**COMPLETED**Unbound ((a Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction))

Chapter Twelve: Untitled

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait guys, I was just so lost, I didn't know where this was going and it started to feel like a chore to write rather than something fun. Please bear with me, votes and comments really do help and I thank all the people who have been supporting me, you know who you all are. You guys are amazing, thank you again! ;] ;] ;]

Hues of yellow, and orange danced around the room Al and I slept in. It was morning and by now Tom would have already left for work. Turning over slowly, I tried my best to not wake the little guy from his peaceful slumber. Letting my mind wander, I couldn’t help but feel this was comforting, easy. It was nice to have someone helping, to take the load off once and a while. But of course it would not always be this way. Tom was living a fast paced life, and we were just his oversized carryon hand luggage.

                I sigh, turning once again to face my beautiful toddler. His features are so similar to mine, yet he resembles his father. How perfect he is in appearance. These are the times I miss him the most. I trace my finger slowly up and down his tiny little forearm, “Good morning beautiful.” A smile creeps onto his face, his eyes still closed. “I love you honey bunny.” I whisper, letting my cooing voice wake him.

“Love you too.” He says, his eyes still shut.

“What’s wrong Al? Is it too bright?”

“Too bright.” His little hands ball up into a fist and he stretches so hard I think he’s about to burst. I can’t help but giggle.

“Well, that’s cause it’s morning honey.”

“Good morrrrning.” He says mid-stretch.

Finally, he opens his eyes, or at least tries too. He’s squinting up at me, with a giant smile on his face. “Did you have a good sleep babe?”

“Yeah!” another stretch.

“Well come on, what do you want for breakfast?”

“Food!” he says excitably and jumps at me.

“Well, of course.” I laugh at him before giving a huge Mummy hug. “I love you little guy.”

“I love you too Mummy.”

                So that was my morning, Al was in a good mood all day, which helped with my situation. Fortunately, I was starting to feel better, a few cramps here and there, but nothing a few tablets couldn’t change. But in all honesty, I missed Tom. I missed him a hell of a lot. I also missed my job. I was wrapped up in a blanket in the living room, with Al on my lap, we were watching SpongeBob on the telly and simply waiting for Tom to come home. I was really starting to tire from watching Al all day, and I prayed that Tom would be round soon to help. I kind of feel bad for asking him to help after a long day of work, but my body was really starting to wear.

“Can you just watch here honey? Mummy just needs to get some medicine.” I picked him up off of me and set him on the couch. He wasn’t even fazed by it.

Grabbing a glass and downing my medication, I prepared a bottle for the little guy, he was probably starting to get hungry. “Here you go hon.” I handed it to him and he took it quickly, drinking almost instantly.

Knock-Knock-Knock

“Thank goodness.” I breathed.

Walking to the door, I was greeted by a tired looking Tom. “Hey beautiful. How are you feeling?” He kissed the top of my head and I leaned in to his warmth.

“It was pretty good considering. Al was a happy chap but I’m in that odd time frame of having just had my medicine. Everything is sore again.”  I nuzzled into his chest. “How was work? You look knackered.”