, but he’d always be there to tell you otherwise. you’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in a relationship, it almost felt too good to be true.

“i’m gonna take your silence as a sign that you like it.” tom spoke as he walked up behind you with two plates of spaghetti. he set the plates down and placed his hands on his hips, observing his work.

your silence was starting to worry him though, and panic started to take over. “it’s- it’s not too much is it? maybe the candles were overboard, i admit. but-“

“tom, shut up. it’s perfect. it’s so perfect.”

“okay.” he gave you his signature cute smile before sitting down with you to eat.

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“take it easy on the drinks darling, there’s something i wanna ask you later.” he grinned as you poured your second glass of wine.

you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a maniac. you almost wanted to skip the dinner and get right to the proposal. well, his question. you had to consider the fact that he was probably asking you something else. or hell, he’d probably tell you what he does for his job - after a year - and how he can afford all of the costly things he gifts you. the smile on your face dissipated as you thought about it again.

it always bothered you at the wrong moments. you were annoyed with the way you couldn’t focus on the nice dinner tom spent his time on for you. you were now thinking about his one flaw. not only was it bothersome, but it was confusing. tom claims he loves you, but he won’t trust you with the most simplest fact about him after a year of being together? it was weird and hurtful. anytime you brought up the seemingly touchy topic, he’d always brush it off or quickly change the topic.

“are you alright? you’ve gone quiet.” he asked.

there was no use in bringing it up. he’d probably start talking about the weather. so, you put on a smile and shook your head. “i’m okay, sorry.”

but tom knew you better. “are you sure? is there anything i can get you?”

maybe the truth.

“i said i’m fine, tom. can we talk about something?” you huffed.

“okay, how’s work going?” he asked.

you scoffed at the irony of the question. “it’s going great, actually. what about your job? how’s that going? whatever you do.” you sarcastically smiled.

tom sighed as he finally realizes what got you so upset. that conversation. the conversation he’s had with you so many times, that he can hardly keep track of how many times he’s discussed it with you. he knew you were getting fed up with his avoidance about it, but it was better you didn’t know yet.

“it’s fine. are you ready for dessert? your favorite ice cream is in the freezer, it’s got your name on it.” he smiled awkwardly as he stood.

you sighed as you kept your glare on him. suddenly, several red dots danced their way up toms chest, before they all merged into one spot directly in the middle of his forehead. you squinted in confusion. tom was complete oblivious to what was happening.

“tom?”

“yes love?”

“what’s- what’s on your face?”

“somethings on my face? like what?” he asked simply, happy you were the one changing the subject this time.

“red dots. like laser pointers.”

“laser pointers? what’re you-“ tom gasped as his eyes shot open. “y/n, get down.”

“what?”

“get down!” he darted towards you, as the windows started shattering as a stream bullets began rapidly firing through them. tom grabbed your arm, pulling you down harshly under the table with him.

tom held you against his chest, his hand protecting your head as you cried in fear. the deafening sounds of the shots were enough to leave your ears ringing for days. there were no thoughts in your head, except for the one where you’re about to die in toms arms. the only thing letting you know you were still there was toms rapid heartbeat banging in your ear. you didn’t lift your head from his chest until the shots stopped firing through the house, the only audible noise was your ragged breathing and sniffles.

“tom-“

“shh.” he shushed you instantly, keeping a sharp ear out for signs of any people inside. he heard deep voices approaching the windows, followed by sounds of struggling, and finally the grinding of glass met with heavy footsteps. “there are no bodies, no blood. he’s still alive, find him. the girl too.” one of the voices boomed throughout the house.

you could see numerous black shoes scattering away from the windows, in search of you and tom. the men were tearing up anything and everything in the house in order to find you both. they were already upstairs; you could hear the muffled noises of things hitting the floors.

