#dad!tom x reader

“Since when do you like strawberries, just last week you said you hated the smell of them” He asked as he checked his phone, replying to a few texts while he waited for you to come back to the bedroom. “I think I was just sick last week, I’ve been craving them all morning” You shrugged, “Oh and some peanut butter”

Tom stared at you in confusion, “You hate peanut butter, we’ve been dating for 5 years I’ve never even seen you eat peanut butter”

“I know I usually can’t stand the taste but I really want strawberries dipped in peanut butter. So get dressed so we can go to the farmers market” You said pulling up your jeans before searching for a shirt. 

Tom chuckled, finally getting up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “Are those my jeans?” You looked down in confusion, these jeans fit perfectly there was no way they were Tom’s, “No way these are mine” You said looking in the mirror

“Nope, I think they’re mine” He said with a smirk. You were too distracted to notice his hand slip into the back pocket, pulling out his wallet, “see they’re mine”

“Oh my god they are yours” You said with a surprised look on your face, “I guess I didn’t notice I’ve been gaining weight”

Tom laughed, kissing your forehead before pulling a pair of jeans from his dresser, “Keep them, they look good on you”

You silently got dressed, your brain overthinking the reasons for your sudden weight gain, you hadn’t changed your diet except for the occasional late night snack. It wasn’t until Tom had pointed towards the candy stand, flooded with children asking their parents for their favorite candy, that it hit you. 

The sudden weight gain, the new cravings, sensitivity to smells

“Tom, we need to leave,” You said, grabbing your basket of strawberries and rushing towards the car. Tom looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion as he trailed behind you, “Y/N is everything okay?”

You took a deep breath, “I need to go to the pharmacy” You said getting into the driver's seat rushing to the nearest pharmacy. Tom took note of how nervous you were, unsure how he could help you.

You parked the car, reaching for your purse only to be stopped by Tom grabbing your wrist, “Babe you need to calm down, what’s wrong?”

You bit your lip nervously as you stared at him, unsure if you should tell him before you even took the test, “Tom-” you took a deep breath, “I think im pregnant” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper but Tom heard you clear as day. He froze, silently panicking but he knew that if he freaked out you would panic even more. He took a deep breath, grabbing your hand, placing a small kiss of the soft skin. 

“Okay we’ll get a test and then schedule a doctor’s appointment” He said. You stared at him, shocked at his calm state, “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head, “It takes two to tango honey. I can’t be mad about something I took part in”

You chuckled, “Okay I’ll take the test”

The last thing Tom expected was for you to show up at his apartment the day you announced your news to him. You showed up with no warning, looking more pissed than ever when he opened the door. Without even being invited in, you stormed inside, thrusting a pink paper bag his way ignoring the way it crinkled as it crushed against his chest, 

"Well come on in. Good morning." He murmurs as he closes the door. You just peer over your shoulder at him, scoffing as he follows you into the kitchen and sets the bag on the island, 

"I have every right to kill you right now Holland. You're lucky I didn't kick you in the balls when you answered the door." You bite. He scoffs, 

"And why is that?" He poses. You glance down at the bag, 

"Why don't you open that?" He looks you over before sighing, reaching for it and unfolding the top with a sigh, 

"Alright then." Reaching inside without looking away from you, and watching you lick your lips, seemingly growing nervous, his fingers fall around a thin piece of glossy material. His brows furrow as he pulls it from the bag, looking it over. Pulling the other piece out, he looks it over as well, his heart pausing in his chest, 

"This is baby A, and this is baby B," You mutter, leaning over his shoulder to look at the sonogram, a bright smile on your face, "the doctor says they're identical. I think they're girls." He glances down at you wide eyed, your vibrant Y/E/C eyes meeting his, 

"You're pregnant?" You give a proud smile, lifting your sweater up to rub over your stomach, 

"Yup, the next branch of those Holland genes are right here." You tell him with a playful giggle, looking back up at Tom and letting your sweater fall back down, 

"A-and you're sure they're mine?" He asks. You nod, looking down at the sonogram, with furrowed brows of your own, 

"Well yeah, you were the only one I was with around that time, and even at that, they're twins. You have twin brothers." You reason even though that isn’t exactly how Biology works. He still can’t argue with it. You squeal as you're lifted off your feet and spun around. He sets you on the counter. You lean back on your hands as he lifts your sweater back up, running his hands across your belly. You bite your lip and watch him, 

