every step of the way // tom holland

over it

A loud groan escaped your lips as you sat down on the couch. Per usual, you were waiting for Tom so you could go to the last major appointment before the due date of your baby. You didn't know how, but the boy managed to always be getting ready at the last second.

The appointment was a standard one, but you were still nervous; worried they'd tell you there was something wrong with you or with your baby. Your hormones had mellowed over the course of your pregnancy and weren't anything like what they'd been at the beginning, but they still often got the best of you, and you could feel yourself started to get worked up over the appointment.

Pushing all of the emotions back down, you tried to reach for your shoes, which were just a few feet away from where you were sitting. It was getting harder and harder to do things as your pregnancy progressed, and quite honestly, you were tired of feeling useless all the time. It took several attempts, but you finally had your shoes. Now the problem was getting them on.

Tom came down the stairs a few minutes later, just as you had let out a loud groan and tossed your shoe to the side with some force, frustrated with the task at hand. He picked the shoe back up as he made his way over to you, where you had your head in your hands. Dropping the shoe to the floor, he crouched down in front of you, his hand sliding along your arm, "Hey, what's wrong, love?"

Your head shook as you reached out to push on Tom's shoulder lightly. That didn't do much though, and you let out a huff as Tom's fingers settled underneath your chin, lifting it up gently so you'd look at him. His eyebrows raised and his head tilted a little as he looked at you, waiting for a reply.

Sighing softly, you averted your gaze from Tom's, your voice quiet, "I'm just tired of this. I feel absolutely useless, I feel like I can't do anything on my own anymore." You paused, and Tom opened his mouth to say something, but you weren't done quite yet. "And don't get me wrong, I love our little butterfly more than anything, but fuck the constant kicking, and the pushing on my bladder isn't exactly my idea of fun." Your hand settled against your stomach as you sighed again, "I just want to hold our baby, Tom."

There was a small smile on Tom's face the entire time you were talking. He didn't say anything for a moment after you finished speaking, wanting to make sure you were done before he said something. His hands moved to cup both sides of your face, one of his thumbs brushing back and forth across your cheek in a slow motion. You could tell from the way his lips were pursed that he was thinking of the right words to say; it was a look you'd seen many times through the years you'd spent together.

Finally having the right words to say, he spoke up, "I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through, Y/N. I'll never know. But you, my love, are most certainly not useless. You're carrying our baby, Y/N. And I appreciate that more than I'll ever be able to say. So whether you need help getting out of bed, or you need some ice cream at two a.m., I'm always going to be more than happy to help you, okay?"

It took you a second before you could nod in reply, your voice coming out as a whisper, "Okay." Your eyes met his, and he gave you a small smile. Leaning forward as best you could, you pecked his lips gently.

"And you know what?" Tom shifted his position to get more comfortable so he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, his hand resting next to yours on the bump. Your head tilted to the side as you waited for him to continue. "Baby Holland is gonna be here so soon, love. It won't be long now, and we'll be able to hold them and kiss them and love on them. Our little family will be complete."

You nodded again, your hands running through Tom's hair gently. Your fingers tangled into his hair and you brought him up for another soft kiss, sighing quietly against his lips, "I know. You're right."

Tom gave you a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, "I'm always right, baby doll, you know that." You rolled your eyes playfully at him but pressed a kiss to his forehead afterward. "Now how about I help you put on your shoes so we're not late for the last appointment?"