You Deserve That || Tom Holland
Warnings: babies, mentions of a one night stand, language, mentions of Tom not being there, near death experience, blood, childbirth, traumatized!dad!Tom, language, fluff (genuinely cannot remember if this is it, sorry if not)
Word Count: 3,985
Author's Note: like I always do, I wanted to post something to break up the monotony of posting parts of Sucker Punch (don't worry, it's coming), so enjoy this dad!Tom fic for now :)
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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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