Just Be Held - Pt. 2 ~ Andrew Garfield
Part 1 ∞ Part 2
Andrew Garfield x Reader
Word Count: 3951
Warnings: Takes place 4-6 months after part 1, lots of unnecessary apologies from both Andrew and Reader, angst, fluff, one of my longer stories (sorry!), pregnant reader, Andrew being super soft and loving, lots of repetition (as per usual), etc.
Request: @mcugeekposts Hey there... just read your Andrew Garfield x reader imagine.... Can you make a part 2 of it.... Where the readers gets pregnant with triplets or twins, which she gets scared because of her past traumatic experience..... Andrew calms her down and assures the reader, that he will protect them at any cost and she'll be the best mother to their kids... Since the day reader got pregnant, Andrew never lets the reader to do any work, which reader gets annoyed a little and Andrew talks to the babies in the belly.... She gives birth to a beautiful baby boy and baby girl....
A/N: Wow, how time has flown by! I wrote the first part of this story back in 2023, I think, and this second part was requested shortly after in August of that year. I really thought I’d written it back in 2024 but I guess I’ve been that busy. So I apologize to @mcugeekposts (who requested this back in ‘23) that this has taken me so long (2026) to write. You probably don’t even remember requesting it at this point (LOL), but that’s okay. I hope you, and all my readers enjoy it anyway! (Also, don’t pay too close attention to the time frames within this story - it might not make sense, and it’s also not super vital to the storyline lol.)
The second he was sure that his brain wasn’t messing with him, that he really did hear that gut wrenching sound, Andrew didn’t hesitate to rush down the hall towards your heavy cries, praying that you weren’t hurt. The sight in front of him broke his heart as he immediately knelt down by your side, pulling you against his body.
You sat leaning up against the bath tub, your knees pulled up to your chest, your hands pulling at your hair as continuous, frightened tears cascaded down your cheeks. Andrew didn’t speak yet, just held you close, pulling you up onto his lap as you sobbed. He pressed your head into his chest, combing his fingers soothingly through your hair.
He confirmed you were okay, checking you over to see if you were hurt, but found no evidence. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to let you go until you were ready, no matter how long that may be. He rocked you in his arms, pressing sweet kisses to your head. Each staggered breath you took, each broken cry left his heart to break more and more.
“Baby, what is it?” Andrew began once your cries had died down enough. “Why are you crying, my love?”
“I can’t, Andrew, I can’t do this again,” You cried under your breath. Andrew almost couldn’t hear your answer, you were so quiet. You buried your face in his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your fist. “I can’t do it. It’s too hard,” You added as more tears and cracked sobs escaped you.
Andrew brought his hand up to your face, brushing his thumb over your tear streaked cheeks. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about? What happened?”
You finally looked up at him, and the sight of your glassy, bloodshot eyes was what finally broke him entirely when you whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
Tears began to form in Andrew’s eyes. He didn’t know what to think or what to feel. He was terrified, there was no doubt about that. He didn’t want what happened last time to happen again. He didn’t want to see you in pain again. However, he was also ecstatic because this means you’ve been given a second chance. Another chance at a family.
Andrew pulled your head back to his chest, tightening his hold on your body as you whimpered into him. He placed his hand over your belly, rubbing gently there with his thumb. He couldn’t begin to know what to do or what to say or what to think. But with his hysterical girl grieving what should be the best news, but is equally as terrifying as it is wonderful, all he could think of is to be there for her, to care for her and tell her that it’s all going to be okay. Because as long as they had each other, everything would be alright.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re scared. I am too. But this is incredible news,” Andrew heard your hesitant whimper as he placed his hand on your cheek and guided you to look up at him. The smallest sign of comfort came when you saw the look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, his thumb brushing over your tear stained cheek.
“I know what happened last time. I know it hurts. And I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of physical and emotional pain you’ve been in. I have seen how you’ve healed, and I’m so immensely proud of you, darling.” Andrew beamed at you.
“My love, we’re being given a second chance,” This elicits a broken sob from you, more tears spilling down from your eyes. Andrew rubs his thumb over your forehead before guiding his fingers to brush through your hair tenderly. “And I promise you, I will protect you and our child no matter what. Whatever comes, I will be here with you and for you through it all. We’re going to be okay.”
Andrew lifts you up gently as you lay in his arms to press his forehead to yours. You offer him a wet smile as you cup your hand over his cheek, nodding to let him know you believe him, that you trust him and his assuring words.
