✓ spiderling , t. holland imagines

the talk | t.h.

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prompt: "I want a baby."
warnings: none (poorly written and short, don't read, seriously lmao sorry shsjxjs)

[a/n: I tried to write a sad imagine but I had serious writers block so this is a random one oops..?]
(Not gender neutral :( )
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"Thomas!" You yelled, hoping Tom was home.

You had just come home from a stressful weekend of babysitting. Sure, you loved your nieces and nephews with all your heart, but sometimes they got on your nerves with all their constant energy. As for your sister and her husband, they had a stress free weekend attending a wedding. Though you protested and told her than you didn't want any of her money, she slipped a hundred dollar bill in your back pocket when you left.

Even though you didn't want to take the money from your sister, you could use the money towards a new home. Flopping down on the couch, you heard Tom's footsteps coming down the stairs; but instead, you imagines them being your child's. You audibly groaned when you realized what was happening. You had baby fever.

"What's up, love?" Tom sounded concerned. Instead of saying a word, you held up the money. "Holy shit."

"Tom." You rolled over onto your back so you were now facing him. "I want a baby."

"A little baby that I can cuddle, and spoil rotten. I want to teach them how to ride a bike and-"

"I want one too, y/n." Tom replied.

"That was easy." You signed.

Your eyes were carefully and slowly filling up with tears. Tom and yourself were going to have a family.

"So, you wanna make the baby?"

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This chapter is sooooo bad, hopefully I get to redo this chapter but more in-depth and stuff.

I feel deceased. But hey! It's a triple update week!!

-meg ♡