“listen to me,” tom whispered, grabbing your face and looking you in your glossy eyes. “we’re gonna run for the garage and get the fuck out of here, alright? stay close to me.”

you watched with fearful eyes as he grabbed a gun that was tapped to the bottom of the table, checking how many rounds were in the chamber before clicking it back into place. “what- what is that? why do you have that, tom? what’s going on? who are those people-“

“baby, we don’t have a lot of time for that right now. pretty soon, they’re gonna tear up with room too so we need to go. i promise i’ll explain this all later, just let me get you somewhere safe. nod if you understand.”

you nodded as more tears rolled down your cheeks. he crawled from under the table first, checking to make sure no one was around. once he was sure it was clear, he held his hand for you to take and you followed him from under the table.

you looked around anxiously. your flowers were disarranged and ruined, the glass of the vase shattered everywhere as water began to drip onto the floor. standing there witnessing the mess on the table, you felt like you were just waiting to die. you never thought it would be possible, but you didn’t feel safe in toms house anymore.

tom stealthily lead you both to the garage door. he opened it, but it was abruptly kicked shut by one of the men. tom quickly turned toward him, and they were both aiming their guns at the others head. he was much taller and burlier than tom. the man chuckled darkly as he cocked his gun. “you didn’t think you’d get away so quickly, did you?”

“well, for a second there, yeah.” tom shrugged, his gaze never lingering.

“stop fucking around, holland. we’ve got shit to discuss, you’re coming with us whether you want to or not.” he growled.

“you could’ve rung the doorbell.”

“that your girlfriend?” the man’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes running over your body as a disgusting ring fell on his lips. “y/n, isn’t it? she’s even sexier in person. such a shame you won’t be able to spend the rest of your lives together.”

he aimed the gun towards you now, but tom shot the man’s hand before he could even fire off his gun. you shrieked as the gun went off, alerting the others upstairs. the man was now sobbing on the floor, a stream of curses falling from his mouth.

tom yanked the door open and you both made a beeline toward the car. he hardly waited for the garage to fully open before he took off, speeding right out of the neighborhood.

he sighed and rubbed his head and looked over to you. you were in a complete state of panic. your entire body was trembling has you held yourself. tears were still running down your cheeks, your mascara with them.

“are you alright?” he asked you softly.

“take a guess.” you spat. “you just shot someone, tom! he’s probably going to die now, you just killed someone!”

“i would never kill anyone in front of you.”

“not in front of me? really? do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?” you screamed.

“y/n, calm down. he’s not gonna die, i just shot his hand. the worst he’ll get is a lousy jerk off.”

“that’s not funny. and that doesn’t make me feel any better. you still shot someone.”

“what did you expect me to do, y/n? he was going to shoot you if i didn’t shoot him first. if you thought i was just gonna sit back and relax, you’re out of your fucking mind.” he snapped.

none of this was making sense. you had your heart set on a lovely dinner date with your boyfriend and possibly getting engaged, with mind blowing celebratory sex afterwards. definitely not this. you don’t even know the man beside you, all of a sudden. he was entirely unrecognizable from the man you were just having dinner with.

“what do you do for your job, tom?” you asked quietly.

his grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw, holding his silence.

“answer me.” you pressed.

“i’m the leader of a mob.” he didn’t look at you when he said it. he didn’t want to see your reaction. but he knew it was bad when you fell quiet. “i didn’t want you to find out this way. i was going to tell you, i swear.”

the leader of a fucking mob? you were dating a crime boss? these are things mentioned on the first date, right? who knows what kinds of shady shit he’s into. it didn’t sit right with you at all.

“where are you taking me.” you mumbled.

“somewhere safe. i’ll get you cleaned up, and you can get some rest.”

absolutely not. ‘somewhere safe’ was not convincing enough for you. as much as it hurt, you just wanted to get away from tom. “stop the car.” you spoke up.

“what?”

“stop the car, right fucking now.” you raised your voice.

tom obeyed, and watched as you frantically left the car and began walking along the side of the road. he sighed, rolling the window down and pulled up beside you. “y/n, what are you doing? we don’t have time for this. they’ll be on our asses any second now.”

“i’m getting the fuck away from you. i don’t want to be near you right now, i’m sure you can understand that.”

you words cut deep, but he understood you were just shaken up. “you have no where to go, y/n. some of them are most likely still in the neighborhood, you can’t go home.”

your stride faltered as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. you can’t go home. if not, where the hell could you go? you were too stubborn to get back in though. you didn’t have any money on you, but maybe you could make it to your parents if you kept walking. which would be a 25 mile walk.

