It's complicated.

Chapter 29

*Time Skip. Now 5 Months Pregnant*

"Tom, sweetie, you know you actually aren't Spider-Man right? Like I actually am concerned that you think you are Spider-Man in real life." I pleaded with him to get off the sketchy set up ladder he had made.

"Babe, c'mon. I've got this, I do all of my stunts." he said showing his million dollar smile while holding a cloud sky light that he was trying to hang up.

"Yeah Tom, stunts that have been safely laid out by professionals to make sure you won't hurt yourself, so please stop or else this baby is going to come early and you won't be there." you said angrily. He nodded his head and said okay quietly. He kissed your forehead and walked to get the box for the crib.

"Well can I at least build the crib? It's the only manhood I have left." he asked.

"Yes, and don't make me feel bad for not wanting you to get injured." you said, rolling your eyes.

After Tom had asked you to move in, you were very hesitant. You weren't sure if he was only doing this because you were pregnant, but after some reassurances he assured you that he had always wanted this and having the baby was just a bonus. The hardest part wasn't moving into a new place, it was leaving Z. You guys had lived together for a long time and you loved living with each other. She didn;t take the news well. After she threatened to kill Tom and made sure that if he ever did anything to me she would kill him she finally got on board. She made Tom promise that our weekly rewatches of Jersey Shore were still going to happen, but now they would happen in Tom and I's home.

Since the accident in the hospital, things have been going well! A little too well, so I was on edge of something bad happening. And something bad had happened. Richard decided to go online and declare that our baby was not Tom's baby, but his. So yeah, that's where all my stress was going.

"I don't even know how he could think something like this. We got a freaking paternity test done Tom! He was there and he saw the results! Why is he being such a jackass!" I yelled out in frustration. Tom didn't say anything, he just kept stroking my hair. I knew exactly what he was thinking. I knew he was furious, but he couldn't act on it because he had to be the level head here. But hormones, my hormones had been off the roof, and that's when they caused World War III.

"I mean do you even care Thomas. Do you even care that this guy is claiming to be YOUR CHILD'S FATHER!" I yelled out in frustration. I felt Tom's hand stop stroking my hair, he gently let go. He sat up so that I could see his face.

"Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? Did you really just ask me that? Of course I fucking care! If I could, I would kill him for saying that. I want too, but I'm trying not to freak the fuck out because I don't want to stress you or the baby out. So I'm trying to be calm about the situation. I don't like being accused of something that I didn't say or do." Tom yelled out getting up from the couch. And there I went, like a firecracker to dry wheat grass.

"Well it doesn't seem like it, Tom! You haven't said one word about it and you keep brushing it off like it's no big deal! But I guess it's okay because you're not the one that is being called a whore all over the internet. You're not the one that is being harassed by people online, I am. I have been the whole time i've been pregnant. So sorry for freaking out on you but you haven't done anything for me this entire pregnancy." Yeah, I shouldn't have said that last part out loud because that was not true. Tom had done a lot for me actually, but like I said. Hormones.

Tom didn't say anything after I said that last part. He got up and went out the front door. Leaving me all alone with the silence. After crying for a couple of minutes I heard a knock on the door. I didn;t want to get up and see Tom so I stayed put on the couch. Then I heard pounding. Shit was getting intense.

"Open the door Y/N!" I heard that familiar voice. I got up and opened the door to revival Z standing there with a bag from Target. "You don't need to say anything, I already know everything. Let's go lay down." she said, pushing me towards my bedroom. We laid down, she held me while i ugly cried my heart out and told her how I didn't mean anything and how the stress and anger took over my emotions and how sorry I was. All she did was stroke my hair and tell me that everything was going to be okay and that I had nothing to worry about. But I did have something to worry about, where the hell was Tom and what was he doing?