Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Later

I quickly tidied up from dinner and went to kiss the children good night.

"Goodnight Archie, don't stay up too late reading, hmmm? I love you" I lent down and kissed his forehead.
"Is nan feeling better?"
"A little"
"What was wrong?"
"Oh she ummm... She's just not very well at the moment babe. Hopefully she'll feel better soon. We'll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?"
"Ok. Goodnight mum. I love you"

I went into Olivia's room as Tom stepped out smiling at me.

"Give me 10 minutes, then come to our room?"I nodded with a big grin across my face. He lent down and kissed me on the cheek before disappearing. The last time he'd given me a time frame, Loki was waiting for me. My internal self started jumping up and down doing a happy dance.

"Goodnight Olivia, I love you" she was all tucked up under the duvet.
"Love you too mum" I gave her a kiss and she grabbed hold of me pulling me closer.
She whispered in my ear, "do you think Tom would mind if I started to call him dad?"
"Umm..." I couldn't stop the tear escaping when she asked that.
"I.. I don't think he would. Why do you want to start calling him dad?"
"Well, it just seems right"

My breathing hitched and I held her tighter.

"If you want to I'm sure Tom would love that" I kissed her forehead.
"Ok good. Well goodnight mum, I love you"
"I love you too sweetie"

I left her room with silent happy tears streaming down my face. I went to the separate bathroom to just have a moment to process what Olivia had said.

I lent over the marble sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was so indescribably filled with emotions. Overwhelming happy. I didn't want to tell Tom. This was going to be better, much better for him if Olivia just naturally said it. A beautiful moment for them both to treasure.

I splashed some water on my face and composed myself. OK... I left the bathroom and marched to our bedroom. I needed a cuddle.

The bedroom door was closed, I didn't know if I should knock or something, so I hesitated in front of it. Uh, screw it, I just opened the door slowly and stepped in.

The room was dimly lit with the fairy lights again and there was soft music playing in the background. 'There will be time' by Mumford and Sons.
There were white and red rose petals scattered all over the floor and bed. He'd covered the vanity dresser in lit candles. It was beautiful, like something from a fairy tale. Extremely romantic and intimate.

"Wow" I felt completely underdressed, for the second time today. Stood there in joggers, a marvel t-shirt and my hair in a messy bun. This setting deserved a beautiful gown with the full works of hair and makeup.

I felt Tom's presence behind me before he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me tight to him. I placed my arms over his, relishing the feeling of being held so lovingly.

I could hear him breathing heavily as he lent down and kissed my neck. There was a slight tremble to his kiss though. He took a deep breath in, "I missed you".
He moved one of his hands up and produced a single rose in front of me.

"Thank you, this is beautiful" I gestured out to the room as I took hold of the rose and smelt it. The soft petals just skimmed my lips.
"As are you" he kissed my neck again.
He sighed and squeezed me tight.
Something seemed wrong like he was hesitant or nervous.

"Are you ok?" I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't really move much as he was holding me so tightly.
"Tom?"
"Mmhmm?"
"What's going on? Is something wrong?" My heart starting beating faster. My senses were getting overwhelmed. I suddenly realised that he had changed and was in a long sleeved shirt. He had definitely sprayed his aftershave on very recently. It smelt so strongly all of a sudden. Intoxicating me and making my head feel fuzzy.
"No... Nothings wrong at all darling" he whispered it into my ear. His breath tickled my neck in the most sensual way possible.
He took another deep breath and slowly loosened his grip, stepping around in front of me.

He was smiling at me and didn't break eye contact. He had changed into a white dress shirt, the top three buttons undone with a pair of blue straight cut suit trousers that looked exactly like the ones when we had first met in the office. In fact, he was wearing the exact same outfit when we had first met minus the shoes.

He took hold of my hands in his. I still was holding onto the rose. He stared down at it and smiled.

My heart starting racing even faster, the events of today started rushing through my mind.
Emma, the awkward, trying to avoid my questions as to why she was here. The kids giggling with Tom and looking at me like they had been plotting. The looks from Tom I'd had throughout the day. My stomach started doing summersaults, my hands were sweaty and my heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest.

Was he doing what I thought he was doing.

I stared at him, but because he was still looking at my hands I could only see the top of his head.

"Tom?"

He looked up at me and smiled shyly taking a few deep breaths. He lifted one hand from mine and traced his finger along the side of my face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. Then placed his whole palm against the side of my face. I lent into it.
He looked deep into my eyes and took another deep breath.

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful. I'd never been one for Shakespeare, but when Tom had just recited this to me, so... so meaningfully, it all made sense.

"Rebecca Louise Wilson, I have loved you from the moment I saw you. You are my world, my everything. I can not live in this world with out you by my side. I want us to be the family you, Archie and Olivia deserve."

He hadn't stopped looking at me. Tears started to burn in the back of my eyes. I couldn't blink, I didn't want to miss a single millisecond of him. He let go of my face and bent down on one knee, still holding my hands in one of his and produced from his back pocket the velvet bag I saw Emma gave to him earlier. He let go of my hand and pulled out a diamond ring.

"Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me Becca?"

"I..."