"You're taking this extremely well. I figured I'd have to knock your ass out." You murmur. He shakes his head, 

"Why would I be upset? These are my babies. You're pregnant... you're having my babies." He tells you, voice laced with awe. You smile again, reaching out to ruffle his hair, 

"Tom Holland, a dad. Never thought I'd see that happen so soon." Leaning in, he kisses your skin, a giggle bubbling in your throat. Looking up into your eyes, he remembers what he saw in you in the first place. The way you found the best in any situation, turned the negativity into positivity. And now here you are, in his kitchen, pregnant with his twin babies and you didn't even care that you were technically a one night stand with one date behind the two of you. Your smile widened as he stands straight, taking your fingers in his. You sigh as he pulls you from the counter, 

"Okay, and that's it, that's all. Thank you for being so okay with this, but you don't have to be there. I just thought you should know about your babies." You tell him, turning away to find your bag, Tom's heart plummeting, 

"Wait a second, what do you mean?" He asks. You turn back to him, eyes already glossy. His head is cocked and his eyebrows are knit in confusion and hurt, 

"What do you mean, what do I mean? I don't mean anything to you. So I'm having your babies, that doesn't make me anything to you except the mother of your children and that's not worth anything. I was just a one night stand for you. You remember that night just as well as I do. It meant nothing and I left the next morning without saying goodbye and neither of us texted each other after that. You never called me, hurt that I’d just left you like that. It’s obvious we don’t really care for each other the way parents of kids are supposed to." You reason. He takes hold of your arms, pulling you into his chest, 

"Don't do that. You are important to me. Like you said, you're the mother of my children and that's worth more than you'll ever know." He swears, staring down into your eyes, hands rested on your arms. You hesitantly wrap your arms around his waist, relaxing into him as he squeezes you. You look up at him, sniffling and swiping at your nose with your wrist as he pulls away, 

"Now if you'd like, I want all three of my girls to stay the night at least." He says with a smile. You let out a little chuckle and shrug, holding onto the counter as he bends down, starting to untie your shoes and slip them off, 

"You really want this?" You ask him softly. He nods, standing back up and grabbing your hips, 

"Of course. Now that you're having my babies, I want to get to know you way better." He remarks. You scoff, 

"That sounds completely horrible. Knock me up and then wanna get to know me." He tsks before crouching to hoist you over his shoulder. You squeal, holding onto his shirt, 

"TOM! PUT ME DOWN!" You yell. He chuckles, 

"I'm taking you to my room." 

"TOM!" 

--- 

Tom wakes, expecting you to be next to him in bed, only to find that you aren't and a quick roll over to your side of the bed finds it cold. He snuggles into the thick comforter heavy with your sweet scent. 

Opening his eyes, he finds you sat in the window sill, a book in hand, a mug in the other. He smiles, eyes wandering down the expanse of your torso to the perfect, round belly you adorned, one of his t-shirts clinging to it but hanging off of your shoulder. Sitting up on his elbows he sucks in a breath through his nose. You look to him, a smile crossing your face, 

"Good morning daddy. The babies have been very anxious for you to wake up." You chide, standing and setting your book and mug aside. Padding over to the bed, you climb onto it on your knees, your belly posed right in Tom's face. He smiles, looking up into your eyes before running his hand over your bump. He rolls over, moving your shirt up to kiss your bare skin a few times. Running his hand over your stomach again, he feels the flutters against his fingertips from one of the little babes, 

"Good morning babies." Kissing your skin once more, he flicks the elastic band of your underwear against your skin before dragging you down to lay in his arms. You giggle, draping an arm over his side as he squeezes you into him, lips pressing into your skin. He kisses your nose, moving onto your soft lips and rubbing his thumb over your cheek, 

"Good morning my stunning girlfriend." He murmurs, huskily, thanks to his morning voice. Your cheeks burn as you nuzzle your face in his neck, 

"Good morning baby daddy." You reply, making him smile, picking at the hair tie in your hair, pulling it out and tossing it aside. You giggled as he ruffles your locks, kissing just where your neck meets your shoulder, 

"What about Stella?" He poses. You snort, 

"Tom, we are not naming one of our daughters after your favorite beer." He smiles, running his hand over your stomach again, 

