Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O35 ~ Movement

'Love.' You hear a voice somewhere in the distance. 'Darling?' A groan errupts from your throat as you turn your face from Tom's hot breath hitting your skin. 'Wake up, baby. Your phone has been ringing since tonight at three.' You mumble something about throwing it through the window but it's not enough for Tom to just let you sleep. 'I think you should answer. It's your mother.' You groan louder and hold out your hand, motioning for Tom to place your phone in it. He does so and you bring it to your ear while answering.

'Hello?' You don't know what is coming your way, but you get hit in the face with your mom's rant about you not picking up and that she called a lot. 'Excuse you, mom. I'm in the United States and there is this thing called time difference. It's..' You open your eyes and take a peek at the clock. 'It's freaking five am here. It better be important. Like that apology you owe me.' But it's not that apology. '{Y/n}. Listen to me. We saw the news. We know everything that is happening with you and Tom and we need you to come home and talk.' She sounds sad. 'Mom, I can't just come home now. It's an eleven hour flight. I will go next week. If you want, I'll text you the details about my flight. I do think we should talk. Just not now.' You want to speak with your parents. It's been awhile and you want to make it right. Although you do need to hear them say sorry to you. 'Text me the details. We miss you, honey. We really do.' It makes you tear up a little. 'Alright. I've got to go but I'll see you soon, ok?' You say goodbye and hang up the phone. 'Ok, babe. I answered so please let me sleep a little longer.' Tom chuckles and kisses your forehead as he takes your phone from you. 'Yes, of course. Matter fact, I will go back to bed too.' Great.

It's a few hours later and you peacefully wake up by the light shining in through the window. But before you're fully awake, you feel something shifting inside you. 'Wow.' You whisper as you wrap both your hands around it. 'Tom, I think th-' But you can't finish your sentence when a painful kick makes you squeal in surprise but mostly pain. You look to your left and see Tom still snoring peacefully. 'Fuck.' You breathe out when the baby kicks again. 'Wake up.' You nudge his shoulder and watch how he slowly starts to wake up. 'It's moving. Ah! The baby.' A groan leaves your lips. All you feel is discomfort and you hate it. But it's a magical moment as well because this is a good sign. The baby is alive and moving. 'Wha-' He says a little hazy but then realization hits him. 'What?' He shoots up and stares at your stomach where, of course, nothing happens now. 'Oh, I'm sorry! It moved a minute ago! I swear it did!' He whispers that it's fine and places both hands over your belly. It seems to cause a reaction because the baby moves one last time, letting Tom feel it as well. 'Wow!' His smile is from ear to ear and there is a twinkle in his eyes when he meets yours. 'I'm happy it happened again. For you.' You reach out to cup his cheek and smile at him to then pull him in for a tender kiss.

'Ok so, I'll be having a major conversation with my parents when I get home. After that, I would like to, you know, get started on the nursery at your place? By the way, are you absolutely sure about the moving in together? Because we can wait!' He shakes his head and calms you down easily. 'No, I'm sure. And you're right. We should start on it. Unfortunately, I'm not ready with this movie, yet. Although my character is almost ending so I hope I get to go after that. I'm sure they'll understand.' You sure hope they do. 'They're not killing your character off, are they? Because a lot of characters that you have played, died.' He chuckles and shakes his head. 'Aristotle died of some sort of stomach disease. They did not want that in the movie so no. They're not killing me off. I mean, him. They're not killing him off.' He blushes and lays back down. It's funny how he mingles himself with the characters he plays. It's adorable. 'Anyway, fingers crossed that they let me go after I'm done. It could be they want me there to re-do some scenes or that they want something else with the movie that requires me.' You shuffle closer towards him and rest your head on his chest while mumbling that you hope that that's not the case and that you could start painting and decorating soon. 'Can you see it in front of you? Paint on your skin and hair, struggling to put the cradle together, buying dozens of diapers and of course, shopping for baby clothes.' He just smiles to himself while once again, placing one hand on your belly. 'I can hardly wait. I really want to get started because then it's getting close.' You lay your hand over his and whisper that you can't wait to be a family together. 'I don't care what anyone thinks of us, you know? Not anymore. I don't want to care, either. We need to welcome our baby without drama around us. It needs to be loved in a stress free environment.' Tom nods, staring at the ceiling and listening to every word you say. 'You're right. Let's make that happen and let's not care about any negative opinion. But let's do it together because when we're alone, we care. If I'm away, call. If you're away, I'll call. We can do this. As a family. Together.' You look up to him and see him looking back.
'This is cheesy. But true. I love you and let's do this.'