Tom Holland Imagines #1 - COMPLETED.

Pregnancy Test. | T.H.

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I feel so weak, so weak that even wiping my mouth feels like it uses to much energy. Every morning for 3 days straight I've been throwing up, and feeling really off and... different lately. I don't know to to explain it. Nauseous, really really tired, horny, angry, hungry, sad, I've had mood swings and just... feel shitty. As I sit on the floor, my head over the toilet in case my body decides to make me throw up again, a realisation comes into my head that sends rapid butterflies through my stomach....

I'm 4 days late for my period.

The thought of that and butterflies intensified and made me vomit more. I whipped my mouth again and stood up, flushing the chain. I washed my face, hands and brushed my teeth before thinking this over again, calmly. I'm 4 days late for my period and me and Tom have been having a lot of sex lately, and even though we are carful, it can happen still. I mean... it wouldn't be too bad, right? Me and Tom earn a lot of money between us and we have a family to support us, and I think he'd be a great dad, and I think he'd be happy about it... maybe...

Thinking all of this, I took a walk up to the pharmacy down the road to get a test. I walk into the shop, the nerves getting more intense. I buy two sets of 2 tests, to make sure and pay for them. When I get home, I nervously take one test, the nerves get so intense I feel like vomiting again from nerves. I put it on the sink cabinet and wash my hands. Waiting for the results felt like forever but was only 3 minutes.
When the timer ended, I took a deep breath, and look down at the pregnancy test. I can't believe my tearful eyes.

| | 3+ weeks.

I..... I'm pregnant. Oh god I'm pregnant.

I expected to feel panicked or a bit upset at the positive test, but instead I feel a massive wave of happiness come over me and start to cry of happiness. Oh my god i'm pregnant! I can't believe it oh my god! I... oh my god I can't even speak I Just...oh my god! I take 2 more tests to make sure, and they all come up with positive, 3+. Taking some deep breaths, I calm myself down to a reasonable amount.

I feel so incredibly happy, but also petrified, I am only 23 years old I'm so young, but... I can do it. I can do this, Tom would never leave me and I'm sure his family and my family will help me and support us both, I don't need to be so worried... or maybe I should be... should I? No I should be happy... but what if... no! Every thing is going to be okay. It's all going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay. Deep breath.

* Later that afternoon. **

As Tom walks into the house, a rucksack on his back, he smiles at me with happiness in his eyes and says "hey baby, how are you?" He puts his rucksack down, comes up to me and pulls me in for a hug. I hug him back. Hugging him always makes me feel safe, secure and loved. I wish I could be in his arms 24/7, forever.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I ask.

"I'm great baby thanks for asking, I'm tired but really good." He smiles.

"How was work?" I ask, going into the kitchen and making him a cup of tea.

"It was really good today actually, we got to film some really cool fight scenes. What you been doing today?"

"Erm.. nothing much, just did some designs  for my coursework and did some tidying up. Tom... baby can you sit down on the sofa, I need to talk to you."

"Is it bad?"

"No baby, just sit down."

Tom puts his cup on the coffee table and sits in his seat on sofa. I grab a small amazon box that I wrapped in red wrapping paper with the tests in it and put it on the coffee table and sit next to Tom. "I got you something." I smile. Now is when the intense nerves all kicking in as Tom looks at me for a second, confused. He then gives me a sweet smile and takes the box and opens it. When he opens it, he takes the blue tissue paper that's wrapped around the test, and slowly unwraps it. I begin tearing up as it's unwrapped. Tom looks at the test for a second. His mouth falls open and he begins to tear up. He looks up at me with shock and tears in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" He asks, tears in his eyes. I can't tell if he's happy about this or not yet.

"I'm Pregnant." I smile.

Tom stands up and jumps around with the test in his hand, shouting "I'm a dad! I'm a dad!" Looking at him so happy makes me feel whole and complete. He stops and gently pulls me up off the sofa and pulls me into the biggest, tightest most loving hug I've ever had. He cried of happiness into my shoulder and keeps saying, "I'm a dad I can't believe it!" Into the hug. He pulls away from the hug a little bit but keeps his arms around me. He looks at me with a smile and says.

"Baby? How are you feeling About this?"

"Honestly, I am really scared, and nervous, but I am happy above everything else."

"What do you want to do?"

"Keep."

"Me too. If that's what you truly want."

"It is."

"I'm so excited to be a dad... I can't wait to hold him or her for the first time and give them a bottle for the first time, I can't wait to paint the nursery and buy all the clothes and the stroller and... I can't wait."

"Me neither."

"Baby, is something wrong?"

"I'm scared Tom, I'm pretty young, I'm doing a degree and.. what if your fans and work don't take this well and what if your family don't..."

"Baby girl don't you worry about any of that, or anything in that matter. All I want you to worry about is making sure you get enough sleep, food and anything else you need okay? You let me worry about everything else."

"Thank you Tom."

"you and this baby are my main priorities okay,  I want you to sit down on the sofa and drink your tea with your feet up okay? I'll make dinner, what you want? Anything you want I'll go and get it for you, and we can..."

"Baby calm down, I'm still the same old me."

"I'm just so excited."

"Me too."