#quick imagine

Unfortunately, Henry is not a big fan of sharing Daddy’s attention, so you are always trying your best to keep him distracted him when he focuses on his fans.

At the moment, you are at the beach, taking a walk with your husband and your little boy. This was a much-needed vacation for both of you, Tom had been incredibly busy with movies and press tours, in the meantime you had been busy taking care of Henry and working hard on meeting deadlines at work. As an architect, you were either stressed about the designs, models or the presentations. Tom thought it was enough when he got back from his last press tour that year. He had been aching to go back home, take you out for dinner, play with his son, cuddle in bed with your little family and watch some old school Disney movie.

What he found upon coming back home last month was you running on fumes to finish a model. He tried to ask you to relax, saying that one night out would not hurt, but you were not having any of it and simply snapped.

You had been terribly embarrassed about it, turning red the morning after, promising to make it up and crying once you got around to apologizing. Tom had not been holding any bad feelings about it, he knew what it was and basically ordered you to take a vacation from work.

And now…you are staring at the beautiful beach, the sand creeps into your sandals as you walked, and the sun feels warm on your exposed skin while you listen to Tom talking to Henry.

“I swear!” He points at the water, “sometimes the whales come near the beach and it’s beautiful! But you must respect the animals, okay?”

“Have you touched one, Daddy?” He asks and places his arm on Tom’s shoulder.

Tom’s hair is a little longer than it usually is, but you gotta admit you like it. You reach out and run your hand through Henry’s curls, his hair looks almost as curly and messy as his dad’s. Tom is already wearing his swimsuit with a grey tank top, Henry is sporting something similar and your husband holds the child on his side with one arm while you carry your things in a backpack.

“Not a real one, H.” He says affectionately, turning to you with a smile. “Although…your mum and I swam with dolphins once…”

You smile at Tom and turn to your son.

“They’re soft and slippery.” You comment, foreseeing his next question.

“When was that?” Henry throws himself back on Tom’s arm to look at you, his head hanging upside down.

“Oh, it was years ago, love!” You catch yourself giggling while Tom attempts a manoeuvre to get Henry to sit up straight again, his facial expression is always priceless.

“Ah…” he complains, “You didn’t wait for me!” Henry complains again, this time you laugh and watch Tom chuckling as well.

Your husband gives up with the odd ways of your three-year-old and pats him in the belly.

“Oh, man if only you knew…” he mutters, which gets you blushing.

You had never been too good at math but you were always quite certain of one thing about that trip to Cancun: two people left London and three came back.

“What?” Henry reached out and touched Tom’s face without much care.

“Nothing, baby.” You say, avoiding to look at your husband’s smug smile. “Do you wanna build some sand castles?” You ask and the boy sits up nodding.

After an afternoon at the beach, you take pictures with the beautiful sand castles you three managed to build. Tom spots a group of kids playing near a tree and you see it in his eyes. He is dying to show off his Spider-Man-esque abilities.

You tell him to just go and he smiles a wide smile that never fails to get you in a good mood. Henry runs around the castle, trying to dig a canal for some water to run through and around the masterpiece you created.

You hand him a plastic shovel and look over your shoulder, Tom says hello to the boys around the tree and they grab their phones, recording videos of him as he talks to them.

“Muuuuum!” Henry cries, running to your lap, getting sand all over your legs, shorts and shirt.

“What is it, love?” You wrap your arms around him and look around, wondering what happened.

Henry cries and climbs up your body, clinging on and wrapping his smaller arms around your neck before you can spot the little orange animal.

“Oh…” you smile at your boy’s innocent fear, “that’s a little crab, darling!”

Henry cries out again and you decide to move away and try to distract him from the harmless creature.

You stand up and hold Henry in your arms, you turn to face the tree where Tom’s about to try a trick.

“Look, where did Daddy go?” You ask him.

Henry lifts his head from your neck and opens his eyes, looking around for a moment before finding him.

“I think he’s about to do something super cool…” you warn your kid.

“Daddy?” He wonders, and before you know it, Tom’s taking a few steps away from the tree.

He does not turn to see if you are looking, he simply goes for it; running toward the tree and using it to make an incredible jump forward. When he lands on his feet you thank the heavens and hear people cheering around the beach, your son included.

“Daddy!” Henry is so pure you can see right through him, he could as well be staring at God Himself.

Tom laughs and thanks the boys around him, he accepts taking some pictures with them and after a moment that seems eternal to your little boy he comes back to you.

“Daddy, daddy!” Henry reaches out and almost jumps out of your arms to get to Tom.

Everything about the super scary crab has been forgotten.

Tom holds his son up and smiles when he asks about the trick.

“Teach me! Can you teach me? Teach me!” Tom nods and smiles at his boy.

“Soon.” He promises and puts Henry on his shoulders.

It will really happen soon, Henry is a lot like Tom and it looks like he enjoys his dancing lessons as much as Tom always did. You guess now gymnastics will be thrown into the mix.

You suddenly feel a little overwhelmed. These vacations were supposed to help you clear your mind before doing anything rash…the only reason why you had been so stressed during the last few weeks was that you were worried and considering taking some time off to focus on your family.

“Darling?” Tom asks, his brown eyes stare down at you as you absentmindedly let your hands drop to your stomach, which he still somehow does not notice.

Tom had been home intermittently for the past six months, you did not think it would happen, but it did: you found out you were six weeks pregnant a day before he was officially back home, and you did not want anything more than to tell him and watch him get as excited as you were. You imagined Henry would be confused about the word “pregnant” but he would be excited too once he realized that it meant he would have someone to play with.

“Yes?” You wonder, blinking and thinking of the right thing to say now that he knew something was up.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m pregnant.”

It just comes out like some sort of verbal diarrhoea. Tom’s eyes widen and you instantly cover your mouth with your hand.

“Pregnant?” He asks, full of wonder.

“What is a preganant?” Henry asks from his comfortable sit on Tom’s shoulders.

“Uh…” you nod and look up at Henry. “It means you will have a little brother or sister.”

“Do I get to choose?” You giggle at your son’s comment, shaking your head.

Tom smiles and grabs Henry, putting him down and holding his hand to take a step toward you.

“I want to quit my job. I can’t handle everything! And you’re having another busy year next year!” You turn to Henry and cup his chin in your hand. “You deserve so much better too…”

“Darling,” Tom reaches out and places his hand on your waist, “you know I support you no matter what.”

You put your free hand on his cheek and smile in great relief.

“Come here, H!” Tom holds Henry up and the two of them Hug you.

“Mum?” Henry asks through the hug and when you turn to him, he stares up at you and grabs your face in his hands, “I want a brother…”

Tom smiles a goofy smile.