One Wild Night

Chapter 926  Breakfast In Bed

Tom stirred, his arm instinctively reaching out to find Lucy. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her back, and he smiled, eyes still closed, as he pulled her closer.

Lucy let out a contented sigh, nestling her head into the crook of Tom's shoulder. She lifted her head slightly, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she whispered, "Good morning, love."

Tom opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and gazed down at her. Her hair was tousled, a cascade of black curls that framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with love as she met his gaze.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with affection. He tilted her chin up and kissed her gently, savoring the sweetness of her lips.

They lay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, and Tom caressed her, tracing lazy patterns on her back with his fingertips.

Lucy shivered slightly at his touch, a smile playing on her lips. "Do we have to get up?" Lucy asked, her voice a sleepy murmur as she nuzzled against Tom's chest.

Tom chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter reverberating through her. "Not yet," he said, his hand moving to stroke her hair. "We can stay here a little longer."

Lucy smiled, her eyes fluttering closed again. "Good, because I like it right here," she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of Tom's jaw.

Tom watched her, his heart swelling with love. Every moment with Lucy felt like a precious gift, and he cherished these quiet, intimate mornings when it was just the two of them.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering there as he breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of her. After a while, Tom slightly, propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. "How did I get so lucky?" he mused, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Lucy opened her eyes and gazed up at him, a playful smile curving her lips. "I'm the lucky one," she countered, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You make every day better."

Tom's expression softened, and he took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. "I love you, Jewel," he said simply, the words carrying the weight of all the emotions he felt for her.

"I love you too," Lucy replied, her eyes shimmering with sincerity. She pulled him down for another kiss, this one deeper, more lingering as if they were trying to pour all their feelings into that one moment.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless and smiling. "You haven't told me how the housewarming went. You came back late and went to bed before I could be done with my phone call." He reminded her.

"Sorry about that. I was exhausted. Her place is nice, and the housewarming was really fun. Her landlady is really fun and young too. I think she's going to take good care of Jade. She seems to like Jade a lot," Lucy said, thinking about Sharon.

"Are you saying that because you don't want me to worry?" Tom asked with a knowing smile and Lucy grinned.

"Well, it's the truth. But I also want you to know that she will be fine. She really looked so happy yesterday. I've never seen her that way before," Lucy said and Tom smiled.

"Never?"

"I mean I've seen her happy before, but not exactly that way. She seemed different in a really cool way. In all, it was a fun girls' time," she said and Tom nodded.

"I'm glad you had fun. I was quite occupied with my meeting and then the phone calls," he said and Lucy nodded.

"Talking about phone calls, I think I heard you talking on the phone in the middle of the night. Who were you talking to?" She asked curiously.

"It was Jeff. He called to find out what was going on with Mia," Tom explained.

"Why? Did something happen?" She asked, and Tom briefed her on all that had happened.

"I'm glad you were a step ahead. What happens to Henry now?" She asked curiously.

Tom shrugged, "I don't know. I have handed him to Diana to do as she pleases," he said and she narrowed her eyes

"As she pleases? Didn't you say she planned to kill him?" She asked with raised a brow. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I had an agreement with her. I told her I would hand him to her if she helped Mia get out. She did. I don't care what she does with him," he said and she frowned.

"You don't care if he is murdered?" She asked incredulously as she sat up.

Tom cursed himself for so easily opening up to her when he had told Harry he wasn't going to tell anyone and they would keep it between themselves.

"As long as I'm not the one doing the murdering, should it be a problem?" He asked, and her frown deepened.

"I don't know much about law, but I do know you will be an accessory to murder,"  she said and Tom sighed.

"She doesn't even know who I am…"

"But you do. And I do," she cut in.

Before Tom could argue further she raised a finger, "I'm not saying this because I care about him. I don't care whether he lives or dies. I'm not saying this either because I think you're going to get caught. I'm saying this because I don't think murder is something you should have on your conscience. No matter how filthy a person is, having their death on your conscience is tough," Lucy said, and Tom looked at her, realizing she was thinking about her own past.

"If he doesn't die, he's going to keep going after Mia. I don't mind having his death on my conscience. I'm sorry I told you about it," he said, raising her hand to his lip and kissing her palm.

"If news of this ever gets out it could be very damaging to your reputation," she said, worried.

"It won't get out. She doesn't have any links to me. That's why I asked Jeff to not do anything but only to keep an eye on Mia. That way even the Hendersons can't trace anything to me," he said and Lucy sighed.

"Are you…"

"Forget I told you anything, Jewel. Please, do not worry about it," he said, holding her gaze and she sighed.

"I will try," she said, and he smiled.

"How about breakfast in bed?" Tom suggested, changing the subject.

Lucy laughed softly. "That sounds perfect," she agreed. "But only if you're not the one making it."

Tom scowled but his eyes were alight with laughter. "I'll go see what Samantha prepared and come serve you, my Queen," he said, rolling out of bed.

