Requested by causeiseeyoutrying: Y/N is pregnant and is due in three weeks, but her and Tom end up getting into a fight, so he goes to his parents' house. Whilst he's gone, Y/N goes into early labour and desperately tries to reach him, but Tom doesn't pick up. She ends up giving birth with no one to support her. She tells Zendaya and she tells Tom, so he has to beg for Y/N's forgiveness.

I lay on the sofa, my eyes on the TV and my hands rested against my eight-month-pregnant bump as I waited for Tom to get home. As if on cue, I heard the front door open. But instead of my husband's usual greeting of 'I'm home, love' or something along those lines, instead I just heard what sounded like him stumbling over something.

"For fucks' sake." he mumbled, making me sigh and shake my head as I figured that he'd stumbled over a pair of shoes. He walked into the living room, making me look at him.

"Hey, Tommy." I smiled.

"Hey, darling. How's your day been? What have you been up to?" He asked, his hand leaning down to briefly cup my bump like he always did before he shrugged his jacket off.

"Nothing much, really. She's been kicking all day, and you know how much her kicking hurts." I chuckled and shrugged. He returned it hesitantly and nodded.

"Could you not have cleared the hallway a bit, though, sweetheart?" He asked. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" I chuckled, though this one was slightly nervous as I wasn't sure where he was going with his words.

"I appreciate that you're very pregnant, darling, but it would have taken two minutes for you to move shoes and stuff out of the way." He shrugged. What little smile that was still on my lips dipped at his words, my heart starting to thump more harshly in anger.

"Tom, I'm eight months' pregnant with your daughter, I'm meant to be resting as much as possible, so, no, I couldn't take two minutes to clear the hallway of stuff." I scoffed and shook my head.

"I'm just saying, love, I'm not asking for a lot, especially when I've come home from a day's work to find it like that. I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm just saying." He sighed as he headed towards the kitchen.

"You may not be trying to be a dick, but you are being a dick." I mumbled. But he still heard. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me.

"What was that?" He scoffed.

"I said that you're being a dick, Tom." I spat as I sat up and eased myself up to stand and look at him.

"How am I being a dick?! Y/N, I've been filming since six this morning, I've been on-set all fucking day, so I really don't think that it's too much to ask of my wife that she spends two minutes cleaning up, especially when she's been home all day!" He exclaimed as he threw his arms up in exacerbation.

"I'm at home all day because I'm on bed rest, because I'm giving birth to YOUR baby in three weeks! I'm not sitting around on my arse all day for fun, Tom, I've not called in sick for work because I feel like a 'me' day, I'm on maternity leave because I'm about to have a baby!" I yelled.

"It would literally take two minutes, not even that! God, why do you always do this?! Turn the stupidest little shit into a massive fight!" He shouted back.

"I wasn't the one who started this, Tom, I'd done fuck all!" I returned as tears started to prick my eyes.

"Exactly! You've done fuck all! Which is why I'm pissed off that I've come home to a fucking messy house!" He yelled. I choked and shook my head, tears starting to leave my eyes as I protectively rested a hand on my bump. Tom and I had been together for seven years and married for three, and one of the things that I loved about our relationship was that we barely ever fought. Not because we kept any issues bottled up inside or anything, but because we genuinely loved each other so much and clicked so well that we rarely had stuff to fight about. The other side of that, though, was that when we did fight, it was bad. And so at eight months and one week pregnant, I didn't want to be having any fights with him given that our daughter could now come at any second. But it was too late tonight. Tom sighed and looked down, making me bite my lip as tears rolled down my face.

"I, um...I think that I'm going to go to my parents' tonight. I'm sorry, love, but I don't want to be here right now." He mumbled and shook his head as he played with his fingers and wedding ring.

"I don't want you here either right now, so that's fine." I scoffed and shook my head. He sighed and looked back up at me, making me gulp as he grabbed his jacket again.

