tom holland oneshots

expecting

warnings : mentions of sex

summary : reader and tom are expecting

word count :  2000

a/n : it's been awhile, hasn't it? anyways, im getting back into my groove, so expect more frequent updates in the future. 

Something was off. You weren't sure if it was the shrimp you ate last night, or the horror movie you watched last night with Tom, but you knew something was different. You could feel it, like most rapid changes that happened with your body. 

When you woke up, the sheets on Tom's side were cold an empty, and the sunshine was pouring through the curtains and taking his place. You were wearing his shirt and a simple pair of underwear, but your body ached. You couldn't pinpoint the exact spot ; where is this coming from? 

Sitting up, you picked your phone up off the nightstand. Nine-thirty-seven, it read in bold letters. Upon opening your phone, you replied to Tom's messages, and any other stray texts from friends and relatives, before heading to your period-tracker app.

Last day bled: June 14th, 2020.

It was already towards the end of July.

It didn't take a scientist to figure out that it had been over a month since your last menstruation. And yeah, maybe you & Tom had a higher sex drive than other couples, but the possibility? Of course, two years into your marriage, both of you had agreed to start trying, but that didn't stop either of you from forgetting the actual reason for the constant sex. It had been six months since that mutual agreement, but now that it was a possibility? the whole conversation had been replaying in your mind in bits and pieces. 

You recalled buying about five pregnancy tests from the drug store, so you got up and out of bed, leaving your phone on the bed and closing the bathroom door on your way in. 

Riffling through the cabinets, you found the stash, and decided to use three, just to be certain. 

Your heart was pounding, and thought after thought went rushing through your mind. What if he changed his mind? What am I going to do if I have a miscarriage? 

They were relentless, and only caused your pits & palms to get sweatier, so you made a mental note to take a shower later. What felt like three years but what was really three minutes, had finally gone by and you read the test. Over and over and over again until the picture was ingrained in your mind and the results lingering. 

Standing up and making your way back into the bedroom, you weren't sure if you should be happy or shocked, but on reflex, you were both. 

The first thing that popped into your brain was Tom, and how the both of you were due for a family dinner and some games and a movie at his parents house, but it was a Friday, so no doubt there would be drinking. 

Nobody would notice, right?  Nikki definitely would. But you weren't just going to blurt out that you were pregnant, especially if Tom didn't already know beforehand. He'd be home to shower before the both of you left, so you'd have to tell him then. 

You kept pondering the subject; all through your shower, and your breakfast, and mediation and reading and small work period until eventually you gave up on concentrating. 

Into the living room you went, grabbing some cheerios and turning on Friends before comfortably settling. 

***

It was quarter after five when Tom came home. You hadn't moved from the couch, but Tom didn't need to know that. 

"Honey, I'm home!" He hollered, laughing because it was such a domestic and stereotypical thing to do, but it was kind of your thing, together as a married couple. What turned into a joke had become a normal to him, and it still made your cheeks heat up and your eyes water from laughing.