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Marvel star and Brit actress wife reveal they are expecting their second child

Marvel star and Brit actress wife reveal they are expecting their second child

The Irish Suna day ago

MARVEL star Tom Hiddleston and his Fresh Meat actress wife Zawe Ashton are expecting their second child.
Zawe, 40, confirmed the news in an interview with British Vogue.
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Tom Hiddlestone and Zawe Ashton, pictured last night, are expecting their second child
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She showed off her bump as she posed in a series of gowns by designer Emilia Wickstead, who dressed her for the closing of the SXSW festival in London last night.
'I feel like I'll be very held on an evening where, as an expectant mother, you can feel a little bit exposed,' Zawe told Vogue ahead of the event.
She then took to the red carpet wearing the blue number, which was casually draped around her growing bump.
Zawe was joined by Loki star Tom, who held her hand and looked sharp in a grey suit.
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The closing night of the festival was screening the premiere of Tom's new movie The Life of Chuck.
The couple welcomed their first child in October 2022.
Tom and Zawe have never publicly confirmed the gender or the name of their first born but director Mike Flanagan has revealed they have a son.
The pair met in 2019 when starring in the play Betrayal in London's West End.
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They have never confirmed that they are married but Tom was referred to as Zawe's 'husband' in the Vogue article.

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