So I decided to continue this story and fill in the in between years from chapter 10 and were chapter 11 ends. I was think of doing one shots, but my mind likes continuity. I hope you all enjoy.
Dani
Chapter 1: Across The Pond
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I had never flown anywhere before let alone leave the tri-state area. In the last ten years I don't think I had even left Manhattan. Now I was flying to England to start a new life. What the hell was I thinking? Oh yeah, now I remember, the very sexy, sweet and forgiving guy to my right is the reason I am uprooting my life. I felt a gently squeeze on my hand and I turned my head to give him a weak smile.
“Are you alright Leigh?” Bright blue eyes stared at me with concern. The man who owned said eyes, Tom Hiddleston, the man I love and who I was crossing the pond for.
“I'm okay, just nervous.”
“I know this is a big step......”
“One I am very willing to make. I'm just hoping I don't stick out like a sore thumb. What is it that the British call us?”
“Yanks, and you are going to do fine. Once my sisters get their hands on you, you will be acting like a proper Brit.” I raised my one hand and did a circle in the air with my index finger.
“Oh yay....”
“Smartass!”
“You love me and you know it.” He leaned forward and kissed me. It was then I heard the chime of the seatbelt sign. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. As the plane began to take off I gripped his hand tighter and refused to open my eyes til I felt us level out. The entire time I heard calming words being whispered in my ear. Oh how I love this man and his voice. The rest of the flight I tried to relax and spent it asking questions about London and his life growing up there. It was funny that he knew more about my life then I knew about his. Before I had a chance to realize it the plane was landing.
“Are you ready to take on London my love?” He reached for our bags that were stowed overhead since my short little self could not. I gave him a cheeky grin and gave him my best New York accent.
“Shouldn't you be asking if London is ready for me?” He pressed his lips to the top of my head and batted my ass with his backpack. I gave a mock yelp and started walking toward the exit. The air here was different, thicker almost then the hazy smog filled air of New York. Our plane had arrived late in the night so I did not get a good look at my surroundings. Even on the car ride to his home I had a hard time seeing much with the thick fog that had washed over the city. “Well it's..........misty here.” I heard his sister chuckle as she drove us.
“We just had a storm pass through, by morning it should be clear.” I thanked her and settled myself back against Tom's shoulder. I felt like a fish out of water. The flight and the time change has seriously thrown my internal clock off so by the time we got to Tom's flat I was almost asleep. Emma helped us with out bags and told Tom she would be by in the afternoon tomorrow to catch up with him. I thanked her again and she gave me a hug welcoming me to England. After she left I stood in his living room unsure of what to do.
“Leigh, come to bed you look ready to drop.” I nodded and went and sat on the couch ready to curl up and drift off to lala land. “What are you doing?”
“Laying down.” He shook his head and scooped me up into his arms. “Tom, what are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed love. I promise my bed is much nicer than this old couch.” I blushed and let him take me to his room. It was only fair after all, he had seen my room. He put me down on my feet and began rummaging in my bag. “Where are your night clothes?” I shrugged and went through the bag as well.
