Out of Order Love

Chapter Ten: An Evening In

I've been working for almost three weeks; a month of marriage gone and passed. Tom spends his days when I am not home studying his script, spending time with Harrison at the gym, and keeping himself busy in ways he won't tell me. Since I work long hours, him and I have come up with a system. When I come home, I make dinner Monday through Thursday, after we eat, Tom cleans up as I get ready to go to bed. The two of us then sit on the couch watching t.v. or talking until I can barely keep my eyes open, eventually heading to bed to repeat the process the next day. On Friday, we order in, it just makes life a little easier and then we can plan what to do for the weekend.

Tonight, however, I am just so done. All I want to do is sit on the couch and sleep, going home to make dinner is the last thing I want to do. When I open the door, I see Tom sitting on the couch with Tessa next to him. She lifts her head when I let myself in and comes to greet me at the door. "Hey, Tessa, baby. How was your day?" I coo at her as I slip off my tennis shoes. Tom doesn't look up from his script, to engrossed in whatever his upcoming character is doing to even notice the absence of Tessa next to him, which usually alerts him to my arrival. So instead of just yelling out a "Hello?" to pull him from his script, I walk over and plop down directly next to him and lay my legs across his lap over the iPad that he is reading this script from, causing him to jump.

Tom relaxes, realizing that I am home, and lets out a low chuckle before looking at me softly, pulling his arms out from under my legs, setting them on top. "Long day?"

"The longest, and I have one more tomorrow!" I sing the last bit before laying my head on the back of the couch. "Can I ask a favor?" He nods, watching me with amused eyes. "Can we do take-out tonight? I really don't feel like cooking."

"Yeah, we can do that. What are you thinking?" He shifts slightly and pulls his phone out from under him.

"I really want Mexican." I reach out for his phone and he passes it to me so I can google the place I had passed on the way home. "I heard this place has really good wet burritos."

Tom smiles and looks through the menu after I do. He nods after a few minutes and puts his hand out. I lean over to grab my bag from besides the couch and dig for my phone. I then hand it to him so he can use mine to call and his to look at the menu. After he orders and gives them our address he hands back my phone. "They said it'll be here in twenty minutes. What can I do for you to help you feel better?"

"Such the gentleman." I go to swing my legs off of him, but he wraps his arm around them and holds me in place. "I wanna go change," I whine, giggling and wiggling a little.

He just keeps looking at me with a dopey smile that makes me want nothing more to stay and let him take care of me. "C'mon, (Y/N), what can I do to help?"

"As much as I know I shouldn't drink, can we crack open a bottle of wine? Then I can tell you about some of the funny things that happened today. They involve you." I say.

"Oh god, is it bad?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"Not awful, kind of comical in some regards, but-" I pat his hand and he lets go of my legs- "I want out of my scrubs." I slip my legs off his lap and head back to our bedroom. I change into a t-shirt and shorts before walking back out into the living room, fluffing my hair out of the tight ponytail. Tom has two glasses of wine and is sitting down when I come back. Once I sit, he moves my legs back across his lap before handing me my glass. "Thank you, Tom."

"Now, I am absolutely curious on what happened today."

"Well, firstly, I had paparazzi follow me into work-"

"Oh no." Tom chuckles

"Oh yes, so basically he came in and sat in the waiting room for a while, then slowly started to slip into the clinic. It wasn't until I saw him attempting to hide behind a plant that I realized who he was and alerted security."