tom holland oneshots

through the tears

warnings : child birth, cursing

summary : reader goes into labor, and the grandparents meet the baby !! (requested) 

word count : 1800

a/n : let me know if you want a blurb on the reader breastfeeding for the first time, because thats been in my head and it sounds so cute. ugh.. anyways, enjoy this! i hope its what you wanted! 🤍

Any day now, you had told yourself. Any day.  Of course, you were nervous, and quite frankly kind of terrified of the baby Holland coming. Weeks into your third trimester, you and Tom couldn't be anymore prepared, and the preparation of the baby coming made you forget that she was actually coming.

You were watering the plants on the shelf in the living room. You were due any day now, and you were as ready as you could be. Maneuvering around some leaves, you started to pull the pot a little closer for easier access, but then you felt something leaking down your leg. Looking down you realized your water had broken. 

Oh shit, here we go. 

And then, Tom came in, a phone in one hand and a notepad in the other. 

"Hey, love. Do you think we should go with the first model or th-" 

But when he glanced up to look at you, you were slowly turning around, eyes wide and jaw slack. 

"Love? Are you alri-" 

"My water just broke." 

You were making your way to the car now. Tom was grabbing the emergency bags, for you and the baby, making sure his wallet and phone were with him before he started the engine. 

"Try to stay calm. Remember the breathing exercises we learned? In and out, in and-" 

You had groaned in pain at the first, very minor, contraction. Though it was one of the less painful ones, it was still an unfamiliar feeling, and you weren't used to it. 

"Almost to the hospital, love." 

"Thomas slow down! We might get pulled over or something!" You said, a small smile on your face, grinning through the pain. 

When you arrived at the hospital, Tom jogged in to let them know of your situation, and two nurses came out, one with a wheel chair and the other with a clipboard. They were wheeling you in and keeping you updated, asking you very few questions before letting you know that your doctor was preparing for your labor. 

"You're the husband?" She turned to Tom.

"That would be me," he said. 

"The cervix is still opening at the moment, but once it's wide enough we can start the process. We won't know for certain how long this could take, but at this rate it'll probably start within the hour," she informed him.

Tom was wide eyed at the mention of the cervix opening, but he nodded nonetheless. Then, he was back by your right side. You were laying in the bed, legs spread as the hospital gown was covering most of you. You were sweating, panting, and reaching for Tom. 

"I'm right here, love. How're you feeling? You're gonna do great, angel." 

"I'm-" you took a breath. "I'm alright. Hurts like a bitch though." 

He laughed at you before kissing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He leaned down to your ear to whisper a few words. "I'm gonna make a few calls. I'll be right back, angel." And then he kissed your shoulder and speed-walked out into the hallway.