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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The quiet in the house is broken as Marie puts in her Disney sing along DVD and begins dancing and singing in the den. Jameson, despite his grief, joins in. Your heart is lifted, seeing him smile for the first time since you'd told him the news. Tom had moved the Army check to your computer with all the traffic in the house. You tear open the envelope. Your eyes widen. This couldn't be right. "Oh my god." Tom steps up behind you. You stare at the check, not really sure you were reading it correctly. $350,000?!

"What is it, darling?" You don't say anything. You just hand him the check. "Oh my, that is a substantial amount." He hands it back.

"It's enough to pay off the house, my student loans and finish school. And still have half of it left over." You sit in your office chair with a thump.

Tom stands behind you and rubs your shoulders. He'd been thinking about the future since he'd left for L.A. He knew you had a year left of university but after that, you could go anywhere. And he wanted that anywhere with him. He clears his throat. "Love, I want to talk to you about something."

You lean your head back and look up at him. "What's that?"

"Before you pay off the house. . .maybe you should think about moving to London." He pauses. "After graduation." He pauses again. "With me." Your heart stops. Did the man of your dreams just ask you to move in with him? "I mean, we'll have been together for a year and I know I want you in my life. I'm not talking marriage right away." Your silence unsettles him and has him babbling.

You squeeze your eyes shut. "Tom. Tom. Stop. Please." You can't breathe. Is this happening? For real, really happening? This is beyond surreal. This is unreal. "Don't. Please. Please don't make me want that."

The backs of his fingers caress your cheek. "Why not?"

You take a deep breath and open your eyes. Just say it. Rip it off like a bandaid. Let him see how much of weird fangirl you were before you actually met. "Because it's everything I've wanted since I found you." Tom leans down and kisses you as deep as the position will allow then turns you around in the chair. He crouches in front of you.

"I gave you that ring as promise. A promise of my love and a future together. And everything that entails. Relocation, compromise, marriage, more children. I'm greedy, love. I want it all. You have won me. Heart, mind, body and soul." He leans up and cups your jawline. "I know we've only been together a short time-"

"Three months."

"Yes, love, three months. But I've never met a person like you. I've never felt connected with a woman the way I'm connected to you. I love you." Before the tears can start, you kiss him. Slow and deep, pouring all the love you have for him into it. Your fingers comb through his hair.

Giggling draws both your attention to the doorway. Jameson turns and runs out of the room, laughing. But Marie runs over and hugs Tom's back. "I'm gad you home, Daddy." She turns his face and kisses his cheek then runs off.
"Whoa! What? Are you kidding me?!" Nina almost shouts across the counter to you. "Wait, tell me everything again. He asked you to move with him?!"

"Keep your voice down! He's upstairs sleeping!" You whisper harshly. Nina came over the morning after the funeral to check on you and the kids.

"Well?? What did you say?!"

"I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, that would be my crazy fangirl dream. Let me pack up my life, and my kids' lives too, and jet on over to London'? No, girl. It doesn't work that way. I can't even think about it for another year. I won't have time."

"You're an idiot. You have been in love with him since the minute you popped Henry V into the DVD player that night and you made me watch it with you."

"He is going to hear you. Now, shut up!" This isn't exactly what you want from this coffee date with your best friend. But Nina is not always in the business of telling you what you want to hear.

"Sweetie, look at me. You still have no idea how much he loves you, do you? You should see the way he looks at you. And the kids."

"I know, but...this... This is huge. I mean, London? It's a whole other continent."

Tom shuffles out the bedroom door and hears the two of you chatting downstairs. He freezes in his tracks when he hears the topic at hand.

"And besides, it's not just me. Jameson and Marie's lives would be moved too. They'd have to find new schools and friends and everything. It's a lot to think about."

Nina sips her coffee. "Yeah, but they're good kids. They'd find so many friends and I'm sure London schools don't just pop out total morons."

"Yeah." You sigh.

Tom listens intently. He knows he shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he can't stop himself.

"Marie would probably get into some Royal Shakespearian fancy-pants ballet company. And Jameson would only have to start calling it football instead of soccer."

"You're incorrigible, you know that? Seriously."

"Yeah, but you love me."

