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Surreal Moments	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tom sways with you to Sarah Mclachlan 'Ice cream'. He kisses your neck and ear. You smile softly.

"It is, you know."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhmm." He glances at the kids watching It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. "It's better than chocolate. Better than anything else that I've had."

The door bell rings and the chorus of trick or treat summons you to the front door. It's unseasonably warm for October in Indiana. Tom groans and stomps to the door. The delightful squeals chorus through the house. You get into character as the Bride of Frankenstein and sidle up to him. "Oh, they're just children. Give them the candy, Frankie." Tom growls and drops candy bags into their treat bags. Jameson runs into the foyer. "Hi Sam!"

"Hey Jay! Your dad is awesome."

The little Green Lantern beams at his friend then Tom. "He is!" Tom's grin almost splits his face.

The guests begin to arrive and the trick or treaters keep coming. You light the 30 pumpkins that line the porch and the steps. "Marie is ready for cake, darling." He wraps his arms around you. "Are you alright?"

You nod. "Just a little tired and sore."

"Sit down, baby. Let me take care of everything." You sit with Marie, your very own Maleficent. Jack and Denise, Wade and Nina, Jason and Amy and all her little daycare and dance friends sing gather and sing happy birthday. Tom helps her blow out her candles. After cake, comes presents from the guests. She'd already gotten her presents from you and Tom and Tom's sister, Emma.

After the last guest leaves, Tom tucks a very sleepy birthday girl into bed. "Daddy, you know what my wish it's?"

"What is it, my princess?"

"Dat you and mummy move us to Yondon and we have a big famiwy."

"Well, my sweetest, I think that is a very good wish."

"I fought so. Night, daddy."

"Night, princess."

Tom stands in the doorway watching you brush out your hair. He had two weeks to spend with you before he had to go home to London.
The next weekend, all the unseasonable warmth comes to a very abrupt end, and the Indiana fall swept in. It settles around your house but doesn’t even come close to coming in and unsettling the warmth you feel. Your family is together again. Not for forever yet, but that day was getting closer and closer. Soon you'll have to tell the kids.

They're in the middle of a blanket fort with Tom in the den. And despite his best efforts to achieve the “hide” portion of a game of hide-and-seek, he can’t seem to make it happen.

“Where’s Daddy?” you whisper to Marie as you climb up the stairs, playing along.

“I dunno, Mummy, he’s hidin’!”

“We gotta find him. What’s gonna happen if we don’t find him?”

“Den he never hasta leave and go back to Yondon! He stays wif us!”

You giggle as Marie quietly stalks around to the far side of the blanket fort. She gasps as she came across Tom’s long legs sticking out the back. Almost as if she's in a cartoon, she exaggerates her tiptoeing to come right beside him. Suddenly, she shrieks and jumps on the back of his thighs.

“Daddy, I foun’ you!!”

You collapse in laughter. “Oh no! I’ve been discovered! My secret is out!”

“You is a bad hider, Daddy! Jameson, I foun’ him!!”

On cue, Jameson runs up the stairs. “Oh, man! I wanted to find him! Where was he hiding?”

“I’ll never tell, my boy. It was a perfect spot until May-May just now saw me! Next time I’ll have to hide better, that’s all!”

“Okay, but now it’s our turn to hide, Tom!”

“Then go! Run and hide, I’ll give you a head start!”

Marie and Jameson take off down the stairs like a shot, squealing and laughing. Tom takes the chance to crawl toward you as you lay near the top of the stairs still in stitches. He dips his head, kissing you sweetly.

“How is my darling love?”

“Hmm, I’m okay. How is mine?”

“Faring well, now.” His long fingers play toward your stomach, so used to being there and not yet accustomed to the circumstance, unaware he's even doing it. You stop him. “Darling, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even-“

“It’s all right, Tom. I would have done it myself eventually.” You both pause, just looking at each other. It's the first time since you’d gotten home from the hospital you’ve both addressed it. And surprisingly, you aren’t hurting so much now. Not that it was okay. But Tom has made it clear from the start of all this that he isn’t going anywhere. That he doesn’t blame you.

You smile. He brushes the hair off your face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

One final beat of silence passes before you hear Marie giggling from her hiding spot, wherever it is downstairs. It makes both of you laugh.

“I think someone is waiting for you, baby.”

“It sounds like it, doesn’t it? Ah, well. I guess I better go find her then, huh?”

“I think so or we might not find her at all!” You shout the last part. You hear both her and Jameson laugh at the idea.

“Whatever shall we do if we never find our dear, darling children?”