“you heard him say your name, y/n. they’ve clearly done their research. they know you, whether you like it or not. they know your friends your family, their address. you’re not safe anywhere right now. if you come with me, i’ll keep you safe. you know that.”

you exhaled as you stopped walking. you hated how he was right. seeing as you had no other choice, you grumpily got back in the car, keeping your back faced towards him. he continued driving, and silence consumed the car.

you thought about twix suddenly, and a wave of dread ran through your veins. “do you think twix is okay?” you asked hopefully.

tom didn’t want to worsen your worried state, so he lied. “uh, she should be fine. probably took off when the first few shots hit.” he nodded.

you sighed a breath of relief, and tried to think about anything other than the events of the night, which proved impossible for the rest of the ride.

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it was well after 12 am once you arrived “somewhere safe”. your eyes lit up as you marveled at the enormous estate. once the gate opened, the car climbed the hill of a driveway before parking in front of the found fountain. lights shone through some of the floor to ceiling windows, giving you a glimpse of the beauty inside.

so the expensive gifts were just a tiny peak of his wealth.

tom noticed your reaction and smiled. he was relieved to see your face again. “it’s bigger on the inside, just wait.”

you watched as tom hopped out of the car, and you questioned how okay he was being right now. but you figured since he’s been doing this for god know how long, it probably doesn’t bother him as much. lucky bastard.

he opened your door for you and “come on then, let’s get you inside.”

you followed tom into the house, taking in the extravagance of the inside. the spacious loft area was well lit due to the gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above. you could see your own reflection in the glossy hardwood floors. just when you thought it couldn’t get any more beautiful.

“this is all you?” you asked, still stunned by the house’s beauty.

“mostly me,” he nodded. “you like it?”

“that’s one way to put it.” you took note of the random people who went up and down the stairs every few minutes or so, and others who were chatting in the sitting area. “and you just let people walk around the house, at all hours of the night?” you frowned.

“well, this isn’t the ‘home’ part of the house, if that makes sense. the more homey part is in the west wing. come, i’ll show you.”

“i’m sorry, the west wing? what is this, bruce manor? how big is this place?”

suddenly, someone called out to tom, their footsteps hurriedly approaching. it was a blond haired boy, about the same age as tom.

“tom, mate,” he said, clearly winded from the run. “i just got word that your back. i wish you would’ve called back up or some shit instead of running.”

“i had something important to keep safe,” tom stated, gesturing towards you. “harrison, this is y/n.”

you looked at harrison and gave him a subtle smile.

“ah, y/n. i’ve heard your name being moaned in the wee hours of the night before. it’s no wonder, though.” his eyes trailed up your body and he licked his lips, making your stomach turn.

“hey, control yourself. she’s been through enough shit tonight.” tom warned.

“yeah, no kidding.” harrison eyes were trained on your bloody knees, and you winced when you saw how your blood was beginning to trickle down your legs. you blamed adrenaline for why you couldn’t feel it before. now that attention was brought to it, it was starting to sting.

“oh darling,” tom gasped. “that looks bad.”

“man, even in the midst of almost being murdered, you’re both still at it like horn dogs.” harrison chuckled.

“tom, slap him before i do.”

“oh my god. i’m gonna go get her patched up. i’ll meet you in my office afterwards.”

“i don’t like him.” you muttered after harrison walked away.

“it took me a while too.”

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after tom treated your wounds, he left you some of his older clothes for you to change into. you snuggled into his large comfy bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry i don’t have anything cozier for you to sleep in. i don’t have… woman clothes.” he shrugged.

“don’t be sorry, it’s a comfort to me.”

“right,” he chuckled. “can i get you anything before i go?”

“just some space…” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“..space?”

the crack in his voice tugged at your heart strings, but you continued. “yes, tom. i meant what i said earlier. i can’t be around you right now. not until i can’t clear my head, okay? i still haven’t even processed the last 3 hours of the day.”

tom understand completely, but that didn’t mean he liked it. after today, he just wanted to hold you and fall asleep with you under the warm covers. he wanted to kiss you softly as you fell asleep, hear the soft whistle of your nose as you rested. but he won’t be getting any of that tonight. it hurt him to hear you say how you, the love of his life, didn’t want to be around him.

