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Chapter 4: Move ins, midnight, and movie deals.

"This place is kind of small," Tommy stated, looking around the bedroom.

"When he gets older, I'll get my own place so he can have his own room, but for now, this is the best situation," I said.

"Whatever works." He set down his bag and laid down on the bed. He propped himself on his elbows and motioned for me to sit next to him.

I laughed at him while putting Tommy Jr. in his crib and lying down next to him. "So what happened to your furniture anyways?"

"I put it in storage, that way if we ever do get a place of our own, we can just use that to start out with."

"Makes sense..."

He flipped over onto his stomach. "I always make sense." He used his arms to hover himself over me.

I let out a giggle. "What are you doing?"

"This," he whispered. He lowered himself until our lips were connected. He slowly moved from my mouth to my neck. I could feel his hand on my waist and felt as it slowly moved up my side, under my shirt.

"Whoa, Tom. Slow down for a minute." I sat up, making Tommy move.

He sat up too. "Jude, it's not like we haven't done this before..."

"I know, it's just... Things are different now. We're not kids anymore..."

"I never was when I met you..."

"Okay. Correction, I'm not a kid anymore. I can't just goof off like I did when I was 19. I have responsibility now."

"I know you do."

"Then you understand that we can't do this right now."

Tommy glanced around the room as if he was looking for an answer. "I know."

"Then how about we get the rest of your stuff in..." I kissed him on his cheek. "Then we'll put Tommy down for bed..." I kissed his other cheek. "And then, we can have some fun." I kissed his mouth gently.

"Sounds like a plan..." He replied with a smile.

"Well, the faster we get the first two done, the faster we'll get to the third," I teased, getting off the bed.

"You know me too well..." He got up too and began tickling my sides.

I let out a laugh. "No fair!" I screeched.

Tommy Jr. let out a scream as he started crying.

"Ah, the joys of being a parent..." I mumbled.

"What do you think he needs?"

"Probably, just needs changed."

"Okay, well how about I get the rest of my stuff and you take care of him..."

I rolled my eyes. "Get out of here!" I pushed him out the room and shut the door.

At midnight on cue, Tommy Jr. started crying.

"I'll get him..." I muttered.

"No, I should," Tommy replied, exhausted.

"Hun, you don't know what you're supposed to be doing, I'll get him," I insisted, getting up. "Hey, Baby boy," I whispered as I took him out of his crib. "You need to stop waking up during the night. You need to let me get some sleep, Aunt Sadie too. She can't keep getting up to help me." I put a pacifier in his mouth and started rocking in the chair.

He continued crying, even with the pacifier in his mouth.

"Alright," I said, getting out of the chair and heading down into the kitchen. "You're hungry... You always get hungry during the night..." I started preparing the formula one handed like I had done so many times before. I could hear someone creeping down the stairs. "Hey, Sades, can you take him while I finish this?" When she didn't answer, I said, "Sades?" I turned around to see Tommy coming into the kitchen. "Oh, hey you."

"I'll take him," he said. He seemed a little more awake than he had been upstairs. He took our son out of my arms, enabling me to finish the formula.

I put the formula in the microwave and sat up on the counter. "I wasn't expecting you to come down."

"I thought I should at least learn how to do this," he replied. "How've you been doing this by yourself all this time?"

"Sadie usually comes down and helps me out. Maybe she can get a full night's sleep for once." The microwave beeped signaling that it was done. I jumped off the counter and took the bottle. I tested it on my arm and frowned. "I just realized that I have no idea how to do this."

Tommy let out a laugh "What?"

I laughed too. "Sadie always tests it for me and I just now realized it."

"You're such a spaz..." I heard someone say from the stairs.

Tommy and I both turned to see Sadie standing there. "Hey, Sades," I said.

"I can't believe I let you get away with not knowing how hot the damn formula is supposed to be," she joked.

I held the bottle towards her. "Can you just test it this one last time?"

She took the bottle and tested it on her arm. "Perfect." She handed the bottle back to me.

I reached out for Tommy Jr. but Tommy just took the bottle from me.

"I can do it, Jude. You can take a break."

I sat down in one of the chairs, Sadie sitting next to me.

"So he was a little early tonight, wasn't he?" She said.

"Yeah, he was, he usually waits until at least two," I agreed.

"What are you two talking about?"

"How early Tommy gets us up. He usually waits until two in the morning," Sadie explained.

"Wow, and you guys have been doing this for four months?"

"Almost five," I replied.

"How do you get sleep?"

"We manage," Sadie answered.

Tommy looked down at the little boy in his arms. "He fell asleep."

