Tom Holland Imagines

Slow Dance (Tom Holland)

*Your POV*

    "Come on, love, just dance with me," Tom pleads with an outstretched hand. I blush and stand up from my chair, before making my way onto the dance floor with my fiancé. The ballroom is elegantly decorated with lights and flowers that go along with the wedding's color scheme. I spot the bride and groom dancing a few feet away from us, and smile in their direction. Sam, the groom, smiles back and winks at me as I begin to dance with his older brother. I laugh and roll my eyes, turning to look up at Tom. Our bodies are pressed together now, and he wraps his arms around my waist as we sway to the slow music. I can see people watching us dance together, and I blush and hide my face against Tom's chest. I feel his chest vibrate in a light laugh. He leans down to whisper in my ear, "no need to be shy. You look incredibly gorgeous, love."

     "Shut up." I blush harder, and his grip tightens as we sway. I feel his hand resting just above my butt, and I use one hand to swat it upwards. He moves it up to my lower back and chuckles. He makes me so damn happy, and I can't help but smile. I look up into his eyes, and he stares back, grinning wildly. He has a look of pure love in his eyes that I can't describe, and I fight the urge to turn away and blush again. He can sense my shyness, and pulls my chin up using his index finger, before pressing his lips softly against mine. One of his hands leaves my back and finds my jaw, as he pulls me into a deeper kiss. I pull away after a bit, and lay my head down on his shoulder. I feel him kiss the top of my head as we dance, and I take a moment to look at the tables of people sitting and watching us all dance. I see Sam spin his wife happily, as a huge smile spreads across his face. It's a room filled entirely of love and family, and I've never felt happier or more content than right here with Tom.

     "I love you." I tell him softly, but loud enough to be heard.

     "God, I love you like you wouldn't believe." Tom sighs, resting his head on mine. "I want to ask you to marry me all over again."

     "Do you think you could outdo a surprise plane flying by with a 'Will You Marry Me' sign while we walk on the beach at sunset? I'd like to see that. One-up yourself, Holland." I tease, turning my head to look back into his eyes. He kisses me quickly again, before a lazy smile crosses his face.

      "Every moment with you feels that amazing. To me, I could ask you every day to marry me, and I'll mean it just as much. I want to spend my life with you, have kids with you...fuck we'd make adorable babies. I can't wait until our wedding next year." Tom murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine as another slow song plays, while we sway to the beat.

      "About that—" I mumble, thinking about the news I've been holding back from Tom all day. I wanted to wait until after Sam's wedding to tell him, but the timing seemed too perfect.

     "What?" He asked, pulling away to look down at me. I bit my lip and weighed my words.

     "We might have to alter my wedding dress by a few sizes..." I hint, and Tom scowls in confusion for a split second before realization hits him. His face immediately shifts into the same expression a little boy has on Christmas morning.

      "You're—we're—wait—what—when? How? Wait, I'm gonna be a dad?!" Tom whisper yells excitedly, causing a few people dancing near us to give him weird looks. "You're pregnant?"

      "I found out for sure this morning. I didn't want to tell you earlier, because I wanted the family's attention to be on Sam's wedding day!" I explain, blushing towards the end. Tom couldn't wipe the grin off of his face.

     "Oh my god, I want to tell the family so badly, but I don't want to overshadow Sam. Oh my fucking goodness! We're going to have a baby! A little version of us! Proof of my undying love for you! I can't hold this in. You know I'm horrible at secrets, love! Oh my god, I can't breathe!" Tom rants, beginning to hyperventilate.

      "Tom, chill!" I giggle, pulling us off of the dance floor and into a less crowded corner.

     "We need to leave before I accidentally tell someone." Tom states suddenly, quickly walking away to congratulate and say goodbye to Sam and his parents. Tom comes back to me a few minutes later, and practically pulls me out of the wedding venue.

     "Tom! Slow down!" I chuckle, as he leads me quickly towards his car.

      "I told them that you weren't feeling well, and that we needed to head home. Tomorrow morning, the second I wake up, I'm showing up at my mum and dad's to tell them the news. Oh my god! Is it a boy or a girl?" Tom says excitedly once we're safely in the car.

      "Tom, I just found out I'm pregnant. We won't know the sex of the baby for a few months!" I laugh.

     "Honestly I don't care, as long as it's ours. Oh my god this isn't even real! I hope it's a girl and that she looks as cute as you...or a boy who I can dress up as Spider-Man and play sports with...honestly I want both!" Tom grins, beginning the drive home.

     "Alright, slow down there, Tom. We have months before thinking about all of that—" I start, but I'm cut off by my phone ringing. I see my best friend/Haz's girlfriend's name pop up on my phone screen. I quickly answer and hear a continuous cheering yell of "Congratulations". I hang up and turn to Tom who's looking guilty.

     "I might have accidentally told Haz when I ran into him right before we left...oops." Tom shrugs.

     "You literally can't keep a secret for five minutes, Thomas!" I scream playfully.

     "Haz promised he won't tell anyone else—"

     "Well obviously he broke that promise. He's just as bad as you. You two deserve each other!" I joke, but I honestly don't mind too much.

     "He won't tell our family. That was our deal. We should be good until tomorrow." Tom defends.

     "Yeah, then why did Harry's girlfriend just text me asking about me being pregnant?" I sass when my phone begins buzzing profusely.

     "Fuck. Haz can't keep a secret to save his life." Tom huffs in annoyance. I giggle, and lean over to kiss his cheek. "Don't distract my driving, (Y/N)! I have to focus! We have precious cargo on board!"

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[Ive been so busy lately and I'm sorry, but I try to write whenever I can! Thanks so much for reading! Please leave comments and opinions! I love to hear them! I read them all! Love you guys!also isn't this Imagine so cute?! ~M]