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Limelight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                Sitting on the couch in the living room you can hear Tom stifle a laugh on the other end of the phone line. “Tooooommmm!” You find yourself whining covering your face with your hand. Tom is in his hotel room in Ireland lying on his bed leaning back against the headboard his hand over his mouth trying to stay quiet. “It’s not funny!”
                Tom can’t help but chuckle, “Alright. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He says clearing his throat trying to remain serious. But it isn’t long before a smile sweeps his face again. “It is quite funny.”
                “Your mom and sister are driving me absolutely nuts, and Sophie actually came with them this morning.” You explain.
                “Oh darling, they just want to help make it our perfect day. It is our wedding after all.”
                You just stare wide eyed in silence hearing him say that. “Tom . . . they brought napkin swatches this morning. SWATCHES of NAPKINS.” He busts up laughing and you sigh shaking your head. “You suck.”
                “It’s alright; they’re just excited that’s all. Filming wraps next weekend and then I’ll be home. I can run interference for you a little bit.” He promises. “I got the pictures of you and Ben this morning.”
                “Did you like them?” You question not sure what he would think.
                “I adore them, they’re absolutely beautiful.” He says with a soft smile having immediately showed them to everyone on set. “And the fact that Ben is allowed outside of the house now, I’m so happy sweetheart.”
                You smile a little having been beyond thankful for that too. “The doctor says he’s exceeding expectations. His immune system is very strong, and his growth has all been normal. He’s about the size he would have been if I’d carried him to term.”
                There was so much the two of you were thankful for, things could have gone very differently between the accident and everything else that seemed to be falling apart before. But somehow, everything turned out well. “And how’s mommy doing?” He questions.
                “Doing fine.” You answer having been in for your check-up as well. “All healed up for the most part. Vigorously trying to work away the scars and stretch marks left behind with the creams mom got me.” There’s a pause on the phone causing you to cross your arms. “What?”
                “Umm . . . what else did he say about . . . things?” He questioned.
                You smile and blush slightly. He’d been very anxious the last few times he’d been home but you just hadn’t been up to it, and neither of you wanted to risk sex to soon. “The doctor says I’m perfectly physically fit and healthy for ‘extra curricular activities’. Apparently all the working out and healthy diet and vitamins I took before Ben was born really helped recovery. And the pain is almost completely gone, and Tylenol takes care of the rest.” You could almost feel his eyes light up accompanied by the excited grin at the news.
                “Oh lord,” He says rubbing his eyes slightly, “This is going to be the longest week of my life. I’d rather hop on a plane and came home to you this moment. If I left now I could be there in a couple of hours.” He suggests.
                “You could. But I don’t think nookie is a going to be a viable excuse to leave work.” You say playfully. “I’m not going anywhere Tom, I’ll be here when you get back.”
                “Promise?” He questions.
                You smile a little, “Promise.”
                News of the engagement spreads fast. Social media explodes. Fangirls weep. Tumblr actually crashes. In the meantime, Emma, Tom's mom, Sophie and even Ellen and your mom via Skype have driven you bonkers with all the little details of wedding planning.
                You stand in the dressing room looking at the mess of white satin and lace. "Oh for fucks sake."
                "Did you say something, Shelia?"
                "No." You sigh heavily and open the door. Stephen tries to stifle a bubbly smile that transforms into a laugh. "Fuck. You. Just fuck you."
                "Feel better?"
                "No. I feel like a marshmallow threw up on me."
                "Come on out." You gather the ends and stomp out into the viewing room. There are ohs and ahs. The chittering between everyone begins.
                "I hate it. I feel like a cloud rolled in glitter."
                "You look lovely."
                Stephen speaks up. "She looks miserable."
                Emma pipes in. "And uncomfortable."
                You turn to the consultant. "Less. Less is more. Sweetheart neckline. Mid length train. No ballgowns."
                He smiles. "I have just the dress."
                You trudge back to the dressing room and shed the dress. Your phone goes off.
                Opening the text, it's a picture of Ben and Tom laying on the floor. He has his father's smile. Your heart soars. How on earth did you get so lucky? You text back. 'There's my handsome men.'
                'How's it going?'
                'I feel like a hostile dress up doll.'
                You can almost hear his ehehehehe. 'How many dresses?'
                'Twenty. I've seen more white fabric today than a Puff Daddy White Party'
The door opens and the consultant brings in the dress bag. He unzips it and takes the dress. A lung full of air escapes you. As a seamstress, you admire the craftsmanship and attention to detail.
