I walked into the building where I'd be doing the photoshoot for Vogue, my hand around my bag's strap as I walked to the elevator and stepped in. I sighed, slightly nervous as the elevator started to move. This was the most important thing that I'd done so far, the other interviews and photoshoots not being as major. I had to get it right. I gulped, forcing a smile onto my lips as the doors opened and I stepped out. The photographer looked up, a slight smirk on his lips as I walked to him.

"Mrs Holland." He smiled as he leant down and kissed my cheek, making my eyes widen slightly at the intimate action.

"U-um, well, Tom and I aren't married yet, but I don't mind being called that if it's easier." I chuckled. He returned it and nodded, putting a hand on my lower back and leading me to where the camera equipment was set up. I gulped, feeling slightly uneasy with his hand so low down, but I decided to leave it as he guided me to the backdrop.

"Okay, so we're just going to do standard pregnancy poses, if you will. Things like cupping the bump and looking down at it." He instructed.

"No bother." I nodded as I placed one hand on top of my bump and the other cradling the bottom of it. He looked at me, his eyebrows knotted in concentration as he walked to behind me.

"More like this." He nodded as he put his arms over mine and started to guide me. My eyes widened as he pressed himself completely into me, his arms barely guiding me to change position.

"Brilliant." He smirked, his hand brushing my ass as he went back to the camera. My eyes wavered as I tried not to cry and I looked down at my bump.

"Do it for Tom, Y/N." I whispered to myself, forcing a smile onto my lips so that the photo could be taken.

"Okay, brilliant. Now, you're going to do one leaning against this." He nodded as he wheeled a fake lamppost onto the set.

"Like this?" I asked as I leant my back against it, making my bump clearer as I cupped it again.

"Perfect." He smirked before raising the camera and taking another shot.

"Alright. Now, remove your top and jeans." He demanded. I looked at him, my eyes widening.

"Sorry, what?" I scoffed.

"The contract stated that you would do a few shots in just your underwear, to make your bump clearer." He nodded. I gulped, the slight smirk on his lips enough to tell me that something wasn't right.

"I-I'm sorry, there must be some kind of mistake. I went over the contract with Tom, not once did anything say that I'd be doing underwear shots, not to mention that he wouldn't have let me sign it if that was included." I shook my head.

"So you're going to let your fiancé dictate how much clothing you're photographed in?" he scoffed. My eyes widened.

"No. I'm dictating that I'm not going to be photographed in my underwear." I nodded as I grabbed my bag.

"I'm sure that the couple of shots that you have are enough." I mumbled as I started to walk towards the elevator.

"Mrs Holland, you'll be breaching your contract if you leave before taking a few photos in your underwear-."

"To hell with the fucking contract." I spat, making him scoff as I stepped into the elevator and the doors closed.

I stood in the kitchen, making dinner and biting my lip as I thought about how I was going to talk to Tom about what I needed to. As if on cue, I heard the front door open, and Tom walked in.

"Hey, darling." He smiled, it widening as he got down on his knees to stroke Tessa.

"How was the photo-shoot?" I asked, turning to face him as he walked into the kitchen part of the room.

"It was good. How was yours?" he chuckled as he put his hand on my growing bump as he passed. I sighed and looked down, cupping my bump.

"Not great." I mumbled, looking back at him. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not?" he scoffed. I sighed.

"From the moment that I stepped out of the elevator, the photographer was seriously creepy, smirking at me, touching my lower back, moving me into positions that I could have done myself, stuff like that. Then, after a couple of shots, he asked me to strip so that he could get a few shots of me in just my underwear, to make the bump clearer." I admitted. Tom's eyes widened.

"He did what?" he spat, but I knew that the anger wasn't for me.

"Yeah. He tried to convince me that the contract had asked for a couple of underwear shots, but I knew that it didn't, I knew that you wouldn't have let me sign it." I shook my head.

"Fucking right I wouldn't have. I'm so sorry, darling, I'll have a word with the magazine." He nodded, sighing as he cupped my head and kissed it. I gulped and looked down again.

"Tommy, it made me start to think." I mumbled.

"About what, sweetheart?" he asked, his lips still against my hair as he placed his hand on my bump and soothingly rubbed his thumb against it. I gulped again.

"I'm not doing any more photoshoots." I admitted.

"It's fine, babe, I promise that you won't get the same photographer, I'll make sure that he doesn't work with you-."

"No, Tom, I'm not doing any more. Now or when the baby's here." I scoffed, looking at him. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" he returned. I sighed.

"You knew when I got pregnant that I didn't want this baby to be in the limelight, we agreed that we would protect her from the pressure of being born into fame. When I agreed to do the first couple of shoots, I thought "fine, fair enough, it'll help his image" and so, I did it. But now, our baby is the most talked about thing on the planet, and she's not even due for another three months. I don't want this for her, I never did." I shook my head.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but she's the daughter of a famous actor, she's going to get some attention-."

"Robert kept his kids out of the limelight, Zendaya made sure that her son was protected from that too. They both managed to do it, why can't we?" I scoffed.

"Because they weren't called every minute of every day by magazines and harassed into doing photoshoots." He nodded.

"How hard is it to fucking say no, Tom?" I spat. His eyes widened.

"Very hard! Reputations get ruined by being so arrogant and cocky that you think you're above having your photo taken for magazines, it would get out immediately if people knew that my pregnant fiancé was refusing to do photoshoots." He scoffed.

"Right now, Tom, I couldn't give less of a shit about your reputation. What I care about is the exploitation of our child, that has started before she's even here." I snapped. Tom's eyes wavered at my words.

"What did you just say?" he scoffed quietly. I gulped and looked down, immediately regretting my words.

"Tom, I didn't mean that-."

"Say it again." He nodded, walking to me and placing his hands on either side of my body against the counter so that I was stuck between him and the counter. I sighed and looked at him.

"I said that I don't want her to be exploited, and that's exactly what's happening right now." I admitted. Tom nodded, his eyes wavering as a tear fell from them.

"You think that I'm exploiting our child for money and my reputation." He stated. I gulped and looked at him.

"Tom, you say yes straight away to every single offer, without telling me first and always seem to forget that I'll be the one in front of the camera. I get to the sets and some of the guys look at me like I'm nothing but a container carrying a famous actor's child, and then the women gossip about how they think I only got pregnant to keep leeching off of you, not to mention the stuff that they say about the baby. Yet you keep saying yes to the deals, without asking me first, after seeing me come home from photoshoots and interviews, upset about what's been said about me and our child. So, yes, Tom, I have started to doubt your reasons for all of the photoshoots." I admitted, my eyes wavering as a tear fell from them. Tom looked at me, tears leaving his own eyes as he pushed off from the counter and started to walk away from me. I gulped, following his actions with my eyes as he silently grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on before opening the door and walking out. I let out a shaky breath, hands protectively cupping my bump as I looked at it.

"He'll come back. Mummy messed up, but he'll come back." I nodded, uttering the words quietly.