His English Heart- A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

Drive. Faster.

He’s got his shoes off, socked feet propped up in a chair, head resting on his left hand. Staring at her. He knows for sure that he won’t be able to play the piano for a few days, at the very least. How a person had that tremendous amount of strength amazed him.

Her face is so relaxed now, and he hopes she isn’t in any pain. They drugged her enough afterward, having not been able to help her beforehand.

“Mr. Hiddleston?”

He hadn’t heard anyone come in. Jumping the tiniest bit, he lifts his head and gives the nurse a small tired smile.

“Would you like to see the baby?” She’s smiling, and his heart starts racing.

“Can I?” He asks cautiously, his left arm lowering to the armrest.

The nurse’s smile softens, “Of course. Wait right here.”

A couple of minutes later the door reopens, and she’s rolling in a clear plastic bin.

He’s going to stand when she tells him to stop.

“Stay,” she commands lightly, “I’ll bring her to you.”

He doesn’t know what to say. For once.

So he laughs softly and manages a, “Thank you.”

He watches her pick up a small little bundle wrapped in pink, and hears a little whimper. His heart soars at the sound. Stepping quietly across the room, she stops just in front of him and he sits up straighter.

“Ready?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, eyes never moving from the little girl in her arms.

And then, in no time at all, he’s holding her. The nurse instructs how to nestle her properly in his arms, and Tom listens to the best of his ability. With his left hand, he pushes the blanket underneath his daughters’ chin and smiles at the O shape the little mouth makes.

The small tufts of blonde hair that dotted her head were sticking up in all directions, making him think of his own hair back when he didn't have to dye it so much. Her eyes were large and blue, but, as he was starting to learn, often remained closed as little as she was.

“If you don’t mind me saying,” the nurse says, checking Jo’s monitors, “You look too young to be having a baby.”

He supposes he could see where she got that idea. A freshly shaven face, short curly black hair, he’d been mistaken for much younger than he actually was.

“It’s about time, I think,” he replies with a glancing grin in her direction, she luckily catches it before his eyes are back on his child, “I turned thirty four in February.”

“That’s not old at all, honey,” she smiles, writing something on the clipboard at the end of the bed.

He smiles too, but his attention has been captured by the breathing body in his arms.

“Beautiful wife, healthy baby,” the nurse is saying, and Tom looks up. She gives him a soft, pointed look, “You’re very blessed.”

“I know,” he grins, “Thank you.”

A thoughtful smile, “You’re welcome.”

She closes the door on her way out, leaving him alone. He doesn’t know what to do other than stare at her. He’s afraid if he moves that she’ll wake up, or start crying. So he starts talking.

To himself, or to her, he doesn’t know.

“You’re so tiny,” he says so very quietly, “and breakable.”

It seems an impossibility to get over how small she was. How anything could be that size.

“…And beautiful,” a teary-eyed smile. He laughs silently at himself.

“I am going to teach you everything,” Tom continues, running his finger along her soft, little cheek.

“How to count, and tie your shoes, and Shakespeare……. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll learn Shakespeare first, then all the other stuff.”

He sniffs, trying to blink back the tears that are threatening to spill.

“And we… we are going to have tremendous fun. No one will be able to tell us what we can and cannot do.”

And the drops of water start to glide down his cheeks. Because he knows that this little miracle is his. She is his, and no one could do anything to her while he’s there.

“Oh, I love you, my little Lucy,” and his voice softens as he lets her lovely little name penetrate the stale, London air.

Tom sighs and sniffs, “And I always will.”

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