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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                It was very late when the two of you got settled into the hotel. Flying was always exhausting no matter what the circumstance, especially when you’re crossing time zones. The next morning Tom went for a run, took a shower, and got ready to go to the set. However he’d been a bit worried about you as your feet had swollen somewhat from not being able to lay down for a very long stretch of time.
                He lay on the bed behind you gently massaging your lower back as you were large enough now that sleeping on your back tended to hurt a bit. It was more comfortable just to lie on your side. It felt wonderful to have him close and touching you, you’d missed being with him so very much. Opening an eye you see the time on the clock. “Tom.” You say in a sleepy voice reaching behind you and patting his arm, “Stop fussing over me and go to work. You’re going to be late.”
                Tom gets closer and wraps his arm around you resting his cheek to yours hugging you tight, “Alright. But you have my number, and you have the number of the manager on set. If you need anything, anything at all don’t hesitate. Call immediately. Alright?”
                “If you get moving and let me go back to sleep, chances are pretty good I’ll stay right here until you get back.” The last thing either of you needed was for him to start showing up late to work. That wasn’t going to gain you popularity points with anyone.
                Resting his hand over your belly a moment he sighs not wanting to leave but he had to. “Okay, I’ll call you at lunch.” He kisses your cheek before leaning down and kissing your belly. Reaching over you he moves your cell phone two inches closer to you on the nightstand. You smiled a little at how much he was fussing over you. It was adorable. “Bye.” He kisses your cheek one more time before hopping up off the bed and getting his coat heading out.
                A little while later you got up feeling much better then you had when you got in the night before and took your meds and vitamins before hopping into the shower. Once you’re dressed you decide that you wanted to get out for a while and stretch your legs. Obviously you didn’t have the option of going to the gym while you were here, but maybe walking around down town, grabbing something to eat would make up for it.
                In the cab ride on the way into town, you’re phone rings and you smile picking it up. “So? Is it a gothic day or a naked day?” You ask.
                “Already did the naked scenes love. Although if you’d like I can reenact them with you when I get back to the hotel tonight.” You can hear his mischievous grin through the phone. “How are you feeling love, better?”
                “Yeah. Much better. I’m on my way into town right now. Thought I’d look around, get something to eat, maybe do a little shopping. I hadn’t really packed for a two week trip.”
                “You’re going into town? By yourself?” He says with a frown.
                “Oh hush. It’s Canada. People are overly nice here. It’s not like I’m going out to some field by myself, people will be around.” You point out. "Also I wanted to get some postcards to send to Mom and Ellen."
                Tom grumbled slightly, “Alright. Just be careful. I don’t want either of you to get hurt. I would have preferred it if my pregnant girlfriend waited until I got back to go sightseeing. I don’t get off that late from shooting. There would have been time.”
                “Yeah but the pregnant girlfriend is starving, and her paranoid ass needs to do some walking. I’m a big girl Tom, stop worrying so much.” You say with a smile shaking your head.
                “Well. Since you’re going shopping, get some snacks and things to keep in the room in case you get hungry. Room service does exist there you know, all you need do is pick up the phone and order.” He points out. There’s another long pause. “You will be careful, won’t you?”
                “Of course. I’ll be back at the hotel around 4 or 5. Before you even get back.” The cab pulls to a stop and you take money out of your purse to pay him. “I’m here, I gotta get going. Love you!”
                “I love you too darling.” Hanging up you climb out of the cab to go exploring.
                He realized he was probably worrying for nothing, you tended to live by yourself in London since before the two of you started going out, and since then you’d been living on your own while he was away. He knew you could take care of yourself. Shaking his head at himself he puts his phone away and heads over to the makeup trailer to get a touch up as lunch break was just about over.
                You'd had lunch in a quiet café, chatting with Ellen. Apparently, you and Tom were the talk of social media again today. Someone had snuck a picture on the two of you on the plane. You had to admit it was adorable and sweet and lovely. You saved the picture and sent it to Tom. He'd get it as soon as filming wrapped for the day.
                The shopping trip was fantastic. You'd used the credit card to pick up a few things. Some maternity clothes, yoga pants, books and snacks.
                The cab driver helped you carry everything in. You fix yourself a glass of water and walk into he bedroom. Perhaps you'd over done it because suddenly you feel exhausted.
                A rapid knock startles you. You sigh. So much for a nap. A nervous looking kid knocks again then looks around.
                "Who is it?"
                "Ms. Garrison? I'm Devin. I work on the movie with Tom." You sigh again but unlock the door.
                "If shooting was running late, he could have text me."
                The kid shakes his head. "No, that's not why I'm here. There's been an accident on set."
                "Wha-what?"
                The world swam as the kid starts to explain. You really don't hear what he's saying. A panic bubble builds in your chest.
                "Ms. Garrison? Ms. Garrison? Shit. You need to sit down. Tom will kill me if you get hurt." The kid helps you to a chair. You've gone white and started to shake. "Guillermo sent be to get you."
                "What happened?"
                "A piece of set collapsed. Tom and a couple extras were injured. They're at the hospital now." You nod, in a static daze.
                Tom slowly opens his eyes. The light is way too bright and he squints. Covering his eyes with the back of his hand, he hisses at the sharp painful tug of the IV line.
                You jerk awake from where you were sleeping in the chair. You sit forward and take his hand. "Tom?"
                "Hey baby. What am I doing here?"
                "There was an accident. You and a couple others got hurt."
                "How badly?"
                "A concussion. You'll have a faint scar on the back of your head. They want to keep you overnight for observation."
                "I meant the others."
                "A broken collarbone. Concussions. Cuts and bruises. Nothing to serious."
                "Good." He seems to melt into the bed. He scoots over and pats the bed. It's awkward with your belly but you squeeze in.
                He lays his hand on it. "I hope you weren't too scared." His thumb rubs back and forth.
                You lay your head on the top of his. "Had a panic attack. Devin was pretty awesome."
