Mrs. Hiddleston

Chapter 13

Mrs. Hiddleston
Chapter 13

But after few hours of peacful sleep you started seeing nightmares again and you slept restlessly the whole night.

You woke up in the early morning from another nightmare. You kept seeing nightmares and you couldn't do anything about it! But this time it was different.

You didn't remember what you saw. You were afraid and your heart pounded madly in your chest, but you didn't remember the nightmare. You tried to think and recall the horrid dream, but it only gave you a headache.

So you got up from the bed, put on your dressing gown and exited the bedroom quietly. You headed towards the kitchen to take the pill dr. Johnson gave you.

When you had swallowed the pill with a glass of water, you tiptoed to the living room to check if Tom was still asleep. But he was not there. The couch was empty.

You started looking around, trying to find him.

"Tom?" you called hesitantly. There was no response. You walked to the hallway to check if he was in the bathroom maybe. But the lights in there were off and the door was slightly ajar, so he wasn't there.

You doubted that he was in the bedroom, but just in case, you decided to look there too.

"Tom?" you called again as you pushed the door open and entered, but it was just like you assumed- the room was empty.

This made you worry and worrying gave you another headache. This time it was stronger and it frightened you a little. The last thing you wanted was to go back to the hospital.

You went back to the living room and lied down on the couch to rest. You took the pillow that Tom had slept on and rested your head on it. It smelled like him and pretty soon you were sound asleep.

You woke again some time later to the sound of footsteps walking around in the apartement. You felt the blanket covering your body.

Delicious smell of pancakes was coming from the kitchen. Sun shone through the curtains and warmed your legs. You stretched and hugged the pillow.

It was almost like you were home again. Everything felt, and smelled so familiar and you smiled. You almost believed that everything that had happened in the past two months was just a dream and you had finally woken up.

You felt someone caress your cheek softly. The hand was not your mother's. It was Tom's. This was not a dream. This was a reality.

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His face was very close to yours; you could tell it by the way his breath hit the side of your neck.

"Y/N, darling, it's time to wake up," he whispered softly.
"Breakfast is ready!" You opened your eyes and Tom smiled at you. He was kneeling next to the couch.

"I made pancakes." You smiled at him.
"Where were you?"
"I went running. I go running every day in the early morning, remember?" he replied. You nodded sleepily and closed your eyes again.
"I will go back to the kitchen, darling," Tom said, pecked your lips and then left.

You stirred and opened your eyes again. It was almost 9am and you were hungry.

You stood up slowly, adjusted your dressing gown and made your way to the kitchen. Tom had prepared your breakfast and it looked delicious.

"Good morning, love," he said as he beamed at you and you returned the smile.
"Good morning!" you replied. As a true gentleman, he pulled the chair out for you to sit.
You ate in silence and afterwards you got dressed.