#we could have called her Polly 💕

[lollytea]

Polleena Park....🐝 🥺💕

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

A prompt for a Tommy drabble: “Tommy, I love you, but you are so goddamn stupid sometimes.”

Maybe something funny/fluffy, a sort of misunderstanding? Or it could be serious too! whichever works

Anyways I love your writing and I love reading them! 💕

thank you for requesting, i had fun with this. hope you like it. ♡

Finding the right time to tell Tommy you were pregnant seemed impossible. If business did not occupy his mind, distractions flooded in to ruin the moment. This afternoon marked your fourth attempt to tell your husband the news. While Tommy was upstairs conducting business with Arthur and John, you joined Polly in the kitchen, a cup of tea cooling on the table.

"When will you tell Tommy?".

"When he stands still for more than a minute".

Polly chuckled. "Good luck with that. How's the nausea been?".

You grimaced. Even thinking about morning sickness made you ill. "Not so bad".

"Liar".

You smiled. Nothing got past Polly. Tommy arrived, leaning on the threshold, lighting a cigarette. Glancing at Polly, her eyes sparkled, encouraging you that now was the time. He was finally standing still for more than a minute.

"Drink". Polly stood as she sternly yet lovingly instructed. "I'll come by later to drop some more off".

"Thanks, Pol".

Once the green double doors closed, Tommy spoke. "What was that about, eh?".

"Polly's special tea for my upset stomach. It's been bothering me for a few days now". You hinted.

"If it gets any worse, I'll call the doctor".

"No need". Taking a sip of tea, you added. "It'll come and go over the next few months".

Tommy inhaled the nicotine, not quite catching on. "I don't like the sound of that, love. I'll call the doctor. He'll figure out what's causing your upset stomach”.

"Well, my husband is the cause".

He blinked, still not registering your meaning. "Whatever I did, I will make it up to you when we go home".

"Upset stomach. Polly's special tea. A few nights go. Ringing any bells, Tommy?".

"Whatever you want to tell me, love, just tell me. I'm in no mood for guessing games".

For a smart man, Tommy sure did have his moments. Looking up at your husband, you lightly joked. "Tommy, I love you, but you are so goddamn stupid sometimes". He glanced your way, face stone-cold serious. Standing, you placed a light kiss on his lips. "I'm pregnant".

Stroking your cheek, he whispered. "Pregnant, eh? That is most definitely my doing". You laughed. “Tomorrow, I'll call the doctor to make sure everything is as it should be. And keep drinking the tea to help with your stomach, alright?".

"Tommy, I'm barely two weeks".

"Doesn't matter. Your health as well as the baby is top priority".

"Already in over-protective mode".

He smiled, kissing you with softness that caused your heart to flutter. "When it comes to you, always. Come on, I'll drive you home".

Taking your hand, Tommy escorted you out of the Betting shop and safely home.