The London air in February was brisk, almost cold and you regretted not grabbing your coat before leaving. You only had a few blocks to go before you reached your destination, a boutique clothing store. You had already purchased Tom a birthday present but you had seen something in the store that was perfect when the two of you were window-shopping the other day. You had asked the store to put it aside and told them you would be there first thing in the morning. 

“Good morning,” the cashier said cheerfully as you walked through the door, “Are you, Y/N?” 

“Yes. I placed an item on hold.”

“Of course! I have it right here. Looks like your husband is going to be a lucky man.”

“Oh, he is not my husband, just my boyfriend,” you muttered as you hoped the questions stopped.

You and Tom had been an item for many years but neither of you had ever decided to push the step of marriage. Why fix it when it is not broken? The paparazzi had been ruthless at the beginning but because the two of you spent most of your nights at home, they quickly gave up.

“Well, either way, he is lucky,” the cashier continued as she delicately wrapped the clothing in tissue paper and placing it in the bag, “Enjoy!”

You grabbed the bag and shuffled out the store. You checked your phone. Shit! Tom would be back soon and you could feel your stomach grumbling. You should have eaten something before leaving. You broke out in a run which was a mistake and it only jostled your already upset stomach. By the time you made it to the front door, you were breathing through your nose just to keep from vomiting.

Bursting through the front door, you hurtled yourself to the downstairs bathroom. Running to the toilet, you unleashed the contents from your stomach. Not feeling any relief, you continued to dry heave until you heard the front door open. Panicked, you grabbed the bag and shoved it into the cabinet under the sink.

“Darling?” you could hear Tom asking for you as he came in.

“In here,” you strangled out, not even getting up as you were still retching.

Tom opened the door and his eyes widened at the sight of you hunched over the toilet. 

“Sweetheart, what is wrong?”

Tom rushed to your side and rubbed your back. You raised your head and smiled weakly.

“I think I got food poisoning from the takeaway last night.”

“Oh sweetie, if you want we can cancel the reservations tonight.”

“No!” you yelled just a little too loud, “It is your birthday meal. You have been looking forward to Hawksmoor for months.”

“Sweetheart, you are more important than any meal. Even a birthday meal.”

Tom had wetted a towel and placed it on the back of your neck. The cool wetness was soothing and you felt the waves of nausea subsiding.

“I will be fine. I just need to take it easy today.”

Tom looked at you skeptically but relented nevertheless.

“Alright darling, but you just say the word and I am calling to cancel.”

You slowly got yourself up from your knees and Tom took your elbow to help you up the rest of the way. He helped you to the couch, muttering the whole way. 

“Tom, really…I am fine. I just need to rest and probably drink some sparkling water.”

Tom shuffled to the kitchen to get you a cool drink and he returned within moments with a glass of sparkling water. You took a few sips and smiled at your loving boyfriend. You were starting to feel better and attempted to get up. Tom gently pushed back onto the couch.

“Please rest.”

You huffed down and pouted, “Fine. But we get to watch all the movies I want to watch.”

Tom pushed his glasses up.

“Even The Night Manager?” He looked hopeful.

You smirked back. “We are starting with that one.”

Tom hung his head and sighed. 

“Fine but it is my birthday after all.”

“Yes and I want to celebrate by watching my man in all of his glory.”

You placed emphasis on the words “all” and “glory”. The two of you spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch watching some of Tom’s greatest hits. You did not make him watch all of The Night Manager but you did make him sit through all of Crimson Peak and all three Thor movies. Before you knew it, Tom was getting up to get ready, he held out his hand to help you up.

The two of you got changed, dressing smartly before heading out to the restaurant. The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful. The steaks were impeccably cooked and no one bothered the two of you all night. The staff even brought out a dessert and sang “Happy Birthday”. Tom loved his new Jon Smedley sweater. This one in gray. He leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Darling, it’s perfect but you know I will never get ridf of my blue one.”

You smile. “I know, sweetie, but at least we can add another one into the rotation, Give old Blue a rest every so often.”

Tom laughed heartily. 

“Fair enough.”

Tom paid the check and the two of you grabbed your coat to enter the chilly London evening. Tom pulled you close and rubbed your arm to warm you up.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes. The meal was divine.”

The two of you enjoyed the quiet ride back home, talking about the past year and past birthday celebrations. The closer you got home, the more and more anxious you got. You did not know how Tom would react to his other gift.

Tom opened the door and clicked on the lights before Bobby came bounding towards them. He leaped onto Tom’s legs begging for treats. Tom went to the kitchen to where the jar of treats were kept. You hear Tom rustle around.

“Darling would care for some wine?” Tom emerged holding a bottle.

“No thanks. I’ll just have some water. I’ll be right back.”

You left to retrieve the bag with Tom’s present. You came back with it behind your back just as Tom was pouring his glass. He held up an empty glass. 

“Last call?”

“I really shouldn’t.”

“Suit yourself.”

Tom went over to couch and flopped down. He sipped at his wine and gestured for you to join him. You walked in trying to no avail to hide your bag. Tom was too eagle-eyed.

“What is that behind your back, darling?” Tom craned to try to look behind you.

“Just another present…” you muttered.

Tom put down his glass and waves you towards him.

“Bring it here.”

You sat down beside him and handed him the bag.

“It is nothing special. I just saw it in the store the other day and I thought you might want it.”

Sheepishly, you watched as Tom pulled the tissue paper out of the bag.

“I am sure whatever it is, it will be perfect.”

“I hope so, I am hoping you might grow into it,” you said with a smile. 

Tom pulled it a tiny garment. He looked confused.

“I’m not sure how I grow into this.” 

Tom was turning it over until it unfolded and he saw the writing on the front of the onesie which said “ I really really really love my daddy.”

Tom looked between you and the onesie in his hands. You could see the tears welling in his eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or happy.

“Is this some sort of joke?” he asked in a stern tone.

“No it is not a joke. I took a test a couple days ago, it was positive. I have an appointment in two weeks to confirm. I know it wasn’t planned but here we are. I hope you are happy because I can’t wait to be a mom and for you to be a dad.”

Tom silently got up from the couch and headed upstairs. You sat on the couch confused and rooted to your spot. You didn’t know what to do, run after him or leave. You decide to stay put. Tom reappeared in moments. He was fumbling with something in his hands. 

“Darling, I was going to wait to give this to you next week, but since it is a day of surprises and milestones I figured I would add my own.”

Tom slid down onto one knee and before you could comprehend what was happening, Tom produced a beautiful diamond solitaire ring from his pocket.

“Darling, these past several years havebeen some of the best of my life. You have made me so happy. I can’t imagine my life without you. And I want to be there as your husband for the birth of our child. Please do my the honor of being my wife.”

You started crying and sobbing.

“YES! Of course I will marry you. You had a ring?! What the hell Hiddleston.”

Tom raised onto his feet, pulling you up as well. He kissed you deeply as he slipped the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit.

“It wasn’t food poisoning, was it?”

“No, it was morning sickness.”

“And the no wine?”

“Yes.”

“You trickster.”

You smirked. “I learned from the master.”

The rest of the night was talking of plans and appointments. You had already made sure that Tom was available for your appointment. The two of you decided to tell family tomorrow and savoring this moment between the two of you.

As you both laid in bed, you were running your fingers through Tom’s long ginger locks. You could see him starting to doze off. The wine had taken effect.

“Best birthday ever, honey?” you asked in a soft voice in case he was asleep.

Tom’s eyes remained closed but you could see a smile curling around the edges of his mouth.

“Best day ever, honey. Now sleep while we can.”