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timelock97 · 6 years ago

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Fourteen: Reality Check

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Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 2284

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(Y/F/B/G) - Your favorite baked good

"Well, hello there Tessa baby!" I coo as I walk into the house Friday afternoon, Tess dancing around my feet. I run a hand over her neck and face as she laps a quick kiss to my cheek. I lift my head and listen. The house is quiet, "Tom?"

"Living room, love. How was work?" Tom's tense voice carries through the house. I walk in and see Tom running a hand over his face stressfully, his phone in his hand that is resting on his knee.

"It was good," I say, voice trailing. Once I am closer to him, Tom stands and walks over to me pulling me into a hug. "You okay?" I ask, squeezing him a little closer to me, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," His voice comes out rushed, switching over to the Queens accent, making me smile. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out and do something today?"

"Like what?" I laugh, pulling away from him slightly to seeing how frazzled he is in his eyes.

"Uh, I don't know." He says swaying us back and forth. "Let's just do something. We can, uh-" he looks to the side then back at me- "let's get you out of your scrubs then we can go out and do something." Tom pushing me toward our room making me laugh louder as I walk backwards. He picks me up slightly, making me squeal and throws me on the bed and he turns back to our closet.

"Are you sure you're okay, Tom?" I call, sitting up on the bed, pulling my hair from its ponytail and letting it fluff out on my head.

"I'm perfect, love!" He calls back. He comes back with a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. He hands them to me, stopping to laugh at my fluffy hair, "You look like you have a mane, darling." He reaches out to attempt to tame it but in reality he only fluffs it more.

I swat his hands away, "You're making it worse, ya weirdo. I'll brush it after I change." I expect him to leave right away, instead he grabs the bottom of my shirt and attempts to pull it over my head, but I swat him away. "Figure out what we are doing and I'll change, okay?" I blush, giggling. He nods quickly before he slips out of the door, shutting it behind him. Something is definitely up. What is he not telling me? As I change I look up any articles online on my phone. All that comes up are articles from months ago about possible TomDaya sightings, so nothing on there. I run my hands into my hair and untangle it slightly, taming my hair. When I walk out, I see Tom quickly hanging up his phone, giving me a weary smile.

"So, I was thinking of you and I going to the park or we could go to the art fair that is in town or-"

I cut him off with another hug, he doesn't say anything else for a minute and just hugs me back. When he thinks that I am done, he pulls away. When he does a gently grab Tom's face and look at him. "Tom, what's wrong? And don't tell me that it is nothing, I can tell something's up." Tom looks down, his happy facade disappearing. "We're in this together, remember?"

"I know, I just wanted to do something with you. Just the two of us." He looks at me slightly, and sighs. "Is there anything you like to do?"

I watch him for a minute, hoping he will come out and tell me what's wrong, but he stays silent. "We could go out and visit that new bakery in town? The girls at work love it." I suggest, trying to get him to relax.

"That sounds like fun-"

"If we go, when we get home you have to tell me what is going on, okay? I don't believe that it's just because you want to do something with me. Not that I'm complaining on spending time with you..."

He lets out a small laugh, leaning into my hand. Nodding, Tom wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. When he pulls away, he turns on the radio and walks with me to the door so we can put our shoes on. Tom helps me slip on my coat and opens the door for me. I glance at him and see sadness in his eyes. Once we are in the car, and I back out of the driveway, I grab his hand and hold it.

"How was your day? Did you go to the gym with Haz?"

"Yeah," He says, shifting in his seat, "We just worked on basic stuff. Nothing super advanced."

"Anything you do is super advanced compared to anything I do." I laugh, making him smile.

"Maybe you should come come with us next time. I can show you how to box-"

"That is way to advanced for me, Holland. I'll stick to my own workout routine." I counter back.

"Which is what? I have never seen you work out since we moved in." He jokes back

"That's because you aren't awake when I do it." I tease, I glance to the side to see him roll his eyes, "Don't roll your eyes at me, mister!" I bat at his chest , causing him to bark with laughter.

"You're no fun." He teases playfully, smiling at me.

"I am the epitome of fun." I pout making him chuckle.

Tom begins playing with my fingers, moving my fake engagement ring around when he does. "So, uh, any funny stories from today?"

I nod, thinking back to my morning. "One of my elderly patients talked to me about her advice on marriage. A guy teased her and said that she has had so many guys after her that she has no room to talk, then they started arguing." I glance at Tom, seeing his jaw clenched slightly, "They were married."

"What?" Tom's face softens as he laughs.

"Yup, been married 40 years. He just enjoys giving her shit." I laugh. Tom smiles next to me, then I see his smile fall slightly. "Tom, c'mon, what's going on? You're worrying me-"

"Just a rough day, love. I'll tell you about it later." He avoids again.

I glance at him, before pulling into the bakery parking lot. Tom and I walk in and look at the vast menu. "Does anything look good, Tom?" I ask, slipping my arm around his and leaning my head onto his shoulder.

