➳summary: Maddie Pine thought she had her life figured out. She was pursuing her lifelong dream of becoming an artist, she had her two best friends Tom and Elena, and she was set to marry her college on-again, off-again boyfriend, Drake. But like everything in Maddie’s life, it never came easy. As the thunder clouds build overhead, a hurricane erupts when Maddie catches her fiancé cheating on her. Devastated and forced to cancel her weekend getaway with her and Tom’s families, Maddie’s unsure if she can carry on with her life… Until six months later, she receives an invitation to her ex-fiancéandcousin’s wedding extravaganza. Tom, the only man in this world who knows her inside and out, devises a plan to throw it back in the enemy’s face. He suggests that he and Maddie fake date for the wedding. But the night of the rehearsal dinner, Tom suddenly pushes the envelope a little too far and informs everyone that he and Maddie aren’t just dating, but they’re engaged.With both families ecstatic, Maddie and Tom are caught in the lies they tell to make their story believable… It’s all fun and games until you’re suddenly falling head over heels in love with your best friend, a promise you vowed to keep so many years ago. Join Maddie and Tom as they ride the waves of the ocean they’ve created and hopefully succeed in their escapade. Because if not… they’ll never be the same.
Saturday. Sunny. Not a cloud in the sky. Work calls.
“Hey, Maddie, could you arrange the paints that came in this morning?” Elena Johnson, Maddie’s longtime best friend and current boss, requested of her with a smile. Quickly glancing up at her from the stack of bins in her small hands, Maddie nodded her head.
Maddie had been working at Michaels Arts and Crafts store since she turned fifteen. She was currently an art student attending an actual art school. Maddie was grateful enough to her beloved parents for helping out, but more so to herself that a full-ride scholarship was granted to her for her artistic abilities.
Always maintaining a gift for sketches, painting, and everything art-related, it truly was Maddie’s calling and passion. Despite her aunt and uncle’s critical spurts at Thanksgiving and Christmas when the relatives got together.
One question Maddie always heard from dear Grandma Stella was:
“Why don’t you do like your sweet cousin, Hannah, and become a nurse?”
The most straightforward answer without causing a war: Maddie liked to paint.
Hannah didn’t have one innovative bone in her body. Her voice croaked as though she had a frog lodged in it, she believed Shakespeare was the name of a vessel that sailed across America, and she stumbles over her own feet.
She was gifted with good looks and nice hair, but again, nothing else.
So how she got into nursing school was beyond Maddie’s understanding.
There was no way in hell Maddie would allow Hannah Lucas to stick her with a needle.
Placing her things to the side, Maddie rescued her iPod Touch out of the pocket of her blue skinny jeans, soon scrambling to gather her earbuds.
“You were not tangled when I put you in my pocket!” Maddie hissed under her breath. It was as though they came alive in the darkness of her pocket, tangling their wires together into a tiny little knot. Maddie wondered if gremlins lived within the depths of her pockets and generated this distress. Toiling, Maddie persisted to unravel them as she made her way toward the back of the store that held the unorganized paints.
By the time Maddie reached her destination, she let out an “Aha!”to which a customer heard her, quickly peeking at the young worker. Maddie glanced back at her, seeing the artificial arrangement of flowers cradled in her hands. Lilies. Quick, what goes good with fake lilies?
“Those would look great paired with roses,” Maddie relaxed her hands on her hips in an endeavor to appear somewhat experienced. The woman averted her eyes to the flowers in hand, clearly not wanting to associate herself with an eighteen-year-old female who was held victorious untwisting her earbuds…
Folding her head down in humiliation, her cheeks burned red. Maddie quickly pushed the earbuds inside her ears and pressed shuffle on the iPod.
InstantlyDONTTRUSTMEby 3OH!3 came on. Maddie was suddenly grinning to herself, observing as the customer who scrutinized her amusingly darted down another aisle. Pushing her hips in circles, Maddie dropped herself to the ground and started sorting through the container of paints. It was a box full of acrylics, varying in a rainbow of colors.
As the music wafted through her ears, Maddie found herself humming. Gathering up a few bottles at a time, she wandered over to the shelves and lined them in neatly. The song played through and she was awkwardly dancing back and forth to it. It reminded her of all those cheesy dances she went to in junior high, which normally ended with someone getting drunk because their parents weren’t home and the party was moved there.
Elena had no issue with Maddie listening to music when it came to stocking, so long as it didn’t interfere with her helping customers.
