Hello again (Tommy Lee Fanfiction)

Ch39 Love train

*********All warnings apply

Tommy- So I got drunk on New Year's Eve and ended up calling Jasmine after I kissed Lukas and a few other people. I was in the elevator going up to my room leaning against the wall. Jasmine answered the phone, "Are you smashed yet?"

"Uh I love when you use those dirty slang words with me."

"I take dat as a yes. Uh god yer sons are gonna be football players."

I laughed "Is that English football or American football?"

"English football."

"Mm so how do you know we're having boys?"

"Just a feeling."

"So what are you doing?"

"Laying here on our roof with me strong bodyguard watching Nikki's fire work show with the kids minus Pan because she fell asleep."

As she talked, I closed my eyes and then they shot open when I felt a
hand go down my pants. "LUKAS." I said grabbing his hand. "Uh baby
I'll call you tomorrow. Kiss the girls for me and pretend I just
kissed you at midnight."

"Mm Tommy how much did you make on yer kissing thing?"

"Uh I didn't do it honey. Got to go." I kissed the phone and turned it off. "Dude don't ever do that again."

"Oh come on. Don't tell me yer going to bed already." I looked at Lukas and remembered going up to the penthouse where there was a sky bar at. I remember us drinking more and doing the calls to Kid Rock. Most everything became a blur after that. When I got home Jasmine and I got into a fight after she read about Kid Rock and I.

"Dat is the most childish thing I've ever heard you do. The poor man is trying to move on with his life and you and Mr. Jr. Rock god tease 'em. Sometimes I swear you are as bad as Pam with 'tis shite." I love the way the British say shit.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The day was January 6, 2007, and I had been home for five days now.

"It means yer all press, spotlight, the center of everyone's attention drama queen." She said and her accent got thicker than normal.

"Drama queen! Ah yeah well you're a British snot that can't get the broom stick stuck up your ass out."

"Uh you are the biggest child I've ever met. A big whining queer. Lukas dick is so far up yer arse not even the finest lube won't get it out dat's how gay you are."

It was a good thing the girls were asleep and we were in the bedroom. Jasmine started throwing clothes into a suitcase. It was also a good thing I had taken anger management classes or I most likely would of did something stupid for the comment she just said. "What are you doing? Jasmine this is stupid. Now you're acting like a child."

"I'm going home." I grabbed her around the waste.

"What? Over my dead body. Jazz we were having a little fun with Richie if he can't handle it...uh come on. I can't believe we are even fighting over this shit." I said when she elbowed me smacking my hands off her. "Jasmine think of the babies."

"I am. It's clear I'll never 'ave yer heart or love. I don't know why I married you in the first place." I threw her bag off the bed and then pushed her on it when I grabbed her and put her in a lip lock.

At first, she fought me trying to bite my tongue. Then she raked her hands through my hair giving into the kiss. I wasn't on top of her, but she gave into the kiss when my hand went down her underwear. I put my nose on hers. "That's why you married me. So what is all this
really about?"

"Pam." I sighed and sat up. "Just tell me the truth. I'm tired of hearing it from other people. I deserve the truth, Tommy."

"OK you want the truth." I got up and stood in front of her after I pulled her up. I helped her off the bed and put my arms around her. "I love you so much Jasmine. I tried to picture my life without you and I couldn't that's how much I love you. I love you so much that if anything happened to you I...I'd follow you to the ends of the earth." I pressed my nose on hers and ran my hands up her back.

"Uh god." She said when I moved her hair off her shoulder and nibbled on her neck. I started undoing her blouse. "Uh. No." She grabbed my hands.

"Yes." I said taking her hands and put her fingers in my mouth.

"You know you do dat to well." She said and walked away from me. She pulled her shirt close then she looked at me. She ripped it opened and I stared at her breast realizing how big they had gotten. She put her hands on her big round belly. "Do you still love me even though I'm a fat cow?" She only had her blouse on. "I can't shave. 'Ell I can't even see me legs right now."

I pulled her to me and pressed my hands on her ass. "You're not a fat cow and yes I love you. I'll love you till the day I die. I need to tell you something." I took her hand and took her to the bathroom. I told her about my wish dream along with Lukas hitting on me and how I turned him down. Then I told her about how the press makes up 70% of what they print.

When I was talking about the press she yanked me into the shower with her, stripped me and jumped my bones. After we had sex, I shaved her legs for her and we ended up in bed. It was a really stupid thing to fight over but the press was going way too far. So I picked on Kid Rock a little big deal and maybe it was a little childish. But at least I would be man enough to fight for myself.

Anyway the next day Pam called to give me an ear full and for the first time ever in my life I hung up on her mainly because I seen a book under my paper. I was in my office looking at itinerary for the tour Sharon had just faxed me. Anyway, I moved the papers and opened the book. 'Dear Diary in two days it will be 16 years since Stephen's death.'

It was Jasmine's diary. I went to close it but then I felt the way she felt about Pam. I always felt she loved a dead man more than me and although Pam is still living, I realized I felt the way she did. Until I read what she wrote which she had wrote something yesterday. It said:

'Dear Diary in two days it will be 16 years since Stephen died. Normally I would go light a candle on the day he died or on his birthday or if I couldn't go to England, I'd give flowers to Phil or Joe if they were going to his grave. But the last three years I think it's been dat long.

"Even her writing is British." I said.

'Anyway I stopped sending flowers and lighting the candles. As a matter of fact I've only thought about Steve once but when I looked at Tommy on dat motorcycle, I realized maybe I only cried because I had let 'em go dat day he helped me in the subway. I looked at things and realized Tommy was me first crush, first kiss and even though it took 'em years to notice me and he left me briefly for Pam I realized he is everything to me. Even if he were to grow board and leave me for Pam again, I'd still love 'em. I'd take 'em back and even if he never came back to me I'd still be there for 'em if he ever needed me. Phil asked me to go to Steve's grave with 'em. I think I will give 'em me box and tell 'em to dig a hole and bury it with Steve. I feel like a thousand weights been lifted off me. As for Pam she's real nice and friendly but I hate the way she talks bad about Tommy.'