He hums next to me and nods, "I think I'll get a danish and a cup of tea. What about you, love?" He looks down at me, before pressing another kiss to my nose.

"I think I'll get (Y/F/B/G) and a hot chocolate." I say, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Why don't you go grab a table and I'll order." He suggests.

I nod and walk away from him as he gets to the front of the line. I sit by the vast window in the back that overlooks the park. I shrug off my coat and place it on the back of the chair. As I do, I notice a few girls have their phones out and are taking pictures of Tom's backside. I giggle to myself and place my head in my hand, turning and looking out the window to the chilly November day. People walk through the park with heavy winter coats, and stocking hats. The leaves have long since fallen off the trees leaving them bare to hold snow when the first storm comes through. Thoughts of Tom and I sitting nestled on the couch on a cold winter's day fills my thoughts, making me smile.

"Here you go, love." Tom's voice pulls me from my thoughts. He hands me my (Y/F/B/G) and hot chocolate before sitting down.

"Thank you, handsome." I smile, this causes him to smile back and the two of us eat our breaded sweets in silence. "Wanna bite?" I ask, especially since he hasn't tried to sneak a bite from me yet. He nods and I move the baked good over to him and he takes a big bite. The cream off the top coating the corner of his mouth. I giggle and lean across and wipe it off with my thumb. Tom blushes when I bring my thumb back to my lips and suck the cream off. He offers his danish to me wordlessly. I take a bite and smile at the sweetness in my mouth. "I think I might actually like yours better than mine."

"Would you like to switch?" He teases, offering his over again.

"Only if you do." I say back. Tom takes mine from my hand and hands me his. We finish after a few minutes and the two of us go back to looking outside, watching as people pass by.

Tom sighs next to me, "Is there anything specific you want to do with your family tomorrow?" He looks sad behind the smile on his face.

"Actually," I start, taking a sip of my hot chocolate, "my mom called on my drive home, her and my dad are heading up to see my grandparents this weekend instead. So, unless you would like to go up too, we have tomorrow to do whatever."

"I think I'd like to stay home, if that's alright?" He says.

"That's fine, but I would like to go up next weekend. You don't have to if you don't want to-"

"No, I'll go, I want to. I just, just want some time with you." His voice trails again. I reach across and grab his hand.

"Tom-"

"I'm just thinking about going to film in January, nothing to really worry about. I got some info from Curtis earlier today, I'm okay." He tries again. I watch him but nod, he'll tell me the real reason when we get home. After we spend about another hour at the bakery, Tom and I walk to through the art fair that is scattered around town before the two of us head home. He walks in to let Tess out while I grab the mail. The only thing in the mailbox is a large envelope. I pull it out and walk back up to the house opening it as I let myself in.

"Were we expecting anything in the mail, Tom?"

"Like what?" He calls back, his voice shaking slightly. He walks around the corner to see the packet in his hand. "(Y/N)-"

I pull the packet out and read the top, 'Terms of Divorce.' I stare at the packet and let out a shaky breath. "I thought these weren't supposed to come in for another two weeks."

"Curtis called me today and told me they were going to be coming in any day now." Tom whispers. I look up at him and see that he was looking at the papers in my hands in disgust. His behavior form earlier now makes sense. After a minute of tense silence, I walk and set the papers on the table. "Let's not worry about it tonight." Tom mutters, now standing behind me. He takes the papers and slides them so that they are no longer within my grasp.

"We have to talk about it some time." I mutter, staring at the papers, willing them to disappear. They don't.

"We will," Tom says, turning me away from the table and to him, holding my face in his hands. "Just not tonight. It's Friday, let's order takeout and we can watch a movie, or some shit. Make it a normal Friday night, spend it with my wife and princess." He almost begs.

I smile slightly, and nod. "Yeah, you order something and I'll go pick it up."

"I can have someone deliver it-"

"Nah," I say walking away from him to grab a glass from the cupboard, doing anything to distract myself, "I can go pick it up. You get the fun part of picking out the movie."

He laughs, but I can hear how forced it is. He pulls his phone out and orders from the Italian place that the two of us went out to the first time. The tension in the air is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Once he hangs up, he lets out a sigh. "It'll be about twenty minutes-"

"I'll just head over, it'll take about that much time for me to get there." I say, smiling at him. He opens his mouth to say something but, nothing comes out, so he just nods and follows me to the door. He hands me a credit card then helps me into my coat. I wave at him once I get in the car and I start driving. After a minute, I pull over and open the glove box and see the ring box. I slowly reach for it and pull it out. The ring is nestled in the fabric snugly, I take it out and turn it in my hands. A shaky breath slips past my lips as a tear rolls down my cheek. I pull my phone out of my pocket, it illuminates with a picture of Tom and I from when he got home on Sunday that Haz had taken.

"Divorce papers are in. Its now or never, I guess." I whisper, breaking the last bit of silence before I set the ring down and start driving again.

Part 15 coming soon!

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