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78. Tom Hiddleston | Seven Months (II)

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

summary: The night Tom walked out on you after you told him you were pregnant, you never thought you'd see him again. Until...

warnings: angst, mature language, reader is absolutely hilarious at the end, cute fluffy stuff!

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"I'll be surprised if you make it full term," Your best friend smiled at you as the two of you strolled down the streets of London. Grinning, you rubbed your belly, the warm hot chocolate nestled in your hands.

"Honestly? Me too." You sighed. Your pregnancy had, for the most part, run smoothly. You hit a few bumps in the road, especially in the beginning, as you were honestly going through something traumatic.

Your boyfriend of six months, none other than Hollywood famous Tom Hiddleston, essentially walked out on you. You told him you were pregnant, which he evidently didn't like. The result was him more so the baby wasn't his, inquiring that you cheated. Which you most certainly hadn't.

Screaming for the man to get out of your house, that left you alone, other than with your friends and family who tried to be as supportive as they could be. But deep down? You wanted him. You laid there countless nights, dreaming of what a family would have looked like with Tom in the picture.

You understood, he was scared. But he was also the one who got you pregnant. Just as you told him the night he walked out, it takes two to make a baby. You both were to blame for this, not just one.

The thought of keeping the baby crossed your mind heavily. Part of you wondered if you shouldn't have just ended it, maybe Tom would've been happy. But then you saw that sweet child on the ultrasound and heard an actual heartbeat. Once the sound crossed your ears, you were sealed.

"Has he spoken to you any?" Your friend asked, trudging along beside you.

Sighing, you shook your head. "No, and part of me thinks I never will." There was an evident sad tone to your voice, to which she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you to her.

You two were making your way around the corner when you noticed a familiar dog that looked a lot like Tom's Cocker Spaniel, Bobby. That dog adored you and essentially became yours once you started staying at Tom's on the weekends.

The handler of the leash turned his eye and that's when you realized.

It was Tom.

"Oh no," You gasped. His eyes immediately recognized you. You watched as they did a double table on your protruding belly, his mouth seemingly falling open. Your friend glanced in the direction and gasped next.

"Oh my God," She whispered. It was then you saw him start to make his way over. You immediately turned on your heel, starting to walk faster.

"Y/N!" His voice called out, making you already begin to tear up.

Your friend glanced back. "He's still following you. Maybe you need to talk to him?"

You glared at her. "He left me!" You reminded her. "He doesn't want this baby. He doesn't want me! Why should I give him the time of day?" You prodded.

But Tom's voice was still lingering behind you. Groaning, you told your friend to carry on. Turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him down.

"What the hell do you want, Tom?" You spat out, your voice laced with pure venom.

He stared at you, Bobby sitting beside him. His eyes looked down at your stomach yet again, his mind faltering for the words to say. You pulled the jacket further around your bump, concealing yourself from his eyes.