Tom Holland Blurbs

unexpected [part one] (t.h.)

"We're home, love!" Tom's voice rang out as I heard the door open and then shut with a bang. Tessa's claws pattered against the wood floors as she ran around looking for me. She found me sitting at my desk in the den, frustrated beyond belief with how much work I hadn't gotten done on the novel I was working on. I was supposed to have gotten three chapters outlined and figured out what we were ordering for dinner while Tom went to the gym and picked up Tessa from his parents'.

I ruffled Tess' ears as she greeted me enthusiastically before I returned my focus back to my computer, huffing out a harsh breath and feeling like I was going to burst into tears. My eyes welled up and I brushed the tears away harshly as I tried to gather my thoughts.

"Darling?" Tom's voice was right behind me all of a sudden, much closer than I realized, causing me to jump out of my skin and bash my elbow against the arm of my chair. I let out a sudden sob of shock and pain.

"Ow, fuck! Damn it, Tom!" I said loudly, suddenly furious and looking for an outlet for my anger.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, here let me se-," Tom moved to take my arm in his hand, but I jerked away, standing up and storming away from him. I vaguely registered that I was crying, but I was too angry to care. In the hallway I nearly tripped over Tom's gym bag he had carelessly tossed on the floor.

"PICK UP YOUR BAG THOMAS! DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!"

My angry dash brought me into the kitchen and I proceeded to open and shut cabinet doors loudly, receiving some gratification from slamming the doors as harshly as I could as I looked for the take away menus. My head was pounding and for the life of me I couldn't remember where I had put the menus. I leaned against the counter and wrapped my arms around myself as I tried to calm myself down, knowing I was overreacting but I couldn't figure out why I was so upset.

Tom was probably hiding from me with Tessa somewhere in the house, and the thought that I had yelled for almost no reason made tears well up again. As I turned to grab a glass of water, I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, like I needed to sit down. I ran some water into a glass and moved to grab some pain relief medication, shaking my head a little as I tried to clear it. I heard soft footsteps enter the kitchen.

Tom. I thought to myself.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? I'm really sorry, darling," he said softly.

"I-I don't know why I got so upset, Tommy, I'm the one who should say..." I trailed off as I turned towards Tom, my head feeling absurdly heavy and my mind unfocused and foggy. I stumbled, causing Tom to lurch forward with a panicked look on his face. I tried to reach for him, but my water glass slipped through my fingers as Tom swept me up into his arms. I couldn't comprehend what was happening or hear a word Tom was saying, my eyes drifted up from his rapidly speaking lips to his worried eyes, trying to offer him a smile before I lost consciousness completely.

*****

My mouth was dry and my head hurt, but I couldn't make my eyes open themselves. As I woke up a little more, I realized I was laying down, but my head was propped up slightly. The bed I was in wasn't the one I shared with Tom, it smelled like antiseptic or something similar and I crinkled my nose at the scent, because it didn't smell like the mixture of mine and Tom's soaps. I shifted and felt a painful tug on my arm, which finally woke me up enough to open my eyes. The harsh lighting of the room I was in made me blink rapidly as I waited for my eyes to adjust.

I turned my head and looked around, realizing I was in a hospital and panicking for a split second before I looked the other way and noticed a lanky figure in the chair that sat next to the side of my bed. I breathed out in relief as I took in Tom's wild brown curls and closed eyes as he leaned against his hand that was propped up on the arm of the chair, asleep. I picked up my hand to reach out towards him, but stopped at a tug of pain in my hand, glancing down to see the needle of an IV in the back of my hand.

"Tom. Tom, wake up," I whispered, "I'm thirsty."

He jerked awake, shooting straight up in his chair and looking all over for the source of what woke him up before focusing on me. I watched him relax, a relieved smile gracing his face when he saw that I was awake. Tom grabbed the cup of water with a bendy straw on the table next to him and held it up to my mouth for me. I took a sip and felt Tom slip his hand into my own a moment later. He pressed a button on the side of my bed and I looked at him in confusion.

"It's to call the nurse. They told me to press it when you woke up," he explained.

"Oh. What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted, baby," he told me, voice shaking, "Passed out right in the kitchen. Scared the hell out of me." His hand gripped mine tightly, his thumb brushing back and forth.

"Oh... I don't remember anything except yelling at you after you got home," I said softly, "I don't know what was wrong with me or why I was so mad, I shouldn't have yelled like that. We never speak to each other like that."

"Darling, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for-" Tom was cut off by the nurse entering the room and he remained silent as she checked me over and asked me a few questions before telling us we would be cleared to go home after the doctor came and spoke with us. Apparently I had been so wrapped up in working on my book that I had forgotten to eat or drink all day and when I started moving so much and so suddenly I passed out.

"I guess it just completely slipped my mind that I hadn't eaten today," I said with a guilty look at Tom. He shook his head at me and pressed a couple soft kisses to the back of my hand, a blush rising to my cheeks at his affection.

"Finally some color comes back to your face," Tom said with a cheeky grin. "In all honesty, darling, I'm just glad you're awake and okay."

"They all are," said an unfamiliar voice, causing both of us to turn towards the doctor standing in the doorway with a clipboard in hand.

"I'm sorry?" Tom said, voicing the confusion you both were feeling.

"I believe congratulations are in order, Mrs. Holland," the doctor continued, oblivious to the fact that Tom and I had no idea what was going on. He finally looked up from his clipboard and saw our faces, realization dawning on his own.

"I'm sorry, were you planning on surprising your husband?"

"Surprise my husband with what, exactly?" I asked timidly, but I had a pretty good idea of what the doctor was about to say, as I was quickly doing period math in my head. Tom looked completely lost and kept looking between me and the doctor.

"Mrs. Holland you're pregnant," the doctor said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "with twins."

This time Tom fainted, not me.

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