Yet Maddie wasn’t anticipating being caught red-handed and ultimately mortified. Her dark hair flowed in its messy ponytail as she exploded with the raunchy lyrics.
Maddie piped the explicit words under her breath, not acknowledging her voice was carrying its way across the store. Her salacious dance had begun to transform into swaying hip gestures that would have her mother’s jaw striking the ground every time she trekked over to gather acrylic paints from the box. With that being said, she never saw himcoming.
Rotating into a circle, she shut her eyes and resumed the ill-sounding verse that was so freeing to sing, until she opened her eyes to see someone standing there.
“AHHHHH!”Maddie unexpectedly found herself colliding into someone’s chest. A hard chest at that.
Maddie yanked the earbuds out, the music still playing rather loudly.
“I am so sorry,” The voice said. It was velvety, delicate, and belonged to a guy. “But 3OH!3?”
And he had an accent?
Pause.
Did he just scorn her music selection?
Gradually, Maddie peeled her eyes away from the floor and peeked up. Clothed in a t-shirt and jeans, he had the curliest blonde hair and a pair of lovely eyes.
“Are you alright?” He asked Maddie, catching her bottles of acrylic paint on the floor to which he quickly bent down and helped her to pick up. Once they had them all nestled back into the box, Maddie breathed out a sigh.
“Yeah, curls. Thanks,” Maddie suppressed a laugh, his eyes flickering when she referred to him as curls. “Also, don’t hate on 3OH!3.” She pointed an index finger at him before continuing. “Um, is there something I can help you with?”
He grinned softly, licking his lips.
“I assume you also belt out the lyrics to My First Kiss, don’t you? But yeah, I was actually going to see if you could point me in the direction of painting. I’ve decided to participate in the activity.” He looked at Maddie who studied his face, pondering where his accent hailed from.
“Ireland?” Maddie questioned.
He narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Australia, wait, no. Hold on, I have to run through my countries.”
The man tipped his head to the side. “What are you - Wait. You seriously can’t tell from the accent?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“England!” Maddie cried.
“Atta girl,” He chuckled.
“Do you really love tea and is the weather the only thing you like to talk about?” Maddie threw out stereotypes. “And why do you call fries chips? A chip comes in a Lays bag.” She jabbered on to the stranger. That was her character trait. Maddie could befriend anyone, but something about the way he looked at her deliriously only added a comical element to the plain.
“Darling, if I’m not mistaken, you just stereotyped me. Hard.” He breathed out.
Maddie inhaled sharply. “Whoa, ‘darling’, already? I don’t even know your name.” She laughed. “But no, I’m just picking fun at you… Except for the chips and fries debate, that one still confuses me.”
He persisted to look at Maddie, blinking a few times as he analyzed her face.
“I’mTom, by the way. Hiddleston.” He presented her with his largehand.
Maddie beamed. “Who names their kid Tom by the way Hiddleston?” She blinked.
Tom gazed at this beautiful woman and that was when the two of them began laughing.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m Madelyn Pine, but please never call me Madelyn, unless I’m in trouble. Stick to Maddie if you want to see another day. Now really, I need to act like I’m doing my job. What can I do for you, Tom?”
He looked back at the painting supplies. “As I said, I want to try my hand at painting. I can act, somewhat sing, might as well add to the list… and maybe I’m trying to come up with an idea for a Christmas gift for my mom.”
“Christmas gift in September?” Maddie giggled.
Tom stared at her with his own chuckle. “If I’m horrible at it, I need to get some practice in beforehand.” He told her with a small smile.
Nodding, Maddie understood. “Do you want me to show you the supplies or would you like lessons?”
Tom’s eyes flickered wildly with curiosity at her suggestion.
“Lessons sound intriguing.”
Maddie bit her lip. “Here,” She smiled and pulled a pen out of her pocket. Grabbing Tom’s hand, she scribbled her number down on his palm. “This is my number… And this is what time my class starts tomorrow.”
Tom looked at Maddie and she smiled softly. “I’m an art student at the New York School of Art. I’ve been painting since I was six. Might I add, I’m pretty good. So I can show you a thing or two. Quite possibly, I could have you ready to paint a gift for Mumbefore Christmas.” She winked, bringing Tom to roll his eyes at the pronunciation of ‘mom’.
“You don’t rest, do you?” He asked her.
Maddie shook her head. “Nope, and if you want these lessons, you’ll have to deal with it.”
