Requested by user23465310: Y/N has the baby, and her and Tom experience milestones in their lives, like the first word, when the baby walks for the first time, and their first day of primary school.

"I swear to god, Thomas Stanley Holland, if you say one more thing, I will punch you." I nodded, the hospital gown covering my body and my hands pressed against the bed as I gently swayed in order to try and deal with the pain of labour. Tom looked at me.

"Darling, I literally asked if you wanted a back rub." He chuckled.

"No, I don't want a back rub, I want this baby, YOUR baby, out of me!" I exclaimed as I looked at him.

"Sweetheart, you were only at seven centimetres half an hour ago, I don't think that there'll be much change-."

"I don't care, I'm telling you that if I don't have this baby in the next ten minutes, I am pulling them out myself." I nodded, making Tom chuckle and shake his head at me as I sat down on the bed and cupped the pregnancy bump that had been stopping me from being able to see my own feet for the last three months. After Tom and I had found out that I was pregnant seven months ago, everything had been amazing, and absolutely hectic. The pregnancy itself had been easy enough, despite the morning sickness and weird-ass cravings, but everything surrounding it had been a lot tougher. From the second that we'd announced that we were having a baby, the whole world had had a field day with the fact that we weren't married or even engaged before having gotten intentionally pregnant. Everyone seemed to have their opinions on why that was so wrong and why we'd be shit parents since we weren't married, which was only added to when we also refused to find out what the sex of the baby was. We were unmarried and having a baby that we wouldn't know the sex of until they were born. The world hated it, but we loved it. Though, I didn't love it so much now that I was into my fifteenth hour of labour, and was still only seven centimetres dilated.

"Tommy, seriously, I don't know how much more of this I can take." I choked as he sat down next to me and started to soothingly rub my back.

"I know, sweetheart, but it's going to be over soon. You went into labour fifteen hours ago, surely they're going to come soon. And when they do come, they're going to be absolutely amazing. Almost as amazing as their mum is." He smiled. I bit my lip and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes at how amazing he was. How amazing he'd been from the word 'go' in my pregnancy. But that was why I loved him.

"Thank you, Tommy. I love you, and I'm sorry for yelling." I grumbled, making him chuckle and gently kiss my head as I rested it on his shoulder.

"I understand, love, you're in a lot of pain, so it's okay. I love you too, though. And I can't wait to finally meet our baby." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as I cuddled into him.

"Come on, darling, one more push and then they'll be here, you've got this, come on." Tom encouraged, my boyfriend's body behind me on the bed as I lay in between his legs and rested my back against his chest.

"I can't, it hurts, I need to stop, please." I cried and shook my head, my hair sticking to my face from the sweat that had come with pushing.

"Miss Y/L/N, I promise you that you're going to want to push, one more and your baby is here, I promise you." The midwife nodded.

"You hear that, love? You're so close, you've done so well and you're in the final stretch now. You can do this, I'm so proud of you but you need to finish now, okay?" Tom cooed as he ran his hands through my hair. I gulped harshly and nodded, making the midwife return it as I started to push again. I squeezed my eyes shut, a loud cry leaving my lips as I rested my head against Tom's shoulder.

"That's it, sweetheart, that's so good-." He stopped talking as the sound of a baby's cry rang out into the room. My eyes fluttered open, a choke leaving my lips as I looked down at the midwife. She smiled at me as she held up our baby, making my eyes waver as I saw them.

"Oh my god." Tom choked.

"Congratulations, Mr Holland and Miss Y/L/N. You're the parents of a very healthy and beautiful baby girl." She smiled. My eyes wavered again as my mouth hung open, tears immediately starting to leave them as the midwife gently cleaned our baby up before wrapping her in a yellow blanket and hat.

"Here you go, mum. Congratulations." The midwife smiled as she gently placed our baby into my arms. I bit my lip as I looked at her, tears running down my skin as I stared at the perfect little face that I had fallen in love with instantly. Her eyes were closed, meaning that we couldn't see whose eyes she had, but I could tell already from the few wisps of hair on her head that she had the famous Holland curls.

"Darling, she's perfect, absolutely perfect." Tom choked and shook his head, his arms wrapping around me to hold me and rest his hands on her head and feet as he looked over my shoulder at her.

