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

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hey guys, im sorry for the long-time-no-see. ive had a lot, and i mean A LOT, of stuff going on and have not been able to write something good enough for you guys.
i don't wanna be an author who writes short little bullshit updates. i wanna post something you guys'll actually like.

so, again, im sorry for the wait, but here's the next chapter. xoxo, gnarlyhoe.
what am i missing? oh, yeah, and of course:

On with the heartbreak 💔

We made it home safely, Victoria clamped safely in my arms the entire way.
I would never, ever let her leave my arms again. Especially after what just happened.
I had to keep my baby safe. At all fucking costs.

During the car ride, Tom called the police, informing them of what happened and where we just were. He left out Cherry in the story he told to the police, something him and I discussed and came to agree on.
Even though she was absolutely batshit crazy, she helped us in the end.

Of course, she'd never work for me ever again, but this is the last bit of kindness I could do for her, for her years of hard work and, I guess, friendship?:
-A plane ticket to Europe
-A fake identity + passport w/ new identity
& -A long, long conversation with her about how if she ever, ever dared come back and try to do harm to me and my family, no, if she even dared show her face at my front door,
I'd fucking kill her myself.

She agreed, tears welling up in her eyes and her hands shaking at my threat, because she knew I was dead serious.

Like I said. I have to keep my baby safe.
At all costs.

We drove up my driveway, coming to a stop at the end of it.
We couldn't make it to the front door because of the police cars all up and down the driveway.

I got out, with help from Tom, being the gentleman he is.
When he helped me out, he tried to take Victoria from me so it'd be easier for me to get out. I quickly drew back, snatching her away from his grasp, my eyes growing wide, my heart thumping.
He too looked shocked, his hands freezing in their place.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"
"No, love, you're fine, I get it. You're traumatized after what just happened, I understand you need to keep her with you."
Have I mentioned how amazing this man is?

I nodded, a smile forming on my lips from adoration of this man. I love him so much.

I got out of the car, carefully, with Victoria sealed in my motherly grasp.
I turned to Cherry, who froze at the sight of the policemen quickly scurrying in and out of my house.

"You should go." I said coldly.
She turned to me, sadness and fear evident in her irises. She nodded, putting the car in reverse, and high-tailing it down the street, not on word goodbye.

I didn't care. Fuck her.

I walked up my driveway, a slight limp in my legs because, well, I just gave birth.
Once I made it to the front door, I walked in, Tom opening it for me.
There, on my couch, sat the whole gang. Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Benedict, Daniel, Rupert, Finn, and most importantly, Emma.

Seeing her made my heart shatter.

She sat on my rocking chair, next to the fire place, holding one of my sweaters in her hands tightly, sobbing into it as she tried to answer the police officer's questions.
She was wearing one of my hoodies, my favorite one actually. It had the Deathly Hallows part 2 movie cover on it, title and everything. My favorite movie in the series.

My attention turned to Benedict and Tom Holland, or Tommy as I call him, sat together on my couch, answering questions as calmly as possible.
Benedict was good at keeping calm, Tommy wasn't.

"L-Like I, I um, like I s-said, the last t-time we, we uh, saw her-"
"Tom, I can handle this." Benedict placed a calming hand on Tommy's shoulder, causing Tommy to take a deep breath.

"The last time we saw her, personally, was almost a year ago at a local diner." Benedict informed with his deep voice rattling slightly. The memory of us all together probably caused his throat to tighten, tears welling in his calm-and-collected eyes
"We ate with her, talked for a few hours, then we parted ways."

"And you said you haven't seen her since?" The police officer asked.
"Well, we saw her on tv, when she was at the premiere of a movie she just starred in, 'Do You Think I'm Okay?' That's the last time-" his sullen voice drifted as his eyes glanced around the house, finally landing on Victoria and I.

His jaw dropped, words unable to leave his mouth.
"Sir, as you were saying?"
"T-The last time I saw her was right now." He gasped out, standing up quickly, his eyes never leaving me. I smiled, waving.

Everyone turned to Tom, Victoria, and I, staring like they had just seen a ghost.
Emma was the last one to look up, her eyes squinted and deep red, like she had been crying for days.

She jumped up and ran to me. I quickly handed Victoria to Tom so Emma wouldn't squish her. Emma pounced on me, crying even harder as her hands came into contact with my body, her arms wrapping around my neck.

Everyone got up and scurried towards us, questions ablaze the second they stood before us.
I just stood there, one arm wrapped around Emma's back, the other petted her messy hair comfortingly.
I shushed her, humming slightly.
"It's okay, Emma. I'm back. I'm safe. Tom's safe. The baby's safe. We're okay.."
Her sobbing died down to soft whimpers and sniffles.

"I'm home now, Emma, I'm home."