Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O25 ~ First

 You're twelve weeks pregnant when you get the first ultrasound. Initially you wanted to have the first with eight weeks but Tom couldn't be there and you want him to be. A small baby bump is visible and you love watching it grow with the weeks.

'Miss {y/l/n}? Please come in.' You follow the doctor into the room with Tom right behind you. 'Please lay on the table, thank you.' You do as she says and watch how she grabs her equipment while you roll your shirt up to expose your stomach. 'I believe this is your first ultrasound. If you want, I could see the sex of the baby. That's already visible with twelve weeks.' You and Tom are shaking your head. 'No, we would like it to be a surprise. Just a health check would be fine.' You look at Tom who nods. 'Please.' He politely says while holding your hand. You could tell he's nervous but so are you. It are healthy nerves and who can blame you? You're about to see your child for the very first time.

'A surprise it is, then.' The doctor smiles at you and puts some lube on your stomach to then place the scan on you. A heartbeat immediately fills your ears what makes you squeeze Tom's hand tightly. When you look at him, you see that he's tearing up. She shows you where everything is except the gender before saying that the baby is healthy. It makes you smile, you honestly feel so happy right now and seeing Tom it just increases that happiness.

'Wow, {y/n}! I can't describe how I feel right now.' Tom tells you as the doctor is done cleaning you up and he has the chance of placing both hands on your stomach. 'I love you, Tom! I can't wait to meet our little bundle of joy.' He has tears burning in his eyes again.

The doctor interrupts your moment together. 'Should we make an appointment already or will you call?' Oh. You don't know! This is new for you but you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. 'I'll call.' She nods and tells you that you are done now. Tom helps you from the bed and takes your hand before you both walk out of the room.

'I panicked.' You say back in the car. 'I freaking panicked. I wanted to make an appointment beforehand.' Tom chuckles and calms you down. 'No worries, darling. We'll make the next one in a few days. Ok?' He says it so calmly and so it is working on you. 'Ok. You're right. It's not the end of the world.' Tom takes you back towards his home and within a few minutes you are on the sofa with a glass of juice. 'I would love some wine but there is a baby standing in between me and that beautiful glass of wine.' You say, pouting when Tom comes back with that beautiful red coloured liquid. 'Oh relax darling! You're carrying life! That's better than anything alcoholic.' You beg to differ at the moment but you know he's right.

'I think we should talk about names.' You say out of nowhere. 'Why? Do you have a name that you really want?' You shrug, telling him it's nice to be on one page on this and not arguing about it so that when the baby comes, it won't be nameless for a few weeks. 'I'm fine with almost everything as long as it's not tacky.' Tacky? 'Like?' He shrugs, showing you that he isn't planning on elaborating. 'Ok, I was thinking about Oliver for a boy or Lucas and I don't know a girls name yet. Now I do think we're getting a boy.' He tilts his head a little to the side. 'You think?' You nod, rubbing your stomach softly. 'I have a feeling. But I could be wrong.' He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes it softly. 'I honestly can't wait to meet him or her. But we're going to need a room where he or she can sleep. But seeming that we don't live together, I feel like we should talk some more about that.' You hadn't even thought about that to begin with. 'I don't know if..' He starts, drawing circles on your thighs with his finger. 'I don't know if I can take it with you and the baby so far from me all the time.' Goosebumps are setting over your body as you wait for the next sentence to come out of his mouth. 'Would you be interested to.. move in with me?' He stares at you to see your reaction and he subconciously thinks that you will never accept his offer but he couldn't be more wrong. 'Of course I would be interested.' You smile and lean in to meet his lips.