                Tom yawns and finches. "Can we turn out the light?" He turns on his side slightly to give you more room but also to snuggle closer.
                "The nurse wanted to get your vitals when you woke. I'll get her and go to the bathroom."
                He reluctantly let's you get out of the bed. You sniff back a sneak attack wave of tears. You hit the call button then slip from the room. Your anxiety had been running high since you got to the hospital. Things would be better when you got back to the room. Until then, you'd just have to bear it.
                The nurse wasn't happy about Tom's instance that you slip in the bed with him but Tom worked his charm. You settle against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Tom's arm wraps around you, one hand resting on your belly. He kisses your forehead. "I love you, Kitten."
You smile. "I love you, Thomas."
                “Ouch! Be careful, darling. It’s tender.” Tom says flinching when you smooth the antibiotic ointment they’d given you at the hospital over his wound as gently as possible.
                “I’m hardly even touching it. You just think I’m going to hurt you and flinch before I even apply it.” You shake your head, “Honestly. You can take a punch or a smack from your fellow cast members on camera because you think it looks better, but you get a real wound you go all girly on me. There. All done.” You put the cap back on the tube.
                He reaches up touching his head, “Feels funny.” He says wrinkling his nose slightly.
                “It has pain killer in it, it feels funny because it’s numbing the area.” You explain. “Come on, you big baby. We’re going to be late.” You say stand from the bed and pick up your jacket. Immediately Tom gets to his feet and holds it for you helping you put it on.
                “Are you sure about this? You don’t have to come if you aren’t feeling up to it.” He takes your hand pulling you to face him. “Really, there’s a week left of shooting darling there’s plenty of time.”
                You pat his chest slightly, “Nice try.” You kiss his cheek handing him his production cell phone. “Let’s go.” The two of you leave the hotel heading to the set.
                When you get there, you stay well back remaining absolutely silent not wanting to get in anyone’s way or cause a problem. You sit in the corner watching as the Makeup people put on his wig and his makeup. He catches a glance of you out of the corner of his eyes seeing the small smile on your lips. “What’s that for?” He says with a grin of his own recognizing that smile and the thoughts that would be behind him.
                “You look pretty hot in black hair and pale face. Ever think about going Goth full time?” You say playfully. He chuckles slightly as the makeup person tells him to lift his chin. You fall silent again not wanting to distract him or the other people working on the set.
                A little while later, they set a chair for you to sit in so you could see and hear the scenes and you can’t take your eyes off of Tom. Watching the way he transformed from Tom into this sinister, gothic, brooding figure. If you didn’t know he was an actor you would swear he had a multiple personality disorder. To be able to become a completely different person from whom you actually are. It was amazing.
                “Miss Garrison?” You look over to one of the interns, “The Kraft services table is back this way if you get hungry.”
                You hold up a bottle of water and a handful of cookies. “Found it.” The intern smiled and nodded walking away. Maybe it was a super power only pregnant women have. The power to detect food within a 5 mile radius, to seek it out, and devour it whole before anyone notices you’d been on the hunt.
                At lunch, Tom hurries over to you and leans down kissing your cheek. “So? What do you think?” He says with a smile.
                “Truthfully?” His smile fades a little and he gives a cautious nod, “As hot as you look in that costume, your character is a complete dick.” Tom can’t help but laugh at your assessment.
                “Excellent. Then it would seem I’m doing my job right. Lunch?” He asks.
                “You even have to ask? Seriously?” He grins again taking your hands and kissing them before helping you stand from the chair wrapping his arm around you as the two of you head back to his trailer.
                After lunch, you made the mistake of putting your head down for a moment on the couch in Tom’s trailer. It seemed within seconds you were fast asleep exhausted from the excitement of the morning. Considering he had introduced you to everyone, including the grips when there was a moment between shooting. It was a little embarrassing but you couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was about the baby.
                Watching you sleep a few moments, he smiles and reaches out stroking the few stray strands of hair away from your face tucking them behind your ear before he leans down and kisses your cheek tenderly. Then he took his jacket and put it over you to keep you warm, and exits the trailer quietly so as not to disturb you heading back to set.
                Even though you'd only been around for two weeks, cast and crew treated you like you belonged. Mia had taken to reading children's books to your belly between takes. And it became commonplace for you to nap in Tom's trailer in the afternoon.
                The wrap party filled everyone with bittersweet joy. Drinking and laughing, it felt like the Coriolanus wrap party but on a much grander scale. You tried to keep your thoughts from what happened after but they kept getting pulled back.
                Jim drops down next to you. "Why the long face, beautiful?" He half hugs you.
                "You must be drunk, Jim."
                "Drinking. Not. Drunk. So what's wrong?"
                "Nothing, just thinking." You see Tom dragged back into the photo booth. Everyone wanted a picture with him. The golden boy. Mr. Congeniality.
                Jim follows your gaze. "He's such a marvelous person."
                "He is. He's saved my life."
                Jim nods. "I can see that. You look tired."
                "I am. But I want to wait for Tom."
                "He won't be too much longer." Jim leans over and kisses your cheek.
                You're hugged by a few production assistants and chatted up by Jessica and Charlie before Tom is finally able to break free.
                "Having fun, darling?"
                "Yes but I'm a little tired."
                "Let me just say good bye to Guillermo and we'll go back to the hotel." He leans down and takes your lips. A deep, loving kiss full of longing and need. "I hope you're not too tired." His eyes hold yours. You bite your lip. He discretely caresses the side of your breast with the side of his finger. You sigh in anticipation of those hands doing so much more. Since you'd come to Canada, his sexual appetite had doubled. Not that you were complaining.
                "No, baby. Definitely not too tired." He kisses you again, holding the end of your chin then disappears.