                "So what do we think?"
                "Put it on me."
                Tom closes the door carefully behind him. You'd been teasing each other all day and he was about to burst. The week back from High Rise has been so busy with wedding planning that you barely had time to think let alone time to make love to each other.
                He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching your legs swing back and forth. You're laying on your stomach reading a book. The panties you wear have ridden up just a bit, giving him a glimpse of your labia. He pulls the shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. He unbuttons the jeans and slides them down, stepping out of them and the boxers. His erection is almost painful. You feel the bed move as he crawls into it.
                "Ben asleep?"
                He kisses behind your knee, giving you the barest brush of teeth. "Mm hmm." He plants kisses up the back of your thigh. You sigh in enjoyment and close the book. He stops at your ass and bites it the exposed cheek playfully. You giggle then attempt to roll over but he lays a hand on your back.
                His head dips down to kiss the peeking part of your labia. You jump. "Tom!"
                "This is the first time I've gotten you all to myself and we haven't been dead tired. Let me kiss you." His tongue draws a line up your spine His lips follow that line back down. Propping himself over you, his lips ghost along your shoulders. He carefully ignores your new scars. He knew you weren't comfortable with them yet.
                You sigh, enjoying the warmth of him at your back. "You can roll over now." You roll over under him. His takes your lips then licks and kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your shoulders. They move so slowly over your chest and breasts, placing kisses and small nips over the sensitive tissue and nipples. You arch your back, teasing your fingers through his hair and along his shoulders. They weren't as muscular as they had been. He'd had to cut weight for High Rise and he had to cut more still for the Hank Williams role.
                He reaches down to cup your sex, teasing his thumb over the wet spot on the front of your panties. Your body arches again, trying to touch his flesh but he's just out of reach. His mouth continues its journey down while he massages you through the panties. He presses his knee against his hand. You can't help your delighted gasp.
                Tom draws the panties down your legs then spreads your thighs wide, exposing all of you. He braces his shoulders on your thighs, continuing his licking and kissing at your core. Each suck of his lips and flick of your tongue sending you higher. Your body bows off the bed, bucking your hips to him shamelessly.
                "Yes, Kitten." His voice is low and strained with caged lust for his only love. Your grab your breast and his hair. The tug on your his hair makes him groan and the sound against your most tender spot drives you closer and closer. He slips two slender digits inside you. He brings you gasping and nearly crying in pleasure.
                "Oh god, Thomas!" He laps your clean before kneeling between your thighs.
                He grabs your knee and wraps your leg around his waist but pushes your other leg flat on the bed. "Look at me, my darling." He fixes his eyes on you, lacing his fingers in your hand. With a long, slow thrust he fills you, completely and almost painfully. Giving you a moment to adjust, he kisses you deeply, eating your gasping mewls. His arms shake as he restrains himself. It's been so long and he's missed you so very much. His hips start slow long thrusts, pulling out to the tip then all the way in. When your body begins to thrust with his, he takes that as a cue, building up speed until you're both shaking and nearly screaming. The sound from your throat a sharp barking breaths. Tom presses his face into your neck, his mouth open in primal ecstasy. Your nails mark his back and upper arms.
                His thrusts lose rhythm as he reaches between you and plays your clit like a song. You cum just before he does, shuddering and clamping down on him. He collapses to the side of you, rolling onto his back. Your chests heave, catching your breath before your mouths find each other again. Your hands working each other up for another go.
                Tom had been sneaking up on it all day. The large white fat garment bag that was hanging up in the closet. He wanted to see it so badly. Finally, he got the courage up to reach for the zipper and pull it open, but before he could peak inside your ears heard the sound and you came darting around the corner smacking at his hands. “No, no, no.” You slide the zipper back up and push him out of the closet closing the door.
                “Shelia, it’s only bad luck if I see you in it before the wedding.” He says with a pout.
                “Hey, given our past history in our relationship I’d rather not risk it. And while we’re going over superstitions only refer to The Scottish Play, as The Scottish Play even if we’re just in the house. Always throw salt over your shoulder should it spill. And if we pass a pole, piller, or something of that nature at the same time I want to hear the phrase ‘bread and butter’ immediately jump from your beautiful lips.” You say kissing him before flipping off the light and pulling him from the bedroom. “Honestly Tom, if it’s driving you that crazy then I’ll ask Emma if I can keep it at her place until the morning of.”