“I suppose we’ll have to go to London again without them! Oh, the humanity of it all!”

You hear two tiny gasps as Tom bounds down the steps to locate them both. With your feet on the steps below you, you sit up and lean forward to rest your chin on your knees. You hear the playful growl as he comes upon Jameson and the squeal when he finds Marie. The sounds fill your whole heart and push out every sad thought you have. There's no time to be worrisome while he's still here, and probably even after he leaves too. Things will be all right.
~*~

You watch the snow fluttering down. Jason carries out Jameson's suitcase. You double check all the locks and the windows, the lights and the furnace. "You realize this is the first Christmas we won't be spending together. Since you've been alive."

"I know."

"I'm glad I'm driving you to the airport in this mess. Instead of you driving yourself."

"Me too. Is Amy with mom and dad?"

"Yea." You check the safety belts on Marie and Jameson then slide into the passenger seat. "The doctor says the baby is going to be early the rate we're going."

You shift in your seat. It's bittersweet talking about Abby's impending birth. You're excited for your neice's arrival, but the miscarriage was only a month and a half ago. The wound doesn't hurt as much but it's still there. It pulses every now and then.

"Is Tom picking you up from the airport?"

"No. He's still in LA. Luke is."

"When will he actually BE in London?"

"Jesus shit, Jace. Twenty fucking questions." You look out into the falling snow. "His flight leaves tomorrow night."

You had taken your last final the day before. The kids were out for three weeks. You'd get Christmas and New years in London with Tom. You had already exchanged gifts with your family. You can't help the bubble of excitement that bursts forth as your brother drives you north.
"Mummy, when's daddy coming home?"

You tuck the blankets up under her chin. "His flight left last night as we got in, so he should be home in the morning." The kids shouted in joy. "Now, you go to sleep. We've a busy day tomorrow. We need to put up the tree. And decorate." You kiss your children one more time. Christmas is only a few days away. The house feels too quiet as you move to the living room. The fire flickers. You sit in 'his' chair, pulling your laptop onto your lap.

You're very careful of what you tweet but you had to delete your tumblr. You changed your Facebook and it's settings so that only family and friends were in there. You sip your tea as you scroll through tumblr. Pictures from Halloween were still circulating. You loved the one of you and Tom as the Bride of Frankenstein and Frankenstein's Monster. Warmed by the fire and your tea, you doze off.

A chill causes you to draw up the throw blanket. The fire has died. You think you'd heard the door close as you come fully awake but listening didn't reveal anymore sound. You ash out the fire to choke it then head to bed. As you're pulling the blankets up, the phone rings.

"Hey you."

"Hey my sweet girl. How was your flight?"

"Long. And lonely. How's yours?"

"Longer and just as lonely. I can't wait to be in your arms." You hear a sound in the other room.

"Baby, I think I heard something."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I think I heard something in the living room."

"Maybe it was one of the kids."

"No." You swallow and slip out of bed. "I thought I heard a man's voice."

"Darling. Don't go out there."

"I just want to see if there's an intruder. If there is, I'll call the police."

You tip toe over the hard wood floor until you reach the soft plush rug. Nothing. You can hear Tom breathing on the other end. "You there?"

"No, I'm here." You whirl around to see him leaning on the circular staircase railing. Your frightened excited squeak chokes off. Tom catches you as you run then jump into his arms. "God I've missed you." You both close your eyes and breathe each other in. His lips brush your hair then your temple, your ear, your cheek and finally your own lips. You sigh and melt into him. The both of you pour every ounce of love and longing into that kiss.

"I love you, Thomas."

"I love you, (y/n)."
The next afternoon, after all the trees in London had been examined closely by Jameson and rejected for being too small or not “bushy” enough, you finally find one that meets all his qualifications. Marie is just happy to hang the tinsel. That's always her favorite part.

You're carefully unwrapping Tom’s ornaments and hanging them in different spots as he holds Marie and helps her.

“Daddy, dere’s a spot we misseded!”

“Oh, princess, it seems there is! Let’s get it!” He leans her forward to hang the last bit of the shiny stuff.

“Momma, that ornament needs to go right there, it’s the perfect size.”

“Yes, sir!” You smile as you hook it. The scene plays out in front of you like a dream. Your family is together at Christmas. And it feels like it's getting bigger all the time. Sophie and Ben will be coming over later, and Emma and Jack for dinner too.

“Oh! I just remembered!” Tom sets Marie down. “I have something special for the tree!”

“What do you have?”

