Chapter Thirty Five: Early Hours

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You bolt up in bed and throw the blankets off of you. Your feet make a loud pounding noise as you rush to the bathroom. Your knees hit the floor hard as you hunch over the toilet, your hands gripping the edge of it tightly. Morning sickness. You hear footsteps and feel your hair being pulled back. Tom sits cross-legged on the floor next to you, still keeping your hair from falling into your face. You sit back after a minute and Tom pulls you onto his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Mm?" he hums, his eyes closed.

"It's three in the morning and we're sitting on the bathroom floor."

His eyes open and he looks down at you.

"It's the least I can do. You're the one carrying our baby for the next few months, not me."

He leans down to kiss you, but your hands fly to cover your mouth. You're shaking your head.

"Tom," you say from behind the barricade your hands have made, "I don't think you want to kiss me right now."

It takes him a second longer than it should before he realizes what you mean.

"Right," he nods. "Are you feeling better? Can we go back to bed?"

You nod and slowly get to your feet. You move toward the sink and grab your toothbrush.

"I'll be there in a minute."

Tom kisses the top of your head before disappearing into the bedroom. A minute later you join him, but you notice he's already asleep. Gently you press your body against his, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours, but not wanting to wake him. You lie there for a long while, but the task of sleeping seems impossible. Slowly you pull away from your husband and grab the laptop sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.

You mess around on the computer for a bit. Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter. There doesn't seem to be much going on. You've been neglecting your emails for a few days, so you decide to answer a few of them. Soon you feel Tom's arms snake around your waist.

"What are you doing, love?"

"I can't sleep, so I'm trying to pass the time."

"Why didn't you wake me? I could have done something," he frowns up at you.

"You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to disturb you. You need to get as much sleep as you can."

"So do you. You've got a baby growing inside of you."

You sigh, "I know."

You sit there for a few minutes answering emails, Tom's arms still around your waist.

"Tom!" you exclaim, leaning closer to the computer.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Sarah just emailed me an-"

"Which Sarah, your sister or mine?"

"Yours. She says that the people are calling you the sexiest man alive!"

This catches his attention and he sits up and looks over your shoulder to read the email.

"Didn't you just tell me last month that Adam Love-something was the sexiest man alive?"

"Adam Levine," you correct him, "and it looks like whoever decided that was wrong, because people are voting you sexiest man."

"Hm. How does that make you feel?" he grins at you.

"Like you should be married to someone ten times hotter than me."

"There's nobody hotter than you."

"You have to say that. There's got to be something about me that you'd want to change."

"I already changed it."

"What's that?"

He moves your hair out of the way and kisses your neck. "Your last name."

"Damn it, Thomas," you say, turning to look at him.


"You're so freaking smooth. How the hell do you do that?"

He chuckles and moves the laptop away from you, setting it on the bedside table. He grips your waist tightly and pulls you in for a kiss. He rolls you onto your back and he hovers above you on his hands and knees.

"I think I know how to help you pass the time," he grins.

"How?" you giggle.

"I think you have a pretty good idea."

His head dips down and his lips press forcibly against yours. Your head moves up to meet him and your arms wrap greedily around his neck.

"Will it hurt the baby?" he asks.

You chuckle. "The baby will be fine."

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