"Fair enough." He murmurs. You make a noise in your throat before looking up at him, 

"I have two names I really like. Wanna hear 'em?" You pose. He nods, moving your hair around your ears. You rest your forearm on his chest once he's rolled on his back, 

"Aspen and Alexandria." He smiles as you tell him, 

"Alex then? Once it's shortened." You nod, tracing a pattern into his skin, 

"I think it's pretty." You admit. He nods, playing with the tips of your hair, 

"They're both beautiful. I like them." He confirms. You lean in to kiss his chin, 

"And you can pick the middle names." Licking his lips, he stares up at the roof, 

"Okay, how about Alexandria... Louise, and Aspen Rose?" After a moment of thought, you nod, 

"Those are two beautiful names for two beautiful little girls," you tell him, rolling on your back, and pulling your shirt up again, rubbing over the skin, "Baby A's name is Alexandria Louise Holland, and Baby B is now Aspen Rose Holland." Tom smiles, holding your hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles, 

"I'm a little outnumbered now. There's a lot of girliness in this house." 

"Hey, you never know. We have to be open to letting them choose if they like girliness or if boyishness is more their speed. We have to always be open and loving. Always, if we're going to be great parents." You remind him. He nods after a moment, 

"Obviously. Of course, yeah, I forgot, but yes, definitely." He confirms. You nod, holding his fingers soundly in yours. He sighs, rolling onto his side and pressing a hand over your bare belly, 

"We'll make sure they know from the moment they're here that they have our support in anything they embark on." He promises, moving down to gently kiss your belly, your fingers threading through his hair as he rests his chin over your belly, arm draped over your hips. 

--- 

You squeeze Tom's hand as you ride out a contraction in the passenger seat of yours and Tom's car. You groan, letting your head fall back against the headrest. Tom leans forward, his eyes never leaving the road, to kiss your hand, 

"You're doing amazing baby. We're almost there." He reassures. You nod, licking your lips, 

"I know, I know. I'm scared though Tom." You admit. He tsks, 

"Don't do that. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna be right there with you no matter what, and soon, we'll have our baby girls. And they'll be beautiful and perfect." You suck in a breath, running the hand not in his, over your stomach. Letting his hand fall from yours, he reaches over, placing his hand over your stomach and rubbing. You place your hand over his, closing your eyes again, but this time yawning. 

Just the little things you did made Tom's heart swell ten times bigger. In the beginning of your pregnancy, after you told him, he would always get a text to see when he was available to come to an ultrasound. You let him keep all of them, almost as a ransom for you to move in to "get them back". You'd both look them over and rub your belly when you came to visit. After you found out you were in fact having girls, it was non-stop buying for them. Around your fourth month of being pregnant, he moved you in, setting aside a room for the nursery. You went on dates and walks, anything to make you feel comfortable and anything to make you feel like a loved girlfriend leading up to your delivery date. You made it habit to sit in the window sill before he got up, making it your mission to read at least three books before your energy went to two drooly little girls that you knew would look just like their daddy. You got through two and a half, sitting up late one night while he scrolled through a social media feed in bed. Then your water broke and you went into a full panic, practically having a mental breakdown at your little ones making a month early appearance, especially before your scheduled induction which was only a week and a half away. 

"What if I'm not ready to be a mum?" You ask, his eyes finding yours. He shakes his head, grasping your hand again, 

"You are so ready. And let me tell you, you're going to be damn good at it. These little girls are gonna have the best mum ever." You shake your head, looking straight ahead as the hospital's twinkling lights come into sight, 

"You're just saying that. I'm seriously scared Tom." You tell him anxiously. He squeezes your hand, bringing it up to your lips again, 

"I'm on this ride with you. And let me tell you something, I'm not getting off. You and I are a team and I'll be damned to let you feel overwhelmed do you understand me?" He demands. You start to nod, only to cower in pain, tipping your head back and crying out as another contraction courses through your body. You suck in a deep breath, holding the bottom of your belly, 

"Ow ow ow, okay, yes, I get it babes, you want out and mumma wants you out." You groan out. He smiles at you, letting you squeeze his hand again. You stare straight ahead, running your hand all over your stomach. He pulls into the parking lot cautiously, yet as quickly as he can before putting the car in park and leaning over the center console to kiss your bump, 

