Having Toms Baby (a Tom Hiddleston story)

Daddy's magical garden

*Celestia*
As I stroll through the small community garden in the park, the sun casts a warm glow on the vibrant flowers that surround me. I can't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that I was the driving force behind this haven of beauty and tranquility. Despite the turmoil in our lives, this place offers a much-needed escape.

I pause by a bed of roses, their petals unfolding gracefully to greet the morning light. Gently, I place a hand on my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring movement of the twins within. "Look, my loves". I whisper, my voice barely audible in the soft breeze. "These are roses. They symbolize love, and they're just as beautiful and strong as the love your father and I have for you".

Continuing along the winding path, I pass a patch of vibrant sunflowers, their heads tilted toward the sky as if soaking up every ray of light. "And these, babies, are sunflowers. They represent happiness and warmth, something we will always strive to provide for you".

I can feel their tiny kicks in response, as if they understand the love and dedication I'm trying to convey. The connection between us is undeniable, a bond that no falsified contract or vengeful ex-fiancée can break.

As I reach the center of the garden, a delicate butterfly flutters past, landing on a nearby lavender bush. I can't help but smile, imagining the twins marveling at the beauty of nature as they grow older. "Someday, we will come here together, and your father and I will teach you about all the wonderful things in this world".

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and carrying away my whispered promises to the twins. I know that Tom and I will fight for our family, ensuring that our love remains the foundation on which our children will grow and thrive.

With each step I take through the community garden, I feel a renewed sense of strength and determination. We will prevail, and our twins will know the love and security they deserve, surrounded by the beauty of this world.

As I continue my walk through the garden, I make my way towards a special corner where little Flora tends to her sprouts. Her infectious enthusiasm and love for the garden always bring a smile to my face. As I approach, Flora's eyes light up with excitement, her hands covered in soil from her latest planting.

"Celestia!" she exclaims, a grin spreading across her face. "I'm so happy to see you! I have been planting more sprouts today. Look!"

Her pride is evident as she gestures towards the neat rows of tiny green shoots, each one full of potential.

"I can see that, Flora". I reply, my heart swelling with affection for this young gardener. "You have done an amazing job. These sprouts are going to grow into beautiful plants. Your father is no doubt proud".

Flora's smile widens, and she tugs on my hand, pulling me towards a small, wooden sign nestled amongst the foliage. "Did you see the new sign Tom put up ?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with delight.

I follow her gaze, and my breath catches in my throat as I read the words on the sign: 'Daddy's Magical Garden'.  A wave of emotion washes over me, and I can't help but tear up at the thought of the love Flora's father must have had for her.

"Yes, Flora, I see it".  I say, my voice choked with emotion. "It's beautiful, isn't it ?"

Flora nods enthusiastically. "It's so special! I can't wait for your babies to come and see it. It Can be their garden too, because Tom is their father".

The innocence and joy in her words are a soothing balm, strengthening my resolve to protect and nurture our growing family. "Thank you, Flora". I tell her, my voice filled with gratitude. "This garden is a magical place, and I can't wait for our twins to enjoy it with you".

Flora beams at me, her excitement contagious.

I give Flora's hand a gentle squeeze before excusing myself. "I'm going to say hi to your mom, okay ?"

Flora nods, her attention already focused on her sprouts, and I make my way over to her mother, who is busily tending to a nearby flowerbed.

"Hello, Linda". I greet her with a warm smile.

Linda looks up, her face breaking into a friendly grin. "Celestia! How are you and the twins ?"

"We are doing well, thank you". I reply, sharing a glance towards Flora's special corner. "Your daughter's enthusiasm for the garden is truly inspiring".

Linda beams with pride. "She just loves it out here. And seeing you and Tom so invested in the garden makes her feel special. She says she feels you almost knew har father".

We exchange a few more pleasantries before I notice Tom waiting for me just outside the garden. He has laid out a blanket on the grass, a peaceful spot under a large oak tree.

"Thank you, Linda. I'm going to join Tom now, but it was lovely chatting with you". I say, leaving her to continue her gardening.

As I approach Tom, his face lights up with love and admiration. I sit down on the blanket beside him, nestling into his embrace. The shade of the oak tree provides a cool respite from the sun, and the soft rustling of leaves creates a soothing melody.

Tom brushes his fingers over my belly, his voice gentle and tender. "I saw you showing the garden to our little ones. I can't wait to bring them here and teach them about the beauty of nature, just like you".

I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling a profound sense of love and security. "Tom, I saw the sign you put up 'Daddy's Magical Garden.' It's perfect, and Flora loves it".

Tom presses a kiss to my forehead. "I wanted to create something special for her and for our family, a place where we can grow and learn together, the whole community".

As we sit there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world beyond the garden fades away. In this moment, surrounded by nature and the love we have cultivated, the challenges we face seem surmountable. Hand in hand, we know that we will overcome any obstacles and create a beautiful life for our family within the sanctuary of our magical garden.