His smile spread wide across his face. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Maddie nodded, giving back the smile. “Wait, did I hear you say you act? I swear you have a face that’s reallyfamiliar.”
Tom chuckled. “A few things here and there, yeah. Now just waiting for the breakthrough, I presume.” He sighed.
Maddie smiled. “With those curls? You should get something.” She giggled. “How old are you?” Suddenly she asked.
Tom narrowed his eyes. “How old do I look?”
Contemplating, Maddie made a noise with her mouth as she surveyed him. Walking around him, Tom let out a laugh.
“Twenty…” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Three.”
Tom smirked. “Five years off, Love… Do better,”
Ten-year age difference. Not too bad. Her mother may be a little wary, but that’s only if she found out. Until then, Maddie wouldn’t let him think it was okay.
“That is disgusting. You are ancient.” Maddie stuck her tongue out at him.
He gasped. “How old are you?!”
“Eighteen!”
“A child!” Tom cried out.
Maddie and Tom exchanged a stare before they both busted into a fit of giggles.
He checked the time on his watch and sighed. “Alright, Maddie. I’ll let you get back to work. But I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
Maddie smiled and nodded her head.
“See you tomorrow, Curly Fry.” She sighed, already pinning him with a nickname that had him blushing.
MAY 21, 2021
HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA
The wind whipped through Maddie’s dark curls, the top down on the newly purchased Jaguar. With a grey exterior with red-hot seats, she felt like a primetime babe sitting behind the wheel of the convertible. Sunglasses covered her green eyes, Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC blasting. Weaving in and out of traffic, she watched as he grabbed the door handle.
“Darling,do you even know how fast you’re going?!” Maddie’s best friend of twelve years, Tom Hiddleston, exclaimed from the passenger’s seat of the car. Maddie let out a bellowing laugh, watching as his short and dirty blonde hair wafted along with the wind, the collar of his button-up nearly flapping.
“Oh, Hiddleston, you LOVE this!” Maddie exclaimed, pulling up at a light. “It was your idea for me to buy a Jag… you did this.” She pointed at him. She gazed down at the engagement ring on her left hand, watching as it dazzled underneath the sunlight.
“Yeah, but I’d also like to make it back to London in one piece.” He looked over at Maddie.
Smiling, Maddie reached out and grabbed his hand, tangling it through hers. “I’ll buy you a drink after this, alright?” She nudged him, knowing the man would never turn down the chance to drink with her.
“Make it a double… or a triple if we make it out of this car alive,” Tom smirked at her gorgeous face.
The duo’s next destination was the wedding dress shop. Maddie’s dress had its final alterations made and she wanted to have it picked up before she flew out to New York.
The time had come again for Maddie and Tom’s families to get together for a small, two-week getaway trip to a location that was randomly chosen… from a hat.
Thrilling, right? Each family member attending would write down their choice and toss it into a hat. Once it came time to plan the trip, the destination would be chosen and everyone would pitch in to pay.
This time, Tom’s mother, Diana, and Maddie’s mother, Amanda, picked together. The two became best friend’s nearly a year after Maddie and Tom did when Diana was adamant about meeting some of the young girl’s family upon her son bringing her home for a weekend in London right as Tom’s first movie, Thor took off, where he played the evil brother of a highly-acclaimed hero with superpowers, whose throne Tom’s character, Loki, was threatening to take over.
Once the two women were in the same room together, they were inseparable.
The destination chosen by Diana and Amanda was Hawaii.
Maddie was very much excited but desperately wanted to get to the bridal shop.
When the light turned green, Tom nearly gripped the sides of the red seats as Maddie lurched forward, practically bypassing everyone.
“Youstill scare the shit out of me,” Tom whispered.
“Hey!Language, Mr. Prim, and Proper!” She smacked his arm.
Tom shook his head. “You do! Love, we need to make it in one piece.Notseveral pieces.”
Giggling, Maddie soon pulled into the parking lot of the dress shop. Closing the top on the grey Jaguar, she and Tom both piled out. But of course, him being dramatic, he bent himself over with his hands on his knees.
“I think I’m going to throw up, darling.” He announced to her.
Maddie walked over to him, rubbing his back. “Aww, poor baby Hiddleston!” She said in a baby voice, making him playfully shove her. “Straighten yourself up. We’ve got work to do.” She winked.
Pushing her way inside, Maddie went up to the desk and was greeted with a friendly smile.