"See you later, darling." He muttered, making me choke and harshly bite my lip as he walked past me and still gently cupped my bump on his way out. I stayed there as I heard the door open and then close, tears starting to leave my eyes as the stupidity of our fight sunk in.

I sat on the sofa, tears still running down my face as I rested my head against my hand propped up against the armrest of the sofa. It had been a couple of hours since Tom had left for his parents' house, and I'd heard nothing since. Though, I hadn't tried to contact him either, so he wasn't the only one not trying. I groaned and shifted slightly in my seat, another slight stomachache washing over me as I fidgeted. Weirdly since Tom had left, I'd been feeling slight pains in my stomach, nothing particularly regular, but still annoying. The issue was that I couldn't figure out what they were, as I'd never experienced stomach aches like this before. And then suddenly, it all made sense. My eyes widened, my mouth hanging open as I suddenly felt a whoosh of liquid leave my vagina and soak the seat that I was on. My heart jumped in my chest as I looked down at my now soaked shorts.

"Oh, fuck, fuck." I gulped, my heart already starting to race as I realised that my water had broken, and that the stomach aches must have been contractions. Fuck. I gulped harshly and eased myself forward to pick up my phone, my hands shakily unlocking it and scrolling along to Tom's number. I clicked on it and held the phone to my ear.

"Hey, you've reached Tom Holland, I'm sorry that I can't get to the phone right now, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks." I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, my hand holding my bump as I got sent straight to voicemail. Implying that my asshole husband had declined my call.

"Tom, it's me, my water broke, I'm in labour, pick up your phone, please." I gulped before hanging up and dialling again. I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as I once again got sent to voicemail as a stronger contraction than before hit me. This baby was coming, and she was coming now.

"Tom, I need you to pick up your phone right fucking now, I know that you're mad at me but she's coming, Tom, I'm in labour right now and I'm already having close contractions, I need you to pick up, please." I cried in pain as I gripped my bump. I groaned and hung up, it being clear that Tom was ignoring me. And so I'd have to get to the hospital myself.

"Okay, you've got this, Y/N, you don't need your baby daddy, it's okay, you got this." I shook my head and talked to myself, my lips taking deep breaths as I waddled to our bedroom to grab the hospital bag that we'd luckily thought ahead to pack way before my due date. I hissed and gripped the doorway, my eyes squeezed shut as another contraction started.

"Fuck." I winced, my heart racing at how quickly they were already coming. At this rate, I'd be lucky to make it to the hospital before I gave birth, let alone to tell Tom that it was happening in time. The idea of which broke my fucking heart, but I had to prepare myself for the possibility that he wouldn't pick up in time for me to tell him. I grabbed the bag and waddled through the house again as I tried him once more, the call once again going straight to voicemail.

"Tom, I'm going to the hospital, because she's coming fast. Please, for the love of god, listen to these voicemails and be there. Please, I don't you to miss the birth of our first child because of a fucking stupid fight, and I will never forgive you if you do. Just fucking pick up your calls, damn you." I choked before hanging up and opening the front door before waddling out.

I sat in the hospital bed, my eyes glued to the sleeping baby girl in my arms. I bit my lip and tried not to cry because of how perfect she was, but also the fact that Tom had missed her birth. My heart was breaking at the fact, both for him and anger at him. After all, he'd never get that moment back, he'd now permanently missed our child's birth, and all because he'd refused to pick up a single fucking call that I'd tried to contact him with. And now, he'd missed one of the most important moments of our life together. I looked up as the door opened, a smile curling onto my lips as the only person who had actually picked up the phone walked in.

"Y/N, oh my god, hi!" Zendaya squealed, making me smile at her as she shut the door before rushing into the room.

"Meet Lila Nicola Holland." I nodded as she sat down on my bed next to me and looked at my and Tom's baby.

"Oh, Y/N, she's just perfect. She's already got the Holland curls, huh." She smiled, making me chuckle and nod as we looked at her.

"Where's everyone else, by the way? I was expecting Tom, his family and Haz, so where are they all?" She chuckled as she looked around the room. I sighed and looked at her.

