100 story challenge (Tom Hiddleston imagines) *edited*

Surprise (Tom)

You and Tom were only still boyfriend and girlfriend, and both thought about getting married but so far after 6 years of knowing each other you didn't really feel like you needed to. You were felt like you were already married to him it was just the task of actually doing it.

You had recently found out that you were pregnant and didn't know how to tell Tom. You knew he wanted kids and he wasn't going to leave you any time soon. It was just a matter of telling him. You wanted it to be special, so you invited your bestie round to come up with ideas.

"Maybe get him a present and it's baby clothes." They suggested.

"Nah, I want it to be personal."

"What about making him a cup of tea, then at the bottom it says your pregnant."

You sighed, "I don't know," you got up off the sofa and put the kettle on.

"Oh I know." Your friend squealed, "what about leaving notes around the house, telling him to go to places where you did things, then one note telling him to turn around then you have writing on your stomach saying, 'will you be my daddy?' Or something." She clapped in excitement.

You nodded. "Sounds good, maybe lay them around tomorrow morning. While he's on his run."

"Perfect! I'll go get some face paint for the writing."

----time skip----

You woke up next morning finding a note Tom left:

Good morning my love I've gone out for my run and I'll be back with breakfast. Your favourite.

~T xxx

How you loved that man.

You got up and retrieved the notes you made from your beside draw and the face paint your friend bought along with it. You began to set up making sure Tom wouldn't notice the notes when he came in. You finished off the writing on your stomach when he came in. You rushed to get back in your bed.

He came upstairs finding you pretending to stir yourself awake. "Good morning my love."

You said nothing.

"Darling? Are you okay?"

You pointed to the note resting on his pillow.

He looked at you confused and read it aloud. "Good morning my love, I've got a surprise for you. Go to the first place you told me you loved me. Take me with you."

He looked up and you got out of bed. Confusion still on his face. He tried to ask you what was going on, but you still said nothing just, "follow the notes." You smiled.

He went to the kitchen where he found another note by the kettle.

"I'm glad you remembered. Now go to the place where we first kissed." He looked up again, took your hand and you moved into the hallway.

The note was resting on the corner of the counter top, next to the door.

He looked at little more at ease when he read the next note. "Almost there. Now go to the place where we first had sex." He huffed a laughed.

"What are you making me do?"

"Follow he notes." You smiled.

He groaned, but he went to the sofa and found his final note. You made sure he couldn't see you behind him and you lifted up his T-shirt you put on the night before.

"Turn around?" He questioned. He was extremely confused but did what he asked. He looks into your eyes and they immediately travelled to your stomach.

He slowly and confusingly read, "will you be my daddy?!" He face lit up and looked back up at you, "you're- you're-"

"3 weeks." You beamed.

"Oh my god. OH MY GOD!" He yelled. Wrapping his arms around you and lifted you up. You let out a giggle and he kissed your temple.

"Sorry darling." He placed you down gently, "I don't want to hurt you." He smiled.

"You're not going to."

"Thank god." He lifted you up again and spun you round. You yelled as he threw you like a rag doll.

"I didn't mean throw me about!" You squealed.

He let you down again and left his hands round your waist. "Sorry darling, how long have you known?"

"A few days, I went to the doctor after taking the test. They told me I was about 3 weeks."

"That's why you threw up yesterday morning?" He asked.

"Yep morning sickness," you laughed rubbing the back of your neck.

"Oh my love I'm so happy!" He was ecstatic.

"Good darling, but I'm hungry and I can smell coffee and you said you got my favourite so let's eat!"
You said perfectly aware that you're probably going to be sick soon after.

"But I didn't think pregnant women should have coffee?"

"I can have it but not much, like half that cup." You pointed to the cups on the counter top.

"Okay dear, I trust you."

"Good. I love you Thomas." You kissed him softly.

"I love you too. And our baby." He placed his hand on your stomach. "Now, food."

You smiled.

A/N: This is another one of the old imagines I wrote. I was going to write another idea but I can't be asked at the moment, that's also why it's a pregnancy one. I know it was a lot of Tom stories but out of the 100 I think 39 of them are Tom stories. I hope you liked this one even though I was lazy about it. ❤