Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O39 ~ Passport

With a sigh you take a seat on the crappy chair in an overly lit room and the integration test before you on the table. You have been studying until you dropped and Tom is sure you will pass.

And he was right. The test was rather easy and you hopped from question to question. After the test there is another test that you have to take but that's in conversation form. But you also fly through that and before you know it, you hear the relieving words. 'Congratulations, miss {y/l/n}. You're officially a citizen of Britain.' You smile and shake the man's hand before leaving the building where Tom is waiting for you. He already knows at your facial expression what the results were. Joking that you failed is out of the question.

'I'm proud of you! You're a brit now!' He kisses you deeply before taking your hand and takes you towards the city hall. It's right around the corner from where you took the test. You grab a number and wait to be called. 'Isn't it exciting?' You whisper to Tom who is doing his absolute best not to be recognized right now. He does that because this is your day and your day only. He doesn't want to make time for anyone else today.

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'Tom! It's official! I took some photos and gave my information and now they're going to make my passport.' You gently cup his face and press a kiss on his lips. 'You're truly stuck with me now!' He laughs and puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. 'I wouldn't want it any other way.' He whispers softly. Meanwhile, in the back of his mind, he is thinking about proposing. He knows this wasn't necessary if he would have asked you already but he also knew that he had to rush you into marriage, then. Get married within those months of your visa and that's what he doesn't want. He wants to take his time, finding the right moment and surprise you with it in a good way. Where you two could take things at your own speed. Besides, he knows you would like to do it this way. Becoming a Brit, by taking the test because then it makes you feel like you didn't "cheat" yourself into citizenship. He respects that and he has a feeling that you would want to get married once the baby is here so you don't have to look at maternity dresses anymore.

'Let's go home.' You say, grabbing his hand and pulling him with you out of city hall. Hearing you say "home" makes him feel so incredibly happy. 'We should adopt a dog.' You say, knowing full well that it's not wise because dogs are a hand full when it comes to their care. They are just like little children and you have one on your way. 'Do you think that's a good idea? Considering we'll be having a child to take care of in a few months.' You let out a sigh and stare at him as you pout slightly. 'I know. It's just, I like having something furry walking around here. But perhaps we should wait until we know how to be decent parents.' He chuckles while pulling you close to him. 'I think so too.' He whispers but he does ask you what kind of dog and the name you would give it. 'Hmm. I would name it Ted, I guess. Because I've watched all the seasons of How I Met Your Mother and I just feel like Ted is a suitable name for a dog because his character was as sweet as one. Perhaps get a second one and name it Barney.' You chuckle and watch how he laughs at your explanation. 'That's funny. And I don't really see it but that's fine. Perhaps I will one day.'

Back home you both start digging through the internet in search of colours, floors and furniture for the nursery. It has priority and you really need to start on it now if you want to finish it on time. 'No way that he or she is going to sleep in our room. Yes, I want to spend as much time with the baby as possible but I need to hear crying through a baby monitor and not straight into my ear. Because it will scare me everytime. No joke.' It makes Tom laugh at your rant because you can see it all go to hell already if you postpone this. 'We'll be fine. And, I know a very good painter who also happens to be really fast. If you know, you still want that forest painted on the wall.' You nod and ask Tom kindly to arrange for him to come over and take a look. And of course, to listen to your wishes.

But you do order the colour paint you want as base and some of the furniture. You have decided to keep the floor that is already in the room because that's easy. A smile is tugging at your lips as you look at the computer screen. It's all coming closer now.