Tom jogs into the other room and comes back holding a little box. He opens it up and pulls out a new ornament. Marie and Jameson huddle around you on the floor to see what Daddy is pulling out of the box. He kneels down in front of you, holding the ribbon while the bright crystal snowflake shoots light all across the room.

It's beautiful. “Oh, Tom…it’s gorgeous, I love it!”

“Do you like it? I had it made for us..all of us.”

You slip the crystal snowflake from his fingers and examine it closely. Each tine has an engraving, and you soon make out what they were. First, your name at the top then Tom’s. After that is Jameson’s and then Marie’s. And at the bottom is “Henry”.

Your breath catches in your throat. The tears prick the back of your eyes as you bring your free hand to your mouth. You don’t want to cry, not in front of the kids. You look to Tom, who has an equally pained expression on his face.

“Is it okay? Do you like it? I can have another one made. it might take a week, but I can-“

“It’s beautiful. I love it, baby.” And you really do. It's breathtaking. And your son's name will always be on it, as a small token to remember him by.

You reach up and pull Tom into a sweet kiss. He cups your face and pulls you as close to him as he can, resting your foreheads together as the kiss gently breaks.

You laugh when you hear Jameson groan. “Momma, you and Tom kiss too much!”

“No, baby, we don’t kiss enough. And I don’t kiss you enough either!” With that, you pull him in and shower kisses on his face while he laughs.
Dinner is fantastic. You cook up a storm for everyone, and even Marie got in on the action by adding water to everything. Jameson keeps everyone entertained by making up stories before and even during dinner.

As you and Tom walk everyone out, Sophie and Emma both turn to give you a hug. “It was so lovely to see you again, dear. Please let’s do lunch or coffee before you leave, okay?” Sophie really warmed to you since you’d seen her last, and you were so grateful. Emma had never held back, so there was no more warming up to do there.

“I would love that, Sophie. Let me know when you’re free.”

You and Tom put the kids to bed with hardly a fuss. The party wore them flat out. And as you shut their door, you feel Tom’s body press against you from behind. He slides his arms around your waist and kisses your temple, trailing down to you shoulder and collarbone.

“Hmm, darling…if you knew how much I missed you. You would have kicked everyone out of the house hours ago.”

“Baby, they were all your friends! Well, mine now too, I suppose.”

Tom continues his kisses as you carefully step backwards and he follows suit. You lead him down the hallway to your bedroom. As you reached for the handle, Tom finds the soft spot behind your ear that made you go weak.

“Oh…”

“That’s it, my darling…let me hear you…” You fling the door open and pull him inside behind you.

“Shut the door and I’ll tell you everything you want to hear."

Tom kicks the door shut behind him as he pulls his shirt from his slacks. Your fingers work at the buttons. Your mouths don't leave each other, tongues wrestling. Tom shrugs off the button down then pulls away from you long enough to pull the undershirt over his head. His tongue traces your lips, letting go a moan. He reaches behind you and unzips your dress. It flutters to the floor, leaving you utterly bare before him. His hands glide down your back to press your body against his as he grips your ass and lifts you up.

"Ohhhhh my darling love, my sweet girl, nothing underneath?" He shudders, growing harder pressed to your belly. "You slay me, love."

"Tom. Too many words. Too many clothes." He laughs and shoves you back on the bed. He watches your body bounce in all the right places. You prop yourself up on your elbows, bending your knees and placing your feet flat on the bed. His eyes become intense, possessive. He drinks in your body as he slowly unbuckles his belt. He smirks at the way you bite your lip when he unbuttons his slacks and unzips them. His tongue rolls over his own as he grabs his shaft through the slacks and rubs and strokes. Your lips part and your knees fall open.

Tom shed the slacks and his boxers. He crawled over you, taking your mouth. He positioned himself between your legs.

A panic bubble breaks the kiss. "Stop!" He startles.

"What is it, baby?"

"Condom."

"But-"

"Yes, I'm on birth control but please, wear one."

"Of course." He caresses your cheek then reaches for the nightstand. You rub your face and close your eyes. Tom simply looks at you. You own him. He'll do anything to make you happy. He never expected to find a love so complete and wondrous. He moves over you again, kissing your throat.

"I've missed you so. These months away kill me."

"Me too, honey." He moves down to your breasts, kissing the tops.

"Lay back." He takes your thighs in his arms and spreads you wider, pulling you closer. You lay back on the bed, looking up at him. He presses his cock into so slowly your back bows, the air leaving your lungs. The way he stretches you pulls your nipples tighter. When he fills you, he moves to lay over you, pressing your bodies together. You move together, shaking but never looking away. You can't kiss him enough, whimpering into him. His moans vibrate along your spine. You tighten around him, your pleasure spiraling and spiking. He buries his face in your neck. "Yes, my love. Let me hear you. I've missed it so much." You let go short barking moans with each thrust.

