Chapter Forty: William

8.5K 213 11

Tom's POV

"Good morning, little one," I say to the small boy smiling up at me from the bassinet sitting in the corner of our bedroom.

I've grown accustom to our new morning routine. I wake up, shower, get William ready for the day, and let Bea sleep just a few more minutes. I change his nappy and put on clean clothes. Out in the living room, we sit with a warm bottle. I feel soft hands run down my chest and a kiss on my cheek.

"Good morning, love," I greet her quietly.

"Yes it is," she replies, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

She moves around to sit on the couch. Curling up into a ball next to me, she places her head on my shoulder.

"Tom?" she whispers.

"Yes, darling?"

"Are you happy?"

"Oh, yes. I couldn't be happier."

She sighs happily and snuggles closer. William pushes the bottle away from his mouth and his little body wiggles around, as though, he too, is trying to snuggle closer. He finally settles down and closes his eyes. I look at my wife and son. I'm the luckiest man in the world.

---

Your POV

You must have dozed off. You hear snoring and open your eyes to see Tom's head resting on the back of the couch, his eyes closed. He's still holding William close to his body. You stand up and smile as you gently pry the child away from your husband's arms.

"William," Tom mumbles, his arms grasping around for the the boy.

"I've got him," you whisper, placing your hand on Tom's cheek.

His hand moves up and rests on yours. He smiles as he opens his eyes. He gets off the couch and wraps his arms around you, pulling you and William close to his warm body.

"You look beautiful this morning."

You frown and compare yourself to the man who's holding you in his arms. Your hair hasn't been brushed through, you're wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt that's too big. He's showered and is wearing a cotton t-shirt and black jeans. His curls sit perfectly on his head.

"Are you just trying to be charming?"

He chuckles. "Darling, I'm always charming. I'm serious though, you look absolutely ravishing."

He looks into your eyes and sees the doubt harbored there.

"You don't believe me," he frowns.

You shrug and move to place your head against his chest, but his hand moves to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Why don't you think you're beautiful?"

You shrug once again. "I've always stood in the shadows compared to you. I don't mind it. Somehow, being around you, I forget about myself completely, and it doesn't matter, because nobody's looking at me when you're around."

He pushes the hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.

"You underestimate your beauty. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I seem to recall seeing a few men staring in your direction."

"Liar."

"I'm not! It's true!"

You look in his eyes and see that he's dead serious. A hint of jealously sits on his face.

"Tom Hiddleston, do you get jealous?"

"More often than I'd like to admit," he mumbles.

"Well, you have nothing to worry about."

There's a cooing coming from the bundle in your arms. You look down to see large blue eyes staring up at you.

"You didn't finish your breakfast young man," Tom says sternly, gesturing to the half full bottle sitting on the couch.

The smile on the boy's face grows as he looks at his father.

"He has your smile," Tom says.

"Mm. Well I'm pretty sure he's going to look just like you when he's older."

"Great, all we need is two of me. Poor kid."

"Anyone who looks like you is lucky. Jeez Tom, stop acting like you don't know how perfect you are," you laugh.

He rolls his eyes.

"Look at how big you're getting. You need to stop growing. You're only a few months old, I don't think you're supposed to be this big," Tom frowns.

"They grow fast," you say.

"Too fast. Maybe we need to have another baby," he grins.

You raise your eyebrows. "And when do you want this to happen?"

"Now."

"Ha! Yeah right! If I got pregnant, you'd freak out."

He doesn't deny it. "You're right. As much as I love William, I don't think we can handle another one right now."

You turn to look at the clock on the wall.

"Tom, you should get to work soon."

"They can't film my scenes without me. They'll just have to wait."

"Tom. Go."

You raise yourself onto your tiptoes and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll probably be home late tonight. Don't wait up."

---

You feel a weight being lifted off of your chest. You open your eyes and see the light from outside shine onto Tom, holding your son.

"I told you not to wait up," he whispers.

"I didn't. I was sleeping."

"On the couch. That doesn't count as going to bed."

You shrug, lifting yourself off of the couch and following Tom into the bedroom. He gently sets William in the bassinet. You wrap your arms around his middle.

"You realize he's getting too big for the bassinet. We're going to have to put him in the nursery soon," you point out.

A sort of groan comes from Tom's throat. "Just a few more nights."

---

Hey everyone, I want to thank you all for reading, voting, and commenting. Even if I don't reply to the comments, I really appreciate them, and I read them all!

Captured Hearts: A Tom Hiddleston FanficRead this story for FREE!