You roll your eyes at Nina as you hear Tom's steps on the stairs. Before he hits the bottom, you put your finger to your lips and mouth, "Not a word!" Nina brings her hand to her mouth and "zips" her lips. Tom rounds the corner, all track pants and messy hair.

"Good morning, darling." He kisses the top of your head then when you lean back, your lips. "Nina, lovely to see you again."

"Glad to see you too, Tom. We were just talking about you."

Your head jerks up and your eyes widen as Tom stands behind you, pouring coffee. Nina sits with an evil smile. "I was just telling Boots here how jealous I am that she and the kids are going to see you in London next month. Just for a couple weeks, right?"

You set your gaze to death stare as she sips her coffee, playing with you. Damn, she's good at this.

"Yes, they are. I'm so excited. I can't wait." Tom smiles.

The three of you stands in the kitchen talking a few moments before two blurs run through the house and out the back door. Marie runs back and grabs Tom's hand. "Come on, Daddy! We hafta go fight da mons'er!"

Tom downs the rest of his coffee and sets his cup down quickly. "Ladies, if you'll excuse me. I have a terrible beastie to defeat! Wait for me, darling," he says dramatically, sweeping you into him with his free arm.

"Always, my love," you play back with a smile. Tom leans in and kisses you. You can't stop a giggle.

"I'm coming, my princess!" He calls out as Marie pulls him out the door.

You turn back around, flushing and beaming, to see Nina giving you a look. "What?!"

"Oh. You're moving to London, all right."
The kids play in the yard while you and Tom sit on the swing, you in his lap and the laptop on yours. "What time did you want to fly out?"

You shrug. "I don't know. I've never flown before."

"We have two options. Morning, which will likely throw your systems off and cause jet lag. Which is bound to happen anyway since this is your first flight. Or evening which the kids could sleep through most of the flight."

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to do it?"

"Yes." You both laugh. He scoots you off his lap and takes your laptop.

"I'll do this. I'll book a morning flight to New York then a red eye to London so the kids can sleep." His fingers fly through the process. "Have you told them about going to London?"

"No. I wanted to wait until I had the passports."

"Why don't we take them to a special dinner and tell them?"

You laugh. "Are you sure? We won't hear the end of it until we fly out day after tomorrow."

He sets the laptop to the side. "I don't mind. I love it when they're happy and excited." He pulls you into his lap. "You too." He kisses you, holding your chin and feasting at your mouth.

"If you keep kissing me like that, I'll be a different kind of excited."

"Darling, you already are." He nuzzles your nose with his.

"I better get packing and make a few calls. You tell the kids we're going to their pick for dinner." You slide of his lap and disappear into the house.

Tom watches Marie and Jameson jump off the play structure. He had to show you a fantastic time while you were London. Had to make you love the city so much you'd agree to move. He couldn't wait for you to see the surprise he had been working on before you called him home.

"Daddy! Come jump wif us!"

"Coming princess." Tom glances at the laptop before shutting. Tom runs across the lawn, growling playfully to catch Marie as she jumps off the slide again.
You wait anxiously at the table for your meals to arrive. The kids had picked Vapiano's. Jameson because they had his favorite pizza, and Marie because they had a tree in the middle of the restaurant. As they share crayons across the table, you and Tom exchange excited smiles. This is going to be fun.

"Mummy, wook! I drawed Chawles in a castle!" Marie showes you. You look up at her work and grin.

"That looks great, baby! Let's take it home for the fridge, okay?" She nods and beams at you and Tom. Neither of you can wait much longer.

The food finally arrives, and you all chat with each other. It's a much-needed few moments of happiness in the wake of everything that had gone on over the last week.

Losing Mike had taken an immense toll on you. He had always helped you feel strong in the midst of everything that had happened in your life. He never was one to put up with whining and made that clear to everyone. But Mike always showed you his tender side, especially when he took care of you and the kids. He had always been there when you needed him. He held your hair back when you were sick and pregnant with Jameson because Jimmy was awol. He was there when you needed someone to bitch to about Jimmy. When you needed a drinking buddy when he got home from overseas.

You look down at Jameson next to you and realize that so much of Mike had somehow gotten in to him. How, you'd never really know. But as you lean over and kiss the top of his head, you're thankful for however it happened.

