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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Today is the day. Tom's flying in today from London. As you maneuver your car through traffic trying to make it to the airport on time, you pray you don’t miss his arrival. You would have been on time if you weren’t so sick this morning. It's almost like it's getting worse. But you're almost there, and whip into the parking deck. Finding a spot quickly, you park and fight another wave of nausea.

“Not right now, please not now.” You take a deep breath to settle yourself. It passes quickly, thankfully.

You jog into the terminal, looking for the arrivals board. Gate C-17 and it's on time. Shit. You quickly scan the signs overhead looking for Terminal C and spot it. You can’t go as far down as you want to because of security, but you can see the sign for his gate. The plane'a at the gangway. And the first set of passengers are already making their way down towards you.

“Where are you, baby?” You whisper more to yourself. Another handful of passengers make their way off the plane but no sign of Tom. Your breath quickens. Your heart starts to race. “No, where are you?” The ground starts to falter.

But finally, there he is. You can’t miss him if you try. His height gives him entirely away. And the fact that he’s styled his hair the way you like. It gives him another two inches. The smile that breaks out on your face gives you away to him. Even from the far end of the terminal. Tom breaks out in his own smile and then a run toward you. His long legs take almost no effort to run the length of the building.

You hold your arms out as he gets closer. He lets his bag fall from his shoulder as he finally reaches you, picks you up and spins you around.

“Tom! You’re finally here.”

“I am. I’m home, darling. I’m finally home.”

He finally sets you down after he’d had his fill of kisses for the moment. You lead him to the baggage claim. Neither of you keep your eyes or hands off each other. Just to feel his hand inside yours takes every one of your worries away. Nina is wrong. This proves it beyond a shadow of a doubt for you.

On the way back to the car, Tom loads his suitcase into the trunk and looks around carefully.

“What? What is it?”

“Just…checking to make…sure…” He scans the deck for anyone else who may be watching. Suddenly, he drops to his knees and pulls your shirt up.

“OH! Tom, what are you—“

“Shh, it’s all right, love. Mummy is just surprised, that’s all. I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you. I can’t wait to see you in a few months. I’m so excited! Mummy is too, I’m sure.” He murmurs softly to your navel.

A small laugh escapes your lips. Tom smiles against your skin and nuzzles you. He plants a string of kisses all the way across from one hip to another. Afterward, he stands back up and brushes the hair back off your shoulders.

“I just wanted to say hello to my son, darling.”

“Silly man. You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“Maybe. But you so love it.”

“I do. And you, too."
The alarm blares and disturbs the puppy pile in your bed. You brush Marie's feet from your face and start to sit up. Tom moans and holds your belly tighter.

"Tom, baby, let me up."

"No, my darling." He presses his face into your belly then nuzzles and kisses it.

"I have to pee. Let me up." He groans and rolls onto his back. Jameson rolls over and flops onto Tom. You scoot to the edge then stretch and stand. "It's like Jonestown in here." Tom chuckles and combs his fingers through your son's hair. The wave of nausea hits you in the gut. You press your lips together and your hand to your mouth before you dart into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

You barely make it to the toilet in time. In the process of vomiting, you wet yourself. Tom peeks in the door. "Love, are you alright?"

You rest your head on the cool porcelain seat. "Go away, Tom. Please. I don't want you to see me like this." You wretch into the toilet again. Tom frowns and opens the door more.

"Darling?"

"Please just go."

"Daddy? You fix bweakfass. Mummy sick." Marie tugs on his hand.

"I'll get the kids ready. If you need me, just yell." The door closes behind him. You vomit once more before you're able to leave the toilet. You strip down and start the shower. Your bump is still small but it's there. A soft curve of your belly. You moan into your hands as the hot water beats your back. Whoever said pregnancy is a beautiful thing never pissed themselves while Linda Blairing popcorn and grilled cheese.

You feel Tom's arms wrap around your middle. "I set you coffee on the counter. And you have toast and fruit waiting for you." He kisses your wet hair. "Feeling better?"

"Yes. Where are the kids?"

"Eating breakfast at the table." You lean against him. His hands lay flat across your stomach. "I'm terribly excited to see my boy on screen." The two of you sway back and forth.

"Following in daddy's footsteps, eh?"

