Tom Hiddleston Oneshots.

Daddy to be

Tom just sat down on the lounge chair and gotten comfortable after taking hold of his book. 'Hamlet.' As he began to flick through to his place a piece of paper fell out and it fluttered down onto the grass. Tom frowned his brows as he leaned over to reach for it. On the front of the folded piece of paper said"Tommy," which was written in your handwriting. He placed his book onto his onto his chest and unfolded the paper to read it.

"Go to the kitchen x." It read. Tom was confused by your request, as he wondered why you wrote the note and hid it in his book. Nonetheless he followed your instructions after leaving his book on the lounge chair.

He headed through the double glass French doors into the kitchen. You weren't there as it turned out. He glanced around a bit to see what he was meant to be doing. He soon spotted another piece of paper next to the cookie jar. He picked up the propped up piece of paper as soon as he'd gotten further into the room. This time the paper wasn't folded and it was a little smaller than the last one too.

"You....

check the living room." Tom chuckled upon realising you were sending him on a scavenger hunt, of some sorts around the house. He was starting to feel giddy already.

Tom made his way to the living room with a slight bounce in his step. Although the next piece was a littler harder to find. It took him several minutes to noticed you'd wedged it between the mirror above the fire place.

"Are...

check the jag." Tom discarded the clue and hastily made his way through the house and out the front door. Retrieving his keys from the bowl on the table by the door on his way out.

Firstly he checked the glove compartment as it seemed to be the most obvious place, but there wasn't anything in there. He kept searching and searching his jag until he found the next clue, he found it hidden under the blanket in the boot. The very same blanket he hadn't taken out in over two month, when Tom had taken you to the beach for a picnic, and he decided to spend the night over in a hotel.

"Going...

check the landing."

Tom sat in his jag a little longer as he reflected back on the clues he'd found thus far. "You. Are. Going."

"On a cruise? To Hawaii? You are going...humm...to see 'Twelfth Night' at the Globe Theatre?" Tom tried guessing out loud the things you'd both been talking about recently. Anything that you may have planned, but he wasn't sure about any of them.

Next stop the landing after Tom had locked his car and headed back inside. He found the landing one easier as it was tapped on the wall.

"To...

check the bathroom."

Now with four clues in Tom wasn't feeling like he was any closer to making a guess, other than the ones he'd already thought of. Yet he did find the next clue in the shower which was attached to the head of the shower itself.

"Be a...

check the spare bedroom." Tom was surprised to read two words on this piece of paper. Although he hoped this would be the second to last clue as he was feeling impatient to know the answer. He made his way to the spare bedroom at the other end of the landing.

Tom turned the door handle and pushed the door open wide. He was frozen to the spot suddenly. His eyes widening upon seeing a huge sign saying "Daddy" hanging on the wall. A painting of a blue baby elephant was underneath it. The elephant was holding onto a rainbow coloured umbrella as it looked up to the rainbow coloured raindrops. Then below that was a crib with light wood and grey covers on them. There was a mobile with the moon and stars hanging above the crib. The rest of the room he discovered was fully decorated and equipped for expecting parents, as he ventured further in once his feet allowed him to move.

As he stood in the middle of the room surrounded by baby things he raised his hands to his face, cupping each side of his nose in a prayer like manner. He had started to cry now it was all settling in.

"Happy father's day, my love!" You said happily from the door. The sound of your voice made Tom turn around to face you.

"I'm going to be a Dad?!" Tom smiled through his tears.

"Yes, you're going to be a Dad!" You confirmed again.

Tom raced to you and enveloped you into a hug before kissing your lips tenderly.