2 Years Later.

"Happy 2 years, baby." Jude clicked her wine glass with Tom's.

He leaned over the table and kissed her.

He had the perfect life, with the perfect wife, in a private house 15 minutes away from the city.

Everything had just, worked out.

Worked out the way they wanted it to.

And Tommy knew, as long as she was in his life, nothing else mattered.

They could be poor, living in a shack, with no money or careers,

And he'd love her just the same.


"I'm so sick." Jude lay on the couch.

"You've been working yourself to the bone, babe. A good artist needs a break here and there. But you've been at it since you were 15. 8 years."

"It's my life. 8 years. Can't stop now." Jude smiled.

"Your life, huh?" Tommy asked smiling.

"Exactly. You're my inspiration which is in my music which is my life. You." She smiled, leaving him slightly confused.

"I'll just think that's a good thing." Tommy smiled and kissed her softly.

It was the kind of thing he treasured, those soft meaningful kisses, the ones he knew he'd recieve for the rest of his life.

"Why would I be so stressed that I'd be sick?" Jude asked.

"Well... I guess running your own studio can be pretty hectic." Tommy mocked her a bit.

"Oh shut up." Jude smiled.

"The funny thing is, I'm not stressed... And the thing is, I'm... 2 weeks late." Jude smiled.

"Really?" Tommy smiled back.

Jude nodded and he hugged her.

"Well. We know the drill by now." Tommy got up.

They had been trying for almost a year and a half. Having a little rockstar would complete everything.

Jude grabbed a test from under the sink.

Maybe. Finally. They would get lucky.

Tommy waited patiently outside the door.

Jude came out, a shocked expression on her face.

"Tommy..."


Author's note: I'm backkkk. . Well. I'm starting something new. Because I want all my readers, who I adore, to have a part in the story. Everytime there's a cliff hanger that I would like an opinon or vote on, I'll put 3 stars at the end of the chapter. And now. You decide. Is Jude pregnant or not? Majority rules.

Love,

tomyfavoriteliar.