                After the wrap party, you and Tom return to the hotel. It had been a long emotional day as it always was for the cast and crew of any production coming to an end. Tom had been extremely hands on for the majority of the evening, and there was no mistaking the way he looked at you. When he would stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you, he would kiss your neck and nuzzle your ear.
                You hadn’t had sex in a while. He’d been away, Ellen had gotten sick, exhaustion seemed to follow you from London, to the US to Canada, and there was the added problem of your shape and size. You’d grown again, and it seemed like you grew bigger every day. The image that kept popping into your head was of Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka who turned into a blueberry. It was actually an image that woke you up at night.
                Getting in the shower you wash from head to toe twice. When you come out, you dry your hair and comb it out before braiding it on either side. When you come out Tom is lying on the bed reading a script, propped against the pillows and the headboard wearing just his black track pants and no shirt.
                A smile sweeps his face when he sees you come in and he instantly takes off his glasses putting them and the script aside standing from the bed. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He says with a smile reaching out taking your hands drawing you to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a deep kiss. Closing your eyes you anxiously return it. His kisses were always so wonderful and stole your breath from you. You’d missed him so much when he was away.
                When his hands caressed down your back and squeezed your buttocks pressing his body to yours, you unconsciously tense your entire body becoming brittle. He pauses his affections and looks into your eyes. “What’s wrong darling?” He says releasing your backside and gently rubbing your arms. “Are you feeling alright?”
                You stare into his eyes a moment before looking down. You could lie to him. You could say your back hurt, you were feeling nauseous, or even that you were just plain too tired. But you didn’t want to lie to him, you weren’t very good at it and you didn’t want him to feel as though you didn’t want him. You blush a little bit, “You don’t think it’s weird?” you whisper.
                He furrows his brow, “What’s weird?”
                You sigh putting your hands over the basketball sized belly that no one could ignore at this point. “Sort of, gets in the way a little, doesn’t it?” You look away again, “You really don’t seem like the chubby chaser type.”
                A smile sweeps his face, “Darling, you are beyond lovely.” He kisses you softly before resting his hand on the swell of your belly slowly moving his hand over your abdomen. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He says softly as his smile grows a bit wider. After a moment he reaches down and sweeps you up into his arms easily. He was very tall and very thin but incredibly strong. He always had been. You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “And if you were as ‘chubby’ as all that, then why can I still do this?” He says spinning you around once. You can’t help but giggle. He comes to a stop looking into your eyes before kissing you anxiously.
                He was so wonderful, no matter what he could always figure out a way to make you smile and chase those insecurities and fears away. “I love you Thomas William Hiddleston.” You say softly.
                “I love you my darling.” He says kissing your lips once more, then another, then again. Of course you wanted him, you always wanted him, and you will always want him. Breathing deeply he looks into your eyes silently asking permission to continue. You smile and give a quiet nod. His eyes light up with excitement as he kisses you yet again carrying you over to the bed and gently laying you down against the pillows before laying beside you.
                "I love this nightgown. You know why?"
                "Why?"
                "Because it's so loose." He reaches up under the nightgown and draws your panties down to your knees. You wiggle your legs out the rest of the way. His hands feel slightly rough from the thin calluses he was building up, playing guitar. They rub down your legs as far as they will reach then back up. He watches your face contort in pleasure when his fingers part your moist folds and slip inside you.
"Yes..." His voice is almost breathless. His mouth hovers over yours. When he licks his lips, his tongue flicks over yours. Your hips buck. His chest heaves as he watches you. "Cum for me, Kitten." His thumb rubs your clit until you're gasping, fingers digging into your breast and his back. Your orgasm sweeps over you in a warm, numbing rush. He kisses you deeply then rolls you onto your side, facing away. He nuzzles into your neck. He lifts your leg up over his hip. In short, slow thrusts, he eases inside you. Gasping, you nearly cum again. Reaching around you, he rubs your clit, slick with your own juices. Finding a rhythm, he slides his arm under you and holds you by your breast. Breathless, he nips your shoulder. "God, I love you, Shelia."
                Your hand clutches his closing your eyes tight hearing his whispers in your ear. He was so wonderful, how could you possibly be so incredibly lucky. His movements continue deep within you as you cry out and your body trembles in absolute pleasure.
                “That’s my girl.” He whispers into your ear kissing your neck, then your shoulder his hips thrusting a bit faster as his arms clamp down tighter around you. Within seconds his body shutters as he burst deep within you resting his face to your neck as your bodies quiver against one another.
                Breathing deeply, your bodies writhing against one another in the aftershocks his large strong hands move over you caressing you and holding your body tight against his. He withdraws from inside of you kissing your neck and shoulder and placing several kisses behind your ear. “I love you darling.” He says softly.
                Turning your face back towards him, “I love you too” you whisper back breathlessly. He smiles touching your chin as he leans over kissing you deeply as your tongues touch and caress one another. His hands continue to pet all over your body before they come to rest over the swell of your abdomen. The same place they always ended up almost as if he was desperate to feel the life within you as you did. He was so anxious for the baby to arrive, so excited to be a father. You smile and turn over on your back so you can hold a bit closer to one another. Tom strokes your face gently looking down into your eyes with a smile before tasting your lips and wrapping his arm around you as you both snuggle in close.
                “Get some rest love.” He kisses your cheek, “Our flight is tomorrow afternoon so we can sleep in as long as you want.”
                “With you?” You ask as he had to be up, dressed, and gone before 6am every morning. He was always gone by the time you woke unless you went with him. In the mornings you tended to be zombish as it was and since coffee and caffeine was off the menu, when you started going with him to set it was like your body was moving but your brain was not engaged.
                He smiles taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, fingers, then your palm. “Yes my darling, with me. As long as we wish.” He says kissing your cheek again before nuzzling your face resting his head to the pillow against yours. “You’re stuck, my arms aren’t going to let you go. Not ever.”
                You can’t help but grin resting your hands over his embracing them to your body. You didn’t want to escape his embrace, never.
