She paced her apartment waiting for Tom to answer his phone. A positive test result the day before led to a doctor appointment the next day and a call that morning had confirmed her biggest worry at the moment: in seven and a half months, she and Tom would be parents. Now if only she could get him alone long enough to tell him.

"Hey babe, sorry," Tom apologized. "I'm running around like mad today."

"I've noticed," Sophia said with a laugh. "Got time for an early dinner with your girlfriend?"

He groaned. "Ah, love, I really wish I did. I've got a business dinner tonight. Can I get a rain check?"

"Of course…" Sophia said, her disappointment evident in her tone.

"Something wrong?"

"Not really. I just need to talk to you."

"Well, you've got me for a few minutes now. What's up?"

"I'd rather talk to your face," Sophia stated with a laugh.

"Well now you've got me worried," Tom said with a chuckle. "Can it wait until after the show?"

What was a few more hours? "Sure," Sophia stated.

"I promise I am all yours tonight, alright? I'll turn off the phone and everything."

"Okay."

"I don't like the way this is sounding," Tom stated. "What've I done?"

"Nothing," Sophia said with a nervous laugh. "Absolutely nothing, babe."

"Are you sure? You sound less than pleased."

"Just don't worry about it. We'll talk later, okay?"

"Easier said than done," Tom said with a sigh. "You're not leaving me are you?"

Sophia laughed. "No. I'm not."

"Alright, good. Then whatever it is, I'm sure will be fine. I really need to get going. I'm so sorry, darling," Tom apologized once again.

"It's okay. Have a good day."

"I will do my best. And come eleven o'clock, all yours. We can talk about whatever it is on your mind. Swear to it."

"Okay."

"I love you. Cheer up."

"I love you too. Bye." Sophia hung up and sighed so heavily her shoulders dropped. At least she had time to figure out exactly how to tell him.

"Why haven't you told him yet?" Darren asked as they sat backstage awaiting that night's show to start.

"Haven't had time. Just got the results this morning and he's been running around all day," Sophia stated.

"It'd take five minutes. Yank him into place and tell him you're having a baby. Hell, text him. Right now. You can discuss it after the show."

Sophia chuckled. "I really don't want to tell the man I'm pregnant through a text message."

"Well if he can't find the time…"

"He was sick and now he's playing catch up. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, Soph. You've been stressing yourself out for days and he has no idea what's going on. It's time he shares in the freak out."

"I didn't want to tell him until I knew for sure. It's not his fault I waited," Sophia stated. She looked up to the rafters and shook her head. "Besides, if he's this busy now, the next year is only going to be worse. I'll be doing most of this on my own."

"You've got me and Mags and Ben."

Sophia smiled sweetly. "I know." She paused, tears filling his eyes. "This is going to sound so selfish."

"What, petal?"

"I love Tom," she began, "more than I ever anticipated loving someone. I just…sometimes I wish he was just mine, ya know? That I didn't have to compete for his time with the entire world. Especially right now."

"That doesn't sound selfish, love. It sounds perfectly reasonable."

"Not really. I knew what I was getting into when we started dating."

"And I think you've done pretty well with it all, but that doesn't mean you have to like it all the time," Darren assured. "Hell, I don't think I could ever do it. You and Maggie both blow my mind. I have a hard enough time sharing Bryan with the hospital. Can't imagine if we spent most of our time on opposite continents."

"It sucks," Sophia stated with a laugh as a tear rolled down her makeup covered cheek.

"Now, now. No crying. You'll ruin your flawless makeup," Darren soothed, pulling her into his arms. "Just talk to him. About everything. Let him know what's on your mind."

"I'm probably just being hormonal," Sophia laughed.

"No, sweetheart. I don't think you are."

"Five minutes, guys," came a voice from behind the dressing room door.

"Thanks, five," Sophia said back. She looked at Darren and dabbed her cheeks dry. "Shall we? Who knows how many shows I've got left."

"Come on, hot stuff. Let's go dance it out."

It was eleven thirty when she finally walked up to Tom's door, bag in hand. Her mind had been twisting and turning all day, debating the multitude of ways he could react when she finally told him. Sure, he wanted children, but right now? At this exact moment? It definitely was not at the top of either of their to-do lists.

"There she is," Tom beamed, pulling open the door and instantly wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "My God I've missed you."

Sophia smiled brightly, pushing the door shut behind her before tightening her arms around his waist. "That's what you get for being sick."

"I was miserable," Tom agreed, pulling back just to lay his lips upon hers, firmly passionately. "Even worse because I was without you."

She kissed him back with all her might until she needed to take a breath. "Better now?"

"Infinitely," Tom grinned before planting his lips on her forehead. "How'd the show go?" he asked, ushering her to the sofa. "Want a drink?"

"No, I'm okay."

Tom stopped briefly on his way to the kitchen. "No? You are you and what have you done with my Sophie?" he chuckled disappearing around the corner. "Well I need one. It's been a long day."

"What happened?" Sophia asked, trying to stifle her urge to simply shout her news just to get it out of her system.

"More work. I'm basically going to have to leave the second the New Year starts and then…I guess the Loki movie is finally a go which they want to start filming the end of next year into the next one…"

"Another movie? Next year?"

"Yep," Tom sighed, reappearing and climbing onto the sofa next to her.

"What's that? Four now?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah. It's gonna be a busy year." He watched as her face drained of all color and her eyes shifted to her hands. "What's wrong with you?" he asked with a laugh. "If anyone was going to be excited, I thought it would be you, yet you sit here and look like you're about to cry." Sophia laughed just as tears indeed began to trail down her cheeks. "Hey, hey, hey…" Tom cooed, with a bit of a laugh as he set down his drink and slid toward her. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

"Oh my God…" Sophia sighed with a laugh. "This just got so much worse."

