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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.
“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.
“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway.
Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.
“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”
Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist.
Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge.
“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron.
“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it.
With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread.
“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.
Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.
“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar.
Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt.
“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!”
Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!”
Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”
She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”
“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand.
“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month.
Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.
“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.
You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?”
Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing.
Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.”
Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips.
“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling.
“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”
Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”
Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.
“Wait for me, Daddy!”
You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall.
“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.
“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.