                “No, it’s fine. I get it.” He says sliding his hands into his pockets like a little kid who was told no.
                You play pout mirroring his look wrapping your arms around him looking up into his eyes. “It’ll be worth it. I promise.” You say nuzzling his nose with yours slightly before kissing him once, and then again. He smiles wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back.
                “What about Ben’s outfit? Or the bridesmaids dresses? Do I get previews of those or are they all off limits too?” He questions.
                “Well, you may have to talk to my ‘wedding planning committee’ about that.” You say with an annoyed sigh. Both of your mothers, Emma, Ellen, and Sophie were having meetings of their own having a great list of things to present you with each time you were brought in on the project. “Although, I insisted that Ben’s outfit matches daddy’s. So my men are sure to look quite handsome.”
                He grins a little kissing you again. “Why don’t we get out of here for today? Go for a picnic in the park together? The three of us?” He questions.
                “I think you might get mobbed if we tried that honey.” You say softly.
                “Not the closest park, we’ll drive to another where loyal fans are less likely to be on the lookout. We could do that.” He suggests. You smile and nod causing him to grin. “You get Ben ready and I’ll pack us a lunch. Yes?”
                “Alright.” He kisses your forehead and hugs you close.
                “I love you kitten.” He whispers.
                “I love you too.” You say hugging him back. Stealing another kiss he hurries into the kitchen and you smile watching him shaking your head as you head into Ben’s room to get him up from his nap and change him into something better to be going out in.
                You bring an extra blanket and put Ben in a quilted jacket. He was developing at an astonishing rate for being 3, almost 4 months premature. He supported his head and could roll over already, which was what he was doing right now. You and Tom giggled as he rolled between the two of you, clutching at his blanket with his hands and feet.
                "Benny, should daddy make mummy laugh?" He cooes and smiles brightly. "I'll take that as yes." Tom grabs you all the sudden and tickles your neck with his mouth. You gasp and laugh, trying to push him off.
                "Thomas! Stop!" You can't get away but he stops, cupping the you cheek.
                "I like that I can make you smile like that."
                "Thomas, you always make me smile." He kisses you tenderly, caressing your jaw line with his thumb.
                "I love you."
                "I love you. And I'm sorry. Sorry I was an idiot. And kept pushing you away."
                "Shelia, it's alright."
                "No, it isn't. I let other people's negativity poison me."
                "But you've come back to me. And in a few weeks, you'll be my Bride."
                You glance over his shoulder to see Ben up on his hands, rocking back and forth. "Tom look." You both watch for a moment before he drops to the blanket.
                The two of you watch anxiously in anticipation and then see him start to crawl a little bit before flopping back down on his tummy. Both of you instantly flood him with praise and excitement causing him to smile and clap his hands that mommy and daddy were so happy with him.
                Tom takes him and holds him up in the air a moment before cuddling him close on his lap, “That’s daddy’s little guy!” He exclaims proudly.
                “He certainly is.” You say with a smile, “If we’re not careful he’s going to be reciting Shakespeare and munching Hob Nobs.” You giggle reaching over touching Ben’s small fingers, leaning down kissing his hand before kissing his forehead so proud of your little boy. Tom blushes realizing you’d caught him reading a sonnet or two to Ben when he was putting him to sleep at night.
                “If he start him young enough he’ll have a huge vocabulary by the time he starts school.” He says in his defense.
                You grin and lean over kissing him, “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with it, baby. Just struck me as funny. Usually you’d be reading fairytales and books like ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’. But if you want to read Shakespeare to him that’s perfectly fine. He seems to enjoy it.” You smile a little wider, “Besides, I love the sound of Daddy’s voice too. You could read me the phone book and I’d still be head over heels.”
                “Really?” He says with a smile, “I’ll have to remember that.” He says leaning in kissing you again. Tom turns his attention back to your little one still completely anxious about seeing he was beginning to crawl already. He really was an amazing child. He gives a huge yawn and both you and Tom have the same feeling that the picnic was over and you needed to get him home. It was rather chilly this time of year and you didn’t want to risk him catching a cold. As strong as he was, you couldn’t forget he was born premature.
                Once at home, the two of you put him to bed standing by the crib unable to pull yourselves away just watching your little one sleep. Tom smiles beaming with happiness as he puts his arm around you and kisses your cheek looking down at his son once more. “I’m so glad he can sleep so well without tubes or wires or anything like that.” You whisper reaching over and checking the baby monitor was on and fully functioning before putting it back in his crib.
