Requested by matildadaisy: Tom helps Y/N through the pregnancy, and they fall back in love.

The doctor squirted the cold gel onto my stomach, a slight hiss leaving my lips at the icy feeling of the liquid as I lay on the lounger, and Tom sat on the chair next to me. It had been a week since Tom and I had found out about my pregnancy, meaning that my first scan was today. I had to admit that I had been slightly shocked that he had wanted to come along with me. After all, I knew that whilst this was his baby, we weren't anything more than friends right now, so he hadn't had to come if he didn't want to. Though, I had to admit that I was slightly hopeful that having a baby together would bring us back together for good. That was what I hoped for, at least.

"So, let's have a look at baby Holland, then." The doctor mumbled, her eyes on the screen as she started to move the stick around my ever-so-slight bump. I bit my lip and looked at the screen, Tom's eyes also on it as we looked at the ultrasound. My eyes widened, a choke leaving my lips as the image of a foetus appeared on the screen.

"Oh my god." I choked.

"There they are, that's your baby." The doctor smiled as she looked at us.

"Look how beautiful they are already, love, oh my god." Tom smiled, making me return it and look at him as he took my hand and intertwined our fingers before raising my hand to his lips. My heart jumped at the loving action, though luckily Tom was too enthralled by the image to notice my cheeks heating up rapidly.

"You hear that thumping as well? That's the heartbeat, and it's a strong one. You're exactly where we want you to be right now, baby looks like they're developing perfectly. You two have a miracle on your hands." The doctor nodded.

"That we do." Tom spoke as he kissed my hand again. I bit my lip and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes as he returned the glance. His beautiful chocolate eyes looked straight into mine, my stupid mind convincing me that the glint in them was that of love and adoration. But I was still all too aware of the fact that we had broken up because Tom had fallen out of love with me, and that this baby was a result of our goodbye sex, so I was trying to manage my expectations of what would come out of this. It wasn't working, though.

"I'll leave you to get cleaned up, and then just come to reception when you're done so that we can book you up for another scan in a month." The doctor instructed as she turned the machine off before standing from the stool.

"Thank you so much." I smiled, making her return it as she left the room.

"Well, I don't think that that could have gone any better, do you?" I chuckled as I used the paper towels to wipe the gel off of my stomach.

"No, definitely not, I'm so happy that they're healthy. But, um...I need to talk to you about something." Tom nodded. I looked at him, my heart jumping in anxiety as he looked at me timidly. Before we'd broken up, I'd been with Tom for long enough to know that look, and it was never followed by something good. "O-okay." I gulped with a nod as I tried not to sound as terrified as I felt. He gave me a small smile.

"I, um...I know that we're broken up, and I know that we're just friends, but I just, I'm figuring that it's going to be easier for the baby and for us, in terms of co-parenting, for you, and them, once they're born, to...well...move in with me." He admitted. My eyes widened, a massive wave of relief washing over me. It wasn't bad, it wasn't catastrophic, if anything this was amazing. It was one thing getting Tom back if we were just co-parents, but living in the same house whilst raising our baby would make that even more likely.

"What?" I scoffed as I sat up on the lounger and tried to sound shocked.

"I know that it sounds crazy, but it makes sense, sweetheart. The house that I'm in now is a lot bigger than the one that we shared. You and the baby move in, they have a nursery, we each have our own rooms, and I sell the old place. It means that once the baby is born, we don't have to split them between two homes, it's so much less disruption for them. What do you think?" He gulped. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"I think that it's a really good idea. One that I'm completely game for." I admitted. His eyes widened slightly, his reaction telling me that he was almost expecting me to shoot it down.

"Yeah?" He smiled.

"Yeah. You're right that it makes more sense for us to live together with the baby, it'll be so much easier on us and them. So, yes, Tom. I'll move in with you." I nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief, making me chuckle and shake my head as my heart once again leapt. For someone who wasn't in love with me anymore, he sure was happy that I'd agreed to move back in with him, even if it would be into separate bedrooms and only as co-parents.

