Requested by _miedelas: Y/N is pregnant, and Tom has to leave to shoot a movie, so she's living alone. One night, they're video-calling when Y/N sees a woman in Tom's trailer. This makes her jealous and that added to the pregnancy hormones leads to her crying every night, but Tom doesn't know. Harry and Nicki do, and are worried about Y/N and the baby, and so they tell Tom how upset she is. He explains who the woman is and why she was in his trailer, but doesn't want Y/N to feel upset or insecure, so goes home to be with her.

I chewed nervously on my nail, my arms crossed over my chest and tears pricking my eyes as I watched Tom pack the suitcase that was open on our bed. I was desperately trying not to cry at the fact that my former boyfriend of three years turned fiancé of six months was leaving to go shoot another movie, the feelings not being helped by the hormones that accompanied me being four months' pregnant.

"Alright...I think that that's everything." Tom mumbled to himself as he zipped the suitcase up before standing up straight and looking at me. I nodded and bit my lip, making him sigh and turn his body to face me.

"You know, sweetheart, it's okay to admit that you don't want me to go. I'd take it as a compliment, if anything." He chuckled in a clear attempt to cheer me up as he started to soothingly rub my arms up and down with his hands. I returned the chuckle and forced myself to give him a small smile.

"I never want you to go, Tommy, but as always, I understand why you have to, and it's okay. I'm only this emotional because I'm pregnant, that's all it is." I sniffed and shook my head as I raised my finger to wipe away the tear that had slipped out.

"Don't lie, darling, both of us know that you're always this emotional when I leave." He teased gently.

"True." I nodded, making him smirk and shake his head as he leant down and wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug. I returned it and sighed, my heart going numb at the thought of once again being without Tom for the best part of the next six months. Tom and I had been together for a total of three and a half years, and had spent six of those months engaged. This meant that I was very used to being away from Tom, as I also had a job, and so most of the time couldn't go with him to America when he had to work. But this time was...different. I had found out a month ago that I was three months' pregnant, and whilst both of us had been over the moon at the fact that we were having a baby, it had thrown a major spanner in the works. As excited as we were to be welcoming our child into the world in just five months, this pregnancy hadn't been planned, as Tom and I had wanted to wait for another few years, for when we were married and for when Tom wanted to take a break from acting to be a stay-at-home dad. So, the two lines on the pink and white stick had left us incredibly happy, but also scrambling to sort everything out and figure out what we were doing before he had to go back to the States to film the third 'Spider-Man' movie. And well, today was that day.

"I'll call you every day, love, you know that my family is just five minutes away if you need anything, keep me updated on all of the scans, and for the love of god, if anything is ever wrong with the baby, tell me and I'll be on the first flight home." He mumbled into my hair.

"Tommy, no, you can't afford to come back just like that." I sighed.

"I don't care, love. You know that Jon is reasonable, if I have to come back for you and the baby, I will." He stated as he pulled away but only to look at me. I nodded and bit my lip, his lips curling into a small smile as his eyes flicked over my face.

"I'm going to miss you so much, beautiful. And I'm going to miss little baby Holland too." He smiled, making me chuckle and shake my head as he gently pressed his open palm to my slowly but surely growing bump.

"We'll miss you too, Tommy." I whispered. He sighed and gave me another small smile, my fiancé's eyes also becoming glassy with tears as he leant down and gently pressed our lips together. I returned it and desperately tried not to think about the fact that this would be the last time that I'd kiss him in months, but inevitably that was where my mind always dragged itself to. Tom broke the kiss after a moment and gently pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you so much, darling. I'll be back before you know it." He promised quietly.

"I love you so much too. And god, I hope so." I replied. He chuckled and gave me a small smile, making me return it as he pecked my lips again before pulling away and grabbing his suitcase. He lifted it off of the bed and started to walk through the house with it, me following after him as we walked downstairs and to the front door. He opened it, tears rolling down my face as I watched my fiancé and love of my life shrug his jacket on before he turned back to me.

"I love you." He gave me a goofy smile, making me chuckle and shake my head.

"Love you too, Tommy. Let me know when you're at the apartment safely." I nodded.

