Take My Hand (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Part 15 y/n

We headed down to my cabin for an early night I began getting sorted for the night and I noticed Thomas' confused linger

"Yes?"

"I'm afraid to ask but... lavatory?"

"Ohh down the hall third door in the left for the gents" I explained

"Oh, okay. But what if I have to go in the night?"

"Put on a jacket and your shoes, you can turn the lights on when you get in there it's a little switch or at least it is in the ladies" I explained

"Okay, also... where am I going to sleep?"

"Did you not think about that before asking to sleep down here?"

"I did not."

I giggled and knelt on the sofa pushing the back down forming a small bed "here you go, top or bottom bunk?"

"I'll have the bottom, my little angel can have to top bunk" he smiled giving me a small kiss before we both got sorted for bed with a blanket and pillow each

I leant over the bunk to look down at him tucked up with his blanket

"Cozy?"

"Very cozy. You happy up there?"

"Very happy, goodnight Thomas"

"Goodnight y/n. Sleep well"

"You too" I smiled

"Could I have a kiss down here?" He playfully wines

"You may" I smiled leaning off holding the top of my bunk to swing down and give him a little kiss which he happily sat up and accepted "sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite" I giggled getting cozy with my blanket

"...are there bed bugs down here?"

"I don't know" I giggled turning off the light I could hear him fidgeting in the bed below me often causing me to giggle at him

"Y/n?"

"Yes Thomas?"

"I'm scared of the bed begs. And I keep hearing scattering"

"That's the rats my sweet"

"...now I'm very scared I don't like rats. Or mice. Or bugs."

"Do you wanna come up here?" I giggled already knowing the answer and in fact no answer came merely creaking of the wooden ladder as he climbed up into my bed and wrapped the covers around us both nuzzling close wrapping his arms around me

"Ummmm much better" he Cooes kissing my shoulder

"Very cozy indeed. Goodnight Thomas"

"Goodnight my angel."

I felt so happy in his arms so safe and protected happily drifting off to sleep for a while but I noticed not too far into the night we were both woken by a sharp hard jolt enough to move us in our bed and the bags to hit against the wall even the light flickered on for a moment.

"Owww" I complained as my wrist had hit the bunk "holy toad!"

"Humm what's up? You okay?" He yawns sitting up but the hitting his head in the ceiling "oww. What's going on?"

"I don't know the whole place jolted"

"Are you alright?'

'i hit my hand"

"Awww you poor baby" he Cooes giving my wrist a kiss

"What happened?"

"Hummm probably just something hit the propeller angel. Nothing to worry yourself over" he yawns laying back down with me pulling me close to him

"Like what?"

"Rock?"

"In the ocean?"

"Small boat?"

"A small boat?"

"a small fragment of a boat?"

"Ice?"

"There isn't ice this time of year angel go back to bed" he groans

"It's the Atlantic Ocean its full of ice Thomas"

"Yes but that's why they have look outs. Probably some drunk on deck threw his jacket on the propellers"

"That would make the whole ship jolt?"

"Maybe I don't know I'm not navy"

"Sorry."

"It's fine, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about"

"Still... now I'm awake. I can't sleep"

"Me either..." he sighed "What would my lovely wife like to do then?"

"What time is it?"

"Uhhh... 11:40 ish?" He groans checking the time 

"In the morning?"

"No no night"

"No, No..." I whined "Can you think of something for us to do?"