***ENGLISH ISN'T MY LANGUAGE***

So, here's the thing. I am still a huge Towen stan, they will be forever and ever my OTP number 1. But lately Owen's attitude so indifferent towards Teddy and the baby has made me lose a little bit the inspiration to continue with "I Believe in Fate". I won't abandon it, not at all! I have two new chapters but i need to polish them. But I also think it's better to write what you feel and right now I have a lot of inspiration to write about Teddy and Tom.

He is a real gentleman with Teddy and that makes me very happy. This will be a short story, not like my other fics, 5 chapters at the most. I hope you like it and let me know what you think.

I promise that I will update at least one of my other stories this week.

I also invite you to read "Our Own Traditions", my newest Towen fic inspired by episode 15X12.

Enjoy!

TEDDY

"You and I are... something else. We are... "

I don't think about it anymore, I catch Tom's lips between mine and I kiss him softly and slowly, he corresponds me.

I'm about to go further, I'm ready to go further but immediately stop. Not now, and not like this. Gently I back off.

"I am really pregnant!" I say to Tom and he smiles sweetly at me, he knows what I mean by that, for a moment I think he would reject me or push me to go further, but instead he invites me to come to his room to eat sandwiches and bacon. How to say no?

My heart melts in that instant. Those little details of gentleness and attention are the ones that make me feel attracted to Tom in the first place. He cares a lot about my wants and needs, even fulfilling them in advance, things Owen should be doing, but anyway... I'm happy to have Tom. Although once in a while I feel down because Owen isn't living all this experience of the pregnancy with me is also true that I don't need anything else, in about 3 months I'll have my sweet girl in my arms and yes... I'm with Tom. I'm happy, I'm smiling again on a daily basis. I'm laughing again! Which I hadn't done since... I don't remember since when.

Tom makes me laugh each and every day. He always keeps me on my toes, on alert, with my mind working fast to answer as intelligently as possible to his sassy comments. But at the same time he's the sweetest man, his soft casual touches, the smiles that he gives me every time we meet in the corridors, how he worries about whether I already ate or not, or what I crave fulfilling my cravings not at the moment but instead when I least expect it, what makes it even more special.

I don't know if what I feel for him is love, it's definitely not the same as I feel for Owen, but I know it's special, I know it's real. I blush when he smiles at me, when he puts his hand in the small of my back when we walk together, when he sends me messages with silly jokes or just a "Good evening" or "Good morning". Every time we say goodbye I look forward to the next day to see him. Maybe this is love, another kind of love. A new love.

I enter the room and the smell of bacon makes my mouth water. Tom walks up to me and drags off the chair for me to sit down.

"Help yourself! Oh, but leave me something". He says making me laugh and sitting in the chair next to me.

We both eat in silence and for a moment it becomes uncomfortable, I just told him that we are something else, basically I just told him that I want to be with him, but he doesn't say anything. I start to freak out. Does he want something more? That something that, although my body and my hormones cry out for it, I don't feel ready or comfortable giving it to him.

"Are you okay?" Tom asks after a few minutes.

"Of course. I have food, I have bacon, I'm great!"

"You're lying. Look, Teddy..." My heart starts beating hard. I'm afraid of what he's going to say. "I don't want you to think that you need to give me something or you have to do things that you don't want to do. I would never push you to do anything, you know, right?"

I smile sadly looking down.

"I like you, Teddy. A lot. More than I expected, more than I thought possible, I had never felt this I'm feeling now, not even for my ex-wife. I'm not a person who expresses his feelings, I hide behind this facade of the haughty and cocky world-renowned neurosurgeon, but with you... with you I can't, you've left defenseless and adrift. I feel... I feel like I'm falling in love with you, but you—"

"I feel that too". I interrupt him with a trembling voice as my tears stream down my cheeks. His speech made everything inside me shudder. "I'm falling in love with you. I love being with you, I love how special you make me feel, it's like you don't care that I'm expecting another man's baby—"

"It's because I don't care." He tells me without hesitation. "I like you, all of you and everything that you and being with you implies. I can tell that you feel uncomfortable and embarrassed at the idea of being with me while pregnant, but if what holds you back is what I think, know that I don't care. Now that if you don't want to do it now, I don't care either. We will have time, as long as you want it too".

