Just in Time (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

Chapter 31: Blurs and Lives

A/N:  Hello, lovely readers! I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated Tom and Kenni's story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please be sure to comment!  Thank you!!

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The next few days are a blur. Tom is very busy with his work, having several projects to attend to other than our collaboration. I'm busy as well with Just in Time. We've also received loads of congratulations from friends, family, and fans. Ben and Sophie even sent the most beautiful mobile for above Champ's crib.

Some of the fans have not been so well wishing, though. There have been some hateful remarks, especially down the line that I've somehow duped Tom into being with me by getting pregnant. I try to ignore them. After all, they're opinion of me is none of my business, to paraphrase the Dalai Lama. But I can't deny that these comments piss me off.

The week is almost at its end. I'm relieved because it means I'll have a couple of days to recharge. Only one more hurdle to get past, and that's a movie premier Tom is attending. Well, Tom and I are attending. It's not for one of his films, but a friend. Plus, Luke thinks it will be a great first outing as a couple.  I'm not so sure.

"Kenni, it will be fine. I'll be by your side the entire time," Tom says, reassuring me once more. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, then resume looking in my closet for something to wear. With my limited options, I decide on the dress I wore to the auditions.

"What if I have to pee, like, 50 million times?" I say. Tom chuckles at this, and I glare at him from under my lashes. He quiets down but there's still a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Then, I'll walk with you to the restroom, like, 50 million times," he says.

I huff at this. "You don't need to walk with me. I'm a big girl, you know."

Tom steps toward me and wraps his arms around me from behind. It's lucky his arms are so long. A normal mortal man wouldn't be able to reach all the way around me at this stage in my pregnancy.

"I know you're a big girl, Love. It's the fact that you're my girl that makes me want to do these things for you."

If I think back over the last week, Tom has done quite a lot for me. He does most of the cooking (which he insists on now to eat healthy for Champ) so I don't have to be on my feet, he checks on me when I'm at the studio (either through phone calls or actually stopping in) to make sure I'm okay. He even insists on mostly showering with me. I suspect it's to get a little frisky, though he says it's because showers pose a slipping hazard.

"Plus, I know you. You'd make a run for it if I give you a chance," he adds, a playful smirk on his lips. I smirk back at him, though I know there's more truth to his statement than I'd ever admit.

After doing my makeup and hair, getting dressed and putting on a pair of heels (much to Tom's chagrin), I'm as ready as a prize pig at the county fair. That's because, at nearly eight months of pregnancy, I feel like a pig.

Tom helps me into our waiting car and jogs around to the other side to enter. I huff at him when he gets in. "I could have scooted over. I'm not that enormous," I say, looking out the window.

"Kenni," Tom says, getting my attention. He's smiling at me in the sweet, somewhat condescending way he does when he knows I'm being difficult. "I did not expect you to 'scoot', as you put it. It's so I can run back around and assist you properly in getting out of the car when we get there," he says, lifting my hand to kiss it. "When will you let me simply treat you like the queen you are?" he adds almost absently.