Tom Hiddleston Imagines ✔

Tom Hiddleston (Dada and mama?)

Requested by: MalvikaMohan1 hapoy holidays!

3rd person's POV:
Last minute gift buying. So very you. Your son was about to fall asleep on the small seat at your shoppping cart and you kissed his forehead as he smiled adorably at you; emerald greens gleaming tiredly. How you loved those eyes. His eyes.

You still had 4 more gifts to go and you were in quite a rush as tomorrow was christmas. "For mom, maybe a scented candle and 2 dresses. That sounds about right doesn't it, tristan?" You ask your 2 year old son. "Mama!" He giggled at you and you laughed at his cuteness as you pushed the cart to the aisle.

"Hmph" you huff as you try to reach the blue candle at the top. Your son, seemingly teasing, laughed and clapped his hands at your misery and you playfully glare at him to stop and he laughs. "I swear I think you're older than I think you are, child" you mutter under your breath as you reach for the candle once more.

Tristan Timothy L/N Hiddleston. Yes, Hiddleston. He was you and your ex' son. You havent told tom of his son's existence and you had no plan whastoever to do so till he reaches a certain age. His father didn't need extra baggage to carry so you had left him a note that said you wanted to break up and an apology that wasn't entirely a true story.

You were pregnant with tristan when you had moved in with your family once more. Oh, how you longed and missed his warmth, his voice, his eyes. There wasn't a day you hadn't regretted your decision but, for you, it was for the best.

Tom was busy and was never often home and you felt lonely eventhough you were still with him. You didn't want your son to feel the same way. You left but you didn't forget

Seeing your son had his eyes, you couldn't be more happier that you had one thing that reminded you of him. Tristan's nose and lips, however, were yours while his hair was his father's. He was handsome, sure to make many ladies cry when he grew up.

You sighed from your thoughts as you continued to tiptoe in hopes of reaching the gift.

"Here, let me help" a smooth accent filled your ears and goosebumps went up and down your spine as your eyes widened. In a split second he was leaning near you and reachibg for the candle; that familiar scent of his cologne went to your nose as your ears went red.

Tom...

"Oh u-uh, thank you" you stutter as you refuse to look back at him as he handed you the candle. "Your welcome miss- oh well hello small man" he turned his attention to your son which made your heart beat louder. You looked wide eyed at this man, your love, the father of your child, smiling as he cooed and played with tristan's hair and booped his nose, making him giggle.

Your heart clenched. You couldn't help but sniffle as tears made its way to your eyes; a familiar sting that brought back many memories. "What's his-" he looked at you as he, himself, seemed to freeze. Time slowed down as his eyes gleamed with recognitiom and sadness that broke your heart.

"H-hi" you try to smile despite the falling of your tears. "Y-y/n..." he blinked as tears went into his own eyes. "I-I'm sorry...I..we have to go" you say as you put the candle in the cart. He grabbed you arm as you closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears.

"I-Is he..." he trailed off

Please don't ask it...

"I-Is he yours? H-Have you married?" The look on his face made you want to hug him and tell him everything was okay. The guilt running through your veins were murdering. "W-what?" You asked him as he gulped, trying to recall himself.

"Is he your son?" He asked again and you slowly nodded as you looked down. "I-Is that the reason you left me?" He asks you, disbelief in his eyes. "You eloped with another man?" His eyes flashed with anger for a minute but it was replaced with some other kind of emotion you couldn't read.

"N-no tom I-"

"I cant believe you" he shakes his head at you

"Tom listen to me-"

"How long?"he faced you, eyes and nose red. God forbid you would just take this man right here right now.

"Tom listen to me!" You tried to tell him as he cries at you and points to tristan who was looking at you; sadness and anger in his gorgeous green orbs. "You hurt mama!" The small voice said as his finger pointed at tom.

"No, darling I-"

"Your mother hurt me" tom muttered angrily as he stormed away but before he could go out of hearing's reach you had called his attention.

"He's yours godamnit!" You sobbed helplessly as you dropped to the floor, eyes seeming to not stop pouring out hot tears as your son scrambled to get out of his seat. "Mama!" He called at you and you weakly looked to him and smiled. "I'm s-sorry tris..." you stood up and went to your son and picked him up.

"Mama stop cry...." your son held your neck, his curly haired head buried in your neck as he silently comforted you. It scared you how he resembled his father in such ways. His heart was so pure for this world.

"Bad man!" He pointed to someone behind you and you furrowed your brows and wiped your eyes and looked at what he was pointing at.

It was tom looking into your soul and your eyes widened before putting your son's hand down. "Pointing is rude tris" you kissed his cheek and simply put him back to his seat and pushed the cart.

Warm arms snaked their way into your body and you almosy broke into loud sobs if he haven't pushed your head into his chest. "I'm sorry. Oh God, so sorry" he muttered as he kissed your hair while you were sobing into his shirt. Tristan was still holding unto your hand; his face unsure if he would let this man hug his mama.

But seeing as you calmed down he let you remain. Tristan had a small angry pout, aiming at tom for making you cry as tom smiled, tears falling as he slowly let go of you before facing his son. "You make mama cry. Bad man" tristan pouts angrily at tom as tom smiled sadly and embraced his son. He looked confused as you smiled, crying. "Mama?" He asked you for assurance as you nod slightly and carressed his face.

"He's your dada" you smile. He tilted his head in confusion. "If I like dada. Then will mama stop cry?" His eyes gleamed at his own idea and you and tom chuckled as you nod. "Mama won't cry anymore if you love dada" you smile as tristan mimicks you and held tom's head and hugged him

"Christmas miracle" you smiled as tom stood up; tristan in his hip. "I'm sorry, tom I just-"

"No...no I'm sorry. I didn't even go after you." He told me as tristan was playing with his father's scarf. "How old is he?" He asked you. "Tristan how old are you, baby?" You ask him and he pus up 2 fingers and giggles as he puts it to his father's face.

"Two!" He cheers and rom chuckles. "Good!" Tom kisses his forehead. "I've got a lot of catching up to do haven't I?" Tom asked you.

"Dada camwera!" Your son pointed to a woman that was holding a camera, taking photos of you three. Tom sighed. "You gonna tell the public?" You asked him. "Is it alright?" He asks you and you look at tristan.

"For tristan is it safe?" You ask and he sighed. "I'll make sure we're safe" he kissed your cheek and tristan grimaces. "Yuck!" He pushes your faces away from each other and you both laugh. "We'll restart. This time with each other" you told him as you go to the aisle.

"Together" you nod and smile.

A/n: AAAAA i am sorry if this was horrible and if there were any grammaticak or spelling errors. I sprained 2 of my fingers the past two days because of volleyball and it's still in the process of healing. Feel free to correct me