Shields- A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

Chapter 27

I wake up with the lingering taste of Tom's kiss on my lips. Grinning like a madwoman, I slip out of bed and walk to the kitchen, humming a tune under my breath. I check my phone for any messages, and I am delighted to see that Tom has already left a message.

Good morning, my dove. I'm out for a run. Can I grab you something and drop it by your place while I'm out?

Holly walks into the kitchen while I am typing out my response and goes to the fridge, and ask her a quick question. "Hey, can I invite Tom over if I make breakfast?"

"Sure! I can invite Patrick if he's not too hungover."

I am good. How about you bring yourself by, and I will make eggs benedict for you, Holly, and I. I imagine we can get Patrick over here too.

Sounds good! I love you! How did you sleep?

Better than I have in a month.

Good XO

See you soon OX

I nudge Holly out of the way, beginning to grab the ingredients I need.

"What are you making?" Holly questions. I grin over at her.

"Eggs Benedict. It's my mother's recipe. She used to make it all the time when I was little, strictly because I loved the taste of the Hollandaise sauce." My mouth begins to water just thinking about it. Holly laughs, pulling out some pans from under the counter.

"You would, wouldn't you."

By ten, we are jamming to some music through a Bluetooth speaker, waiting for our significant others. I have just finished the sauce, the doorbell rings, and Holly rushes to open it, a glass of mimosa in her hand.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." I hear Tom laugh. Patrick's voice also reaches my ears, and I roll my eyes.

"You both happened to arrive at the exact same time again?" I ask without turning around. I have moved on to the eggs, and Holly comes to my side, preparing the ham and the English muffins.

Tom's arms wrap around my torso and he kisses my neck lightly. "I thought you were going to be hungover."

"Same here," I mutter, twisting my neck so I can kiss his cheek. "I guess extreme emotions causes sobriety."

"Not this time!" Holly hands Tom a cup of mimosa and takes a sip of hers, grinning widely.

Was it really only last night that Tom came back? It feels like I have been like this for ages, now.

"I'm glad you both made it," I say, turning over the egg I am cooking in the pan. "Oh! I never got to ask, is anyone allergic to anything?"

"Not me," Tom says, leaning his back up against the counter next to me, his hip almost bumping mine.

"I don't," Patrick says, stealing a piece of ham from the pan, eyeing slightly when it burns his fingers. I roll my eyes, laughing under my breath.

Holly's phone chooses that moment to die, sending the kitchen into silence. "Well Damn," I smirk, grinning at her.

"Can we listen to Hamilton now?" I ask, pouting slightly.

"Please?" Patrick, making gooey eyes at Holly. She gives him a weird look.

"Honestly, how did you get into that? I understand Alice, but you?"

"What? It's good! And I have some American friends too!"