“Hi, I’m Maddie Pine. I’m here to pick up my wedding dress.” She informed her. The receptionist looked between Maddie and Tom, smirking to herself.
“I thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride’s dress?”
Maddie and Tom immediately shared a glance. “We’re not together.” They both said at the same time.
The woman glanced at the pair again, quickly laughing. In her mind, she thought of them to be quite adorable. A gentleman with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes paired up with a chestnut beauty with sparkling emeralds. “I’ll let Grace know you’re here, Ms. Pine,”
Maddie quietly thanked her as she turned back around, Tom and she made their way over to the bay window that showcased the glimmering downtown of Hollywood. “Tell me again why you dragged me along to pick up your wedding dress?” He leaned over her shoulder with a whisper.
Laughing, Maddie turned around to face him. “Because someone called and said they were in town… I figured it’d give us some time to catch up. We’ve still got to plan to sit down and watch the first season of Loki together. I’m very excited.” She nudged his side. She was proud of him for everything he had accomplished
Tom chuckled. “Don’t let Drake find out you’re with me,” He whispered.
Scoffing, Maddie rolled her eyes at the mention of her fiancé’s name. “Drake can kiss my ass. He’s just a fiancé, you’re my best friend.”
Tom smiled. “You did meet me first, didn’t you? Anyway, are you sure you want to marry him? Based on that comment, you could care less.”
Heloved giving Maddie hell, not just for Drake, but any guy she had ever dated. It’s how the two functioned. When either of them got themselves tangled up in a relationship, they nitpicked the other’s significant other… Until there were certain ones that they found no flaws in.
“At least my ass didn’t get a song written about them.” Maddie looked up at him, Tom’s mouth falling open.
“You’renever going to let the Swift comments go… are you?”
Maddie shook her head. “I’ll tell your kids about it too.”
Tom rolled his eyes and shoved her.
“You’re just upset I didn’t take you as my date to the Met Gala,” He narrowed his gaze.
Maddie turned around, arms crossed over her chest. “Yeah? If you would’ve taken me, your ass wouldn’t have a hit on the radio,”
Tom glared meanwhile Maddie’s lips pressed into a tight line. But then Maddie snickered, not able to keep a straight face. He wrapped his arm around her and hugged her to his side.
“Darling, I would’ve taken you, had you not been showcasing your newest art piece.”
Sighing, Maddie nodded. “…Which my best friend thought wasn’t as important as the Met Gala”
“Darling!” He groaned. “I was invited!”
Just as Maddie was about to say something more snarky just to irk his nerves, Grace appeared. “Maddie! Hi!” She smiled, then looked at Tom briefly. “Is this the darling groom?”
“Best friend,” Maddie and Tom again said in unison.
Grace quickly nodded, glancing between the two, ushering them back. Maddie reached her hand out and wiggled her fingers, motioning Tom to follow. Once they were nestled in the back, Tom took a seat in the waiting portion while Grace helped Maddie into the gown.
“This dress is stunning, Maddie. The day you purchased it, I had four other brides want the same one.” She informed the bride with a glimmering smile. Maddie giggled lightly, watching as she unzipped the bag. She removed her clothes and was soon placed back into the wedding dress.
Fitting her frame perfectly, it was solid white with beads of lace running across it. The veil Maddie had chosen was long and sparkly. The dress itself was strapless and pushed her chest upwards, giving her an encouraging lift. It hugged her small waist and was a mermaid style at the bottom. Looking at herself in the mirror, Maddie gasped, covering her mouth.
“You look gorgeous,” Grace grasped her shoulders. “Are you going to let the gentleman outside look?”
Nodding, she helped Maddie off of the step.
Making her way out of the small room, Tom’s head picked up. His eyes grew wide, his smile stretching out across his face. Pressing his index finger to his pursed lips, he watched as the gown moved elegantly with each step Maddie took. Stepping onto the platform, she looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
“Darling, you look breathtaking,”Tom announced, standing up. Maddie smiled and watched him come closer, his hands reaching out to grab hers.
Sniffling, Maddie wiped her eyes.
“I figured since you and my dad are giving me away, it was only fitting if my best friend saw it,” Maddie whispered. It was a decision that her father was certainly a part of. Jake Pine encouraged Maddie to ask Tom to walk her down the aisle alongside him, as he and Tom both had been steady men in her life.
