Chapter Thirty Nine: Pain

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Pain. An awful sound escapes your lips as you tightly grip the bed sheets.

Not now. The baby isn't due for another two weeks. Where's Tom?

"Tom?" you call out before realizing he isn't here.

He got on his plane a few hours ago. He could be back in London by now, but he could be on the plane yet. You have no way of knowing where he's at. You reach for your phone and scroll through your contacts.

Benedict C.

You press call. Ben and Tom had grown to be good friends over the years, and he had been the first person you thought to call.

"Hello?" a groggy voice comes in over the line.

"Ben?" you grit through your teeth. "Baby. Hospital. Now."

"You're in labor?" You hear the panic in his voice.

"Yes," is all you say.

"Right. I'll be there soon."

The line goes dead. If you weren't in so much pain, you'd roll your eyes. The phone rings and you answer it.

"I probably shouldn't hang up, huh?" You hear.

"Probably not."

Tom would have done the same thing, panicked and hung up before realizing that was a bad idea. Slowly, you feel the pain lessen. You breath a sigh of relief. Within twenty minutes, Ben's made it to your door and he's helping you into the car. You feel another contraction.

"Ow," you cry, trying to get yourself into a more comfortable position.

"Just breathe."

"I know what to do!" you snap.

"Right. Sorry. Have you called Tom?"

"No. I figured his phone is off. I'm not sure if his plane has landed."

"I'll try to call."

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Tom's POV

I push my way through a crowd of people. It's two in the morning and I just want to get home to my wife. I haven't seen her in weeks, and I just need to feel her soft touch. My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket.

Benedict

Why is Ben calling?

"Hello?"

"Tom! Thank God."

There's a loud screaming in the background.

"What's happening? What's wrong?" I hear the panic in my voice, but I don't try to control it.

That was Bea. I'd recognize her voice anywhere.

"Billie's in labor. We're on the way to the hospital. Meet us there."

"Can I talk to her?"

The line's dead before the sentence has finished leaving my lips. I need to get to the hospital. I rush through the people. They're not moving fast enough. Don't they know I need to get out of here? Who the bloody hell is at the airport at two in the morning anyway? Me. I'm at the airport at two in the morning. I shouldn't be, though. I should be with my wife.

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Your POV

"What do you mean it's too late for an epidural? You can't be serious!" you yell at the nurses.

"I'm sorry ma'am. You'll make it through just fine."

You groan. "Where's my husband? Is he here yet?"

"Not yet. We'll bring him in when he gets here."

The door opens and the doctor rushes in.

"Billie? I'm Doctor Anders. How are you doing?"

"How am I doing? I'm in labor two weeks early, my husband isn't here yet, and I just found out I can't have an epidural. I'm just peachy."

"Right," the doctor says. That was obviously not the answer she was looking for.

Pain shoots through you once more.

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Tom's POV

There's a scream from down the hall. It's Bea. I know it. I take off down the corridor before the lady behind the desk can get my name. I hear her yelling after me, but I need to find my Bea.

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Your POV

The door bursts open and Tom stands in the doorway.

"Tom," you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Darling."

He rushes to your side. The door opens again and there's a security guard standing there.

"It's fine," the doctor says. "He's the father."

The man glares at Tom for a moment before leaving.

"Tom," you whimper. "It hurts."

"I know, darling, but you can do it. Did you get an epidural?"

You shake your head. "It was too late. I couldn't."

He takes a deep breath and tries to act calm, for your sake, but you see the fear in his eyes.

"When I say so, push," the doctor orders.

Tom takes your hand and kisses your forehead.

"Push!"

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You open your eyes and look around. There's light flooding into the white hospital room. Tom's slumped in a chair next to the bed, sleeping. You try to remember what happened. Pain. You remember a lot of pain. Tom standing next to you. The cry of a baby. Your baby. Was it a boy or a girl? You rack your brain for answers, but you find that you honestly don't know. You passed out before you had a chance to find out. Tom stirs in his chair and opens his eyes. He smiles.

"G'morning," he yawns.

"Hi."

"Do you want to meet our son?"

A boy. You'd had a boy. You nod and Tom leaves the room. He re-enters a moment later, followed by a nurse pushing a small plastic tub. Tom lifts out the small blue bundle and carefully hands it to you. A tear rolls down your cheek as you look at the tiny human in your arms.

"Hello, William," you smile.

Thomas William Hiddleston Jr.

It was decided you'd call him William to help avoid confusion between the two most important boys in your life. That, and Tom wanted to name the baby after William Shakespeare.

"He's perfect," you whisper, taking his little hand and kissing if softly.

"You haven't seen his hair yet," Tom smiles, lifting the tiny blue cap from the boy's head.

Blonde and curly. Just like Tom's.

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