"I do want". I tell him crying and smiling.

"I want that too". He tells me sweetly wiping my tears with his thumb.

I throw myself into his arms kissing him again. I can't have enough of his kisses. They are soft and passionate at the same time. They make my legs shake. They make my mind go blank. They make that each and every one of the worries that weighed on me during the last months disappear. They make me feel special. They make me feel loved, desired.

I cling to the collar of his shirt and he to my waist. He takes off my coat and I undo his shirt. We go stumbling and kissing to the bed until the back of my legs hit the mattress.

"Wait, wait!". I say again breaking the kiss. He sighs smiling and places his forehead against mine cupping my face and caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm still not ready". I say in an almost childlike voice.

"I know". He tells me with the softest voice I've heard coming out of him since I've known him, sending electric currents all over my spine and making my skin crawl.

"We can sleep... I mean, you can stay".

"You mean you can stay, we're in my room". Tom tells me with a slightly arrogant tone. This makes me laugh out loud.

"You're impossible!"

He laughs with me. "Come here". He takes me by the hand removing the blankets and helps me sit on the bed. He kneels in front of me and takes off my boots and socks. "Lie down".

I obey him and he sits at my feet placing them in his lap and begins to give me a gentle massage. I can't help close my eyes and moan softly, it's just what I need, I could get used to this. He goes up to my ankles and my calves, massaging them with his skilled thumbs.

"Not as good as Mimi but I do my best".

"It's perfect, it's perfect. Go on, go on!" I mumble. After minutes he stops.

"Lie on your side". Again I obey. He takes some pillows and places one of my legs on top of them and asks me to hug another. Once I'm in the position he tells me to he starts massaging my lower back with the base of his hands, and oh God! Definitely this is better than sex.

He keeps massaging me and asking me if he's hurting me or not, but I can't answer just moan drowsy, which makes him laugh and interprets it as a "I'm loving this". My eyelids begin to feel really heavy until my mind goes completely blank and I succumb to sleep.

TOM

I massage her back and she just groans and orders me to keep going. This woman is something else, she is like a miracle. My miracle. Every moment I spend with her I'm more convinced that what I feel for her is real. From that day when I saw her in the elevator she caught my attention, and although at that time it was only physical attraction weeks later when we shared that plate of fries something changed in me.

Not even the fact that she is pregnant with Owen Hunt's daughter matters to me, if Teddy gives me the chance I'd love that little girl as if she were mine. I can't understand how Owen doesn't seem to care about her, about them. Sometimes my blood boils to see how he isn't even good at asking Teddy how she is doing. But his lost my gain. I want to be with her and she wants to be with me, and I'll give her what she deserves and more.

Minutes later no sound comes from her. She is deeply asleep. I cover her with the blankets and I kiss her on the temple. I go to the bathroom to change in my pajamas and return to lie down next to her. It's the first time I'll sleep with her. I don't know if I should stay in bed or move to the sofa. But we're only sleeping, it's not a big deal, isn't it? She proposed it in the first place, meaning that she is comfortable with this. I don't want to push her, I don't want to scare her. We will walk at her rate, she will set the pace and I will follow her. She is really changing me, she is taking my armor and I am surrendered. Nobody had achieved it before.

I remain lying next to her, admiring her face. Her perfect eyebrows, her huge eyelashes, her delicate nose that rises in an adorable heart shape at the tip, her pink lips that kiss in a mind-blowing way. I smile. I'm all hers.

Her eyelids flutter a little and she smiles sleepily moving closer to me and snuggling against my chest. I take her in my arms and kiss her on the top of her head.

"Goodnight". I say and she just hums softly. Minutes later we are both deeply asleep.