The small pain that coursed through Tom’s chest when Maddie mentioned him walking her down the aisle was evident, but he tried to mask it with another smile. He wanted Maddie happy, and if walking her down the aisle to the prick he couldn’t stand made her happy, he’d do it with pride.
“You look gorgeous, love. It’s you in a dress, extra as ever.” Tom laughed, causing Maddie to grin. For a moment, the two of them stared at one another longingly before she ultimately cleared her throat.
“I’m going to take it off… if I don’t, I’ll never want to.” She sighed, turning around to disappear into the back. Tom walked back over to the seat and plopped down, his head falling into his hands.
He was more than ready to get this vacation in Hawaii started, so he could be around everyone. Although he’d have to deal with Maddie’s nuisance of a fiancé, so long as he could see her smile, he would be pleased.
Tom had been told countless times, whether it was from Diana, Emma, Sarah, Chris, or even Ben or Sophie, that he was a fool if he let Maddie get married on December 4th.
But Tom wasn’t about to bust up a relationship that she seemed happy with, all because sometimes he laid in his bed at night, wishing she were there.
Then again, Tom fought himself constantly over the idea of whether or not he and Maddie were meant to be together. Part of him screamed yes, they were a match made from above. Yet the other part of him yelled no. Why? Because their friendship had stood through the test of time, his crazy life, her swirling world, and many scandalous ups and downs that nearly broke them. Maddie adored his life, the liveliness of it, the satisfaction of the fame. She ate up any chance he gave her to be in the spotlight alongside him.
Could they really be together?
Tom was pulled out of his thoughts when Maddie reemerged, the dress in hand.
“Ready?” Maddie smiled at her best friend, the man who had essentially watched her grow up. She was all but eighteen, spunkier than ever, while he was four years away from entering his thirties.
The two balanced the other out, everything falling into place. Tom knew he was hooked on Maddie the moment she made fun of him for being British in that small aisle inside Michaels twelve years ago.
He couldn’t afford to lose her. If he did, he would lose a piece of himself. The woman who has kept him practically grounded. His closest confidant, the person who knew his deepest and darkest secrets, never once passed judgment.
“Yeah,” He smiled, the two of them soon making their way out of the dress shop. Tom grabbed the dress from Maddie’s hands and was headed to put it into the car until she made a sour face.
“What?” He asked, then he realized.
The damn dress wasn’t going to fit.
“You are a dumbass for driving the two seated convertible to get your wedding dress!” Tom exclaimed, making Maddie bust out laughing.
“But I’m the dumbass you love, Hiddleston!.”
Tom felt his heart clench at the word love.
“Oh… you are.” Tom sighed, the two of them soon figuring out how to travel with the dress inside of its bag.
The drive back to Maddie’s Hollywood home was filled with her shrieking, “Thomas William, if you crease my dress, I’m throwing you into a volcano as soon as we get to Hawaii!”
“Just shut up and keep driving, I’ve got it!” He said back to Maddie through a laugh.
T-Minus two days until Maddie’s flight to New York before she leaves for Hawaii…
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
➳ summary: Two years after you and Tom say ’I do’, the decision has been made that Ella deserves to become a big sister. But when struggles are faced with a jealous two-year-old who doesn’t want to share her parents, plus hideous parts of your past come back to greet you, can you really build this darling family with your husband and get out in one piece?
“How are you?” Your mother asked over the line when silence had brewed. A surge of anger coursed through your veins as you swallowed hard.
“How can you even ask me that?” You shot out.
Tom was rubbing his fingers into your skin. Your eyes flickered up at him as you motioned for him to go ahead and start driving home.
“What? Honey, it’s… It’s been a while,” Your mother who was named Cassandra, responded.
“Exactly,Cassandra.It’s been more than a while,” You spat.
“Excuse me? Who do you think you are?” She shot back at you.
“A woman who deserted me when I NEEDED her, that’s freaking who!” You screamed. “The moment I told you I was pregnant, you and Dad cast me aside as if I were trash!A used-up whore is what I recall you telling me,” You seethed.
Tom’s face flickered with anger at the revelation of your mother’s harsh words.
“Y/N, that was…”
“THREE YEARS AGO!” You informed her. “My daughter is TWO. TWO!”Your voice wavered and Tom felt the need to calm you down.
“Baby, shh,” He reached over and ghosted his hand over your stomach. You clutched your fingertips through his knuckles as tears threatened to build.