                “I think we should start interviewing nannies this weekend. The sooner the better.” The smile and joy flood from your face as you give him a dark look. His smile fades as well as this was a subject that had come up before but was quickly dismissed. You couldn’t believe he was still even considering it. Leaning down you kiss Ben ever so gently before heading out of the nursery. Tom reaches down and makes sure that Ben is well covered before following after you carefully closing the nursery door. He hurries to catch up with you in the living room. “Shelia, please.”
                “No Tom. I’ve told you, numerous times, no! No nannies! And no boarding schools either!” You say seriously plopping down on the couch. “My mom took care of me just fine without all of that stuff and she was a single mother. I didn’t have a baby just to pay someone else to raise him.”
                “Darling,” He takes your hands and sits down next to you on the couch, “I would feel better, much better, if you had someone here to help you. I’m going to be going to the states for almost two months and won’t be here to help you. I know you, you’re going to want to do chores and see to the house, and to take care of Ben on top of that you’re going to be stretched to the limit while being here by yourself.”
                “Are you kidding? Your sister, your mom, Sophie, Mark, Stephen, . . . . half the cast of Coriolanus has all volunteered to help out with the baby. These are our friends, why would we pay some stranger to live in our house and take care of our son? That’s not just weird that’s creepy.” You respond.
                “No it’s not, it’s not unheard of. It’s quite a common practice. And I think we’ll save the boarding school argument until he’s a little older.” He says having just mentioned it before. He’d gone to boarding school and he’d loved it.
                “That’s good because there’s no argument there. No boarding school! I’m not sending my baby away only to be seen on holidays. That’s absolutely . . . insane!” You exclaim.
                “But it’s good for him. It’s how he learns to be self reliant and find out who he is as a person without relying on us completely.” He explains.
                “No! He can go to regular school like normal people do. It’s what I did in the states, it’s what everyone does in the states. Unless you’re a juvenile delinquent who gets shipped off to military school in the hopes that you can be dissuaded from ending up in jail.” You say. “I’m his mom, I get to take care of him.”
                Tom sighs dropping his head knowing you were taking this personally, “Sweetheart, no one is saying that you can’t take care of him. No one is saying that you don’t love him. It’s a wonderful experience for him and I think he would benefit from it. I truly do. And having a Nanny to look after him just helps you get more rest, and enables you to go back to work if you want. You don’t have to of course, but the option would be open.”
                “My job, my most important job, is taking care of Ben.” You state seriously.
                “I understand that love. You are his mum and having someone to help you with his care isn’t going to detract from that. Not even a little bit. Please darling, it would make me feel so much better if you weren’t here alone when I’m away.” You sigh looking away. “And I think you’ll count it as a blessing when our other children arrive.”
                A small smile appears on your lips, “Other children?” You say looking at him. “You’re planning on more then?”
                “Of course. We’ll need another 7 at least.” His voice and look quite serious. You elbow him slightly in the gut and he laughs.
                “How about one more. Maybe two. We can play things by ear.”
                “Alright. Two.” He says with a bright smile. “A venture we should get started on right away I think. Ben does need little brothers and sisters to play with after all.”
                You laugh and drop your head back. Your scars weren’t even completely healed and already he wanted to get you pregnant again. “After the wedding? Can we wait to add to the Hiddleston role call until after the wedding?” You question.
                “Okay.” He kisses your cheek. Then he kisses your lips. “We’ll wait until the honey moon and then spend the entire two weeks working on bringing more members into the family.” You grin as he pulls you closer, and wraps his arms around you, sliding one hand into your hair kissing you deeply letting his tongue tease yours kissing you even deeper then before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders returning his anxious kiss and as the passion between the two of you began to grow he lays you back down onto the couch beneath him rubbing his body against yours. You giggle and he smiles, “A little practice wouldn’t hurt.” He says his hand sliding up your side and cupping a grasp massaging your breast firmly.
                “Hmm, I think we’re quite good already but if you absolutely insist.” You wrap your arm around his neck and pull him into another kiss as he groans into your mouth pulling your leg around him sliding his arms beneath you pulling you tight against him savoring your taste.
                He leans up and pulls his shirt off then yours, throwing them somewhere. He leans down and pushes your breasts together. His tongue laves the abundant orbs before he moves to the nipples, leaving you gasping with teeth and thumbs.