"His first staring role." His lips feel soft and cool against the hot water. "So when do we get to have this insanely hot pregnancy sex?"

"Wha-what?" You laugh and tilt your head back.

Tom grins against your skin then bites your shoulder playfully. "Ben told me that a positive for us fathers is the insanely hot pregnancy sex."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but it's not while I'm throwing up nearly clockwork."

Tom chuckles then cups your breasts. "I'll let you ride me so you can jump up and come in here if you need to."

"Oh that's sexy."

"You're carrying my child. My son. There is nothing sexier than that."

Marie bangs on the glass. Tom scoots around behind you. "Mummy, daddy, time for bus."

"Alright, May may, we'll be out in a minute."

Marie giggles. "I seed daddy butt." Tom groans but you laugh.
Dr. Mizrahi looks over the chart. "So you are the father?"

Tom shifts in his chair. "Yes."

"You're tall. Baby will be big. Too big, we'll have to take."

"Dr. Mizrahi, this is Tom's first baby. Please don't traumatize him." The three of you laugh and the tension is broken.

"Sorry. Ok. Let's take a look." The stern looking Pakistani woman squirts ultrasound jelly on your belly.

"Hey that's warm."

"Yes, I hated cold goo. Baby likes it more too. Now let's see the little bean."

Tom takes your hand then wraps his other over it. The rapid whump whoosh of the fetal heartbeat fills the dim room. Tom's eyes grow wide.

"Baby has good strong heart." The doctor takes measurements and types and clicks then turns the monitor for the two of you to see. "Another couple weeks and we'll be able to see if it's a boy or girl. Here's baby's heart." Tom gapes at the monitor. You bite your lip as you watch the joy and happiness crash over his radiant face. A tiny little skull profile comes into grainy view. You glance from your boy to your man. "Say hello to baby, daddy." The baby turns as if in response so that it appears to be looking out of the screen. You tear up as Tom goes from ecstatic to jubilant.
That night, you and Tom lay in your bed. You on your back with Tom nestled in between your legs. He plants little kisses and traces patterns on your stomach as you talk back and forth about all sorts of baby stuff.

"I like the name 'Henry', babe. If it's a boy like you want."

"Oh really? That wouldn't have anything to do with your favorite role, would it?" Tom shoots you a cheeky smile.

You smirk. "Maybe. But it's a great name, don't you think?"

"I love it, sweetheart. You're putting in the work, and if that name makes you happy, then I'm all for it."

You smile and run your fingers through his hair.

"How should we decorate the nursery? I can get the same painter I got for Jameson and Marie's room, I bet."

"Did you have something in mind?"

"Well, what about animals? Like…monkeys and lions? Does that sound good?”

“That sounds wonderful. I didn’t think I would have to decide again on a nursery theme after Marie. It’s nice to have help with it at least.”

Tom pause. Something bigger is on his mind than just murals and names. “Darling…I want to ask to…”

You pause. Was this the moment the other shoe dropped? “What is it?”

“If…if this baby were born- what I mean is, if we had him and-“

Your hormonal brain was kicking into high gear. “Tom, spit it out. You’re making me nervous.”

“I want him to be born in London.” His eyes are consumed with worry. He's afraid you would flat-out deny him or not even hear him out.

“Darling, I’ve thought about it a lot. If we were to have our son in London, he would have dual citizenship. He would be able to take advantage of all the benefits of both countries. And it would make it easier for you and the children too, to file for dual citizenship. So you could work and live there without worry or concern that they wouldn’t be able to attend school, or who knows what.”

You pause now. He really had thought about it. And you're going to move anyway. It's not a terrible idea. Even though the timing isn’t what you wanted. You hadn’t wanted to move until you had a job. But things kinda outside your control are happening to move that along.

You smile. “That…that may be a really good idea.”

Tom beams. His idea has gone over well. “I can’t wait to tell everyone, darling. I’m so excited. You can’t imagine.”

“Um, I bet I can imagine. I’ve done this a couple times before, remember?” You can’t hold back your giggle. Neither can Tom.

“Ehehehe…I’m sorry, love. I’m just so excited. It’s our first little life together, that we’ve made.” He traces ticklish patterns over your small bump. Tom looks at you and your tiny swell with all the love in the world, and you think his heart will burst. He's madly in love with you and your tiny little life. Tears wells in your eyes and his as you look at each other.