“…I’ve made some mistakes, I know,” Cassandra breathed out. “I’ve regretted everything I’ve told you. When you left, and I never heard from you again – it hurt me,”
Scoffing, you ran your hand over your face. “Really? You’re the one who was hurt? You don’t know how much HELL I’ve been through the last three years,” You griped.
“Then let me be a part of your and my granddaughter’s life. We can start over,” You heard the breaking in her voice.
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “No, that’s not a good idea… I’m not sure whether Ican forgive you. And there’s no point in letting my daughter know somebody who didn’t even want her. And newsflash, Cassandra.She’s the best child I could have ever asked for. When you and Dad shut the door on me, she was the only light I had and NO ONE is going to take that AWAY from me. Do you hear me? So, listen clearly. I don’t want you a part of mine, my daughter’s, OR my husband’s lives. You got that?” You knew you were coming off short-tempered, but how could she? Cassandra hadn’t spoken a word to you since she and your father kicked you out of their house.
“Y-you’re married? You and Ian are married?” She asked.
Clenching your jaw, you closed your eyes. “No,” You answered. “I married my daughter’s father,”
Andthat opened the door to your mother’s ridicule. “So you cheated on poor Ian?”
“SCREW. YOU.” You screamed and hung up the phone before quickly blocking it. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your face fell into your hands, the phone dropping into the floorboard beneath you. Tom was thankful he arrived at the house just moments after.
“Baby,”He cooed. You sobbed as he hurried his way out of the car after cutting the engine. He raced to the passenger’s side and yanked the door open before pulling you into his arms. You cried with your face buried into the crook of his neck, arms tossed over his shoulders.
“I hate her so much, Tom,” You sobbed. “S-she deserted me, she never cared,”
Tom ran his hands through your hair and quickly pulled you into his arms. He carried you bridal style toward the front door, he unlocked it and whisked you inside.
“I know, Darling, I know,” Tom kissed your cheeks that were wet with tears. As he got you inside the house, he carried you toward the couch and sat down, feeling as you curled up into his lap. Undergoing this kind of stress certainly wasn’t beneficial for you, especially this early on in the pregnancy. Deep down, Tom hoped that Cassandra wouldn’t make a return, as he wasn’t sure what he would do if you were face-to-face with your mother again.
Stroking his fingers through your hair, he held you in silence while ensuring you were calming down. “Hey, look at me,” He said, grabbing your chin and tilting your head backward. Your eyes were glassy, his heart-shattering at the sight of you crying. “It’s okay. I’m here, Carrie and Ben are here, we’ve got Ella, not to mention another addition on the way,” He rested his hand on the nonexistent bump. “You’ve got us all surrounding you, and I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you, Ella, or this baby,”
Sniffling, you nodded your head. Tom offered you a kind smile.
“Now, come here, Love,” He pulled you forward for a sweet kiss. “Do you want to go with me to get Ella from daycare, or will you be okay here by yourself?”
You sighed, knowing you should start dinner. “Go ahead, I’ll get started on dinner,” You rubbed his chest. He nodded and left a lingering kiss on your forehead that made you smile.
Tom grabbed his keys for the second time and left the house. While you went into the kitchen to start dinner for the three of you, your husband was gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel as he focused on the situation from earlier. His knuckles flushed white at the raging thought of your mother and how she spoke to you. He found solace in the fact that his mother, sweet Diana, accepted you as her own daughter. He wished that Ella would’ve had both grandparents on either side of the family in her life, but according to your mother’s actions… Tom never wanted his little girl to face those hardships.
The drive to Ella’s daycare was filled with the soft hum of the radio, but Tom’s mind was echoing. He was grateful when he arrived and stepped out, sunshades thrown over his eyes as he approached the door leading into the daycare. Immediately, Ella’s head which was full of precious blonde locks popped up.
“DADDY!”She squealed, her toddler feet rushing her forward. He smiled and admired the outfit he had dressed her in. The baby blue shirt was paired with a coral pair of shorts and her white sandals.
“Ella-Bella!”Tom said, moving to the floor as Ella raced forward. He picked his baby girl up, feeling as she immediately pulled the sunglasses off his face so she could see his eyes. She squeezed his cheeks together and kissed him, Tom laughing.
“How’s my darling girl? Did you have fun today, sweetheart?” He asked her, tickling her belly.
“Mmhmm!” Ella folded her hands together before dropping her head onto her father’s shoulder.
