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128. Tom Hiddleston | Full Time Job

By : just-the-hiddles | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader (more of gen fic)

Summary: Tom is left to parent his twin sons, Henry and James while the reader takes a much needed vacation. It is not as easy as he thought.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

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One Month Earlier

"Honestly, dear, it can be all that bad. You used to run entire movie productions before this." Tom scoffed at his phone screen.

You narrowed his eyes at him. "Which pales compared to raising your children. James and Henry are one hundred times worse than any prima donna movie star. They get that from their father."

Tom resisted rolling his eyes. "You're a real comedian. You missed your calling."

"Well now, the only calls I answer are the boys screaming 'Mum!' or 'No!'. That is my life now. I was done with people bossing me around when I stopped being a production assistant."

Tom smirked. "You wanted kids."

"One at a time. Not twin boys who are hell bent on taking this house apart brick by brick." Someone knocked on Tom's trailer door. You sighed. "Go."

Tom smiled. "I'll be home in a month."

You smiled back even as James snuck behind you and whacked your leg with something hard and plastic. "I miss you and I love you."

"I love you too, darling. One month." He blew a kiss at the phone before switching off the phone.

You placed the phone on the kitchen counter and spun around to find both of your sons behind you. They hid their weapons of choice behind their backs. Their faces sticky with some dark unknown substance you were afraid to guess as to its origin.

"No hitting Mummy while she is talking to Daddy." you scolded.

"DADDY!" they screamed in unison.

"Not for another month. Time for a bath and then bedtime."

"NOOO!!" The three-year-olds took off through the house, blond curls bouncing.

"James Thomas and Henry William Hiddleston, if you make me chase you..." Your voice trailed off. You didn't even have the energy to finish your empty threat. Instead, you picked up the now discarded play sword and what was once a toy tennis racquet and ambled towards the boys' favorite hiding places.

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Present Day

"Now the snacks are all labelled in the fridge. The pediatrician phone number is on the table. Don't feed them any sweets. They have a dental appointment in the morning on Monday." You rattled off instructions to Tom while he stared at you, arms crossed.

"I am their father. I am capable of caring for them." Tom huffed with a smile, walking towards you. "Go enjoy the weekend with your friends. We will be fine here."

You stared up at him as his arms enveloped you, pulling you into his chest. A loud crash echoed from the living room.

"I'm calling and cancelling." you stated, pulling away from Tom to find the phone. He held you tight.

"No. You're not." A horn beeped outside. "That's the car to take you to the train station." You released you from his grip to grab your weekend bag and purse. "You are going to enjoy this time off while I get in some quality father-son time." He smiled and your shoulders slumped.