INSTA-Daddy

35 (Tom's Pov)

A/N
So after all the chapters, I have decided to write a chapter showing Tom's point of view. Just to show his 'real side'. Just for us to take a quick glimpse of the insides of his head. I ain't gonna start from the very start though coz it may take some time.

And Tom's Pov will only happen on occasions.

If you guys have questions, you can ask me for clarifications. Thank you.

Peace out~
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"If you're going to watch TV all night, I'm going to my room and study,"

Uh-oh. She didn't sound happy. I don't blame her.

....you're not my wife.

I didn't plan on saying that actually. But the moment she started nagging, my temper just got the best of me.

She went silent as soon as I said that. And I immediately felt the word 'regret' hit me.

I knew she was pissed when the scowled: "Fine". She stood up and out of reflexes, I grabbed her wrist and hauled her back down.

Our shoulders hit against each other. The phrase 'I'm sorry' was twirling inside my head. However, my man-ego had it entrapped in a cage for those words to not find its way out of my mouth.

So I went silent. And then, after a while, she mentioned about studying. She stood up again and this time I was forcing myself not to stop her. She sounded even more pissed this time.

And that one phrase came into mind again.

"Wait," I cried, not looking back. I couldn't turn my head around to look back coz I wouldn't want her to see my eyes. They were both screaming with nervousness.

I parted my lips, ready to say sorry and something else further but then quickly closed them back.

I couldn't say it. I had never said sorry to anyone for a long time that I'd forgotten how to say it. Who knew it would be so hard?

And again... I chose to go silent.

The last thing I heard was the door slamming shut with a loud thump. It was the only time I was able to take a look back over my shoulder.

I huffed a disatisfied sigh.

I am aware that what I did last night was wrong. I beat up Cameron sa hard like I was beating up an innocent potato that had just gotten ripe.

But he started it. He started blabbing nonsense, all pointing to one gist-- that I was nothing but a rebound.

Honestly, it was a stomp on my ego. My man-ego. And my sanity just snapped. He looked like a punching bag at that very moment.

No wait. Scratch that.

He reminded me of a cartoon character that I loathe so much at that time.

He also said something about wanting Gabby back and leaving me. That bombed my rage more and within a second or too, I wanted nothing more than to literally kill him.

Lucky for him, Gabby collapsed before I could even get the chance to actually do it.

I admit, I had a part for her passing out. She was yelling at me to stop but I didn't stop. If only I knew that was going to happen, I would've stopped. I should've seen it coming though.

Gabby's pregnancy had never been a peaceful one. She keeps getting stomach cramps, keeps getting dizzy, and yeah, more cramps.

Dr. Gillan had already told us to keep her away from stress however it seemed like I was the one delivering the stress to her.

It's not just her. Im delivering stress to Tommie Jr. too.

I couldn't help but grin at the thought. We usually argue about the baby's gender. Me, calling him Jr. Gabby would say otherwise.

Of course I don't have any problem if it's a girl. But a baby boy would definitely be great.

Being left at the living room area alone made me reminisce about the days-- okay weeks, that had passed by.

I used to be a thug.

Alright. Fine. I am a thug.

Anyways....

It made me reminisce about the start of all this.

There I was, walking by, minding my own business, when out of nowhere, I was dragged in the Cortez' house.

Right after that, I found out I was going to become a dad...  at my age.

At first I had my doubts. I fuck girls for a hobby and I could've sworn I had never had sex with her. Apparenly, I have.

Most probably, I might have been too drunk to remember.

Plus, I was forced to believe it. Her dad was a cop. A guy with my image would have no choice but to accept.

Eventually, I realized it wasn't that bad. It didn't take too long for me to realize it. Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with her. I had fallen in love with the baby.

Although, as soon as I realized I was, it made me feel uncomfortable. Right then I thought, going out and leaving the house would help me get both of them out of my mind.

It didn't.

When I saw Jennifer bullying her, it made me furious. When I overheard her and her assistant planning to do something bad to her (and the fact that she might find out about the baby) made me even furious.

Most especially when I found out about Cameron hitting on her, I could no longer take it. Everybody knows the two had history together.

So I confirmed the rumor of us dating. I told everyone she was my girlfriend. Just so he'd leave her alone.

I urged myself to act better. To do something sweet and romantic. I learned how to bake. When she complimented my cupcakes, my heart jumped with joy.

However, Cameron just had to insert in on our moment.

I followed Gabby as she went to the park where the two of them was supposed to meet. The ending? He now looked like a squashed omelet.

I don't regret it though. Maybe it'll serve as a lesson... that Gabby belongs to me now.

I even have an edge. She's pregnant with our baby. What does he have? An obsessed bitch named Jennifer.

But enough of that. Starting tomorrow, I'll try to act better... for real this time.
I will be her knight in shining armo---

Yuck. I can't believe I was about to say something cheesy.

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