Skye Pov
"Come on love, it's time for you to head over to your stylist." Tom says, and I roll over, covering my head with a pillow.
"No, five more minutes." I say, whining when Tom yanks the blankets off of my body. "Okay, I'm up."
"Good. You better get going." Tom says, and I sigh.
•••
"And I'll say it once again Layla, you are a goddess." I say, looking at my makeup, hair, dress, jewelry, and shoes all together.
"Hey, I actually got you something for your miscarriage." Layla says, flipping a bracelet around my wrist.
"Thank you." I say, tears in my eyes as I hug Layla. I wipe my eyes before speaking. "It means a lot to me."
"You're very welcome. Now get going, I'm sure your husband is waiting for you." Layla says, shooing me towards the door.
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"How do you feel love?" Tom asks me as we're getting of the car at our hotel after the premier.
"I feel a little tired, and a little sick to my stomach." I say, and Tom kisses the top of my head.
"Just tell me whatever you want or need, and I'll get it for you." Tom says, and I smile.
"Thank you Tommy, you're the best husband I could ever ask for." I say, lacing our fingers together.
"You're welcome, and you are the best and most amazing wife I could ever ask for." Tom says, and I blush dark. "I mean it, you really are the best."
"Stop it." I mumble, blushing an even darker red.