"You're going to want to kill Tom. And I know that because I really want to kill him." I nodded. Her smile started to dip.

"What happened? Why isn't he or his family here?" She scoffed.

"He got home from the set, and we fought, so he ended up leaving for his parents. I went into labour shortly after and have called him a thousand times, but he never picked up. For some reason, his family and Harrison aren't picking up, either. So, well...none of them know that I've had the baby. Tom doesn't know that I gave birth." I shook my head, my heart breaking and my eyes wavering at my own words. Zendaya's eyes widened.

"You're right, I am going to kill him. I cannot believe that he missed your child's birth over a fucking fight!" She exclaimed.

"I know that he didn't mean to, but I must have left him at least twenty voicemails before I had her. If he'd picked up even one, he'd have known to come here, and he wouldn't have missed it. I don't know how we move past this right now, Z." I shook my head as tears left my eyes.

"I promise, babe, that you will move past this, you can get through this. But right now, yeah, he needs to grovel at your fucking feet because he's messed up here." She nodded.

"Thank you, Z. And thank you for coming. It means a lot to me." I choked, my arm still cradling Lila as we both looked at her.

"Of course, babe. I'm just sorry that you had to give birth alone." She sighed.

"I know, Z. Me too." I nodded, making her give me a reassuring smile as she wrapped her arm around me.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat on his parents' sofa next to Harry, the boys watching TV as Tom tried to calm himself down from the fight that he'd had with Y/N. She'd blown up his phone with constant calls up until about an hour ago, but he hadn't picked any of them up. He didn't really want to talk to her right now, and so he'd wait until tomorrow and then call her back. Suddenly, his phone started to buzz again. But his eyebrows furrowed as he saw that this time, it was Zendaya, not Y/N. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Z-."

"You're a fucking dead man walking, Holland." She cut him off. His eyes widened.

"What the fuck?! What have I done?!" He exclaimed, making Harry look at him.

"Y/N gave birth to the baby. You missed it." She admitted. Tom's eyes widened further, and he sat forward, his heart plummeting to his feet at her words. He felt utterly sick just at the idea of missing his daughter's birth, all feeling leaving his body as he held the phone.

"What are you talking about? I can't have missed it." He gulped.

"Y/N went into labour after you left. All of the calls and voicemails that you declined and didn't listen to was her trying to tell you that her water had broken, and that was hours ago. Lila was born an hour ago, Tom." She stated. Tom's eyes wavered, tears immediately leaving them as the reality of the situation sunk in. He really had missed the birth of their first child, and all because of a stupid fight and him then not picking up his phone. He felt like such a fucking idiot, and he knew that it was going to be really hard to make this right.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, okay, I'm on my way now, I'll be there as soon as I can be." He gulped harshly, tears running down his face as he grabbed his shoes and started to hurriedly pull them on as he sandwiched his phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"Good. Maybe bring some flowers, or a bear for Lila. Y/N needs to know straight off of the bat that you're sorry." Zendaya spoke, making Tom nod to himself as he tied up his shoes and stood up to grab his jacket.

"Yeah, okay, got it. Thank you so much for being there for her, Z. I'll be there as soon as possible." He nodded.

"Yeah, you better be." She warned, making him gulp as he hung up.

"What the fuck happened?" Harry scoffed as he looked up at Tom. He gulped harshly.

"I missed the birth." He choked and nodded. Harry's eyes widened.

"WHAT?! Y/N wasn't even due for three weeks!" He exclaimed.

"Well, she started early, and because I'm a fucking dumbass who ignored countless calls from my wife, I didn't know. I need to get to the hospital now, I'll let you guys know when you can come and see Y/N and Lila." He nodded as he started to rush out of the room.

"Let us know how Y/N and the baby are!" Harry called after him, making Tom gulp as he rushed out of his parents' house.

