So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"So, then he asked me out for drinks and one thing led to another and here we are," you shrugged.
You were taking a stroll in Richmond Park with Liv and Tessa, recounting your story of you and Tom. It was day four of her stay here. You and Tom did the whole tourist thing with her. Frankly, you hadn't ever done the whole tourist thing yourself. Tom couldn't believe you'd been in London this long and not seen Buckingham Palace. So, you did and Big Ben and the Eye and even the motherfucking Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross. You may have bribed some 10 year-old to cut the line. Allegedly.
Then Liv wanted to see your life, so you took her to Kingston University and out for drinks with Mads and Percy. Mads was so overly nice to her, you had to pull her aside.
"I'm just being friendly," Mads smirked at you and blew her smoke out of the corner of her mouth.
"Mads, we both know you're not friendly," you said.
She rolled her eyes and took another drag.
"You're such a hypocrite, Y/N. Is she too young for me?" Mads tilted her head with a smug smile. You kept an eye on her after that and gave Liv a head's up.
"I generally date people my age, Y/N," Liv said with a sly smile. Cute.
"Alright, smartass," you muttered into your beer. Mini Me can fend for herself then.
Next, Liv wanted to see where you worked. Unfortunately, The Park Tavern closed and you weren't technically working anywhere. You'd feel some way about that if not for the copious amounts of studying, research and writing you did for school. But, yeah, you should probably get a job because it made you feel completely uncomfortable not contributing in some way to your relationship.
Tom reminded you over and over that you didn't need to work, but you do. You always do. You've never been one for handouts or letting someone front you. Once, Celia bought your movie ticket to Trainspotting and you fretted about it so much that you insisted she take your lunch money for a week.
You knew it was supposed to be different with Tom. What's his is yours, what's yours is his kind of deal. But it just didn't set right with you. So, you were going to start looking for something asap, as soon as Liv leaves, and the house is unpacked, and Tom gets back from shooting, and his press tour, and there's a fucking wedding in there somewhere. Jesus.
Today was a low key day. Tom was shooting The Current War and gone every day. It was nice having him home in bed every night. You wished all his movies could be filmed in London. It worked out though. You needed this time alone with Liv. It was actually better than you expected. There weren't any expectations. She was staying at the Hilton a mile away. She didn't want to intrude and real talk, you only have half a house going on currently. And also, like, she's flesh and blood, yes, but she's still somewhat a stranger. That part at least has slowly changed over the past few days. You could see a semblance of a relationship there. It felt more sisterly than anything. Like sometimes she was a bit too snarky and you shot her a look and she would shrug at you and you'd think, My god - is that what I do? How does Tom stand it?
"So, you can say no, but Tom's mother has invited all of us to dinner tonight. Would you be down with that?" you asked, unhooking Tessa so she could run free for a bit. She immediately went for the squirrels.
"Sure," Liv shrugged. Wow, she was way more cool about that kind of shit than you.
"Awesome," you said with a nod, "We'll get smashed on Nikki's wine and make fun of the boys. That's usually how it goes down every Sunday anyway," you laughed.
"You've got a good life here, Y/N," she said suddenly and seriously.
"Yeah, I do," you said with a smile. You looked around the park, grateful for all the choices and consequences that led you here.
"And you wouldn't be here if...," she looked down at her feet and kind of kicked a stone.
"If I kept you? No, probably not," you sighed, "But, Jesus, look at you! Art major at Columbia. Insanely good fashion sense. And, the most important part, great genes!"
She laughed and shook her head.
"Thank you for the tits," she joked.
"You're welcome, kid," you winked.
You headed back and told Liv you'd pick her up in two hours for dinner. When you got home, Tom was coming out of the shower, looking like some goddamn soap opera scene. Like, your hot neighbor Blake had to come and use your shower unbeknownst to you. And you come in the door and steam is just billowing out the bathroom and he has a towel around his waist and he runs his hand slow motion through his hair and says to you in a sheepish but deep voice, "I hope you don't mind- I used your shower."
And you're like, "Oh, Blake, I know I married your doppelgänger cousin but I've always loved you! Now take me on this conveniently placed sofa!"
Anyone? No? Okay, well basically he was looking like a wet snack.
"Hey, Tiger, did you leave me any hot water?" you teased, tossing your purse on the bed. You laid along side it, watching his ass through that terry cloth while he rummaged through his dresser for clothes.
"I thought kitties didn't like to get wet," he said over his shoulder with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Oh my, then we've been doing it wrong this whole time," you purred seductively.
He pointed at the folded jeans and tee in his hand.
"Should I even bother putting on clothes?" he asked slyly.
You shook your head slowly and patted the space next to you.
