Part 12
Tommy went to answer the pounding door, wearing only his boxers, his hair sticking up at weird angles. It was barely 7 in the morning and he and Jude had had a late night. Stuart Harrison stood on the other side, giving him the father death glare that he recognized from when he had first started dating Sadie. Stuart had hoped that maybe Tommy was staying at Jude's merely as a friend, but seeing his state of undress he didn't believe it not that he had really believed it before either.
"Come in Stuart." Tommy said resignedly. Stuart walked into the living room and sat on the couch. He waited as Tommy went to put some clothes on and wake Jude. Stuart had never believed Tommy and his eldest daughter should have dated. He had had to put away his doubts when they proven him wrong and had stayed together for 4 years before getting married. Tommy had always had a bad reputation where women were concerned and he had always sensed something between Tommy and Jude. As a father he had worried about that fire that burned between Jude and Tommy. She had been only 15 and Tommy 7 years her senior when they had met and the connection had been almost instantaneous. He had once thought Tommy had stayed away from Jude to protect her, but it seemed his true colors had finally shown through.
He had broken Sadie's heart and divorced her all in the course of a a few months. Now he was living with Jude and he had a feeling Tommy had been the reason Jude had all but disappeared months ago. He frowned as he tried to figure out a way to make Jude see that Tommy was bad for her. His youngest daughter so headstrong and sure of herself had always had a weak spot where Tommy Quincy was concerned. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice at first that they had come into the room.
He saw his own eyes before anything else. They were scared and guilty as they looked into his. When he took the rest of her in, pure shock raced through his veins.
"Dad? Are you okay?" Jude said worriedly as she walked to her father, sitting down beside him.
"How could you not tell me Jude?" She looked away, down at her clasped hands. She felt Tommy's hand on her shoulder as he stood behind the couch.
"I thought Sadie told you." She said in a small voice. Her father took her hand and she looked up at him, her blue eyes shining with tears.
"Jude come home with me. Monica would love to have a baby around the house. We can take care of you..."
"Dad!" She said in shock at his words.
"Jude think. He moved in on you while married to your sister. He can't be trusted. You of all people should know that." She pulled her hand out of his and moved back, putting her hand up to take Tommy's.
"He has a name Dad!"
"Stuart I..."
"You do not get to speak Tom." The older man glared at him. "You cheated on one of my daughters and now you've moved on to the next. Look at her!" He motioned to Jude's belly.
"Like you're one to talk Dad." Jude said angry for Tommy, who wasn't defending himself. Tommy pulled his hand away from hers and she turned to try to catch his eyes. He wouldn't look at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It just means Tommy isn't the only person to make mistakes with the people he's supposed to love Dad." She didn't have to mention his infidelity, for him to understand what she meant.
"Jude..." She shook her head.
"Dad I'm sorry. But if you want to be a part of your grandson's life you are going to have to accept that Tommy is his father." Jude felt tired all of a sudden, the lack of sleep and stress catching up with her.
"I am responsible for my own actions too Dad. Tommy isn't the only one who made mistakes. Blaming him isn't going to change anything..."
"Jude this isn't you...I don't know what it is he does to you, but you have always been blind to his faults." She stood up as quickly as she could then.
"Dad I think you should go."
"You're kicking me out?" Stuart stood up too, looking at his daughter in surprise.
"Just don't...I can't listen to this anymore..." He could see the tension in her face and he nodded. He touched her shoulder and she walked him to the door.
"I'll call you soon okay?" He said, trying to catch her eyes. She shook her head.
"No...Take some time to process this, because I won't listen to you slamming Tommy anymore." Her father nodded and kissed her cheek before leaving.
She shut the door behind him and turned to see Tommy still standing there his face in that cold mask she had not seen in a longtime.
"Babe...I'm sorry about my father." She said as she made her way over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head against his chest. His tense body, relaxed just the tiniest bit at her touch.
"He's right..." Tommy finally said. Anger blazed in her eyes, as she looked up at him. She took his face in her hands forcing him to look at her.
"You have promised me for the last 4 months that you would be there for me. Are you changing your mind?"
"Jude. No! Never..."
"Then what else matters Tommy? I Love you. I trust you." He nodded and buried his face in her hair. "I'm sorry Jude." He said brokenly.
"Shh..." She moved back, taking his hand to lead him into the bedroom. She kissed him as he lowered her onto the bed. Comfort soon turned to passion and she tugged his shirt over his head. He took her shirt off and proceeded to worship her now larger, sensitive breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently, the tugging sensation shooting straight to lower regions in her body. His teeth scraping against the sensitive surface made her hips raise off the bed. He tugged her pajama bottoms off and got rid of his pants quickly.
"I love you Jude." She pressed her lips to his and their mouths opened so their tongues could meet. His fingers, mirrored his tongue as he stroked her lower lips, finding her most sensitive spot. She was already wet, her moist heat pulling his fingers in. She moaned against his mouth as his thumb circled her and his fingers thrust inside her. He got onto his back and pulled her on top. She straddled him and bent to kiss him again as she lowered herself onto his hard length. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down so he was buried to the hilt.
Her breath was ragged as she started to move against him. He reached up and cupped her breasts squeezing gently, his calloused fingers creating delicious friction against her tender nipples. He moaned her name as she ground up against him, lost in her own pleasure. As the sensations built he grasped her hips and started to surge upward to meet her. His strokes were long and hard against her wet heat. Her muscles started to tighten around his arousal as she let out little whimpers. He reached between their joint bodies and caressed her clit causing her to give a little cry as she started to go. Her body milking his, soon had him pushing faster in and out, until his cry joined her own.
She rolled off of him and onto her back. He leaned over her, linking his fingers with hers as he bent down to taste her lips again. They kissed for a longtime, until he felt her hand loosen on his. He looked down and smiled, watching her as she drifted off. He put his head besides hers on the pillow, his lips against her cheek, his arm wrapped protectively over their child and let himself fall back to sleep too.
It was afternoon when they woke from their nap. They shared a shower as Tommy used a sponge to clean every inch of her. When they were dressed he had an idea. It was a beautiful day outside and he wanted to spend it with her in the sunshine.
"Jude you haven't left this apartment in a week. You need some fresh air." She frowned at him. She knew she had made the choice to return to Toronto, but she didn't know if she'd ever be ready to face the public. She had only gone out when Sadie had insisted on seeing her for lunch. He stroked her hair softly. "Come on baby. We'll just go to the park, maybe have a picnic."
"Chocolate covered strawberries?"
"Anything." He kissed her softly, happy that she hadn't put up a struggle. He had been getting worried about her disinterest in leaving the apartment.
Tommy had been right, she really had to get out. They sat on a large blanket int the park near her apartment Her face was lifted to the sun she had missed for days. They had picked up some things to nibble on at a nearby deli, including the strawberries she had requested. She was sitting up and he lay beside her with his head on his elbow, his face near her stomach. She wanted to giggle, because he was singing to her belly. Of course being Tommy Q. they were never Disney songs or lullabies.
She thought he had probably sang every one of her songs by now and there had been so many, she couldn't believe he remembered them all. He also sang stuff he had finished for his album or was working on. It actually seemed to clear his head sometimes. She could picture the press asking how he worked through a song and him replying with a "My son helps me of course." She smiled down at him and stroked his neck. Ever since he had read some article about babies being able to hear your voice from the womb, he had taken to singing and sometimes just talking to their unborn child. At moments like this she almost believed that nothing could intrude on this life they had started building together. They never even noticed the lone figure in the distance with his telephoto lens.
