'Until Death Do Us Apart' (Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 110

I hooked my hands behind his neck while his had not left my hips. Standing in the middle of a hospital room, we kissed with all the delicacy and patience in the world. Through our lips, we shared our relief, our pride and our love. We were finally reunited and looking forward to going home together. We were finally going to start our new life today.

Our babies had just been fed and changed into warm clothes, so they would sleep for a few hours before crying for food again. As soon as one twin cried, the second one cried too. We fed them at the same time so they were hungry at the same time. Breastfeeding two babies together was not an easy task.

A knock against the bedroom door forced us to break our kiss which had grown passionate and urgent. Diana's head slipped through the half-open door before she entered the room, followed closely by her husband. A wide smile was planted on their faces and didn't seem to want to leave.

"Can we hold them?" James asked as he looked at his grandkids.

My husband and I both nodded as we looked at the two deeply happy people. Diana took Olivia very gently in her arms and whispered a few soft words to her as her husband took Adam against him, rocking him gently while looking at him with love. I personally had never been close to my grandparents, but I knew we could count on Tom's parents to give our babies love and attention.

"There are absolutely beautiful," Diana marveled with little tears in her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity but also a single minute, we were all settled in my in-laws' car. James was driving the car, Diana was in the front passenger seat, Tom was sitting behind the driver's seat, Olivia and Adam were in the middle and I was sitting behind Diana.

"Excited to get home princess?" Tom asked me as he joined his hand with mine.

"So excited. And looking forward to sleeping in a real bed tonight," I replied with a big smile. "How about you?"

"Same. I'm so tired," he informed me, smiling back.

"We'll go to sleep early," I whispered in his ear as I kissed his cheek.

Even though the hospital we had stayed in was very new and had fairly large rooms and good showers, it was really not the same as at home. It had been many days that I slept in a chair or stuck to my husband on a bank and it wasn't exactly comfortable.

The sun was starting to set when we finally arrived at our house. The sky that February evening was a very dark blue while large gray clouds covered most of the last of the sun. It was good to see something other than the endless white walls of the hospital.

Our dog and cats had come to greet us at the front of the house while my in-laws had left, explaining that they had put a few things in the fridge. Tom sat on the floor with Adam, petting our pets who he had missed so much. I squatted on the floor while holding Olivia in my arms to introduce her to the rest of his family. As Thor and Loki sniffed they intently, Bobby began to lick our kids' fingers, putting a wide smile on my and my husband's faces.

"I think it's time for bed little ones," I said, kissing our babies forehead.

The house was rocked by a crazy calm, a calm that I had missed for many days. The smell inside was so familiar but yet so different, showing that no one had lived there for a long time. I had missed everything. I missed our house, I missed our animals.

Followed closely by my husband, I went up the stairs to our bedroom. A small wooden sign that read 'open me' hung on the door opposite our bedroom. This was the door behind which we wanted to make a nursery for Olivia and Adam before all this drama happened.

Tom slowly opened the big white door and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Through the small opening, I could see a crib, a changing table and some small children's decorations. Immediately, tears formed in my eyes as I realized that my husband had been creating a nursery while a was in the hospital with our babies.

Two walls of the room were painted a light grey color while the other two walls were still white, like the ceiling. Under the twins' bed, a round white carpet had been laid out. Diapers and other materials were placed on the changing table next to which was a trash can. In the other half of the room, a large white armchair and footrest were arranged, giving me a perfect place to nurse Olivia and Adam. Against the wall, just above our babies' bed, a frame with a picture of an angel was hung - probably an angel for the first baby we lost, our babies brother or sister that was watching them from up there. The room was arranged so that we could move around easily but also so that we had everything we needed at hand.

"This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much Tom," I said, crying softly.

"Chris did most of the work since I can't use my right hand," Tom said as he slipped his arms down my stomach and pressed his chest against my back, holding our son in one hand.

We stood there for a few moments, looking around the room and the decorations with sparkling eyes. Olivia was still in my arms, deeply asleep as her little hands twitched from time to time. Adam, who was sleeping in his father's arms, was only making small movements with his thin lips. The two babies dressed in warm onesies looked like two little angels. One after the other, we placed them in their new beds before pressing kisses on the top of their foreheads.

"This nursery is absolutely magic Lovey. You're the best husband and dad in the world," I smiled as I joined my husband who was adjusting the baby monitor.

"I'm glad you like it darling," he nodded, turning around.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead against his upper torso. My husband wrapped his hands around me as well, resting his fingers on my lower back and pressing his chin to the top of my head.

"It feels good to be home with my three favorite people," he whispered as he kissed the thin, cool skin on my neck.

"Best feeling in the world," I replied, turning my head a little.

In the middle of our babies' nursery, our lips met without difficulty to share a few moments of happiness. Even though we had kissed when we were in the hospital, it was a whole different feeling to do it at home. The kiss lasted for many seconds, making me forget all the events that had happened in the last few days. Only three things mattered to me now: my husband, our daughter and our son.