                The following morning, Tom was the first to wake. He stretched a little then a smile swept his face as he found that you were indeed in his arms. You watched you for several moments, the peaceful way you were sleeping you looked like an angel. He reached up stroking your hair back from your face and leaned over gently kissing your lips ever so lightly so as not to wake you.
                He never expected to find someone like you, and when you first caught his eye at the Donmar during Coriolanus, he never imagined in a million years how much he would grow to love and cherish you completely. When it was discovered you were pregnant, it was a shock at first, he had to admit. But it didn’t take long for him to warm to the idea of becoming a father. What was even more wonderous was that you were the mother of his child. The woman who held his heart, the woman that he loved more than life itself. There was no one else on earth that he would want to create a life with. A life conceived in love.
                It was so exciting and he couldn’t wait for the baby to be born. He wanted to see him, to meet him, to hold him in his arms. Tom’s hand moved to rest over the swell of your abdomen were his son grew in safety and comfort. You had been so incredibly good about following every single medical direction and advice, you exercised every day, you took vitamins, and you were absolutely dedicated to doing what was best for the baby. Everything you could manage and more. He knew his son was safe, and healthy.
                He moved down to the basketball sized swell and gently rested his face against it next to his hand closing his eyes, “Come soon, little one. I can’t wait to meet you in the flesh.” As though in response to Tom’s words, he felt a kick against his face, then another against his hand. He bright huge grin swept his face at the sensation of it. The baby was so strong and lively.
                “He knows your voice.” You say softly. Tom lifts his head looking towards you his hand remaining on your abdomen.
                “Does it hurt?” he questioned, “When he kicks so hard?”
                “No. Not when he’s kicking against my stomach. When he starts kicking against my liver, bladder and spine it takes my breath away.” Opening your eyes you look down at him, “But even then, it’s . . . . it’s hard to describe. To have a living being inside of you.” The baby kicked again against Tom’s hand and he grinned again in excitement. “he seems rather lively today.”
                Tom couldn’t help it; he was beyond in awe of this magical wondrous experience. The miracle that you had created together. Cupping your face he devours your lips anxiously so thankful you were in his life. Never was he happier in his life then holding his family in his arms. His beautiful Sheila, and his growing son Ben. Although, perhaps another name was in order. Benjamin seemed a bit . . . he didn’t know. He would like ‘William’ to be in his name somewhere. It covered so many things. Then his son would be named after him and other relatives on both sides. It was a family name after all.
                “I love you so much Shelia.” He said a shine in his eyes as he looked at you in reverence, excitement in awe swept up in the moment completely. “Marry me.”
                It seemed like time froze, everything stopped and you just stare at him wide eyed not breathing. “What?” You squeak.
                “Marry me. Darling, nothing would please me more then to have you as my wife for the rest of our lives.” He repeated holding you in his arms as he looked down into your eyes with complete and utter sincerity.
                However you weren’t sharing the same sentiment. It felt like your worst nightmare coming true. You were pregnant with his baby, and he was a proper English gentleman. Honorable, responsible, and trustworthy. Of course he was going to feel obligated to ‘do the right thing’ and marry you when you were having his baby.
                Tom’s smile fades as he feels your entire body go brittle beneath his. You press your hand against his chest and push him off you sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Darling?” He says moving closer to put his hand on your waist but you stand from the bed.
                “I . . . I need to shower.” You say in a monotone voice a little in shock, a little in horror. “Then we need to pack . . . so we don’t miss our flight.” You quickly retreated to the bathroom and closed the door pulling the lock. You’d taken a shower last night, but you were more than willing to take another if it let you escape.
                Tom frowns and gets up walking to the bathroom door just looking at it his heart sinking. He had been so swept up in the moment he couldn’t help it. He just blurted it out. It was wrong, he did it all wrong. You deserved a much better proposal. Down on his knees before you, and a beautiful engagement ring to adorn your lovely finger. On top of that, he realized he managed to severely upset you. He closed his eyes thumping his head against the bathroom door. How could he have so monumentally screwed this up? Everything was going so well.
                You took another shower scrubbing from head to toe. You said you were going to take a shower and you weren’t going to lie to him on top of everything else. When you came out of the shower you dressed and did your hair before packing up everything that belonged to the two of you in the bathroom. When you come out, Tom smiles at you knowing that you didn’t want to talk at this moment and he wasn’t going to press it and make things even worse. Perhaps it was better to pretend it didn’t happen at all for now.
                “I should probably pop through the shower.” He said testing the waters. You give a nod and hand him back the shampoo and soap. He smiles a little and kisses your cheek feeling that you were still brittle when he came near you. It made his heart ache but he realized that perhaps it was his own fault. He smiles a little, “I’ll be out in two ticks.” He promised taking a set of clean close with him to change into, he disappears into the bathroom.
                Your mind was a complete mess, your heart was getting in on the act too. Marry him? Was he out of his mind? As if you hadn’t caused enough trouble in his life already. In your mind you had been thinking about something for quite a while. Perhaps it would be best if you went home. Not to London but to your mothers. Have the baby there instead of staying around Tom making him feel guilty and obligated to take care of you and the baby. It was a horrible feeling, leeching off of someone. And that’s what it felt like you were doing. He was always taking of you, you rarely had a chance to take care of him.
                Tears formed in your eyes as you folded your clothes and his clothes neatly putting them in your bags and suit case. You walked around the room opening all the drawers, looking under the bedroom, looking at the small cabinet that was meant to be a closet and made certain you didn’t leave anything.
                Taking out your phone, you texted your mom. She would know what to do, and she had wanted you to come home for a while. She would be absolutely ecstatic to have you home and even more so if she were present for the baby’s birth. Even if it was a C-section. Ugh, C-section. Wasn’t that just going to be fun. But it was safer for the baby and you weren’t about to risk his life.
