Picture is how I imagine Will
*Willa*
Two big brutal, but rather dumb looking, men come into the room, one of them pushing Will's wheelchair, with my very angry looking son cursing at him.

"Leave him alone". I hiss at them, feeling how my entire body is tensing up, ready to protect my kid.

"Mom, are you okay ?" He instantly asks, looking at me with worry that melts my heart.

I hurry over to take his hand. "I am okay sweetie, they didn't touch you, did they ?"

"Not beside forcing me in here". He says with a small smile. "I hit them though, many times".

"Good boy". I give him a proud smile. He reminds me so much of his father, and maybe about myself too. "But don't put yourself in danger".

Dan rolls his eyes and yawns theatrically, like this is all an inconvenience to him. "So if we are done with all this jibber jabber, we need to decide what to do ...".

"Oh I have an idea". Will says in the coldest tone I ever heard from him. "What about you take your monkeys and fuck out and plays catch with some trucks on the freeway".

One of the men steps forward, looking about to punch my son and I instantly put myself in front of him, glaring at him . He will have to go through me to get to Will, and I will fight nail and tooth.

Dan waves him off with a flick of his hand. "No, what I meant is like where we are going to live, and if that kid can behave and keep his mouth shut or we need to find another solution for him".

"Live ? Damn man you are like a whole new level of deranged". Will groans and now he is the one rolling his eyes. "Do I need to spell it for you ? Mom isn't interested in your sorry ass".

"He is a lot like his dad isn't he ?" Dan says, looking at me.

I give him a smirk, grinding my teeth slightly. "Oh yes, luckily he is".

"Yeah I am not a fan". Dan shrugs, his expression looks like he just smelled something bad. "His father was an annoying bastard too".

"My father will kick your ass back to last week". Will hisses and looks like he might get out of the chair and do it himself.

Dan chuckles coldly. "Your father is not gonna do anything ... ever again".

"What do you mean ?" Will looks at Dan, then at me, fear in his eyes.  "Mom, what is he saying ?"

I shake my head slightly, trying to tell him to stay calm. "Nothing Will, he is just trying to wind you up, ignore him".

Honestly I am trying to convince myself too, he has to be lying, I need him to be lying, I am not sure either me or Will would be able to handle it if it was true.

"What I am saying, you insolent little bastard ...". Dan walks over, to lean down over my son. "Is that your dear daddy is rotting on the floor in a hotel room in Australia as we speak".

I push him hard in the chest, making him step back. "Get away from my son you ...".

Pain shoots through my face as his hand connects with my cheek, making me gasp, but a bigger fear grips me when I hear the growl of anger from my son.

*Tom*
When we land I am instantly up, waiting to get off, and apologising to the very understanding stewardesse for having been annoying. Luckily she gives me a warm smile and tells me she has much worse passengers every day, and out of pure instinct I tell her I am sorry about that, making her laugh.

Has airports always been this crowded and slow ? Or is everything and everyone just ganging up on me today ?

I don't even care to get my suitcase, I can worry about that later, right now I need to get out of here and home. Luckily I have a car waiting for me outside.

"As fast as you can". I tell the driver after jumping into the car and giving him the address. "Without risking our lives of course".

"Sure Mr Hiddleston". He says with a grin, pulling out from the curb. "Missing that pretty little girlfriend of yours".

I nod and look out the window, feeling fear clench up my stomach. "Something like that yeah".

The driver is doing his best, but traffic in London is hell, it always is, but like with the airport I feel it is worse than normally and that it somehow taunts me.

I do not like this feeling at all, I am stressed and scared out of my mind, but I can't do anything and it makes me want to yell at everyone and hit stuff just to get some of the tension out.

"So she is pregnant right ?" The driver asks, as we are holding at a red light, waiting for traffic to clear, my foot tapping impatiently.

It takes me a moment to realise that he means Willa. "Yeah, triplets".

"So ... yours ?" He glances at me in the mirror.

"What ?" I am about to yell that of course they are mine and how he even dares insinuates differently, but I rein myself in at the last moment and send him a stiff smile. "Yeah, they are mine".

He nods. "Must have been a surprise with the big one, but at least you can see he is yours ... but why did she lie ?"

"Sorry it is not to be rude or anything". I try giving him a friendly looking smile. "I had a very long flight and I am super tired, so I don't really want to talk about my family. Is it okay if I just close my eyes for a moment ?"

"Of course Mr Hiddleston, sure". He smiles but looks slightly disappointed.

I lean back in the seat, closing my eyes, not that I will get any kind of rest, instead I am sending a prayer to whoever might be listening 'Please let me be wrong and paranoid about this ... please let them be safe'.