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It was no secret that you and Tom were in a relationship. It was no secret that the two of you are married. And it was no secret that the two of you have a child. A baby boy named River.
River was the best thing that has ever happened to the two of you. He has big brown eyes and a big beautiful smile. River is a happy baby, evidently not knowing what is going on around him, but things were anything but easy.
You and Tom have been together for six years and married for three. Having children with the love of your life is supposed the most amazing experience but lately, it has only been stressful.
Since River was born about a month ago, there has been a plethora amount of rumours claiming that Tom is not the father and that your "gorilla baby" is too dark.
Of course, you've tried to avoid the tabloids but when is it too much? Tom knows you've never cheated, and is just as enraged as you are about the fake news, but tweeting, lives, or anything that you've said out to the public, has never helped.
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You were sitting on the couch with River in one arm, and your phone on the other. You were scrolling through Instagram, just checking to see some other young mum's journeys through parenthood. You went to your profile to post another picture, but you were interrupted by the number of comments talking ill about your son.
@joannasoliloquy: ur son is so fucken ugly.
@georgannemcfinney: i hope u know that tom is not the father! that gorilla is wayy to dark LMAOAO
@manzaintshit: the only reason why she with him is for the child support. dumb monkey bitch
You shut your phone off and throw it to the other side of the couch. River starts to whimper a little, so you quietly shush him while caressing his cheek.
"It's okay, mama loves you"
He quiets down a bit and he slowly goes to sleep. You wipe your tears and kiss your baby's temple, smiling as you watch him peacefully sleep. You go upstairs to your room and put him in his crib. You then sit on your bed and tried to rest and forget all of your worries.
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After only about 45 minutes, you hear Tom slowly open up the door and set his bag down. Your eyes were still closed but you heard him walk to your son's crib and kiss him. He then walks over to you and kisses your temple.
"Good afternoon y/n" Tom smiles
"Good afternoon honey." You say sitting up "How was work?"
"Great but tiring like always. How are you and River?"
"Oh, he's lovely, he's a quiet one thank God."
"You didn't answer the second part of my question darling,"
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Tom Holland Interracial Imagines
Fanficare you a Tom Holland fan? As you should be! Here are some imagines and preferences :)) They're for everyone of course, but a special shoutout to my people of colour! {REQUESTS ARE OPEN}