Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Morning wood *part 2* (Tom Holland)

Requested by megholland: Y/N ends up getting pregnant and so she and Tom celebrate.

Tom and I sat at his parents' dining table, the pair of us having dinner with his whole family before we went to America next week for him to start filming the third 'Spider-Man' movie. But with how I was currently feeling, I wasn't sure that I'd be up for it. I'd been feeling nauseous and unsure for the last week, my stomach not being able to hold anything down and I had no idea why. Knowing my luck, I had either developed a stomach bug just days before we left the country...or after a year of trying to get pregnant, I finally was...just days before we left the country. Of course we'd both be over the moon if I was pregnant, but I was sure that I wasn't. Come to think of it, though, I hadn't gotten my period yet either, and I'd been having weird-ass food cravings. Maybe...just maybe-.

"Love?" I snapped out of my thoughts as Tom's hand landed on my thigh. I gulped and looked at him.

"You okay? You looked zoned out there." He chuckled. I sighed and shook my head.

"Sorry, I just feel really gross again. Nikki, I'm so sorry, the food is lovely, I just have this stomach thing going on right now." I gulped as I looked at Tom's mum apologetically.

"Don't apologise, love, I wouldn't want you to make yourself sick or anything by forcing yourself to eat." She reassured. I gulped and nodded, though the nausea was getting stronger by the second.

"I think that it's too late for that." I stated before shooting up from the table and rushing out of the kitchen.

"Darling!" I heard Tom yell after me but I ignored him as I rushed into their downstairs bathroom. I collapsed onto my knees and threw the toilet seat up before throwing up into the bowl.

"Fuck, you really are sick, aren't you?" I sighed, Tom's voice sounding and his hands gently moving my hair out of the way and bunching into a ponytail as I threw up again.

"I have no idea what's wrong, Tommy. It's been like this for a week now, and it's only getting worse." I gulped as I sat back against the wall of the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry to intrude, but I thought that you could use some water." Nikki spoke, the woman appearing at the door with a glass of water.

"Thanks, Nikki. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this." I chuckled tiredly, making Tom give me a small smile as my husband gently rubbed my shoulder and back.

"Don't be silly, love, I've seen much worse from my boys, it's okay. Just, um...just out of curiosity...how's the trying for a baby going?" She asked. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open and my heart jumping at her words. She had noticed it too, I wasn't the only one who had suspected that something was up. Tom looked between us with furrowed eyebrows.

"Mum, why the hell are you asking that, that's way overstepping-." He stopped speaking, his eyes also widening as he looked back at me.

"What, you...you think that this could be pregnancy?" He gulped. I bit my lip and looked up at him, making Nikki also look at him sheepishly as his mouth fell open.

"I'm going to leave you two alone. Come back to the table whenever you're ready, no rush." She reassured and gently touched Tom's shoulder as she left. He gulped and shut the door before looking at me.

"You really think that you could be pregnant, love? Are you sure that this isn't some kind of bug?" He shook his head as he sat down on the edge of the bath next to me. I sighed and looked up at him.

"I mean, it's been a couple of months since the last time that we tried properly, since that morning when you had that dream. Not to mention that I haven't had my period yet. It's only a few days late, but that paired with the sickness, the cravings, it all just matches up too perfectly." I nodded. His eyes continued to stare at me, a slight glassiness forming over them as he clearly tried not to cry.