"You guys are hurting mummy and daddy doesn't like it." He murmurs. You giggle, running your fingers through his hair briefly before taking hold of it and giving a soft tug with a sharp intake of breath, 

"Sorry... just another one." You mutter, one eye staying closed. He hums as he straightens up, 

"S'alright. I'm pretty sure that was a method used in getting those two girls in there. You're quite the hair tugger." He tells you with a cocky smirk. You smile, grimacing a moment after, 

"Can you get me inside please?" You pose. He nods, climbing from the car quickly and walking around to your side. You giggled as he wrapped an arm around you, his other holding your hand. As he walks you across the blacktop, he kisses your temple, 

"Hey, you wanna get married after all of this?" He poses. You look up, a smile crossing your face, 

"Is that your proposal?" He shrugs, looking up at the bright red letter that spell out "emergency", 

"I'll have my two little princesses, all I need is my queen." He remarks. You smile again, your eyebrows knitting together, 

"Of course I'll marry you Tom." He leans in to kiss you, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out the small gold ring. You gasp, turning it into a giggle, 

"Savvy." Holding your hand out, he slips the ring on your finger, kissing you again. You wince yet again as Tom draws to a stop at the reception desk. Within minutes you’re being helped into a gown and laying back on a bed to get an IV put in. You pout, eyes glossing over as you drape your free hand over the bed frame, 

"Tommy." You whine. He jumps up, rushing to your side and taking hold of your hand, 

"You're okay, angel. Don't even look, just look right here at me." You wince as the nurse pushes the needle beneath the skin of your hand, mumbling a quiet apology. Tom reaches up, stroking your hair and giving a gentle smile, 

"Are you ready to finally meet our baby girls?" He poses to distract you. You nod, licking your lips nervously and looking down. He pushes hair from your face, your eyes finding his, 

"I love you." He mutters, leaning in to kiss your nose. You crinkle it, 

"I love you too." Just then, yet another contraction takes over, your eyes squeezing shut. The nurse clears her throat, 

"We're going to get you started on pitocin just to speed things up a little and then we'll get an epidural in." You nod as you stare up at him, squeezing Tom's hand, 

"Thank you." Tom rubs his thumb over your knuckles, smiling as you turn back to him, 

"Just think, when we leave here we'll have two babies." He poses, raising his eyebrows. You nod, looking down at your belly, 

"And a weird tummy." He smiles, rubbing your bump, 

"That's okay. You'll still be absolutely stunning." He reassures. You smile, wincing through yet another contraction. It only takes half an hour for every few seconds to be constant pain. You slowly bruise Tom's hand, breathing hard and attempting to do anything to relieve the pain. Tom felt hopeless, especially when you broke down in tears, sobbing when things grew to be too overwhelming and all he was doing was rubbing your back and shoulders as if it would suddenly help, 

"Tom, please don't ever do this to me again." You groan. He smiles, kissing your already sweaty forehead, 

"I won't baby, I won't." He swears. And if he thought the grip around his hand was painful when you were just going through contractions, he definitely had another thing coming. 

Because they hadn't had to induce you, they gave you the choice of c-section or natural delivery, to which you chose the latter. When you had been prepped and started pushing, Tom could feel his hand being crushed, your hair clinging to your forehead while nurses and doctors encouraged you through it all. 

And that first cry from your little Alexandria was all worth it, Tom noticing that you seemed to forget the pain once you saw your baby for the first time. You looked up at Tom, a proud yet exhausted smile written all over your perfect face. You nodded with a newfound enthusiasm as one of the midwives told you that you had just a few more pushes and you were done. Taking another deep breath while Alexandria continued to cry, with Tom's eyes glued on her, getting cleaned up in the corner, you gave three more good pushes and more cries filled the room, 

"They're beautiful Y/N/N. Absolutely stunning." Tom tells you, watching your two healthy babies from above you. You make a noise low in your throat, 

"Tom?" Looking down at you, Tom is horrified to find that all the color has been drained from your face. He rubs over the top of your head, 

"It's okay." He reassures. You shake your head, eyebrows knitting together, 

"Tom I don't feel good." 

