summary: making a mistake after having way too many drinks can change everything
pairing: ceo!tom x female reader
a/n: Hey guys, it's my ya girl. I'm FINALLY back, it was about time. I didn't plan on making you wait that long. My life is just a complete mess at the moment and I didn't find time to get something done. I'm so sorry for the delay ;; I can't tell you when the next chapter will come. I'll try my best to write as fast as possible! Thank you so much for still sticking with me, you're all the best! As always, I’m sorry for all the possible mistakes (I’m like 100% sure that there is plenty of it! And I’ll correct them later!) It’s possible that some turn of phrase or else are awkward, that’s because English’s not my mother tongue. Feedback is always welcome, feel free to ask me/tell me anything. The taglist is open if some of you are interested.
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Two short months had passed since the night Tom had come back. And he never left again. You didn't really know if he still saw her and you didn't want to think about it. You wanted to believe that he really chose you for what you really were and not because of the baby you were waiting for. You wanted to believe in his feelings. You always kept this little apprehension and restraint, your feelings were present, but you didn't want it to get the upper hand. Because after all, you could only be a passing thing. You didn't really have the opportunity to talk about the contract for a while so you weren't sure if it still stands. And you probably wouldn't ask him, you already had enough on your mind.
Tom's attitude made you think quite the opposite, that he had set the contract aside or even shredded it. He was so enthusiastic about you and the baby. He always had a little thought, whether in the morning at breakfast or in the evening when he came home from work. Now that you were in your fourth month of pregnancy, your little belly started to show and he loved to touch it. The first few times, you were quite embarrassed. Tom never really touched you, except for that night and the time he kissed you. However you got used to it quickly, and the baby too. He moved non-stop the day, not giving you a moment of calm. As soon as Tom arrived he calmed down. The baby was not even born yet that it was already hooked to Tom. He had that power over people, you fell for his charm too quickly.
Lately, it's been the same every day. Your only activities were to read, get out Tessa (but always with someone, most often one of the twins or Harrison, the Holland were scared that something might happen to you), and occasionally see Dylan and Lizzy. Not that going out didn't really miss you, but it was the fact of being always watched who weighed you a little. Nikki and Dom were adorable and would do anything for you, but it was quite stifling. Especially from Nikki. You'll never thank her enough for what she did for you, but sometimes it was too much.
You took advantage of the fact that the house was empty, which was rare nowadays, to sit comfortably in the big sofa of the living room to read a book, Tessa lying at your side, head securely against your stomach.
If anyone stuck it in this house it was Tessa. She didn't let anybody she didn't know get close to you and always stayed by your side, except of course when Tom was out walking her. At that moment she was completely unaware to you. Like every day other days, you waited for Tom's return, with always in mind the fact that he could leave at any time.
Tom was constantly tired and it didn't come from his work. He knew where it came from, though he preferred not to think about it. That was a bad thing, there were people he needed to take care of now. It was always easier to ignore it and think about something else.
And to think about something else he didn't have to go very far. He just had to go home and find you. Most of the time, when he came back you were waiting for him with a book in his hand and Tessa by your side. And that was the only thing that matters right now. Tom had decided to no longer overthinking things and appreciated the present moment. Of course, Leah was still there somewhere but she wasn't the one who mattered, at least not for the moment. He seemed to be in a great place about it, strangely enough. And that convinced him about his choice.
He came out of his thoughts when someone knocked on the window of his car. He turned his head to find Harry, looking at him somewhat dazed.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked once Tom lowered the glass.
“What’s it look like? I’m going home,” Tom retorted.
“You’ve been seated here for 10 minutes straight. Without moving.”
“Oh, you can think?” Harry said mockingly.
“Move, you div,” Tom laughed raising the glass and getting out of the car.
“She’s waiting for you, you know,” Harry said leaning on Tom’s car, waiting for him to walk back home.
“I know, I don’t want to keep her waiting. And I need to take Tessa for a walk.”
“You’re a lucky bastard,” Harry laughed putting his right arm on Tom’s shoulder. “She’s really great,” he added more seriously.
Tom knew how lucky he was, he was aware of it. Another person wouldn't stand what he had done to you. You were special and he only realized it now. They both came back, it was quite late so Tom didn't think you waited. Tessa ran up when she heard the front door open and recognized Tom's steps. You had tried to stay awake as long as you could but sleep got the best of you. You did nothing special in the day but the little peanut inside you gave you no peace. Tom came back from his daily walk with Tessa and was surprised to find you asleep in a strange position on the living room couch. He took a few minutes to watch you before eventually waking you up. He had never felt that way with Leah. He couldn't put words on how he felt, but he knew it was entirely different from all his previous relationships – not that he had tons of them. He was more the kind of guy to only have one-night stands and not be serious. Not wanting to disturb you in your slumber, he held you in his arms and brought you to your room – as calmly and safely as possible – to place you in the bed. Tessa, behind him, was thrilled to jump on the bed and lie down at your feet, watching over you.
"Tom, we’re going to be late," you shouted from the living room.
