Do you know when next part of Kissing On My Tattoos Will be out xx
Hi my dear. I hope you are well. I don’t know if I will finish the series. It’s been so long since I wrote for it. Thanks for reading it. I may reread it and do and update one day as I do love me some Tom Hardy!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
At first, I have an idea about making Godzilla Powerbank that when you charge your phone, it will begin with Godzilla atomic breath loading like this. It would be amazing!
“Are you feeling better?” Tom asked looking down at you with concern. You nodded your head yes and sat up in the bed. You knew UK’s press was bad, but the way they showed the fuck out and harassed you, Tom and Calvin when he tried to show you around his city was over the top. Law enforcement had to be called to get everyone to his car safely from one location he was showing you. You had held it together, but as soon as you stepped foot into Tom’s apartment you had a full-blown panic attack. Tom had you lay down until you felt better. You got your breathing under control as Tom caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He leaned over and softly kissed your lips which soon became a full-blown passionate kiss. Within seconds you were both naked and Tom was hitting it from behind. He was hitting the right spot as your cries of pleasure filled the room. You just knew Calvin could hear you and you didn’t care. Tom did little to suppress his moans of satisfaction and with a loud guttural sound he came deep within you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you both laid in a spoon position.
“I will never be tired of you. I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear. You reached over and he kissed your hand. “I love you too.”
You were alarm after wiping yourself and noticing blood on the tissue. You immediately became concern for your unborn child and started shaking. “Tom!” you called to him as you slowly walked out the bathroom in worry.
“Yes, babe.” Tom answered as he dug into one of his drawers for a clean t-shirt. You wondered if you both fucking was the cause of the bleeding. “I need to go to the doctor. I’m bleeding a little.”
What?!” Tom hastily put on his t-shirt.
“It’s not too bad, but I want to be cautious.”
“Did I hurt you earlier?” He asked referring to his fervent thrusts.
You shook your head no. “I don’t think so. I’m going to call my doctor to see if he can refer me to someone quickly.”
“No, we don’t have time for that I will take you to the A&E.”
You felt more blood trickle out of you and knew you needed to be seen stat. On the way to A&E you left your doctor a message. Calvin was in the back seat beside himself. He was so worried for you that you spent the ride calming him and Tom down. Once checked in Tom asked for a private room so you all can wait in, as he had spotted a few paparazzi camped out his home and they had followed him. Star struck the receptionist wasted no time in putting you all in a private room. After the nurse worked you up the doctor arrived in about fifteen minutes. He was very pleasant and asked Tom and Calvin to leave the room while he checked you out. They ran blood work, he checked your uterus and gave you a detailed physical. He finally told you to get dress and sent the nurse out to get Tom and Calvin before telling you what was going on.
“Even though you are just 32 weeks your cervix has thinned and stretched out immensely. I want you on bedrest and no sexual intercourse.” He told you making a point to look at Tom when he said the last.
Your mouth fell open. “I can’t go back to the States?”
“No, not until the baby is at least three to six months. You are dangerously close at giving birth. I’m recommending you to one of the top OB/GYN’s here in the city.”
You sat dumbfounded. You were stuck in the UK for almost a year. You had a life in the States. You couldn’t form words and Tom spoke up for you to thank the doctor.
Calvin squeezed your shoulder. “We will figure this all out.” You were in a haze with worry for your unborn daughter and how you would live in the UK for the next year. This curveball hit you hard. Calvin took your discharge papers, and you vaguely heard the nurse tell you of an upcoming appointment with your new OB/GYN. Calvin and Tom put you in the bed and you heard Calvin make phone calls for you to handle your affairs back home. Tom sat on the bed and rubbed your shoulders and he told you that he knew you wanted to go back home, but maybe this was for the best. You gave him an icy glare.
“How is this for the best Tom? I have no support here. I have no family here. This fuckin country hates me.”
“You have me. Do you not think I’m enough?” Tom asked with hurt on his face. You felt like shit.
“Yes, of course you are enough, but you will be on set soon and I will be by myself.”
“Calvin said he will be here with you, and we can send for your family to visit.”
You felt a little better and Tom pulled you up in his arms. “We got this. Our baby girl will be here soon, lets focus on her. Now get some rest.” Tom kissed your forehead and you snuggled back into his bed. After about an hour of racing thoughts you fell into a fitful sleep.
You were woken up by arguing and yelling. What the fuck?!
“I want to speak to her woman to woman!” You heard someone shriek and instantly you knew it was Charlotte. How did she get in the apartment?
