'Until Death Do Us Apart' (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 86

'*Made To Love You - Dan Owen*'

MONDAY 26.06.2023

The ringing of Tom's phone woke me up from the beautiful dream I was having. Without opening my eyes, I swept my nightstand with my weak hand so I could throw the object at my peacefully sleeping man.

"Yes?" he breathed, clearing his throat.

His hair was completely disheveled and flying in all directions on top of his head. His little half-opened eyes struggled to stay open, still very sleepy. His naked torso was revealed by the blanket that was lodged at the height of our hips, offering me an unobstructed view of his beautiful body.

"It's only 6 a.m.," he said, scratching his forehead.

His neck was decorated by small scratches I had inflicted on him the night before while we were making love. A small spot of blood colored the white pillow at the top of his back, where I had planted my nails during my second orgasm.

"Yes I did and yes we are. I'll call you back later. Love you," he said before hanging up.

He tossed his phone to the other side of the room while rubbing his eyes. His tired little gaze slid into my eyes, causing a loving, cracking smile on his thin pink lips. His mouth rested briefly on my forehead, offering me a small, warm kiss.

"My mom says 'hi'," he informed me, resting his right arm on my left hip. "I told her I was pretty much going to propose to you last night and she was worried because she hadn't heard from me," he added, opening his eyes fully.

"I didn't know you talked to her about it," I smiled as I stroked his hair.

"Yeah well, I was honestly freaking out," he explained a little embarrassed.

Gently and awkwardly, he leaned on his left elbow so he could kiss me on the lips. My fingers caressed his jawbone while his right hand was on my cheek. We had quickly fallen asleep after making love, our bodies totally drained of all their energy. Still naked, I noticed that I had residue of our juices stuck to the inside of my weak thighs.

"Good morning princess," he spoke as he broke the kiss.

"Good morning my fiancé," I replied with a cheesy smile.

A small, tired and embarrassed laugh escaped from his throat, revealing his beautiful white teeth under his thin lips. I was cheesy but I didn't care, I was more in love and happy than ever. His mouth quickly rested against mine, giving me another deep passionate kiss. I couldn't get enough of him, I felt like I always needed more. I briefly slipped my tongue around his, to accentuate our love a little.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, I sipped my coffee while Tom drank his tea. Without noticing, I was playing with the ring that decorated my finger as my man looked intently at my hands. This was the most beautiful and meaningful ring in the world.

"What?" I asked with a frown as my gaze met his.

"Are you going to wear it for the interview?" he returned, pointing to the ring.

"Yes. If that's okay with you?" I replied with a small embarrassed smile.

"It's perfect for me darling," he said, wrapping his hand around mine.

I was a little panicked about tonight's interview. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know what kind of questions I would be asked. I had been interviewed hundreds of times but this was my first time on a talk show.

It was clear that it was going to start with questions about how we met and how we were as a couple. Then we would probably talk about Taylor and our age difference and finally discuss the ring I was proudly wearing.