My Best Friend (Tom Hiddleston) CHAPTER 13
This one is short, it’s only around 830 words but I hope you like it, I’m really sorry about the wait, but I’ve just started my IB course so things are different and it’s taking me time to get used to. I don’t exactly know what happens in the hospital when you’re in labor so if this isn’t completely accurate I’m sorry :P I decided to leave the name blank so you could name the baby :) I did focus slightly more on the baby than Tom in this chapter, but I felt that was important to someone who’s just become a mother.
Y/S/N = Your Son’s Name
I smile holding his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers as I bring them to my stomach, gently holding what’s carrying our little baby.
“Ugh!” I yell grinding my teeth together in pain as another contraction happens, I grip the phone in my hand tightly. “Where are you?!” I groan through the phone, my free hand clutching my swollen belly as the doctor checks how dilated I am, “you’re nearly at 10 centimeters, you’ll need to start pushing soon.” I’ve never been good at dealing with pain, my tolerance being near to non existent. “I’m almost there darling, just give me 5 minutes”, I take a few deep breaths before groaning once again. “I swear to god Thomas William Hiddleston that if you aren’t here in two minutes, I will never have sex with you ever agai-” I get cut off by Tom barging through the door.
He rushes over next to me and clutches my hand in his, “I’m here love, I’m here” he leans down and kisses my forehead. I feel another contraction more painful than the others and I whine in pain. “You’re fully dilated, I need you to push when I say so, alright?” I nod and look up at Tom, my fingers squeezing around his, “I’m going to count to three, one, two, three, push!” “AGHHH” I cry out as I push and squeeze Tom’s fingers harder. I begin taking deep fast breaths as I glare at Tom, “why don’t men go through this too, it’s completely unfair.” “one, two, three, push!” “AAAAUUH” my head leans forward, chin against my chest as I push.
“It’s alright darling, you can do this, deep breaths, you’re doing so good.” Tom comforts me gently rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I continue pushing over and over again until they finally get the baby’s head out, and eventually even more. “One last push Mrs Hiddleston, you can do it, one, two, three, push!” “Come on darling” Tom says kissing my temple several times. I let out one final piercing yell as I push with all the strength I have. Tom moves around as they check the baby, “it’s a boy” they say cleaning him up a little before wrapping him in a towel and placing him on my stomach.
I look down and see his tiny head covered in soft little blond curls while they clamp down the umbilical cord. I reach down slowly caressing his cheek and placing my finger against his tiny tiny palm, I watch as his little fingers wrap around mine, my eyes water slowly and I glance up at Tom as he watches with pure amazement on his face. The doctor places the scissors in his hand and shows him where to cut. He cuts the cord and returns to my side, “he’s so perfect” Tom whispers against my ear and a tear streams down my cheek. The doctors do a few more tests before eventually raising him to place him directly in Tom’s arms.
Tom looks down at him with glassy eyes, he smiles down at our son whispering softly. I watch them bond for the first time, the sight of Tom holding our son making my insides feel allover the place. Tom walks over to my side and gently places him in my arms. I hold him, tears gathering in my eyes as I watched our baby boy rest in my arms, his perfect little face contorted as he softly yawns. “Hi there sweetheart” I croak softly, I gaze at his features, his barely-there curls definitely coming from his father. His eyes are mine, so is his nose, his lips are too thin to be mine, definitely his fathers. As I watch my son glance around cluelessly, I instantly feel something within me, a protectiveness, pure love and maternal instincts. I was so worried about not knowing what to do but our connection was like electricity running through my veins.
“What should we call him?” Tom asks gently from beside me. “His name should be…”
My eyes open at the sound of the wailing and I drag my sight to the clock on the bedside table. 4 AM. I sigh before slowly beginning to push myself up off the mattress. I felt Tom shuffle beside me, “I got him darling, don’t worry” Tom’s gravelly sleepy voice reaches my ears as he gets up beside me walking out of the room. I lay for a few moments trying to fall asleep but completely unable to stay comfortable. I finally sigh before getting up and walking towards Y/S/N room, as I peek into the room I hear Tom gently hushing him and humming softly. I lean against the doorway watching Tom sway our son gently as he sings to him. Tom gently lifts him and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before Tom’s eyes drift towards me, giving me a soft smile as the little cries fade away until our son falls back asleep. I press my finger against my lips watching them with an uncontrollable smile on my face.