Chapter Fifty Six: Forgotten

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You open your eyes, expecting Tom to be lying next to you, ready to shower you with birthday wishes. Instead, the bathroom door opens and he walks out, already fully dressed.

"Good morning," he flashes you a smile.

"'Morning," you mumble. "Why are you dressed already?"

"Day out with the boys."

Your eyes almost pop out of your skull. Tom's never left you on your birthday.

"Oh. Well when were you going to tell me?"

"I just did."

You nod. Is this a joke? Maybe he's planning some sort of surprise. He couldn't have forgotten my birthday. He never has before. He makes his way to the bed and kisses your forehead.

"I'll be home tonight." And he's gone.

You stare at the door, unable to comprehend what just happened. You crawl out of bed and wander around the house, looking for some sign that Tom remembered the special day. Nothing. You sigh and pick up your laptop. Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter are all exploding with birthday messages. Even Tom's fans are sending birthday wishes.

The day slowly slips by and every phone call, text message, or email makes you jump, expecting Tom to be on the other end of it. You begin to get suspicious. You start thinking of things that Tom could be doing right now to surprise you. He's probably not even out with the boys. He's probably planning some sort of surprise party or something. Your suspicions are cut short, however, when you receive a picture message from Tom of him and the boys in a bar, having a good time.

It's nearly five o'clock when you hear the front door shut and Tom glides into the living room.

"Let's go out for dinner," he almost sings. "To celebrate."

You sit up tall, a smile forming on your lips. "To celebrate what?"

"The end of a wonderful day."

"Is that all?" you ask, your face falling ever so slightly.

"What else is there to celebrate? Emma said she would watch William for the night, so we can have the evening all to ourselves. Go put on a nice dress and I'll go get William's stuff together."

Tom's out of the room before you can say another word. Slowly you make your way to the bedroom to get dressed. Is he playing a trick? You put on Tom's favorite black dress and curl your hair. You walk out of the bedroom to see Tom and William by the door, waiting for you.

"Darling you look beautiful," he smiles, kissing you gently.

Half an hour later you've dropped William off at Tom's sister's and are sitting in small restaurant a few blocks away from your house. Tom talks about his day, new scripts that he's been given to read over, and seemingly everything other than your birthday. You're not listening anymore, your mind has wandered away from the conversation.

"Darling? Are you alright? You've been awfully quiet all night."

"I'm fine," you lie, faking a smile.

Tom eyes you suspiciously before continuing to talk. By the time you've finished dinner and are in the car on the way home, you feel the anger building inside of you. With every word Tom speaks, you grow more irritated. You walk into the house and drop your coat and purse on the floor.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Tom questions, picking your stuff up and putting them in their proper places.

You ignore him and walk into your bedroom. You stand by the window and stare at the night sky. Tom soon follows you and collapses onto the bed. The room is quiet for a minute.

"What's the matter?" he sighs.

"Nothing," you insist coldly.

"No. Not nothing. You're mad. What did I do?" You don't respond, keeping your eyes glued to the sky. "Did I forget something? Did we have plans that I missed? Did I...Oh. Oh, God. Darling I'm so sorry. Happy birthday."

You hear the bed creak and footsteps behind you. His arms snake around your body. He's about to kiss your temple, but you force yourself from his arms and turn to look at him. Your jaw is clenched tightly as you stare at the tall man in front of you. He runs his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry."

A tear falls from your eye and he wipes it away with his thumb.

"I've been waiting to hear from you all day. You never forget, Tom. Never."

"I know. I'm so sorry. Maybe...Maybe this will make it up to you."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it, revealing a diamond crusted heart hanging off of a silver chain. You look up at him and he smiles at you.

"What?" you ask, unable to wrap your mind around what's happening.

"I could never forget your birthday."


"Shh." His lips brush against yours.

You pull back angrily.

"Why did you wait all day? I thought you'd forgotten."

"Why didn't you do the laundry today?"

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's laundry day."

"It's my birthday. I let myself take the day off," you fume.

He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bedroom and toward the laundry room. He flicks the light on.

"If you would have done the laundry, you would have seen that I didn't plan on waiting until tonight."

Sitting on the dryer is a bouquet of roses and a box of your favorite chocolates. An envelope with your name on it sits propped against the vase. You open it.


Happy birthday. You thought I'd forgotten, didn't you? Of course I didn't forget. I'm out with the boys right now. We're headed out for a few drinks before I go pick up your birthday gift. I ordered it especially for you and it's supposed to come in sometime this afternoon. I'll be home tonight. Be ready for a nice dinner out. Emma will watch William. Call me when you get this. I love you.


"When you never called, I figured you didn't get my note."

"You should have just said something this morning," you mumble.

Tom only gives you a smile before pulling you in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I know you didn't."

He grabs your hand and raises it to his mouth, kissing it gently. He's pulling you back toward the bedroom. He sheds his suit jacket and tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room. His lips meet your neck as his fingers work to unzip your dress.

"Happy birthday," he whispers.

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