“We’ll be just fine, my sweet girl. I love you so much. To the moon and back, I love you, baby girl.” Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he cradles the back of your head, Andrew’s declaration brings out a welcome giggle from your lips, and once reaching his ears, he prays not a day goes by that he doesn’t get the pleasure of hearing that sweet sound.
One Week Later
“Well, that sure is a surprise, all things considered…” Dr. Richards hums as he shifts the ultrasound wand over your slightly distended belly. He’d just told you and Andrew that you were currently 12 weeks in and you were now trying to see your baby on the monitor.
All things considered? A surprise? What’s that supposed to mean? Thoughts and worries started rushing through your head as your head whipped to the side to look at Andrew, concerned. He met your gaze with a reassuring smile, brushing his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly.
“You maybe wanna elaborate on that a little less hesitantly, doc?” Andrew lets out a slight chuckle, trying to mask the nervousness so as to not alarm you more. Doctors can be so oblivious sometimes.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong, I can assure you that. It appears that there’s not only one baby in there, but two,” He smiles as he turns the monitor more towards you so you can see better.
A quiet gasp escapes you when you finally see the two identical shapes of your growing children that the doctor is pointing out.
“Everything looks great, you are healthy, and I know we’re not too far in yet, but the outlook seems promising,” Dr. Richards proposes. You wish he hadn’t just said that when your head and your heart have been battling back and forth constantly about all the good and bad things that can happen. You wish he wouldn’t give you some false sense of hope.
But you were too absorbed in the news that you weren’t just pregnant, but you were pregnant with twins to really hear and listen to what he was saying. Honestly, you weren’t really surprised, what with how much your belly had grown in such a short amount of time. Even before you knew you were pregnant again, you’d wondered how you’d gained so much weight. Andrew would always reassure you that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with that, that he still loved you all the same. Although all of that is what made you finally take a test in the first place, revealing that you were indeed pregnant.
“I will leave you alone with this delightful news and the nurse will come get you soon.” Dr. Richards walks out of the room, leaving you and Andrew in stunned silence. You didn’t think you could tear your eyes away from the monitor. But, when you finally averted your gaze, turning to Andrew, his eyes were already on yours as if they’d never left.
“Andy,” was the only thing you could just barely whisper. You couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. And the uncertainty of his thoughts mixed with this overwhelming news made your heart pick up speed.
Twins?! That was even more terrifying than just one kid, but two? The statistics of having a successful delivery shot way down when it came to having twins, and that thought made your worries skyrocket. Your brain didn’t know how to react. Silent tears rushed down the sides of your temples.
“Sweetheart, I know what you’re thinking,” Andrew finally spoke. This news had to be overwhelming to him as well, his thoughts spiraling out of control just like yours. “But I made a promise to you that I would protect you and our child,” He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head. “Although, now we’re just adding another to the mix, which is astounding, my love!” Andrew belted out a lighthearted laugh that encouraged you and began to calm your thoughts, pulling a small giggle from you when he raised his hands triumphantly in the air. It helped to know that he was excited and was able to be positive for the both of you.
Andrew settled back down beside you, taking both of your hands in his, bringing them to his lips and pressing several tender kisses to your knuckles before meeting your gaze again.
“I know there’s a lot to think about and a lot to work through to make sure that you and the babies stay safe and healthy. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens. Trust me when I say, this is a good thing, baby.” Andrew leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, his hands cupping either side of your face as you let out a content moan in response. You look up at him, nodding, and you both share sweet smiles of assurance for each other.
“You, my darling, are going to be the best mother to our kids, no doubt about it,” His emphasis on the word the brought out a childlike laugh from you.
“And you, my love, are going to be the best father. I can’t wait to watch you with them. I know you’ll commit your entire self to giving them the best life.” You encourage Andrew with a small smile, placing a comforting hand on his cheek as he smiles down at you. “But I also wanted to apologize,” Andrew’s face fell the second you said ‘apologize’, tilting his head in confusion. He really was an adorable puppy.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you through all of this. I’ve made everything about me, making things so hard for you, and I’ve hardly taken to asking how you are, how you feel, how you’re dealing through all of this. I want to be here for you because you’ve been so amazing to me through everything and I can’t thank you enough. I’m just sorry that I haven’t been there for you,” Andrew was shaking his head not even half way through your words, already disagreeing with your intentions.
