A/N: Here you all go! Thank you for your lovely messages, by the way.

I confess - I didn't think much of this through. Writing this was a blur. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

And to my friends here, forgive me for not replying. I still haven't the strength to talk to people, to be frank. I love you guys, though.

For Susan, Emma, Cristina, and Precious.

"There you are," Thomas sat on the end of Hope's bed as you put your sneakers on. "I brought Hope to Caleb's already."

You nodded. "Caleb's mother was very nice to offer to take care of Hope while we go out."

"Yeah. She's one of Ava's friends here, she's really nice."

Before you went out on your date, Thomas told you to put comfortable clothes on. Following Thomas' example having chosen board shorts and a button-down shirt, you settled for leggings and a blouse.

He was very secretive about where he was taking you. Even as you were in the car, Thomas was mostly silent, occasionally giving you half-smiles as he pushed his sunglasses up.

You stared at Thomas curiously as he pulled over at the airport. He motioned for you to wait inside the car as he stepped out gracefully, shaking hands with a man presumably from the airport. He patted the man swiftly on the back before he opened the passenger door for you while the man walked away.

"You're bringing me into your drug dealing sideline?" you joked, straightening your blouse.

"Oh, I can be stealthy if I need to." He winked at you after he hung his sunglasses on his collar.

"Where are we going?" you sighed, a warning tone wavering in your voice.

"Someplace." He responded with nonchalance, taking your hand.

He entered one of the gates to a scheduled flight. You tugged on his arm warily.

"We don't have bags or anything, Tom,"

"You underestimate me." He sighed. "already dealt with, sweetheart."

You nodded, gripping his arm, trying to look for a sign of where the plane was headed. Thomas noticed your nerve.

"Hey, you," he nudged you gently. "Relax, okay? Trust me. This is all about you. Just sit back and let me do what I'm supposed to."

You nodded reluctantly.

He led you to the middle row of the plane, letting you take the window seat.

After ten minutes of suspense and anticipation, someone spoke through the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Flight 4B7 with service from London to Venice. We are currently first in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately two minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Enjoy your flight."

"Venice," you breathed, incredulous.

"Mhmm." Thomas took your hand. "I thought you could stand to see more of Europe. You've only been to London."

"This is unnecessary," you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder "Venice... that's a honeymoon destination – not a suitable date night... place." you finished lamely.

"If you think about it, we've never gone on a honeymoon. Just an overnight stay at Japan."

"Hey, Japan was amazing."

"I didn't say it wasn't," he smirked. "I'm just saying... it could have been more. Consider this week a honeymoon of sorts. Say, honeymoon and first date. A grand bloody milestone, hitting two birds with one stone."

"Week?" you pulled away from his shoulder but kept your arms locked around his arm.

"Monday 'til Sunday, sweetheart," he nodded.

"We have a daughter, you despicable man,"

"Ava's going to pick her up on Wednesday," he explained. "then, I think your brother's going to bring her to Disneyland or something."

"Matt, he knows about this?"

As you'd recalled, Matt wasn't exactly friendly with Thomas after the divorce. He despised him for it all. Blamed him for what a mess you've become.

"No, not really." he pulled your head back to his shoulder. "But don't think about it, please. I thought everything through so you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I owe you six - seven years of dates and wooing."

"Mhmm..."

"You can sleep. We still have about a couple hours."

His soft lips lulled you to sleep.

The plane had already landed when Thomas woke you up. He looked like he got some decent amount of sleep as well.

He smiled at you sleepily, and you reached up to run your fingers through his bedhead - which is becoming on him.

He led you outside the airport, where a cab was immediately hailed for you both. There, inside the trunk, was your bag beside his.

"When did you plan this?" you exclaimed, slipping in the cab, which was supposedly on its way to the hotel.

"The night we got home from dinner." he smiled proudly. "You fell asleep - so after I put Hope to sleep, I set to work."

"You couldn't have pulled it all off so fast." you shook your head.

"Well... the name helps." he chuckled.

Then and only then were you reminded of Thomas' fame, and how he could use it to his advantage. He rarely did, though, contrary to popular belief.

"To be fair, I didn't know I'd be doing this until that night." he shrugged.

"I didn't, either."

