Hello again (Tommy Lee Fanfiction)

Ch32 A test to our marriage

*******All warnings apply

Tommy- When I woke up in the hospital at first, I opened my tired eyes thinking I heard Jasmine saying, 'Wake up Tommy. Please.' As my eyes opened, I called out her name and my voice sounded weak and tired. "Its Pammy lover. I came as soon as I heard." I looked away from her to see Nikki, Vince and Mick all sitting on this couch. Nikki got up and sat on the bed beside me.

He touched my face and took my hand in his. "You gave us a scare man. We all thought for sure you were going to make poor Jasmine an early widow."

"You know." My voice still sounded hoarse.

"I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I knew that next day when Storm came home telling me Brandon told her you and Jazz got married on Christmas day. I just was waiting for you to tell me. Then Vince and Mick told me you did tell me on the jet when I was fucked up. Plus I seen the wedding band on your finger days ago. How do you feel man?"

"As bad as you look dude."

"Gee thanks."

"The baby. Jazz." I went to sit up but Nikki put his hand on me.

"They're fine. She's in with her OB right now making sure they are alright. I wouldn't try to sit up right now. You cracked a few ribs."

"Uh it's all my fault." I said closing my tired eyes.

"It's not your fault man. Those fucking pauperizes are getting out of control." Vince said. "If you don't press charges on him I will."

"And how the hell are you going to do that Vin?" Nikki asked and I couldn't help but drift off on them again. I believe some of it was from the medication. I was relieved they said I was ok and could go home. I of course was going to take it easy the first night. What gives me the courage to play no matter what are people like Mick and Rick Allan. They won't let nothing keep them down and I wasn't going to let a few broken ribs, sprained hand and cut to the head keep me
from playing.

I never let the major head injury I got on the Dr. Feelgood tour keep me from playing and this isn't either. The only thing I wanted was to have Jasmine by my side. She was all I really cared about. I couldn't fly out there to play if she wasn't with me. I had to make sure her and the baby were alright. If I just left her I wouldn't be able to play. I'd be thinking and worrying about her and our unborn child.

So the next time I woke up and the second the doctor told me I'd be fine I demanded to be taken to Jasmine. I felt that if she wasn't with me, she wouldn't have had a broken arm. I blamed myself in a way for a few days and then a big part of me wanted to see that pauperize fry.

When we got to Boston, I sat at the drums trying to practice hitting them without using my injured wrist along with the keyboards. It was an hour before show time now and the girls were still with Anita, Phil's wife, expect Jasmine. Jasmine came in and sat by me with her cast on. "You know I heard Karma works."

I looked at her and she was half sitting on the stool with me. "Karma? What does Karma have to do with anything?"

"Well, if you do something bad it comes back on you. If you do something good, it also comes back on you. So I think dat bloody hound dog will get his karma."

I couldn't help but smile at her and I pulled her up to be on my knees. "Uh baby I can't do this without knowing if you were ok."

"I'm fine." I kissed her. I had her with me until my birthday. I looked at it as us being lucky. On my birthday I woke up to Jasmine giving me a blow job.

"Uh Jazz."

"Happy birthday darling." I grabbed her head being careful with her. Since the accident we didn't really do anything but kiss, hug and snuggle. My ribs were still sore and her arm was itchy from the cast. We didn't have sex, but we sure did have oral sex that morning on my birthday.

Later on, that night Jasmine surprised me at one of my favorite night clubs filed with all my friends and family including the kids. After the party and we put two very tired girls to bed Jasmine put a blind fold on me and took me to our bathroom.

When she took my blind fold off I was in a tub full of bubbles. "Uh Jazz you didn't have to."

"Well I did." I grabbed her and she stepped into the tub in her clothes. She got in the tub being careful not to get the cast wet. I pulled her to me chuckling, rubbing my nose on hers and kissing her.

"Jasmine." I said.

"Yep. I know dat's yer favorite scents."

"Uh and my favorite name." Her gift to me was bathing me in a bath filed with a Jasmine bath gel that made it into bubbles. It was a little difficult with her cast on. I was home for my birthday and the next day so I was home for two days.