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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Mummy…mummy. Wake up…mummy…” The little voice inches away from your face draws you roughly from your jet-lagged sleep. You refuse to open your eyes quite yet though. It comes one more time. “Mummmyyyyyyyy…”

You hear little footsteps pad around the carpet to the other side of the bed as you wake up a little more. Tom’s arm is wrapped around you with yours resting on top. His gentle breathing almost set you back to sleep…almost. You know the next little trick Marie is about to pull and feel the covers pull against you.

Tom takes a deep and quick breath in. “What in the world is she doing?” His voice is thick with sleep and incredibly.

You can’t help but laugh. “She’s trying to get up on the bed with us…and from the sounds of it, having no luck at all.”

You hear Marie’s little grunts and sighs as she tries so hard to pull herself up onto the bed. Tom’s bed is smaller, but much higher than yours at home. She has no chance of making it up without some help, so Tom lets go of you and rolls to the other side quickly.

“Come here, princess. Grab onto me.” He rolls back seconds later with her pulled against him and settles her between the two of you. You turn over to her.

“May-may, what are you doing awake?”

“I was all done sweeping, mummy.”

“Yeah, but mommy wasn’t done yet, baby. You know you’re not supposed to wake people up.” At least this way, she's guaranteed a nap later today.

“Princess, what do you want to do today? Hmm?”

“I wannaaaa…pway wif all my new toys and put on all my pwincess dwesses!”

You nod. Sounds like a lovely plan to you, being jet-lagged still. Maybe a day off couldn’t hurt.

“Of course, May-may. But first, I’m going to treat you and mummy and Jameson to a full English breakfast.” Tom has woken up fully. You're still trying to shake the last little bits of sleep. But it's coming off fast.

Just a little bit later, three of you sit at the kitchen table as Tom works furiously to finish the last of breakfast. And true to his word, Tom sets all of it on the table at the same time. So the boasting is true, you think.

“Momma, what is all this?!” Jameson looks at the plates with big eyes.

“This is a full English breakfast, sweetie.”

“They do stuff so different over here, Momma.”

“They do, baby. But that’s why it’s pretty cool, huh?”

Jameson thinks for a second before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so. What else is different here, Tom?”

“Well, lots of things, I suppose. Do you want to go out and about today and find out what else is different from your home in Indiana?”

“That would be cool, yeah!”

After breakfast, Tom and Jameson get ready to head out into the city while you and Marie settle in for a day at “home”. You head to unpack the last of your stuff and Marie tucks in to her new dress up clothes. You hear her singing a little made-up song.

After a while, you join her and watch her play. “Mummy, wook at all my new toys!” She spreads her arms wide across her side of the room. You sit down on the floor in front of her and reach up to hold her a bit.

“I see them, baby doll! What do you think of all of them?”

“I wuv dem! They are the bestest toys ever, because they came from my daddy.”

You always smile when Marie calls Tom that. It isn’t just that it's him. It's that she finally -has- a daddy. Jimmy was never in her life, and at this point he never would be. You’d make sure of it.

You think about what Tom and Jameson are up to, and you hope it's going all right. This is the first time they’d ever really spent time just them together. You think about what Jameson said the night before and how worried he was about calling Tom “daddy” or not. But you know it will just take time and it isn’t worth getting too worked up about. Jameson loves him, and Tom loves Jameson. And that’s all that mattered.

“Mummy, wet’s go pway out on the swings!” Marie interrupts your thoughts.

“Let’s go then, baby doll!” You chase her out the back door, dodging through the small kitchen. As you chase her around the set and push her on the swings after, you're happier than you had been in a long time. London is really growing on you. And you hadn’t even been out in it yet.

You make yourself at home. When Tom opens the front door, the smell of food cooking hits him. Jameson runs off to the kitchen to show you the plane he made at the science museum. Music fills the house. His smile becomes a joyous grin when he enters the kitchen. Marie sits on the counter, swinging her legs, still in a puffy princess dress and a tiara. Jameson looks back at him, having not said anything. You're singing along with the song. Your hips swaying.

Tom moves up behind you. He sets his hands on your hips and scares the daylights out of you. You scream, causing the kids to laugh. Tom presses his lips to your neck. "You look at home in my kitchen." His arms wrap around your middle.

"I didn't want to eat out again, so I raided your fridge. I hope I didn't screw up an English classic."

"Darling, it's hard to screw up fish and chips. But you forget, you fed me for 3 months. I know your cooking." He snags a chip. It's really just a fried potato wedge more than a french fry. "And you won't screw it up."

"That's hot." He pops it into his mouth then tries to get air in to cool it off. You laugh. "I told you." Tom steps back and you turn around. "What have my two favorite men been doing all day?"

"Tom took me to the science museum. I got to make this plane!"

