Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines

Bun In The Oven | T.H

It started out when you lost something that hadn't only meant a lot to him, but also you. It was the rose gold necklace with the heart pendant- one given to you by him on your one year anniversary and now two years later, you rarely took it off. It was something unspoken that meant a lot to your relationship. Your symbol of everything you'd overcome as a couple.

The thing was light as a feather and sometimes you even forgot that you were wearing it. The silver never clung to your hair or scratched the back of your neck, so that was why it took a while for you to realise that the jewellery was no longer where it usually sat, and that your neck was no more then naked. You shrugged it off but deep down, you wanted to tear the house apart for the object so that's what you did until three am.

It was a warm, spring afternoon and while things had started off okay for Tom, they'd started off terrifying for you with a nine am doctor's appointment that revealed a fate you were dreading- not that you didn't want kids, no, you did, you just weren't ready- or at least things seemed that way at the time.

"Where's the necklace?" Tom asked, fingers grazing your almost limp hand as you sat on the couch, plush red pillows supporting both of you.

You turn to Toms seeing his curls hanging over his forehead gently, suddenly snapped out of a haze. You'd thought about your morning at least ten times over, thinking about every detail to the point where it all felt unreal.

"Hm?" You hum.

"The heart necklace- the one I got you." Tom points out.

"It's right he-" You stop, hands grasping at your neck as you search for it only to find your neck bare. "It's gone."

"Yeah." He says and waits for a reaction. He waits for you to say that you know where it is and that you just tucked it away for a little bit or that the lock had broken and was getting fixed but it never came.

What did was a huff from you instead.

"I didn't even notice." You shrug. "Must have slipped off earlier." You basically mutter the words, playing with the hem of your shirt as your eyes stay trained on the television. A show you weren't even interested in playing but still, watching that was better then accepting your guilt or seeing the genuine disappointment in your boyfriend's eyes.

You did care that you'd lost the necklace and you could see how Tom got offended by your seemingly lack of regret and care- but you had previously learnt bigger things. You may have lost one thing but you'd gained another. It was a small issue that seemed much larger to him and while you later found the necklace after getting a call from your doctor that it was left in the waiting room, Tom feared that you were slowly losing touch with things you'd once appreciated.

The feelings of doubt continued to worm its' way into his chest when you were late for dinner, not one night in a row, or two, but three.

You came rushing into the living room each night stuffing your jacket back on the hanger and chucked your scarf on the kitchen counter and waited for him to tell you that your food was sitting in the oven, but if you were being honest, the glass of deep garnet wine next to it sounded better then the plate of vegetables and potatoes.

"You're late." Your boyfriend had muttered, empty wine glass in front of him as he toyed with the mesh white tablecloth he'd neatly set out.

You let out a sigh, laugh rumbling from the back of your throat as you make your way into the kitchen to see only one plate completely empty, crumbs and the remains of apricot sauce staining the glass.

"I was with Y/BFF/N again discussing plans for her wedding, did you know that there are over 400,000 flowering plant species? It's insane." You merely shrug his question off of your shoulders and dump your coat on the couch.