Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines.

23) Our Little Family.

(Y/N)'s POV.

I knew this would happen... I was warned but I didn't listen. Thing is, Thomas still didn't know... How was I going to tell him? Would he understand? I didn't know, but I knew he needed to find out sinner or later, and sooner was probably the best option.

"Tommy... Can we talk about something a little more serious?" I asked as we sat on the couch watching telly, just finishing a fit of laughter. He out his arm round my shoulder and reassured me.

"Of course hun! What's wrong?" He said kindly.

"Well... Uh..." Come on (Y/N)! Now or never. "Remember the other week when we..." I trailed off.

"Yeeaahh?" Good, he knew what I was on about.

"Well, I think I might be..." His face dropped. "Pregnant..." I knew it. He was going to leave me. I was 16, he was 17! We weren't ready for a family. Tears formed on the rims of my eyes and Thomas' hand brushed my cheek. I braced myself for his answer. A small smile crept onto the corner of his face.

"That's amazing news (Y/N)! I can't wait to be a dad." I was shocked.

"I thought you'd want to leave? I thought this would put you off and you wouldn't want a child at our age?.." He cupped my face, stray tears dripping from my eyes. He wiped them away with his thumbs.

"Are you serious? I'd never leave you and I'd never let you raise OUR baby on your own. We're in this together." I was so glad he was being supportive. Phew opened his arms wide and took me into a huge embrace. "Just think? This is our first family hug." He was right. Although the baby wasn't born or even developed yet, it was still alive.

== 2 Weeks Later ==

"Mum! Please listen to me! I can't get rid of it, that's basically killing it!"

"NO! I WARNED YOU! You just didn't listen!" She wasn't helping, the last thing I wanted was to be stressed out for the next 9 months. Thomas stood up off the couch and came up behind me, wrapping his arms round my waist.

"Listen, Ms (Y/L/N), if your against this because you don't believe I'm going to be here for all of this then your only lying to yourself. Please excuse my rude attitude but it has to be said. I'm going to be here EVERY STEP of the way. TRUST ME!" He'd never sounded more sure in his life. I didn't think my mum would listen though.

"Look Thomas, I'm very happy that your willing to stand by her side. Not many men, or boys, do that." She looked at me and I remembered my dad. He'd left when I was only a month old and I'd never saw him since. I didn't even know what he looked like. "But I can't have my daughter giving her life away at the age of 16, she's not ready." I gave her a funny look.

"Not ready? Sorry, but I know I'm not exactly an adult yet, that doesn't mean I'm not responsible. I'm not giving up this baby, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. If your not going to support me, fine. I'm going somewhere where I will be supported by someone who cares about the life of our-" I locked mine and Thomas' fingers. "-child."

"Where will you go? I don't think your nan will be very pleased?"

"I know where I'm going. I'm going to our house. Thomas was looking at some rentable properties the other day and we found one we liked. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you, seems like it snuck up on me." Her face dropped. I knew she wouldn't let me leave but this was my life, my body, my child. She wasn't going to win this time.

"Okay. I could never get rid of a completely healthy baby if I was in your position, but just know. I'll be waiting here for you when you need help." Her tone had changed and she'd given up her shouting. She sounded like she had changed her view on my pregnancy.

"Thank you. Trust me, we'll be back." I giggled as I rushed upstairs with Thomas behind me to pack my suitcases.

== 12 Months Later ==

"Jacob! Keep still!" Thomas yelled as I walked in with his bottle in my hand.

"This is not how I expected to spend my birthday eve." I chuckled as I put our son in his chair, ready for bed. Thomas flopped on the couch next to me and I leaned back into his chest.

"Not as easy as I thought it'd be." He moaned.

"It doesn't matter, because as long as we all have each other." He tapped my nose with his finger. Jacob suddenly erupted with noise and I cringed because of the sudden change in volume.

"Maybe we should go and pop over to your mum? Give her a visit... For a week or two?" I giggled whilst giving Jacob his dummy.

"Give him ten minutes then he'll be asleep. I'll put him in bed while you worth things out down here. It's only 8 O'clock, we can have the whole night to ourselves."

"Sounds perfect." He kissed me lightly on the lips as we snuggled into the couch, waiting for our little boy to fall asleep. I returned from our bedroom after putting Jacob to bed and what I saw astounded me. Thomas had completely tidied up the living room, lit all the candles, put the fire on, got a little bit of scran (snacks) and made us both two HUGE mugs of hot chocolate. "Come on, it's film night." He smirked. I ran over and slid on the floor next to him. He wrapped a big, fleesy blanket around both our shoulders and I cuddled into him.

"I love you so much Thomas." I kissed him passionately on the lips.

"I love you too. And don't forget our little prince?" I loved it when he said that. We loved the thought of us all being a family now. Thomas just liked to think of us as the royal family. Then again, he DEFINITELY did try his best to rest us all like royalty. He worked twelve hours a day at the lovely, little bakery round the corner and got good wages from it too.

"Of course love. And my fabulous king deserves all the love he gets from us two." He kissed my nose then my forehead and turned the film on. "Seriously!" I almost yelled, remembering the baby was in bed. He picked out my favourite Disney film. 'Lilo&Stitch'.

"Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind..."

"Or forgotten." My favourite and most inspirational Disney quote. Thomas pressed play and I leaned onto his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. I sighed and felt him breathe heavily but happily. I loved our family.