Sickening Love {TomTord}

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Tord's POV

I woke up to a pleasant smell. I got up to investigate. It almost smelled like the breakfast from the base. I wandered into the kitchen to see Tom making breakfast.

It was pancakes with bacon, eggs, and hasbrowns. My mouth was watering. When did he get the stuff for this?

He finally noticed me. And holy shit, he was in a baby blue apron. My nose started to bleed again.

"Oh my god, Tord your nose is bleeding!" Grabed a napkin and put it up to my nose.

"O-oh thanks," I said grabing the napkin and wipped my nose. I noticed something. Tom had a black eye.

"Tom, what happened to you eye?" I said putting my hand to his cheek.

"O-oh, I'm fine. When I went to the store someone called out to me and pushed me into an aliway." He said nervously.

"Tom, what are you leaving out?"

"I'll tell you over breakfast," He said pushing me to the table.

"Fine."

*One breakfast and story later*

"I'LL KILL THEM!" I shouted, bursting out of my seat.

"Don't worry, I dealt with him. A swift kick to the head," He said with a wink, still sitting in his chair.

"Fine, you sure you're okay?" I asked with a blush. 'He's so cute!"

"Yes, it was only a kick to the chest." He said, taking a drink of his coffee.

I got up and went behind him and hugged him. Rather than freaking out, he just leand his head on my arm. The hug lasted a good 5 minutes.

"Hey Tord, can you let go. I want to take care of my eye before Edd and Matt come," He said nudging my arm.

"Ok," I said reluctantly letting go.

"Don't worry I'll be right back." He winked and sticked his tung out.

I nodded. My heart was racing. He can cook, can sick up for himself, defend himself, and he's adorable as fuck.

Oh Tom, I think I love you.