"She really is. Our perfect little girl." I whispered, Tom smiling and kissing my head as we continued to stare at our daughter who we had patiently waited nine months for. And now, she was finally here.

I sat in the kitchen, a smile on my lips and my mouth making babbling noises at Olivia as the eleven-month-old girl sat in her high chair next to the kitchen table.

"Come on, babe, eat the mushy carrots that mummy bought specifically because you loved them last week, but apparently now can't stand them." I cooed and shook my head, making her squeal and stick her fist into her mouth. Suddenly, Tom rushed into the kitchen.

"I am in so much trouble, I am so very late, I was meant to be on set an hour ago, I'm lucky that Jon loves me." He gulped as he rushed around to grab his stuff as he shrugged his jacket on.

"It's not like you to be late, Tommy, what happened?" I chuckled as I continued trying to get Olivia to eat the food.

"It's the first of April, so Zendaya and Jacob thought that it would be hilarious as an April Fool's prank to tell me that we weren't starting filming today until nine. Guess who just got a very angry phone call from Jon asking why I wasn't in at seven-thirty to get into make-up and stuff?" He sighed.

"Okay, I'm sorry, Tommy, but that was a very good prank, and you deserve to be late if you fell for that!" I laughed and shook my head.

"Thank you for the support, love of my life and mother of my child." He smiled, making me chuckle as he kissed Olivia's head before kissing mine.

"I love you both, and I'll see you at dinner!" He called as he rushed out of the kitchen.

"Dadda!" Olivia squealed as she moved her fist out of her mouth and pointed at the door that Tom had just gone through. My eyes widened and my head shot up to look at her.

"Tom, stop!" I yelled as I stood up and rushed to Olivia's high chair.

"Love, what, I really need to go." He puffed out as he appeared back at the kitchen door.

"She just spoke, she just spoke and she said 'dadda' too." I choked as I looked at her. Tom's eyes widened slightly.

"What? Are you sure? Are you sure that she wasn't just babbling or something?" He scoffed.

"No, I know her babbles, she said the word, Tom, she said it. Olivia, who's that, who's at the door?" I cooed and pointed to Tom as I tried to get her to say it again. He gulped and looked at her, a slight glint of hope in his eyes at the idea that I was right.

"Dadda." She spoke. Tom's eyes widened, my lips curling into a wide smile as she said the word.

"Oh my god...Oh my god! She just said her first word! Our daughter is speaking, and I was her first word!" Tom laughed excitedly as he rushed to her and picked her up out of the high chair, making her squeal and giggle.

"Liv, I'm so very proud of you, my angel, but we're going to have a talk about how your first word was 'dadda' and not 'mama'. You know, the parent who stays home all day to look after you." I smiled sarcastically.

"Try not to be too jealous, sweetheart. She spoke! This is amazing, I'm so proud of you, darling!" Tom smiled as he peppered kisses on her cheek.

"It really is, Tommy! Our daughter just said her first word, and we were both here to hear it! How amazing is that!" I laughed, making him return it and pull me into his body as he continued to kiss Olivia's cheek.

Tom and I sat on the sofa, my body cuddled into his arms and Olivia sitting on the floor as we watched a movie. I smiled and bit my lip to myself as the one-and-a-half year old stood herself up, her tiny hands gripping the side of the coffee table for support as she stood. That wasn't unusual, our daughter had been pulling herself up and standing by herself for a few weeks now. It was what happened next that was exciting. My eyebrows furrowed, Tom's eyes also now on our daughter as she started to let go of the table.

"Oh my god, is she...Liv, what are you doing?" He mumbled as he leant forward on the sofa so that he could quickly move to catch her if she were to fall down. We both watched, my eyes widening and my heart leaping in happiness as she slowly but surely took a step before gripping the table again.

"Oh my god, Tom, is she trying to walk?" I choked as he stood up and headed to stand a few metres away from her.

"I think so. You go over there and see if she can walk from you to me." He nodded. I returned it and stood up, my mind racing at the idea of our precious little girl finally passing another life milestone as I walked to her.

"Hello, my beautiful girl. Are you going to walk to daddy?" I smiled at her, making her continue to babble as I gently picked her up and got her away from the table before putting her back down so that she was standing up. Her tiny fists gripped my fingers, me holding her hands allowing her to stand up just in front of me as I looked at Tom.

"You ready, Tommy?" I checked.