“alright. yeah, i understand. tonight was hectic. take as long as you need, sweetheart.” he leaned over to kiss your temple. “goodnight.”

he hit the light switch before he left and shut the door, leaving you to question what the fuck happened in the course of 4 hours. you were back to questioning if you were safe with tom. there was no doubt that your life was in good hands since, apparently, he’s good with a gun. but what if those people came back? you recalled how they were searching for you as well. what would happen if they found you? what would they do with you? what if tom couldn’t save you this time? the thought alone sent chills down your spine.

you were feeling too much all at once. hurt because tom lied to you and terrified for your life. confused, because you weren’t sure who you were dating anymore. it was funny how you were so ready to get tied down to him, and now you were second guessing that.

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“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”

“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”

“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”

You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.

Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”

You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”

He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”

“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”

“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”

“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”

“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”

“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”

“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”

“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”

“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”

“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”

“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”

“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”

You just pursed your lips and left the room.

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Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.

“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.

“Fine.”

“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”

“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.

“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”

You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”

“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”

“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.

He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.

“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.

“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”

Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.

“Dig in,” he smiled at you.

A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”

“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”

“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”

“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”

“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”

“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”

“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.

“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”

Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”

“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”

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Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.

Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.

“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”

“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”

“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”

“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”

You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.

“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.

You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.

“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”

You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach. 

“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”

You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.

It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.

You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.

“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”

When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.

“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”

Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate. 

“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”

You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

“Tom?” you sniffled.

He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”

You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.

Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.

While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.

“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed. 

“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”

You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”

“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”

“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”

“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”

You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”

“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”

You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”

“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.

“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”

“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”

“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.

“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”

You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.

Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’

“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”

“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”

You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”

Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”

“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”

“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”

“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”

“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”

“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”

You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”

“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom.”

“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.

“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.

“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”

“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”

“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.

“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”

“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”

“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”

“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”

You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”

“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.

“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.

“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”

“You’re the best husband.”

“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”

“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”

You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”

You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”

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You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her. 

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips, 

"So… when were you gonna tell me?" 

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums, 

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn, 

"You're staying with me." You scoff, 

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it, 

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside, 

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know." 

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns, 

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner, 

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs, 

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod, 

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him, 

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip, 

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again, 

"I could've helped you." You shake your head, 

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns, 

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad." 

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns, 

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head, 

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me." 

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow, 

"I can't have her used against me-" 

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him, 

"I'm scared." 

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow, 

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands, 

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod, 

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh, 

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods, 

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back, 

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows, 

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles, 

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle, 

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs, 

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead, 

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles, 

"She deserves the world." 

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods, 

Tom sat behind his desk, eyes bored as his men come up with excuses. "Boss, it wasn't intentional we-" Tom raises his hand, they know to stop talking.

"You both told me the building would be empty, an easy job. But I sent my men in there, and they were compromised. Explain how this happened." Tom's voice is calm, but the thickness in his accent makes the room filled with unease. Not everyone would be leaving this alive.

"Boss, the tip we got, it was airtight they-" Tom raised his hand again.

"This tip, it was from the Anderson brother, correct?" The men stiffen at the name mention of the name.

"Uh- yeah," one of them, Mark, says lowly.

Tom nods, "Interesting, 'cause I talked to them the other day. We actually had a good talk, and they said they had a mole, someone streaming money to some other organization, somewhere down the line my name came up," Tom leans his elbows on the table, "So why don't you stop lying and explain to me why the two of you were associating with the mole in the Anderson organization."

The expression on Mark and Paul's face fall, and they exchange a look before turning back to Tom, Paul being the first one to speak up. "They said they'd pay us. We reached out to the mole, and they want you dead. Our job was to lure you to the building. We figured you'd have enough balls to go there yourself instead of sending your minions." There was no reason to lie. They got caught. There was no way they would leave alive.

"But you know, boss, there are some things we're even more interested in now," Mark speaks, "Why didn't you go?" Mark asks suspiciously, "You haven't been leaving lately. And why so obsessive over you're house?" Mark leans up, trying to be intimidating, "What else is behind that door, Tom?"

Tom stares at them unamused, his eyes flickering to Harrison, who stands in the corner of the room next to two of his assistants. A smirk grows on Tom's face, "My whereabouts, my office, what's behind lock doors is in no concern to you." As Tom finishes his sentence, the phone on his desk rings, and usually, he would answer during something like this, but when he glances at the name, having to do a double-take when he sees it labeled as "Home."

