Tell Me A Lie (Sequel to Save You Tonight)

Will Nat and Louis ever get the chance to just be happy? Or will Jack tear them apart?


4. IV

To say I was sore was an understatement, Jack had gotten me good yesterday and now I was feeling it. The kids were practically traumatised at what they saw. I hated myself, knowing it was because of my actions. I’d had strict orders from Nat to rest, she’d made sure I’d stayed in bed and just relaxed even if it meant playing fifa all day. A faint knock on the door startled me but nonetheless I invited whoever it was in.

I smiled seeing Josie. “Hey tinkerbell.” I said happily.

She smiled, climbing on the bed carefully. “Hey Daddy, are you gonna be alright?” I could already see the tears in her eyes.

“Of course I am, just need a few days rest is all. Come here.” I answered reassuringly, holding my arms out. She snuggled into me and ignored the pain. Moments like this with my family are worth so much more.

“Bedtime Josie.” Nat said at the doorway, Alex was hiding behind her.

“Come here munchkin, Daddy wants a hug.” I said, hoping he came over. Nat turned and sort of ushered him, telling him quietly that it was okay. And when he came over and jumped on me, I wanted to scream in pain but I knew it’d scare him half to death. “Na-night babies.” I said waving as Nat took them to their rooms.

Flicking through the TV, I settled on Family Guy. Loved this show, it always made me laugh. I felt a presence and smiled seeing Nat coming in with two cups in her hand. “I’ve made you some cocoa.” She said smiling.

“Mmmm thank you babe!” She slid into bed next to me. “Kids asleep?” I asked.

She nodded, sipping her cocoa. “They were out like lights. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, still a little sore but I guess that’s expected.”

“As long as you’re on the mend.”

“I am, I probably coulda handled it better though huh?”

“Maybe but then you can be a hot head.” She replied laughing.

“I’ll always protect my family.”

“I know.” She replied, taking my hand in hers.

I wrapped my arm around her holding her close. “August 11th.”

“Hmm?” She asked puzzled.

“August the 11th.” I said with a smirk.

“What about it?” She asked with a chuckle.

“That’s the day me and you are gonna get married.” She did her best to stifle her screams. We hadn’t set a date so to speak but I’d been doing a lot of thinking and for some reason that date kept jumping out at me. I couldn’t wait for her to become Mrs Tomlinson.

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