“I can’t wait to tell every single soul on earth about this. About him.”

“You’re so certain it’s a boy. You may be very disappointed in a couple weeks. You never know!”

“It doesn’t matter. Either way, I’m over the moon.”

“I know. I can tell.”

“When is Marie’s party?”

“On Saturday. Only four more days.”

“Okay. I can’t wait, my darling.”

“Me either. But I am exhausted. I really think we should get some sleep.”

Tom crawls up from between your legs and presses his lips against yours. His kiss is gentle and sweet and filled with so much love you can hardly stand it. As he breaks slowly, he whispers, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

Tom lays a hand over your tiny bump, stroking his thumb over your skin. You reach for the light and flick it off. You settle into each other with your back pressed against his muscular chest. His hand gently cups your swell. You missed this so much, and to finally have it is incredible. Only four more days and you can finally tell everyone your family is expanding even more.
You and Tom lay next to each other panting and laughing. "If this isn't insanely hot pregnancy sex, I don't think I'll survive it when it comes, darling." He pushes himself up to lean over you to kiss you deeply. "God, I missed you. Only 2 months and I nearly went mad." He licks his lips, catching his breath. "When does Jack's cookout start?"

"In a few hours. Why?"

His smile becomes a mischievous Loki grin. He flips you onto your stomach then kisses down your spine. He takes your hands and places them on the rails of the headboard. "Don't let go or I'll stop." Tom kisses his way back down your spine and playfully bites your ass. He spreads your legs then pushes you up onto your knees. Your stomach twists in need. But surprisingly, he doesn't position himself to take you. Instead, his hot, hungry mouth devours your cunt from behind. You scream and shout his name. "Yes, darling. Be as loud as you want. Just don't let go."
Tom watches you through the afternoon. Your color began to drain after the last bout of sickness before you left the house. Worry clutched him but you reassured him. He made sure you were hydrated and comfortable and didn't allow you to do anything that he couldn't do. Everyone took notice of how loving and doting he was. Nina couldn't look at you because she felt like an asshole.

Tom crouches next to your chair. "Darling, you look grey. I'd feel much better off you called Dr. Mizrahi." He takes your hands in his. "Baby, you're ice cold." He presses his hand to your face. "You're clammy. Are you sure you're alright?"

You shake your head. "Just a little pain in my side." Tom draws you up as he stands.

"Darling, you're shaking. We're going to the emergency room." You swallow and nod. He leads you a step but you're in more pain than you've let on and you feel extremely weak. You collapse but he catches you. "Christ, (y/n)!"

Nina and Wade run up. "Tom!"

Wade pushes around the two of you. "We'll take my squad car. Lights and sirens all the way."

"What's-"

"Denise, keep the kids." You start to slip out of consciousness. "Tom, don't let her see the blood." Tom lifts you into his arms and runs to the front of the house. You can feel the sticky on his hands from where he caught you. You can feel the wet fabric of your pants.

Tom lays you across the back seat of the car then runs around to get in the other side. Wade squeals off before the door is actually shut. Tom pulls your head into his lap. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want to scare you."

"Hush, my sweet girl." His fingers tremble as they comb through your hair. You reach up to brush a tear from his cheek and he grabs your hand and kisses the palm.

You stare at the ceiling. This is all your fault. If you had said something when the pain started, maybe Dr. Mizrahi could have done something to stop the miscarriage. You swallow but that doesn't stop the tears.

You can hear Tom speaking softly outside in the hall. You turn away from him. Would he hate you now? Would he blame you? They'd given you a unit of blood and sedated you when you became hysterical. Depending on your lab results and another ultrasound, you might go home tomorrow.

Tom pushes the door open. "Hey, baby." He pulls the chair up next to the bed and sits down. He takes your hand on his. His eyes are red and puffy where he's been crying. "Are you- I mean, do you need anything?"

You shake your head. He tucks a strand of hair out of your face. "I'm sorry, Tom. This is all my fault."

He frowns. "Nonsense. You heard the doctor. It was a fluke."