                Of course you loved Tom. You loved him more than life itself. You loved him more than Shakespeare. You loved him more than your theater work. You weren’t going to put this burden on him. For him to ask him to marry you like this, . . . he had enough on his plate without feeling guilty about you, about all of this. You continued to text your mom.
                ~Mom. I know you’ve wanted me to come home back to the states since I moved to London, and I think you’re right. I think maybe I should come back for a while. Would it be alright if I stayed with you until I could get an apartment or something of my own?~
                Maybe this was your chance. For once you could take care of him and you could ease his burden. Make things easier and better for him. He could concentrate on his work, he could have time to himself and not worry about what you’re doing or what drama you’re having, and all the other garbage he has to put up with. This was your chance to help him and make his life better for once.
                It wasn’t even five minutes before your mom texted back,
                ~Yes! Yes of course! You can have your room back and everything. It’s made up as a guest room with a new bed and different décor but I think you’ll like it. There’s plenty of room. When will you be coming? Will Tom be coming with you?~
                You close your eyes and take a breath that hurts your chest.
                ~No. And, I’m not going to tell him. As soon as the chance presents itself . . . I’ll be on a plane and come home. He won’t let me leave otherwise. Mom I have to leave, I have to come home to you. It’s too much, it’s all too much. It’s better if I just disappear for a while.~
                There is a long pause before a text comes back,
                ~Oh honey. I’m sorry you’re so unhappy. We can talk about what's going on and upsetting you so when you get home. But I can’t wait to see you, I’m so excited. Ellen and your other friends will be too. We’ll get everything ready to welcome you hone! Hurry hurry! I love you XOXOXO~
                The tears in your eyes keep bluring your vision:
                ~I love you too. XOXO~
                You wait for the shower to kick on. Scrambling to get all your things into the suitcase. You lug the suitcase and your carry on outside and to the cab row for the extras leaving set.
                "To the airport please." The driver nods and pops the truck. He takes your suitcase and places it in the back. Mia waves at your, smiling. You wave back half heartedly then get in.
                Your stomach is in your throat, chest tight. Hot tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. You were doing the right thing, right? Why did it hurt so much? You twist your hands together.
                "You alright, miss?" The driver looks at you in the rearview mirror.
                "I'm fine." He doesn't see the red light or the work truck as it t bones the cab. Your thrown to the side of the backseat. The cab goes spinning into the opposite direction traffic but the on-coming four by four can't stop in time and hits the car, spinning it back into the other lane. A third car tries to stop but fails, sandwiching the cab between it and the back of the work truck.
                Tom comes out of the shower and dresses quickly. He'd had a moment of inspiration. He'd ask you in Tahiti. There were some beautiful sunsets off the ocean. He'd have Luke air mail him a ring until he could take you to pick out a proper.
                "Kitten?" No answer. Your suitcase is gone. He throws open the door to the hotel room, panic sinking in. Mia nearly runs into you.
                "Tom? What are you still doing here?"
                "Wha-"
                "I just saw Shelia leave in a cab. I thought you were with her."
                "No. Dammit." He ducks into the room and grabs his suitcase. "Something wrong?"
                "Blasted girl." He growls, quickly checking the room for everything. Mia and Tom hear the sirens.
                Tom's sitting on the concourse, his head in his hands. His phone rings. A sigh of relief escapes him when he sees your number. He's tried to call you a hundred times and you're not answering or responding to texts. He hasn't cried but he's been damn close. He knew asking you to marry him was a mistake but he didn't think you'd run away.
                "Oh thank you god. Where are you?"
                "This Dave with Kingston EMS. We found phone in a car accident and your number is one of the ICE numbers."
                "Where is Shelia?"
                "Ms. Garrison is at Kingston General Hospital."
                "I'm on my way."
                Tom dials Ellen. "Hey Tommy boy!"
                "Ellen. There's been an accident."
                "What happened? Is Shelia ok? The baby?"
                "I don't know. I'm on my way to the hospital now."
                "Wasn't she with you?"
                "No." His voice has a hysterical edge. "She ran away."
                "She what?"
                "I stupidly asked her to marry me. And she freaked out."
                "Wait. How is that stupid? You don't want to marry her?"
                "I do. I do! I love her. I just went about it all wrong." He swallows back tears and desperation. "I-"
                "Hey, Tom. Breathe. Call me when you get to the hospital and know more. I'll call Shelia's mom and Steve. We'll be in the next flight. Into Toronto?"
                "Yea." He hails a cab on autopilot. "Kingston General Hospital."
                Tom looks through the windows into the NICU. Unabashedly crying as the nurses hooked his newborn son to a heart monitor and oxygen in an incubator, running an IV and a nasogastrial feeding tube. His heart is breaking and there is nothing he can do but watch.
                A doctor walks up to him. "Mr. Hiddleston?"
                "Yes?"
                "Ms. Garrison is in recovery. She hasn't come out of anesthesia. We might keep her under for a day or two."
                He nods. "Is there anyway I can see my son? Other than through the window."
                The doctor looks over Tom's shoulder. "I'll see what I can do." Tom goes back to the window.
                Tom sat in the waiting room with Ellen and Shelia’s mother having been exchanging notes on the circumstances around the accident. Her mother showed him the texts that she sent to her and the ones that were received back.
                Could this really be happening? Could any of it really be happening? “All of this happened because I proposed to her. Suddenly, foolishly without thinking.” He said his eyes lowered to the ground. “I came close to losing both of them, . . . . I still might, they’re still both so fragile and weak.”
                “Tom,” Ellen reaches over and covers his hand with hers, “It isn’t your fault. It isn’t Shelia’s fault either. It was an accident. Accidents happen; there is nothing you can do to prevent them.” She reassured him.
                “How about using my head instead of letting my heart run rough shot over common sense. I knew I couldn’t ask her before the baby was born, I knew it would upset her . . . send her running. Which is exactly what it did.” He scoffs standing and pacing slightly.