"That looks so cool, buddy." He holds it up for you to see.

"It's a replica of a WWII RAF plane. I told Jameson I'd look it up when we got home."

"We're gonna hang it from the ceiling!"

You can't help but smile wider at his exuberance. "What else did you do?"

"We went to see the London Bridge. And momma! I got to see where they filmed the end of Thor the Dark World!"

"The Royal Naval Academy."

"And momma! There's a building in town that looks like a torpedo. Tom said we can go while we're here."

"Is that it?"

He shakes his head. "We went to this awesome playground. They had all sorts of things to climb on. And it's all wood. Not like the metal and plastic playground at home."

"Somerford Grove." You raise your eyebrows at Tom and shrug. "It's an adventure playground. Children designed it."

"Ah. Well, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you three wash up and one of you can set the table?"

"Oh me! Me!" Marie stands up on the counter and raises her hand.

Tom helps her down off the counter. As soon as they leave the room, he turns and kisses you. Your tongue glides along his as his lips draw you in deeper. A soft moan escapes you. "Tomorrow I'll make you fall in love with my city."

"As easily as I fell in love with you?"

"I worked hard to win you over."

"Pfft, no you didn't. I practically somersaulted into love with you."

"Mmmm, can you really do that?"

"What?"

"Somersault."

"Yea."

"I'd like to see that. Naked."

He pinches your ass. "Daddy!"

"Coming, princess!"
Tom slips out of bed early for his usual morning run. He hasn’t been as faithful to his routine as he should have been the last few weeks with everything going on. But to see you there beside him in *his* bed makes it worth it. This is exactly how he wants it. He hopes today will be a push closer to the edge for you. Before he leaves, he kneels down next to you as you lay in the bed, just watching you for a few seconds. Just to watch your chest rise and fall is enough to make him happy. He leans forward to kiss your cheek and heads out the door.

He's always better able to think on his runs, and today is no exception. Tom is so excited to show you the surprise he’s planned for you this afternoon. It spurs him on faster to get back home. His usual five-mile track finally winds to an end after an eternity. He hates being away from you and the children.

Almost soundlessly, he slips back into the house. It's still early and everything's still quiet. Tom hops up the stairs to shower, seeing you still fast asleep. He can’t help a laugh. Twenty minutes later, with steam following him from the small bathroom, he sits on the bed next to you.

“Darling.” He speaks softly to lull you out of sleep gently “Daaaarliiing…love, it’s almost time to wake up.”

You don’t budge. The second time he repeats himself, your ears pick up his quiet urgings.

“Mm-mm…mhmhmmm-vacation-hmmmmhmhmhmh...sleep in.” Your mumbling causes Tom a full laugh at you now.

“What in the world was that, darling?”

You mumble again, a little clearer but still full of sleep, “Is vacation…time for sleepin’ in. May-may’s not up yet even, come back and come to sleep.” The gibberish that falls from your mouth makes complete sense to you but only makes Tom laugh again.

“Don’t laugh at me. Just lay back down with me.”

“All right, my love.”

Tom settles back in next to you, curving his body around yours. You know eventually you would have to get up...but right now, this is heaven.

The silence is interrupted by little feet and a tiny hand pushing the bedroom door open. "Mummy....can I come in?"

A deep sigh escaped you. "Okay, NOW it's time to get up."

~*~

"Baby, how are we gonna do this? Who is supposed to take care of the kids?"

"I have it all taken care of, love. Don't worry." You're understandably nervous. The kids are great, even with strangers, but leaving them with someone you don't know makes you uneasy. Practically on cue, the doorbell rings. Jameson flings it open with a smile, and there stands a young woman with a smile, and a canvas bag overflowing with games and toys.

"Hello young man, you must be Jameson!" He blushes a bit and nods. "May I come in?"

"Sure!"

You stand in the doorway of the kitchen. watching. The woman looks up and sees you. She immediately heads toward you with her hand extended and a smile on her face.

"Good morning! You must be (y/n). I'm Emily, the nanny for the day."

You shake her hand with a bit of surprise. "Good morning...you'll have to forgive me. I didn't know quite know anything about this.” You look towards Tom coming down the stairs.

“Ah, Emily, there you are! So glad you could make it today!”

Emily turns around and smiles at him and extendes her hand.

“I am as well, Mr Hiddleston. Thank you so much for your call.”

As Tom shakes her hand, you catch his attention. “Sweetie, can I see you in here real quick?” You point to the kitchen.

Tom follows you in and ses your nervous energy. “Darling, what’s the matter?”

“Tell me who that is and why I should leave my babies with her.” You don’t mean for it to sound like you're trying to be nasty or attacking, but it comes out that way.