                Tom pops the button of his jeans and pushes them off his hips. You lean up to help and he seizes your mouth. The stubborn jeans finally give off his muscular thighs. He doesn't bother to pull your shorts off, shoving them to the side. His long digits part your folds.
                "So wet." His luscious voice makes you shiver. "Lay back, love." You do as he says. He braces his hands on the arm of the couch. You reach between the two of you and place him at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, knowing you'll stretch to fit him without pain if he takes it slow. He backs out then pushes forward more and harder. With a barely restrained grunt, he fills you with a hard thrust. You both groan.
                "Touch yourself, love." His arms shake with his control. You rub your clit in circles, teasing it further out. You lock your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass.
                "Oh god, Tom."
                "Yes, Kitten."
                His hips roll up with each thrust, meeting your bucking hips. Each circle on your clit spins you higher. His head dips so that he can bite your collarbone.
                "Oh god, Tom!"
                "Yes, baby. Cum for me." Your body shudders when you pinch your clit, sending you over the edge. Your body clamps down on him. "So tight. Jesus." He grunts in pure lust as he thrusts to the end. His forehead rests on yours as you both try to catch your breath. In almost perfect timing, Ben cries out from the nursery.
                "Your turn, mummy."
                "Yes, daddy. My turn." He kisses you, slowly and thoroughly. His cock twitches inside you. "Easy, tiger. Let's get Ben back to sleep before round two."
                "I'll go warm up a bottle."
                You stand in front of the mirror, making sure you looked good. Tom comes up behind you. He rubs both hands over your ass then back around between your legs. "You look stunning."
                "Will you be up when I get home?"
                "Undoubtedly." He finds the thigh slit in the black pencil skirt. "You naughty girl. You're not wearing any knickers." His large hand cups you.
                "The panties lines mess up the skirt."
                "I'll definitely be up." He holds you with one hand and presses himself against your back, his erection grinding into the swell of your ass.
                Ellen pokes her head into the room. "Driver's here. Stop pawing each other and let's get going."
                You turn in his arms, the blue keyhole blouse pulling tight over your cleavage. "I love you."
                "I love you." He takes your lips, moaning softly. "There is witchcraft in your lips."
                "Mmmm, yours too." He licks his lips then yours.
                "Go have fun, my Bachelorette." You reluctantly pull away from him. The wedding was a week away and goddamn, you couldn't keep your hands off each other.
                Ellen waits for you by the door in a stunning baby pink tea dress and stilettos. Steve openly ogles his wife from the couch, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the mouth of his beer. You were meeting Emma, Sophie and Stephen at the restaurant then they were in total control of you.
                As you ride together in the cab you giggle back and forth feeling like you were in high school again. “Oh my God, I can’t believe he let you out of the house dressed like that. I’m surprised that you even got out of the house considering the way you two were clawing at each other.” Ellen says with a wink.
                “Well, we’re trying to do that ‘making the wedding night more special’ thing by holding off on sex until then. . . . .” You roll your eyes and lean your head back against the seat, “Dear God, the sexual tension is going to kill me. I don’t know if I can wait a week.” Ellen just grins as she looks at you. “What?”
                “I’m just happy. I’m happy for you honey.” Reaching over she takes your hand in hers. “I’m happy that you found someone like Tom who treats you like you should be treated. And puts up with all your bullshit.” She says with a smirk. You stick your tongue out at her knowing you’d been a little neurotic and managed to do exactly what you feared you were doing by making Tom’s life harder because of it. She smiles and leans over wrapping her arms around you hugging you tight. “You deserve this, Shelia. You always have.”
                You close your eyes and hug her back tight. The car pulls up and you both make certain that the mist in your eyes was cleared away before it messed with your make up. Getting out you head inside. Emma, Sophie and Stephen spot the two of you come in and wave hollering at you shamelessly. The alcohol was already flowing freely. You wave back hurrying over to the table as they stand and each one hugs you. “Good God woman, you’re meant to be late for the ceremony, not your Hen Doo.”
                A confused look crossed Ellen’s face, “Huh?” She looks at your hair wondering what she was talking about. You smile and laugh a bit.
                “Over here that’s what they call a Bachelorette party a ‘Hen Doo’. And a Bachelor party is called a ‘Stag Night’.” You explain. Ellen gives a nod all caught up now.