                Shelia’s mom sighed, “Tom. I love my daughter very much. I know she’s been through hell and back in the course of her young life. But I also know it’s made her paranoid, foolish, distrusting, skeptical, and flat out terrified.”
                Tom blinks, “Terrified? Of what?”
                “Of living. Every single time in her life since she was a little girl, whenever she was happy, really genuinely happy something would happen to cut it short. It happened enough times that eventually she started trying to push. If she was happy, she was terrified of how it was going to end and she pushed to make it happen sooner and get it over with.” She explained.
                “But I’m not like that, I’m never going to betray or abandon her! I love her. I love her more than I ever thought it possible to love another human being.” He said in worry, anger, frustration, and heartbreak.
                “You’re more alike then you realize.” Ellen says softly. Walking closer to him he looks at her, his eyes misty as he was trying not to let the tears fall. “You are very good at blaming yourself for things you have no control, no say over.” Reaching out she puts her hand on his shoulder, “Tom, Shelia loves you. She’s loved you since before Coriolanus even began. She’s been so completely happy and excited about the baby. How many pregnant ladies sew their newborn’s clothes, blankets, and curtains for the nursery?” There were tears in Ellen’s eyes as she looked away.
                “What?” Tom asked seeing how upset she was.
                “When she wakes up, and finds out that the baby was born premature and is on life support or . . .” She paused not wanting to even breathe the possibility “ . . . or worse . . . .she will blame herself completely in every single way, and . . . . I don’t know if she’ll ever come back from that.” Ellen said tears escaping her eyes. “She’s strong, you know that . . . . but there is always the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.”
                “All because my absolutely idiotic blunder.” He said closing his eyes and shaking his head at his own stupidity.
                Ellen studied him for several long moments, “Why did you?” Tom looked over at her, “Why did you ask her to marry you?”
                That seemed like a pretty obvious question, “Because . . . I love her. I’ve loved her from the first time I saw her, before I even realized how much I loved her. I want her to marry me, to be my bride, and for us to have a family together. So we can be together always as husband and wife. Two people who love each other forever.” He looked away feeling confused and torn apart.
                “Then you have to find a way to tell her that, to make her believe it.” Ellen says seriously. “She has a lot of strange ideas in her head knocking around that other people have put there. Pounded into her over and over.” She stepped closer to him, “She loves you Tom. Of course she does. With all of her heart, more than anyone else, more than anything. It’s what scares her the most.” She sighs, “It’s not fair, I know.”
                Tom listened and mulled it all over in his mind when she stopped speaking. It was a lot to take in and a lot to consider. He sighed, “They’re going to keep her sedated. For now. I suppose until we know for sure one way or the other . . . .” His words trailed off not wanting to think about it. Reaching up he rubbed his eyes trying to choke back the tears. He couldn’t believe this, that things could be over before they even had a chance to begin.
                After visiting hours, they shooed everyone out except Tom. They couldn’t have gotten him out of there if they tried to drag him. He refused to leave you, or his son. He sat beside your bed holding your hand tight between his gently stroking your wrist and forearm. There was a cut with a large bruise around it from where you had hit your head when the car was impacted and you were thrown against the wall. Apparently it looked much worse than it was.
                “Darling.” He said gently after a while.”I’m sorry. I knew that you . . . .” He sighed. “I just love you so much. So very much my heart aches when I’m away from you. When I can’t see you, and hold you close. When I’m exhausted and should be sleeping I like awake staring at the empty space next to me, feeling cold and alone wishing you were there lying next to me.” He stared at your long delicate fingers. He remembered watching them as they quickly and skillfully moved over his costumes during Coriolanus, over his body as you washed and dressed him for each scene. Quickly and expertly making him look his best every night without fail. Raising your hand he kissed each finger, your knuckles and your palm before resting it to his face his eyes closed.
                “I never expected to find someone like you. I thought later in my life, perhaps after I was in my 40’s in 10 years or so, focusing mainly on my career for now, I would find someone and start a family. I never looked at anyone seriously even though I took a woman out here and there, and then there was you.” His eyes opened as he looked up towards your face, reaching out gently resting his hand on your head as he leaned closer. “You bewitched me, you stole my heart away, it belongs to you.”
                He closed his eyes and bowed his head down against your shoulder for several moments as tears slid down his face as he felt a knot in his heart. “I suppose there are people who would say I was pathetic. For loving a woman so much he’s more than willing to make an ass out of himself.” He opened his eyes raising his head looking at you. “There were those that advised me to walk away from you so many times. Then when we found out you were pregnant, there was panic that prompted people to try and convince me to pay for an abortion and then pay you off to keep the secret. Just proving how much they didn’t know you.” He smiled a little stroking your head gently. “You’re too proud. To honorable for any of that.” He closed his eyes as his lip quivered slightly, “But most of all . . . you loved me too. If it’s what I wanted . . . you would have done it immediately without question or hesitation.” He could hardly breathe holding your hand tighter in his.
                He leaned closer still, “Oh sweetheart, is it any wonder that I want you to be my wife? That I want us to be together forever? To be a family, to make a life for each other, to love one another no matter what? I found you, I found the love of my life and I never want to let you go.” He could hardly form words, his eyes full of tears, his throat tight as he tried to push it down and keep his composure.
                “You don’t have to run my love.” He whispered, “I know you were leaving and going to your mother’s because you think you’re a burden, a hindrance, that you complicate my life. But how to I make you understand, you ARE my life?”
                He took several breaths to calm himself down, reaching up and drying the tears from his face. It seemed like you spent a lot of time in hospitals. First when you were attacked by Tyler. That bastard. Then when he got hurt on the set of Crimson Peak, and now this.
                Tom takes your hand in his again breathing slowly. “Ben is beautiful.” He whispers. “He’s so small. But he’s so very beautiful my darling. They said that he didn’t sustain any injuries from the crash. You took it all, your body . . . your body protected him. They said you curled up in a ball around yourself after the first hit protecting your stomach. The said it was probably why you were hurt so much.” His eyes were full of tears again, “Even when you were in pain and scared, then even when you were unconscious, you were protecting our son.” He had no words for that.