“Hi, Tom,” Mary, the head of the daycare spoke with a kind smile. She was a younger woman who had a love for all children around her. “Ella has been asking me constantly when daddy was coming to get her,”
Tom’s face brightened with a smile as he looked at Mary. “Thanks for all you do, Mary,” He sighed.
Mary smiled, dipping her head. The brunette flashed Ella a smile, her blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t tell the others… But Ella is certainly a favorite of mine,” She said as Ella beamed at her. “How’s Y/N?”
Tom sighed. Mary had become a good friend to the two of you since enrolling Ella in her daycare. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but,” He licked his lips. “She’s pregnant,”
Mary’s eyes widened as she reached out to grab Tom’s arm.
“Really?! Oh my God, Tom, congratulations!I know how hard you two have been trying,” She covered her mouth with a wide smile.
Tom laughed, nodding. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be. The first time around… Well, neither of us remembered it, but…” He trailed with a blush, Mary laughing with him. She knew the back story to your and Tom’s crazy journey, a story that seemed it was only fitting for a bookor crazy drama show.
“Sometimes it’s a hit or miss,” Mary breathed out. “But please, if you two need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I adore Y/N. And if you two ever need a babysitter on the weekends when Carrie isn’t available, don’t hesitate to call. Keeping Ms. Ella Hiddleston is a treasure,”
“That’s me!” Ella piped up at the mention of her name.
Tom chuckled and kissed his little girl’s cheek. “Indeed it is, love bug. Are you ready to go see Mommy? She’s missed you so much,”
“Mommy!”Ella nodded with a beautiful smile. Mary laughed and grabbed the bag Ella was given earlier this morning before waving goodbye to the toddler.
“Bye, Ella!” Mary waved.
“Bye, May-May!” Ella blew her a kiss. She was certainly a charismatic little girl, something she got from Tom entirely.
The car ride home featured Ella and Tom blaring the radio, each of them singing random songs that both recognized. Ella’s voice squealed when she saw the familiar home appear in her eyesight. As he unbuckled Ella from her seat, Bobby was already barking on the other side of the door, immediately bringing excitement to course through the toddler’s already wired veins. She rushed to the door and stood on her tip-toes to reach the doorknob, almost able to get it.
“Dada! Help!” She cried.
“Hold on, princess,” Tom laughed. “Daddy’s coming,” He twisted the doorknob, the chocolate Cocker-Spaniel dashing forward at the sight of his favorite tiny human. Licking Ella in the face as she fell to her knees, she giggled excitedly as Bobby smothered her in love. Ella gently held his head.
You smiled at the sight of them as dinner cooked on the stove. “Do you remember when she first learned to say, Bobby?” You looked at Tom.
Tom scoffed. “Yeah, she called him Booby for the longest time. You should’ve seen the looks I got on walks with her and him. I had to swear his name was Bobby and showed the tag for proof,”
You giggled at the memory. “Ella-Bella!” You called your daughter’s name.
“MOMMY!”Ella screeched as she pushed off Bobby and rushed for you. You picked the baby girl up in your arms and felt as she began to smother you in kisses. She ran her hands over your hair and gave you a delightful smile, one that replicated Tom’s perfectly.
“Did you have fun with Mary today at daycare?” You asked her.
Ella nodded and held up her wrist to show a bracelet that she was given.
“Oooh! It’s so pretty, baby,” You gasped. “Mommy may have to get one too so we can match!”
Tom smiled and put Ella’s things away. “Here, you go ahead and settle in with her, I’ll finish up dinner,” He whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Nowadays, Ella didn’t try to shove your face away in jealously. She allowed you two to share kisses and adorably would yell, “Awww!”every time.
You placed Ella down and laughed. “Let’s go ahead and get your bath, okay?” You asked her.
“Okay!”Ella agreed before rushing toward the staircase. You hurried in behind her, watching as she mastered the stairs with crawling, her laughter echoing off the walls and bringing utter joy to your husband’s ears as he tended to your unfinished dinner.
While you bathed Ella though, your mind was running with an instant replay of your conversation from earlier. You still couldn’t believe your mother had the audacity to call you, after all this time.
And while you shouldn’t stress over it, there was a part of you that feared the worst;
➳ this is for a hundred kissing details prompts. if you want to see me write a fic from this prompt list, let me know! :) sorry for any mistakes!
➳a/n: welp this turned a little spicy and i wasn’t even intending it to note to self; listening to Rob Zombie doesn’t help. :))))
➳pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader
➳summary: Choosing not to kiss you because he doesn’t want to make you both late to an appointment with your wedding planner, you aren’t happy with that.