"Oh. God. Oh fuck."

"Yes!" He growls and pumps his hips faster. That fucking growl. It does it every time. You fall over the cliff and cum hard around him. He cries out and finds his own.

He rolls onto his back, pulling you onto his chest. He tosses the condom into the bedside waste basket as he rolls. He brushes your hair from your face and kisses you. He kisses you again. And again. And again. You lay on his chest, breathing hard. "Give me a minute, Tom. I don't have your recovery time." He laughs and lays back, stretching. "Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere."
You wake up to snow. Only a few more days left til Christmas, and your first London snow blankets the world outside. If you look out the from window, it's already been trodden on. But out the back and behind Tom’s house? It's untouched. You stand in his small kitchen with him, both of you looking out the back door as the flakes continue to fall, one of his arms wrapped tight around you while the other holds a cup of coffee.

“Do you think they’ll like it?”

“What do you mean, the snow? Oh, they’ll love it, baby.”

Tom kisses your temple. He hasn’t shaved yet that morning and his stubble sends a delightful shiver through you. You settle more against him, burrowing the back of your head against his chest. The silence of the moment is so needed. Christmas is always a loud season for you and your kids, and being so far away from home hasn’t lessened their excitement about everything. And now, the snow will surely have them tearing through the house in joy.

“When do you want to tell the children about their new home?”

“Very soon. I just want especially Jameson to get through the rest of the year with little to no distraction. Lord knows the boy is a ball of energy already, moving would ramp him up even more.”

Tom laughs. There's no denying that and he knows it. “Plus we still have to find a school for Marie, too.”

“I’m so glad you said something, darling. I may have found one. It’s a fantastic school, and they do loads of performing arts, including ballet. And…I’ve even met with the headmaster. And she is nothing like the other one at all.”

You turn your head to look at Tom. He's unreal sometimes, in the best way.

“When did you have time to do that? It’s not like you’ve been here, hardly.”

“Well…I may have roped Luke into helping me a bit.”

“Aww, poor Luke. One of these days, baby, he’s gonna call in a favor on you and you are NOT going to be able to say ‘no’.” You laugh.

Tom looks down at you a little sheepishly before planting a kiss right on your smiling lips. “It’ll be worth whatever he asks me, as long as you’re happy.”

“I’m very happy.”

Tom hear the shuffle of tiny feet behind him, and he turns to find Jameson rubbing his eyes. “Good morning, son. Look at what we have out back!”

Jameson looked out the glass door and grinned. “Momma, can we go play? Can we?”

“Of course, sweetie. We have to have breakfast and get dressed first, though.” You turn around and give Tom one more kiss before sliding over to kiss Jameson good morning.

“I’m gonna go get your sister up, okay? We’ll all go out together.”

Tom watches you hustle up the stairs to get Marie up and ready and waits until you were surely out of earshot. “Jameson, I need to ask you a favor.” Tom kneels down beside Jameson’s chair and hushes his deep voice.

“What is it, Tom? Are you making a surprise for Momma?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I have a very important question I need to ask your Mummy…in about a week. And it has to be a total surprise, okay?”

Jameson nods, excited to help out.

“First, we need to get her and May out of the house for a couple hours so we can talk about it, man-to-man. Do you think we can do that a little later today?”

“Yeah! We’ll come up with something to get her out of the house!”

“But remember, it must be a secret, all right?” Jameson makes a motion to “button” his lip, letting Tom know he understood. If he can pull this off, it will be incredible.
After breakfast, everyone bundles up tight against the cold. There isn't enough snow to build a snow man but it's deep enough to make snow angels. Marie's next to Tom's looks so tiny. You take plenty of pictures of the fun to show family back home, including the aftermath of the snow ball fight. Tom and Jameson pelt you with Marie screaming in giggles. In retaliation, you tackle him and shove his grinning face into the snow.

He rolls over underneath you and smiles. "You have no idea how lovely you look." He reaches up and plucks tufts of snow out of your hair then caresses your cheek. You turn to kiss his palm. He takes advantage of the moment to roll you onto your back. The kids pounce on you both with arms full of snow.
You sip your wine and stretch by the fire. You have far too many presents to wrap for nearly two in the morning. "How many do we have left?"

Tom tosses his just finished present under the tree then stood and stretches. "Five a piece."

"Jesus, Tom. The tree is already overflowing."