The rest of the meal passes quickly, and thank goodness for it. Before you order dessert, Tom nods at you and you smile. "Guys...mommy and Tom have something very important to tell you. Can you listen closely?" Marie and Jameson look up at you expectantly. You grin wide as you tell them. "You know how we went to Chicago, and you guys got your pictures taken? And we stayed in the really nice hotel?" They both nod. "Well, the reason we did that was to get passports for all of us. So we could go out of the country."

"Mummy, what you mean? Wasa passport?"

Tom reaches for your hand across the table and laces your fingers. "What mummy is trying to say is, we're gonna take your passports and you're all going to come back with me for two whole weeks to see all of London."

Neither of them have words. Jameson's jaw hits the floor, and Marie's face lights up like a firework. "You mean, we geta go see where daddy wives? Where Chawles came fwom?"

"Yes, sweetie."

She stands up on the seat and jumps up and down. "We going to Wondon! Mummy and daddy are taking us to Wondon!!"

Tom can't control his laughter as he reaches up to her.

"Princess, you can't jump like that! Come down, sweetheart!"

Jameson is just shocked. "This is awesome! Momma, are we really going to London?!"

"Yes baby, we really are."

Jameson jumps up and wraps his arms around your neck, hugging you tight. "Momma, this is amazing! I'm so excited! When do we get to go?!"

"The day after tomorrow. We're flying to New York City first, and then we'll take a nighttime flight to London."

"We get two planes?!"

You and Tom can't help but smile and look at each other across the table. He reaches for your hand again, and you squeeze it. "And when we get there, I have a big surprise for both of you, little ones."

You shoot him a look. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it darling?" He winks.
~*~

The paparazzi had all but left Indianapolis International Airport except for a handful. But those that remained luck out. They snap several pictures of you and Tom and the kids. One records video. The two minute long snippet shows Jameson and Marie playing on their iPads. Tom has his arms wrapped around your waist and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders. You're talking excitedly and he's beaming at you then kisses you passionately and moves to mouth your neck to make you laugh. Marie jumps up and asks 'Mummy, daddy, can we get hiceam (ice cream) before we weave?'

Tom releases you and crouches down. 'Of course, princess.'

Jameson and Marie hand you their iPads. 'I'll stay here with the luggage.'

Tom kisses you then sweeps Marie up onto his shoulders. 'We'll be right back, my love.'

The video hits tumblr like wildfire. A few of your social media friends recognize you. Your Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr explode with followers, friend requests and messages. You have most everything set to private because of the kids anyway. Your Internet life and Tom's fame have no baring on them. But now, you and the kids have been thrust into the spotlight.
The car drops you all off at Tom's house. Jameson is impressed by the gated community. "Tom, momma, so you think I could meet Tim Burton?"

"Honey, why would you say that?" Tom looks confused but suddenly smiles.

"I heard you tell Aunt Nina that Tim and Tom live in the same neighborhood."

You blush. "Sorry, fangirl gossip."

"No, darling, it's alright. Yes, we do live in the same community, Jameson. And if possible, you most certainly may meet Tim." Tom opens the front door. The kids take off running, but Tom stops you. "I want to carry you over the threshold."

"But Tom, we're not married."

"I do what I want." He sweeps you into his arms and carries you over the threshold. He sets you back on your feet then kisses you. He turns to the driver. "Just set the bags in the living room, please. We'll delegate where they go."

The kids run back in. "Daddy, you yard is small."

"Yes, princess."

"How we pway monsers den?"

"That's part of the surprise." He tips the driver then leads you into the backyard. "Jameson, son, will you help me with the tarp?" Jameson beams at both being called son and being asked to help.

"Sure, Tom!" Tom grabs one side of the tarp and Jameson the other. They both pull it forward, revealing a good sized castle play structure and swing set.

Marie squeals and practically climbs Tom. "Tank you! Tank you, Daddy!" She kisses his face repeatedly.

"We're all tired after the trip and we have to figure out sleeping arrangements. Why don't we see about food and showers and then we'll play, ok?" Marie nods.

"That brings me to the second part of my surprise." He sets Marie down and takes your hand. "Now, don't think this is a manipulation in any way. I merely wanted the kids to be comfortable."

"Thomas, what did you do?" He leads the three of you into the house and to the guest room. You stand there, shocked. The kids scream in delight and run to their respective sides of the room. "You did all this in three weeks for a two week vacation?"

