Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Graduation *part 2* (Tom Holland)

Requested by _ImASimp05_: Y/N finds out that she's pregnant.

I sat in the bathroom, the icy porcelain of the edge of the bathtub underneath my thighs as I stared at the small white and blue stick that I was holding in my fingers. The small white and blue stick that told me that at just twenty-two, I was going to be a mum and at twenty-five, Tom was going to be a dad. And yet, all I felt was joy. I bit my lip and tried not to let the tears of happiness run too quickly down my face as I stared at the positive pregnancy test. After all, this was all that I ever wanted with Tom, and it was finally happening. I had graduated from university a year ago, meaning that we were a year into our engagement and well into planning our wedding. It was going well, and I was falling more for Tom every day, but I already knew that we'd have to postpone the wedding for me to have our baby first. I knew that Tom wouldn't at all mind, and that he'd be just as excited as I was when I told him, but I had to figure out the perfect way to get that news across first. We were young and in love, this was our first baby and life hadn't fucked us up yet, telling him that he was going to be a dad had to be perfect. It had to be.

"Darling?" I looked up at the locked bathroom door as Tom's voice sounded, as well as a gentle knock.

"Yeah, Tommy?" I yelled back.

"You okay in there? You've been a while, I'm getting worried." His muffled voice talked back. I bit my lip and shook my head, my heart swelling in my chest with how amazing and loving he was. I'd only been in the bathroom for ten minutes and that was enough to make him worry about my wellbeing.

"Yeah, I, um, I'm fine, I just...got my period." I lied before rolling my eyes at myself.

"Oh my god, out of all of the excuses." I mumbled and shook my head as I put my hand to my hair.

"Aw, love, I'm sorry. Do you need anything?" He called back.

"No, Tommy, I'm okay. Hold on, I'll be out in a minute." I nodded before wiping the space in between my legs and flushing the toilet roll down the toilet before pulling my underwear and shorts back up. I shoved the test into a drawer that I knew Tom never went into, determined for him to not find out until I told him as I opened the door. Tom looked up at me from his position sitting on the edge of our bed, his eyes widening slightly as he stood up.

"You feeling okay, sweetheart? I know that your periods can kick your ass sometimes." He sighed sympathetically as I hooked my arms over his shoulders, making him curl his arms around my waist.

"I'm fine. I'm great." I smiled as I leant up and kissed him. He returned it before I pulled away, his eyes narrowing at me and his mouth forming into a slight 'o' shape as he looked at me.

"Okay, this is the part where you tell me that you're pregnant with another man's child and therefore have a reason to leave me because no way are you this happy when you've just gotten your period." He chuckled and shook his head, making me smile and bite my lip.

"No cramps this month, Tommy. That's all." I lied with a shrug. He continued to stare at me with suspicious eyes, his lips trying not to press into a smile as he let me go but took my hand instead.

"Okay, if you say so, love. Come on, we need to be at the bakery in fifteen minutes to try samples for the wedding cake." He nodded, making me smile and kiss his cheek as he pulled me out of our bedroom.

Tom and I sat on the living room floor, our countless wedding catalogues, mood boards and books spread out on the coffee table as we sat and ate dinner. But I couldn't eat much, I was too nervous to eat. I knew that Tom had wanted to do some more wedding planning over dinner, and so this felt like the right time to tell him about the pregnancy, considering that we'd have to postpone the big day. All I had to do was find a smooth way to mention it. How hard could that be?

"Okay, so, which cake did you like the most, sweetheart?" Tom mumbled, one of his hands sticking a fork-full of food into his mouth as the other one wrote stuff down on the paper.

"The chocolate was nice, but the red velvet was amazing." I nodded.

"I think that we go with red velvet then, because that was my favourite one too." He muttered, making me nod as he wrote it down.

"And your dress? You picked one out, right?" He asked, his eyes still glued to the paper as he continued to scribble away. I bit my lip, the nerves starting to build in my stomach. This was it. This was my chance.

"Yeah, um, but there's a problem." I nodded. Tom raised his head to look at me.

"A problem, love? What kind of problem?" He asked.

"I'm not going to be able to fit into it by the wedding date that we currently have set." I shook my head. His eyebrows furrowed, my fiancé clearly confused as he stared at me.

"Can you not just get the next size up, darling? There's nothing wrong with having to go up a dress size, love." He returned my head shake.

"The dress size is fine right now, and will be again...after nine or so months...but in those nine months, it won't fit, Tommy..." I replied, my heart pounding in my chest as I really hoped that he'd catch on. His eyes widened, his gaze wavering and telling me that he finally got it as he put the pen down and turned his body to face me.

"You...y-you're not...pregnant." He scoffed and shook his head. I nodded and bit my lip as I put my pregnancy test on the table, Tom's eyes immediately going to it.

"Surprise." I smiled as he instantly picked it up and looked at it. He choked, his eyes wavering as tears started to leave his eyes.

"B-but you said that you got your period-."

"I lied. That's what I was doing this morning when you came to find me, I had just taken the test, I had just found out. I wanted to tell you in a special way, and stupidly, my period was the first excuse that I came up with. But no, I didn't get my period." I shook my head. His eyes widened at my words.

"Oh my god...that means that this is right...you're pregnant, you're really pregnant...we're having a baby, oh my god!" He laughed and shook his head, his shaking hand raising to cover his mouth as he studied the test.

"I've got my first doctors' appointment next week, so we can find out for certain how far along I am and how long we've got, but from the timings of everything, I must be at least two months along. In seven months, we're becoming parents, Tommy." I nodded as tears also started to roll down my face.

"Oh my god." He choked as he immediately wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but giggle into his ear, laughs leaving our lips and tears leaving our eyes as he pulled me onto his lap and tightly hugged me.

"We're having a baby. We're having a baby, this is so amazing." He smiled as he peppered kisses all over my face and neck.

"It does mean postponing the wedding, though, because I'm not being eight months pregnant and waddling down that aisle." I chuckled and shook my head as I looked up at him.

"That's fine, darling, I completely get it, we can postpone it by six months. I'm just so happy right now. We're having a child, you're actually pregnant!" He laughed and shook his head, making me smile and bite my lip at how excited he was. I'd never seen him this elevated, not even when we'd picked out a ring and our engagement had become official. Tom was already over the moon about becoming a dad, and that warmed my heart so fucking much.

"I am, Tommy, I really am. And I'm so glad that it's with your child. I can't think of anyone who I'd rather have a baby with." I whispered.

"Neither can I, sweetheart. Neither can I." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as he leant down and kissed me.