He settles down beside you in front of the fire and wraps his arms around you. You nestle back into him and lay your head on his shoulder in the crook of his neck. "I went overboard. I know. But darling, a family is one of my greatest desires. And you've given me that." He plays with your hair. "I couldn't help myself."

"Like the giant castle play house in my back yard you just HAD to get May may?"

"Exactly like that." He laughs then kisseds your forehead. The wine, the fire, Tom pressed against your back, they all combine to lull you into a doze. Tom lets you sleep, gently taking the wine glass from your fingers. He finishes it. He's always known what to say except with women. He's always been a bit shy. Meeting you had been the exception. Even with what happened to the baby, this had been the happiest seven months of his life.

Sleep tugs at him. "Baby. Wake up. We need to finish wrapping presents and get to bed." His lips on your neck rouse you awake, in more ways than one. With a sigh, you arch your back to stretch and push your ass into his crotch. He sighs and brings up his hands up, one to cup your breast, the other to turn your chin. He brushes his lips against yours. You part them to trace his lips with your tongue. You moan together. "The presents can wait."
You hear giggling whispers at the foot of the bed but you refuse to open your eyes. Instead, you snuggle deeper into Tom's chest. His arms tighten around you. "We hear you down there."

"Shut up, Tom and maybe they'll go away." His sleep deepened laughter bounces your head on his chest and makes you smile.

Jameson helps Marie onto the bed then climbs up himself. They begin jumping on the bed.

"Momma!"

"Mummy!"

"Daddy!"

"Tom!"

"Presents under the tree!" They say the last in the unison but Marie's sound more like "Pwesnts unner twee!"
A myriad of conversations jumble together. You stand in a quiet hallway, hugging your arms to your chest. Tears sting your eyes. You try to be happy. It's your neice afterall. Amy and Jason had tried for years.

"There you are. Thomas is looking for you." You sniff and wipe your eyes discretely.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hiddleston. I just needed a moment."

She raises an eyebrow, regarding you carefully. "Are you alright?"

"Fine. I'm fine." You wipe a rogue tear then turne to face her.

"You're a terrible liar. Just like my son."

You swallow and breathe deeply. "My neice was born today." Her mouth forms a soft 'o'. "It just makes Henry's loss more evident."

"You and Thomas named the baby."

"He told you."

"Not everything." You hold onto the window sill. "He told me that you were pregnant. And that you'd lost it."

This is not really the conversation you want to have with his mother on Christmas. "I had horrific morning sickness. I tore the placenta that morning and didn't know. Tom practically waited on me hand and foot because I didn't feel well and I'd had light cramping. By the time, we noticed how bad it was, it was too far gone." You swallow back the tears.

"I can't imagine. I was lucky enough to never have to suffer the loss of a child. I do worry. I worry about all my children, especially Tom." You nod. "I had my misgivings about you, but I've never seen him this happy other than when he's acting." A knot you didn't know you had loosens. "But know this, sweetie, if you hurt him, I'll destroy you."

You fight the smile that curls your lips. "I can accept that."

"Come now. Let's get back to the family before they come looking for us both." She squeezes both your upper arms then hooks her elbow into yours.

Tom looks up from his conversation with Jack and frowns. You smile and nod. The smile that breaks apart his frown nearly breaks your heart. His mother looks between you two. Though she still isn't behind your relationship 100%, there is no denying you loved each other very much.

~*~

The house quietly welcomes them home from Tom's family's holiday celebration. You carry Marie to her bed. Laying her down, you take her shoes and coat off before tucking her in. Tom helps Jameson with his coat and shoes as the boy sleepily sways back and forth. Your phone takes that moment to ring. You glance at the display. "Hey, Wade. Is everything OK?"

"Every thing is fine, babe. Jimmy finally decided he wanted to wish his son a Merry Christmas."

"He's right here." You crouch down in front of him and hand him the phone. "Jay, it's your daddy." He perks up and smiles.

"Hi, daddy." You glance up at Tom. He won't say anything but hurt is there. You see it. "Merry Christmas to you, too. I miss you." You make sure he's still smiling then keep an eye on Tom, who looks as if your little boy had kicked him in the gut. "No, mommy can't bring me up. Daddy, we're in London. With Tom." Jimmy yells so loud you hear it. "No he's not hurting us. Or mommy. He's a really great guy. You shouldn't say things like that." You hear the next loud and clear. Tom stands at your back like a reckoning.

"You don't tell me how to talk, you fucking little mistake. Put your goddamn mom on the phone." You recover long enough to take the phone.

