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Tom heard the cell phone ring in the bedroom and was sure it was Daya.
He ran from the bathroom, toothbrush still in his mouth, and answered it quickly, muttering an incomprehensible "Hi, love."
But somehow, she understood him, which made Tom crack a small smile as he walked back to the sink, where he continued to brush his teeth, waiting for her to respond.
What he didn't expect was her voice so low and sobbing: — Baby... I think I'm pregnant!Tom gasped. That's because she blurted out the sentence in one go just as he was rinsing his mouth, which made him cough and spit water all over the sink as he tried to catch his breath.
Hearing it, Zendaya immediately sounded worried:— Are you OK, baby? Tom, talk to me! Calm down, breathe, I'm just kidding!— What did you say? - His voice sounding weak and husky, still recovering from the shock.— Oh, it was just a joke! - Daya said starting to laugh a little at his reaction. — Wow, you almost had a fit, imagine when it's trueTom quickly cleaned the sink and walked to the bedroom, sitting on the bed, before speaking again:— You can't play with these things, we can't have children before we're married.— Oh, in God's name, you're not living in 1850 - Z said, making a joke.— But your father is. He was very clear about that. - Tom whispered dramatically, as if Kazembe could be listening to their conversation.Zendaya laughed. She knew her father had had "the talk" with Tom, right after she started wearing the engagement ring, and it was funny how Tom had turned the whole situation into: "Your father doesn't want grandchildren before we get married."— What if it were true? What could you do? - She said, wanting to keep the joke going.— Simple, we were going to Vegas right away. I always wanted to get married with Elvis' blessing.They both laughed openly at the enthusiastic way in which he spoke, as if it was an idea that had actually crossed his mind.
Z sighed, thinking about how much she missed being by his side and how it would take a little longer for them to see each other.
So, she decided to talk about the reason for her call so soon. — Baby, I called before you went to work to say... — ... That you love me? - Tom interrupted her, his voice sweet and full of jest.She fought a smile.
— This too. But mainly to let you know that I won't be able to go on Friday...— Please tell me it's another joke?- He interrupted again, this time his voice sounding broken.— I really wanted it to be, but they set up an early meeting, and one after lunch, that I don't even know what time it'll end. Which makes me stuck here until Saturday morning.— Argh! I can't believe I won't have you on my day off, I planned a perfect day! — Please don't talk like that, I'm also wasting the day with you, and because of work! You can still hang out with the boys and be distracted until I arrive. — I don't wanna go out with the boys! I made a reservation at a restaurant that looks amazing, and I just thought of you when I saw it, because...— No! - It was her turn to interrupt him — Don't say why, don't talk about the schedule, just reschedule for Saturday, I still want to be surprised, I still want to have the perfect day I know you planned.The way Z knew that Tom had been committed to organizing everything for each weekend with her, how he was refusing to know new things during the week just so he could live the experiences with her, made her love him even more. — Okay, I'll reschedule. Are you sure it wouldn't be easier for me to go to Boston? I wait for your meeting, we have lunch together and we went out at the end of the day. You can show me that museum you photographed.— The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum? You really liked this place, didn't you?She was surprised, because of all the places she photographed, the one he talked about the most was the museum with an internal garden.— You spoke with such passion about the place, and the photos turned out really amazing, of course I want to know a place that you were so enchanted by.She was silent, smiling, totally enchanted yes, but by him.— Tom?
— Yes, babe?
— I love you.He felt his heart miss a beat, his breath hitched for a second. He would never get used to the feeling those three words, spoken by her, did with him.
As always, it felt like the first time. — I love you too, Miss Coleman. - He muttered, smiling.Before she could say anything else, he heard Darnell's voice in the background. He only understood a few words like "training" and "car" which probably meant she needed to go.— Sweetheart, the car is almost here and you need go to work too. And about you came here, I don't think it would be fair for you to come on your day off, you'd be stuck in the apartment until I finish the meetings.— I would stay with Noon, I'm sure he misses me.— Obviously he misses you, as much as I do, maybe even more. But still, we'll be there on Saturday, I promise to even let you go out with him, just you two, quality time between father and son is important.Tom heard Harry yell from the kitchen that their car had arrived and they needed to get out, while he muttering an "I love this dog."— I'm on my way - Tom shouted back to Harry, returning to Z shortly after:
— It's ok, there seems to be nothing to do, I'll wait for you on Saturday, let me know the flight time so I can pick you up, okay?— I'll text you as soon as I confirm with Darnell. Have a great day, honey, see you at lunch. — You make facetime look like you'll be here. - Tom muttered — Have a good training, please don't get hurt again.He didn't miss an opportunity to talk about the bruises she was getting from training every day.— You seem to love kissing them, when I'm naked in your bed…She said this to counter his remark, but realized he took a deep breath before answering.— Don't talk about you naked in my bed when we both need to work, Zendaya. Hey, darling?It was her turn to suck in a breath. The way he said her name, the barely disguised desire.—Yea?— Don't book the flight. I'll be there Thursday night and then I'll show you how much I love kissing your body while you're naked in YOUR bed.The tone of his voice was decisive.
And Zendaya with her weak voice and hot body, begging all the gods that Thursday would come soon, can only confirm it with a simple sentence:— Can't wait for it.