Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 55

"I'm so glad I get to have you home for 13 whole weeks," Fiona said, snuggling him tight. Tom kissed the top of her head as he turned off his alarm. 

"Me too, although most of the time I have to train. I'm going to be sweaty a lot," Tom sat up next to Fiona, her eyes had their glow again every time she looked at him, even if it was 5am.  

"Yeah it's going to be great!" She said with a huge smile. She rubbed his chest, he had already gained 10lbs and still had about another 20 to go. She liked the perks of him sweaty and muscular but she definitely would not want to be in his shoes, "you're so disciplined, I would literally die. I couldn't imagine."

Tom scoffed. "It's all for the art I guess. I'm a slave for it."

"I know," she kissed his chest, "you're great at what you do. You're going to get through this and it'll be beyond worth it."

"Thanks sweetheart," he sat up. "I gotta eat like 8 breakfasts before Pnut comes. Time to get started."

"I'll make you something," Fiona sat up with him and started getting out of bed.

"No, no. Don't worry. I picked up some food before I came home yesterday. Go back to sleep," he pulled her back into bed. "My fiance deserves to sleep, at least until the sun comes up."

"Fine, fine," she got back under the blankets. "Kick some ass babe." 

Tom laughed. He threw on some workout shorts before heading to get some breakfast.

. . . .

Fiona woke 4 hours later, it was just after 9am. Her first thought was to call her family and tell them the good news, but she wanted to tell them in person. She slipped on a pair of purple yoga pants, a white t- shirt and then a long sleeve sweater to cover her arms. She knew Tom was coming home yesterday so she had already scheduled the day off with Leanne and Mike. 

She wrapped the sweater around her, feeling the morning chill of springtime. They still get snow sometimes in early April and this morning there was frost. She walked directly to the coffee pot that she usually forgets to clean it after she uses it, and every morning she cursed herself for having to empty the old coffee and fill it up. This morning Fiona was pleasantly surprised that not only was it clean but it had coffee. It was all ready to go. It's the littlest things, she thought.  

Fiona hit start and crept down the stairs. She didn't want to interrupt if he was still working out but she was hoping to catch him in the act. Once downstairs she tiptoed across the hardwood floors to their gym.

She could hear the trainer counting down from 5. She peeked into the doorway and saw the back of his friend with Tom in front of him, also facing away from the door. When he got down to 1 she jumped at the loud bang as Tom let go of the heavy barbell. It had fallen hard on the matted floor, Fiona felt the vibration under her feet. 

"One more set and you're done," the man encouraged Tom. 

Tom squatted to pick the barbell back up and lifted it swiftly to his shoulders. There were two large plates on both sides of the bar, she assumed it weighed as much as her. As he stood up he pushed the bar above his head and continued back down to a squat. Fiona appreciated the view. Tom wasn't wearing a shirt, his body was slick with sweat. His hair was down on his forehead, drenched. Tom did the rep 5 times before dropping it again onto the floor. This time he turned around looking angry, or spent, Fiona wasn't sure which, or if it was both. She ducked back behind the wall, hoping he didn't see her. After a moment, she walked quietly back up the stairs.

She grabbed a mug from behind the glass cabinet door and poured her, now ready, coffee. She turned to the fridge and added some caramel creamer before sitting at the table stirring her coffee while she looked out at the pool. She couldn't wait for the summer again, even though Tom would be gone by August.