A/N Trigger warning for mention of rape
Cora woke the next morning in Thomas’s bed though he wasn’t there. She was wearing one of his t-shirts over her knickers though she didn’t remember changing clothes. She wandered out into his kitchen to look for something to eat. He had become much better about keeping food in the house since they had started dating. She opened the fridge and looked inside and blinked back tears when she saw the cake box still tied with its ribbon. She took out a few eggs and some butter and was about to start making herself breakfast when she heard her phone ring.
She didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Can I speak to Cora Donovan, please?”
“This is her.”
“Hello, my name is Dr. Harrigan. I’m treating your husband for his spinal tumor.”
A/N: So, my lovely reader rogue347 told me that she really wants to know what has been going on in Tom’s mind and you know what? I thought it would be a wonderful idea to switch it up and do this chapter mainly from Tom’s POV J So thanks for inspiring that idea! Because I know the last chapter left some of you thinking Tom is an arse (in my mind he really isn’t! But since the whole thing was from Mickey’s POV, that’s understandable) but I hope you guys can see how much he really does love her. And the rest, once again, the lovely, lovely comments just make me want to weep. There are about 5 more chapters to go. Sit tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!
Just one more thing: As you all have noticed, Italics denote their thoughts and Bold means flashbacks and snippets of conversations in the past.
Also…err…regarding what happens to Tom’s dad (clearly fictional)
[Past: 18 May 1998]
[Tom]
‘Micks, are you alright?’ I asked, as I climbed out to meet her on Theodore.
‘Well, my parents were pissed…’ she said, shrugging her shoulders as she looked at me.
Why is it every single damn time I look at you, my heart skips a little? Great. I sound like a girl.
But you do…
I climbed over to her side as she scooted over to make room for me.
Note: So, heres the next part. I’m kind of stuck on the chapter after this. Your input is ALWAYS welcome :)
Chapter 4
Tom arrived at Rebecca’s, flowers in hand, and was greeted with a warm smile from Rebecca. She was wearing a very tight fitting black dress that show cased all of her womanly curves. Tom handed her the flowers and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Rebecca took hold of Tom’s arm and he walked her to the car, being very much the gentleman and opened the door for her.
“I’m not going to lie, Rebecca. I am quite nervous. It’s been a while since, since I’ve been out on a date.”
“Don’t worry about it hon. I don’t bite, I promise.”
A/N: Just in case some of you don’t know who he is, the ‘Barlow’ refers to Gary Barlow from boy/man band Take That.
Part Twelve
Bethany had taken great joy in replying to the governmental email from Tom and telling him, in the politest manner possible, that the residents of Winton Green refused the proposed visit from the Minister. After hitting the send button she had smiled smugly to herself and left her Portcullis House office for a weekend back in her constituency.
The Saturday morning surgery had been its usual dull affair. The neighbours with the ivy trellis problem were still bickering. Bethany had come to the conclusion that she was unable to do anything at all about it so it was best that they fight the problem out in court. It seemed rather petty and ridiculous for her to have to sit to listen to neighbourly squabbles when she had important cases to do with asylum and benefits claims to be dealing with. If she had told them in no uncertain terms that she didn’t care about the ivy trellis then it would only reflect badly upon herself. Instead, Bethany had sat and taken it. Her morning sat in the church hall was lightened when she had received her usual visit from a man called John. An old friend of her father’s, John had severe mental health issues and as part of his routine he would visit Bethany every surgery. His gift to her would always be a packet of fig rolls and four cans of cheap supermarket bitter for her long train journey back to London.
I’m off to London to tie up some loose ends. Sorry for having to leave so suddenly. I’ll be back in time for dinner.
Leah sighed putting her phone back into her purse Dr. Unsworth could see the disappointment in her face. It was almost as if Tom had simply run away like he didn’t even want to give it a try. She wasn’t trying to make him feel crazy that was never her intention in fact she was doing this because she wanted to love him wanted to be able to feel things for him. It was only their first therapy session and already in her eyes it was a complete disaster.
A/N: I just noticed that Chapter 16 is missing on here, probably I forgot to submit it on here ^^;; here it is :)
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I told you that I act before I feel.
Now, a few days after the wedding, I have these occasional moments during the day when I’d suddenly stop whatever I’m doing and freeze right there to digest the fact that I’m a Mrs. Like, what? How have I even ended up being a wife? What’s happened? It’s crazy because it feels like everything’s changed but then in reality, things are still the same.