"I hope they give you chair, you piece of shit. Don't ever talk to my son like that. You don't get right to do that. Don't ever call us again. So help me, Jamestown." You end the call but the tears have already started. "Oh baby." You sit back on the floor and pull him into your lap. He cries and squeezes you tightly. Tom sits next to you and rubs his back. "You are not a mistake. Look at me." He shakes his head and squeezes you tighter. "Jameson Wayne, look at me." He sniffs and looks up. You lift his chin. "You are not a mistake. You saved me. You're a hero." You comb your fingers through his hair.

"Your mum is right. I have you to thank for all my happiness. You're my hero." Tom ruffle his hair then kiss his head. "I'll leave you two alone." He kisses your temple before he excuses himself and left the room.

"Jameson."

"Yes, momma."

"Jimmy is a mean unhappy bully. Don't believe anything he says. You understand me?" He nods. "I love you. And you are not a mistake. You understand me?" He nods. "Get into your pajamas and come down to Tom's room."

You shrug your coat off and hang it up in the hall. Tom is already changed into pajama bottoms. You change into a soft Loki tee and black yoga pants. "I love you, darling." He pulls you into his arms and presses his cheek to your hair. "I'm so sorry that happened."

You bury your face in his chest to breathe him in deep. "I love you too." Jameson pads in silently. You pull away from Tom and three of you crawl into bed. You wrap yourself around Jameson on one side, Tom on the other. His fingers trace patterns on your back. You smile at him over your son's head. You like that you didn't have to or need to explain to him the night's sleeping arrangements, why they were needed or wanted. He just did it. You lace your fingers with his up under the pillows. You simply look in each other's eyes until one by one you fall asleep.
Jameson isn’t ready to get out of bed just yet. It isn’t just the tiredness from the last couple days, either. The phone call last night hit him hard, too hard for a five-year old. Tom slips out of bed to check on Marie after a kiss to the top of his head and his cheek, while he clings to you.

“Momma?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I don’t want to call him Daddy anymore. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s not nice to you or May-May, and I don’t like that.”

You smile in spite of yourself. You don’t necessarily enjoy your son bad-mouthing his father, but you realize it's only because Jimmy’s parents are so good. But that isn’t enough. And besides, they’d still be his grandparents even if Jameson doesn’t call Jimmy “dad”. It's just a word at this point.

“Okay, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to."

Tom pads into the room a few minutes later with Marie tucks in his arms, her sleepy head resting on his shoulder. He tips her onto the bed gently and she crawls up beside Jameson.

“Jay, how come you didn’t sweep in your bed wast night? I misseded you.”

“I missed you too, May-May. But I needed to be with Momma and Tom. Momma was upset at something and I needed to stay with her to make her feel better.”

“You is such a good brudder, Jay,” Marie praises him as she wraps her small arms around his neck for a hug. Jameson hugs her back. You think your heart will burst as the scene unfolds.

Tom slides back into the bed behind the kids and reaches an arm around to stroke your arm.

“Jameson, what do you say we take a visit to that park we saw last time you were here?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be freezing!” He isn’t deterred.

“Momma, it’ll be fine! I have my new gloves I get yesterday, remember? And my cool Captain America hat!” You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Please darling? He loved that park, it would be such a good time. Especially with all the other children out for Christmas.” He leans into your ear and whispers, “Plus, these are all the children he’ll be neighbors with in a few months. It would be good to make some friends, yeah?”

You sigh. He hit you with the “friends for your kids” card. How could you say no now?

“Fine. Me and Marie will stay inside in the warmth and drink hot chocolate and play with our presents, won’t we, May-May?”

“Yeah! I got so many toys, Mummy! Let’s go play!”

Marie carefully dismounts from the high bed and skips in the direction of her bedroom. Jameson follows to change into his play clothes and heavy coat, while you and Tom fall back into the pillows.

“Hot chocolate, huh?”

“Yeup. I found the good stuff at a shop around the corner the other day.”

“Mmm, promise to save me a cup?”

“Sure…as long as you bring my son back with ten fingers and ten toes.”

“On my honor, darling. All ten fingers and toes.”

“And then you can have all the hot chocolate you want.”

“Hmm, what if I’d rather have you instead?” Tom growls as he lowers his lips onto yours. You giggle into the kiss and cup his cheeks.

“I think you’d have a very unhappy boy on your hands if you make him wait anymore.”

Tom laughs now. “I think you’re right. Later, then.”

“You better dress warmly, it’s supposed to be good and cold out there today.”

“Tom! I’m ready!!”

