A/N: Holy crap! I'm soo sorry about the long wait on this one. I've been extremely busy but I finally found some time to update this fic! Anyways, I decided to double post as an apology for making you guys wait so long. Thanks for all of the support! Anyways, I won't keep you any longer.
Chapter 4 – Haven Pt. 1
Jude spent a total of two weeks in the hospital, letting her wounds from the crash heal. Tommy spent all of his time by her side, making sure that even though she didn't remember him, he loved her and he wasn't going anywhere.
"Welcome to our humble abode," Tommy said waving a hand inside the door showing Jude the way in. She stepped into the 12,000 sq ft home and she scanned the entirety of the foyer.
"Humble is hardly a word to describe it," Jude muttered as her eyes wandered around her. A crystal chandelier hung from above and curved staircases from either side of the room lead her view to the railings that separated the second floor.
Tommy watched as she roamed the foyer. Her hair swayed from side to side as she slowly scanned the tables with her hands.
"Would you like the grand tour?" he asked finally and Jude looked up at him with a smile.
"Sure. I'd love that," she answered walking up to where Tommy was. He had held out his elbow like a gentleman would to a lady and she hooked her arm into his as he began to lead her through the house.
"This is our lovely living room. Equipped with fireplace and working fire," he said sounding like a realtor. He had disconnected himself from Jude and walked up to the fireplace and held his hands up like Vanna would.
Jude laughed at his antics, but let him continue describing the fabric of the cushions on the couches and showing the hidden home entertainment system in a cabinet.
"Next, is the kitchen," he said placing a hand at the small of her back to lead her in. "This was your haven, your favorite room in the whole house. If I was looking for you, you'd be here," he smiled remembering the aroma that would always capture him and force him to this room.
"Haven huh?" Jude interrupted his rather off-key chant. "So I can cook?" She asked, as she leaned her elbows on the island and rested her chin on her hand.
"Well, I certainly can't cook. I can barely cook hamburgers," Tommy claimed looking down in shame. "You would spend hours in here, just making inventions…which turned out rather well…most of the time," Tommy added with a grin. He remembered many times he would have to sit through meals and wished his olfactory system wasn't functioning that day.
"Hmm, I wonder if I can still cook."
"Let's not try that theory tonight," Tommy suggested fearing that if she didn't remember he'd have to endure one of those 'olfactory' nights.
"So you'll cook then?" She asked grimly.
"Trust me, Jude. I would never put you through that," he answered sincerely. Even he wouldn't subject to himself to his cooking.
"Duly noted."
"So, let's take you upstairs then," Tommy suggested changing the subject. He led her up the curvy staircase and she noticed that even the railings reflected the glamour of the house with its metal floral design.
The second floor was much more entertaining than the first. Tommy had showed her the basics of the entertainment room, their offices, awards room, and the three guest rooms. The guest rooms were themed as Victorian, Georgian, and modern. The modern being the room that Tommy decided to occupy while his wife got used to the fact that they were married, and the one he would usually occupy those nights of argument.
"Looks more like a bachelor pad than my husband's bedroom," Jude stated following Tommy out of the room.
"Well you have your haven, I've got mine. So leave it alone," Tommy retorted. He turned to face his wife, and smiled showing her that he was just teasing. "C'mere," he said taking her hand and bringing her to a hug. She willingly returned his affection as she had many times before feeling safe in his arms. "You're my true haven, Harrison," he whispered into her ears.
Jude felt comfort in his words and she smiled, thinking about how lucky she was to have this man in her life. He had taken care of her from the beginning, and she had appreciated it.
From the corner of her eyes Jude had noticed a room that was padlocked, a room that Tommy hadn't shown her yet.
"What's that room?" She asked pointing to the wooden door. She walked towards it and Tommy's eyes grew and his heart began to race. He followed suit and he raced over to her.
"That's just a storage room. You don't iever/i need to go in there," he answered rather quickly. He saw the confusion in her eyes as he spoke. "I mean, it's a big mess in there, I wouldn't want anything falling over and hurting you," he added trying to further explain his nervous behavior. "C'mon, let me show you our—your bedroom," Tommy said leading her across the hallway. She forgot all about his change of subject as she gazed into the bedroom that was hidden behind wooden French doors.
She was mesmerized by the classic crown molding above her and the gold trimming on the walls. She gazed at the king sized bed that stood in the center of the room, and her eyes widened at the closet that might as well had been another room.
"Wow," was all that could come out of her mouth as she examined the lavish room. Jude walked through their closet and she skimmed her hanging dresses as she passed by. Inside she found another smaller room that occupied a floor covered in blankets and pillows. She looked at Tommy questioningly and he smiled as he realized that she had found their haven. But he also remembered that it was a place that had remained empty for a very long time.
Jude walked inside and there she found a quantity of notebooks and two guitars leaning against a wall. She sat down and began to flip through the pages as Tommy followed her inside.
"What is this place?" Jude asked becoming more fascinated with the leather book in her hands.
"It's a little place we could just get away from everything and just write songs for each other, together," he smiled sitting down next to her. He watched her flip to a page and she looked up at him her brows furrowed.
"We haven't written something in a while," she spotted out pointing to the date on the page. It was dated over two years back and Tommy's heart stopped as she questioned him.
"Yeah, we got really busy with everything. We really didn't have a lot of time together to do much of anything these last couple of years," he explained leaving out the fact that their marriage had been on the rocks since then as well.
She nodded at his explanation as if to accept it, and she began to flip through the pages again to see if any of them popped out at her. She stopped at a page that she noticed had two sets of handwriting on the page.
"Can I hear this song?" She asked pointing to the scribbles on the page. Tommy took the book from her and sighed, remembering the night they had written it. The last night they would ever write a song together.
He nodded and grabbed a guitar, motioning for her to sit down with him and she obeyed.
"You ready?" he asked smiling at her and she nodded handing him the book so he could look refer to it. But he didn't need the book. He had it tattooed in his memory. Strumming a chord he looked into his wife's eyes and began to sing.
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do.
Oh, we just get closer
I fall in love all over.
As he sang, Jude thought about what she has learned about this man who claimed to love her. She thought about how he would always be there, by her hospital bed whenever she woke, and how he would sing to her when he thought that she was sleeping. His voice was so beautiful and so calming and she knew that even though she didn't remember their love, she felt it through this song; through the words that they had written together. Somehow, with Tommy she knew she'd be safe.
Every time I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me.
Jude had crawled up next to Tommy and he instinctively put his guitar down and wrapped an arm around her shoulder comfortingly, but he continued to sing their song.
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah
He finished the song and he looked into his wife's tear filled eyes. He wiped them away and gently brushed her lips with his, thanking god that she didn't reject him and they both sat in each other's arms perfectly content.