                “Come on ladies, you’re a bit behind!” He says pushing two drinks over towards you. You smile and shake your head picking up your glass as did everyone else as they toasted and all took a large drink.
                “Well, could be worse. Back home there’s be penis straws and penis shaped Marti Gras beads.” You take another sip of your drink glancing at Ellen who’s grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh the Penis stuff is coming later isn’t it.”
                “Oh definitely. No way you’re getting out of that. So let’s sit down, get something to eat and move on to the fun stuff!” Stephen says as they all pick up their glasses and toast again playfully drinking again. Seemed like alcohol was going to be replacing your blood tonight. What the hell. Was your Bachelorette party after all.
                Much later in the evening, you had gone to a club after dinner. Loud music, and lots of other distractions. And of course, out came the penis stuff. Ellen had to bring some of it from home, but it was Europe, sex shops everywhere, probably wasn’t as hard to find as you imagined it was.
                “Wow, these are like . . . Reeses Peanut Butter cups . . . shaped as Penis’s . . . they’re good but . . . little creepy. Good thing I’m buzzed.” You say popping another candy in your mouth.
                Stephen grins, “What’s the matter, they reminding you of your groom to be?” He teases.
                “Not even remotely. Have no idea how tiny these things are in comparison.” You say sticking your tongue out. Then you freeze closing your eyes and shaking your head. “Sorry Emma.” You say embarrassed imagining she didn’t want to hear such things about her brother.
                “Oh, puft. We were in a movie together, and did a skinny dipping scene that we were all naked for.” All of you pause for a moment before cracking up and everyone starts laughing. It was creepy, but while inebriated; it was hilarious for some reason.
                The waiter came over with yet another drink setting it before you. “Another one?” You ask looking up at him. Ellen made sure you wore a sash and tiara that indicated clearly you were a bachelorette. This resulted in strangers buying you drinks all night and sending them to your table.
                “Yes mam.” He says with a wink. Before you could ask who went this one he walks away. You take a breath and sigh looking at it. You really were feeling a bit over the top but whoever had bought it was probably watching and you couldn’t just push it away. You pick it up taking a drink, as the others in your group started to chant causing you to down the rest of the drink completely. They cheer as you slam the glass down.
                “Okay you guys, I end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning and you’re going to have to explain it to Tom why we’re in the hospital again.” You say giving them a look.
                “That’s why we ate first honey, and are continuing to munch our way through the night. Keep you from getting sick.” Ellen says pushing over the plate of appetizers that had been ordered.
                “On the Brightside you have a nurse to help you look after Ben. You’ll be able to sleep it off.” Emma said.
                “Let’s not bring that up, it’s a sore subject.” You feel a little queasy but shake it off.
                “She seems really nice. What was her name again?” Stephen asked.
                “Rachel. And she is nice. She’s a bubbly and cheery as Tom is sometimes. Another morning person living in the house. Please God, kill me now.” Everyone else at the table laughed a bit. “Anyway, I’ll be right back.” You stand from the table and pause a moment feeling dizzy like you were going to fall.
                “Shelia? Are you alright?” Sophie says quickly standing putting her hand on your back. “Here, let me go with you.”
                “No,” You say with a smile, “No I’m fine. Just need to munch some more when I come back.” Honestly, you were pretty sure you were going to vomit your guts out and you really didn’t want anyone to witness that. “I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” You move your chair back and walk from the table heading back to the bathrooms.
                Once you’re gone Emma leans a bit closer on the table, “Guys, we really should ease up on the alcohol. Tom will be very angry with us if she over does it. It’s only been a few months since the accident.” She reminds them. They all nod realizing things might have been getting a bit out of hand.
                You stumble to the bathroom. Suddenly, the hallway tilts and spins. "Shit." You manage to make it to the toilet and slam the door before you violently wretch a stomach full of alcohol and your dinner. You feel better after having done so.
                You sit on the floor for a moment, laying your head against the stall wall. When you felt moderately normal, you clamber up the wall, using your high heel to flush the toilet so you didn't have to see it. In case, you started again.
                You make your way over to the sink and rinse your mouth. You blindly reach for a paper towel to lightly dab your face. You finally notice someone else in the room, watching you with a condescending smirk.
                "Hello, Shelia."
                You clear your throat then look down and immediately begin fixing yourself. "Hello, Jane."
                The smirk doesn't lessen. "I suppose congratulations are in order."