"It's called breakfast in bed 'cause I'm serving it in bed, Jewel. You're not coming with me," he said when she held out a hand to him to help her up.

"I want to use the bathroom," she explained with a small laugh.

"Oh," Tom said with a chuckle as he took her hand and helped her up.

Tom picked up his phone as he headed for the door, "You can freshen up while you wait since this might take a minute and I need to call Harry." The moment he shut the door behind him, he dialed Harry's as he headed down the stairs.

Away from there, Harry stirred from sleep when his phone rang, and he groaned when he saw Tom's name flashing on the screen.

He rubbed his eyes and answered the call, his voice thick with sleep. "Hey. What's up?" He asked as he sat up and looked around for Jade who wasn't on the bed.

"Morning, Harry. Sorry to wake you," Tom began, his tone urgent but still quiet enough not to disturb the calm morning atmosphere. "I thought you'd be up."

"I had a late night. Spent the night at Jade's," he explained and Tom grinned.

"Really? I guess things are back to normal between you two now then," he said, since Harry had complained to him about the state of things the previous day.

"Yeah. We've trashed it all out. I'm sure you didn't call so early in the morning to chit-chat. What's up? Did something happen?" Harry asked as he got out of bed and went down to the living room in search of Jade.

"No, nothing new. I just... It's just that I told Lucy about it. About leaving Henry to Diana. She wasn't exactly thrilled," Tom admitted, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

Harry sighed. "Tom, we agreed to keep this between us for a reason. But what's done is done. How did she take it?"

"Not well," Tom replied, leaning against the banister the stairs. "She's worried about the legal implications, and more than that, she's worried about the toll it might take on me. She thinks having his death on my conscience would be too much. From her experience, that is."

"Well, she's got a point," Harry said thoughtfully. "But we can't change what's already in motion. We can only try to manage it as best as we can."

Tom nodded, even though Harry couldn't see him. "Yeah, I get that. I just... I don't want her to worry as I know she will. She's been through enough already."

"Then make sure she knows you're handling it. Keep her in the loop just enough so she doesn't feel left out, but not so much that she gets more worried," Harry advised.

"Yeah, sure," Tom said and they both sighed.

"I guess now that Lucy knows, it's only a matter of time before the others find out too. I don't want to have to face Jade over this. So, maybe you should see if you can talk to Diana. Maybe there's a way to resolve this without... you know."

"I'll think about it," Tom said, though he wasn't convinced there was any way to resolve things peacefully with Henry involved. "Thanks, Harry."

"Anytime," Harry replied. "Let's talk later. I need to find my baby," he said before hanging up.

Tom slipped his phone into his pocket as he continued downstairs to the kitchen to see what Samantha had prepared.

"Good morning, Samantha," Tom greeted as he walked in, and she smiled as she looked up from the oven.

"Good morning, Tom. I will serve breakfast now," she said, but he shook his head.

"Thanks, but I'm taking it up to the bedroom. Also, can you show me how to whip up something quickly? Anything I can add to the breakfast tray handmade by me?" He asked, wanting to put in a little effort himself.

"Sure. Do you have anything in mind?" She asked with a grin as she walked over to where he stood.

"I don't know. Something easy that wouldn't take a lot of time since I don't want to keep her waiting and I don't want her to bust me either," he said with a grin.

"Hmm. Maybe scrambled eggs," she suggested and Tom nodded.

"That should be easy enough. Let's get to it then," he said, and Samantha guided him as he made the scrambled eggs.

With the breakfast tray loaded ten minutes later, Tom made his way back upstairs. Lucy was sitting up in bed, scrolling through her phone, but she looked up when the door opened and smiled when she saw him.

"Breakfast is served, my queen," Tom said with a playful bow, setting the tray down on the bed.

Lucy laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "You're too much, my king," she said, but her eyes shone with affection.

They settled back into bed, the tray between them. Lucy took a bite of the bacon and moaned in delight. "This is amazing."

Tom grinned as he raised a forkful of the scrambled eggs to her lips, "Try this."

Lucy accepted it and as she chewed, Tom watched her with a wide smile making her raise a brow, "Why are you watching me instead of eating."

"Do you like the scrambled eggs?" Tom asked, and then she paused and grinned.

"You made it, didn't you?" She asked and giggled when he bobbed his head.

"Hm. Who knew you could cook?"

Tom grinned. "I certainly didn't, but I wanted to impress you," Tom said simply. "You deserve the best, and I want to give that to you."

Lucy reached across the tray and took his hand, her eyes softening. "You already do, love. Every day."

They ate their breakfast, sharing bites and laughter, and after they finished eating, Lucy leaned back against the pillows, her hand entwined with Tom's. "Let's stay like this all day," she suggested, her voice a contented whisper.

Tom smiled, his heart full. "I'd like that," he said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "I'd like that very much."

They spent the rest of the morning in each other's company, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying the quiet intimacy of their shared space.

For Tom, it was a reminder of what truly mattered. Lucy meant everything to him, and spending time with her this way was his favorite thing to do.