I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Month 8

On June 17th, Tommy was released from the hospital. He was now exactly 8 months along. He happily went home to his loving husband and the triplets but he still felt empty. 

"Tom, sweetie, are you up for dinner?" asked Paul 3 times before Tommy heard him. "Huh? I'm sorry."

"I asked if you were up for dinner."

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'd love to."

Paul pulled Tommy into a kiss. "Well, I'll let you shower first while I change the girls. They've been fed and bathed." 

"They can wear their sleepers, Paul. It's fine."

While Tommy showered, Paul got the diaper bag ready. He had showered earlier so all he did was brush his hair. 

Tommy rubbed his stomach before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading back to his closet. He only had a limited selection of shirts that still fit, along with three pairs of shorts and a pair of jeans. Sighing, he sat down to pull on his boxers. 

"Do you want me to help you?" asked Paul, from the doorway. "You could just wear a towel. " he smirked. 

Tommy rolled his eyes and let Paul help him. He stood up slowly as Paul finished tying his shoes.

"Paul while I was in the hospital, did I have nightmares? I seem to think I did but I can't remember."

"Yes, you did." "We can talk about them later if you want. Right now, I'm treating you to dinner."

Tommy felt a headache coming on, but had no idea why. He chalked it up to stress from being pregnant. He had yet to find out about Eric.

At dinner, Tommy mainly watched Paul eat. He picked at his, managing to eat a few bites every so often. By the time Paul was done, Tommy's plate was still full. He looked up as Paul scanned the dessert menu. "I'm not ordering dessert." 

Paul frowned at the amount of food on Tommy's plate but kept quiet. "I'm ordering strawberries." 

"Ooh, could I have some too?"

When the strawberries came, Tommy ate them ravenously, even ordering a second helping and then inhaling the entire bowl of chocolate it came with. 

He scooped up the last strawberry, popped it in his mouth and promptly had to run to the bathroom. Puking up chocolate and half-digested strawberries, he laid in the floor and cried.

Paul gently washed his face off and led him to the car. The girls were in their stroller sound asleep. Tommy laid in the back seat. His stomach hurt as well as his head. 

At home, Paul put the girls to bed while Tommy laid on the couch. He heard Paul come back in a little later and sit down on the couch. "Tom, can you make it upstairs?"

"I can try." murmured Tommy, as he tried sitting up. Paul half carried/ half drug him up to their bedroom. Once there, he undressed Tommy to his boxers and put him in the bed.

"I'm going to make you some soup." 

"Uh uh. Stay with me." 

Paul laid down under the blanket with Tommy and held him.