Not A Mistake ~ Tom Hiddleston

O43 ~ Birth

'Eight centimetres. I suspect one more hour. Perhaps one and a half and then we can start delivering your baby.' The doctor tells you and it panics you. Tom still isn't here and you would have thought he would by now. Along with your parents. It's been five and a half hours since you last talked to him. 'Could you call Tom and see where he is? I'm worried!' You ask Tom and he nods, immediately leaving the room to call your boyfriend. Contractions are now coming and going at full speed, making you feel like you're going to die soon.

Tom's parents are entering the room, both wearing huge smiles on their faces. 'Hello there!' Diana is holding a large bouquet of flowers in her hand and is asking the nurse if she could get a vase after greeting you with a kiss on your cheek. 'Oh dear. You feel quite hot!' You look at her with a knowing expression. 'Did you hear from Tom?' You ask them and they nod, telling you that he's told them to come here. It's not exactly what you mean. 'No, I mean now. I would have thought he would be here by now.' It hurts. He promised you and you don't want to give birth when he's not here.

Tom walks back in the room with a regretful look on his face. 'I tried calling him. Multiple times but he's not answering..' What if something happened to him on his way here? It's another worry that is haunting your mind. And what about your parents? Are they ok? 'Oh no.. What if they missed their flight? This baby can't come if Tom isn't here.' Your breathing is unsteady while your whole body shrinks together when another contraction hits. Diana is trying her best to ease your mind, telling you that they probably are delayed. An hour at most. 'They'll be here shortly. I'm sure of it.' Her voice is soothing you but the fear is not gone.

Another hour passes and the doctor is checking on you again. 'Ten centimetres. We're good to go.' Shit! She and a nurse are grabbing the ends of your bed and are taking you out the room and towards the delivery room. You try hard to think about happy things since your stress level is so high, mixed with severe pain and the feeling that your body is on fire. The contractions are barely to endure now and you want it out. But then again, not without Tom here.

'If we're lucky, you can hold your baby in no time.' You smile at the woman and clench your jaw, cursing Tom for not being here. But right before you enter the big doors, you hear a familiar voice. 'Wait! I'm sorry! I'm here!' You turn your face and see Tom running towards you, almost slipping over the slippery hospital floor. A wide smile is coming on your face and you feel your body relaxing a little. Not much because well, you're about to give birth but at least Tom is here.

The staff is stopping him and explaining to him that he has to wear proper clothing before entering the delivery room. He follows their instructions like a mad dog before storming back in, reaching for your hand and pressing a long kiss on your lips. 'You made it. You're here.' Tears are burning in your eyes as you squeeze his hand softly. 'Of course. I made a promise, didn't I?' You can see the sweat droplets on his forehead and the way that his breathing is slightly off. Something happened during his trip back here.

'I'm glad to see the father here too.' The doctor smiles and helps you with putting your legs up. There is a huge urge to push in your body but you can't. Only with persmission. The obstetrician really emphasized that in earlier appointments. You watch how they all grab everything they're going to need or might need before telling you to push for the first time. You let out a loud scream as you push like your life is depending on it. Sweat is forming on your face, you're crushing Tom's hand making him whine softly but he is managing while screaming again. 'That's right! Let it all out! Now take a few minutes to breathe.' You stop pushing, the urge immediately returning but you keep yourself together. 'Focus on your breathing, love. You're doing so great!' You stare up at him, smiling at him with your hair stuck to your face. 'Thank you.' This is why you didn't want to do it without him.

'Alright. Push again.' Like a button being pressed, you respond by pushing again, lifting yourself up from the bed to give yourself more strength. Screams and moans of pain are leaving your lips every second and you're glad when you can take your rest again. Small praises are coming from all across the room. Tom, the obstetrician and the nurses present in the room are all encouraging you. Tom got a chair from the nurse to sit down since he is about to collapse from perhaps the birth, the trip here that took a lot of energy or whatever other reason but he is sure glad to be seated down.

'Fuck!' You scream out when you push again, cursing at the nurses who can't seem to stop talking to you. You feel like there is no progress whatsoever and that the baby just stays where it has been staying for nine months. 'How long have I been pushing? It feels like an hour!' You feel like crying because you don't want this. This pain, this trouble..
At this point you don't even want a baby but that's only the pain speaking.

'It's been fifteen minutes, {y/n}. Come on! You can do this!' The obstetrician says but you don't know how long you can keep this up. You're tired. So, so tired. 'Push!' Again, you give it your all. Pushing, pushing and pushing. 'Tom, please. Can't you take over?' You whine, tears burning behind your eyes as you feel sweat dripping down every part of your body and pain. Just plainly pain everywhere. 'I wish I could, love.' He whispers, now folding his other hand over your intertwined fingers. 'Breathe, baby. Breathe.' You look at him while doing so, focussing hard to get it under control but the doctors interfere again by yelling to push and you just obey. Obey to them and obey to your body since all it want is for you to push the baby out.

And finally, after a long two hours, your baby is born. You lean back, closing your eyes and relaxing every muscle in your body. You're thanking God that it's over while crying because you hear a baby's cry. Your baby's cry. 'It's a boy!' You feel Tom's hand softly stroking your forehead while he is staring at his child. He is called over to cut the navel cord, which to him is the most magical moment in his life. After that, the baby is being cleaned and wrapped in blankets before he is handed over to you.

You stare at the little boy in your arms, so small and so delicate. A smile is on your lips while tears of joy are running down your cheeks. 'Hello, little one. Here you finally are.' It's just a soft whisper. You look up at Tom who is smiling at you, also with tears in his eyes. He kisses you deeply, saying once again how great you did and that he's proud of you. But most of all, how much he loves you.

'I'll go tell them. They're going to take you back soon.' You nod and watch him run out of the room, almost tripping when he rips the hospital clothing off of him. Then you stare at your child again, fascinated by everything about him. His tiny hands, feet, nose. Everything. And the love you feel for him already. You would die for him. 'I never thought I could love something this much. But now that I hold him, It's unreal.' You talk to the nurse who is coming to help you. 'It's magical, isn't it?' You agree and smile at her.

When you're cleaned up and back in bed with your baby in your arms, you are brought back to the room you first were. You have thought of a name and Tom agreed with that name. Only the middle name was still up for discussion. But, you have a name for that too and you're sure that Tom will love it.

Tom is entering the room and smiles when he sees the two of you. He takes a seat on the chair next to the bed and together you sit there, one hand in his while the other is holding the baby. 'Do you want to hold him?' He only got to do that in the delivery room but that was for a split second. He nods and carefully you lay him in Tom's arms. The picture is complete as you stare at them. This is absolutely the happiest you've ever been.

A nurse is interrupting your moment when clearing her throat. 'Excuse me, miss. I would like to ask the name of the baby?' A smile is tugging at your lips. 'Oliver Thomas.' She writes it down on her piece of paper. 'Oliver Thomas {y/l/n}. That's a wonderful name!' She wants to walk away again but you stop her. 'No! Wait.' You know she is automatically writing down your last name because you aren't married. But it's not what you want because you're sure that you and Tom aren't going to end things anytime soon. In fact, if he's not going to propose soon, you might. The nurse looks at you with an expectant look on her features. 'Not {y/l/n}. It's Oliver Thomas Hiddleston.' She nods and changes it on her sheet of paper. 'Alright.' And then she leaves.

'You gave up my last name? And, you named him after me?' Tom can't believe it. He mostly can't believe you would do that for him. 'Of course. It's your son, too! I want nothing more than to have this baby walking around with your beautiful name.'

'Oliver Thomas Hiddleston. Welcome to life.'