Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Parents

Set after the Death Cure au
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"I don't like this." Thomas spoke, a frown on his face as he ran his hand through his brown hair. He had been feeling uneasy and slightly panicked ever since his wife told him the important news this morning. This was serious.

Anya, his sixteen year old daughter decided she was in love with a boy and not just any other boy they knew in the safe haven. It had to be Minho's son, Ethan.

"Tom, it's fine. They are just young kids in love." Teresa responded, softly as she stared at her husband in amusement. She slowly stood up, abandoning her laundry sorting and watched him pace across their hut.

"That's the problem, Teresa. She's too young." He answered, rubbing his faint stubble and turned to face her. His expression quickly soften as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her mere touch always had the ability to calm him. He breathed in deeply and wrapped his arms around her small waist, tugging her closer to him. Things were just going too fast.

"Don't you remember how we were like?" She giggled, playfully as her fingers lovingly caressed the hair on the back of his neck.

"Shut up." He muttered with a chuckle as his brown eyes held a mischievous glimmer. There was a playful look in her beautiful blue eyes, lighting up the burning fire inside his chest before he slowly shook his head.
"I still don't like it."

"Why are you so reluctant about this, Tom?" She asked, curiously as her hands slipped down his neck and rested on his chest. Their daughter was happy and that was all that mattered, wasn't it?

A comfortable silence fills the air as she gave her husband time to think and process everything, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his collarbone the same way he loves every time they cuddle together at night.

"Because Anya is still my little girl.... She's still our baby and will always will be...." Thomas muttered, softly as he finally got the right words out of his mouth. He loved his little girl to pieces.

Her breathing hitched and adoration shone through her ocean blue eyes, now understanding his strange behaviour. She completely understood his reasons.

"Could you get any more cuter?" Teresa whispered, a small smile plastered on her face. Her hand lightly pitched his rough cheek and giggled at the reality of their situation, her husband was one of a kind.

He scoffed and grinned down at her in that moment, keeping her trapped in his arms. His fingers gently tucked a loose strand of her long dark hair behind her ear before he remembered what they were talking about.

"I just don't want her to get hurt. I know how boys work, Teresa." He spoke, a hint of protectiveness in his voice. Teresa and Anya were everything to him.

"This is all part of growing up and she will understand how things will work or not work throughout her life. She needs to make her own choices and learn from her mistakes, Thomas. Let her love whoever she wants." She responded, quietly and noticed him swallow hard at her words.
"All we can do is be there for her."

After a while, he slowly nodded in agreement and felt his head become lighter. Teresa was usually right when it came to certain matters like this especially when she spoke without using his nickname.

"Just don't scare him away, Tom." Teresa warned, playfully as she stared at him.
"I'll try. But if he even thinks about doing something to her then he'll have to deal with me." Thomas responded, a smirk growing on his face and watched her roll her eyes at him.

"I love you." She whispered, quietly as she pressed a soft kiss on his aching lips and giggled when his lips eagerly chased after hers. She was glad he understood her point of view.

"I love you too." He muttered, softly and pressed his forehead against hers in bliss. Maybe, just maybe everything would be alright in the end.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)