Marie's half of the room is straight out of a fairytale. A canopy bed, an incomplete mural of the Disney Princesses and toys and dress up costumes mounded. Jameson's side of the room is straight out of a comic book. A loft bed with a desk, an incomplete mural of superheroes, and Legos, kinex, action figures and cars are in careful bins.

Tom ducks his head. "No, as soon as you agreed to come visit, I started planning. So about 5 weeks for what was supposed to be a month." He turns you to face him. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

You nod. The bedroom had overwhelmed you. You were tired from the trip and here he was doing everything you'd imagined. Accepting your need to finish school, becoming a father for your children, wanting marriage and more children, wanting you to move to London. It all felt too good to be true. Your brain didn't want to process it. Something would happen to screw this up.

Tom's bed looks beyond comfortable. It's a not a California King like yours. Probably a queen. But after the last 14 hours, it looks heavenly. The closet doors roll open. Tom clears his throat. You turn and gasp. "Oh my god. Thomas! What have you done?"

"I want you to come with me to the Evening Standard Awards."

"But Tom, all the cameras and people and everyone will know we're together. There'll be no going back."

"Darling, I want to the whole world to know you're mine." He takes your hands in his and brings them to his mouth. "Say yes." He murmurs kisses over your knuckles.

"Yes. Yes, I'll go."

"Wonderful!" He pulls you against him and kisses you, curling your toes and burying his fingers in your hair.

"Mummy, I wove Wondon, can we stay forevewr?" You tuck her in.

"Haha, maybe one day, baby. Do you like your new room and all your new toys?"

"I wove dem! I have all the princess dresses now!"

You laugh as Marie clearly has her priorities. She sits up one more time and draws you in for a hug. Her little arms wrap around your neck, and she rests her head on you shoulder. When she moves to break the hug, you hear her giggle, and you turn to look and see Tom in the doorway smiling at you both.

"There's my girls. Jameson and I were breaking in the swing set. We missed you."

"Oh, babe, I'm sorry. But it's little princess's bedtime." You turn back around to Marie. She picks up her bear and thrusts it towards Tom.

"Daddy, Chawles wants a goodnight kiss."

"Sweet girl, I'd be more than happy to oblige." Tom steps closer and leans down to give the bear a little peck, stopping at your own lips in the process. He plants a small kiss there and without warning, takes Marie's little face in his massive hands and plants kisses all over. She laughs as she returns them all.

"Daddy, you so silly!" She giggles. The whole scene puts you in stitches, and you fall onto the bed, laughing.

"Daddy, will you wead me a story before I fall asweep?"

"Of course, little one. Pick out one of your new ones if you like."

Marie hops out of bed to pick out a new book, and you stand from the bed.

"I'm gonna go check on Jameson, is he still outside?"

"No, darling, he should be inside. I think at the kitchen table." You nod and go in search.

You find Jameson outside again on the swings. He isn't swinging and looks deep in thought. You slide the back door open.

"Sweetie? Are you all right?"

Jameson looks up and hops off the swing. "I'm coming, momma."

As he climbes the couple steps to the back patio, you sit down in one of the chairs. He comes over to stand in between your knees. He looks almost worried.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"Momma, Tom called me son earlier. But I thought Daddy was my daddy, not Tom."

You know what was happening. "Oh baby, it's all right. Tom just meant it as a figure of speech, that he loves you. You know like how he calls May-May princess?"

He nods but still looks worried. "If he calls me son, do I have to call him daddy like May?"

"You don't have to, sweetie. You can call him whatever you like."

"Will he be mad at me if I don't call him daddy?"

"Of course not, baby. You should call him whatever makes you comfortable."

Jameson's face lightens as the worry fades away. A little grin takes the place of all that worry. "Can I call him Uncle Loki sometimes?"

You laugh. "He would probably let you call him that, yeah."

Tom appears in the doorway again and Jameson turns to see him. His grin gets bigger as Tom steps outside to join you. He bends to kiss the top of Jameson's head, and Jameson reaches up for a hug. "My favorite boys."

With the kids finally asleep half an hour later, you and Tom sneak away up to his bedroom. You don't want to live out of a suitcase, so you try to hang a couple things in the closet, next to your new dress. It really blows your mind. The whole thing. He wants to go outright public with you. And not just a little bit. On a night where he will be interviewed and watched and questioned. He's nominated for an award. All eyes will be on him. And now, you. You don't want to back out but the reality hits you.

