Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 145.

Y/N's pov~

"Thank you!"
I trailed my hand across Tom's shoulder after he had stowed my suitcase in the trunk. Buckling Parker in the backseat, who had already settled in, I was ready to drive us home when Tom started the engine.
"What are you doing?" I kept my tone respectful, not immediately indicating to him, he had far too much to drink to drive now.
"What do you mean?" he questioned, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He couldn't possibly be serious. I closed Parker's door and walked around to the driver's seat.

"Let me drive..." I phrased it like a polite offer, hoping he would agree. But with little success. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Tom, seriously, let me drive." This time, less of a suggestion and more of a command.
"Y/N, sit down." Y/N... that couldn't be a good sign.
I stood my ground, refusing to let Tom drive because my son's life and mine were too important. And after saying goodbye to Clark, I was strong enough not to let Tom push me around.
"Tom, I'm driving, or Parker and I are staying here." I threatened, and it really wasn't an option, but it didn't need to be because it worked.
Tom clenched his jaw and got out. He brushed past me, taking the passenger seat. No words were exchanged as I adjusted the mirror, moved my seat forward, checked on Parker in the back, and only then did I drive off, knowing Tom was already fed up after my extensive preparation.

The ride back home was pretty tense, especially because I didn't know what to say. What was there to break the ice between us? Tom wasn't someone who just engaged in small talk, let alone talked about serious topics.
"Mummy, can you read me a book when we get home?" Parker asked as he began to recognize our street. The road was dark but the streetlights were bright, illuminating the way to our house.
I was pretty exhausted after the long day I had, but after not being able to talk to Parker for two weeks, it was the least I could do. I was still upset with Tom for ignoring me like that, but what could I have done? Maybe I deserved it, but I hoped in return to be civil.

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At 10 o'clock, Parker had fallen asleep. A bit later than planned, but that was okay. He wanted to talk to me a little more, and I was there for him, stroking his back and reassuring him that we would have great adventures in the days to come, hoping I could keep my promise.

As I made my way out of his room later, I ran into Tom in the kitchen. He wasn't hiding it; he had started drinking again. Whereas I hadn't had a sip today, having had enough of the party from three days ago. I stood beside him as he poured himself a glass of scotch, trailing my hand down his shoulder to his back. Kissing his blade, hoping he would accept me again and let me back into his heart, because lately it felt like Tom didn't know me anymore.

He didn't speak to me, he didn't text me, he didn't open up to anyone. Did he even care, I tended to ask myself.

"Don't you think that's enough?" He must have already drunk over a bottle of wine. That wasn't normal. Maybe for him, but not for me.

"Oh," he chuckled. "are we suddenly paying attention to what's right and what's wrong?" I knew he was referring to Clark. To my wrongdoings. To my lies. I wanted to approach the topic gently. It hurt to see Tom struggling with himself, with everyone around him. He turned around, glass in hand, slowly bringing it to his lips and swallowing the burning alcohol down as I watched.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. What else could I say that could change his opinion? It wasn't my plan. He had heard that a dozen times already. So what could I say to make him forgive me?

"Yeah. Right," he scoffed, making his way past me to the kitchen island where he placed the glass back down.

"Seriously. Tell me what I should do to make it right again." I trailed behind him, like a puppy at his heels, doing everything to get attention from the master. In this case, my husband.