Moonlight | T.H | bk2

12

tom woke up alone in bed the next morning. his tired eyes searched for a clock as he forced his body to sit up. "the hell?" he muttered to himself feeling how stiff he was. his eyes caught sight of the digital clock across from him. it was almost one in the afternoon.

tom cursed under his breath. why the hell did he sleep in so much? he never slept in this late. his brown eyes flickered to the empty spots on the bed. a weird feeling stirred in his stomach. a sense of fear and excited that he didn't like. he wanted to know when sabrina woke up. did connor wake up first? did they even sleep in the same bed all night? he chewed on his lower lip.

with a slight shake to his head he left the room. as he walked down the hallways he could pick up on small laughs and dining ware clinking. his hands suddenly got sweaty and his legs started to feel like lead.

tom stopped himself from walking and turned to face the wall. he punched the wall softly, "you're tom holland. mafia king. a ruthless son of a bitch." he gave himself a pep talk. "you aren't afraid of anything. no one can shake you." his words were sounding ridiculous to his own ears.

"uncles! more!"

tom's soul leaped out of his body.

"fuck me." he groaned as his forehead slammed into the wall in front of him. a two year old child is causing him so much anxiety it was baffling. "i can't do this." he admitted and swiftly turned on his heels. he marched robotically towards his bedroom. "yeah." he nodded. "just grab a change of clothes. that's all." he smiled to himself. not aware of the odd stares his staff gave him as they passed.

just as tom was about to turn the into the hall that lead to his room, he heard his name being called out.

"brina," he sighed nervously. he turned around as she walked closer. good god did she look amazing. "what the hell was that?" she snapped at him. but the words didn't reach his ears, he was stuck in tunnel vision. "are those mine?" he spoke softly reaching forward to tug on the hem of shirt she wore. "i didn't have the luxury to grab my clothes so yes." sabrina turned her head away from him. tom had to repress his smile.

it's been a while since he's seen her in his clothes. she had her hair falling down her back and had no make up on. it was like he was reliving a past memory.

but that moment ended too soon for tom's liking. sabrina had wiped his hand away from the shirts hem and took a wide step back. "tom. you can't do that." sabrina said quietly. tom scrunched up his face, irritation overwhelming him. "do what?" he spoke. he could see sabrina growing just as irritated as he was. her head whipped in his direction.

"sleep in our bed! do you know how confusing that is for connor?!" her words stung. tom scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "elebrate why he'd be confused."

sabrina's mouth hung open. "you're joking right?" she mimicked his crossed arms. "poppet i'm not in the joking mood."

sabrina let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her temples. "he doesn't know who you are. why the hell wouldn't he be confused by some grown man cuddling him when he woke up?" she glanced up at him but tom held a smug smile. it ticked her off, he could easily tell. tom being the sabrina expert he was, he knew what was on her mind. "connor knows i'm his dad." he said proudly, his chest puffing out a tad bit.

"what?" sabrina's voice was sharp.

"he told me himself last night. said you showed him a picture of me." the cocky smile on his face grew.

tom had to refrain himself from asking why she did that. something about the way she was acting told him that she doesn't recall doing so. it hurt a little, hell it hurt a lot. sabrina was openly showing fear at the fact that connor knew tom was his father. did she want him to never be in his life? to never be with him again?