"Awesome, brilliant. I'll get that sorted as soon as I can, I can't wait." He chuckled.

"Neither can I, Tommy, neither can I." I smiled, making him return it and bite his lip.

"Any time today, Tommy!" I called out, one hand on my hip and the other on my six-months'-pregnant bump as I looked around the room in our house that we were turning into the nursery.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, needed to grab the paint." Tom chuckled as he walked into the room with two tins of yellow paint for the walls.

"Here goes nothing." I smiled, making him return it and wink as he opened the tins and we dipped the paint brushes into them. It had been two months since I'd moved back in with Tom in preparation for the baby coming, and things had been incredible. We were still only officially friends, but with every arm around my waist when watching a movie, every foot rub because my feet were getting more swollen the more pregnant I was, and even the nights where we'd fall asleep together on the sofa and I'd wake up to Tom talking to my bump, I could feel us falling back in love. Or at least, I was falling again, I just hoped that he was too.

"Do you think that this room will be big enough for her?" Tom asked as we started to paint the walls.

"I think that it'll be plenty big enough for him, yes." I smiled, making him smirk and shake his head.

"I still think that it might be a girl." He chuckled.

"I'd love a girl, Tommy, but I've had the same cravings as when mum was pregnant with my brother, so that suggests that it's a boy." I shrugged as I continued to paint the wall.

"If it is a boy, we can have a girl next time." He replied. My eyes widened, my heart leaping in my chest as I looked at him.

"What did you just say?" I scoffed, making him return the glance innocently over his shoulder.

"Huh?" He asked. I gulped harshly, my mind trying to figure out if I really had heard Tom say what I thought that he had. That next time we had another baby, we could have a girl. Implying that we'd have the relationship to have another child. Wow. The thought made my heart flutter in happiness in my chest.

"N-never mind, it's nothing." I chuckled and shook my head. He shrugged and smiled before raising his paintbrush and flicking paint at me, making me squeal as it landed against my face. I looked at him with wide eyes, making him smirk and wink.

"Thomas Stanley Holland, you've just started a war." I scoffed and nodded, making him laugh as I grabbed my paintbrush and returned the flick.

"Not the face! I need this face for work!" He yelled, both of us laughing and running around the room as we flicked as much paint as possible at each other.

"No! Cheater!" I squealed as he picked me up and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, my legs kicking out as I tried to get him to put me back down so that I could hit him with paint again.

"Apparently if I hold you up, you can't flick paint at me! Brilliant!" He exclaimed. I laughed and shook my head, both of us smiling and giggling as he put me down. I chuckled and smiled as I turned around in his arms to face him, both of our chests heaving in deep pants as we came down from the little play fight. Tom's gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, a small smile on his face as his arms around my waist held me into his body. I returned the look and gulped, my heart violently racing in my chest as I could see from a mile away what was about to happen. The issue was what it would mean. Surely enough, Tom leant down and kissed me. I returned it immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold his face as his hands gripped my hips. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me giggle and him smirk as he deepened the intimate moment. But there was still a massive problem, and it was currently the only thing on my mind, despite the fact that the love of my life was kissing me again for the first time in six months. But I had to know.

"W-wait, stop." I mumbled as I broke the kiss and put my hands on his chest.

"What is it, darling? What's wrong?" He muttered equally as quietly as he instead pressed his lips to my cheek and head. I gulped and timidly looked up at him, my heart already hurting at what I was about to say. And the possibility that I wouldn't get the answer that I wanted.

