Tom Holland Imagines

Can You Handle It? // Tom Holland

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Requested by: @joirin-Chan

(A/n: sorry it's not the best :/)

"Jesus!" I snapped, slightly throwing my phone on the table, making my husband and father turn their head towards me.

"What's wrong darling?" Tom asked.

I stood up from my seat and picked up our baby girl, cuddling her because all I wanted to do was hold her, "one of the design helpers ruined a dress and it was one of the big dresses I've made and now they need me."

"Well then go." My dad Robert said with a shrug.

"And whose gonna watch Charlotte?" I narrowed my eyes.

"We will," he said, pointing between him and Tom. "I mean I would love to spend time with my granddaughter."

I looked between my husband and father and groaned when my phone began to ring. I guess I had no choice because if I brought Charlotte, all I'd want to do is hold her.

"Ok fine I guess but take good care of her." I warned and handed my daughter to her father, "if she cries try to give her a bottle, she usually cries when she's hungry but if that doesn't work check her diaper and if it's not dirty tha-"

"Honey I know how taking care of a baby works," my dad said reassuring me by placing his hands on my arms.

I raised an eyebrow, "says the man who freaked on mom when Exton use to cry a lot."

My dad's mouth fell open and he raised a finger, "first of all... it was a time where I hadn't had another kid for a long time."

I rolled my eyes, "ok yeah sure dad." I grabbed my bag and glanced down at my baby girl. "Take good care of her please and call me if you need anything."

"We will darling, now go." Tom said with a smile.

I returned the smile and pecked his lips before leaving the house. A part of me was freaked out but I knew deep down they were going to be fine.

• Tom's POV •

Watching my wife leave the house with a smile on my face, once she closed the door Charlotte made a whimpering sound and began to cry, making my eyes widen.

"She's crying!" I told Robert with wide eyes.

"No really? I thought she was singing!"

I waved my hand at him, "go make her a bottle, fill it up with water, up to the number 5 and add one scoop of formula."

Robert rushed off to the kitchen and I tried cooing my babygirl to calm down, usually when she cries Y/n would get tense and take her from me. I guess Char got use to that and is expecting her mother to come and get her.

"It's ok my love you're fine darling." I said softly, hoping she would calm down but it only made her wail even more.

"Hurry up with the bottle!" I said loudly. Robert came back quickly, handing me the bottle and before I placed it the rubber in my daughter's mouth I noticed it was cold.

"Robert you need to warm it up."

"What?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

I nodded, "Yeah you need to warm up the milk."

"I didn't know that."

I rolled my eyes and slowly handed my daughter to her grandpa, "hold her while I warm this up for her." Rushing off to the kitchen, I filled up a cup with hot water and placed the bottle inside. If I were place the bottle in the microwave, it get really hot and take forever to cool it down.

Once the milk got warm enough I rushed back to Robert and handed him the bottle. He placed the tip on Charlotte's mouth and she gracefully took it in. We sighed and watched her eat and after she was done she began to cry again.

"What do I do?!" Robert frantically asked.

I gave me a disbelief look, "you burp her!"

"I've seen babies throw up while they get burped, this shirt is too expensive."

"Oh my gosh give me my daughter."

Holding my arms out for Charlotte, Robert gave her to me and I held her in the right position to burp her. She calmed down and eventually burped.

"I believe Y/n now when she said you freaked when you had Exton."

"Shut up." Robert said, sitting back against the couch.

I slightly looked at Charlotte and began to think she was asleep, "I think she's sleeping." I said, slowly walking towards her crib we had in the living room. I gently laid her down and once I was about to walk away, she began to cry again.

"Oh dear god." Robert groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I squeezed my eyes shut and then turned around to pick her up. I tried rocking her back and forth and she wouldn't stop crying.

"Maybe she needs a diaper change." Robert said.

"Can you go get me a diaper then? And some wipes?" I asked, laying Charlotte on the couch.

"Yeah where are they?"

"They should be on her door and the wipes should be with them."

Robert quickly went upstairs towards Charlotte's room and I began to take off her pants, "it's ok darling daddy is here."

I undid her diaper and as I expected it to be full of pee or poop, it was actually clean, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Ok I guess not." I said. I dressed my daughter again and yelled at Robert that I didn't need the diaper anymore. Picking up my crying girl, I swayed back and forth and she still wouldn't stop crying.

"What does she possibly need now?" Her grandpa asked as he came down the stairs.

"Take her for a sec I have an idea."

Robert took her gently and I took off my shirt, grabbing Charlotte again, laying her head on my chest. I looked up at Robert and he gave me a weird look.

"I heard skin to skin calms the baby, makes them feel connected."

Robert raised his eyebrows and eventually Char began to calm down. Minutes later she fell asleep but this time I didn't go and lay her down on her crib. Instead I sat down on the couch and let her sleep. Thankfully she slept until her mother came home.

"Hey guys." We heard Y/n say as she came through the front door.

"Thank god!" Robert said, standing up from the couch. "You're home which means I can leave now! Thank god my son is only three and doesn't cry like Charlotte does. Anyways I'm leaving now!" He said, giving Charlotte a gentle kiss on the back of her head and giving Y/n one too before he left.

Y/n gave me a confused look and I shook my head, "you were right."

She chuckled and walked over to me, awing at the sight of her daughter sleeping on her husband's chest. "Did she give you a hard time?" She whispered.

I shrugged, "kinda, she cried a lot."

"That's my fault," Y/n smiled nervously, "I always take her from you when she cries."

I nodded, "you need to trust me more."

Y/n smiled, "You're right."