tom holland oneshots

you're magic P.P.

peter parker x pregnant!reader; fluff

request: omg ok what if Peter hears your heartbeat with his spidey sense and was confused but brushes it off- and you find out after that you're pregnant, and that he heard 2 heartbeats 🥺

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"How was work today?" You were lounged on the couch in your New York apartment. It had taken you and Peter and little less than four weeks to find an apartment together after college. Rent was easier, and so was grocery shopping. It had been three years since that first move-in day, and now you were newlyweds.

"Slow." He offered a soft smile, dropping his bag by the coat rack and sliding onto the couch beside you. Your fingers ran through his messy curls and Peter hummed as he laid atop you comfortably.

"Well it's Friday." You smile even though he can't see it. You can feel him smile against you, and you're proven correct when you feel him giggle. He mumbles something else, but his hair is too distracting for you to pay attention.

Peter's arms circle around you, holding you close and tenderly against him. He inhales the intoxicating scent of you, and smiles to himself again. You're warm and soft and gentle, and he's every bit of that velvety perfection you never want to let get of.

He calms down, heartbeat slowing as he feels himself ready to fall asleep. You're his safe haven, his safe place, and falling asleep with you in his arms is one of the things he can't live without. You're his rock, his security, and any world where he wakes up without you isn't just that, but a nightmare.

After a few minutes, he's just on the cusp of falling into the sleepy world, but he hears your heartbeat beating with another. It's not as fast, of course, and quite faint, but it's enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck, hsi tingle going off. He freezes for a moment before suspecting somebody had just walked by the front door, through the hallway somewhere. He let's go of the thought, listening in on your heart, and finally sleeping away.

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There are only three more things you can expect after getting married. One of which is getting fired, which you have no concern about whatsoever after getting a promotion just a few months ago. The second is divorce, and you're too certain of Peter sticking by your side until the end of time (no web pun intended). The third — well, the third seemed almost inevitable if it was truly desired.

A baby.

Of course, babies always complicate things, stress things, amplify things. But what better way to expand your family then something made out of love? You'd told Peter of your suspicions the Saturday morning you woke from your late-night cuddle session. He'd prompted you to quickly go take a test, seeming all too eager and too positively sure of the results.

Now you were even more nervous. Especially since he was waiting outside of the door, ready for you to emerge with whatever answer that would become reality.

The door creaks as you open it slowly. Peter stands from his spot on the bed, nervous but excited. You nod hesitantly before using words.

"It's positive."
He lets out a gasp, and before he can catch himself, shouts. "I knew it!"

You look at him warily, a silent plead for him to explain. He goes beat red, hands returning to his sides while smiling sheepishly.

"You 'knew it?'"

"I- uhm...." He scratches the back of his neck with his signature grin. "Y-Yeah. Last night I... I hear another heartbeat. B-Beside yours."
Your hands, with the test fitted in your right, drop to your sides as you pout out of awe for the boy in front of you. You step forward quickly, pulling him into a hug. His nerves, even after being with you for so long, wash away. He lets out an 'oof' as his arms settle on your waist.

"You're like... magic." Your arms are around his neck, fingers lightly playing with the curls that are low on his nape. He chuckles, feeling his cheeks burn in his fluxed state. You still make him nervous.

"Abra cadabra?" He offers with another silly smile. You giggle at him, taking the time to observe every curve and indent and freckle of his face. He does the same to you, tracing the marks and arcs with his eyes, his orbs. He smiles again, and it must be contagious, because you smile too. He pulls you into his embrace again, and you're almost nostalgic, because it's so similar to the position you were in on your wedding day.

But now there's three of you.