Tom Holland Imagines

Not Ready | Tom Holland

Imagine #13

Word Count: 1349

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Panic. Panic is all I could feel throughout my shaking body. My hands tremble as I hold the white stick in between my fingers, a bolded '+' sign filled up the little window in the middle. First thing that floated through my mind was how I was going to tell Tom or how  would he even react to this. We were still young, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to keep the child growing inside me. On the other hand, I can't even imagine Tom's reaction- will he be upset, excited or all?

We are always the type to use protection just to make sure a problem like this wouldn't occur. Condoms, of course, don't always do their job in my opinion and that's what caused this sticky situation for me. I couldn't help, but rub my still flat tummy and wonder what gender God would be giving me- giving us.

"Y/N!" Tom's cheerful voice calls from outside the bathroom. "Since it's sort of late and you're probably too lazy to cook up a meal right now, I was thinking we could just order take out. So what do you want?"

I wipe the tears underneath my eyes, not wanting him to see me cry and begin to question me. Throwing the pregnancy test into the trash, I wash my hands before heading out of the bathroom, almost bumping into Tom's chest on the way out.

"You alright? Your skin looks a little pale as if you're sick." He says, sending me an adorable concerned expression.

I nod, replacing my frown with a small smile, quick to change the subject. "I'm fine. How does Japanese take out sound?"

"Sounds good to me, then we can watch a couple movies and cuddle after we eat." He shrugs, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulder as we make our way downstairs.

As Tom calls in for our food, I debate on whether I should tell him now or wait until later. Later it is then, I think to myself, nodding a little bit. The tips of my fingers tap softly against the wooden table as I become more and more nervous about even bringing up the subject on me being pregnant.

"Darling? Hello, earth to Y/N?" A hand waves in front of my face, shaking me out of my mini trance. "Are you sure you're okay? I asked you about three times what you wanted which you never answered, but you're lucky I know what type of Japanese food you like."

"Well thank you, babe. I'll go find something for us to watch and slip on my pajamas while-"

The rest of my sentence is cut short when I clasp my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom, quicker than ever. Making it in time, I let out my waste into the toilet, Tom right behind me and holding all my hair back into a ponytail.

A low groan comes from his mouth as he helps me stand up. "You're obviously not all fine and dandy, Y/N. Did you catch something from the little kids at your job? They tend to not watch their hands after they blow their nose or use the bathroom."

I shake my head, holding onto my stomach, not prepared to share with him the news I found out earlier. But I realize I have no choice once I gaze into got those hypnotizing brown irises of his that I've fallen in love with over the past three years.

"Thomas," I breathe out, using his full name as a signal that this was a serious topic. "I found out something today that has to deal with me throwing up. I've actually been vomiting for the past few days and I just didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."