Hi everyone! Sorry for not uploading, I've been busy (I'm always busy, sorry about that :S). However, I have just decided what I want to happen next (ooh, I'm so excited about finally having a plan!) so this is a little bit of a filler chapter before that. It's really short- sorry!
As always, I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites :D
Nicki's Point Of View
I stretched out my arms, yawning as I woke up, then I felt confused as I hit something solid. I opened my eyes and sat up, before realising that I was on a sofa, with Tom. My first thought was- how did we manage to sleep on a small sofa without one of us falling off?! I then remembered why we had been on the sofa in the first place, and I blushed as I realised that I had told Tom my life story, cried, and then fallen asleep in his arms.
Right on cue, Tom stirred and opened his eyes, also looking briefly confused as to why I was basically sat on top of him.
"Morning," He muttered sleepily, sitting up. He then looks at my face properly. "What's up?"
"Why... why weren't you disgusted?" I blurted out, before mentally cursing myself. Nice one, Nicki!
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... when I told you what happened. Most people would pretend to be concerned but they'd back away. That's why I don't exactly make a habit of telling people. Names like 'used goods' spring to mind." I look down at my hands, suddenly very interested in the chipping polish on my nails.
Tom's face softens. "Oh, Nicki, you should know that I would never say anything like that to you."
My blush intensifies as I look at him from the corner of my eyes, not sure how to respond. However, I am saved from having to find a suitable reply by the noise of the front door opening and Josh calling "Dad, I'm home!"
A few seconds later, he walked into the living room, and stopped, looking a little surprised to see us on the sofa. "Hi, Dad... hi, Nicki. I guess I'll, er, leave you to it..."
"No, don't worry, I was just-" I started.
"- going to have breakfast." Tom cut in, and we exchanged a smile. "Does toast sound okay to you both?"
"Yeah, sure." Josh says, walking out of the room.
"Yes, that sounds fine." I smile. "And, Tom- thanks. For everything."