Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 60.

Warning: This is a smut part only! So please also only read it if you like smut! There might be tons of spelling mistakes! Apologies in advance.

Y/N's pov~

My muscles felt numb as I threw myself onto the bed, probably because of all the wine I had drunk. Even a slight headache made an appearance behind my forehead. God it was hot in here...
"Tom!" I yelled, forgot he was putting Parker to bed just now.

The jumper I was wearing was starting to itch, and the pants felt way too tight. Was the heating on in this room? I tried to sit up straight but the blanket was just too soft and the distance to the heating too far.
"Tommah!" I yelled again, eyes staying closed. Where was he when one needed him, right?

I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to get the headache that had spread in my brain, under control again. Then I blew it out through my lips, drowning out the surrounding sounds.

My bra started to itch too, so I unclipped it and pulled it out from under my jumper. Something I had gotten used to over the years, taking it off without having to take my top off as well. It was also the number one life-hack for when you came home late after a long night, threw yourself onto the bed and just didn't have the strength to put on your Pyjamas anymore.

Shortly afterwards, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs before my husband's frame appeared in the doorway.
"Parker wants to see you again." He spoke, taking in the position I was lying on the bed. Like a starfish that had a few too many drinks and was now sucked to the floor with its suction cups.

My eyes fluttered open with a painful groan. I loved putting Parker to bed, but getting up now and going downstairs again was really not something I was looking forward to in this moment.
"Fine." I decided after a long discussion in my head, and forced myself to sit up straight. The strand of the bra was still wrapped around my finger, dangling down like a handbag for buns.

Then I pushed myself up until I was standing on both my feet, pushed my bra into Tom's chest with some force, and walked past him down the stairs. Left him with my bra in both of his hands, looking dumbfounded at the bathroom door on the other end of the room.

A small bedside lamp was still on in Parker's room. Gave me enough to make out the outline of his face as I walked into the room. And when I stood in front of him, I saw his wide but tired eyes that were about to fall shut if he had waited a minute longer for me.
"I don't want you to leave, Mommy." He whispered, holding onto his little Pawty.

My heart tightened, if only briefly. The alcohol in my blood was holding me back and made me feel a little dizzy, but that didn't stop me from having the need to take my son into my arms and never let go of him so he would see that I didn't want to leave him either. He was my everything, my little hero who put a smile on my face every day. When I got up and when I went to bed, he was always there. He was the reason why I could fall asleep at night, knowing that he was fine.

Suddenly a cold shiver washed over me and I could have sworn the temperature in the room had dropped a good 20 degrees. I was freezing, every bone in my body was.

I sat down at the corner of his bed, tucked him in even tighter, and stroked his curly baby hair. As long as my little boy was warm, I was okay.
"I'm not going to leave you, baby." I whispered.
"You're not?" I shook my head.
"I'll always be with you. In this.." I tapped on his heart. "Little heart of yours." His chin bent, staring at the finger. It sounded like a goodbye forever, and at the same time not at all. Sure, he would no longer have me physically standing in front of him by tomorrow, but he would be able to call me at any time. And it was only a few months, during which I would visit him as well.