Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 49

In the kitchen, Tom rummaged through  the cabinets looking for some provisions.

"I can make you dinner," Fiona said walking around the counter toward the fridge.

"Nah don't worry about it," Tom spotted some of his favorite cereal on the shelf and pulled it out. He opened the box and dug his hand into the stiff plastic bag inside.

"That is not dinner," Fiona pestered him. "I don't mind, whatever you want. Or order something, but cereal is not going to fill you up."

Tom groaned and jumped to sit on the marble counter. He shoved a handful of flakes into his mouth, dropping some on the floor as he did. Tom still hadn't adjusted yet to not having a dog around to eat all the crumbs. Fiona eyed him as she grabbed the broom from the closet.

"Babe, what's today's date?" Tom was eating fistfuls of cereal and staring off into the distance. "It's Friday right, 8th?"

"Uh, yeah I guess so. That sounds right," she stopped to think.

"You have your period on the calendar for the 1st," he looked at her. She went to Tom and looked at the calendar herself, maybe she forgot to switch it to April.

Her face twisted as she tried to think back to when she had it last and if she messed up the date. She couldn't remember and had to assume the calendar was correct.

"Do you think you're pregnant?" Tom asked, bewilderment overcoming him.

"I mean, it's only a few days. It's not that uncommon for it to be late. I'm sure it's fine," she tried to shrug it off. She wanted kids, maybe, but in the future. Fiona looked at Tom who looked almost happy, "Why? Do you want me to be?"

Tom hopped off the counter and walked over to Fiona. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the worst thing. I think I'd be a good dad, force me to grow up a bit," he was sincere. Fiona knew it wouldn't be awful and that he'd be great, but she didn't feel mentally ready. "How do you feel about it?"

"I really want to enjoy my life with you first," she admitted, "I am rooting for my period."

"Fair enough," he hugged her from behind. "Whatever happens."

"Thanks," she said quietly.

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After Fiona insisted on making Tom some stir fry and rice they settled in on the couch. They put on some recorded television from their TiVo. Fiona waited to watch it with Tom, it was one of their favorite things to do.

Tom sat on the corner of the couch with his arm around Fiona. She was curled up next to him covered with a dark blue woven blanket. Their cats Henry and Hunter were curled up like yin and yang next to them on the other end of the couch. She knew Tom was thinking of how Max had always climbed into his lap. Their house definitely felt too large for just the two of them and two cats, maybe it was time to get another dog. Then she thought how chaotic it would be if she was pregnant. She was not ready for that craziness, especially with Tom having a jam packed year.

Tom's phone vibrated on the coffee table. Leaning forward to pick it up, he turned the screen on and then off again after reading the message on the home screen. Sitting back with Fiona under his arm, he gave her a squeeze.

Fiona looked at him, expecting him to share whatever it was that he read. It buzzed again but Tom didn't move for it. She put her head back down against him, wondering who it was that texted him. She hoped he'd disclose it on his own so she didn't have to look neurotic.

It vibrated twice more without Tom budging, Fiona, curious and annoyed that he didn't at least turn off the vibration, leaned off the couch and grabbed it. She clicked on the screen, mostly out of habit but it was clear she wanted to know who was texting Tom at 10 o'clock.