"I've been ready since she was born. Come to daddy, Olivia, that's my good girl." He smiled as he got down on his knees and outstretched his arms to encourage her. It worked, our little girl letting go of my fingers and starting to waddle towards Tom with slightly uneven steps. I watched her with my lip in between my teeth, a tear leaving my eye at how much she'd grown up in seemingly the blink of an eye. It felt like just yesterday that I had found out about the pregnancy, and now she was walking and had been talking for a few months now. It was all going by too fast.

"Come on, that's it, good girl." Tom cooed as she slowly but surely waddled towards him. Massive smiles curled onto both of our faces as she got to him, our daughter falling into my boyfriend's arms as she reached him.

"You did it! Well done, Liv, we're so proud of you!" He beamed, making her squeal and laugh as he picked her up and raised her above his head as he smiled at her before lowering her back down into the safety of his arms.

"She just walked, Tom, she actually just walked." I smiled and shook my head, tears leaving both of our eyes as I cupped her head and kissed it as Tom gave her his finger to hold.

"I know, I'm so proud of her. But the time is going so fast. Too fast." He nodded as he looked at me. My eyes wavered.

"I was literally just thinking the same thing. Would it really be so bad if we did it all again? Because I always miss the feeling of being pregnant with her, and in two months, we'll miss what it felt like when she had to have us on either side to catch her when she walks, because she'll be able to walk by herself. So, would it be so bad if we did it again? Went back to the beginning?" I asked. He shook his head and bit his lip, making me smile as tears ran down our faces.

"No. No, it wouldn't be." He shook his head, making me bite my lip as he kissed my head before we both looked back at Olivia.

"Ten minutes, you two! That's how long we have before we risk being late, and we cannot be late today!" I yelled, shoving the final bits of Olivia's stuff into her backpack as I stood in the kitchen. I sighed and looked up as I got no response.

"Hello? Anyone?" I called out. Nothing. I playfully rolled my eyes at the lack of my boyfriend and daughter's response as I left the kitchen and headed along the hallway to mine and Tom's bedroom.

"Stay still, Liv, I promise that I know what I'm doing." I heard Tom chuckle, making me smile and bite my lip as I got to the open door to see Olivia sitting at my make-up table as Tom stood behind her and attempted to do our four-year-old daughter's hair for her first day of school.

"I am staying still, daddy, but it still hurts." She huffed, making Tom chuckle and look at me as I smiled at how cute our daughter was being. The last couple of years had been relatively quiet for Tom and I, as quiet as they could be when one of us was famous and so was away a lot, and when we had a small child. Unfortunately, after our initial discussion about having another baby that we'd had when Olivia had first started to walk, there had been no more discussion after that. As it normally did, life had gotten in the way, Olivia growing up and Tom's career continuing to skyrocket meaning that we just didn't have time for another baby right now. And so, we'd enjoy the one that we had, and who was still relatively young.

"I'm only brushing it, darling, so if it still hurts, it's because you're fidgeting too much, even when daddy told you to stay still." He chuckled as he finished brushing her hair before grabbing two bobbles.

"Very brave of you to let daddy do your hair, sweetheart." I returned Tom's chuckle as I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist as I watched him do her hair.

"Excuse me, love, do you remember that livestream that I did cutting Harry's hair? Which I nailed, I might add?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, ten years ago, and don't flatter yourself too much, tying your daughter's hair into bunches is significantly easier than shaving your brother's hair." I teased.

"Is that true, daddy? Did you really give Uncle Harry a haircut?" Olivia giggled.

"I did, love, in front of millions of people too. Don't listen to mummy, your hair is lovely and has no knots or anything in it. It's perfect for your first day of school." He smiled triumphantly to himself as he finished tying the hair bobble around the second bunch.

"To be fair, I couldn't have done a better job myself." I chuckled as I gently pulled at the bunches to tighten them up before kissing Olivia's head.

"Mummy is right that we need to go, though, you can't be late for your first day of school." Tom nodded as Olivia hopped down from my table and rushed out of the room.

"Hold up, you're not going anywhere for a second." Tom chuckled, making my eyebrows raise in surprise as he gently grabbed my biceps and stopped me from moving. He gave me a small smile as he moved his hands down my arms to take my hands instead.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart? I know that you've been dreading this day." He nodded. I scoffed and shrugged as I desperately tried not to cry.