“You haven’t even had breakfast or brushed your teeth yet, young man!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, darling. We’ll get breakfast at the little cafe around the corner. Something good and sugary to rot his teeth right out of his head!” Tom hops out of bed and starts getting dressed. You flop back onto your pillow with an exaggerated groan.

“You’re gonna ruin my son!”

Tom throws his head back and laughs and then appears above you in bed. “But to be fair…all of you have ruined me.”

You smile up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Now go keep my son warm and rot his teeth.”

“Yes, ma’am."

Later that day, Tom is sound asleep on the couch, snoring softly. You and the kids are snuggled on some pillows on the floor, talking and watching the flickering flames of the fireplace. Jameson is very quiet for a while now. Marie takes Jameson's face in her little hands and turns him to look at her.

"Watsa madder Jay? You sad?" Marie looks very concerned.

"No Marie, I was just trying to figure something out"

"Well what Jay? What is you finking about?

"It's about Tom."

"Daddy?"

"Yes Marie, Daddy. Well, that's what I'm thinking about. I feel funny calling Tom daddy already. But I think he is just like a daddy to me. And I want to tell him but I'm kind of scared to"

You sit and listen to your two children talk, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You feel your heart is about to burst!

"Mommy, what sood Jay do? What do you fink?"

Silently, you pull Jameson into a hug, and then Marie stands up and throws her arms around both your necks. You hug it out for a while, until the giggling starts and then you break apart.

"Mom, could you help me write Tom a letter to tell him what I said?"

"Of course sweetie, let's get some paper right now." The three of you sit at the kitchen table and Jameson gets some paper from his desk, along with a pencil.

"Mummy, I wanna make Daddy a ledder too!"

"OK Marie baby, why don't you draw Daddy a beautiful picture?"

Jameson starts on his letter, stopping often to ask you for help spelling words. With knitted eyebrows and a child's innocence, he pours his heart into every line. Finally, he sits back, rubbing his sore index finger and says he was done. You read the letter out loud back to Jameson, who has a shy smile on his face.

"Yes mummy. It's good. Now I'm going to give it to him."

Jameson gets up from his chair, and quietly tiptoes over to where Tom sleeps. Gently, he tucks the folded letter into Tom's loosely held fist then briskly turns around and runs back to his chair. It's quite comical, causing Marie to have a fit of the giggles. Then they all giggle, trying to stifle your laughter. Tom stirs, opens one eye and stretches.

"What is so funny? What did I miss?" Bringing his hand up to cover his yawn, he looks surprised to see the paper in his hand.
You look up from the book as Tom steps back into the room. You blink then slowly lick your lips. "That's your OLLA Cannes suit." He tugs on his cuffs and raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to look up at you from under his brow. "Oh don't know dare look at me like that, Thomas William."

He bursts out laughing. "Oh poppet, your not my mum so middle names don't work on me."

You cross your arms over your chest. It pushes your breasts together and up. You press your thighs together, feeling need throb. "You better leave it on long enough for me to take it off you."

"So you want me to wear it all day?"

"Is that a problem?" It's your turn to tilt your head and look up at him. He clears his throat at way you lick your lips.

"No problem at all, my love." He leans down takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You wear those blue knickers you picked up at that shop the other day. And the silver heels."

Your lips part. "Yes." His lips brush yours before his tongue sneaks in between them. An impatient little boy clears his throat from the doorway.

"Momma, Tom, will two please stop kissing long enough for us to go to lunch?"

Tom grins against your lips as you giggle. "My apologies, Jameson. Are you ready, mate?"

"Yep! I mean, yes." Jameson tugs on the front of his suit jacket.

"You look handsome, baby. Are you excited?" He beams and nods. "Was May may still sleeping?"

"Yea." He tugs on his coat. Marie had gotten sick and you'd been forced to cancel your plans with Emma.

Jameson watches Tom and copies everything he does. He watches Ben and Luke as well, adapting their mannerisms to ones he picked up from Tom. He didn't say much until he slid back into the passenger seat.

"Jay, your mother will be very proud to hear how well behaved you were. Ben even remarked on it." Jameson smiles and looks down at his hands.

"Tom, can we talk?"

"Of course, son."

Jameson takes a deep breath and exhales. "You're a good guy. I see how happy you make momma. You're a good dad to Marie too." He looks Tom square in the face. "I don't want to be like Jimmy. I want to be like you. Will you teach me how to be a man like you?" Tom blinks. "You know, like a dad would."

Tom's face nearly breaks with his grin. "Of course, Jameson!"

