Tommy Egan Imagines

Fuckin' Ma!

"Fuckk!" Tommy yells out in pain. I toss the bullet into a bowl before applying pressure on the wound.

"I like hearing you scream." I say teasing my boyfriend. He rolls his eyes pulling his shirt down.

"What are you doing! You need stitches." I say putting down the needle and sutures.

"The hell I do." He says standing from the floor. I watch him walk to the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"Are you gonna tell me who did this?" I say cleaning up all the bloody towels and gauze.

"I don't know yet. But the motherfucker dead the second i find out." He says chugging his beer.

"You're lucky I'm a good nurse." I say taking the bottle from his mouth taking a sip.

"You's a sexy nurse too." He says taking the bottle from me placing it down on the island .

Tommy starts leaving sloppy kisses on my neck and chest. I moan loving the way his lips felt all over my body. A knock on the door interrupted us making Tommy cuss loudly.

"Motherfucka." He says stomping to the door. I pull down Tommy's shirt covering myself up.

He slides the door open revealing an elderly red headed woman. She walks in walking right past Tommy into our living room.

"Ma!" He says watching her walk in. I look at him confused that his mom is still alive.

"Fuck is you doin here?" He asks walking up to her.

"Will you stop yelling?" She asks him as she looks around the loft. We make eye contact and she smiles.

"Ohh she's young." She says walking over to me. I look at Tommy who's shaking his head at his mother.

"Ma this my girl Eve,  Eve this is Kate." He says introducing us.

"Hi." I say holding my hand out for her to shake.

"What are you doing with my son?" She asks taking a bump in front of me.

"Excuse me?" I ask confused and offended by her question.

"What are you doing with my son?" She says talking slowly like i was a child.

"Fucking him." I reply. Tommy pulls me back into him wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Bitchy huh." She says walking back to her spot on the couch. Tommy looks at me with pleading eyes.

  Tommy's never talked about his mom or his dad, but I'm sure it was for good reason. I just didn't appreciate her disrespecting me in our house.

"What you want Ma?" Tommy asked before pulling me with him to the living room. He sits down in his favorite black chair pulling me down on top of him.

"I need somewhere to stay. A pipe busted or some shit back at the house." She says getting comfortable.

"You ain't staying here. I hear motels are nice." He says being funny.

"Ha ha. Come on I can sleep right here." She says patting the couch.

"She can stay one night." I whisper to Tommy. He rolls his eyes not liking the idea.

"See Ava said I could stay." She says pointing at me.

"It's EVE MA!" He yells. "You keep disrespecting her you'll be sleeping a lot longer than eight hours." He threatens.

   She straightens up digging around in her purse for something. I kiss his head getting up to go lay down on our bed.