"Sir, you need to move." A nurse rushes, coaxing Tom away from you as a shout makes its way around the room, 

"What's happening to her?" The nurse takes his arm in her hold as he tries to push forward, despite you breaking Tom's heart as you reach out for him and you're wheeled from the room, 

"She's lost a lot of blood. Her BP is dropping rapidly and if we don't get her cleaned up, she could die," the nurse warns him, shaking him as he still tries to push past her towards you, "son, you have two little girls that need you right now!" She raises her voice, finally drawing Tom's eyes to her own. He could feel the hot tears already running down his cheeks, now suddenly hearing the cries of his little girls at his back, 

"But she-" 

"Just let us do our job and be a father to those babies." The nurse assures, rubbing his arm one last time before she rushes off after you and her coworkers. 

Tom didn't know it was possible to feel pain and love all at the same time. You had voiced your fear of becoming a mother so often and he had just bypassed it. He'd brushed it aside as a way to reassure you both that you were made for this. Now he was sitting in a room, by himself with one sleeping baby tucked in one of his elbows, and another squirming, whining baby tucked in the other. The smile on the doctor's face as he came in the room to talk to Tom, lifted his spirits more than the doctor could ever know, 

"Well first off Mr. Holland, congratulations on your beautiful little girls. Y/N is fine, she's just asleep, but we got her all sewn up, and she's stable and comfortable." Tom nods, glancing down at the babies in his arms. The doctor smiles wider, patting Tom on the shoulder, 

"What do you say we wheel these sweet babes down to your fiance's room?" Tom nods before the sentence fully leaves the doctor's mouth, instantly standing and laying the girls down in their cots. Once settled, he follows the doctor, wheeling both sweet little girls along. The doctor clears his throat as they approach a room, looking at his watch, 

"She might actually be awake." He chides. And sure enough, you're awake, sipping at a juice pouch as they entered the room, your eyes still puffy with exhaustion. You set your juice aside, instantly perking up at not only the sight of Tom, but of your daughters, now asleep in their cots. You lean in further to look over the tops, your eyes darting between your girls before meeting Tom's eyes as the doctor closes the four of you in the room together, bidding all four of you farewell with a knowing smile. You nod, tears instantly clouding your eyes as Tom swoops in, choked up and wrapping his arms around you. You break down the moment you're in each other's arms, his tears staining your gown while yours soak through his t-shirt, 

"I thought I lost you." He murmurs, 

"I couldn't get to you. They pulled me away and I couldn't-" You start, but Tom nods, 

"I know, I know baby. I'm sorry I lied about being by your side at all times, I'm sorry." You sob violently, clutching onto his shirt tightly. He shakes his head, "I'm so, so sorry." Pulling away, you calm yourself quickly, to the best of your ability, your chest still heaving and tears still streaming down your cheeks, 

"C-can I see them?" You ask softly, eyes darting between his. He nods, pulling the cots closer to the side of the bed and picking the first bundle up, 

"Here's Alexandria." He croons. You lick your lips, taking the babe from him and cradling her close to your body. You look up as he picks the other one up, 

"And here's Aspen." You sniffle, and the tears return, your eyes flicking between the two babies that brought you and Tom closer than ever. You had said over and over again that they would look just like their daddy, and you were right. Dark brown locks of hair settled atop their heads and they resembled Tom's very first baby picture that Nikki had showed you in the months leading up to the birth, 

"Hi babies. Hi, I'm your mummy." You coo, looking between the cutest little ones either of you have ever seen. Tom has leaned in and started stroking your hair, leaning in further to kiss your cheek, 

"You're never doing that to me again. No more babies. That's it, I can't lose you." He says softly. You looked up to him with a pout, half joking when you tell him, 

"But I want a boy." He shakes his head as you giggle and lean into his shoulder, head rested there, comfort seeping into the room, 

"I'll adopt you a little boy." He murmurs, half joking himself.

But of course, he never would because two and a half years later, due to thorough convincing, you were back in the same hospital, delivering your cute little baby boy, Teddy. 

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Today went well, expect for the little lunch you had with some friends and a relative of your, your cousin, whp wasn't exactly too aware of the damages she could cause for a future mom, who was growing with hormones and feeling extra insecure about everything. Thankfully, you were too sure about everything in your life to give a single damn about what she said, but still... You thought it was something cruel to be said.

