Tom Holland Imagines

Promises, Promises//T.H.

This was written at like 2 AM so I apologize for any spelling mistakes you may find :)

Tom had been working on his most recent movie from home. Somehow, the young man had persuaded the studio to let him work in London. While he loved and enjoyed travelling around the world to film, he didn't have the heart to leave his best friend alone after only a few months of giving birth.

He had agreed on helping you raise the baby the moment you two realized how much of an asshole your ex-boyfriend was. You had shown up at his home one afternoon to tell him about your pregnancy and a huge part of you thought he'd be thrilled, you really did. All you got from him was a disgusted look and the accusation that you had probably cheated on him with Tom and that's how you had gotten pregnant because he was sure you had always used protection when having sex. Which clearly wasn't true.

After you told him everything, he was fuming. That day Tom promised you and your baby to help with anything you needed because even though he wasn't the baby's father, you were still family and Tom would do anything for his family.

You had been roommates for years before you got pregnant and part of you had been afraid he and Harrison would throw you out so they wouldn't have to deal with a screaming and crying baby. Every fear of that was thrown out the window the moment they met your daughter for the first time though. She had them both wrapped around her tiny fingers within a few hours of being in the world.

That was the reason why, even after you found out Tom had rented a house to be closer to the studio and insisted on staying home so he wouldn't be woken up by Valerie's cries at ungodly hours of the morning. Tom still insisted though. He even moved her cradle and everything to the rental home.

That was the main reason why Tom never complained when Valerie's cries echoed through the house that very night. He sat up on the bed and stared at the time on his phone. It was only 1 AM, which meant you had just fallen asleep about an hour back because you had been working on a report your boss had asked for.

He cursed under his breath. You had barely been sleeping lately. It hadn't seemed to process into your boss's mind that now you had a baby to take care of because he was bombarding you with a week's worth of work in one day. While you did get the chance to work from home until further notice, Tom was still mad that your boss had no shame in overworking you.

Tom didn't hesitate to get out of bed and go to the nursery. He was hoping he'd be able to put her back to sleep or hush her cries before you heard her. You were a heavy sleeper, which was why he was hoping you wouldn't wake up right away.

A smile made its way to his face as he saw Valerie lying in her cradle. You had put her to bed with a warm pair of socks and more blankets than she probably needed. One sock wasn't on her foot anymore and one of the blankets had been pushed aside.

Tom lifted the small baby. Even though he knew babies cried and that's what they did most of the time, it still hurt him to hear Valerie cry. He cradled her in his arms as he let his weight shift from one foot to the other, "Shh princess, it's fine, I'm here."

He walked around the room as he softly swayed her from side to side because her cries wouldn't stop. Tom had already checked and she didn't need her nappy changed and he spent around six minutes walking around the room until the idea occurred to him that she might be hungry.

Tom ran out of the room, careful when walking down the stairs so he wouldn't fall or drop her. He was silently begging that Y/N had left her bottle on the fridge or something because he had no idea how to prepare formula and he wasn't about to wake Y/N up to ask.

The young man cheered internally when he saw the bottle the moment he opened the fridge. He had seen you heat her bottles enough times to know he wasn't meant to put it in the microwave. Tom heated up water on the kettle and poured it into a bowl. He left the bottle soaking into the hot water for a few minutes. He wasn't sure if that was what he was meant to do, but it seemed to work nonetheless.

Once he made sure the temperature was alright, he sneaked back into the baby's room and sat on the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Valerie was still crying at the top of her little lungs, so he hoped that it'd be enough to get her back to sleep.

He rocked them both back and forth as Valerie slowly drank the milk in the bottle. Her crying had stopped completely, which he was extremely thankful for. Tom looked down at her in adoration. Even if she was only a few months old, Tom had already noticed small ways in which she was just like her mommy and it warmed his heart. He still resented Valerie's father so much it made his blood boil whenever someone mentioned his name. Both the little girl and her mom were like two angels sent from heaven to brighten up his existence.

Tom leaned in to kiss her forehead and whispered, "I promise I'll always take care of you and your mommy Rie, I love you," He knew she probably didn't understand a word he was saying, but he had made his promise and he planned to keep it.

Once Valerie had finished her bottle, it only took Tom a few minutes of cradling her and singing lullabies for her to fall asleep. He set her down and draped the blanket over her small body. Tom decided he'd stay in the room for a few more minutes in case she woke up again, so he sat down on a couch that was right next to her cot.

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When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was get up and check on your daughter. You had slept peacefully for the first time in months, which you found oddly suspicious.

A smile brighter than the sun appeared on your face at the sight in front of you. Tom had fallen asleep right next to Valerie's crib. You also saw the empty milk bottle by the dresser and silently thanked whoever was listening for bringing someone as amazing as Tom into your life.