Finding Contentment

Part 3

Tom's POV

Between being hungover and the guilt of the way I behaved the night before, it's making the day of filming long and drawn out. I can't wait to get back to my hotel and call Bre. I need to hear her voice. I know I didn't really cross the line with Regan, but my thoughts were definitely on the not so pure side. I have to keep reminding myself, that Bre and I will get through this, it's just a hurdle we have to jump over. Once I'm back in my hotel room, I jump into the shower then throw on a pair of boxers.  I order some room service and while I wait for it to arrive, I pick up my cell phone and call Bre. It rings for what seems like forever, before she finally answers.

"Hello?" Bre says in slurred speech. "Bre, are you okay?" I hear her giggle and clear her throat. "I'm fine Tom, why do you ask?" I close my eyes and sigh before responding. "Are you drunk, BreAnna?" She giggles again. "What makes you think that, Tom?" She says in a hateful tone. "Is that a problem? Why do you care? Your hundreds of miles away right now, living the high life. " I growl into the phone. "I wanted to come home this weekend, Bre, and you told me not to, so what do expect from me?" She laughs spitefully. "I don't expect anything from you, I just want you to stay where you are and leave me the hell alone!" I start to say something about her not meaning that, when I realize Bre had already ended the call. I stand up from the bed angrily and throw my cell across the room smashing it against the wall. "Tom? What's wrong?" I spin around to find that Regan had walked in through the open patio door and is looking at me with sympathy.

"Don't look at me like that Regan!" She steps back seemingly startled by my harsh tone. "Like what Tom? How am I looking at you?" I ball my hands into fists and clench my jaw tightly. "Like you fucking feel sorry for me, I'm tired of people walking around on egg shells around me. I'm not a delicate flower, I'm not going to wilt!" Regan steps closer to me almost cautiously. "Do you want to talk about it?" I let out an over exaggerated moan and throw my hands in air. "Talk about what, Regan?" She sighs and turns around to walk out the sliding door she walked in through. "I guess I thought I could help you through this, but I guess you can do it all by yourself, goodnight, Tom." I lower my head and shake it slowly. "Regan? Stop, don't leave." She turns to face me. "My wife wants nothing to do with me, she just wants me to leave her alone." Regan sits down on the bed and holds out her arms. "Tom, come here."  I don't hesitate to fall into her arms as the tears start to fall. All the anger, the hurt and rejection of the last seven months just flows out of me as Regan rocks me in her arms. When I'm finally all cried out, I gently pull myself out of Regan's grip and look into her face. I notice her face is wet, she had been crying along with me.

I reach my hand up to her face and wipe her tears away from under one eye with my thumb, then doing the same under her other eye. "W-why are you crying, darling?" She gives me a weak smile. "I feel your pain, Tom. I know what you're going though. I gave birth to a still born little boy two years ago." My mouth falls open as she confesses her own loss. "Why didn't you ever tell me that?" She smiles and takes my hand in hers. "I didn't want to burden you with my troubles." I put my finger under her chin and raise her head until she is looking at me. All of a sudden I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her full red lips. I don't even bother to resist the urge. I move in slowly as if not to spook her. I stare at her lips as I get closer to placing mine on hers. She shows no signs of pulling away. So I lightly brush my lips against hers. She lets out a slight moan which encourages me to go in for another kiss. This time it has more passion almost feral. When we both finally come up for air, I'm not thinking of anything but getting her clothes off. I pull her tank top off in one clean tug. I attack her beautiful sun kissed neck with my lips and teeth until I feel her hand push on my chest. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I let out a soft sigh and rub my hand over my face, feeling myself come back to reality. "Is it wrong if I said yes?" She gives me a smirk and Pats my chest. "I just don't want you to feel guilty about it afterwards." I stand up from the bed and pace the floor in front of her, running my hand through my hair. Then I quickly turn around and find myself kissing her hard on the mouth and coaxing her back onto the bed. Once she is laying underneath me. I kiss my way down to the sweet valley between her breast. He hand goes to the back of my head to keep me right were I am.

"I-I can't do this Regan, I mean I want to, Oh my God I want to. You need to leave, I'm so sorry. I was weak, I love my wife." She smiles sweetly at me. "I know you do babe, but you deserve to have your needs met, she's neglecting you." I hand her her tank top and she puts it back on. "Are you angry with me?" She shakes her head slowly. "No, I could never be mad at you for following your conscience. I take her into my arms and wrap my arms around her. "Thank you." I whisper softly into her ear. "I have a favor to ask though." She looks up at me and winks at me. "Anything handsome!"
Will you stay with me tonight, I just want to hold you, please?"