"But if I had said something-"

He places his finger against your lips. "I saw you worsening before my eyes. I'm just as much to blame as you are if we are placing blame. But we're not." He swallows and looks down. The pain in his face is almost too much. You look away to openly weep. The bed moves as he climbs into it and lays beside you, curling his body around you as he is want to do, but he is careful of your IV. The two of you cry together, mourning the loss of your son. For he'd always be your son. Tom stays with you until you fall asleep.

He carefully slips from the bed and quietly leaves the room. Air. He needs air. This time of night, no one is outside the labor and delivery entrance. He sinks down to his knees under the tree. In this moment, he knows Romeo's grief. His heart clenches, as does his fists. Words he's read times before but never felt the meaning. "I DEFY YOU, STARS!" He screams and rages at the concrete, beating his fists until the skin tears. When the rage is gone, the sorrow takes its place. His shoulders shake with sobs. When the tears are spent, he sits up and looks to the night sky.
Nina is there to help you and Tom get home the next day. All your test results had come back normal and you’d been discharged. Not that you notice much. The whole thing is a blur. Yesterday morning you were going to be a mother again. And now it had been snatched from you.

You slowly dress in the clothes Nina had brought you from home as Tom speaks in the hallway with the nurse about discharge instructions. She stays close to make sure you don’t lose your balance.

“Honey, listen, I’m so-“

“Don’t. Not right now, okay?” You cut her off. She purses her lips and nods. She understands now was not the time to say a word. Not even an apology.

The car ride home is quiet. Tom sits as close to you as he can, wrapping his arms around you and stroking your hair. You try to just be still. The fear of him leaving now is still in your mind. It wasn’t unfounded. You'd lost Henry. His son. Would he forgive you?

You pick up one of his hands and turn them over. You see the bruises and scrapes, all fresh. He didn’t have those yesterday. What happened? You look up at him and knit your eyebrows together. Before you say a word, he shushes you. “It’s all right,” he whispers. “Everything will be fine.”

“Where did you get-“

“It’s all right, darling. Don’t worry about it anymore. Everything will be fine.” You nod and bring his hand to your lips. You silently kiss every wound, and Tom pulls you closer with kisses of his own.

Nina helps you both inside once you get home, while Tom carries you upstairs to bed. Before walking Nina out, he pulls the covers over you and quietly gathers the couple of baby magazines you’d hidden under the bed away from prying eyes, and drops them into the trash.

“Tom, I have to confess something and apologize.”

“What is it?”

“I…misjudged you a lot when I found out about the baby. I didn’t think you would be around because of your work, and I realize now I was wrong. I just saw her struggle so much with Jimmy, and the last thing I wanted was to watch that again. She’s so close to reaching her goal, and I wouldn’t be able to stand it if this happened to her again.” Tom thinks over her words. It's clear she's embarrassed, and Tom isn’t the type to brush off a sincere apology. “I know she doesn’t really want to talk to anyone right now, but please tell her to call me. Please?”

“I’ll tell her, Nina. It may be a couple days, but I’m sure she’ll come around. You’ve been friends for so long. I can’t imagine she would stay away for too long.”

“Thank you.”

They share a hug before she leaves and Tom climbs the steps back to you. You're right where he left you, curled in a ball waiting for him to get back. He curls around you, pulling you as close as he could.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t keep him, Tom. I’m sorry.”

“Shh, my love, don’t say those things. It wasn’t your fault. It’s no one’s fault. It was an accident. You had nothing to do with it.”

“But I couldn’t keep him safe.” You are exhausted still, the effects of the sedatives they’d given you still in your system.

“It’s all right, (y/n). It wasn’t our fault.” You take some deep breaths to try to calm yourself. This is going to be harder than anything you’d ever done. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise you.” You believed him. And at least, you won’t be going through it alone.

A few minutes later, you say quietly, “I want my babies.”

Tom reaches for his phone on the nightstand behind him and dials Jack’s number. You hear him ask Jack to bring the kids back home, and the protests from Jack that maybe now wasn’t the right time.

“Now is the perfect time. We need them, Jack. Please.”

“All right, I’ll get their stuff together. We’ll be right over, Tom.”

As he places his phone back on the nightstand, Tom turns over and kisses your ear. “Jack is coming with our babies, darling.”

It clicks what he said. “Our babies.” You start to think that maybe things will be okay. Not right now, but they will be.
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