“No, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is one of the hardest things a parent can go through, but for you? For a mother? It’s the worst thing you could go through and all I want to do is make it all easier for you. I know nothing can make a loss like we went through better, but I can try my very best to make it just a little more bearable for you.” Andrew responded, making sure you knew exactly how he felt. “You need to know that I’m happy when you’re happy and taken care of. As long as you’re by my side, that’s all that matters. The only thing that you would need to apologize for is if you were to leave my side-” You couldn’t let him continue that statement, so you interrupted immediately.
“And we both know that will never happen. I will never leave you. I couldn’t even imagine such a thing,” You smiled as you cupped his face in your hands, gently pulling him down. Your lips met and your heart seemed to erupt from the amount of passion and love such a simple gesture could make you feel.
Soon, the nurse came in to give you your ultrasound photos and to lead you out of the hospital. The entire walk to the car, Andrew’s hand never left yours. Even after opening the door for you and making sure you were situated and comfortable in the passenger seat, he rushed to the driver's side and immediately took your hand in his again. Every now and then on the way home, he would bring your hand up to his lips, pressing kisses in random spots on the back of your hand. He just couldn’t get enough of you.
4 Months Later
Just as you were about to attempt to stand up from the couch to get a snack, Andrew came walking out onto the porch at that same moment where you were settled, stopping your actions.
“Hey, woah, what’re you doing?” Andrew interrogates, his arms reaching out to you. One hand is placed on your back, the other taking your hand in his to gently push you back into the couch, sitting beside you and turning to face you. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to try to stand up.
You love Andrew, you really do. He’s the starcrossed love of your life after all. It’s just lately, well ever since you found out you were pregnant several months ago, he’s been having a hard time letting you do things on your own. You wouldn’t go as far as to say it’s annoying, but it’s teetering quite close to that. You loved that he loved to be at your beck and call, but sometimes you just need to do things on your own, to feel like you’re still able to do things on your own. You’ve always been able to depend on Andrew for everything, it’s one of your favorite things about him. But not even having the chance to decipher whether or not you could do things on your own gets a little overwhelming.
“I was just going to get a snack, Andy, that’s all.” You replied. It didn’t help that your insecurities were going haywire the bigger you got, so all of those frustrating, obsessive thoughts mixed with not being able to do things on your own made everything just a tad bit stressful. Something you were always grateful for, though, was how understanding Andrew was with your mood swings and your outbursts. He knew to never take them personally, especially after you’d told him that they were never about him, but how it’s your messed up brain that sees him as the only one to take its anger and moods out on. Gratefully, he usually knew just how to handle such emotions.
“Well, let me get it for you. What can I get you? Anything you want.” You so wanted to just give in and let him help you, but your mind battled against your heart seeing how sweet Andrew was, and instead lashed out.
“Andrew, please, just let me do it myself!” You exclaimed, the guilt immediately forming the second you raised your voice. Your cheeks flashed red as you looked up to see the hurt expression in his eyes. And that’s when the tears started to flow.
“I’m sorry,” You barely whispered, leaning forward and covering your face in your hands. You hated every time you lashed out at him. He didn’t deserve it. Especially not after how much of an absolute saint he’s been through literally everything. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” You added, but Andrew had already pulled you into his side, holding you tight against him.
“Hey, no, don’t do that. What have I told you many times before? You don’t have to apologize,” Andrew removed your hands from your face, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turning your face to his. “Why are there tears, baby? No need. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay. Okay?” All his okay’s made you giggle, getting a smile back from Andrew. You nodded, agreeing that it was indeed okay.
“I’ve been thinking, and I wanted to apologize,” You gave him an incredulous look as he began, averting his gaze away from yours. “I know I’ve been quite overbearing the past few months, but, baby, you have to understand, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, if something happened to you,” He brought his gaze back to you, and you could feel a piece of your heart break at what you saw - his eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
“Darling, you don’t know all of the scenarios that run through my mind showing me all the bad things that could happen to you, and I could never forgive myself if one of those things happened and I wasn’t there to help you,” Your heart completely shattered at his confession. “Just now when I saw you trying to get up, all I could imagine was seeing you on the ground because you fell, or glass shattered around you because you dropped a glass when you felt some sort of pain. And I just can’t handle not being around you because I’m afraid one day, I won’t be here, and…” You had to stop him there. It was crushing you to hear him go on. So, instead, you twisted as best you could towards him and wrapped your arms around him as he immediately mirrored your actions.
“Baby, never apologize for something like that. You have been so wonderful to me. I cannot begin to thank you for all you’ve done. I just hate that you’ve had to struggle with those thoughts alone. Why have you never told me?” You didn’t want to let go, but you needed to see him when he answered you as you held his face in your hands, his hands sliding down to your place comfortably on your waist.