Tom had phones (landlines) throughout your part of the house that went directly to his office phone and his office phone only. You couldn't have his office number on your phone, and he couldn't be taking phone calls on his phone during the day. So if you needed to reach him for any reason, you could use one of the phones to contact his office, but that usually meant it was something important.

Nonchalantly he picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Hello?" He uses his usual work tone, not wanting Mark and Paul to suspect anything and knowing you understood why he'd speak differently over the phone. The other end of the line is quiet, and it gives him an uneasy feeling in his gut. Before he can say anything else, he hears your voice. Your weak voice calls out his name quietly. He keeps his expressionless face, waiting for you to say something else.

When you don't, when the line stays quiet, he swallows hard, hanging up the phone and standing from his desk, walking to the door and gripping the handle to turn and open it, trying to keep his composure. "Kill them," he says simply to the two men next to Harrison, then turning his gaze to Harrison and nodding to follow him. Mike and Paul stood from their chairs, wanting to protest, but not in time. Tom and Harrison were already out of the room and many feet down the hall.

Tom and Harrison strolled past the many guards standing in the hallways. Harrison didn't know what was going on. He could tell by Tom's behavior that it was important enough for him to leave what they were in the middle of, plus when he noticed Tom's headed toward the door that separated his office and your part of the house, Harrison knew something was wrong.

When they got to the door, the only part of the office with no guards around it, he opened it right away, pushing it and rushing through the home. "Y/n!" he shouted through the house as Harrison closed the door behind him. Tom moves through the home, waiting for a reply but earning none. Each room he passes, he looks at the phones to see if he can see which had gotten picked up, knowing you hadn't hung up, meaning it wouldn't be on the hook.

When he reached your shared bedroom, he saw the bathroom light on, quickly moving inside the room and opening the bathroom door. Tom felt like his whole soul, all the blood in his body, everything, completely drained from him he saw you laid on the ground. He could tell you fell when you tried to get out of the tub, hitting your head on the counter.

Tom ran to you, kneeling down, stopping himself from grabbing you when he saw the small puddle of blood under your head. His hands ghosted over your body, his eyes wide and chest rising and falling fast as he tried to stay calm. "Haz call Mya," Tom said frantically. Mya was the medic Tom hired to see you, and she was the only one outside of his family and Haz who knew about you. He trusts her and pays her a lot.

Tom gently takes your face in his hands, looking for any sign of you being awake. "Love? Love, open your eyes. Can you do that for me?" Tom asks softly, putting his hand to your forehead and stroking it a few times. For a moment, he brings his attention to your stomach, examining it, making sure there wasn't a wound or damage from the fall. You're nine months pregnant, due any day now, and Tom was doing his best not to think about that part, or else he would've gone insane.

He slowly took your head in his hands and turned your head, looking to see if you were still bleeding. He couldn't tell, so he slowly picked up your head, placing it in his lap as he waited, hoping Maya would get there soon. Tom takes a nearby towel, putting it over your naked body, wanting you to be warm and hopefully drying you off a little.

"You should get her off the floor," Harrison says from the door. Tom nods, slowly taking you in his arms, not caring that he's basically sitting in your blood, ruining his suit. As he moves you, you start to stir, feeling the familiar feeling of being in your husband's arms.

"Tom," you say weakly.

"Hi," he says softly, smiling, "Gonna try to stand, ok love?" Tom uses his strength to pick you up and help you stand.

If it's any other time, Tom wouldn't have made you walk, he would've picked you up himself and carried you, but since you had the extra weight of being pregnant, he knew he couldn't. He helps you stand, taking as much of your weight as he can as you lean on him. Tom wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds the blanket around you. "Walk slow, love. I got you. I called Mya already. She should be here any moment," Tom says as you shuffle slowly out of the bathroom.

"Tom," you say, whimper, "Feel weird." Tom stopped when he felt you moving. You moved your hand, resting it on your stomach, which felt weird and not a good weird.

"Ok. Ok, don't worry, you need some rest. We'll sit down for a moment while we wait for Mya, ok?" Tom keeps walking with you, getting you out the door. He would've left you lay in bed, but it was too high up, and he knew you probably couldn't make it, so we led you out of the bedroom to the couch.

