Y/N: Is it weird how much I'm missing you? Like, forget the sex... I miss you! Xx
Tom: I miss you too xx
Tom: Have you really forgotten the sex? ;P xx
Y/N: As wonderful as it was on its own... it's a little hard to after finding out I'm pregnant :/ xx
Y/N: Fuck! That's a really shitty way of telling you, I'm sorry. I've been trying to tell you for the past week and just kept freaking out. I'm sorry xx
Y/N: Do you hate me? I would xx
Y/N: I'm sorry xx
"Pregnant? She's, pregnant?" Luke couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd warned Tom he was being ridiculous answering you back, even more so for actually going as your date and now, this. Fucking, IDIOT! "You're fucking with me. Please, tell me, you're jo-" Tom held his phone out to show Luke that he was in fact not lying. "Fuck."
Tom nodded sighing. "I've booked a flight out there tomorrow morning so we can talk. That's why I wanted to see you."
Luke frowned slightly, shaking his head. "Hang on a second. Why are you going out there?"
"To talk to her." Tom shrugged.
"To... tell her to get rid? You're not paying for her child? What?" Luke asked.
Tom frowned at his friend. "It's our, child and no, to talk about how we handle raising the baby and what have you."
Luke let out a loud laugh, standing to his feet. "You can't be serious? Tom, you don't even know if the damn baby is yours."
"Y/N wouldn't lie. She's not like that." Tom argued. As crazy as it sounded he felt a connection with you.
"No, she's just some girl, who sleeps with a man old enough to be her father after only knowing him a few hours, add in that your famous and have a bit of money... why wouldn't she lie?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW HER!" Tom snarled as he stood to his feet.
"NEITHER DO YOU!"
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"Do your parents know?"
You and Tom sat opposite each other at a table in the local all-night diner. When he said he was flying out so he could talk to you in person you were worried he would be angry with you. You were relieved when he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug outside, whispering how much he'd missed you, comforting you as you cried into his chest. Your hands curled around his coat, holding him as close as you could.
You sighed nodding. "Yeah... they know." you played with your mug. "Mum kinda put two and two together after finding out you were my prom date and I was- hmm, sick, for so long." you let out a nervous laugh.
Tom sighed, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. "Ah, so, my first impression isn't a good one then?"
You shook your head smiling a little at him. "Don't worry about them, they're actually pretty cool people." Tom raised his eyebrow at you quizzically. "Okay, so, they're a little pissed that you got their daughter pregnant but, I'm not a kid anymore. They understand I'm capable of making my own decisions."
Tom nodded slowly as he thought about your words. "Have, you made a decision?" Tom asked looking up from his drink.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" you asked.
Tom sighed shaking his head. "Sweetheart, you're the one who's going to be more affected by this than me," he answered.
You gulped back the fear that filled you hearing him say that. Did he mean he wasn't going to be around? "Are you, saying, you don't want anything to do with me if, I decided, to keep the baby?" baby. That was the first time you'd said the word out loud. It had always been 'well, you know' or 'hmm'.
