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24. You Thought Wrong. [FINALE]

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Time was moving quickly, and for the first time in a while, you were enjoying it. Things had gone rather smoothly since yourself and Tom admitted that you felt a little more for each other than you were reckoning with, so much so that you could happily rest your head back against the palm of your hand and stare out the window to the plane.

It had been a long last couple of months, difficult to say the least, but watching the clouds fly by beside you was more than gratifying, leaving your old life behind and on to start a new.

But, taking with you was a rather big decision you were still unsure about. You had chosen to keep the baby you were now carrying, as the choice hadn't exactly come across time worthy. It was do or die, so you chose to keep it. Tom was more content than you had expected him to be, and you felt safe now that nothing could come between the two of you accept the armrest of the plane seat.

Tom had you flying in first class, and you had been told not to bother worrying about any of the things or belongings you mused were being left behind because they were all to be cleared out and moved to New York once you had safely landed. Tom was on the ball and had already purchased a four bedroomed house, quoting that it was 'just in case' leaving butterflies in your chest, and the wonder of how you had gotten here. You'd gone from a rundown teenager with no life, no career and no future to... This. Flying out to New York in first-class seated beside the man of your dreams. Yeah, maybe you earned a few bumps and bruises along the way, but they faised nothing.

"You want anything to eat, I'm gonna go grab a drink?" Tom nudged your arm gently, bringing your gaze away from the window and towards him. He was mid unbuckling his seatbelt as he smiled at you, loose strands of hair falling out over his face. You shook your head gently, Tom smiling in response before getting up. You watched as he maneuvered down the aisle, before disappearing completely out of sight.

You were maybe four hours in, which meant there were only three hours to go, and you still couldn't shake the peaky feeling in your stomach. You'd spent the majority of the flight staring out the window while Tom slept beside you, or carting your fingers through your hair and sighing. Sitting in one place for a long time was sure as heck giving you anxiety, not to mention the air pressure being exceedingly high.

Rubbing a hand over your eyes, you settled down to watch a movie in front of you to try and pass the time. After the credits had rolled out, and the movie titles had started, you looked down seeing Tom's hand resting gently on the armrest, and you couldn't help yourself from winding your fingers with his.

Tom felt the sudden pressure on his palm as your fingers opened his, welcoming in your hand. He wouldn't usually be fased, but when he felt you clenching down his eyes shot open, looking over towards you. Your teeth were sinking further and further down into your bottom lip, turning the skin a milky white as you continued to breathe heavily, occasionally bringing your hand up to chew at your nail beds.