𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

A Moment to Remember - T.H

Parings → Dad! Tom Holland x Mum! Reader

Warnings → breastfeeding, new parents

Summary → Y/n and Tom share a soft moment as Y/n breastfeeds their son for the first time.

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"Okay, Mum, I'll leave you to it!" The nurse's voice was gentle as she gave you a reassuring smile, having prepared you with all the information and support you needed to start breastfeeding. The hospital room was quiet now, the only sounds coming from the soft rustling of sheets and the faint murmurs of your baby boy, who was beginning to fuss out of hunger.

"Tommy, look at him," you whispered, a mix of wonder and anxiety threading through your voice. "He's already latching on so quickly!" You winced slightly at the unfamiliar soreness, but the sight of your son-his tiny face scrunched in concentration as he instinctively found his way-melted away any discomfort. His little eyes fluttered closed as he fed, his small hand resting against your chest, and in that moment, you felt a surge of love so powerful it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

Tom, who had been hovering nearby, moved closer, his eyes wide with awe as he watched the scene unfold. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning in to get a better look. "He's perfect," Tom murmured, his voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness. "You're perfect."

You smiled up at him, the fatigue of the past hours of labour temporarily forgotten in this shared moment. "We did it, Tommy," you whispered, your eyes meeting his. "We really did it."

Tom's gaze softened even more, if that was possible, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. "You did it," he corrected, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You're amazing."

You chuckled softly, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "It was a team effort," you insisted, though you couldn't deny the sense of accomplishment that filled you. You looked back down at your son, who was still suckling contentedly, his tiny body nestled against yours.

Minutes passed in a peaceful silence, the three of you cocooned in a bubble of love and contentment. Tom was sitting beside you now, his arm draped around your shoulders, watching with a tender expression as your son continued to feed. The world outside seemed distant, unimportant, as if nothing else mattered but this moment.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your chest, and you gasped, your hand reflexively flying to the baby's head. "Ow!" You exclaimed, more surprised than anything.

Tom's head snapped up, his eyes wide with concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"He bit me!" You blurted out, staring down at your son in shock. The baby, unaware of the commotion he'd caused, had already relaxed his grip and was nuzzling closer, seemingly satisfied.

Tom blinked, then burst into laughter, the sound warm and contagious. "Did he really?"

"Yes, he did!" You insisted, though you couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. "I didn't even know they could do that this young!"

Tom was still laughing, his hand gently rubbing your back as he tried to stifle his amusement. "Our little guy's got a strong jaw already, huh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swelled with affection as you looked at Tom's face, glowing with happiness. "Great, something else to look forward to," you teased, though you knew you'd treasure even these moments-every small, imperfect, wonderful part of them.

Tom grinned and reached out to stroke the baby's soft hair. "He's just practising for when he can really make a mess of things," he joked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "We're going to have our hands full, aren't we?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Tom said, his voice full of sincerity as he leaned in to kiss you once more. "You're doing an amazing job, love."

His words, combined with the overwhelming love you felt for your tiny family, brought tears to your eyes. "Thank you, Tommy," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he replied, his voice just as soft, as if he was afraid to break the fragile beauty of the moment.

You both fell into a comfortable silence again, your son having drifted off into a peaceful sleep against your chest. Tom reached over and carefully adjusted the blanket around the baby, his touch gentle and reverent. The quiet of the room seemed to deepen as you both gazed down at your son, marvelling at the tiny life you had brought into the world.

The weight of the responsibility you now held settled over you, but it wasn't a burden-it was a promise. A promise to love, protect, and cherish this little boy with every fibre of your being. You knew there would be challenges ahead, moments of doubt and fear, but as long as you had Tom by your side, you felt ready to face them.

"Do you think he knows how much we love him already?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tom looked at you, his expression full of love and certainty. "I think he can feel it," he said. "He's surrounded by it."

You nodded, feeling the truth of his words. Your son might not understand everything just yet, but he could feel the love in every touch, every whispered word, every heartbeat that pulsed with devotion. He was loved, completely and unconditionally, and that would always be enough.

As the night wore on, the two of you remained close, your son cradled in your arms, and the quiet stillness of the hospital room cocooned you in a moment that would be etched into your hearts forever. This was just the beginning of your journey as parents, but it was a beginning filled with hope, joy, and an overwhelming love that would carry you through all the days to come.

Tom sighed contentedly, resting his head against yours. "I think we're going to be just fine," he murmured.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your heart. "Yeah," you agreed softly. "We're going to be more than fine."

And with that, you closed your eyes, holding your little family close, and let yourself drift into the peace of knowing that this was only the start of something truly beautiful.

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