                "You heard then?"
                "About your accident, Benjamin and the wedding. That's a week away?"
                "Yes." When you feel and look composed.
                "Wow. You're good. A lowly stage hand seduces a rich talented Englishman and in less than a year, a baby and ring. Astounding."
                "Jane. Can it. Tom wanted the short engagement. Not me. Despite what you and countless others think, I haven't made him do anything HE didn't want." You open the door to the bathroom. "And thank SO much for trying to fuck my fiance while my newborn and I were in intensive care. You're a great gal."
                You let the door go as you walk out and a trio of girls walk in. Feeling buoyed up by the empty stomach, you don't drop into the chair. "You lot have two choices. Either keep me distracted and away from Jane Arthy or take me to a different bar."
                "That bitch is here?"
                "Yep. She was in the bathroom."
                Stephen frowned. "And you're not mortified by her hearing you vomit?"
                You shrug. "I should be. But knowing that she's a bad person and I'm marrying the man that she'd kill for in a week, that makes it ok."
                "We'll finish this round then move to the next club.
                "Oh! That's my pick!" Stephen claps his hands. Sophie had picked dinner, Emma had picked this club and Stephen got the second club. If there was a third, it would be whatever they were game for. The waiter sets down a tray of five shots. "This is from your groom."
                "He's here?" You all immediately start looking for him.
                The waiter chuckles. "No. He called it in. And he says 'There'll be a surprise at home, Kitten.'"
                "Kitten?" The table erupts in laughter at her pet name and the sudden reddening of her cheeks.
                "Fuck. You all."
                You all lift the shots. "To Tom and Kitten." You stamp on Stephen's foot. "Bitch!" The table dissolves into more giggles then you all yell, "Tom and Kitten!"
                The next thing you know, you find yourself face down in a bedspread. There’s a phone ringing next to your head as it seems to be echoing through your head like a deep cavern and it was the annoying Frog doing the Axel F song. One eye opens and it feels like it’s full of sand. You groan slightly as you reach over with your hand pressing the receive button and holding it to your ear. “You changed my ringtone again.” You mumble into the mattress.
                You hear the familiar ‘ehehehe’ on the other end of the phone, “Sounds like someone had a good time.” You can hear him grinning on the other end of the line. “How are you feeling darling? Get some water or some tea and start drinking it right away. It’ll make you feel better. Where did you end up?”
                You shift slightly rolling over onto your back, “I don’t know. Let me check and make sure I still have two kidney’s.” You say moving your hand over your middle, “No, still seems intact.” A low growl comes from your stomach in protest of the abuse it had taken the previous night. “Kind of.”
                He laughs again. “Well let me fill in a blank for you. You’re with Ellen at her hotel. Your mother called when she helped get you both into her room. I was a little disappointed you didn’t come home though.” He says a slight pout but still a bit amused at how much fun you’d had.
                “I don’t remember much, but I remember not wanting mommy to stumble into the house drenched in alcohol fumes and possibly falling face down in the nursery to snore like a bear until daddy pulled her out by the ankle in the morning.” You admit resting your hand over your eyes. “What time is it?”
                “Little before noon.” He admits.
                “Let me get cleaned up and I’ll come home.” You say with a sigh wondering how you were going to move.
                “Alright. There’s no rush love, take your time. If you want to sleep a little more go ahead. But make sure you start drinking right now, and you’ll need to eat something soon too.” He says sternly.
                “You really are way to knowledgeable about this sort of thing Tom.” You drop your arm to rest across your middle.
                “I was in boarding school and college darling, and no, I was not a saint.” He says with a chuckle.
                “Really? You were head boy in school, . . . doesn’t that make you like a Griffindor or Hufflepuff or something?” You respond.
                Tom can’t help but laugh, “Liquid Shelia. At least drink a glass of water before you fall back asleep. I love you.” He says with a smile.
                “I love you too.” You say softly. “Stop changing my ringtone!” He just laughs and you can hear him send you a kiss and you kiss one back before hanging up. You smile a little letting your hand fall back to the bed closing your eyes. He really was severely sweet. And in a week, you were going to be Mrs. Shelia Hiddleston.
                Rolling over you crawl up the bed and reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand opening it and sipping at first to make sure it wasn’t just going to bounce off your stomach and reappear. Surprisingly it didn’t, and you finished the bottle of water before curling up on the bed and falling back to sleep feeling beyond exhausted.
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