Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 136.

Y/N's pov~

Tom knew my favorite pastry was cinnamon rolls. I knew his favorite pastry was croissants. So, for breakfast the next morning, I made sure he got exactly what he wanted, and I also bought some orange juice. Maeva was already aware that I wouldn't make it to the event today, which wasn't a big deal, but Reez insisted that I join him on Friday for the hospital visit. Luckily, there were still two days until then, giving me enough time to accompany my husband until then.

On a tray, I brought his breakfast to him in bed. It was already 1 pm, and he hadn't gotten enough sleep yet. I had even less sleep, but sleeping longer wasn't really an option with his broken rib either. He must have suffered in his dreams. His curls damp, and his T-shirt starting to smell.

I drew the curtains wide open, not too loudly, because as long as Tom was still asleep, I wanted to keep it that way. Yet the rustling of the sheets in the background told me he must have moved.
"Good morning," I greeted him, though it couldn't be a good one for him. He squinted, blinked a few times, rubbed his forehead only to quickly realize the bandage was protecting it, any contact hurting him like a knife, carving notches.

He hissed.

Attempted to sit up, which seemed quite difficult for him.
"Let me help you," I offered, stepping closer to the bed, only for him to hold his palm up to my face.
"No, it's okay," he said. He closed his eyes, breathed in as deep as his lungs allowed, trying to muster the strength to try sitting up again, his rib causing him trouble and not to mention the T-shirt. It looked anything but comfortable, which was why Tom attempted to take it off, only to fail.

Did he still not want my help? Did he not want me to touch him, or did he want to manage it on his own? Today, at least, was not the day he managed.
He didn't have to beg for me to do it. I moved to his side and carefully pulled the hem over his head, making sure not to touch him, thus finding a compromise.
"Thanks." He mumbled, following my arm as I folded the dirty fabric and put it aside.
"Made you some breakfast."
I smiled, placing the tray on the bed, the scent of scrambled eggs mixed with grapes and the flaky croissant wafting through the room. He must not have eaten anything since the accident, if I assumed correctly, and it showed. He stared at each plate as if it were alien food, unsure where to begin, and if to begin at all. I brushed his curl back, tenderly clearing his view. He reached for the croissant first, his knuckles bruised, his movements labored. He weighed it in his hand, then looked up at me.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" he murmured. But apart from the few grapes and a piece of egg, I hadn't eaten anything. I shook my head, intending to make something for myself later once I made sure Tom had everything he needed.

He held out the croissant to me. "Here," he said. I wasn't quite sure what he wanted from me. After all, I had bought the croissant for him. "Eat," he insisted.

"Oh no," I shook my head. "I'll make something for myself later," I explained, declining his offer, even though it tugged at my heart. He must be famished and yet still offered me his croissant, which he liked the most. He was just like Parker when it came to sharing. Or Parker was just like his Daddy.

"But you must be hungry, eat with me." I couldn't tell if he wanted me to eat with him or if he genuinely cared about me when he was the one with a broken rib. Nevertheless, I sat down on the bed next to him, and he ripped his pastry in two. I hadn't planned on eating any of his food, and even though he had plenty, he needed those portions to regain strength. So, I took two bites of the croissant, discreetly placed it back on his plate, and ate three grapes to avoid drawing attention to the fact that I didn't want to eat.

I was truly curious about what was going on inside Tom's mind as I watched him. He was so quiet, barely speaking, breathing shallowly as far as I could tell, and eating only in small, listless bites. His eyes were glassy, his lips taut, his nose twitching, and his jaw grinding sharply.