The hotel was massive - the front desk lady gave Thomas the key to the pre-booked room.

The hotel you were staying at was located right at the Grand Canal. The windows overlooked just that, massive boats and lights dancing on the water as the sun was setting. That alone was a luxurious aura.

The bathroom looked like a spa in itself. It had a white marble tub that matched the whole room at the center that could fit ten people.

The bedroom, however, hit gold. It wasn't much, really, but the fact that Thomas took this giant leap from taking it slow to sharing a bed in another part of the continent is quite endearing.

You hadn't shared a bed with him alone in years, obviously, and you felt like a teenager again. It was as if you had just met.

The bed was huge, garnished with brown and gold ornaments throughout the room. It had some antique paintings as well, adding to the overall feel to the room.

Thomas sensed your nerve - heck, his nerves were probably jumping as well. He strode over to you and placed both his hands reassuringly on either side of your arms.

"We'll take it slow, still," he promised. "We're getting to know each other."

You nodded, a little speechless at the intimacy.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, moving away from you to unpack.

"I don't know... it's getting late. Maybe we could just rest first then we can decide what to eat."

"Perfect." he agreed.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower," you announced with uncertainty. You almost hoped he won't offer to join you. It wouldn't be slow like you expected.

He didn't. "Alright, love. I'll be here."

It may be random to him, but you held his words with a deeper meaning.

The shower was a calming one but mostly composed of you trying to process what was happening. It all happened so fast. But knowing Thomas, he'd thought of what he would do ever since he offered to take care of Hope.

You walked in the room to see Thomas sat on the small dining table, reading a bunch of papers carefully.

He had his eyeglasses on, a pair you've never seen before. And was he attractive!

You sat on the chair in front of him. His eyes caught sight of you, so he put his paper down.

"Hi," he smiled. "you look nice."

"You too," you nodded.

He chuckled. "I ordered pizza, not your typical one, though, I must add."

"Sounds great." you nodded, reaching for your bag and pulling out a book.

Thomas returned to his work as well.

Three pages later, Thomas spoke, startling you.

"You're making it incredibly difficult to work when you're in front of me."

You put your book down, marking the page you're at. "We're supposed to be on vacation, aren't we?" you playfully pouted, resting your temple on your hand. "I'm relaxing, I don't know what you're doing."

"Scripts." he sighed. "and interviews. And more scripts."

"Well..." you stood up, carefully stacking the papers. At the corner of your eye, you caught Thomas eyeing you weirdly. You put the stacks away on the coffee table. You put your hand on your hip and the other one on the table. "Better?"

He sighed, burying his face in his hands.

You rushed over to him, then. You rubbed his back gently, but he sat up straight as soon as you started.

"I'm fine, love." he stood up. "I'm going to change. How about you pick out a movie?"

"Alright." you smiled up at him.

Before you could move, room service knocked on your door with your pizza. You thanked the man silently and set the table.

While you were pouring out some wine you found in the fridge, Thomas walked in in a gray shirt and black boxers.

"You alright?" it was an old habit. Thomas always asked you this with the silliest evidence to back it up.

"Yep. Just really sleepy."

"Eat up first. You barely ate anything today."

"This is crazy."

"Not as much as you think," he responded pointedly. "We're just spending time together."

"I expected you to get a room with two beds," you regretted the words as soon as they came out. It sounded whiny.

He looked calm, still, but slightly concerned. "If you're not comfortable... I can sleep on the couch. Seriously."

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry for saying that." you sighed, starting with your slice of pizza. "Just a bit nervous, I guess."

Thomas smiled sweetly, his eyes almost disappearing from how wide he smiled. "We've been together for seven years before we even separated, Y/N. Surely, you can share a bed with me."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I never considered sharing a bed with you again after those seven years."

"I certainly have," he confessed, finishing his slice. "Every bloody day. The sheets turned oddly cold."

You laughed breathily.

"Love, I'm still me." he gestured to himself. "The same chap you married."

"I'm not scared or anything, silly." you sighed. "It's like I'm in high school again, that's all. Like I'm about to go on our first date wondering if you'll kiss me."

"I definitely will kiss you. Multiple times tonight alone - just a warning." he winked.