denied [tom holland]✔️

48 | [marry me]

tom and emerson were laying in bed, cuddling. it had been a month since they had gotten back together, and it felt like the best three weeks of emerson's life. tom was trying to make up for what he had done, and she was eating it up. he was treating her like a queen, and she was over the moon.

tom was kissing her neck as she was trying to sleep. she was trying to hold in a smile, but it was getting harder every second.

"babe, i'm trying to sleep." she giggled. tom turned her over to her back, and placed a kiss to her lips.

"maybe i don't want you to sleep." he said.

"hey! you put a baby in me, so i feel like that gives me a free pass for sleep." she joked.

"so not fair." he smiled. "come on, babe."

"oh!" she said, sitting up and clutching her stomach.

"what! what's wrong, em?" he said, placing his hands over her's on her stomach.

"the baby. it's kicking." she said, laughing. a tear fell from her face, and tom wiped it away.

"we made a baby." he said. "we made a fucking baby!"

"yes, we did." she said, kissing his lips. "i love you."

"i love you, too." he said.

"should we talk about our life now?" she asked. "our future."

"all i know is my future is you." he said.

"don't start getting cheesy on me now, tommy." she said.

"i can't help it." he said. a few moments had passed of neither one of them saying anything.

"tom-"

"marry me." he said. emerson's eyes widened, and she stuttered.

"i - i don't - i don't think t - that's the best idea." she said.

"why not? you love me and i love you." he said. "what's stopping us?"

"tom, we're too young."

"but we're not when it comes to having a baby?" he asked.

"we've already discussed this, tom." she said. "of course we're too young, but i'm pregnant, and it's not like we can just go back in time." tom opened his mouth to speak, emerson cut him off. "i swear to god, if you make a back to the future reference, i'll castrate you."

"so mean." he said. the two laughed and looked into each other's eyes. "please, marry me."

"i'm sorry, tom. not right now." she said, even though it broke her heart to say it. he looked down and nodded, not showing her how much it hurt.

"yeah, okay." he said. "it's pretty late, i guess we should go to bed." he laid down and turned the other direction, not showing his face to emerson.

"i'm sorry." she said quietly, laying down and facing the wall. a tear landed on her pillow, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

she wasn't ready.

and that broke her.

[7/26/17]