Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 89.

Tom's pov~

(2 weeks later)

I was boxing with Bob. It had become a regular activity now, especially on the days when I wasn't at the gym. He was a great help in improving my skills, having been a boxing champion himself, albeit more than 20 years ago. Besides, he was quite wise and often assisted me with advice on various matters that concerned me.
And every time now, as I looked into the mirror, I started noticing differences: color returning to my face, my skin no longer looking as droopy, and actual muscles beginning to reappear on my body. It gave me even more motivation to keep pushing forward, to become the old Tom again—for Y/N!
Because she deserved it, and I couldn't wait to start a new chapter where we weren't oceans apart from each other. Only once, I wished everything could return to how it used to be. No depression standing in the way, no jobs keeping us apart. It was one of the reasons why I often felt jealous and maybe even resentful towards my brothers, especially Sam.
He always had his daughter with him, and if what my mother recently told me was true, Lea would soon move back in with him. I couldn't disapprove any more. Wishing Lea had never entered our lives in the first place, despite her once being Y/N's best friend. Honestly, couldn't he see that he deserved more?
"He has so much to offer! You should try the dishes he prepares! They're a burst of flavors in your mouth."
"Would love to, but flying all the way to London takes too long. I'm not sure if my old bones could handle it." Bob explained, landing a solid punch into my rib cage, thankfully not hurting too much due to the gloves we were wearing.
"Seriously? You're beating me up like whipped cream with ease, yet you think your bones couldn't handle an 11-hour flight?"
He contorted his face, even his wrinkles looking as though they were intentional muscles.
"That's something else, lad. On such a long flight with screaming miniature humans and disgusting fathers opening their Swiss cheese next to me, I can't last more than 10 minutes." He had a point there. I hated it when Y/N forced me to fly economy, even more so when she wanted to give me the 'full experience' and instead of first-class, handed me the filthiest seat near the rear toilet, which spoiled my olfactory senses within minutes. The only upside to the restroom seat, was the unlikely chance of having a screaming baby behind you.
"Come on, old chap, don't you have a kid of your own?" By know I knew he had a wife called Darleen, but never heard anything about children.

He quickly shook his head, took a step back just as I was about to throw my own punch, and then continued.
"No, that was never an option for me. My wife can't have children, and for the most part, I was grateful for that."
"For the most part?"
"Yeah... You know, when I first saw my nephew, my thoughts occasionally wavered, but I never let it reflect on Darla in any way. I came to accept not being able to have children and was certain it wouldn't have been the right decision either way." Like I said, the rascal was wise, and on top of that, I could learn a lot from him.
I wanted to crack a good joke, which probably wasn't that good after all. Started chuckling and said- "Yeah, that's probably for the best. Kids are so fucking aggravat-" Just as he landed such a hard punch to my cheek, I toppled over and blacked out.

Seven minutes later, I woke up again. Confused, lying on a soft mat in the corner of the room where I hadn't been before, as I recalled when I regained consciousness and saw Bob crouching in front of me.
"Jesus christ. Your delicate bones can't even handle a mediocre punch in the face." He was the one complaining, and my cheek throbbed. I gently ran my palm over the burning skin, also noticing that I was no longer wearing boxing gloves anymore.
"What the fuck dude." I grumbled, slowly sitting up.
"Don't come at me! You were the one about to talk bad about kids."
"Yeah man. Let me finish. I was going to say they are so aggravating until you have your own and can't imagine a life without that miniature human in your arms." I groaned in pain, suddenly feeling the earlier blows and tasting blood in my mouth. It was my own fault for boxing with a giant like him.
"Oh..." he realised, mouth wide agape.
"Did you carry me all the way here?" I questioned, realizing once again that I had woken up somewhere else from where I had blacked out. I scratched my head, looking around.
"Well- After your fragile bones nearly turned to dust, I just wanted to make sure you had at least a pleasant dream. What was I supposed to do? drag you over the floor? You're lighter than a cricket, lad. Try some proteins instead of veggies." Bloody fuck. If he hadn't just smacked me down with a fly swatter, I'd definitely have less respect for him. Yet, as he rose, he extended his hand to help me up from the floor, as if I couldn't manage without him.
"Come on, let's wrap up for the day." By now, it was already half past midnight, and in less than 7 hours, I had to be up again. So, we gathered our gym bags and parted ways after a brief goodbye. A hot shower being exactly what I needed now before heading to bed.
But before doing that, I wanted to call Y/N, just to check in and make sure she was okay. I did that every day, with her almost always picking up unless she was in the middle of filming. As for today, it took her a moment to answer, but eventually, she did, and an immediate wide smile spread across my face.
"Hello?" But the same smile quickly vanished from my lips when instead of her delicate, gentle voice, a deep, sleazy voice answered. The lump in my throat pressing against my Adam's apple trying to choke me, amidst the loud yelling in the background, typical of a set.

I didn't really want to respond, wasn't in the frame of mind to, as I started to realize who I was talking to.
"Where's Y/N?" I immediately questioned, knowing she was fine, but just wanted to make sure once again. After all, I called because of her, not because of some damn mama's boy who screwed up his own relationship and now hit on my wife.
"She's currently on set, Pal. Can I help you with something?" The nerves he had... I really didn't understand what Y/N saw in him.
And offering to help me... I scoffed. With what? Giving me a blowjob? He couldn't even think before he spoke, or he wouldn't have offered me help and instead would have put Y/N on the phone. I clenched my jaw, knowing I had to hold myself together while talking to him, especially now that Y/N was so protective of him. Tell me what you want, but it wasn't a brother-sister relationship that the two had.

"No. Just tell her to call me back when she has time." Then I hung up, not wanting to wait for a response. Either he tells her, or he doesn't bother. At that point, I didn't care anymore because all that clouded my mind was how much she trusted him already to give him access to her phone. Not even I was allowed to most of the time. But what could I do? Playing the jealous husband would only bring me trouble, and that was the last thing I wanted to stir up.