Do You Think We're Okay? t.f. x reader pt2

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I kinda really wanna make a Kylo Ren fanfic because I have the most dope book idea for it; but I don't know if anyone would even read it :/
Idk, I might just do it for me, because I think the book idea is baller and I wanna get it out of my system.

Lemme know your thoughts 💗

Anyways, on with the heartbreak 💔

Cherry went back into the darkness, Tom and I hearing clanks and other noises. Cherry finally came back with a knife in her hand; causing Tom and I's eyes to widen, our hearts beating out of our chests.

She looks down at the knife innocently, her mouth falling open as the realization dawns on her.
"O-Oh, I'm not gonna harm you guys. I just need to cut the ropes and zip ties." She sputters, quickly coming over to me and cutting me free, going over to Tom and doing the same.

I massaged my ankles and wrists, bruises already starting to form. I tried to stand up, pain erupting throughout my body, especially in the lower region.

I gasped, sitting back down quickly. Tom, now free, rushed over to me, tripping over his numb legs, and holding my hands in his, his eyes full of worry.
"Are you okay, my love?"

I smiled, caressing his hands with my thumbs.
"I'm okay, just.. Giving birth then getting taken hostage takes a toll on your body." I giggled tiredly.

"Speaking of giving birth, where's our baby girl?" Tom's voice had angry venom drenching it like gasoline. I could take a match and light his words on fire.

Cherry gulped, speed walking out of the room, only to return with our crying baby girl.
Tears formed in my eyes as I heard my baby's cries, something no mother ever wants to hear.

She was placed into my arms, a little pink blanket engulfing her tiny body. As soon as my warmth caressed her; she stopped crying, her little black eyes peering up at me.
"You're beautiful."

Tom sat in awe, staring at his little girl, his fatherly pride beaming off of him. "What's her name?"
I thought for a second, nothing perfect coming to mind, until-

"Victoria Abigail Felton."
Tom looks at me like the most gorgeous thing on the planet.
"Why that? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's gorgeous, but why?"

I thought for a moment, taking my eyes off of my gorgeous daughter for two seconds to tell him.
"Victoria means 'victorious in battle', and Abigail means 'father's pride and joy'. Both describe her wonderfully."

He smiled softly at that, my words replaying in his head.
"A beautiful name for an angel like her."

I smirked cockily, acting ignorant.

"Trust me, I know."