"Will do, sweetheart. See you soon." He returned before wheeling his bag out and shutting the door behind him. I puffed out, tears silently streaming from my eyes as the familiar empty feeling started to sink in. The familiar empty feeling that I always got when Tom left and I was in our house alone, which was made worse now by the fact that he was not only my fiancé anymore, but was also the father of my child. But he loved his work and I loved it too, so I would support him endlessly in it. Even if that meant that I had to live without him for a bit.

I lay on the sofa in our living room, my eyes absentmindedly on the TV as I watched whatever shitty nighttime movie I had put on. It had been a week since Tom had left for LA, and I had to admit that it hadn't been too bad. Of course I'd had the usual feelings of missing him, like when I'd roll over in the middle of the night and go to put my arm around his waist, only for the limb to collide with the sheets instead, or when I'd ask for a foot rub whilst watching TV, only to realise that I was alone. But in terms of the addition of the pregnancy hormones, it had been bearable. Tom's family, especially Nicki and Harry, had been amazing in helping me through Tom being gone, even after only a week. Harry would regularly bring over food that Sam had cooked for me, and Nicki would invite me over randomly for an alcohol-free spa day and girls' night. It really reassured me to know that they were still there for me in Tom's absence, even if they didn't quite make me as happy as Tom would. I snapped out of my thoughts as I felt my phone buzz against the sofa cushion. I looked down at it, my eyes widening as Tom's face and name came up on the screen as part of the Face-time request. I quickly grabbed the phone and clicked 'accept', my heart already racing at the excitement of being able to talk to him. After a second, his beautiful smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Love, hey!" He laughed through the phone.

"Tommy! Oh my god, it's so good to see you, I've missed you so much already." I sighed.

"I know, darling, I've missed you so much already too. I miss little baby Holland as well, I miss being able to feel them moving when I put my arm over your stomach." He chuckled.

"You should feel them now. They've only just started to grow, but they're already moving all of the time, it's like a party in my uterus." I smiled.

"That's what I like to hear, love, means that our baby is healthy. How are you holding up?" He asked. I shrugged and bit my lip, my spare hand resting underneath my head as a cushion as I stared at my gorgeous fiancé through my phone.

"I'm okay. Missing you as always, of course, but Harry and your mum have been really great with that, so it's not been as bad as I was expecting. What about you? How's the movie going?" I asked.

"It's going well, yeah! We're right on schedule, and Zendaya and Jacob are good, so we're all good here." He chuckled and nodded.

"I'm glad-." I stopped speaking as something caught my eye. My eyebrows furrowed, my heart jumping in my chest as behind Tom, I could see a woman who I didn't recognise casually walking around in his trailer, obviously feeling at home as she took stuff out of the cupboards. My eyes wavered and I swallowed thickly, the worst possible scenarios flooding into my head as I saw the absolutely stunning and stick-thin woman that was in my fiancé's trailer. And who he hadn't even mentioned, suggesting that maybe, I wasn't supposed to have seen her.

"U-Um, Tom, I-I don't feel so good, morning sickness is still bad, so I'm going to go." I nodded as I sat up, my entire being suddenly feeling sick and the want to talk to him disappearing at the presence of whoever the woman was. My fiancé's eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh okay, love, don't forget to call my mum if you need anything. Love you-."

"Love you too." I returned before quickly hanging up. I harshly bit my lip, nothing but jealousy and anger starting to bubble up inside of me as I put my phone down on the coffee table before lying back down. I choked and shook my head, tears starting to roll down my face as I lay there and thought about what I'd just seen. The goddess of a woman that I had just seen. She had been tall and thin, with long, blonde flowing hair and a body to die for, whereas I'd be gaining weight in the coming months because of the pregnancy, and so would grow less appealing by the day. Of course the rational side of me knew that Tom didn't care about my size or what I looked like, let alone the fact that he would never cheat on me, but my pregnancy hormones had fully taken over by now, and so him cheating was the only situation that I could think about. Even if it wasn't true. I choked and shook my head as I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face into the sofa cushion, my entire body wanting to be swallowed up by the floor as I continued to sob and think about Tom with that woman. Whoever the fuck she was.

