101 Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines

The Little Girl

The Little Girl

Thomas Pov

I hear a knock at the door of my sister’s hospital room. She just had her baby and her boyfriend was in America, so I was his replacement. I look at the door and then at Ava, my sister. She shrugs.

“Come in,” Ava and I say at the same time. Then a little girl, maybe six, skips into the room. Her blonde curls bouncing as she enters the room. I look back at Ava and she is as confused as I am. I swing my legs off the bed and walk over to the little girl. Her blue eyes watch me as I approach her. She’s a very beautiful girl. I get down on one knee to talk to her.

“Can I help you?” I ask her. The girl sticks out her hand for me to shake, so I do.

“I’m Ashton,” she tells me. I smile at her.

“That’s a beautiful name. I’m Thomas and this is my sister Ava,” I tell Ashton, pointing to Ava as they smile at each other. Ashton motions me closer to her. I move my head so she can whisper into my ear.

“She’s very pretty,” Ashton tells me. I smile and look her in the eyes.

“I know, isn’t she,” I reply. “So, Ashton, where are your parents?” I asked, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“My mommy is busy with my new brother and I don’t know where my daddy is. I haven’t seen him since Christmas. Mommy said he’ll be home soon,” Ashton tells me, like it’s okay. Like it’s normal. It makes me mad that a man would leave his wife and kids. But it makes me even more sad that this little girl will probably grow up without a father.

“Well, why are you in here? Don’t you want to be with your mom and brother?” I ask Ashton. She shrugs.

“Mommy’s too busy with the baby,” the little blonde girl explains. I nod.

“Oh, so you just wandered off. Don’t you think your mom will be scared if she knew you left?” I ask Ashton. She shrugs again.

“I don’t know. Will she?” Ashton asks, tilting her head slightly as she asked the question. Her blonde curls hit her shoulder and her bangs fell into her eyes.

“Yes! Of course she will!” I reassure Ashton. “Shall we go find her,” I say to Ashton. She nods. Then I stand up straight and look back at Ava who smiles at me. I smile back then Ashton reaches up for my hand. I let her hold it as we walk through the hospital hall.

“Do you remember what room your mom is in?” I asked her. She nodded.

“207” Ashton told me and we found our way to room 207. I knocked on the door. I heard a woman crying inside. I pushed open the door a bit and peaked in.

“Hello?” I said. The woman looked up at me and then looked down at her daughter. Her eyes filled with joy, replacing the sadness.

“Ashton!” she practically shouted. Ashton let go of my hand and ran to her mom. They hugged then as the separated, the woman looked up at me and smiled.

“Thank you,” she said, genuinely. Then she puts out her hand for me to shake.

“You’re welcome,” I reply. This woman is beautiful. She looks like an older version of her daughter. Her face is thinner than Ashton’s and her hair is longer and less curly, but she is still mesmerizing.

“I hope Ashton wasn’t too much trouble,” the woman says, putting her hands on Ashton’s shoulders and shaking them a bit. Ashton giggles as her mom started tickling Ashton’s sides.

“No, no trouble at all. She’s a very sweet girl. You are lucky to have such an amazing daughter,” I tell the woman. I see tears start to form in her eyes. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?” I asked. Now I feel guilty. Even when this woman cries she’s beautiful. The woman wipes away a stray tear.

“No, it’s just I wish my boyfriend felt the same way,” she admits to me. I’m touched that she would tell me this, a complete stranger. I walk closer to her and slip her hand into mine. Then I put her knuckles to my lips and kiss them gently.

“He’s an idiot for leaving such a beautiful family,” I tell her. I see her tears flow down her cheeks faster now. I can also see a faint blush come over her pale face. I looked down to see Ashton smiling widely at us. I smile back at her.

“Mommy, can Thomas stay here and play with me?” Ashton asked, tugging on her mom’s oversized shirt, which I bet was a maternity shirt.

“Well, baby, Thomas probably has to get back to his baby,” the woman tells her daughter. Ashton’s grin turns to a frown.

“No, it’s okay, I’d love to play. Plus I’m not even the dad of the baby I’m here visiting. He’s my nephew,” I inform them, mostly the woman. She raises an eyebrow. And I give her a flirty smirk. She blushes again.

“Yay!” Ashton says excitedly.

 

(A/N):

Hey, just wanted to say that there will be a part 2! Yeah! I hope you guys liked this. Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting! Feel free to request!

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