He sat you down, squatting in front of you and checking your head. "Lay down. I'm going to get another towel," Tom says, helping you stretch out on the couch and lay your head comfortably on the pillow. Tom stands, turning around to Harrison to walk toward the kitchen, but pauses in his tracks, his eyes widening. Harrison looks confused at why he's looking at him like that, but he continues to walk closer to him, getting out of your earshot.

He stops in front of Harrison, leaning to his ear and speaking quietly. "Why is the door open?" Tom's eyes trained on the open door that separates his office and his home, starring directly down the dark hallway where anyone could walk in. Harrison's eyes widen, and he turns around, cursing when he sees the open door. He turns back to Tom, and they exchange eye contact and have a silent discussion and agreement. Harrison turned and left out of the room, closing the door behind him and rushing down the hallway while Tom went back to caring for you, but now on extra high alert.

Tom knew Harrison had closed the door. He heard the click as they walked through, so he wasn't blaming him. Therefore that would've meant someone else opened it, and someone else was potentially walking through the house right now. But Tom needed to keep his composure, keeping you calm, and everything would stay under control.

Tom walked to get you a towel and the first aid kit. He sat next to you, bringing the towel to dap at the blood patch on your forehead. You hiss and pull away slightly, not getting very far because of the state you're in and because the couch wasn't wide enough. When Tom finishes whipping away some of the blood, he props the towel under your head, letting it catch any other blood that comes out. He kneels next to your head and places a gentle hand on your forehead, rubbing it softly as you close your eyes, wanting to get a second of rest. Everything in Tom's body says not to let you close your eyes, but he goes against it, putting his index and middle finger on your wrist and holding it, making sure he can feel your pulse while your eyes are closed.

It wasn't long before Harrison rushed back into the room, making Tom's head snap in his direction. Harrison nodded his head in a way that told Tom he needed to get up, that whatever Harrison had to say, he didn't want you to hear. Tom put your wrist down, standing up and walking to Harrison, leaning in to hear whatever he says. "Mike and Paul got away. There are no guards in the hallway. You and Y/n need to get out of here. It's not safe."

Tom doesn't respond, only turning and walking back to you. "Y/n," he touches your cheek, trying to wake you, "Y/n, we have to go. Something happened. We have to go." You weakly open your eyes, letting out a whine, not wanting to get up. "I know, love, I know, but it's not safe here." Tom pulls you up, helping you stand and clutching the towel from the bathroom around your still naked body.

"Wha- what happened?" you ask weakly.

"I'll explain later, love, come on," Tom says, walking you toward the door that led to the outside.

When you get to the door, Haz goes to turn the handle and open it, but he can't. He uses more strength, trying to force it open, and still nothing. Haz turns around, wanting to keep his composure, but a growing panicked look in his eyes.

"It's being blocked from the outside." Tom sucks in a breath, nodding slowly.

"Ok. We can go through the other door," Tom says, his voice unsettlingly calm.

"Are you sure?" Harrison asks, giving Tom a worried look.

"Yeah. Yeah, you said the guards are gone. It should be fine." Tom turns and helps you shuffle toward the door separating his office areas and your home. When you reach the bedroom door, he pauses and tells Harrison to wait with you. He comes back seconds later with one of the shirts that were too big on him, knowing it'd fit across your swollen stomach.

He removes the towel from your shoulders, Harrison awkwardly looking away, and Tom puts you in the shirt, buttoning it up and then moving to keep walking. Tom has one of his arms around your waist, and he nods his head for Haz to step closer and help you also, wanting to move a little quicker and get out of as fast as possible. Harrison wraps his arms around your shoulders, taking more of your weight as you move to the door.

They move as quickly as possible, moving you toward the door and into the office area. Tom made it clear you could never go through the door if he wasn't with you, and even now, this was your very first time seeing the section of the house. They open the door, showing a dark hallway. You walk through, taking in as much of the scenery as you can, knowing you'll probably never see it all again.

As you walk, you feel another weird pain, stopping in your tracks and biting your lip. "Tommy," you whimper, slightly hunching over.

"Love? What? What is it?" he turns to you, looking over your face for a sigh. You open your mouth, nothing comes out, but then you feel it, and they see it. Your water broke, making a puddle around your feet.

Tom's eyes widen as he looks down. "For god's sake," he sighs. You lean over, holding on to Tom as your knees threaten to give out.