➳warnings: def allude to smut, choking, dom!reader/sub!Tom, switch relationships?? i think that’s it
➳prompts:“i’m not going to kiss you.”+ “why?” + “because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.”
The sunlight poured into the window, bringing you to squint your eyes. You could feel strong arms wrapping around you, a bed of scruff nuzzling into the crook of your neck which made you giggle.
“Morning, handsome,” You called out, knowing that Tom was already smiling against your back.
“Morning, Darling,” His sleepy voice called out to you. You sighed and happily snuggled further into him. “We’ve got a long day ahead of ourselves…” He sighed. Your eyes were bright yet full of sleep. Looking down, you saw his large hands wrapped around your midsection. The sparkle of your diamond ring made you remember that you were meeting with the wedding planner today.
“Ah, that is right,” You whispered. “Wedding planning… Can you believe in just four more months, I’ll be taking your last name?” You couldn’t help but still feel as though you were living in a dream. After having dated Tom since 2017, you were wondering when wedding bells would ring. It came before you knew it, when he proposed to you a few months ago.
“I cannot wait,”Tom laughed, kissing the back of your neck lightly. “It’ll be the happiest day of my life, Darling,” He whispered.
You smiled. “Mine too, babe…”
As you started to turn around in his grasp, you saw his pretty face staring back into yours. You giggled, reaching up to caress his cheeks with a heartfelt smile that made Tom’s heart start to beat a little faster. But he knew if he caved in, if he even brushed his lips across yours in the slightest, the wedding planner would never see your faces.
Tom inhaled, rubbing your shoulders.
“I’m not going to kiss you.” He announced, closing his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his cologne left over from last night.
“Why?”You asked, grazing his chest with your nails that automatically sent his eyes into a roll. Tom’s face broke out into a grin as he caressed your back with his fingertips, earning a soft hum to fall from your pretty lips that looked so inviting, so tempting… So delicious.
"Because if I do, I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.“ Tom answered with honesty dripping from his voice. You tilted your head to the side, smiling widely.
“Awh, are you afraid we’re going to get so caught up in bed together, that we’ll miss our meeting with Stella?” You started to climb over your fiancé’s body. He hissed, feeling as your hips straddled his. Squeezing your thighs around his waist, you slowly began to grind down on top of him.
“Love,”Tom hissed, the slight prick of your teeth on his chest driving him crazy. His hands drifted until he was cupping your ass in his hands. You jumped lightly, but continued to push your hips into his hands. He groped the flesh in his hands, feeling as you slowly brought your tongue up his chest to dance across his throat.
Gently wrapping your hand around his neck, the feel of your skin aaginst his made Tom’s erection grow bigger underneath your bottom. Wiggling your hips for an extra pop of desire, Tom’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt you lightly grip his throat, delicately choking him.
“C’mon, Hiddleston,” Your voice turned husky, a darkening note of lust lacing your tone.
He watched you, seeing this bittersweet game you played with him. Holding his eyes, he felt your hips continuously grind down against his. “I know you want to touch me,” You whispered, grabbing his hand and forcing it in between your thighs.
Tom connected his fingers with the wetness hidden beneath your panties and it was game over. Flipping the two of you over, you squeaked as your fiancé pinned you underneath him, wrists above your head. Hooking a leg around his hips, you guided him down for a searing kiss that left both of you breathless. Your hands came out of his clutch, only to rake your nails into his skin that was on fire for you, a deep emotion of lust overtaking his body.
He was already ripping your panties away, tiny gasps eliciting from your swollen lips as you tasted Tom’s tongue pressing to yours. He growled against your mouth, teeth nipping your throat as he lowered his head, the strands of dark hair tickling your chest.
“Just like that, Tommy,” You coaxed him in a sweetheart tone that made him moan loudly. “Give me exactly what you want…” Your voice made him quiver, his submissive side showing through as he tried to remain dominant.
It was the whimper that fell from his mouth. He started this war by choosing not to kiss you. He knew he was marrying one of the most hardheaded, dominant women he had ever come across who could lay on her back and be submissive shortly after. The perks of you both being switches. You had the best of both worlds.
Tom kissed you deeper, hand wrapping around your throat to choke you as he stared at you. “One round, that’s it,” He said.
You smiled.“Yes Sir,” You hissed, begging him to take you.
