Lawfully Wedded ~ Tom Hiddleston

OO7 ~ Home

Thankfully you're back home now. You threw a fit at the hospital when they wanted to keep you longer than a week. 

'To be honest, the pressure in the fucking sky is something I don't give a damn about right now! We have perfect capable doctors back home and I demand you let us go so we can go home, see those doctors and most importantly, see our little boy again because I miss him and this wasn't how I wanted my honeymoon to go! Let us go, dammit! Before I punch someone!' 

The doctors were then very cooperative and let you go home, although warning you about travelling by plane. You ignored and got brought to the airport where they helped you board the plane and after an exhausting flight, you finally landed back on English ground. 

Tom is worse than you are so it doesn't take long before you can do most things again and helping him from time to time. He apologizes for everything but you assure him that it's fine and that he shouldn't worry too much. 'In sickness and in health, remember?' You kiss him lightly and smile at him. 

Seeing little Oliver again and holding him in your arms was the best thing that week when you came home. You missed him and with that earthquake you weren't sure how long it would have taken to be with him again. In the moment itself, you didn't know if you would ever see him again.

You place him on Tom's lap as he is sitting in a comfortable chair in the living room. 'I'm just in the bathroom, filling the tub for Oliver so he can go to bed after.' You inform him and see him already cuddling with his son.

In the bathroom you are humming a song softly while letting the water fall in the tub, carefully checking for the right temperature. You grab Oliver's bath toys and pour a small amount of baby shampoo in the tub to make it bubble. When there is enough water in it, you close the faucet and walk back towards the living room.

Even though Tom's leg is in a cast, it doesn't stop him from playfully letting Oliver bounce on his lap, laughing at him when he sees the reaction coming from him. It's amazing to see them like this. 

Sure, you've seen them play together countless of times but it still remains one of the most precious things to see. 'I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid my leg won't let me.' He says when he sees you standing in the doorpost. 'It's ok. You can make up for it once you're back on your feet.' You wink at him as you take Oliver from him. 

Back in the bathroom, you strip Oliver from his clothes and gently lift him into the tub. The water is a bit warm but not too warm of course. You laugh as he plays with the bubbles, and is fascinated by the bubbles he is creating himself by farting in the water. 

You wash his hair, his little body and let him play in the water, joining him occacionally by grabbing one of his toys and moving it through the water. After 20 minutes of bath time, you get him out and dry him. You help him with and pyjama and brush his teeth. 

'Now it's bed time for you, sir.' He pouts a little, shaking his head before bursting in a fit of laughter, running past you into the other room and straight back to Tom. You call after him but why bother? A child of two that doesn't want to go to bed won't come back easily. But tricking him is no option, he just has to listen. 

When you enter the room Tom is in, you see him already comfortable back on his father's lap, his head on Tom's chest, realizing he's actually very tired. You smile at Tom, who is beaming with love. 'He came here all giggling: "Papa, Papa!" and climbing on my lap, I assume hiding from you but he still has to learn to find a better hiding spot.' You laugh, carefully taking Oliver from Tom's lap again and cradle him gently in your arms. 

'How adorable. I will be right back, ok?' You smile and take Oliver towards his bedroom, tucking him in and read a little bedtime story from his favourite book. It doesn't take long before he is drifting off to sleep... until 7 am tomorrow when he is complaining that his diaper is full. 

Softly and carefully to not wake him up, you sneak out of the room and gently close the door. Softly, you descend the stairs and join Tom in the living room. 'Can I get you anything?' You ask before you sit down and he nods. 'Whatever you're having.' 

'When is your next appointment in the hospital?' You ask him as you hand him a glass of red wine, a gift from Benedict and his wife when they came to visit last week. It has been a wild ride ever since you came home a few months ago. The doctors here were a lot more compassionate for your situation and they were ready to help but they also said that a lot of your injuries were healed thanks to the doctors in Madagascar. 

'Next week. Hopefully it won't be broken anymore so the cast can get off. Are you coming with me?' You nod, telling him that you'll ask his mother if she wants to babysit Oliver while you both need to go to the hospital. 'Are you in pain?' He shakes his head. 'Not really, just a little sore and it itches so much!' You feel sorry for him but calm him by mentioning the appointment again.