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77. Tom Hiddleston | Ruined (I)

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

summary: Six months into dating Tom, the topic of kids had never arisen. Until you're sitting there with a positive pregnancy test in hand.

Drabble Prompt #19: "And that's how you ruin a life. Congratulations."

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The topic of children had never arisen in the last six months and you were too afraid to ask. But now as you sat on the edge of your bed with the pregnancy test in hand, it had to become a topic. Your insides were churning as you sat there, your eyes scanning across the two lines repeatedly. You had only been dating Tom for six months. You thought you two were being careful during sex, yet something had to get screwed up.

You knew he was family-oriented, but you also knew at this point in his career? A kid could easily be detrimental. Rubbing your face in your hands, you wanted to scream. You had absolutely no clue how this conversation was about to play out when he crossed the threshold of your front door in...

"Darling, where are you?"

Shit.

Now.

"I'm up here, Tom!" You yelled, quickly wiping the stray tears off of your cheeks. Sniffling, you were about to hurry and toss the test into the trash, but Tom was quicker than you anticipated. Just as you were turning to move, he opened the door to your bedroom. Upon seeing you, his baby blues softened, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hi, gorgeous," He smiled at you, but then his eyes averted to your hands, those eyebrows immediately pinching together. "What do you have there?"

You quickly shook your head, but Tom crossed the floor with a quickness.

Grabbing your hands in his, he pried them open to see the test. Immediately, you watched as his eyes transferred between you and the positive pregnancy test, the silence too loud.

"Are... You're pregnant?" Tom craned his head to the side. You inhaled deeply, nodding your head.

"I know we haven't talked about children and of course it's too early, we've only been together six months, but," You started but paused when Tom released you.

"Yeah, emphasis on six months." He snapped at you, making you flinch. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the forty-year-old man moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He raked his fingers through his hair, twirling the ends that rested on his shoulders as he glared at the floor.

"And that's how you ruin a life. Congratulations." Tom muttered under his breath, making your eyes snap upwards.

"Excuse me?" You dared him.

Tom laughed. "You heard me." The older man snapped at you, causing you to form a scowl.

"Ruin a life? Shit, Tom. Last time I checked, it takes two to make a baby." You threw the words at him. He shook his head, laughing to himself.

"I can't even begin to deal with this!" He pointed at you.

"What are you saying?" You muttered under your breath.

Tom's piercing blue eyes looked up at you, registering an emotion you hadn't seen. Anger. Tom never found himself becoming angry at you, so seeing the emotion spread so smoothly across his face was terrifying.

"I'm saying, you're on your own." He stood up. "I'm saying that a baby? Can't happen, not for me. With everything that's going on in my life? Absolutely not. And I really don't think we need to continue either." As the words poured from his mouth, laced in venom, you felt your heart shatter deep in your chest.

So that was it? He was breaking up with you?

"And how do I even know the child's mine? I've been in and out of the country, you could've easily,-" - "Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence, Thomas." You pointed an index finger at him, closing the distance.

Shoving him back, you rolled your eyes, but your eyes recentered on him.

"Call me a whore and I will fucking end your career." You growled. "Never have I once cheated on you or even contemplated the idea!" You screamed.

Tom kept his eyes glued onto you and your next gesture sealed the coffin.

"GET THE HELL OUT, THOMAS!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, using every ounce of your force to shove him backward. Tears streamed down your face as you pushed him back more, shoving him to the door. Opening it, you nearly shoved him down the stairs had he not grabbed onto the railing for support.

"AND DON'T YOU FUCKING EVER CALL ME AGAIN!" You screamed. You watched as he made his way down the stairs and walked out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

As soon as his shadow disappeared, you sat on the top step and broke down. The tears fell from your eyes, your knees pulled into your chest. The sobs were emerging from your chest, your shoulders shaking with each cry.

Before long, you had found yourself crawling into the bed, pulling the covers over you. The scent of his cologne still lingered from the previous nights he laid beside you. You grabbed the pillow he normally slept on and pulled it into your chest, the tears staining.

How could he?