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Chapter 4: Almost Perfect Day

I woke up in Tommy's arms again and this time I had to go. I needed to end this before it got worse. I was tired of Jamie, and him lying to me. I was sick and tired of it. I promised myself after Tommy left I would never do something that I didn't want to. I broke the promise, and I was about to make it again.

"Tommy, I have to go." I said, trying to get up out of the bed.

"I was hoping that you'd stay again."

"I have to end everything before we get started, you know that." I said kissing him.

"I know, but stay for dinner." He begged me.

"Fine, let me get dressed." I said. I got up out of the bed, and I went around the room and grabbed my clothes. I looked at the clock and it was around four in the afternoon. I was amazed that I spent most of the day sleeping. I knew Jamie was going to be pissed and frankly I didn't give a damn.

"Alright, let's go see what we are having for dinner." Tommy said grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. We were walking down the stairs and into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Tommy went to answer it and I saw him fall to the floor. I ran down to see what happened and Jamie did it.

"What the hell Jamie." I said helping Tommy up off the floor.

"Jamie what was that for?" Tommy asked.

"Screwing my wife." He said.

"I didn't do that." Tommy spat at him.

"Jamie, I stayed here last night because of you." I said.

"Why?" he asked me.

"Do you really want to know? Because I walked in on you screwing Kat." I spat. I was angry now but, I wasn't going to ruin my plan.

"Jude, I didn't do that."

"Bull shit Andrews. I saw you with my won eyes." I said.

"Dude, what's going on in here?" Jessica asked coming into the room. Jessica saw her father with a split lip. "What the hell is your problem dude?" She asked Jamie.

"I don't have a problem."

"To hell you don't. Then tell me why my father has a split lip."

"I hit him alright."

"You bastard. GET OUT!" She yelled and Jamie left.

"Dude, what's going on in here?" Melissa and Alana asked when they came in.

"Nothing anymore." Jessica said and she went upstairs and they followed her.

"Tommy, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I was going to tell him but, I decided to wait until we got home, it will hurt him more."

"Oh, I was so close to telling him, I mean it Jude I almost did." He said. He was pacing and I tried to calm him down.

"Tommy just let it go, and we can get him back when we get home." I said getting on my tiptoes and kissing him on his forehead.

"Alright, lets go cook dinner." We walked into the kitchen and Tommy looked in the fridge. "How do you feel about five cheese ziti and marinara sauce, baked?" he asked me. He knew it was my favorite, and I loved it when he cooked it for me.

"You do know that you never have to ask me that." I said smiling.

"I thought I remembered that it was your favorite." He said. He got the stuff out and laid it all out on the counter.

"DAD WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" Jessica yelled from her room.

"BAKED ZITI!" He yelled back.

"LET US KNOW WHEN IT'S READY PLEASE?"

"ALRIGHT." He yelled back.

"So, I'm sorry about Jamie." I said.

"It's not your fault."

"I know but, I should have kissed you right then and there." I said to him.

"No because that would have made matters a lot worse."

"You're kind of right on that."

"Look let's just eat and then you can go home and deal with him." He said coming over to me and kissing me on the forehead.

Tommy went over to the counter and he started shredding some of the cheese. I walked over beside him and I got the butter out of the fridge and I put it on the counter and I poured the ziti in the pot of water. I dropped the butter in and put some salt in the water and I left it alone. Tommy cautiously looked at me, I guess because he knows I have a bad reaction with cooking.

"What, it's been ten years." I said.

"I still don't care. You are dangerous when it comes to cooking."

"No I'm not."

"Alright then we'll see how dinner turns out." He said, before he turned back to the cheese. He wouldn't let me touch it because he thought that I would cut myself.

When the pasta was done I grabbed a couple of pot holders and I drained he pasta without screwing it up. Tommy chuckled and I brought the pasta over to the individual dishes. Tommy set out five huge bowls and I poured enough pasta in each one to fill it to the top. Then he poured the marinara sauce over it and layered the cheese, and the he put it all on a huge pan and shoved it in the oven, and in ten minutes it was done, and perfect.

"JESS, MELISSA, ALANA DINNER'S READY" I yelled at them, and I heard them come running down the stairs. Tommy opened a bottle of wine for us and let them whatever they wanted to drink. He placed the food on the table and we started to eat.

All throughout dinner Jessica eyed us. She stared at us for the longest time and I knew she suspected something about this morning. I didn't confirm her suspicions but, I knew what she was thinking. I was hoping that she didn't hear us. I was hoping that none of them heard us.

I had a couple of glasses of wine and I stopped after my second because me, Tommy and alcohol didn't mix well. The last time was the night before my eighteenth birthday party and I found a hidden bottle of tequila in the rehearsal space and my dad had just put Tommy in his place and Tommy called me and I met him at the corner and we went back to his place and we got incredibly drunk. The entire bottle was gone, and nothing happened or at least we are both pretty sure nothing happened. But, that was the last time I was getting drunk at least with him.

"Dinner was amazing" I said to Tommy as we were clearing the table. Jessica was in the living room watching us.

"Why thank you." He said. We cleared the rest of the table and we walked into the kitchen. Right when we got into the kitchen Tommy sat the plate on the counter and he came over to me and he kissed me.

I got carried away. He picked me up and he sat me on the counter. I had lifted his shirt off of his head when I heard footsteps coming and we stopped. Tommy turned on the sink and he was pretending to rinse dinner off, and I was just sitting on the counter. Jessica walked in and I swear she knew just what happened.

"What time is the flight in the morning?" Jessica asked.

"Around nine, so we need to leave here around seven." Tommy said and she walked out of the room. I looked at the clock and it was six o'clock.

"Tommy, I have to go and pack." I said jumping off the counter.

"I know. I'll see you in Toronto. I promise." He said kissing me one last time. I pulled away and I let a tear fall from my eye. I walked out of the room and out the backdoor. I walked up the beach, and I walked into what was my temporary house and I saw Jamie sitting on the couch.