Let Forever Mean Forever

Part 22

"You want to find your mom? Tommy asked

"Yeah. If she's alive, I would love for her to be in her grandchildren's life. My dad was a mean son of a bitch, but I'm sure Aiden and this new baby would have softened him, too." You replied, looking down at the comforter

"What is it that you're not telling me Y/N?" Tommy asked

You let out a sigh and looked at the guitarist, unsure if you were ready to tell him your darkest fears. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a soft kiss. You wrapped your hand in his hair, pulling him closer. The two of you exchanged kisses back and forth for before Tommy went to pull you on top of his lap. You stopped him when a cry sounded from the monitor. Tommy groaned in frustration, but climbed off the bed.

"I'll get and bring him to you while I make the bottle. We are going to finish this conversation Y/N," Tommy said sternly

"I just worry I'm gonna be a terrible parent because they were so bad with me." You said sadly

"Aww baby. No, you're already a great mom" Tommy replied as he looked back at you

"You haven't let me do it alone yet. What if I let you down?" You said, sinking lower into the bed

Aiden cried louder from his bedroom, making you wave Tommy away. He jogged down the hallway to the little boys' room and flipped on the light. The baby sat up in his crib, sobbing with vomit on his onesie. The guitarist put his hand against the little boy's head, feeling the heat coming off of it.

"Y/N?! Get in here, please! Aiden is burning up and has vomited all over him." Tommy yelled.

Tommy picked the little boy up and carried him over to his changing table. He stripped the little boy out of the soil onesie as you came running down the hall. You immediately put your hand on the baby's head and looking up at Tommy. The guitarist checked his son all over for any signs of a rash and then noticed the baby has his fist in his mouth .

"I bet he's teething, ill go get the baby Tylenol and teething ring. You just clean and change him." Tommy said as he headed out the room

He listened off the baby monitor in the kitchen as you talked to Aiden, trying to soothe his tears. Tommy quickly made a bottle as he searched for the teething ring and medicine. Finally finding both , he grabbed the bottle out of the warmer and jogged back up the stairs. The guitarist smiled when he walked in and saw you cradling the little boy in your arms as you rocked him in the rocking chair.

"How's Daddy's boy feeling? I got some medicine for you to take. It's probably gonna taste nasty. Dada isn't gonna lie, but if you take all of it, I'll buy you a baby golf set. How does that sound?" Tommy asked in a singsong voice.

Aiden cooed and kicked his legs back and forth. You reached up and took the baby dropper from the guitarist. Dropping the medicine into the baby's mouth, the two of you winced as Aiden sputtered and coughed before crying again. Tommy took the baby from your arms and held him tight to his chest. You smiled at the two of them and folded your arms in your lap.

"So, do you not want to go with me on tour? I always thought my wife and child, or in our case children, would be by my side. Image Aiden toddling around the stage with a Spaceman shirt on with his daddy's makeup on." Tommy said with a smirk on his face.

"I dont know, how's Uncle Paul going to feel about that? You know how he loves all the attention on him," you replied.

"He can dress his kids up if he wants people to be smitten with him. I don't want to miss any of this pregnancy either." The guitarist said, grabbing your hand

"Babe, there's face time and everything. Your bandmate hates me. Why would I want to be around that," you replied as you looked down at the sleeping baby in Tommy's arms

You reached for the baby and softly put Aiden back in his crib. Tommy pulled you to his lap and brushed the hair out of your eyes. He kissed your lips gently, swallowing all your fears of being on the road with him. You put your hands on his face, kissing him a couple more times before you pulled away.

"Fine. If Paul and Gene can settle this between them and we are allowed to go, then we will go. You better make it worth it!" you said

"Oh baby. You have no idea the plans I have already made for us," Tommy said as he picked you up and spun you around

"Hopefully more outside the hotel room than in. I know how your mind works, Mr. Thayer." You replied

Tommy laughed and slapped your ass. He carried you out of the room and down the hall. You laughed and squirmed, trying to get away, but the guitarist only tightened his grip. The older man laid you down on the bed and climbed in behind you, pulling you close to him. You grabbed his arm and pulled it tight against you. The two of you quickly falling asleep to the sound of the other breathing.