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Tom Petersson #1

He's so scared of commitment.

He's frightened of love.

Terrified of trust.

Petrified of himself.

But one thing he loves is sex.

"Why are you here?" I asked, not turning to face the once familiar man at my doorstep.

"I missed you."
"You didn't miss me, asshole. You missed having someone on their knees for you whenever you want."
"No, I missed you. And you alone."
"You'd better come in." I sighed, shutting the door behind him as he walked into the living room and stood awkwardly near the window.

"Sit down, I'll make a drink."
"Alright."

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I handed him a mug of tea and sat on the armchair opposite him, crossing my legs and staring emptily at him, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"You remembered how I like it. Not too strong, not too milky, eh?" He laughed weakly, placing the mug on a coaster and staring at his hands.

"So, why are you really here, Tom?" I hummed, taking another sip of tea.

"I told you already. I miss you."
"Stop saying that. If you really miss me, you wouldn't have left in the first place."
"You made me. You didn't even tell me why."

I scoffed, standing up and leaning against the doorframe.

"You know why."
"Oh, you're kidding me. How am I supposed to apologise if you won't tell me what I did wrong?"
"Keep your dick out of another girl while you're in a relationship! That's how you can apologise! Just don't do it in the first fucking place!" I shouted, clearly taking him by surprise.

"Oh, so this is all about some obsessed fan?" He groaned, throwing his head back and rubbing his eyes. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm pregnant!" I shrieked, pushing past him and sitting down again. "And my little girl is not having a father like you."

"What do you mean 'your' little girl? This is my child too."
"Funny how you care now."
"I cared before, but if you gave me time for explanation, maybe things wouldn't have gone this way." He said, oddly calm.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and grabbed a small book from underneath the table beside the armchair.

"This is her." I said softly, pointing to a scan picture and smiling. Tom crouched beside me and ran his thumb along the picture, a gentle look in his eyes that I recognised from the first time we met.

"She has your nose." He whispered, looking up at me. His eyes were red and puffy, yet he still held a smile on his face.

"Please let me explain. Things really aren't what you think."
"For the sake of our daughter."

I'm trying so hard to catch up on requests! Here's one I wrote a while ago from a request that's been waiting for ages, so I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy💞

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