"We've been here before. Six months ago, you came back to the house to collect your stuff, we hooked up and then you were gone the next morning. Don't get me wrong, I'm so fucking happy now that that hook-up got me pregnant, and that we're doing this together, but don't kiss me if we're just going to go back to being friends tomorrow. Don't kiss me, don't cuddle me, don't do anything other than what friends would do with me if you don't mean it, because I can't handle being broken again." I choked and shook my head. Tom sighed and nodded, the boy giving me a small smile as he raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Leaving you and telling you that I'd fallen out of love with you were the biggest mistakes that I've ever made. From the moment that I left that night, I felt fucking lost, but I had no idea how to come back to you. Then we had sex, and I thought that that was my way back in, but then I woke up again having no fucking clue how to talk to you about it, and get you back, so leaving felt like the best option. But love, there's a reason why I asked you to move back in, and it's not just for our baby. I've completely fallen in love with you all over again, and I don't want to stop. So, I promise you, I swear to god, that I mean all of it. Every kiss, every cuddle, everything that I do that's more than what friends do, I mean it. I mean it all." He nodded, his voice gentle as his gaze flicked over my face. I bit my lip and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes and my heart fluttering with happiness at his words. Tom had just admitted that I was in fact getting him back, and that meant the fucking world to me.

"Okay. Good, because I mean it all too." I reassured.

"I know. You always do. That's what I love about you." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as he leant in and kissed me again.

"Come on, sweetheart, you're so close, come on, come on." Tom encouraged, my boyfriend's body behind me on the hospital bed as I sat in between his parted legs with my back against his chest.

"I can't, it hurts so fucking much, I can't, please." I choked and shook my head, sweat coating my skin and pain rushing through my body as I went through the agony that was childbirth.

"He's right, mum, you're so close. One more big push and your baby is going to be here." The midwife nodded.

"Come on, darling, one more push and then our beautiful child will be here, you can do this." He cooed, his lips pressing to the side of my head as his hand ran through my hair.

"Fuck, okay. Okay, shit." I choked before squeezing my eyes shut and pushing again. I screamed out as pain coursed through me, my hands gripping Tom's as tightly as I could as I pushed as hard as I could. And then, I heard crying. My eyes shot open.

"You did it, love, you did it!" Tom laughed, making me puff out in relief as the midwife raised our baby for me to see.

"Congratulations, mummy and daddy, you have a beautiful baby girl." The midwife smiled. My eyes widened, my heart instantly filling with love at the sight and sound of our daughter as she was carried away.

"Oh my god." I choked, tears immediately leaving my eyes.

"We have a daughter, sweetheart. I told you that it was a girl." Tom chuckled as he kissed my head.

"So, next time, we can have a boy instead." I smiled as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Deal." He nodded, making my smile widen as I looked forward again. My smile dipped, my gaze focused solely on her as the midwife walked towards us with her cradled in a blanket.

"You want to hold your daughter?" She smiled. I nodded and bit my lip, the little baby fussing and whining quietly as she was placed into my arms. I choked at the sight of her, my entire being filled with love and happiness as I stared at the simply perfect baby that was cradled in my arms.

"Oh, love...she's gorgeous." Tom choked as he gently stroked her tiny hand with his thumb and forefinger.

"She really is. She has the famous Holland curls already." I chuckled through the tears as I looked at her head of already hazel curls.

"I've only ever dealt with that hair on boys, I don't know how to control it with a girl." He smiled, making me laugh and look at him.

"We can figure it out together. We can figure it all out together." I reassured with a nod.

"Yeah, we can." He smiled before leaning down and gently kissing me. I returned it and held his face, my heart and mind in complete bliss for the first time in a long time as I kissed Tom and held our daughter. I still couldn't believe that this crazy journey had started with Tom telling me that he no longer loved me, and had somehow ended with us being back in love and being parents for the most beautiful girl in the world, but I would be thankful for the outcome every day of my life. I broke the kiss, making Tom give me a small smile as I looked at our baby again. I sighed and rested my head against his shoulder, my boyfriend gently kissing my head as we continued to just admire our perfect daughter. Just like we'd admire her for the rest of our lives.