𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

31 ~ Love Like You

EPILOGUE - Third Person

"Jesus Christ- Thomas! Can you please change Petey?! I'm trying to control your demon spawn!" Ruth yelled to her husband, chasing around the curly headed 2 year old who squeals and giggles as her mother runs after her. Love screams in joy as Ruth picks the little girl up from under her arms, mimicking a monster as the baby boy sits an watches, gurgling and cooing incoherent words. Tom looks through the window of the cottage, wiping his hands of the soapy suds and smiles at the scene, making his way outside.

"Little man did a stinky, huh? Did ya?" Tom grabs his son, roaring as he stomps around with the hanging baby. Peter squeals and giggles at his father, flinging around with the movements before grabbing onto his dads curly hair as he brings him to his shoulder. Tom walks over to his wife who sits with their little baby, playing with the cars she chose for herself.

"What's going on over here?" He asks, kissing his wife on the cheek and settling next to her, undoing Peter's changing mat on the plush grass and grabs the small bag on baby wipes and nappies.

"Cars!" Love squeals, blowing raspberrys to imitate the car noise. Ruth laughs at her daughter, brushing her fingers through her brown hair as she smiles down at her. Tom watches his beautiful girls, a smile on his lips. Though it fades as Tom feels a liquid hit his arm and shirt, causing him to screech.

"Peter! Yuck!" He exclaims, wiping himself of the urine. Peter giggles, pushing his legs up and wiggling around on the spot as Tom cleans up his 8 month old. Peters blue eyes find it's way to his mothers mix matching ones, giggling as Ruth makes a funny face. Tom changes Peters dipper, letting him crawl along the grass to his big sister, picking up a car to chew on. Ruth sighs, resting her side on Tom's as he wraps his arm around her shoulder, kissing the bare skin before resting his chin on it.

"I want another" He whispers in her ear, his lips grazing the shell of it before lightly nibbling on it. Ruth smacks him, worried about the kids seeing the subtle act of lust. She giggles in his ear, feeling like a school girl before sighing softly, looking into his eyes lovingly.

"Well, maybe we won't have to wait much longer.." She whispers, grabbing his hand and softly placing it on her tummy, the flowy dress covering the bump. His eyes widen, looking at her and she smiles sheepishly.

"How long have you known?" Tom mumbles, rubbing her tummy, trying to suppress his excitement for the kids. Ruth mumbles out a small 'three weeks', and as Tom was about to open his mouth to speak, a car pulls up on their gravel driveway. They both stand, Tom staying close to his wife, still processing.

"Gampa!" Love calls, rushing over to Steve as he steps out of his car. The man chuckles, bending down for his granddaughter and hugging her tightly, kissing all over her face. Peter squeals, crawling over to the two, but Ruth picks him up making him pout at his mum.

"Hi dad" Ruth smiles, walking over to her father and hugging his side, kissing his cheek. He greets the couple and coos at the black haired baby on her hip. Tom shakes Steve's hand, grabbing Love's hand so that she can help him carry down their stuff- sleepover at grandpa's every third Friday.

"How do you no get sick of doing this every week?" Ruth questions, handing him her son to let him strap Peter into the baby seat. Steve shrugs, kissing the little boys head before turning back to his daughter.

"Guess I was always prepared to have more kids, so now I'm using all that now" He smiles, pulling his daughter to his side to watch Tom help Love pack away some toys to take, laughing and playing with his daughter in the process. Ruth sighs, leaning her head against his shoulder, and he rests his cheek on her head.

"Your mum would be so proud of you, Pumpkin.." Steve kisses her head, rubbing her arm. Ruth stays quiet, but Steve knows she's grateful. Tears weld in her eyes, her gaze going up to the cloudy sky and she sighs, holding her dad close before looking back at her husband who starts walking over with their daughter, smile faltering as he sees her teary eyes.

"Thank you again, Steve. We'd be lost without you" Tom chuckles, shaking his hand again and putting the kids stuff in the back of the car, kissing their children goodbye. They stand in front of the drive way, waving goodbye as they pull out of the car park and drive off.

Tom rubs her tummy again, still in disbelief.

"You ok? You looked like you were gonna cry before, Doll" Tom asks, kissing her cheek as they walk inside. Ruth nods her head, sitting on the couch and letting Tom lay his head in her lap and kiss her stomach, raking her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah.. Jus' happy"

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Thank you for reading my first fanfic! I'm going to start writing a new Arvin Russell one so look out for that :)

-Peter<3