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141. Tom Hiddleston 9

~“Jesus Chris, Tom… I miss you so much,” you whispered, watching his face fall into a look of concern on the screen. Tom was away filming, leaving you at home with your swollen seven-month-pregnant stomach.
“I know, darling. I miss you too. Just a few more weeks, and I’ll be home,” he answered. He reached forward, like he was trying to touch you, but you both knew it wouldn’t exactly work. You were silent for a moment, trying to fight back the tears.
“Darling?” You looked back to the computer screen, seeing a huge grin plastered across his face.
“Yes?”
“Can I see it again? Please?” You sighed, running your fingers over your bump. “Please, love. I haven’t gotten to touch it in a few months, I haven’t gotten to feel the kicks, you haven’t even told me the gender yet!”
“You said you didn’t want to know, Thomas,” you groaned. Your arms found support on the sides of the chair and you pushed yourself to your feet, giving Tom a good side view of how much larger you’d gotten in his time away. He let a low whistle of appreciation slip.
“I see the baby isn’t the only thing growing, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You knew exactly what he was referring to, and all you could offer was a smile and a playful eye roll. Tom’s signature chuckle rolled off his lips as he pressed his tongue behind his teeth. With a quiet moment to spare, you took in his features. The features that you had the privilege of waking up next to every morning when he was home.
His eyes seemed ever changing, shifting between shades of blue, green, and grey, depending on the lighting he was in. It was like every emotion Tom was capable of was visible just from his kind eyes alone. But when he did emote with his whole face, there were two pairs of creases that ran from side to side, all equal in length. The ends of the lines left a small gap before another set began. The second set started at the corners of his eyes, branching out. They were short and defined, and they were perfect on him.
His high cheekbones made his face appear longer, more slender, and the apples of such were almost always dusted with a soft rose color, making them stand out a bit more against his pallor. The bridge of his nose followed a straight line down to the tip, where it tapered off evenly. Just below his nose, the small groove above his upper lip was shallow and narrow, leading directly to the Cupid’s bow. His lips were thin, complimenting the wide angle of his jaw line.
But one of your favorites of his attributes was his hair. The way it turned to a wavy mess of curls when it got longer, or how he’d gripe and complain about having to color it for a role. Though he knew you thought every color looked like absolute perfection on him, he usually just did it to push your buttons. Yet another thing you absolutely adored about him.
“Oh goodness… Darling, it’s almost four in the morning there! Why didn’t you stop me? You need to get some sleep, love,” Tom groaned. You shook your head, giving him a soft smile.
“Tom, relax. I can’t sleep. I told you that earlier. Just not really tired, sweetheart. Not a big deal.” He gave you a quizzical look, pinching all those creases across his forehead. His brows furrowed for a moment, and he chewed at his lower lip.
“Did you try reading? Or a movie? How about some tea?” You shot back your own questioning look.
“I have. All of the above, actually. It’s nothing to fret over, Tom, I’m just achy and hormonal,” you said softly, trying to be comforting. He let out a breathy sigh, running his calloused palm over his forehead.
“Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, it’s only a few minutes after nine here, so I’ve got more time to spare.” You cringed a little when the baby kicked, and Tom shifted into protection mode. “What is it? Are you okay? Cramps or contractions? Is it the baby? I-“
“Tom, it’s okay. He’s just kicking,” you interrupted, rubbing your stomach a little.
“Oh, thank God… That scared me. He’s just- Wait, he? HE? We’re having a boy?” You cursed under your breath, remembering that Tom had wanted to wait until you delivered to find out. Oh well… Cat’s out of the bag now!
“Oh my God… Oh wow… A son? Sweetheart, a son?” You nodded quickly, a massive smile capturing your lips. He gushed for a moment, babbling about how excited he was, how he was beyond ready to come home to his family. But suddenly, he stopped.
“I’m sorry, love. How rude of me. I asked you a question and didn’t let you answer! Please, is there anything I can do?”
“Well, you seem too excited to sleep now. You want to stay on a bit longer?” He shook his head.
“I’m sorry, darling, but you need sleep and I need to go on a rampage down the hall, screaming to the world that I will soon have a son,” he chortled. “So, anything?” Tom had a boundless energy about him, and you could tell he was anxious to go tell someone. Anyone, it didn’t really matter.
“Well, you could sing to me. To us.” He nodded fiercely, starting in with a low voice, and it wasn’t too long into his lullaby that you were ready to sleep.
 

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