~One week later~

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat in his trailer, a highlighter in his hand and his eyes scanning over the pages of his script as he learned his lines for the scene that they were doing that afternoon. He bit his lip and looked at his phone, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he still had no texts or calls from Y/N. It had been a few days since she'd either contacted him, or had picked up any of his attempts to contact her, and he had to say that he was worried about her. He'd asked his mum, who had reassured him that Y/N and the baby were fine, which left Tom with no answers as to why she wasn't picking up. But as long as her and the baby were alive and healthy, that was all that mattered right now. His eyes darted to his phone as it started buzzing, his heart jumping in hope. He sighed and the hope melted away as it showed Harry's name. Tom shook his head before picking the phone up and pressing the green button before holding it to his ear.

"Hey, mate, you alright?" Tom greeted as he continued to read over his script.

"Hey, Tom, do you have five minutes?" His brother asked.

"Yeah, why? Is everything okay?" He asked. Harry sighed, making Tom's eyes flick away from the script. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Harry, what is it?" Tom pushed.

"I don't want you to worry, because Y/N and the baby are absolutely fine, but...well...Y/N's been pretty upset for the last week." Harry admitted. Tom sighed, his heart relaxing slightly at the words.

"It's fine, mate, it's awful that she gets so upset and misses me so much, but that's normal for her-."

"She's upset because she saw a woman in your trailer." He cut him off. Tom's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He scoffed as he sat up properly on the sofa.

"She said that you guys Face-timed last Saturday, and that you were just talking when she saw a woman who she didn't recognise pottering around your trailer so casually in the background. She took you not acknowledging this woman's presence or anything as her not having meant to see the woman, and therefore, you...well..." Harry sighed. Tom's eyes widened, his heart harshly jumping in anxiety as he realised what his brother was saying. And who his fiancé thought that the woman was to him. 

"Oh my god, she thinks that I'm having an affair?!" Tom exclaimed as he shot up to his feet.

"Look, mum and I have talked to her a lot over the last few days, and when she's thinking rationally, she knows that it isn't like that. But then the pregnancy hormones kick in, she starts crying, and as soon as that happens, the only logical explanation to her is that you're cheating. Don't get me wrong, mum and I know that you're not, and so does Y/N, but then she gets emotional." Harry explained. Tom sighed and shook his head as he held a hand to his curls. He knew that Y/N would never genuinely believe that he would cheat on her, but he also knew that she was currently flooded with hormones, and he obviously didn't want that to stop because otherwise that would affect their baby. And so, it looked like he had to ride this out, and make it right.

"Fuck, how upset is she?" He gulped.

"She's been crying herself to sleep every night apparently, she's getting so bad that mum and I are getting worried about her and the baby. Like I said, she's really not been great the last few days. I do have to ask as well who this woman actually is, because I don't know anyone matching the description that Y/N gave us." Harry scoffed.

"Jon hired me a new makeup and hair artist to work alongside Rachel for the movie. She's called Francesca, that'll be who Y/N saw. Fuck, I should have introduced her, I shouldn't have let Y/N be so upset for so long." He gulped.

"Mate, don't worry, neither of you are to blame here. You've forgotten to introduce someone, and Y/N is hormonal, it's simply a case of miscommunication and misunderstanding. Albeit a bad one." Harry spoke, making Tom roll his eyes at his brother.

"Right. Tell mum that I'll see you guys tomorrow." He nodded as he rushed into the bedroom of his trailer and grabbed his suitcase before throwing it onto the bed.

"Wait, what?! You can't come home now, you're in the middle of filming-."

"Harry, I'm not going to let my pregnant fiancé believe that I'm cheating on her, no fucking way. See you in twelve hours." Tom mumbled before hanging up the phone and starting to shove his clothes into the bag.

