Love, William [Tom Hiddleston]

11. Hi, mom

For two weeks, I tried to ignore the big whole in my heart and the constant kicking of my daughter.

"I did what was best for us!" I snap softly at my swollen abdomen. A painful kick to my side. "I'm your mother, and I'm going to do what's best for the both of us, and if that means pushing Wi-Tom out our life, then so be it!"

Of course I cried after saying that. I was a mess. I tried to keep myself busy by finishing my fear essay for Munford's class and working over hours until I was practically dizzy and tired and my feet hurt.

And of course I went home at night and bawled my eyes out like I did when I first got to London.

For an odd reason I was convinced me crying in Tom's grey hoodie would make the crying stop, but it didn't. It only made me cry harder.

So it was a little strange to me when I received a text with phone numbers just before I was going into my doctors office for a checkup. Opening it, I stopped at the names.

Unknown
Olivia Gleeson
000-000-0000

Alexander Gleeson
000-000-0000

I frowned, sending a question mark and walking in and signing in. As I sat in the lobby, rubbing my fingers over my prodding stomach, the unknown number texted me back.

Unknown
You asked for your parents digits. We were able to find them and get them to you

Libby
Who are you, exactly?

Unknown
A friend of Tom's.

Libby
Ahh...well...thank you

Unknown
You're very welcome.

"Miss Gleeson?" Someone asks. I turn to see the nurse and I turn my phone off. "Dr. Watson will see you now."

My hands wouldn't stop rubbing my stomach from where the cold gel had been moments before. I turned to my phone, making my parents contacts.

My finger hesitated over the call button. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey mom, don't worry, you didn't fail as a parent. I screwed around with the guy you told me not to and now I'm pregnant.'

I rolled my eyes and swallowed, pressing the call button. It went straight to voicemail.

I tried again.

And again.

And I was about to give up if this call had gone to voicemail but finally someone picked up. "Please do stop calling this number."

I couldn't speak for the first few moments. It was just a rush to hear her voice again after eight months alone. I could hear her saying hello, and I inhaled through my tears.

"Hi, mom." I said, sniffing. Their was a pause.

"Who is this?" She said softly. I wiped away the waterfall of crocodile tears on my cheeks.

"It's Libby." I squeaked. Their was another pause, and then my mother's voice returned.

"Libby," she sounded like she was crying. "Oh...Libby, baby ho-where are you?! I thought you were...dead or, or, or-"

"No, no mom, I'm ok..." I looked down at the prodding bump. "I'm okay,"

"Good...good good," she sniffed. "You're taking care of yourself?" She asked.

I let out a shaky laugh that threatened to turn into a sob. I was tempted to tell her about Tom. "Yeah...I'm taking care of myself."

"That's good...where...where are you staying? Are you even in the country? Your voice sounds so different."

I chuckle, rubbing my palms on my thigh. "Yeah, I'm...I'm living in London now."

She hummed over the phone. I was just about to say something when the nurse walked in. "Here are your pictures," she said. "I'll bring in Dr. Watson will be here shortly."

"Doctor? Libby, what's wrong are you alright?" My mother started. I thanked the nurse and turned back to my call.

"Uh, yeah no I'm fine...I'm just..." I inhale, looking up at the ceiling. "Just facing a problem."

"I'm sure I can help you, Libby." She says. Worry is flooded in her voice. "Please,"

I close my eyes. "I'm pregnant mom."

The line goes silent. And then I hear heavy breathing. "Mom?"

"I..." She seems to be looking for words. "How far along?"

I swallow hard. "Eight months."

She sighs. "Libby, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared mom!" I snap, the rush of emotion getting to me. "I didn't want you to know what me and Caleb were doing, and I didn't know if you were going to kick me out if I didn't abort her or adopt her-"

"Her?" She asks. "You're having a girl?"

I stop myself, letting my shoulders drop. "Yeah, mom. I'm having a girl."

She breathes into the phone. "Did you and Caleb use pro-"

"Yes mom. We did." I say quickly, my cheeks rising. She hums softly.

"Do you have any pictures of what you look like, or...ultrasound pictures?" She asks.

"Yeah...I do." I say, looking at the pictures of my growing baby.

It's silent. "How are you handling being pregnant?"

I smile softly. "My feet hurt, I'm constantly craving food..." I say softly. She hums over the phone.

"Yes, that's normal." She says. Gently I stand, moving over to the mirror in the and snapping a picture of myself and sending it to my mother.

"Mom, I have to go, I'll call you back," I say as Dr. Watson walks in. "I love you." I say, hanging up.

"And I brought a crib and it's so cute mom!" I sang as I started walking towards the bus station.

"You sound like a little girl, do you know that?" She says. I laugh as I walk on.

"Awe crap," I mutter. "Mom I'll call you back," I say.

"Alright," She says. "Call me as soon as you get home!"

"I will mum," I laugh. "Bye bye." I say, hanging up.

I smile, leaning back into my seat softly. And then a sudden thought occurs to me.

'Hi, this is Tom. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!'

I sigh. "Hi...Tom...I uh, I just wanna say thank you for getting me parents number. I...I know we haven't talked in a few weeks but um, I just wanted to say thank you. I...bye."

I pressed the end call button, staring down at my phone, until it was time for me to get off. All was quiet as I made my way down the street, into my small apartment.

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