Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 109.

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Tom's pov~

"I'm back, my love," I murmured, not too loudly, tossing the keys onto the table and scanning the room for my wife, who was sitting all gigglishy on the sofa.

"Oops, Tom's back. I'll call you tomorrow!" she promised whoever was on the other end of the line. Oops? What did "oops" mean?! Had she not expected me?

"Who was that?" I shuffled over to her and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips. At least she didn't look upset over me, having left earlier.. her touch a rough graze over my mouth.

"Clark," she pointed out, quickly realizing that wasn't enough of an answer. "His brother just found out his ex-wife is pregnant again, and now he's completely freaking out." Couldn't blame his brother. Hell knows what I would do finding out Y/N was pregnant with another man's child. But that was quite a bit different, wasn't it?

"He told you all that?" It surprised me enough that she even knew Clark's brother, but his ex wife too? Wasn't there also some child involved? I didn't know.

"Of course." I exhaled a sharp break, then headed into the kitchen to mix myself a glass of orange juice with antidepressants, while Y/N followed my every step. "How did it go with you? Is everything okay with Harry and Paddy now?" General hopefulness was definitely audible, and Y/N had praised me more than often for improving so much over the past week. It pleased me, her acknowledging it, but at the same time, it meant I had to try even harder not to regress now.

I shrugged and reached for the orange bottle. "More or less," I stated, Paddy still being a bit of a shaky game.
"You know." She said, bending over the kitchen island. "I'm so proud of how you handle your brothers," she said, which- translated meant: I'm so proud of you for not having attacked any of them yet.

But I took it in stride and downed the glass along with the pill.
"Thanks." I murmured, wiping my mouth clean. Was it even a compliment?

I did feel guilty for lying to her for months about taking stronger instead of weaker antidepressants, but at the same time, it seemed to have been for the best, and nothing had gone wrong so far.

"This orange juice is starting to taste sour," I pointed out, grimacing at the unpleasant taste, but still putting it back in the fridge, probably to make the same mistake again tomorrow.

Y/N must have noticed I was avoiding any eye contact with her by now, but the conversation between Paddy and me earlier still needed to sink in. Maybe I should bring up the topic of Clark and hope that things would improve for both of us afterward, but how would I go about it?

"Everything okay?" she remarked, and without hesitation, I nodded.

"Sure." But then I changed my mind because that wasn't the case. "Well, to be honest... there's something I wanted to talk to you about." I had made my way back to the couch and let myself fall onto it, staring up as she stopped in front of me and then settled onto my lap.
"Of course. What is it?" Her eyes were wide as saucers, her cheeks completely relaxed, and her bones loose enough to fall into a deep sleep. My gaze was sharp, my jaw tightly clenched, and my hands ready to banish Clark from Y/N's life. But again, I couldn't approach the topic that way.

"I think you and Clark should have less contact," I said with seriousness, to which she laughed.

"Sure. And I don't like how much contact you have with your parents." None. She mimicked me in a deep voice as I had just requested, playfully tapping her fists on my chest to imitate a man, which didn't quite work out for her. When she realized my words weren't a joke, she stopped and her muscles stiffened on top of me.