Y/N's P.O.V

I lay on my side in bed, my heart numb as I silently cried into my pillow. It had been a week since I had seen the woman in Tom's trailer, and I had felt like shit ever since. Whenever I was with Nicki and Harry, they'd bring out the rational side of me that knew that Tom would never even dream of cheating on me. But then I'd go home, the hormones would kick in again, and I'd spend another night crying myself to sleep, and convincing myself that my baby would be raised by a single mum because their dad had cheated. I fucking hated life right now. I looked up as I heard a knock on the front door. My eyebrows furrowed, my mind filling with confusion as I wasn't expecting anyone. Not even Nicki and Harry. I grumbled to myself as I stood from the bed and started to head out. I slumped down the stairs and to the door before twisting the knob and opening it. Then, everything stopped. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as Tom sheepishly looked at me, his hands in his leather jacket pockets as he gave me an unsure smile.

"Hey, love. You okay?" He asked slowly. I gulped harshly and looked at him, tears pricking my eyes as I tried to figure out what he was doing home.

"I-what-um-I...what are you doing home? You don't get a break for another month." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Can we talk, darling?" He asked.

"Yeah, c-course." I nodded, my mind desperately scrambling to find an answer as we moved into the house and Tom shut the door behind us. We moved into the living room and sat down on the sofa before Tom took my hands into his and looked at me.

"So, Harry called me last night. He told me that you've been really upset over the last week...because you saw a woman in my trailer." He stated. My eyes widened, my heart leaping in my chest at his words. Was this why Tom had come home? To tell me that he was leaving me for whoever she was? That he no longer loved me and never wanted to see me or our baby again? My mind was racing so much that it hurt, and I hated it.

"H-he told you that? He shouldn't have told you that." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Well, I'm glad that he did, love, because I know that it really upset you, and of course I needed you to know that I wasn't cheating on you." He sighed. I returned it, a tear leaving my eye as I looked at him.

"Who is she, then?" I asked quietly. He sighed again and gave me a small smile as he raised his thumb to wipe away the tear that had escaped.

"She's called Francesca, she's a makeup and hair artist. Jon hired her to work alongside Rachel for my hair and makeup during the movie. You've never seen her before because she's new to the set, and it just didn't occur to me to introduce you guys when she was in the background." He explained. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, overwhelming feelings of embarrassment and guilt washing over me as I looked down. Embarrassment that my first thought at seeing Tom with another woman being that he'd cheated, and guilt over the fact that he had ended up coming home because of it. God, I felt awful.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry." I choked and shook my head as I raised my hands to cover my face.

"Hey, shh, come on, sweetheart, it's okay." Tom gently cooed as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body. I sobbed into my hands and let my fiancé cradle my body, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down my back, and through my hair as he comforted me.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy. I know that you'd never cheat on me, I'm so sorry, I feel awful." I sobbed.

"It's okay, darling, it's alright, you've got nothing to feel awful for. Harry told me that when hormones weren't involved, you were very well aware of the fact that I wouldn't cheat on you. I know that it was the hormones making you think that, it's okay. But the hormones were wrong. I'd rather die than cheat on you." He shook his head.

"I know, because you're amazing, and kind, and generous, and loyal, and I'm just a stupid hormonal woman who lets her baby convince her that their own father is cheating." I choked.

"Hey, hey, that isn't true, my love." He chuckled and shook his head as he pulled away but only enough to look at me. I sniffed and bit my lip as his eyes flicked over my face.

"You're hormonal, sure, but you're definitely not stupid. You're feeling every single emotion ten times a day, and you saw an unknown woman in my trailer, of course you got suspicious. But I promise you that I'd never do that. You know that I wouldn't." He reassured me with a shake of his head.

"I know. Because you love me." I pouted.

"Exactly, because I love you." He chuckled, making me smile as he leant down and gently kissed me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand holding his cheek as we kissed. It had only been two weeks and already, I had been desperately missing intimate moments like these with Tom and so it felt amazing to have them back, even if that would only be for a couple of days.

"I love you, Tommy. And I'm so sorry that I thought that of you." I mumbled as I broke the kiss and cuddled my head against his chest.

"I love you too, darling. And you have nothing to apologise for, it's completely okay. It'll always be okay." He reassured, my eyelids fluttering as his fingers gently combed through my hair. We continued to cuddle on the sofa for what felt like a lifetime, but of course it would never be enough. But all that I was focused on right now was that Tom was home for the next few days, and as always, that meant the world to me. Just like it always would.