Y/N's P.O.V

"That's it, good girl, big yawn." I cooed with a smile at Lila, the adorable baby squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a big yawn before her face relaxed again. I smiled and bit my lip at her. As much as I was absolutely fuming with Tom right now, she was so clearly his daughter, making her the cutest little girl on the face of the planet. Suddenly, the door opened, making me look up at it. My eyes widened, my heart plummeting as Tom stood at the door, his eyes wide, his chest heaving and a small teddy bear in his spare hand as he panted to tell me that he'd rushed to get here.

"I came as soon as Zendaya told me that I'd missed it. I can't believe that I missed it, oh my god." He choked and shook his head. My eyes wavered and I gulped harshly at the sight of him so upset.

"Yeah, you did miss it. But that doesn't matter right now. Come and say 'hi' to your daughter." I nodded. He gulped harshly, his eyes red and puffy from crying as he shut the door before walking towards my bed. He sniffed as his eyes flicked to her, his face softening as he saw her.

"Oh, darling...she's perfect." He choked and shook his head as he leant down to put one hand on my arm whilst his other hand gently cupped her head.

"You want to hold her, Tommy?" I asked. He looked at me.

"Can I?" I asked tentatively.

"Even if you missed her birth, she is still your daughter." I lightly teased. He chuckled and nodded, tears still leaving his eyes as he leant down and started to gently wrap his arms around her.

"Hello, my beautiful girl." He cooed, her fidgeting and whining slightly as he stood up and she settled in his arms. I bit my lip and tried not to cry even more than I already was at the perfect sight of my husband and daughter finally meeting.

"What a perfect little ray of sunshine you are...god, I'm in love with you already." He smiled and lightly bounced her, making me chuckle and bite my lip as he gently sat down on the chair by my bed and continued to cradle her. His smile dipped as he looked back at me.

"Darling, I...I can't say how fucking sorry I am." He choked and shook his head. I shrugged and bit my lip as I desperately tried not to get more upset with him.

"It's you who missed her birth, not me." I stated.

"I-I know, but I also missed the pain that you were in. I robbed you of the chance to squeeze my hand, a-and sit in between my legs and just be held by me whilst you were giving birth to our daughter. And all because I was a dick who started a stupid fight, and then didn't return your calls. I'm so sorry." He cried and shook his head. I gulped, my heart breaking and tears rolling down my own face at how upset he was. As much as he was right to be upset and mad at himself, it broke my heart to see my husband so heartbroken, knowing that he'd let me and our daughter down.

"It's okay, Tommy-."

"No, it's really not, sweetheart, so please don't say that it is. It's not alright, but I swear to god that I'm going to fix this and make it right. I'll make this right with both of you. To you, for starting that fight and then ignoring you and letting you go through labour alone, and to Lila too, for missing her birth. I swear to god, darling, that I'll fix this." He promised, making me gulp as he took my hand with his spare one. I sighed and looked at him. I could see in how broken his chocolate orbs were that he meant every word, and that he was truly heartbroken at the fact that he'd missed our daughter's birth over something so stupid. So, whilst he'd have to work for my full forgiveness, all I wanted right now was to enjoy our new daughter together.

"You're right, Tommy. It's not okay, and you do need to fix this, but I trust that you will. You start later, though, because right now, we haven't even celebrated yet that we have a beautiful baby girl." I smiled.

"That we do." He chuckled and nodded as he looked down at her. My smile widened as he stood up and eased himself onto the bed next to me, his arms gently passing Lila back into mine so that he could hold me instead.

"She really is perfect, huh." Tom mumbled, both of us admiring her as he kissed my head and his fingers gently rubbed up and down my arms.

"She is. Our perfect little Lila." I smiled, making Tom return it as I rested my head against his. We just sat there watching our daughter sleep, yawn, breathe, everything. Tom was right that he'd have a lot of making up to do, but I was very aware of the fact that he'd punish himself for the rest of his life for the fact that he'd missed our first child's birth. And so for now, I just wanted to be with him and our new daughter. I just wanted to be with our perfect little family. Even if it had had a bit of a rocky start.