"Oh, good. Time to sleep." I got up out of the chair, took Tommy Jr. from his father, and we all headed upstairs.

The next morning, I slept through my alarm again. Lucky for me, Tommy didn't.

"Jude," he said softly, gently shaking me. "Wake up."

"What?" I grumbled with my eyes still closed.

"It's 7, the alarm went off already."

I sat up stiffly. "Oh, my God! I over slept again!"

"Whoa, chill it's just five after..."

"Wow, I may actually get to the studio on time for once. Tommy usually wakes me up half-an-hour after my alarm goes off."

"It's understandable, waking up in the middle of the night for almost five months straight."

"Well, let's actually try to be on time."

Tommy and I entered G Major at 7:45, right on time.

"Wow, Jude you're on time, for once," Georgia said, shocked.

"Yeah... Do you have any coffee? I didn't grab any before I left."

"Hold on..." Georgia poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

"Than- Ow, ow, ow!" I screamed as Little Tommy pulled on my hair.

Tommy grabbed our son and pulled him away from me. "Easy there, buddy," he said to Jr.

I rubbed my head out of pain. "Note to self: always wear hair in a ponytail."

"Okay, anyways, your schedule for today. You have an interview and photo shoot with Rolling Stone and then a meeting with WB. Then you two need to work on a new song. Something about your new family, et cetera," Georgia explained in a commanding voice.

"Into the spotlight we go," Tommy joked.

An hour or so later, we were posing for pictures and answering questions at the same time.

"Okay, Tommy, put one arm around her waist," the photographer told Tommy. "Jude, lean into him and hold the kid so we can see his face."

"He has a name," I snapped.

"Sorry," he replied. "And hold it." He took the picture and said, "Next pose."

"So Jude," the reporter started, "Did you ever think you'd see Tommy again?"

I tilted my head back to look at Tommy then looked back at the reporter. "To tell you the truth, I held on to hope for as long as possible. But a few weeks after Tommy Jr. was born, I realized that I'd probably never see him again."

"That's a kind of a harsh reality, how'd you deal with it?"

"I, um, reconnected with Shay. He just helped me feel better and he made me believe that I could do this on my own."

"Alright, now I want a pose of you sitting down," the photographer requested. "Tommy, you'll have your arms draped around Jude's shoulders. Jude, you will have one leg straight, the other bent and Tommy Jr. sitting on the straight leg."

We got into our positions as we continued to answer questions.

"So what made you decide on to name him after his father?"

"Um, well, I don't know. I think it was several factors. I think the hospital drugs had something to do with that. I also think that maybe, I missed Tommy too much and I wanted something to remember him by."

"Okay, hold that pose," the photographer demanded. He snapped the picture and we were free to move again.

"Now, Tommy, you were gone for about a year, what were you doing?"

"I had my six-month tour and then I stayed with this woman that I met on tour. She was actually a fan," Tommy explained.

"Wow. So the rumor is that you had no idea that you were a father, is this true?"

"Actually, it is. The woman I was with deleted any messages from Jude and so I had no idea."

"What was it like coming back here and finding out that Jude had a child?"

"At first I didn't believe it. I thought it was her best friend's child that he might've had with her. But when I got a good look at him, I just knew he was mine."

"Now, a question for the both of you… What's it like being a family after so long?"

Tommy answered first. "It's interesting. I, um, I don't even really know how to explain it."

"Well, I could never actually see Tom and me as a real family," I admitted. "But it's been better than I expected."

"Are there wedding bells in your near future?"

Tommy and I looked at each other and stammered.

"Um, well, we haven't really talked about it…." I stuttered. "But he did just move into my sister's house, where I've been staying. But we don't know if we're going to get married or not."

"Alright, one last photo," the photographer insisted. "A kiss. Just a kiss. And you can be holding your son in one arm."

"Okay," Tommy agreed. We both stood and I adjusted Tommy Jr. in my arm. "Ready?" He whispered.

"You know it," I breathed. He leaned down until our lips made contact.

"Perfect," the photographer chimed.

"Jude, Tommy…" Georgia said.

Our lips stayed in contact.

"Jude! Tommy!" Georgia barked.

We pulled apart and I muttered, "Sorry."

"Okay, well thank you Rolling Stone, they now have a meeting with WB," Georgia shooing us out into the lobby.

There was a woman waiting for us in the lobby.

"Tommy, Jude, meet Stephanie Cruner, she's a CEO for WB," Georgia explained.

"So what talk show do you want us to appear on?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't want you guys to be on a talk show," she replied. "I want to offer you guys a movie deal."

AN: Dun, dun, dun! Suspense! Only I know what will happen. Please R&R!