"Mate, we have to go back," Harrison says. "We won't make it out fighting, especially not like this. She's having this baby here, and now, we have to go back."

Tom sighs in frustration and closes his eyes for a second before nodding and adjusting his grip enough to turn you around so you three can walk back toward the bedroom. It's less you walking and more them basically dragging you. Your legs are jelly, and you're in intense pain.

Fortunately, you make it back to the bedroom without any additional problems. Tom and Harrison lay you on the couch, and Harrison runs to get towels from the bathroom.

Tom stands and takes the towels from Harrison. "Do you know what you're doing?" Harrison asks quietly.

"Not a clue. But how hard can it be, right?" Tom half shrugs, trying to hide his nervousness and fear. Tom goes to you, kneeling next to the couch and putting his hand on your forehead. "Love, I know it's not ideal, but you'll have to have the baby here," Tom says softly.

"No," you whine, "Tom, what if- what if-"

"I know, I know, but we don't have a choice, ok?"

Does Tom know what he's doing? No. Will he try to wing it with the minimal knowledge he got about birth and deliver the baby anyway? Absolutely. Tom's no idiot. He knows the basics. He's lived life. But knowing about it and actually doing it are very different. However, he has no other choice. He isn't going to let you suffer, and he can't exactly get you out of the mansion at the moment. He has to step up.

Tom goes to your feet, spreading your legs and putting them up so he can get a clear view. He immediately goes pale. Birth is a beautiful thing, but this's the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he'd seen a lot.

"O-ok, love, um, you need to push, alright?" Tom tries to sound confident and not gag as he gets into position between your legs, a towel in his hands ready to catch the baby. Harrison walks up behind Tom, ready with more towels.

Harrison takes one look and immediately walks up to where your head is, offering to just hold your hand. You accept and start pushing, screaming from the pain that you’ve never felt before. “Ok, ok keep going, love I see the head,” Tom says, glancing up at you for a moment. He moves his towel-covered hands around, trying to find the right place to keep them.

You keep pushing, tears running down your face as you hold on to Harrison’s hand hard enough to break it. Tom sees your little girl coming, her head fully out, plus her shoulders and almost her full torso. Tom holds her head and gently pulls as you push, doing one last big push and her coming all the way out in his hands, filling the room with cries.

“You did it! Hey, you did it!” Tom smiles and wraps the towel around the baby, bringing her up to you, setting her on your chest. You remove your hand from Harrison’s, wrapping your arms around her and watching her, tears continuing to fall, but from happiness. “So proud of you,” Tom whispers and kisses your head.

Tom starts to pull away, and you look up at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling clingy. “W-where are you going?” you ask.

“Not going anywhere, Darling. I’m right here. I’m only going to clean up a bit, but I won’t leave the room,” he assured you.

You nod and watch as he goes back to your feet, looking between your legs again, relieved when he sees that it’s not too much bleeding and you don’t need stitches.

Tom isn’t 100% sure of how much he should try to clean and what he should let go back on its own, not wanting to do something wrong and harm you. He ends up cleaning around your legs as much as he can and then getting a clean towel to wrap around your waist.

After you get a few minutes with your girl, Tom says he’ll help you move to the bed so it’s more comfortable. You hold your baby close to your chest as Tom helps you up and carries you to the bed. He has you sit up for a moment so he can remove the shirt you have on, giving you a new and clean one.

He settles you in the bed, your baby still in your arms as you get let down, laying on your side being the most comfortable position right now. You lay your girl next to you, she’s wrapped in a towel and not crying anymore, her tired eyes looking at her minimal surroundings.

Tom slides in behind you, having removed his own dirty clothes, not wanting to get it all in the bed. He wraps his arm around you and you both look at your little girl, love in your eyes. Harrison travels back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom, cleaning up the couch and letting you guys have your time. 

It’s quiet and peaceful. You and Tom act without a care in the world, happy you’re ok, happy your baby is ok, knowing, hoping, nothing will ruin the moment. At this time, you don’t think about why you’re here, about the fact there are people looking for Tom right now, two individuals wandering his mansion looking for his secrets. But there you both are, in bed with your newborn, as if you don’t have a care in the world.

»»——⍟——««A/n: yeahhh a lot happened here. This took really long for me to finish and I still didn’t technically do it how I want, butttt if you guys really liked it and stuff I’ll do a part 2

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