Request: 18, 25, & 30 with Tom Hiddleston

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"I hate you, Thomas."

"What--Why, Darling? What have I done?"

You gesture to your five-months-pregnant belly with a glare. "You did this. This is your fault."

Tom relaxes and laughs, letting the book drop from his hand so he can place his hand over your stomach. "I think you had a little something to do with it to, yes?"

You roll your eyes. "I feel like I'm dying, only I'm alive. I can tell because of the pain that never ends. It's like a period times a bazillion."

"That's not a real number," Tom grins.

"You're really asking for it, Hiddleston."

Tom's laugh turns concerned as you huff a sigh and scoot down in the bed, pulling the covers over you. "Are you all right, Darling? Do you need anything?"

You lean on your side, facing him. "I'm fine."

"That's reassuring," Tom replies, cocking an eyebrow.

"Really, I'm fine."

"One thing I have learned over my relationships is that when a woman says she's fine, she's quite the opposite." Tom leans his chin on your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss there. "Tell me. What can I do?"

You shake your head. "Nothing, really. I want to sleep, but I always wake up."

"Too hot or cold?"

"No," you retort, reaching for his hand. "Nightmares."

Tom runs his free hand up and down your arm, comforting you. "Want to talk about them?"

"They're nothing new," you assure him, looking up at his face. "My nightmares are usually about losing you."

Tom gives you a sad smile and pulls you into his embrace, gently cradling you in his arms as he tucks you under his chin. "You'll never lose me," he assures you.

"That's good," you laugh nervously. "'Cause I can't bloody do this alone."

His grip around you tightens. "Never."

"Never ever?" you tease.

He laughs, kissing your forehead. "Never ever."