Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots

The baby (Tom Holland)

I walked around Tom and mine's house, hands against my increasingly growing pregnancy bump as I smiled and greeted everyone who had come to our gender reveal party. I smiled at Tom as he walked up to me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at me. 

"Everyone is here and having a good time, I think that we should cut the cake soon, yeah? I want to know if we're having a boy or a girl." He smiled. 

"So do I, babe, but we'll find out regardless, the baby's sex isn't going to change in five minutes." I chuckled. 

"I want to know, though." He fake-whined, making me smile and shake my head as I took his face and gently pressed our lips together. Tom smiled into it, holding my waist as he returned the kiss. 

"Ahem." We broke the kiss and looked to the side to see Harrison now next to us. The boy looked at me. 

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a second?" he asked. My eyebrows furrowed, as did Tom's as we looked at each other. 

"I'm sure that it can wait, Harrison-." 

"It really can't." he shook his head as he clenched his jaw and stared at me. My eyes widened, this being the first time that I'd ever seen such aggression in Harrison's eyes. I gulped and hesitantly nodded as I looked at Tom. 

"Don't cut the cake without me, okay?" I chuckled as I leant up and kissed him again. 

"Like I would." He returned. I smiled and bit my lip, the smile immediately dipping as Harrison grabbed my bicep and started to drag me into the bathroom, away from everyone else. 

"Ow, Haz, Jesus, I'm pregnant, be careful." I scoffed. 

"Oh, please, the baby isn't in your arm." He returned as he pushed me into the room and walked in behind me before locking the door. He turned to face me. 

"I know your secret." He nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest. My eyebrows furrowed at the statement. 

"What secret?" I chuckled, cupping my bump again. He squinted his eyes at me and clenched his jaw again. 

"I know that whilst YOU are having a baby, Tom isn't. Because the baby isn't his." He nodded. My eyes wavered and my heart dropped to my feet as he uttered those words. I gulped, my mouth suddenly becoming dryer than a desert, as I knew that I couldn't lie my way out of this. 

"How do you know?" I mumbled quietly. Harrison sighed and shook his head, his jaw still clenched.

"I'm friends with the guy that you had sex with, luckily, Tom isn't. He told me that you two hooked up just after Tom left for LA and that he only did it because he thought that you and Tom had broken up, which apparently you didn't deny. I was going to say something to Tom as soon as I got told, but then you turned up pregnant. I thought that surely, you'd tell him then, you wouldn't let him raise a child that wasn't his. But no. You still haven't fucking told him. You still haven't told him and now all of his friends and family are out there, waiting to see whether you're having a boy or a girl, but with no fucking idea that they're there for a child that isn't even Tom's. How the fuck could you do this?" he spat. 

"I'm so sorry, Haz, I never meant for this to happen, I didn't mean to get pregnant." I choked. 

"Y/N, that's not the fucking point here. The point is that you slept with someone else, you cheated on Tom, and have now led him to believe that he's the father of your child. This wouldn't be an issue if the baby inside of you was his. But it's not. The cheating is the problem, Y/N, not the fucking pregnancy." He shook his head. My eyes wavered and I nodded, my gaze moving to the floor as a tear fell from my eye.