"Our baby is starting primary school. And I know that this is big for you too, of course it is, but I've looked after her every day since she was born. I took her to work, I did the most random stuff with her, I've not let her out of my sight in four years. So, to pass that responsibility, that time onto the school, it's...it's breaking me a little bit." I whispered. Tom sighed and gave me a small smile, something in the way that he was looking at me telling me that he wanted to say something, but was holding back for some reason.

"I know that it's hard to let go of that, darling, but it's going to be okay. This is a good day for her, yeah?" He reassured me with a gentle smile. I playfully rolled my eyes and nodded.

"I know. I know, it's amazing." I chuckled. He returned it and gave me a sympathetic look.

"Come on, we better go." He spoke as he gently pecked my lips before taking my hand and pulling me out of our bedroom.

"Okay, so you've got juice boxes, you've got lunch, you've got your pencil case and you've got a notebook. Anything that you need from the teacher, just remember to ask." Tom nodded, him on his knees in front of Olivia as we stood in the school playground next to Harrison and his son, Jamie, who was also starting school in Olivia's class today.

"It'll be good, daddy!" She squealed in excitement, making me bite my lip and try not to cry at the feeling of my daughter slipping away. I knew that it was only primary school, but it was still big. Just like when she had started talking and walking, all of the memories of being pregnant with her and holding her for the first time flooded back as if they were yesterday and not four years ago. It had been five years since I was pregnant and four years since I'd held her for the first time. I wanted nothing more than to get that back, the problem was bringing it up to Tom again after all of this time. I had no idea if he would think that we were ready, or even if he still wanted another baby. I didn't know at all. Tom sighed and gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, it will be, sweetheart. Give daddy a hug." He nodded as he opened his arms. She walked into them, my boyfriend and daughter hugging as she rested her head against his shoulder. She pulled away and looked at me.

"Mummy." She smiled as she extended her arms again. I gave her a small smile, tears streaming down my face as I got onto my knees and tightly hugged her.

"You're going to have such a good day, baby. You're going to make loads of new friends, your teachers are going to be lovely, you're going to do loads of fun stuff and daddy and I will be right here at the end of the day to pick you up." I sniffed as I held her close and stroked her hair.

"I know, mummy." She smiled as she pulled away. I choked and looked at her, my baby girl now looking so grown up as I cupped her cheek.

"Alright, parents, time for you to go, we'll see you at home time." A teacher smiled as she walked out. I looked up, another choke leaving my lips as the words that meant that I had to let her go rang out.

"Go on, you two, look after each other." Harrison smiled as Olivia took Jamie's hand.

"Bye, mummy! Bye, daddy!" Olivia squealed as her and Jamie started to run towards the school doors.

"Bye, sweetheart! We love you!" Tom called after her.

"We love you so much!" I choked, making Tom sigh and look at me as he pulled me into his side.

"How are you holding up?" He asked softly. I scoffed and looked at him with wet eyes, making him chuckle and pull me into a hug.

"It's okay, darling, it's alright." He soothed, his hands gently rubbing up and down my back as I held onto him for dear life.

"No, it's not, Tommy. My baby is gone. I blinked and suddenly, my baby is four and in school, and then I'll blink again and she'll be sixteen and have her first boyfriend." I cried into his shoulder. He sighed and pulled away slightly but only enough to see my face as his hands rubbed soft circles on my waist.

"You remember that conversation that we had when Liv first walked? About starting over? How about we actually do it?" He nodded. My eyes widened, a choke leaving my lips at his words.

"Y-you mean that? You want another baby?" I gulped.

"Yeah, I do, love. I know that life got hectic last time and stopped us from actually doing it, but now Liv is officially in school, my schedules are less mad and more lenient now that I have a child, it's the perfect time. Let's have another baby." He nodded. I returned it and smiled through my tears, making Tom chuckle as I took his face and gently kissed him. He returned the kiss, his hands gently pulling my waist into him as I pressed my lips to his. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"I love you, Tommy. So fucking much." I whispered and shook my head.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I love you, I love Olivia, and I'll love our next baby from the second that you get pregnant with them." He smiled, making me return it and kiss him again, my heart and mind so full of happiness at the idea that hopefully in nine months, we'd be doing it all again.