I sat on the sofa in mine and Tom's living room, Tessa asleep beside me as I watched TV. Well, I wasn't really watching it, my mind was too filled with possible ideas on how to make amends with Tom. He hadn't been home in almost a week now, and his absence was really starting to take its toll on me. My eyes widened slightly, as suddenly I got an idea. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts to the number of Tom's agent. I bit my lip as I pressed "call" and held the phone to my ear, waiting for a response.

"Hello, Y/N, to what do I owe this unexpected call?" he chuckled, making me smile to myself.

"Hey, um, random question, does Tom have any interviews this week, maybe some specifically about my pregnancy?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's got a couple specifically about you guys becoming parents. Actually, he's got one tomorrow with MTV news, at one." He stated.

"Great, could you book me in to speak to the same reporter, maybe half an hour before Tom?" I asked.

"Hold on, Y/N, Tom told me to stop booking you photoshoots because you didn't want to do any more." He scoffed.

"I know, and he's right, but this is an interview. Look, I fucked up and I need to fix what I did, this feels like the only way to pull it off right now." I sighed. He returned it.

"Okay, Y/N. I'll get you booked in for half an hour before Tom." He replied.

"Thank you so much." I smiled to myself.

"That's alright. Look after yourself and the baby." He replied.

"Will do." I nodded before hanging up. I bit my lip and smiled to myself, though still slightly nervous as I needed this plan to work. I needed my Tom back.

I walked into the room where I'd be doing the interview, looking around at the unfamiliar set. I looked ahead and took a deep breath as the MTV news anchor walked towards me, a smile on her lips.

"Miss Y/L/N, I'm Alex, how lovely to finally meet you." She smiled as she hugged me.

"Thank you, Alex, and you." I chuckled as she walked me onto the set for the interview.

"So, I'm just going to ask you some standard questions about you and Tom, your pregnancy and then I have some questions that I asked fans to send in." she nodded as we sat down.

"Sounds good." I smiled. She returned it as the cameraman started to count down, lowering a finger for every second before nodding.

"Hey there, you're watching MTV news with me, Alex. I'm here with Y/N Y/L/N, made famous by being the best friend, turned girlfriend, turned fiancé, of Spiderman star Tom Holland. How you doing, Y/N? How's pregnancy treating you?" she asked as she smiled at me.

"I'm loving every moment of it. Well, apart from the times when I wake up at three o'clock in the morning because I'm craving some weird combination." I chuckled, making her smile.

"What's the weirdest food craving that you've had so far?" she asked.

"Let me think...oh, I woke up one morning and smelt something really good. I went into the kitchen to see if Tom was cooking anything. Turns out, he had just fed Tessa, so the thing that smelt really good was her dog food." I smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, that's so gross! You didn't eat it, did you?" she laughed.

"No, of course not, I would never do that. We had steak in, though, and the food was a beef flavouring, so I settled for a stake." I nodded.

"You say that you settled for it, but I'd argue that you got a better deal than poor Tess did." She smiled, making me laugh and nod. Suddenly, the studio door opened, and Tom walked in. His eyes widened slightly as he saw me, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" he mouthed, shaking his head. I gave him a small smile, sighing before turning back to Alex.

"Speaking of pregnancy, rumour has it that this is the last form of publicity that you're doing with your baby." She spoke. I sighed and sat back in the chair slightly, hands on my bump.

"Um, yeah, it is. It was getting a little much, I would do an interview about the pregnancy in the morning and then would be rushed off to do a four-hour photoshoot in the afternoon, and that was my routine practically every day for a good couple of weeks. It was getting to me a bit, and I want to keep our baby out of the limelight as much as possible, which includes limiting her exposure to it even before she's here." I nodded.

"Did Tom have anything to do with the amount of things that you were doing? Because an inside source of ours told us that you two had a fight a few days ago because you felt like he was trying to exploit your child for his reputation." She spoke. I gulped, my eyes wavering as I looked at Tom. He stood there, looking equally as broken as I probably did, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for me to answer. I gulped again as I looked back at Alex.

"The source was right, we did have a fight, but through no fault of Tom's. I had just gotten home from a photoshoot that was upsetting for various reasons, and I was angry and upset. But the fact of the matter is that Tom would never do something like that, he would never exploit our child for his own personal gain." I shook my head, Alex nodding along as I spoke.

"I can already tell that Tom is going to be an amazing father because he's putting our daughter at the centre of his world before she's even here. Almost every minute that he's at home he spends putting together the baby furniture in the nursery and helping me to decorate. He talks to her all the time and kisses my stomach, as well as the nasty jobs like giving me foot rubs. He's been to every scan with me, every doctor's appointment, he takes every opportunity to go baby shopping with me, not to mention that I've lost track of the number of times he's gone to the shop at a stupid hour in the morning because I've had cravings. He's being an amazing dad already, and I honestly couldn't do it without him." I shook my head, a small tear leaving my eye. Alex nodded, giving me a small smile.

"Well, thank you very much to Y/N Y/L/N for joining us, and see you next time." She smiled into the camera. I gulped, looking at Tom as I stood up. He gave me a small, somewhat forced smile as he extended his hand. I returned his smile nervously as I took his hand, allowing him to pull me back through the doors and down the corridor. He opened a random door, checking to see that the room was empty before pulling me in and shutting the door. I gulped and took a seat on one of the sofas, holding my bump protectively as Tom crossed his arms over his chest and leant against the arm of the sofa that was opposite to the one that I was sat on. We sat there for what felt like forever, just looking at each other in comfortable silence.

"Thank you. For saying that stuff about me, I appreciate it." He nodded. I looked at him.

"I shouldn't have had to do it in the first place, I shouldn't have said what I did. I was just trying to make things right." I mumbled. Tom looked at me.

"Darling, I'm going to ask you something. Please, please, be honest with me." He begged. I nodded timidly, making him sigh as he looked at me.

"At any point, did you genuinely think that I was trying to exploit our child?" he asked, a slight crack in his voice. I sighed and held his gaze.

"No, I didn't. Look, it's like I said in the interview. I was upset, I was angry because of what the photographer had tried to make me do, and I said stuff that I didn't mean. I know that you would never exploit the pregnancy for your own gain." I shook my head. He nodded and looked down, gulping as he did. I sighed and stood up, walking to him as he continued to stare down. I gently put my hands on his head, playing with his curls as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body, his head on my chest.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I really am. And I want you to come home." I choked, a tear leaving my eye. Tom looked up at me and sighed.

"Good. Because I'm ready to come home." He nodded. I choked again, returning the nod and giving him a small smile. He looked at me and raised his thumb to wipe away the tears that had fallen, making me smile at the loving gesture before he leant up and joined our lips. I returned it, holding his face as he gripped my hips. I had missed this, the feeling of Tom's lips on mine and his hands on my body, it felt like forever since I had last felt him against me. And it felt good. I broke the kiss but kept my lips hovering over his as he looked at me.

"I still need to do my interview, so I'll see you at home, yeah? I'll get a takeaway for dinner." He nodded. I bit my lip and returned it.

"Okay." I mumbled. He gave me a small smile and stood up straight before leaning forward and kissing my head.

"I love you." He nodded as he walked to the door.

"I love you too. Knock 'em dead." I smiled.

"I always do, babe." He returned, making me chuckle as he blew me an air kiss before leaving the room.