Tom Holland Blurbs

unexpected [part two] (t.h.)

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

This time Tom fainted, not me.

The doctor's announcement shocked me so completely that I didn't even register that my idiot of a husband was no longer conscious until a nurse rushed into the room to help the doctor lift Tom onto the empty bed next to my own. My head turned towards the commotion, not really taking anything in except that Tom had just fainted and would wake up shortly. I gave a distracted half smile to the nurse that was kind enough to turn and tell me that he was okay.

I looked down at my own stomach, which didn't look any different than it ever had, except as my finger drifted over it, I could feel a firmness in my lower abdomen that hadn't been there before.

Babies. I thought vaguely. Our babies.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I finally felt a little steadier with my hands pressed against where my babies were growing. I closed my eyes tightly and felt happy tears drip down my cheeks as I took a deep breath.

"There he is, he's waking up, Mrs. Holland," the doctor said. "I'll give you two some privacy and come back to answer any questions you may have in a few minutes. Congratulations!"

I could see Tom shifting around on the bed, his hand reaching out to the side that I normally slept on in our bed at home as is he was searching for me before he was even awake. He let out a soft groan as he sat up and brought his hand up to rake through his wild curls.

"Tommy?" I said softly.

"Huh? What happened?" He asked, before suddenly shooting straight up and craning around to look at me. "Oh my God was that a dream? Y/N, baby please tell me that wasn't a dream."

"It wasn't a dream, Tom," I said, unable to keep a wide smile from spreading across my face.

Tom all but launched himself off the bed he was in and came to sit in the chair he had fallen out of when he fainted. He looked at me with so much love and awe in his dark eyes I nearly melted.

"You're pregnant?" he breathed, reaching out to pull one of my hands into his own, his engulfing my smaller one. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"And I'm gonna be a mom," I laughed, feeling genuine excitement now that the initial shock had worn off. I gazed at my husband as his awestruck gaze drifted from my face down to my stomach and he leaned his chin down to rest on top of our intertwined hands after pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand. His other hand tentatively moved to rest on my belly, his rough thumb brushing back and forth tenderly over the material of the hospital gown.

Watching him, I tried to think of when I had ever seen Tom be so still for so long, the only parts of him that were moving was that one curl that couldn't be tamed and his thumb that drifted lazily back and forth on my stomach. I had never felt so at peace, which was a blessed change from how I felt when the doctor had told us initially. I closed my eyes and drifted off into deep thought as I started mentally making a checklist of what we needed to get done in the next seven months.

Tom shifting a little in his seat brought me back to the present and I smiled widely when I realized he was singing softly. I stayed silent as I tried to place what song his was murmuring against the side of my stomach. I knew if he realized that I was listening he would stop out of embarrassment.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey," Tom's voice was soft and lilting, "You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."

God, I love you Tom Holland.

"What was that, darling?"

My eyes opened as I realized I must have said that out loud.