Dammit, I accidentally read canon fic.
Sending fluffy Branson AU thoughts your way:
She sat dozing in the bath, eyes closed, her hair a water mess he knew he’d help her dry before bed. “Alright love?”
She nodded, eyes still closed. Taking a deep breath she reached for him, her wet skin sliding against his as their fingers entwined.
He sat on the floor next to the tub, her hand still in his, using his other hand to loosen the top of his tie. It’s been a long day at work, missing his tiny family, his wife and little girl.
He only had two good suits really, the third he’d only wear under emergency laundering circumstances—which seemed to happen too often as he and Sybil still struggled at times to find a balance between domestic responsibilities and professional duties—but he didn’t care about how sitting on the floor would rumple his clothes. He just want to be with her.
They sat quiet for a moment, and Tom was actually concerned that she’d dozed off again, when her blue eyes finally opened, a small lazy smile on her lips.
"Hi," she whispered.
Tom couldn’t help the answering smile. “Hi.”
She gave her hand a tug, indicating she wanted him closer, bringing him to his knees. Carefully wedging his tie between himself and the side of the bath, he leaned over her, his lips meeting hers in tender greeting.
"You waters gone cold," he offered, feeling no heat.
Again she nodded, a sigh falling from her. “I know, I just haven’t quite worked up the energy to pull myself up.”
Tom smirked. “Did your darling daughter run you ragged today?”
She laughed, her arms going up to accept the hands that were now gripping her upper body, his strength pulling her to feet, the water giving a loud swoosh, objecting to such a disturbance to it’s once tranquil stillness.
Tom grabbed one of the monogrammed towels the Dowager had given them—the fluffiest thing Tom had ever seen in his life—and wrapped her up before helping, practically lifting her, over the side of the tub.
Even after her feet settled firm on the ground she leaned into him, neither caring as she damped the front of his shirt and trousers.
"It’s definitely your child’s fault," she said, looking up at him as he cocooned her in his arms. "But not Saoirse"
It was Tom’s turn to nodded, his fingers locking together on her back, allowing her head to cradle against his forearm, making it easier for her to see his face.
Then he froze.
His brow knit as he thought about her words.
He paused, giving his head a little shake.
"Wait, if not Saorise then—"
Sybil had the audacity to shrug before snuggling in further against him, her eyes closing again as she lazily breathed, “It seems baby number two is going to be even more trouble than the first.”
Tom’s breath caught in his chest, the cheeky smile on his wife lips enough to remind him that parents didn’t have much time to be shocked, and with a loud whoop he scooped her up into his arms.
"Oh you clever girl," he laughed.
She loved him, and he loved her, and Tom had since learned that it’s all in the details.
This is too adorable! And exactly what I needed this morning. You are the actual best. I am just a puddle of feels.