You had an appointment to know the baby's gender and you didn't want to be late. As if the day wasn't already stressful enough, there was a big charity gala tonight. It will be your first appearance since the disaster of the last time. However this time, you'll be joining as Tom's wife, not as a secretary or a mistress. His wife.
"I’m coming, here I am," he replied descending the stairs and putting on his leather jacket.
You took a few moments to admire him. It wasn't often that he dressed as casual. You were more accustomed to costumes, though you quickly got used to the jogging t-shirt he wore when he came home. You always had a hard time telling yourself that all of this "belonged to you" and that you could say that it was your husband. It was crazy and insane for you. Not so long ago, you had a job of misery – even if technically you liked it, it was the atmosphere that was shabby – a trashy boyfriend and you lived in a flatting situation with your best friend. And there you shared a beautiful house with a Greek god and you were surrounded by great people. Of course, without all the problems you had to meet on your way. But of a rather optimistic nature, you put them aside, taking advantage of this break to enjoy your pregnancy. The ride to the gynaecologist's office was quiet, Tom drove as carefully as he could, his hand secured on your stomach. A habit he took these past few months. Once arrived, we called you quickly, after all, you were late. Tom didn't want to admit it – you had never seen so much bad faith in anyone before. You just laughed at his bad faith. A nurse guided you to the doctor's surgery where she was waiting for you. When you entered the room, she got up and greeted you before inviting you to sit down.
“I’m happy to see you both here today,” the middle-aged woman said joyfully. “The father’s presence is really important for the baby as much as for the mother.”
“I do my best,” Tom admitted.
“I can see it, your presence today is the proof.”
Tom smiled and held your hand tighter as he listened to the ob-gyn’s words. After the many recalls, the consultation began. You got up and headed to the examination table, Tom on your heels.
“We’ll know the baby gender today, right?” the woman smiled while she applied the icy gel on your belly.
“Yes,” Tom rushed to answer, which made you smile.
“Someone is in a hurry,” the ob-gyn laughed.
The exam went on normally, the doctor took her time to explain everything that was happening on the screen. Tom couldn't stay still and literally drank in the doctor's words. It made you enthusiastic to see him like that and you couldn't imagine the latter with mini you running in the Holland property.
“What?” Tom smiled at you. You didn’t even realize you were staring at him.
“Nothing,” you blushed, looking away.
"Congratulations! It's a girl!" the woman said happily.
"A girl," Tom repeated not believing his eyes.
A little girl, he was going to be a dad. These words hit him hard. Now it was hard facts. You knew the gender and you will soon look for a name. Whereas before, he knew she was there, he saw the belly grow from month to month and he didn't forget about its existence but it was easier to put it aside. To act as if nothing had happened. But now he couldn't bury his head in the sand any more. He was going to be a dad and taking care of a family. And that, it terrified him much more than he would dare to admit.
"I'm beyond happy! I… I don’ know what to say. I’m at loss of words." Tom declared quickly. "And I need to call my mum! Oh my god, she'll be so happy. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Hum," you said as he kissed the top of your head.
When Tom came out, the doctor waited a few minutes before speaking. Making sure that the young man wouldn't resurface.
"You seem a lot closer than during the last appointment. In fact, you’re like chalk and cheese.”
"Ah, yeah" you replied awkwardly. "He made a lot of efforts for the baby. I’m hopeful.. for both of us.”
"Does he.. he treat you well?"
"Of course! Why wouldn’t he?"
"Well, pregnancy can also be hard to live for the husband. And it’s the first time he came to an appointment."
"I believe you, but you shouldn’t glorify him. You must also communicate so that all these emotions don't eat you up inside, especially with your poor record."
"Yes doctor, don't worry, he takes really good care of me and does his best to free himself as much as possible."
And as if Tom had felt that you were talking about him, he returned to the room, a big smile on his face.
"I'll leave you a few moments, while I'm going to print the ultrasounds," she said before leaving the room, giving you a big smile.
Tom sat next to you, taking your hand. But as you had to get dressed, you let go of it.
"What did Nikki say?" asked him, putting on your shirt.
"She asked how you were doing and she literally popped my eardrum when I told her it was a girl."
"A bit of femininity in this family won't hurt," you laughed.
"And wait to see the reaction of my brothers," he added laughing in his turn.
A silence settled between you two again. As you continued buttoning your shirt, Tom cleared his throat ready to talk.
"Uhm ..." he said moving to be in front of you.
You raised your head when you heard the sound of his voice. He took your hand in his. You lowered your head and he put his fingers under your chin so that you could look at him.
"I'm really happy we can start this family together, really," he said looking at you straight in the eyes. "I absolutely don't regret my choices and this appointment really comforts me on my choices."
You lowered your head again, facing his words.
"Look at me," he said gently stroking your right cheek.
You blushed, not quite accustomed to his gestures of affections.
"Can I kiss you?"