"I'm not - I'm not ready to call you dad yet like I said in the letter. I know May-may does but-"

Tom holds up his hand. "Say no more. Whenever you want to, if ever. That was the extent of the letter you wrote me last night."

"Yea but I wanted to tell you." Tom leans over and hugs Jameson tightly. Your son hugs him back just as tight. Tom starts the car and heads back to the house.

Marie wakes up long enough to snuggle Tom then go back to bed. Jameson joins her shortly after. Tom sighs heavily as he walks barefoot into the room. He pulls up short, taking the sight of you in. You kneel on his bed in the blue lacey tanga panties, sitting back on your silvery heels. The locket, his first present to you, rests between your bare breasts.

Tom crosses to the bed, evidence of your effect on him straining against the zipper of his suit pants. You crawl to the end on the bed then kneel up again.

"Oh my sweet girl."

"Hush, love." You slowly unbutton each of his shirt buttons then open his shirt. You push the shirt and blazer off his shoulders. He lets them drop then tugs the undershirt overhis head. You glide your palms over his abdomen and pectorals, running your thumbnails over his nipples. He snatches your wrists to get your attention. You look up at him. Something about your kneeling position, both your wrists captured in his. His mouth crushes yours, forcing it open. You whimper and melt into him. He leans you back on the bed. You bend until you have to move your knees. He presses your hands to the mattress above your head. You arch your body up to him.

"I like you like this." His lips move against yours with his words. He kisses down your jaw, grinding his now hard cock into your moistening softness. He didn't want to let go but he needed to be inside you. He hurriedly sheds his trousers then pins your wrists again. He needn't have worried. You didn't move your arms.

"Baby." Your voice is stern when he poises to enter you. "Condom."

His thumbs rub your forearms. "Are you sure?"

You nod. "I'm not ready for another pregnancy. Let's get school done and the kids and I here. Then we'll worry about expanding."

He presses his forehead to yours. "Alright." He moves away from you to get the condom. "Grab the head board, love." You do. Tom pushes your right leg open wide and down to the mattress. Your left, he presses to his shoulder. With a few short thrusts, he's fully seated. He turns his head to the side, drawing your big toe into his mouth. You gasp. He takes that moment to thumb your clit. You groan. Your bodies rock together. He rolls the both of you so he's on his back. His hands find your hips and yours the heels of your silver high heels. The pair of you groan and cry, your bodies riding the rhythm until it reaches a crescendo of cries and nail marks, on his chest and down your back. The two of you fall asleep tangled in sheets with your head on his chest, his arms around you.
New Year's Eve ends a week of snow fights, hot chocolate, wine, cartoon watching and making love. The kids went to bed early. You settle into the couch to watch the festivities on the TV.

"Darling, would you come here for a moment?"

"Hurry, Thomas. We've got about fifteen minutes before midnight."

"Then hurry up, poppet."

You slide off the couch and head toward his voice. "Where are you at?"

"Out back." You slip out the sliding glass door, closing it after making sure it wasn't locked. You rub your arms as you look around. "Up here." He grins down a ladder.

"Baby, what on earth?" He offers you his hand. Being slightly afraid of heights, you gingerly climb the ladder, latching onto his hand with a death grip. "It's freezing, Tom. Let's-" He steps to the side to reveal a pile of blankets, a glowing space heater, a bottle of wine and two glasses. You hear music playing softly. Norah Jones 'Come away with me'.

"Dance with me?" He pulls you into his arms, tucking your joined hands against his chest so he can kiss your knuckles. You sway back and forth in a circle. "Do you know the moment I fell in love with you?"

Shivers race through you, not just from the cold. "No?"

He leans his head against yours. "We were on the bed of your truck. Making love on the blanket, under the stars to the frog song and crickets. You had moonlight and stars on your eyes. And the way you said my name. On gasp with a squeak at the end. You were so open and pure. You had no pretense, no guile. You gave me your body and yourself."

"We woke up with dew on our skin, sun in our eyes and mosquito bites in embarrassing places."

"Darling, like the song says. Come away with me." You look up at him as he dangles the most gorgeous diamond ring you've ever seen from a ribbon. "Marry me."

"Tom, I-" He swings the ring back and forth in front of your nose, still grinning. "Y-yes?"

"Yes."

"Yes!"

"Yes!" He slides the ring on your finger then spins you around. The both of you fall into the pile of blankets, Tom on top. The fireworks light up the sky. "I love you. So much."

"I love you, Thomas." The last nine months have been full of surreal moments and laughter and love with this man. You can't wait to spend the rest of your life with this man.
~The End~
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