Word count: 913
Description: Tom takes you to the set of James Bond, and you feel the baby kick for the first time!

"I'm so happy I can finally bring you to set," Tom smiled, as he parked he car outside his trailer. Tossing the keys to a valet parker, he helped you out, leading you to the large trailer. "I feel much better with you only a few minutes away. That way, if anything happens, I'll be right there."

"Thomas nothing is going to happen." You sighed, relaxing into a nearby sofa. "It's been a healthy pregnancy thus far, and the doctor says everything is on track perfectly."

"I know." He smirked, walking over to you, "but I also get to show you and the baby off around set." Rolling your eyes, you kissed him sweetly.

"It is nice to have it all out in the open though." You agreed. Because of the fact that up until a few days ago, nobody knew about your pregnancy except for medical staff and Tom, you hadn't really seen many people. Your day was spent cooped up in your flat, waiting for Tom to arrive home. Sure you could FaceTime your friends, but it wasn't the same as actually talking to somebody. So being able to socialise was a nice luxury you'd always taken for granted.

"Well I'm needed in makeup, so just call me if you need anything," he kissed your cheek, as you turned on Netflix, scrolling through their options, finally settling on the US Office.

Midway through an episode, Tom busted into the trailer, dressed in a tuxedo, a little sweat dripping off his forehead.

"Wanna come down for some lunch? Everybody's dying to see you," Tom smiled, reaching for your hand.

"I'll never say no to lunch."

Arriving on the actual set was odd. Tom's costars rushed down to see you, hands gravitating towards your stomach.

"How far along are you? Sixteen weeks you said?"

"Yeah. Almost seventeen actually!" You said, rubbing the little bump.

"Wow. Congratulations!"

"Thank you," you replied, before yanking Tom over to the catering station. "I'm starving!" Getting a sandwich, you took a seat on a nearby chair. Tom sat next to you, munching on his food, when you felt a faint, but definite kick inside your stomach. Nearly dropping your food, your hands fell down, clutching the point of contact. Tom turned to you, instantly worried.

"Is everything alright Y/n?" He asked, his face plagued with fear.

"I think the baby just kicked..." you whisper, eyes trained in your belly.

"It kicked?! Oh my goodness!" Tom hopped off the chair, placing his hands on your stomach.

"Maybe it'll do it again... oh!" You grinned as you felt one more 'thump' right underneath Tom's hand.

"I felt that! Y/n I felt that! It kicked!" Tom exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"I know! It's wonderful isn't it?" You asked him, eyes bright with joy.

"It feels so real."

"Well yeah, Tom, it is," You laughed, lightly smacking his chest with the back of your hand.

"I know it's real... it just... I knew there was going to be a baby. But it didn't feel like it before. That sounds stupid doesn't it?"

"I understand what you mean. Before we could hear the heartbeat, and see my stomach grow and all. But now it's kicking. It's actually kicking. Moving around in here, it has legs, it's like a real baby, that we can hold and feel." You patted your stomach, beaming down at the round bump.

"How are you guys doing? Enjoying set Y/n?" The director came up, sitting down next to the two of you.

"The baby just kicked!" Tom screamed giddily, and you giggled, pushing him.

"Love you have to calm down, you're gonna explode." You teased, running a hand through his chestnut locks.

"I'm sorry I'm excited!"

"The baby kicked though? Well that is exciting!" The director smiled at Tom's giddiness, chuckling to herself.

But boy were the two of you a sight. Tom was in a full on tuxedo, eating a sandwich with one hand, the other secured on your stomach. You were in leggings and a hoodie, reclined far enough so that you could use the baby as a tray for your plate (guys when I'm pregnant you know I'll be doing that).

Finishing your lunch, you moved to watch Tom in the next scene, where he filmed the iconic, "Bond, James Bond.". And damn did he look fine. His tuxedo was snug in just the right places, and you sat, listening to the smooth RP accent deliver the infamous words.

When you finally got home, you curled up on the couch watching Spider-Man Far From Homs ('cause we all know it's gonna be worth the rewatch), Tom resting his arm on your shoulder.

"I still can't get over the kick," he said, turning to you.

"Just think. In a little more than five months, we're gonna have... a baby."

"We're gonna be parents," Tom whispered, eyes drained down on you.

"You're gonna be the best dad, I know."

"And you're gonna be the best mum there's ever been," he chuckled, rubbing the little baby. "I guess it's never too early to think about names..."

A/n so that was really short, but I started it a while ago, and just sorta lost inspiration. But what names do you guys like? Just comment and I'll put them on the list!