“Tom, you better get her! She is not going near Y/N!” You heard Calvin yell above a shrieking Charlotte. The exchange kept going and you realize Tom must have been having a hard time getting Charlotte to leave. You were going to have to face her. You slowly got up and stood for a moment making sure you didn’t feel any blood hit your pad. Feeling nothing, you walked out to where the commotion was. What you saw was a sight. Tom trying to hold Charlotte back from searching for you and Calvin in a stance ready to lunge at a pregnant Charlotte in order to protect his best friend.
“What is going on?” You asked. Charlotte’s head snapped to you and her face contorted into a pure evil look as she looked at your pregnant belly and then back at you.
“How dare you come here!” She yelled at you so loudly it caused you to take a step back. Calvin immediately sprung in front of you. You told him you could handle it and moved from behind him. You knew Charlotte will always be a thorn in your side but enough was enough.
“Charlotte, I have had enough of your bullshit. You have done nothing but cause pain and strife in my life. Get it through your thick skull YOUR MARRIAGE IS OVER! Tom is with me. You are embarrassing yourself!”
Tom tightens his grip on Charlotte and turned her around to face him. “Charlotte, she is right. I am in love with Y/N. I will always love you and my son that you are carrying, but I am with Y/N and nothing you can do will change that.” Horror struck Charlotte’s face as what Tom said was sinking in. She denied it over and over no matter how much he told her but hearing him say it in front of you caused a different level of realization. Charlotte did not know what came over her but with all her strength she snatched away from Tom and ran straight for you. You didn’t realize what was happening until you and Calvin were on the floor with Calvin blocking Charlotte’s blows to you. Why was she doing this, didn’t she know she was endangering both unborn babies.
“Charlotte!!” Tom’s voice yelled with such base you felt the apartment shake. Careful not to hurt his unborn child he pulled Charlotte off you and Calvin. Charlotte was disheveled as Calvin had pulled at her hair in-between stopping her blows to you. Tom tried his best to calm her down as he literally dragged her out of his apartment. Realizing the paps were outside Charlotte snatched away from Tom and tried her best to fix her appearance.
“Don’t you ever come at her again!” Tom told her sternly. Charlotte just glared at him without saying a word. Tom watched her as she got into her car and sped off. Tom sighed as he was so defeated. He never thought any of this would have happen. When will Charlotte give up?
Tom walked back into the apartment with you still on the ground as Calvin was on the phone in a frantic. Quickly grasping what Calvin was saying he realize he was on the phone with emergency. You were in a fetal position with your hands cradling your stomach. Tom gasped as he saw your blood stain lounge pants and fell to his knees beside you.
“Tom what’s your address?” Calvin asked in a panic. Tom relayed his address and pulled you into his arms. You gasped as a contraction hit. You were scared and angry.
“Tom if she has done anything to my child I will go after her with everything I got.” You seethed. Tom just nodded his head. What could he say?
The ambulance loaded you up as Tom threw Calvin his car keys. He relayed to Calvin to type in the hospital they were taking you to in his GPS and meet them there.
“I can’t drive left!”
“Learn!” Tom shouted before they shut the ambulance doors.
Everything was happening quickly. They had you in a room, in a gown, fetal monitor across your belly and nurses in and out timing your contractions.
“Hi Y/N. I’m Dr. Abbott. Your Dr. Andrews in Manhattan referred me.” You sighed with relief as you didn’t think Calvin’s voicemails had gotten through to your doctor. “I’m going to take care of you and your baby girl. I know your history and what caused the bleeding. It looks like you are having your baby today. She’s four weeks early but she is in good hands.” Dr. Andrews assured you.
“Did the attack cause this?” Tom asked as he squeezed your hand.
“It did not help her situation as the ER doctor wanted her on complete bedrest with no exertion.”
You couldn’t help it but started to cry. Everyone immediately tried to sooth you. Tom’s soft kiss to your lips caused you to calm down a little just before another contraction hit. Tom was diligently by your side when he kept getting calls from Charlotte.
Tom looked at his phone again. She had called him six times and he had nothing to say to her, but this time he recognized Charlotte’s mother calling him. That caused him worry and in between your contractions he went out to the hall and called her back.
“About time!” she sighed with relief in the phone. “Charlotte is in labor at Queen Mary’s.” Tom felt as if his heart lunged out of his chest.
“Tom did you hear me?” Margaret snapped into the phone.
“Yes, I heard you.” Tom croaked out. What sick and twisted way was the Universe getting at him. You also were at Queen Mary’s hospital giving birth to his child. What the fuck was he going to do? He couldn’t be in two places at once. Fuck!