Tom walks out of the bathroom and sees you standing, looking at the dress. "Are you all right, darling?"

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Just...kinda processing...everything." He stands beside you, facing you, and strokes your back. "If you'd told me four months ago that you were gonna walk into my library, I would have laughed in your face. And now...we're going to an awards ceremony next weekend and the whole world is gonna know we're together."

"Good. I want everyone to know how much I love you. I want to shout it from the rooftops, darling."

You turn your head and reach to cup his face. His words always have a way of calming you. Especially in the face of this uncertainty you feel. "Thank you."

"For what, my love?"

"For everything. For letting me into your life, for bringing my children along. For loving them like you do. For all that." You wave your arm downstairs. "The whole setup they have is just more than I could dream."

Tom smiles. "My darling, you are more than welcome. You and the children are easily the best part of my life. And that ring was truly a promise. One I intend to deliver on."

You turn to face him and he captures your lips. Tom slides his tongue along the cleft between them before you grant him access. You taste every corner of each other for a moment before parting breathlessly. You press your forehead to his. "So tell me...how does the sound travel in your house?"

Tom grins wickedly. "Not much at all, darling."

"Good. Let's test that out." You pull him toward the bed.

Tom sweeps you up and tosses you onto the bed. You bounce and laugh, but your laughter turns to moans. He pulls your shirt off over your head and tosses it. His lips, tongue and teeth assault your ear and neck. You arch your back, pushing your breasts into his large hands for him to knead and tease. His mouth covers your peaking nipple. You gasp and grab his head. He pinches it between his teeth and presses the flat of his tongue to it. Your gasp becomes a groan when he closes his lips and sucks.

"You like that."

"Yes."

His hand skims down your belly and into your shorts. He cups you then slides two fingers inside. You gasp again. "Oh my darling, you're so wet already. You really do like that." He moves his attention to your other breast, flexing his fingers in and out of you.

Tom sits back on his heels then pulls off his shirt. His erection is making an obscene tent of his shorts and you can't help but giggle. "What are you laughing at?" You cover your mouth and point at his crotch. "Oh you think my cock is funny?"

"Oh no. No no no." You shake your head. He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm not convinced." He pushes the shorts down his thighs then pulls off your shorts. You're not giggling now. In fact, you're biting your bottom lip, devouring him with your eyes. He moves over you. His hips nudge your legs wider. You wrap your legs around his waist. His mouth takes yours as pushes his way inside you. He pulls back out then pushes in, each time taking your breath. One more out and in and he fills you completely. "I believe you now."

"Oh god, Thomas."

"I love it when you say my name." He thrusts slow and hard, bringing your ass up off the bed. Your cries become louder and louder.

"Oh fuck. Oh Thomas!"

"Yes!" He holds himself over you, watching your face knit with pleasure. "Touch yourself. Cum on me." His hips snap against you.

You do as you're told, rubbing your clit out of its hood. His arms begin to shake. Pleasure so intense it almost hurts folds you. Warmth washes over you. A crashing wave that makes you keen and arch underneath him. Tom crashes his mouth to yours, devouring your lips. His weight presses on you. His fingers knot in your hair and he pounds into you. His last flurry pushes you into a second orgasm. Your body clenches around him, throwing him into his.

Tom rolls onto his back, pulling you ontop of him. He wipes your hair out of your face with both hands. "I love you. And I want the world to know." His hands cup your face.

"I love you. And I'll follow your lead." He pulls you into a kiss.

"My lead says rest. It's been a long trip and that just took the last out of me."

You slide off to the side, under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder. "G'night, Thomas."

He tips up your chin and kisses you once more. His eyes meet yours. So many things he could say. How you make him feel, how much he loves you. That this with you is what he's wanted more than anything else in the world except for his acting. That having you in his arms is Heaven. His thumb caresses your jawline. "Goodnight, my darling." He kisses you deeply one more time then lays back. He stares at the ceiling for a long time, listening to you breathe as you fall asleep. Having you in his bed finally made this a reality for him. He wanted you there for the rest of your lives. You by his side felt so natural. So much so that he'd acted uncharacteristically since he'd met you. He finally falls asleep, curling onto his side and wrapping his long lean body around yours.
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