Always Been You | Tom Holland

FORTY-SEVEN

Two Years Later

Tom

I walk into the house to find Y/N moving furniture into our guest bedroom. She is pushing a futon down the hallway, stopping every few feet to catch her breath. I drop my keys onto the table and stand behind her with my arms crossed, watching her lean against the futon with her hands on her legs, hunched over.

I clear my throat. "What are you doing?"

"Jesus, Tommy," Y/N jumps. "You scared the shit out of me." I tilt my head to the side, waiting for her to answer. "I'm moving stuff into the nursery." She shrugs.

"Darling, we've talked about this. You're 8 months pregnant. You cannot be moving heavy stuff around! The doctor said –"

"I know what the doctor said. I just don't like it." She huffs. She rubs her belly and sighs. "Can you move this into the nursery, please?"

"Absolutely." I carry the futon into the nursery and place it in the spot she wants it. She watches from the doorway with a smile on her face as I move and carry around the other furniture she obviously brought in here while I was out. I decide not to push the issue any further. "You did this just so you could watch me move furniture, didn't you?"

She laughs. "I absolutely did. I'll never get tired of watching you flex your muscles." She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. Hugging has become fairly hard to do lately, now that her stomach is huge. "Thank you, baby daddy" She laughs loudly. She loves calling me that. She thinks it's hilarious.

"You are so annoying," I chuckle. "How are you feeling? Still up to go with me today?" I rub her belly softly.

"I feel great today. I'll absolutely go." She smiles. "Just gotta change." She walks – waddles – out of the room and up the stairs to our bedroom. It takes her forever to walk up the stairs now, and I usually just carry her when it's late because her legs get so tired after holding up her belly all day. Plus, I love that she has to allow me to fully take care of her now that she's growing a child. My child.

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We walk into the BBC Radio 1 studios and we're greeted by people left and right, the hustle and bustle of the studio on high. It's clear that they're preparing to record multiple episodes in the studio today. I'm with Greg today, who is one of my favorite people to interview with. We always have a great time together.

The best part about my relationship with Y/N being old news now is that I can bring her to interviews and sets and nobody really bats an eye anymore, outside of people congratulating us on the baby. We're like a package deal, now, which is a huge upside for me because she really eases my nerves before and during interviews. Seeing her on the other side of the glass just makes me feel at ease.

"Tommy!" Greg shouts, walking into my green room with a smile. Y/N got him on the Tommy train when she met him at an event a few weeks ago – subsequently, it was the event that we officially revealed that she was pregnant – so that's been his favorite word as of late. I, obviously, hate it. "So nice to see you!" He pulls me in for a hug and then turns his attention to Y/N. "Y/N, darling, I'm so glad to see you again!" He hugs her tightly. "How are you feeling, love?"

"It's always a pleasure, Greg." She smiles and finds my hand again. "I feel great. Today. The past few weeks... A different story." She shrugs and rubs her belly.

"Glad to hear you're well enough to visit us today. You look radiant!" He rubs her arm gently and turns to me. "We've got a lot to talk about today, Tommy. See you in a few!" He walks out with a wave as my hair and makeup team takes over to make me camera ready.