Yet, you were determined to keep quiet about it, you didn't want to stress over her lack of kindness, because of your baby, but your silence was what Tom needed to think for himself.

"Not good, uh?", he knew you and knew your relatives enough to quickly get what got you upset, "What happened?"

"Nothing really important", you shrugged, finishing your work. Tom was folding some clothes over the bed to put on the closet, and you walked over him, kissing his cheek and sitting on the edge of your bed.

"You don't sound like you think this is unimportant, darling", he arched a brow, "C'mon, tell me".

He sounded peaceful and supportive, and you had a hell of a day. Maybe you should just shout that out and get those cruel words out of your mind. That was not much to ask for. So you did.

"You know, she's not a cool person, not all the time. She was asking about my pregnancy, about our marriage...", you sighed. "And then she came up with something really weird, asking me if I was afraid of you leaving me, now that I'm pregnant".

Tom had to pause what he was doing, his hands slowly stopping on its tracks as he folded the last piece of cloth.

"What?", he gasped, eyes narrowing at your words.

You throw your head back, getting that bad feeling again. "I know, she is pathetic. I don't even know why I agreed going out with her, since we don't really get along. But, you know, I'm pregnant, thought it would be the best of times to... I don't know, build something stronger, since we are relatives. Well, it seems like I was wrong".

Tom passed his hands through his curls, shaking his head. "I can't believe she could say something so... so..."

He sounded frustrated, but most of all, angry.

"Hey, it's okay, it was just something stupid-"

"No, y/n, that's not okay", he said. "I'm sorry, I know she's your cousin, but that's completely off limits. What the hell does she have on her mind? You're pregnant, for God's sake! Who the hell say something so stupid to a pregnant woman?!"

You sigh. "Tom, I'm not affected by her words, okay?".

"Well, I am! I truly am affected", he threw his arms in the air. "I don't even know what I'm more pissed about: the fact that she considered I'm the kind of person who would do something like this, or the reason behind why she thought someone would leave you when you're pregnant!".

"In my opinion", you caressed your baby bump with your hand, voice still low. "I think she's just jealous for what I have. You know, this new family... me, you, this little baby. This is perfection and I don't try to hide it anytime of my day. Maybe she got angry because of that."

Tom puffed his cheeks out in frustration and took a seat beside you, putting the clothes aside on his way.

"Why are you so calm with it?", he asked. "I know it happened earlier, but, still, I can't get what-"

You took his face on your hands, smiling a little and rubbing his cheeks im soft circles. "Because, as I said, I don't really care, Tommy. You know what I care for? This. Us. It doesn't matter what people ask, what they presume, or what they want to ruin in our lives. It doesn't matter, as long as we're here, good on our on. That's what family is supposed to be, a boat in the middle of an ocean of people with bad words. And that's exactly what it is, just a couple of bad words. They don't mean anything to me."

Tom's eyes shined, glossy with all the emotions he didn't even intend to hide from you. He smiled a little, nodding his head.

"You're right. Yeah, that's ridiculous, I'm sorry".

"I need to make sure birthday boy over there gets home safe." You laughed as you pointed in the direction of your pretty drunk husband. You played around with the wedding ring on your finger, you'd only been married for seven months but you can't imagine your life without him.

You'd kept the fact that you were pregnant from him all week, wanting to surprise him on his birthday, you'd been trying for a child so you knew he'd be ecstatic.

"Tom?" You caught his attention as he pulled you into his lap.

"Yes my love?" He asked as he took your hand in his and placed a kiss to the back of it.

"Can you come outside with me?" You asked and he raised his brows.

"You wanna go outside? Right now?" Tom asked as he nipped at your neck, licking the bite to soothe it in the way you loved.

"Not like that." You said.

"Sure, sure. Come on then babe, we need to be quick otherwise people will notice I'm gone." He said as he stood up and took your hand in his, lacing your fingers.

He hastily made his way through the crowd and you laughed at his eagerness for what he thought was going to happen. Making sure you had a firm hold on your bag you followed. He took you out and onto the rooftop, the only noise to be heard was that of passing traffic.

Tom turned you in his grasp and backed you up against a wall, hastily kissing you. You laughed as you pushed at his chest.

"Tom, slow down, Jesus." You snorted as you escaped his grasp.

"Sorry baby, we don't have loads of time."

