Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Tested (Tom Holland)

Requested by SpicyMarvel: Tom and Y/N have been trying for a baby for ages, yet their tests keep coming back negative. Y/N is paranoid and starts to question their fertility, so they have tests and doctor's appointments until they finally get a positive test.

*Hello, my loves, just a note. As the request suggests, this chapter contains some medical language. I want to emphasise that I know NOTHING about medicine and that field of things, so if anyone knows about those kind of things, don't come for me if I've said things wrong lol. Other than that, enjoy :) xoxo*

Tom and I sat on the edge of our bed, tears silently running down both of our faces as I held the negative pregnancy test in between my fingers and Tom looked at it from over my shoulder. This was the fifth negative test that we'd had in the last three months alone, and I had learned by now that no matter how much I willed for a second line to appear, or for the 'not' to disappear from the little window, it wouldn't happen. It never did.

"It's okay, my love, it's okay. We'll try again, we'll keep trying, and next month will be it." Tom nodded, my husband sniffing and also wiping his tears as his chest pressed reassuringly against my back.

"Tommy, come on-."

"It's alright, darling, next month, we'll get a positive-."

"For fucks' sake, Tom!" I cried, everything in me just breaking as I shot up from the bed and rushed into our en-suite.

"Darling!" I choked and shook my head, my entire body feeling broken and empty as I threw the test into the sink before gripping the sides and looking down.

"Come here, my love. Come here." Tom spoke softly as he appeared at my side. I sobbed quietly as I let him gently pull me away from the counter before wrapping his arms around me, me holding onto my husband for dear life as his fingers ran soothingly through my hair.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know that you're frustrated, and that's okay." He spoke gently as he pressed his lips to my hair. Tom and I had been married for three years now, and ever since our honeymoon, we'd been trying to have our first baby together. We'd always wanted to be parents, and young ones at that, hence why we'd gotten married at twenty after two years of dating, and had started trying to get pregnant immediately. The hope had been that by the time we were in our mid twenties, we'd have a house full of little miracles, the pitter patter of tiny feet filling the sound of our forever home. But the universe always had a way of fucking things up, especially for us. Because in the three years of trying, we'd yet to get our first positive pregnancy test. We had figured that because we'd started young, because I had started young, it would be easy for us to have conceived multiple times by now. I had no idea why I hadn't fallen pregnant even once yet, I had regular periods, Tom and I didn't live a particularly stressful life, and as far as we were aware, there would be no reason why Tom wouldn't be fertile. And yet there was something. And I was sick to death of guessing, and not knowing for sure.

"Tommy, I want to go and see a doctor. I want to know why I'm twenty-three, and somehow can't get pregnant." I mumbled as I pulled away from my husband, but only enough so that I could look at him whilst still being in his arms. Tom sighed and nodded, his lips curling into a small yet sorry smile as his eyes flicked over my face.

"Yeah, my love. As much as I hate it, I think that it's reached a point where we need to know what's happening, with both of us." He spoke. I choked and returned his nod, my heart breaking that we were having to resort to this. But there was nothing else to do. And both of us knew that.

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