My Everything [TBS Book 2] -TBC-

Chapter 5: Breakfast

-Rosie's p.o.v-
I woke up the next morning protectively wrapped in Thomas's arms and I glanced over to our alarm clock and the time read 6:24am. Ugh, so bloody early.

I laid there for a while staring at my peaceful boyfriend who's head was laying so incredibly close to mine. All of yesterday's memories came flooding back, we haven't had a day like that for a few weeks. It was much needed and so romantically unplanned. Dinner was spot on too, just what I needed!

Oh... Oh god... I-I'm gonna be sick. I can't move, crap. "T-Thomas. Thomas please! Wake up!" I stuttered, desperately trying not to throw up all over him and our bedding. "Huh? O-Oh crap, are you alri-" Before he could finish I ran off to our en suite and aimed for the closest object I could throw up in, the sink. Great, what a ballache that is to clean up! I stood there infront of our mirror leaning into the sink, renching and puking on and off.

A couple of minutes had past before Thomas wandered in. I could see his almost naked body in the mirror standing behind me holding my hair back while he rubbed circles on my back. "Maybe we should call a doctor? I'm not liking how often you've been throwing up lately." Oh, shit. No, not a doctor. They'll probably guess straight away that I'm pregnant! "No! I'm fine now." I said sternly. Thomas sighed and let go of my hair as I straightened myself again. "Are you really fine though?" Those deep brown puppy dog eyes always make me want to cave in... but I can't, not until I know for sure. "Yes, I promise." I mean, I wasn't lying. I do feel better once its all out.

I gargled some mouth wash to get rid of the horrible after taste before joining Thomas downstairs for breakfast. "I'm sorry I snapped, I just-" Thomas cut me short by pressing his finger against my lips. Ew, he knows I just threw up, right? "Don't apologise for anything, I just love you so much and I worry about you. I probably worry about you more than I should actually." He chuckled awkwardly to himself. "What do you have planned today?" I asked while making our coffee. "Just boring old paperwork. There's some to do on the house too but don't worry about it, its nothing massively important. Just tiresome. What about you?" "I'm meeting Kaya for lunch, I think we're going shopping too. Do you need anything from town?" Thomas shrugged. "I'll check after breakfast. Are you feeling up to it? You did thro- I mean... never mind, I'm just a worrier." He had the most guilt ridden, puppyish look on his face. "Oh, Tommy. I know you mean well by it, and yes I do feel up to it but if anything happens or changes I'll call you. Okay?" I gave him a reassuring smile and a peck on the cheek and sat down next to him on our breakfast bar. "Okay princess." He whined.

I threw on some quiet music in the background to cut out the silence between us. I sat there in awe watching Thomas read through the news paper. What a classic Thomas scene it was. He was sat there so casually with his half buttoned shirt, smart navy trousers while elegantly clinging onto his morning cupa'joe (coffee) with his messy bed head hair that looked perfectly styled without even having to fix it.

My man. Some days I look at him and still can't believe he's mine and only mine. Today is one of those days. Now I'm sat here thinking how lucky I am to possibly - well, most probably - be carrying his first child inside of me.

Oh, shit... if that is the case then that means no coffee for 9 damn months! Oh good god.