"What got worse?" Tom asked. He draped an arm behind her on the sofa and pulled her close to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "Darling, I fear I have no idea what you're talking about." She stayed silent. "Care to fill me in?" he questioned, poking her softly with his free hand. Her fingers intertwined with his resting on her stomach.

"At this point: No."

"Sophia, come on now. What's wrong?" Tom asked, stretching an arm back for his drink. "You're really starting to scare me."

"I'm pregnant," She mumbled. She barely heard her own words she was certain he hadn't. Yet she prayed that he had because she wasn't sure she could utter the phrase again.

Tom's eyes dropped to the beauty on his chest. "What?" he asked, swallowing his mouth full of whiskey down with a gulp.

Sophia gulped herself, though no whiskey was involved. She sat up straight and cleared her throat. "I'm pregnant."

Tom just stared at her for a moment as his hand escaped hers. "That's not funny."

"Oh God I wish I joking," Sophia sighed, her eyes rising to the ceiling as she shook her head. "I really do."

"You're serious?" Tom asked. "You're having a baby?" Her head just nodded. "Jesus…"

She couldn't gage his reaction. He wasn't happy. He wasn't sad. He wasn't anything. He was just sitting there."Tom, I…"

He gulped. "When did you find out?"

"This morning. Well…I mean, I took a home test a couple days ago…"

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

"Because I wanted to be sure…"

"And you're sure now?" Tom asked.

She nodded. "The doctor called this morning." Her eyes watched as he practically jumped up from the couch, placing his drink on the table and beginning to pace. "Tom, I tried to tell you..."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said breathily. "I thought you were on birth control. I mean…I thought this wasn't supposed to happen right now. We said it wasn't going to happen right now. That's what you wanted."

"I didn't fill my prescription after you left," Sophia stated. Was he angry?

"We…we both wanted to wait…this is not the time…"

The tears that burned in her eyes were not angry. Angry and hot. "Well it's not like I did it on purpose," Sophia stated with a snap. "It's not exactly the best time for me, either."

"I've got so much shit to do next year, Soph!" Tom exclaimed. "I've got…three, four films now and a couple premieres…"

"Yeah and I'm going to have to quit my fucking job," Sophia stated, now rising to her feet. "Pretty sure an eight months pregnant Velma isn't what the director had in mind."

Tom ran his hands over his head. "What are we going to do? What the fuck are we going to do? This can't happen… Not right now."

"Well it's a little late to do anything about it."

Tom shook his head. "You should've told me. Didn't think I need to carry condoms around for the one person I'm sleeping with. I thought we were safe."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Sophia asked. "This is MY fault?"

"That's not what I'm saying!" Tom exclaimed. "Don't take everything so personally. I'm not attacking you, for God's sake. "

"Well it kind of feels like you are," Sophia growled. "I cannot believe this. I thought, maybe…just maybe after the last…month of you harassing me about kids…"

"I was joking," Tom snapped all too quickly. He saw the hurt wash over her face. "Not joking. I meant in the future," he corrected, "after things calmed down, after a wedding."

"Oh well I'm sorry I ruined your plan," Sophia stated sarcastically. She shook her head and scoffed. "You know, I actually thought you might be happy, that the part of you that wanted a family might be a little bigger than the part of you that wanted to appease your adoring public."

"Stop it. That's not what this is about…"

"What is it about then, Tom?" Sophia all but screamed in his direction. "Do you honestly think this is what I wanted right now? That after…four months of a show I was just ready to give up and settle down? Do you think this is what I intended?"

"Of course not," Tom said shaking his head.

"Or maybe it was. Maybe trapping the almighty Tom Hiddleston into having a kid with me is exactly what I wanted. I mean, I'm sure it will pay handsomely…"

Tom's face scrunched. "What are you talking about? No. No…that's not what I meant." He took a step toward her but she was quick to swing her arm out of his reach. "Soph, let's just calm down, okay? Let's just talk about this."

"I've been trying to talk to you all fucking day about this, Tom! But you couldn't find the time!" Sophia cried.

"I'm sorry, okay? There was a lot of shit going on today. If I had any…inclination that THIS is what you needed to tell me, I would've made time."

"Really?"

"You said it could wait! You made it sound like it wasn't that important! Was I supposed to read your mind?!" Tom exclaimed. "For God's sake, Soph! You should've told me the second you even thought it was a possibility!"

"What good would it have done?"

"Well I wouldn't have taken on another project for starters! Jesus Christ! How are we supposed to have a baby right now? How are either of us supposed to make that kind of commitment at this moment?"

Sophia gulped. "Well don't worry about it. Only one of us has to."

"Oh stop it," Tom snarled. "You know I'm not going to just walk away. You know me better than that. At least you should." She stayed silent, her intense anger written all over her incredibly tensed up body. "Okay. Let's….let's just cool down and talk about this, alright? Talk rationally."

"I don't know what there is to talk about right now," Sophia stated, leaning down and retrieving her bag from the floor. "I'm gonna go."

"Soph, no. Please," Tom begged, following at her heels. "Don't. Don't leave things like this, not tonight."

"I have had a really, REALLY long day," Sophia stated, tears rolling down her cheeks as she turned to him from the open door. "I have spent hours trying to figure out how to tell you. Trying to convince myself that you would be excited and that…would make me excited. And right now, after talking to the one person that can always make me feel better, I feel worse than I did before. I can't, Tom. I can't stay because… I can't even look at you right now." Without even another breath, she walked out, leaving the door open behind her.

Tom growled as he slammed the door shut, shaking everything in the room around him. He swooped his arm over the entryway table, sending keys and his phone and everything on it crashing to the floor. He ran his hands over his face as it was all he could do, because at this very moment, he had no idea what else he could do.