My family and Talia still have less than a week here in Montreal and Jeff’s family make sure that they’re having a nice time. They’ve even decided to take us on a 3-day trip in some other parts in Quebec, including a beautiful island, and also Francis will drive us up north so that we can see more red maple leaves. I really appreciate the gesture because Francis is the only one who does all the driving and I can’t imagine how tiring it must be. (Neither Helene nor Jeff drive and for the rest of us, who come from a huge metropolitan city, never need to drive.) We end up going to a ski resort in Mont Tremblant for the view (since it’s not snowing yet), to an island for a great stay at a B&B whose owners know the family for years, and also stay in another hotel situated in front of a breathtakingly beautiful lake surrounded with autumn-colored leaves. My mother especially loves it for I believe she’s gone out there in the morning and took hundreds of photos in less than an hour.
Chapter 26
September 2004
Mum looked like she was going to cry. I dabbed a tissue beneath her eyes. “You’re going to ruin your makeup.”
She smiled. “Anthony’s happy, you think?”
I grinned right back, looking out the glass door at my brother standing at the head of the aisle made in our back garden. He adjusted his tie and pulled on the cuffs of his dress shirt. It had been a long time since I’d seen him in a suit, but he looked nice. He was twenty-six and getting married.
“Over the moon, Mum. I swear.” I made sure Mum had her flower pinned in the right place. “He and Cheyenne are perfect for each other. Absolutely perfect.”
A/N: A New multi-chapter fic about what happens when Edward from Joanna Hogg’s Archipelago returns home from his work in Africa.
Click here to read the Prologue first.
Edward walks down the street, the bustle of inner London flying past his shoulders. He is in the tourist district, the part of London he usually avoids, but something is spurring him on, that same invisible hand that stopped him at the gate. His feet are following a path they already know, a preplanned, predestined trip down the paving stones.
He walks past shop window after shop window, adorned with greenery and tiny white lights. Carols play from speakers, and there is a small group of handbell ringers in the square, dressed in Victorian clothes and hunched down in their overcoats, ringing out “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.”
It hardly seems like Christmas to Edward, and it isn’t a bad thing; Christmas has always been a gently terrible time for him, the pile of wild, twisting expectations higher than the pile of extravagant, unnecessary presents. He always has the urge to run away at Christmas, but he bites his lip and makes it through, discharging his obligation and eating a bit too much of the Christmas pudding, the next day feeling only a little bit too heavy with food and drink.
Hello again, chapter 5 for people who are reading. I hope you are enjoying this because I’m pushing myself through bad writers block to get to the good stuff I have planned. Warnings: fluff as usual, nothing else.
Chapter 5
It had been at least 3 weeks since Loki had admitted to having feelings for Hazel and she still couldn’t believe it. All he had done the past few weeks was bringing her exotic flowers from Asgard, jewellery from Asgard, chocolate treats (which were divine!) from, you guessed it, Asgard. He seemed so desperate to show her his home without actually taking her there. She had mentioned once that she would love to see this infamous Asgard but when she brought it up he looked like she had just suggested a war. She didn’t know what was happening on Asgard but from that reaction she knew something wasn’t right. Not wanting to upset him again, she dropped the idea all together and just enjoyed the gifts and showers of affection. He would hold her hand, kiss her hand, maybe her cheek from time to time but never ever on the lips. This did start to annoy her slightly but she didn’t bring it up, he was being a gentleman and she liked that. Yes she had fallen for him, she knew he was dangerous but her feelings just couldn’t be overridden.
A/N: This is a mix of two prompts, the one about “Back at One” and a terrorist attack. Also, sorry I change POV often, I thought it was better for the story to have both Tom/OC tell the story as it was unfolding.
“You packed my suit, right? “
“Tom, I made sure Luke sent my dress and your suit to LA days ago.” Tom smiled as he went back to packing his bag.
“I wish you could fly out with me.” He mumbled, folding his boxer briefs nicely before shoving them in one of the millions of zippers on his bag.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I have work to finish here before I can go. It’ll only be two days, okay?” I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He grabbed my hand, kissing the top of it softly. “Hurry up, Tom. You have to be at the airport in two hours.” I start handing him clothes to pack since we’ll be staying a week in LA, celebrating our ‘coming out as a couple.’