Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Espanol (Tom Holland)

Requested by abbymilne: Tom and Y/N can't have children, and so they adopt instead, but they adopt a child who can't speak English, so they learn the child's native language.

*Please note: 1. since some bits are in a different language, I have put translations in for the bits that I find necessary to translate. 2. Whilst I speak SOME spanish, I am NOT fluent, so any Spanish speakers, please don't come for me if I have vocab wrong or anything lol. Thank you and enjoy :)*

I sat in mine and Tom's living room, my eyes on the TV in an attempt to distract myself whilst my husband of five years finished his work for the day. I looked down as my phone started to vibrate, making my eyebrows furrow as it showed an unknown number. I picked it up and pressed the green button before holding it to my ear.

"Hello?" I picked up.

"Hello there, is this Mrs Holland?" The woman asked. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Speaking." I nodded to myself.

"Hi, Mrs Holland, it's Jessica, from the agency. I have good news." She spoke. My eyes widened, my heart immediately jumping in hope as I shot to my feet.

"Really?" I gulped.

"Really. I suggest that if he's nearby, you go and find Mr Holland." She replied. I giggled and nodded to myself, my heart already pounding as I rushed through to the study. I threw the door open, making Tom look up at me from his laptop. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Sweetheart, are you okay-."

"It's the agency, they say that they have good news." I cut him off. His eyes widened.

"Oh my god, come here, come here!" He exclaimed, making me nod as I rushed to him and sat down on his lap. Tom and I had been trying for a baby ever since we'd gotten married, which had led to a long five years of trying, and failing, to get pregnant. It had been a mystery why, until we'd received the devastating news that I couldn't have children. The doctors had told me that my womb wouldn't be able to protect a baby for long enough for it to grow, that that was how it was for some women, and that because of this, no fertilised eggs would ever make it past the twelve-week mark in my uterus. The news had of course absolutely crushed me and Tom, and had ended our dreams of becoming parents. That was until we started to think about the possibility of adoption. We'd applied to adopt a child two years ago, and this had been the first call that we'd had to suggest that they'd actually found a child that would be ours. A child would soon be ours.

"We're both here, Jessica, what do you have for us?" I gulped, Tom's arms curling around my waist and him resting his chin against my shoulder as I put my phone on speaker.

"One of the children's homes in Spain that we're partnered with has a little boy who they think would be perfect for you. He's called Nico, he's three years old, and he's the cutest little thing ever." Jessica chuckled over the phone. I bit my lip and looked at Tom, my husband's eyes just as full of excitement as I was sure that mine were as we looked at each other.

"He sounds perfect. He sounds absolutely perfect." Tom laughed and shook his head.

"Before you agree, guys, there is one...slight...catch." She spoke. My eyebrows furrowed, as did Tom's as we both continued listening intently to the call.

"Okay...and that is?" Tom scoffed. There was a pause.

"He doesn't speak a word of English...and I know that you don't speak a word of Spanish." Jessica returned the scoff. My eyes widened and I looked at Tom, his mouth falling open as he returned the look.