“It’s all right, I promise. Emily is my sister’s nanny and had the day off, so I asked if she’d want to come here and watch the children. I hope that’s all right, I didn’t mean to overstep anything if I did-“

“No, no it’s okay…I just…I don’t know her, and it’s just kind of a surprise is all.” You bite your lips together and Tom reaches out and strokes your arms. You look towards the living room where Jameson has already settled in with Emily. She has pulled out some crayons and coloring books, and Jameson is talking excitedly with her.

“She watches your nieces?”

“She does and she’s wonderful, darling.”

“And you trust her?”

“Absolutely. I would never have called her if I didn’t fully trust her. You know I love those two and I would never have done this if I didn’t.”

You nod. “Okay. I trust you.”

A flurry of activity goes up as you begin to leave, but you make sure to tell Emily all the important information. “And please, call me for ANY reason. We’ll come right back home.”

“I absolutely will, Ma’am. I promise.”

“We’ll be fine, momma! Miss Emily has all kinds of toys and games for us to play. This is so cool!”

“Mummy, Daddy is gonna forget you if you don’t go!” Marie has found her way into the living room in another new princess dress. In a final round of kisses and hugs, you finally head out the door.

“So where are we going today, baby?”

“It’s a surprise. But you’ll love it, I promise.”

~*~

Tom finally stops the car. “We’re here, but keep the blindfold on, love.”

You think the blindfold is a little silly, but he had insisted. He hops out and comes around to the other side of the car and helps you out carefully.

“All right, where are we? Why so cloak and dagger?” You laugh.

“You’ll see, darling. I’ll be worth it, I promise. Are you ready?”

“Ready.” Tom loosenes the blindfold and drops it from your eyes.

You actually aren’t ready. The massive brick building in front of you spreads out forever and your jaw drops. Even still adjusting to the light, your eyes grow as big as saucers. “The British Library. You’ve got to be kidding.”

Your brain can’t process it. On the other side of these bricks are more books and knowledge than you can ever hope to come in contact with. The reading rooms alone were enough to make your head spin when you googled the pictures.

Tom watches your face light up. He hopes this was just right. He had worried at first you would think it would be too much like work and you wouldn’t be excited. He’d even started second-guessing himself the night before. But he had a feeling you would love this. One of the first things you told him was how much you loved books, and if there was any where else you could have access to more of them, he would have taken you there.

“What do you think?”

“This…this is…I mean, this is ridiculous…this is incredible. This is…”

“I reserved a reading room, entirely for ourselves for the morning. I hope you like it.

“Like it? I…I love it.”

Tom waits a beat before his next statement. “If…if you lived here, with me, you could come whenever you like and stay for as long.”

You turn to face him with a smile. “You’re too much, you know that?”

“Only for you, darling. Now come on, let’s go raid all those shelves.” You grab his hand and start to run together, your apprehensions about moving fading fast.
Tom let's you behave like a kid in a candy store. He practically beams as you run your fingers over the spines of the books. You take turns reading to each other until your stomach growls. You finally notice the time and it's late afternoon.

"Holy cow, baby. We've been reading all day." He runs his fingers through your hair. You turn to look at him. "I love this. I can't even believe it."

"Let's go get something to eat then we can sight see or head back to the house."

"Can we just go for a drive? Just you and I."

"Of course, darling." You and he gather the books and take them to the desk so that they can be reshelved.

"City or countryside, love?"

"Countryside. I've read all sorts of descriptions about the English countryside."

"As you wish, love." He places his hand on your thigh. "Have I told you you look lovely today?" You shake your head. "Well you do." His attention leaves the road for a second so that he can peck your cheek. The city begins to subside.

Tom's driving impresses you. On his home turf, he can really work the Jag. He hugs the curves like an expert. You can't help the thrill that races through you. You sit up and lean forward, your thighs opening more. He glances at you and moves his hand further up your thigh.

Tom pulls over to the side of the road. "The look on your face. Come here." He places his hand at the back of your head and neck and pulls you to him. His lips brush yours before they press firmly and open yours. His tongue dances along your tongue He tastes you thoroughly before pulling back, taking your breath with him.

"Is there much traffic on this road?"

"Not that I know of. Why?" You grin mischievously then lift your hips, reaching up under your skirt. You wiggle a bit then drop your panties in his lap. "Darling?" You open the door and get out, flashing your ass at Tom. He opens the door and follows you. His mouth takes yours as his hands find your hips. His forehead presses against yours. "God, I love you."

"I love you, Thomas."

You don't speak to each other. Words are useless. You hop onto the hood and Tom nestles between your legs. He opens his pants. You wrap your leg around his waist. His tongue slides inside your mouth as his cock slides inside you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and he braces his hands on the hood. He nuzzles your neck, his hot breath tickling your ear. Your fingers find his hair and hold on. You get louder and louder, so does Tom. "Oh god! Thomas! Don't stop!"