                He took several deep breaths before looking at you leaning closer resting his hand to your head whispering in your ear, “I love you Shelia. Every part of me, my heart, my soul, my mind, every ounce of me from the ground up . . . . loves you. I want you for my wife, darling. I will do anything it takes, anything I must do to make you mine. To protect you, and take care of you always.” He leans forward and kisses your lips ever so gently. “I love you.”
                Everyday Ben grows stronger. Being in the incubator, Tom can't hold him in anything other than his hands. He takes pictures and videos.
He's in the NICU with the baby when you finally wake up. "Mr. Hiddleston. You're needed in ICU. It's Ben's mother."
                A bubble panic forms in his chest as he makes his way to your room. The nurse catches you outside the room, hearing your screaming. "I thought she wasn't supposed to wake up until later. What's wrong?"
                "Panic attack. She came out of anesthesia fighting then she realized the baby was gone and has been screaming since. We've sedated her but drugs don't work instantly."
                "I'll talk to her."
                Your eyes are wide in panic. They've strapped your wrists to the sides of the bed. "Tom! What's going on. Where's the baby?"
                "Shelia. You were in a car accident. When you ran away from me." He can't keep the hurt out of his voice. "Ben is in an incubator. He's small but strong."
                "I thought-" You hold your hands up, straining on the straps. You can't even vocalize what you thought. Tom carefully unbuckles your wrists and hugs you as best he can.
                "Kitten, he's wonderful." Tom pulls the chair up as close as he can to the bed. "They gave you medicine to put you to sleep. I'll show you pictures until you fall asleep. And when you wake up, we'll talk about what happened."
                He scrolls through all the pictures he's taken and shows you the videos. Before long, you're back asleep. Ellen knocks softly on the door jam. "I heard she woke up. Her mom is finally sleeping at the hotel."
                "I'm going to my hotel to shower. If she wakes up, call me." Tom hugs Ellen then tighter until his face is buried into her hair. His body shakes with the sobs.
                Tom brings in a vase of flowers and sits them on the beside table. "I'm glad your awake."
                "I am too. I need to talk to you."
                Tom pulls the chair up and laces his fingers with yours. "Go ahead, Kitten. Then I'll tell you my news."
                "When I get out of the hospital, I'm going to stay with my mom."
                "What?" He pulls his hand away.
                "You're supposed to be in Tahiti. Relaxing. Not worrying over me."
                Tom stands. All the anger and frustration finally breaks.
                "No. WE'RE supposed to be in Tahiti. You and I. Instead. My pregnant girlfriend ran away from me when I asked her to marry me. Because she's laboring under the delusion that she's a burden. Get this through your head, Shelia Garrison. I LOVE YOU. We have a son together. Benjamin Thomas Hiddleston. And I WANT to marry you. Not out of obligation but out of love."
                He stands. "Your mother and I have already spoken. She's coming to live with us until you're well enough to take care of yourself and Ben. Once Ben comes home, we will announce our engagement. Because despite you fighting me every single step of the way, I want you to be my wife."
                "Tom-"
                "Shut up. I've been here every day. And if you ever had any doubt that I want you, all of you, that should get rid of them. My father has hired an air ambulance to take you and Ben back to London." He angrily shoves his fingers through his hair then jams his hands in his pockets. "I've got business in L.A. then." He sighs. "Then I'm going to Tahiti for a few days. I was going to come straight back but after what you just said, I really need a break from you." He looks away from the shocked look on your face. "Maybe your mom and Ellen can talk some sense into you."
                Ellen shows you a picture of Ben that the nurses took with her phone. "Shel. I've got something to say. And since I'm going home tomorrow, I'm just going to say it." You look at her, waiting. "You're being a fucking idiot. Tom adores you. Not out of obligation because he knocked you up. He loves you. And Ben. He was amazing while you were out. He spent every day, all day here." Steve knocks on the door jam. "You have a chance to be happy. You deserve it. So stop fucking it up." She kisses your forehead. First Tom. Then your mom. Now Ellen. Maybe they were right.
                You and Ben were settled into the hospital. The usual suspects made their rounds. Ben and Sophie, Emma and her boyfriend, Tom's mom, Luke and Mark, Tom's dad. Tom was in and out. High Rise filming would be starting soon.
                You look at the picture Tom is showing you. "I wanted to explain to you before you jump to conclusions. While I was there, so was Jane. I think she thought she could seduce me. We kept the accident out of social media. So she didn't know. She tried but I did nothing." You swallow. You wouldn't have been surprised if he had. You'd been horrible. And stupid and crazy.
                Tom crawls into the bed with you. The private hospital bed was bigger than a regular bed but not by much. He was still careful when he touched you. He leans his head on yours. "I hate that book."
                "What?"
                "High Rise. I can't picture you eating a fucking dog."
                "Kitten, it won't be a real dog."
                You sigh and snuggle as best you could. They were starting to ween you off the pain meds. Maybe you were a bit delirious. "Ask me again."
                He starts to ask what but realizes what you're saying.
                Tom takes your chin in his hand. "Shelia, will you marry me?"
                "Yes." He kisses you passionately.
                "Get better. Get better so I can make love to my wife to be."
                Finally the day came when Benjamin was able to be brought out of the incubator and you were able to hold him in your arms. He was so small, but so incredibly beautiful. It was hard to believe that you and Tom had created this perfect little life together. You sat holding him close slowly rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in the hospital room unable to take your eyes away from him as he drank hungrily.
