Tom Hiddleston, The Husband

"Almost there love." Tom texted me as I sat at the restaurant bar waiting for him.

"Ok." I texted back. I sigh and take a sip of wine annoyed. Dinner like this is very rare for Tom and I, and of course, the one night we do get to go out he is late...

"Excuse me miss?" A male voice interrupts my thought.

"Yes?" I turn around to the handsome gentleman

"I'm sorry to bother you, but you look so familiar." He says.

"Umm I don't know." I smile

"What do you do?" He asks

"Well currently, a struggling music artist." I laugh.

"Artist huh? Well my name is Eric Bristow, I run a talent agency. Your name is?"

"Rebecca Hiddleston" I say with excitement.

"Well, Rebecca, I am always on the look out for new faces, I would love to hear some samples." He smiles at me.

"Really? I would love that! Thank you so much." I say

"Here's my card, feel free to contact me anytime." Eric says handing me his business card.

"Darling.." I hear a voice and a hand grips my shoulder. It was Tom.

"Thomas!" I say turning to him giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Who is this?" Tom says shooting Eric a stern look.

"Eric Bristow, Bristow Talent. You are?" Eric says extending a hand

"Tom Hiddleston, the husband." He says sternly and proudly gripping Eric's hand. I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Rebecca our table is ready." Tom says

"Great, I am starving. Eric thank you so much, I will call you to set up a meeting." I say shaking his hand.

"The pleasure is mine, Can't wait to hear from you." He says and Tom leads me to our table.

We sit down at the table and I watch Tom as he eyes the bar where Eric is sitting.

"You are not going to call him, and you sure as hell are not going to his office." He hissed

"Why?" I say

"Because I said so." He says and picks up the menu.

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my father." I cross my arms.

"No, but I am your husband, and I don't want you to see him. He was flirting with you." He puts the menu down and adjusts his suit jacket.

"Seriously? Why do you get so jealous when men talk to me?" I glare at him.

"Because you are my wife and I know how men are." He gives me a pissed off glare.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Rebecca, I swear if you roll your eyes at me one more time, I will spank the shit out of you in front of all these people, including your little friend Eric. Now stop acting like a fucking brat." He growled at me.

"You are such an fucking asshole sometimes." I spit back at him just as the waiter arrives.

We ate our dinner in very little conversation, and head home a short time later. We immediately go to bed.

*******

The next morning, Our little spat from the night before is forgotten and after breakfast Tom gets ready for his full day of meetings and interviews.