"Baby, I haven't brought you out here for that, I have a present for you." You said.

"You didn't have to get me anything else." He said, tone turning more serious. "You already got me enough."

"I know, but I technically didn't pay for this one." You said and Tom furrowed his brows as you handed him the small box you'd wrapped up. He took it from your grasp, face full of wonder. You bit your lip as you watched him open it.

You watched as his face lit up, pulling the test out of the box and holding it, examining it as if to make sure it was in fact correct and his eyes weren't decieving him. When he looked at you, you saw the tears in his eyes.

"You're? We're?" He stammered out.

"We're pregnant Tom." You said and he grinned as if he'd just recieved the best gift in the world. He ran towards you and picked you up as you squealed slightly, taken off guard.

"I love you so much." He said as he held you close to him and kissed your face. "So so much. We're gonna be parents. We're gonna have a child." He rambled as he cried into your neck. "This is the best birthday present I could ever ask for."

“Amelia, you done, darling?” Tom whispered, and Amelia held her hand up to focus.

Tom chuckled at the new habit Amelia picked up, shaking his head at the sight of his perfectionist daughter. “Hurry up, lia.” Theo whined, making grabby hands to the flowers but, Tom made sure they were out of his reach.

“You can’t rush art.” She sassed, grabbing the last sprinkles from the pot, drizzling them down.

“Voila,” she added, straight after.

“Right. Amelia, you start the march.” Tom grinned and watched Amelia rush towards him.

“Avengers…..” Tom trailed and let Theo finish the chant.

“Aseeeembleeeeeeee.” He giggled and watched his older sister climb up the stairs.

As the three of them made it towards the bedroom, Tom finally gave the flowers to Theo. “Theo, you have to hold onto it tight,” Tom whispered and watched his small hands aimlessly grab onto the stems.

Quietly, Amelia opened the bedroom door as predicted you were still asleep. On their tiptoes, they all walked around the bed. Tom helped Theo crawl towards his mum flowers, tightly around his grip.

“Wake up, mummy.” He tittered, his voice a little high out of the excitement, especially when you opened your eyes, and gave him a small smile.

“Oh, wow. Theo. These are beautiful.” You laugh, sitting up in bed as you quickly rub your eyes.

“Happy Mother’s Day!.” Amelia grinned, taking this as her cue to hand the cookies to you. You smile in awe and watch Theo make grabby hands to the cookies.

“Theo. You already had two.” Tom’s stern voice entered you, took a glance at him. Theo pouted, hiding his face in your chest making, Tom’s eyes roll.

“Theo, sweetie. How about we share one? You can pick one, and we can share so you won’t get sick?” You coo and watched his little face turn towards the cookies.

“Amelia, these are beautiful. How did you make these?”

“Uncle Sam. He was on facetime with me.”

"Well, we must say thank you to Uncle Sam," You laugh, breaking a cookie in half and feeding it to Theo.

Tom proudly brought out his phone and took a picture of his loves. He watched them with loving eyes, wondering how you would react to his Mother’s Day present when the kids went down for a nap. For now, Tom stepped back and allowed you to thank the kids whilst he called his mother to wish her a mother’s day.

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“And the kids finally are napping.” Your breath, walking into your bedroom and collapsing onto Tom. He laughed, brushing your hair with his fingers as he tossed his phone away.

“Are you okay to stay here whilst I have a shower?” You ask, playing with the string from his hoodie. He nodded, pecking your lips before watching you get up.

You smile in thanks and head towards the bathroom. Tom was flickering g through his phone as he just caught on that he could give the first half of your present now and the rest later.

As you were about to remove your underwear, a familiar face invited himself in; his jaw dropped in awe as he gazed over your body.

“You okay, sweetie?” You chuckled, walking towards him.

“I-I thought I could join you. You know, save water, helping you wash your hair…” Tom grinned, watching you undress.

After three years of marriage, he was still mesmerised by your body. Your body radiated the spotlights, letting your skin shine through the streaks of light as you made it into the shower.

“Coming or what?” You laugh, glancing at the stillness of Tom’s body. Tom eagerly nodded, shutting the door behind him just in case their little rugrats ran in.

Tom made his way over to the shower, taking off his clothes in the process. As you tested the temperature to get the right touch, Tom’s hands ravished your skin, pressing kisses along your neck. He turned you over, back against the cold tiles; he looked at you in awe.

