Tom Holland Imagines

Ice Cream and a Baby | T.H.

Request by: Haulston_Kingsley
Request: Tom and the reader broke up but she found out she was pregnant, and Tom in the reader meet again when the kid is 3-4 and he figures out the baby is his and tries to be an amazing father.

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"It's a great opportunity, if you don't take it I wouldn't be able to live with myself." I said sitting on the couch trying not to cry.

"But its a tour (y/n), a really long tour."

"Two years, I know."

"I can't leave you." Tom said crying as he held onto me.

At this moment I knew what I had to do, I had to break up with him, in a really bad way...

"I don't love you..." I lied

He let go of me and got off the couch, I got up to face him.

"I don't love you anymore, Tom. And I thought I could just push you away by letting you go on this tour and not hurt you, but the fact is you wouldn't leave unless I told you how I really felt."

"You're serious?" He said tears flowing down his face like a stream.

"Yes. Just go. I'd like you to leave." I nodded my head and walked him to the door.

He walked out the door and turned to face me as I was about to shut it.

"You really feel this way?"

"Yeah...I'm so sorry."

He nodded his head, walked to his car and drove away. I shut the door and fell to the ground in tears. I loved him so much I had to let him go and do what he was meant to do. Even if it hurt me in the process.

Two weeks later

I couldn't shake this feeling, I felt really sick and not because of Tom. I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

"Well that's not good." I said as I flushed it. My eyes went wide, my period was late.

"Oh my god..." I rushed to the store and bought two pregnancies tests and took the first one...positive.

"Oh my god..." I ripped the other box open and took it again. Positive.

"No...no!!" I cried.

"I know I hate these public's bathrooms too." A lady one stall over said.

"I'm pregnant..." I whispered just enough for the lady to hear.

"Oh my Lordy! Congratulations!" She said as I heard a toilet flush.

I ran out of the bathroom and to my car outside.

I sat in the seat and cried. It was Tom's. I had just told him I didn't love him and now I'm carrying his baby...I hit the steering wheel and put my head down. Of course this would happen to me.

"I'm going to have a baby..."

When I said it out loud a rush of peace fell on me. "I'm going to be a mommy!" I smiled. I called my mom and she was so happy, a little upset about what happened between me and Tom, but she was excited and couldn't wait to move down and help raise this child.

Four years later

"Thomas! Get down before you hurt yourself." I said to my unruly three year old who was trying to get on top of the monkey bars.