Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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"Thank you for coming." Tom shakes hands with the doctor as he leaves. Once the door closes, Tom turns and looks at me skeptically.

I sit up and grab the bucket that's beside the bed, hurling my organs into it.

"Shit, Liz!" Tom is immediately at my side, rubbing my back soothingly. Once I was done, I quickly took a drink of water and stuck a mint into my mouth. "Do you need anything?"

"Can you just scratch my back and hold me?" I whisper, a tear leaking out of my eye.

"Of course, darlin." Tom mumbles, laying down on the bed, leaning his back against the bed frame. I crawl over to him, laying my head on his chest, curling my legs up beside him. Tom wraps his arm around me and scratches my back like I requested.

"Tom-" I began, but Tom cuts me off.

"Shh, I think we just need to think about this before we actually talk about it." Tom says. I close my mouth and breathe deeply through my nose.

Pregnant. Now that I think about it, I'm actually three weeks late. It makes sense, the terrible mood swings, the sudden sickness. It makes sense. I mean, I don't cry. And lately I've been bawling up a storm.

But, the more that I think about it, the more I want to vomit. Someone is growing inside me. Something is living in me! I'm not old enough to have a baby! I'm not even married yet! I haven't even told mum that I'm engaged yet! What the bloody hell is happening with my life?

It's like my author couldn't think of anything else to dramatize my life, so they just threw in a pregnancy!

"It's mine, right?" Tom finally speaks up. Unable to hold back my laughter, I spit it out.

"Yes, Tom. Who's else would it be?" I chuckle, laying my hand on his stomach. I slide my hand under his shirt, resting my hand underneath his shirt, feeling his warmth, soaking it in.

"You do know that this doesn't change a thing, right? I still love you with all of my heart, with all of me. I'm still going to marry you and I'll always love you." Tom tells me, shifting so that I have to look at him.

"But everything does change. I'm pregnant, Tom. There is this thing growing inside of me." I remind him, motioning to my stomach. "I'm not going to be a good mother, I mean, have you met me?"

"Yes, I have met you. You're going to be a great mother! I think it's me who we should be worried about." Tom says, gesturing to himself. I crack a smile at his attempt to lighten things up. "I don't ever stay in one place long enough to build a family. I'm an actor, the baby is going to think he doesn't have a father?"

"Are you assuming it's gender?" I raise an eyebrow. "And who says we're not going to go with you?"

"Well, when you're in your trimester you can't travel." Tom tells me, which honestly impresses me.

"How'd you-"

"I don't know. But, what if I have to fly somewhere and you can't come with? What then?" Tom asks.

"Tom, you're over thinking this. I can just live with my mum if you have to go somewhere else. I'll be fine." I chuckle. "And you're definitely not going to miss the birthing, if so, I will kill you."

Tom laughs and kisses the top of my head.

"Besides, I'm probably barely a view weeks along, we've got nine months to figure this stuff out." I smile at him.

"We don't even know how far along you are." Tom gasps, jumping off the bed, leaving me laughing. Tom begins to pace back in forth, running his hands through his hair. "This is, this is so, this is-"