Tom Hiddleston One-shots

Handi - Love PT. 1

Tom Hiddleston walked the red carpet that today and was back home in  bed with his wife that night. Slowly he carried her to bed, both were buzzed from the wine they had and were laughing like morons on their way up the stairs.

"You seriously don't know what I want to do to you, you sexy beast." She mumbled passed their kiss.

ehehe "Same to you. But first let's get you to bed before I ravish you."

He opened the door, not showing any signs that his wife's weight was interrupting his grip. She laughed as he walked into the bed and tossed her down on the king size bed before crawling up her body and pulling her knickers down slowly, kissing her inner thigh before giving a love bite to her hip, earning a squeal from her.

"I love that sound, especially when I do this."

He pulled her shirt over her head and took in her nipples between his fingers, gently rolling them between his fingers well going back to kissing her. A moan made it passed her lips when she had to pull away for air. Tom took the moment of her exposed neck to suckle her sweet spot behind her ear.

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(Y/N) leaned on Tom's chest, watching his chest go up and down with each breath he made, sweat drops were freckled across his body. Tracing freckle to freckle as she just enjoyed his body under hers was always so calming, his chest hair under her fingers.

"You wanna go again?" He asked.

A slight chuckle left her lips but she shook her head.

"No, I think we both had enough.... Plus you need to be up early for the interview and bags under your eyes don't look good on you."

"Or...,". He started sitting up and pulling her on his lap and pulling her legs over the side of the bed so he could stand up with her easier, "We can go one more time in the shower before bed time."

He stood up with her and walked to the hall, holding her to him with a Cheshire smile on his face.

"No! You goof, we go home tomorrow and then we can have all the fun we want." She laughed, sitting down in her chair and wheeling herself to the living room, giving Tom no time to object.

"But....."

"NO!" (Y/N) shouted from the next room.

"I'll hide your chair again till you cave into my demands." He threatened teasingly.

"don't be cruel. I'll call your mum again."

Tom walked into the living room, arms crossed and smiling smugly.

"You'll be the end of me.... And stop calling mum. She's gonna clip me across the ear again."

He walked over and kissed her.

"By the way love, We should call mum about the kids. I'm sure they miss us and it is almost bed time."

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"You've never regretted being with me? Having this damn chair right?" (Y/N) asked, suddenly getting the thought that maybe that is why she never goes to his events.

Tom stood up and looked down at her confused, brows knitted together before sighing and sitting down in front of her on the coffee table.

"Where is this doubt and low self esteem coming from darling?" He asked, folding his hands in front on him.

"It's been bugging me lately.... You go to these public events and never once have you ever asked me to go with you... Your dad comes to them with you and I have yet to even leave London with you unless it is to be on location."

"Love, you are in physical therapy to get usage of your legs. I have never once thought you would want to go with me..... You made it so clear that you wanted to stay out of the spot light."

"Can you still love me if I don't look like everyone else?"

"Enough (Y/N)! I have loved you since the moment I seen you 15 years ago at Eton. I will NEVER regret being with you and I will NEVER want for another woman as long as your in my life. You are the woman of my dreams and I will NEVER leave you. You are my world, my reason for waking up in the morning, my reason for breathing, eating, living. You are my everything," He assured her, taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her, "You, the boys and this little one who is due soon. You four are my greatest accomplishments."

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Those words rung out in her head as she took her first steps. She was doing this for Tom she told herself, She was getting married to him for their 15th wedding anniversary and she was damn well going to do good by him. She would walk again.... She would not let the car accident that crippled her mess up her life any longer. She refused therapy to walk for far to long. She told Tom she was told she would never walk again by her doctor and luckily he never talked to her team of specialist about her condition. How she kept it from him for so long was a shock. But him being a actor helped when he was away and she could make up some bull crap story about going to said therapy.

They had their kids to worry about too. Story was now 8, Jameson was 7 and their youngest, Adia Rose was 5. She had to do this. She had to stop thinking of reasons to give in to her depression and accept that she was not worthless.

"Okay (Y/N), you can do this. one more step and you can take a break." Rick coached her, her main therapist she had now, he had pushed her like she liked and in these last few months that Tom has been away. She managed to take a few steps and gain her strength back and here she was taking 18 full steps before she got exhausted and had to sit down.

"I did it! 21 steps!" She exclaimed.

"Yes but look at you. You look like you're ready to faint." Rick scolded, handing her her water bottle.

"It took me 14 months to get to this point, if I pass out it would be from being so happy."

"Give us another few months and we can be at 30 steps. We're done for the day. See you next week."

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That night she tried her chances. She put the kids to bed and wheeled to the hallway that led to the front door. The walls were basically bare so she could use them for support. Getting up without someone helping her was the hardest thing she had to do but she did it. Her chair tipped over though and there was no way she could tip it back up on her own so she left it. She could make her steps to her room on her own down the hall. Taking those first 20 steps were hard, her legs were sore from her earlier session and she had to lean on the walls several times to catch her breath and try to calm down. She got to her bedroom door and it would be another six steps. She took two of them and fell with a big thud to the ground.

Her hair fell in her face as she lay on the ground weeping. This was not supposed to go this way. She was supposed to be walking and enjoying time with the kids outside in the sun, going to the zoo and the park. The beach on those warm days that permitted her to walk in the hot sand well she would watch the kids playing in the water.

This was wrong! She pushed herself up and dragged herself to the bed and used the frame to stand up. She was going to fucken walk whether she liked it or not.

"Mommy?" A little voice called out.

(Y/N)'s head jerked to the door, Adia was stood at the door rubbing her eye well clinging to her stuffed bear her uncle Benedict got her when she was born. Her name was inscribed in it and that was how hers and Tom's family learn they were having a girl. They sent a picture of the bear to everyone.

"Hey Aidee, Mummy is trying to get to bed. Want to lay down with me?"

"When is daddy coming home?" Adia asked, ignoring her mother standing up and laid down in bed and waited for her mother to lay with her.

"Soon love, we have just a few more days and he will be back here and we can kick his butt for leaving okay?" She asked.

Adia giggled at her mother, yawning.