You looked intensely at him, blushing again. You just nodded, not finding the words. You didn't actually know if it was a wise choice. On one side your rational side told you not to do it, that he was just trying to soften you and then make you suffer but your less rational side wanted to this kiss, you wanted to succumb. And that's what you were going to do. You chose weakness – it wasn't surprising. He pressed his forehead to yours, raising your head smoothly and pressed his lips to yours delicately. Tom didn't push things, he took his time. He didn't depend the kiss, it wasn't what he was looking for, he wanted to convey these feelings. Someone cleared its throat which cut short the kiss. You raised your head and saw the gynaecologist with a big smile. You blushed even more because of the surprise. Tom turned, scratching the back of his head – a nervous tic.
"Here's your picture, lovebirds," she laughed, as she gave Tom the scan.
"Are you sure it's not ridiculous?" You asked Nikki through the bathroom door, "My belly is really starting to show ..."
"Of course not, that's not ridiculous!" She replied outraged. "Would you prefer something more fluid?"
"Yes, please," you added, still hiding in the bathroom.
This night was important. Tom was going to introduce you as his wife. And you really hoped that everything would be better than the last time. Tom promised you, but what did he know after all? Nikki had absolutely wanted to pick you a dress, tearing you away from Tom when you came home. Usually, her enthusiasm was a communicator and made you happy but right now it stressed you. This night was designed to stress you out.
"Put this on," Nikki said knocking softly on the door. "You're beautiful," Nikki exclaimed as she finally looked at you coming out of the bathroom.
"Thank you," you stuttered.
You weren't really accustomed to receiving compliments, especially from someone other than your mother. You turned to admire yourself in the mirror. The dress was black and made of a very fluid fabric. Your shoulders were partly bare, with embroidered sleeves. You touched the baby bump that you could guess through the dress. This dress really looked good on you.
"So?" Nikki asked excited by the fittings.
"Waoh," a voice said behind you two, cutting you before you could open your mouth. You went back and saw Tom in the dressing room. You lowered your head so that he didn't notice the crimson shade of your cheeks.
"I think it's... not bad," you said to answer Nikki's question.
"It's even better than not bad, Y / N, you're gorgeous," he said, kissing your cheek, increasing your blush. Nikki couldn't stop smiling.
"Tom, lucky bastard," Harry said tapping him on the shoulder and looking at you in the distance.
Nikki and Dom had insisted on presenting you - or at least showing you to their friends at the charity gala.
Hum," he said sipping his bourbon. He couldn't look anywhere else, you were breathtaking. You looked up and your eyes met. You apologized to the people to whom you were and went to Tom.
Once in front of him, he took your hand and brought you closer, protectively.
"No alcohol?" he said, pointing to your glass.
"No alcohol sir," you answered sarcastically. As if you were going to risk drinking, especially after your appointment.
"Do you want to come home?" He asked, taking your hand in his and playing with one of your fingers.
"No, it's good we can stay." You lie, feeling uncomfortable.
Since the beginning of the evening, you could feel the eyes of people on you, even worse than last time.
"Are you sure?" He asked you, staring at you trying to disclose your lie.
"Yes yes," you continued before adding. "And I know how important this evening is to you, I don't want to ruin your chances, Tom."
"It's not that important," he lied.
In fact, this evening was more than important for him. It was in those kinds of parties that he made the most contracts and contacts. However, he was trying to think about anything except for himself, it was hard enough for him but he really tried. So, if you felt bad, he would come home with you. After all, his brothers were there. Even if deep down, he would like to bring back the biggest contract, it was just an ego thing.
You only looked at him with a 'don't bullshit me' look on your face.
"Okay, maybe it's important. But you too are important," he said.
You continued to chat about everything and nothing. Tom introduced you to some of his partners. Tom was in a conversation with a group of men and women when you saw him. You would recognize his superior appearance from miles around. A shiver ran down your spine. As if Tom could have felt your discomfort, he looked at you, questioning you with his eyes. You smiled at him to convince him and he returned to his conversation. You couldn't stop looking around, praying he wouldn't see you. You were fearing he would make a fuss like last time. After a moment, Tom apologized to the group of people and took you by the arm, moving away.
"What's the matter?" Tom asked
"Nothing," you answered softly.
"I can obviously see that something is wrong, it's the baby?"
"No no," you say. "It's ... it's just that I saw someone I didn't want to see."
"Who is that?"
"Harold," you whispered.
"I didn't hear anything," he replied as he leant on you. He couldn't hear anything because of the noise around you.
"Harold," you repeated louder.
Tom turned around and looked around the room. His eyes finally found his mark and sighed with annoyance.
"I had done everything so that he wouldn't be here tonight, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, you have nothing to do with it."
"Look at him strutting like a cockerel," he said, anger slightly rising in him. "We'll see who's going to be humiliated this time."
Tom started walking toward him when you stopped him.
"Stop it. That's stupid." You said while holding back Tom. "If you do that you'll be even worse than him."
"Not even torture him a bit?" Tom asked hopefully.
"No," you said seriously.
After a moment of silence, he came back, not giving up.
“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
“What if I just break his nose a little?”
“Tom, stop,” you said hitting his chest. “C-Can we leave?” you asked shyly.
“Of course, princess,” he said.
You blushed, your cheeks turning crimson red at the name use. He took your hand and you left under the gaze of Tom’s family taken aback of seeing you leaving this early.
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