"Almost there. God, you feel so good." Tom loses his rhythm, thighs slapping against the warm metal. You arch your back off the hood. Tom licks his fingers then reaches between you and with few firm circles over your hard clit, he brings you screaming and pulling on his hair. Feeling you cum around him pushes him into his. You fall back on the hood, gasping for breath. Tom lays his head on your belly, panting. "Woman, you'll be the death of me."

"It's not the worst way to do die." He laughs and stands up, fixing himself. You slide off the hood. "We should get back. I promised the kids a movie tonight."
“Mummy, can Miss Emily come over tomowwow again? She was fun!”

“Maybe, sweetheart, we’ll have to see. What kind of stuff did you do today?”

“We did colowing and and pwayed mons’ers! And then we even had a tea party like all the pwincesses that live in the pawace wif the queen!”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, she was so precious. “Well, good baby, I’m glad you had fun. Maybe we’ll have to invite her back then.”

Marie snuggles into her covers and hugs Charles tight. You lean down to kiss her goodnight then cross the room to Jameson’s bed. He was reading through a book Tom gave him on airplanes during WWII from their day together. As you sit next to him on the bed, he cuddles closer but doesn’t let go of his book.

“Momma, look, this is the plane me and Tom made the other day.” He points to one of the pictures.

“Wow, baby, that looks so cool.”

“Yeah. He said that planes like this helped beat the bad guys during the war, way back a long time ago.”

“That’s right. They were very important. What else did he tell you?” You speak softly to calm him down.

“Tom said that it was people like Uncle Mike who did stuff like this. Is that true, Momma? I thought Uncle Mike didn’t fly in planes?”

Your heart clenches. It's all still so fresh. “Yeah…yeah, that’s right. Uncle Mike didn’t fly planes, but…he was just as important as the people that did.” You do your best to push the tears down, but Jameson's too smart for that. He wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you tight. You didn’t want to cry. As much as you miss Mike, he would be so mad at you for it. So instead, you hug your son back. You look across the room and see Marie already fast asleep, her jaw slack. You try to turn the conversation to something happier. “Baby, what do you think of London?”

“I like it a lot. I really loved that park Tom took me to. I wanna go back soon.”

“Yeah? Well, you should tell him. I bet he’d love to take you again.”

“Momma, are we gonna stay in London?”

“Well, it kinda looks like it might happen that way, monkey. What would you think if we lived here instead of Indiana?” You aren’t typically in the business of asking your five-year-old son for advice, but his and Marie’s opinion matter in this.

He thinks for a minute before speaking. “I dunno. I would miss Uncle Jason and Aunt Amy. And Grandma and Grandpa, both of them. But they could come visit, couldn’t they?”

You nod. “Of course.”

Jameson furrow his little brow. “I like it here. But I would want my own room, Momma, like I have at home.”

A smile took your face. “Oh, is that so? Well, I think that may be reasonable. But for now it’s bedtime, all right?” Jameson hugs you one last time before snuggling down into his covers, and you kiss him good night.

Walking upstairs to your bedroom, you find Tom sitting up in bed reading over a script. He smiles when he sees you and tosses the script aside. You slip your thin cardigan off and crawl into bed beside him, exchanging kisses and gentle touches. As you slip under the covers, Tom pulls you closer to him and presses his body against yours. You moan and giggle as he climbs over you and rests his forearms on either side of your head. He nuzzles your nose a few times and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. You smile at each other.

“Darling…have you given any more thought to what we’ve talked about? About you coming here? For good? You and the children?”

“I have. But I haven’t made a final decision yet.” Tom’s expression falters a bit. “It’s a lot to consider. I just have to make sure I do what’s best for the kids. I’m not worried about me, but I have to be sure about them.”

He nod. “Maybe this week or next even, we could look at some schools? Or there’s a fantastic ballet school I know Marie would love, and she would do so well...and just down the block, there’s a school I’m sure Jameson would adore- they specialize in science and maths. Marie could even go there when the time came, and—"

You put up a hand, silencing him. “All right, honey. Maybe if I survive Sunday, we should go see about them.”

A huge grin spreads across Tom’s face. Looking at schools is a huge step in his mind. He's sure once you saw the caliber of coursework and just how well the school is rated, you would know for sure this was where you and the children are meant to be.

“You’ll do wonderfully on Sunday, I just know it. I can’t wait to see you in that dress, as well.”

“You can’t wait to see me out of that dress, either, I bet." You wink.

“That may be the case, love.”

You giggle as Tom dips his head to kiss you one more time before you reach for the light.

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you.”

You settle close to him as he wraps his arms around you. The smell of his soap surrounds you and gives you a sense of security. It's clear Tom will do anything it takes to convince you that London is the place for you. And while you aren’t denying you love it and you want to be with him, any resistance is wearing thin.
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