“You still got it, mama.” Tom breathed, bringing your hands right above your head. He used one hand to hold your hands up and the other to turn on the water pressure. Tom didn’t care about the temperature; he was too occupied with the wonders of the shower.

Tom welcomed a smirk to his lips as he thought of an idea. He took the showerhead from it’s home and slowly drizzled the water down your body, watching the droplets raid your breasts. He licked his lips as he turned the water pressure on high.

“Tom… What are you up too..?”

“Trust me.” Tom swooned, guiding the showerhead down to your tummy, grinning as he felt the squirm arise from your wrists.

“You little shit.” Your breath, hitching your breath as Tom teased your clit with the showerhead. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure come to you. It wasn’t the first time Tom ravished you in the shower, but with the continuation of the showerhead, shooting up your clit made you rip out a loud moan. The wet sensation of the water peaking up your clit, made Tom grin in glee that he had this power over you. The vibrations of the water pressure made your legs shake.

Tom snickers, crashing his lips onto yours. Tom slides his tongue in your mouth, and both begin to dance in sync with each other. Tom pulled you a little closer, taking the showerhead away from your clit and itching it back in its place.

“Look at you. Already squirming for me.” He whispered between your lips.

His free hand guided it’s way to your clit, hovering his palm over the entrance. Out of desperation, you began to grind down against it, bringing out a brisk moan for Tom to do something.

“Needy girl, aren’t you?” He said, you only nodded.

“You aren’t the only one, mama.” He retorted and sniggered a laugh as something hard kneed your hip, proof of his statement. Tom takes no time and dips his index finger into where your throbbing clit is calling his name. He slides his finger along your clit, breathing sharply as you both felt how wet you were.

“Fu--” He groans but loses the rest of the word when he trails two fingers along your clit, and this time you whine for him.

Tom kisses you roughly and stimulates a contrast to how gently he presses not one but two fingers insides you. He curls his fingers between your folds, attempts a smug smile to show his innocence. You only bit onto your lower lip. The noise you were making was all Tom needed to know to work his magic.

“P-Please, Tom”, You breathed against his neck when he slowly started to move his fingers in and out.

He shook his head, “ I want to look at you. You look so pretty on my fingers, mama.” He whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to your ear. “I wanna listen to you beg for it.”

Tom was a very excessive person, something about his mood when sex involves makes you want to obey him. If this were an ordinary day, you wouldn’t take it. Tom kisses his way to your neck and then to your collarbone. You think he would give you a little hickey but, you found his tongue against your nipple.

He slowly began to tease your nipple, flicking his tongue around it to hear the sweet sound of your moan. He played around with your breasts, letting you ease into his fingers before he stimulates his two fingers to roughly moving in and out of you. He knows the pace makes you crazy and, it wasn’t helping when his thumb rubbed circles against your clit. Tom was very good at timing and pacing when it came to fingering you; he was very skilled in that area. You let out mournful cries, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.

“Tommy, please.” You cry, almost losing your balance when his lip tightens around your nipple and his hand entwined with yours. He didn’t help with your balance as he loved watching you be helpless without him. Needlessly to say, he won’t be getting any free treatment after this facade.

“You are doing so well for me, mama. So so well.” He praises, voice a little harsh as he harshly felt his fingers reach your spot. He knew if he went any faster, you were going to stumble and, he wasn’t ready for that conversation with his kids. He moved his tongue away from your breasts and took care of your screams with his lips.

You felt your orgasm start slow, and Tom can feel the juice began to trail down; he knows you could push a little more. He fingers you quicker, using the slightest bit of his teeth to bit down your bottom lip to show you that he is close to stopping.

He takes his fingers out of yours, caressing your back as he tried to help with your balance. He knew cheekily that with his support, he can get a little thrill out of you still. He pushes his fingers in further and notices your hips thrust against his fingers and pours a smile to his face. Your nails dig into his back as you can feel your orgasm slowly run down. He stops his movement, looking right into your eyes as he thrust one final time before feeling your juice drown his fingers. You wail out his name as he slowly took his fingers out of you.

“So proud of you. Look at how well you did, pretty girl.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you right afterwards. He watches the liquid run down your inner thigh and laughs at the shakiness of your legs.