He smiles and grabs the basket as he gets out of bed and dressed before heading down, excited for the hunt. Once he makes it to the living room, he surveys the room, soon spying an egg peeking out from behind some photographs on the mantle. He gazes at the photo of you two on your first date. You both looked so happy. Picking up the plastic egg, which to his surprise, is numbered with a one, he slowly opens it. Tom’s smile only widens when he sees the contents. Inside are two truffles, reminiscent of the dessert you two had on your first date. Along with the candy, there was another small piece of paper that said, Four years ago, I fell in love with a man…

He bites his lip and blushes slightly, remembering that night fondly. A minute goes by before he realizes he’s still standing in front of the fireplace. He shakes himself and pops one of the truffles into his mouth as he turns his attention back to looking for eggs. He walks past the patio door before backing up to take a closer look. A bright green egg, hiding in the planter outside, catches his eye. After retrieving it, he groans when he notices it has a three on it. Tom considers opening it anyway, thinking you wouldn’t know. He goes to pop it open but shakes his head and places it in the basket waiting for the other egg. He finally spots it the egg in the dining room under the table. Inside are a few Valentines' candy hearts and a piece of paper that reads, That next Valentine’s day, I finally told him that I loved him. 

The brunette quickly opens the third egg, eager to see what the next note would say. He smiles as he reads it. A year later, I married my prince charming.

His growling stomach interrupts his thoughts and he continues his search, soon locating the fourth egg. He frowns, disappointed that this one only contains some jelly bellies. Tom makes his way to the kitchen, his eyes widening when he sees a very large plastic egg sitting on top of a plate on the table. He sits down and opens it, finding a cute stuffed chick inside. He grins and notices some writing on its back. Turning it so he can read it properly, he slowly blinks at the message stitched on the wing. 

Two years and nine months later, a baby chick joins the Hiddleston coop.

“Baby chick?” he mutters then his mouth falls open when he comprehends it. “We’re going to have a baby?”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck from behind.“We are. Happy Easter, love.” 

Tom pulls you to sit in his lap and hugs you tightly. “I can’t believe it, a baby…I can’t wait!”

You laugh as you back, the nerves dissipating at his reaction.

“You sneaky little minx. When did you set all of this up?”

“Well, I found out a few weeks ago and did some brainstorming and then remembered how close Easter was and decided on an egg hunt. I was so nervous…