“You’re going through so much carrying our babies,” It hurt to hear the soft cries as he spoke. “I wasn’t going to put something like that on your mind when I know you have way too much on your mind already. So, to combat the thoughts, I told myself that I needed to do anything and everything I could to make your life easier, but it took me too long to realize I was doing the exact opposite.”
“No, darling. You were being the exact man I needed you to be, doing the exact things I needed you to do,” You guide your hand up into his hair, running your fingers through the strands at the nape of his neck to soothe and calm him as he nuzzled his nose into the palm of your hand that was placed gently on his cheek. You weren’t the only one that needed comforting, and you hated that it took you so long to realize that. “Sometimes my brain just doesn’t understand that all you do is to help me. But my heart knows. And I love you so much for all you do for me, for us,” You promise him, taking your hand from his cheek to take one of his, guiding it to lay on your belly.
“I love you, my precious girl. Just please, tell me if I need to back off and I will try my best to do so.” Andrew chuckled lightheartedly, emitting a giggle from you.
“I will, darling, in one way or another,” That brought a laugh from both of you, knowing what you meant.
“Alright, my love, how about that snack?” Andrew smiled as he stood up, turning back toward you. You reached your hands up to nonverbally ask for his help. You knew he would love to just get you your snack himself and bring it to you, but the compromise was for you to go and get a snack together. He’s still there with you, but allowing you to get it yourself. He takes both of your hands in his, effortlessly helping you stand. His hand places itself on your back to steady you, your bodies pressed against each other, and your lips meet in the middle. An extra kiss to your cheek before Andrew follows you inside and to the kitchen.
After a few minutes of trying to figure out what you wanted, you finally had a brownie on a plate in hand. Andrew followed you back outside like a lost puppy, though you didn’t mind. You loved every moment you spent with him. Making sure you were comfortable on the couch, propped up against pillows and your legs stretched out in front of you, Andrew laid down between your legs, satisfied with the satiated look on your face after finally getting your snack.
Andrew, then placed his hands on either side of your belly, getting up close and personal. “Hi, my babies,” Andrew began talking to your unborn children. “I just wanted you to know that you have the absolute best mother in the whole world. She’s the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I know you’ll agree with me once you get here,” Andrew looks up at you to gauge your reaction, only to see you already looking at him with happy tears in your eyes, your snack long finished by now. He reaches up to brush away a stray tear, an adoring smile gracing his handsome features before he brings his hand back, rubbing your belly lovingly.
“Not too long now, you’ll have the pleasure of her beautiful face being the very first thing you see.” He winks up at you before continuing. “Now, don’t give her too much trouble. It’s hard enough carrying around one baby in there, let alone two. We love you both so much and we can’t wait to meet you.” Andrew places a sweet kiss to the top of your belly before moving himself up beside you. You lay your head on his chest as he pulls you tight against him, kissing your forehead lightly, his fingers sliding through your hair, his hand resting on top of your belly for your children to bask in his fatherly warmth.
2 Months Later
“You did so well, my love. I’m so proud of you,” Andrew praises you as he holds himself up above you. He presses a kiss to your sweat drenched forehead, but who was he to judge? You just gave birth to your twins, your gorgeous baby girl and your beautiful baby boy, and Andrew couldn’t be more astonished by his wife after watching what you just went through.
Of course, you were so very thankful for how amazing Andrew was through it all, just as he had been throughout the prior nine months, and just as he had been ever since you met all those years ago.
You’d met your baby girl first, having just a minute to bask in her sweet beauty before having to give her to a nurse so you could meet your baby boy shortly thereafter. You’d had a chance to hold them both together - nothing compared to the feeling of your two babies laying on your chest, nothing compared to the feeling of seeing your daughter's tiny fingers wrap around her father’s finger. Of course she would be a daddy’s girl. But you could count on the fact that the look of pure adoration and bewilderment that your son gave you assured his role as a mama’s boy.
The nurses had taken your babies to be cleaned up and checked over, telling you that they were in the nursery, well taken care of, while the doctors patched you up.
“Rest now, my beautiful girl. You deserve it.” Andrew whispered gently in your ear as he placed his forehead against yours, stroking his fingers through your hair. “I’ll be here, right by your side, when you wake up.” Your eyes close at that sweet assurance. And as you give in to the exhaustion, the last thing you feel is his arms wrapping around you in a safe embrace, and you smile at the thought of your two beautiful children and Andrew holding you through it all.