                On the one hand you were so happy to finally be able to hold your baby in your arms. He was strong, he was healthy, and he was completely perfect in every way. On the other hand, there was a twist in your heart that the milk he drank wasn’t yours. It was donor milk because premature babies had to have human milk so they got the nutrition they desperately needed. Because of the accident and whatever else was the result of injuries you had sustained earlier in your life, your milk had dried up shortly after Ben was born. You never got the chance to feed him yourself. The doctor even explained that the chances were good even if you hadn’t been in the accident and had carried to term it wouldn’t have made any difference. It wasn’t really any kind of comfort. But thank God the resources were available to get him what he needed to be healthy and strong.
                Your mom comes in carrying several bags with her and a grin sweeps her face seeing you holding her grandson. She puts down her bags before walking over and kissing your head before anxiously looking at Benjamin, “He looks so wonderful, honey.” She smiles leaning down touching his small delicate fingers, “Hello Ben. Hi there.” Then she made some strange sounding noises that made you cringe.
                “Mom, please don’t talk baby talk to him. You can do that cutesy voice you do, but no gibberish.” You say softly not wanting to speak to loudly for the baby.
                “Sorry honey.” She apologizes as both you and Tom had asked her not to do that before. “I got you some things.” She picks up the bags bringing them closer sitting in the other chair. “Some of those cookies that you and Tom like to eat with your coffee and tea.” She says taking out the box putting it aside. “And I got you some Vitamin E cream and some Coco Butter, for your Cesarean scar and whatever other marks from the accident. I didn’t know which one was better so I just got both.” You smile a little shaking your head looking down at Benjamin continuing to rock gently. “And some other odds and ends you needed. And,” She takes out a plush super soft teddy bear, “I saw it and I knew it was for my grandson. And look.” She shows you the tag and you giggle reading ‘Hello! My name is Tom!’
                “Didn’t have one that said ‘daddy’ huh?” You question.
                Your mom can see in your eyes something was upsetting you. “Heather, what’s wrong? You’ve been in such good spirits these past few weeks. You’ve been healing, Ben is healthy and growing stronger every day, you and Tom are engaged and we’ve started plans for the wedding. What’s wrong?”
                You sigh not raising your eyes from your small son. “I just wish I could do more for him. Be everything he needs. Like a mom is supposed to be. Like you were for me.”
                “Honey, you are. He has a mother and father who love him very much and are doing everything humanly possible to see he has everything he needs. What’s more his parents love each other and are going to raise him together. Not many kids can say that these days.” She reassures you.
                “Provided his mother can be less of a whining neurotic *bitch*.” You mouth the last word not wanting to use bad language around your little one. “I was worried about stressing Tom out and being a burden on him, which actually made him more stressed out . . . . and burdened him which is exactly what I didn’t want to do.” You roll your eyes at your utter stupidity.
                “Well. It would help if he wasn’t running around on you when he got upset with how you were acting . . . .” She began.
                “Mom!” You say cutting her off, “I told you that entire thing was complete bull. He’s not even friends with Jane anymore, he just sort of tolerates her after the stunt she pulled about bad mouthing me and leaking my information all over the internet, why would he run off to Tahiti and ‘secretly’ marry her out of the blue. He didn’t do anything and was simply being civil to her despite her constant attempts to catch him like he’s a fish in a net.”
                “I’m just saying, it stands to reason that where there’s smoke there’s fire and you should be careful.” She stood picking up the things that she had brought putting them back in the bags.
                “There’s no smoke! Just because Tyler, and Jason, and Dad were all bastards doesn’t mean that Tom is.” You say taking a breath looking down at Ben who was almost finished eating. “Tom’s going to be back from Ireland on Thursday. He’ll be home a few days which means you can have a break.” Or at least give you a break, she was starting to drive you crazy. “We’re supposed to talk to the doctor about when we can take Ben home.”
                “It shouldn’t be too much longer, he’s doing so well.” She smiles, “And I can’t wait to get some good pictures outside a hospital setting with wires and tubes all over the place.”
                “I’m so sick of this place, I’ll be happy when we all get out of here.” Leaning down you place a soft gentle kiss to Ben’s little head holding him close. “I can’t wait to be home again.”
                Tom gently lays Ben down in the circular crib. He made sure his tiny little boy lay on his side. You watch from the doorway, absolutely in love with his man. How could you have been so stupid?
                You close the door behind him carefully. You accidentally turn wrong and it sends pain shooting through your abdomen. You gasp and grab the wall. "Kitten?"
                "I'm ok. Just moved wrong."
                He helps you to the couch. "The nurse will be here in the morning around 8. My flight back to Ireland leaves at 10. I hope she's here before I have to leave you."
                "I can call Mark."
                "Are you sure he's ok with that?"
                You laugh despite the ache it causes. "Are you kidding, honey? He's practically having kittens at being able to help me with Ben."
                "Alright." He sits next to you, holding you carefully. "Your mother was very disappointed at you and Ben not going to the airport. She really did not want to go home."
                "Oh but she had to. I love my mom, but she can drive me batshit. She has no filter and thinks she's telling me the things I want to hear but she's not actually being supportive."
                Tom slides off the couch to kneel in front of you. "You said yes once. I want to go to Ireland knowing you are well and truly my Bride to be."
                "Thomas."
                He pulls a ring from his pocket. It's a pink diamond solitaire like you'd shown interest when the pair of you ring shopped online. He takes your hand and steadily places the ring on your finger. "Shelia Garrison, will you do me the honour of being my wife?"
                The realization sinks in. He's doing this because he loves you. Not because of any obligation or burden. The words you'd spit at your mother about Tyler and Jason and your own father came back to hit you in the stomach. Tom wasn't them. He loves you. He loves Ben. He's been amazingly wonderful when he could have cut and run. And probably should have. You can barely breath but you manage a yes. He springs up and takes your mouth passionately, cupping the side of your face. When you were finally able to breath, he's babbling a mile a minute. He leans over and takes your lips again. Love and joy filling him to the point he could explode.
                You want so badly to make love to him but you're still in a great deal of pain. It would be another month or so before you could without pain.
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