Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

A Break - TH

Word count: 1180
Description: as young parents, you and Tom are on dire need of some rest, and a night alone.

The second your butt touched the sofa cushion, a cry sent you standing up again.

"What the hell is the matter this time?" You groaned, wiping your eyes. Retreating back into the hallway, you walked into your youngest baby's room, noting that she was sound asleep. Crossing the hall to your little son's room, you frowned when you saw him standing in his crib, holding onto the bars and wailing.

"Mamaaaaaa," he sobbed, his cheeks red and puffy.

"Aw it's alright Benny sweetie. Shh," you cooed, picking him up to rock gently back and forth. Seeing his nappie was full, you brought him to the changing table, stripping off his onesie to change it.

"See darling, you're alright." You hushed to him, patting Ben's back lightly.

"Mama," he repeated, suddenly smiling. His vocabulary was pretty limited, seeing as he was only fifteen months old. Charlotte, or Lottie, came eleven months later. You didn't think anything of it when your period didn't return. You'd heard that some women didn't get their's until up to a year after giving birth. But once the symptoms of pregnancy started showing up, for weeks upon weeks, you thought to take a test.

The pregnancy wasn't strictly planned, but you loved Lottie all the same. Benjamin had been staying at your parent's house for the night, and things got carried away. You wish you could've said that Tom and you had had more nights alone, but in the past year and a quarter, that was the only one.

Setting your son back in his crib, you checked the time. It was four thirty. That meant nap time was almost over. Groaning, you shut Ben's door, and started on dinner.

"I can't do this." You muttered to yourself, as the tears started to flow. You'd gotten three hours of sleep last night. It seemed like if one baby wasn't up than the other was. Tom left for work early, and didn't return until supper. Leaving you alone with two children under two for the majority of the day. "God. Why am I so damn emotional? Suck it up Y/n. You don't work. You love your children. You love your husband. You shouldn't be upset. Your life is perfect. Stop being such a baby about this." Sniffling, you opened the fridge, when your cellphone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe, I'm on break right now. How are you?" Your loving husband's voice filled the other line, instantly making you feel a bit better.

"Hi Tommy. Uh, I'm good. How are you?" You asked, trying to wipe the sound of sadness from your voice, but evidently failing.

"Y/n babe are you alright? You sound like you've been crying?"

"Yeah... no, Tom. It's too much. I can't do this." You broke down, walking over the sofa and face flopping onto it. "I slept for three hours last night. Three. The babies have been up all day, it took me an hour and a half to get Lottie to take her nap. And now that they're both asleep, I can't lie down, because I have to make dinner.
An-and I haven't seen you in forever! You know? You're my husband, and my best friend, and you leave before I'm up, and go to bed before we can do much as talk about you day. I miss you Tom."

"Darling, shh, don't worry. I'll pick up food on my way home, don't worry about dinner. And I'm sorry that I haven't been there. Work is hectic, but that's a shit excuse, I know, to leave you home with two babies. I'll help out more, I promise babe, but I have to get back to set now. I'll be home in an hour, tops. Are you going to be alright?"

"Y-yeah. I'll be fine."

"And you promise to take a nap?" He chuckled into the line as you made your way to your bedroom.

"I'm getting into bed now. I love you so much Tom." You whispered, lying down into the bed.

"I love you more."

You jolted awake when you heard a loud cry erupt through the baby monitor. You checked the clock. It was already six, or in other words, bed time.

"Babe I got it, don't worry," Tom said from beside you. Turning, you noticed his stance. He was lying in the bed, on top of the covers. Putting his phone down, he pecked your forehead, before hopping off the bed.

He returned with Lottie cradled in one arm, Ben resting his head on Tom's shoulder, sucking on his thumb.

"Aww, my three favourite people," you smiled, taking Ben in your arms, as Tom gently rocked Charlotte back and forth.

"I thought you'd like to say goodnight... And by the way, I got Nando's." He whispered.

"Ugh I love you," you moaned, kissing his shoulder.

You put the children to bed, before scurrying to kitchen to eat.

"God this tastes so good," you said, shoving some Peri Peri Chicken into your mouth.

"When was the last time you ate love?"

"You know... breakfast. I had an energy bar. And obviously that sustained me for the day." You said sarcastically, motioning to your current state.

"Y/n you have to take care of yourself baby. I don't what I would do it anything happened to you."

"Nothing's gonna happen Tom. I'm just tired."

"That's it. I have Friday off, so we're calling my mum to take the kids to my parent's house. You and I are gonna have a nice, relaxing day. We can do a movie marathon, and uh..." Tom coughed, going red. "Well you know... if you feel up to it..."

"Yeah I know Tom," you giggled, placing your hand over his. "I'd really like that. It's been a while since we've just relaxed, the two of us."

"I'm sorry I haven't helped out some more. It was cruel for me to leave this all for you. You know you can always tell me when you need some more help, don't hesitate, please."

"You've had enough on your plate Tommy. I didn't want to be a bother."

"You could never be a bother love." He said, leaning in to kiss you. Your hands ran through his curls, as his reached in to pull you closer. He moved from his chair to his knees, deepening the kiss. Gently lifting you up, and carrying you to your room, he placed you on the bed. "My God you look beautiful." He murmured, staring down at you. Inching your shirt up, revealing more and more of your stomach, he moved his lips back to yours.

Just as your hands efficiently undid the belt buckle, and slid Tom's jeans down, you heard a wail.

"Damnit." Tom groaned, rolling over.

"I'll get that." You stood up, yanking your shirt down.

"I'm definitely calling my mum." Tom yelled from behind you.

Laughing lightly, you shut the door behind yourself, wandering to your daughter's room.

Should I do a part two or leave it as is?