Requested by Ivy_rose15: Y/N is pregnant, and Tom gets protective of her because the media harasses her.

I stood in mine and Tom's bedroom, my hands neatly folding the clothes that we'd already bought for the baby before we had to leave for the six-month ultrasound. My bump created another curve on me, it getting bigger by the day as I continued to fold the clothes. Suddenly, my phone rang, making me look at it. My eyebrows furrowed as it showed an unknown number, making questions start to fill my head as I picked it up, pressed the green button, and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Is that Y/N Holland?" A woman's voice spoke.

"Speaking." I returned.

"Hey there, Mrs. Holland, lovely to finally speak with you. I'm Casey Smith from the Daily Mail's sister tabloid-." I rolled my eyes as she spoke and turned to leave the bedroom.

"I've told all of you guys a million times before, Tom and I are not interested in any photo-shoots or interviews regarding our baby." I scoffed, making Tom look up at me from the sofa as I wandered into the living room.

"All we're asking for is ten minutes of your time-."

"Bye, now, don't call again." I mumbled before hanging up.

"Another reporter?" Tom sighed as I sat down next to him, and he placed his hand on my bump.

"Yeah. Sixth one just this morning. Apparently none of them understand the meaning of 'no', even after listening to me say it to them a million times." I shook my head, making Tom sigh again and give me a small smile as he soothingly rubbed my bump. I had been married to the amazing Tom Holland for three years now, us having been together for another three years before we'd tied the knot. Tom and I were perfect for each other, and had always been more than happy just the two of us, but we had both agreed that there was still something missing in our relationship. And that was a baby. We'd started trying just after our honeymoon, and had found out four months ago that I was finally pregnant, by two-months' already at that point. We were of course over the moon, neither of us being able to wait to welcome our child into the world. But marriage to someone as famous as Tom had always had its problems, and me becoming pregnant with his baby had only amplified that ten-fold. The main problem being the constant harassment from the press since Tom had announced the pregnancy on his Instagram three and a half months ago. We'd decided that whilst a lot in our life was hard to keep private, we were determined to keep my pregnancy and our baby's life private from the world until they were old enough to decide for themselves if they wanted that life, and so we had agreed early on not to do any photo-shoots, interviews, anything about the pregnancy or the baby once they were here. The media had hated that decision, and hadn't respected it for a second. Hence why I was already six-months' pregnant, and was still getting up to twenty calls a day from different media tabloids, newspapers, and outlets, asking for an interview and a photo-shoot.

"Seriously, love, we can start reporting these people to the police, get restraining orders and stuff against them, because this has to stop." Tom nodded.

"We don't need to take it that far, Tommy, and we shouldn't have to. I just block the numbers that call. I know that they call from a new number each time, but they've got to run out of phones in the offices eventually." I teased, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"This is what I love about you, sweetheart. Even when you're being harassed, you still manage to stay positive and funny. Come on, we don't want to be late for finding out if we're having a boy or a girl." He nodded as he stood up and extended his hands for me to take. I put my hands into his and let him pull me up from the sofa.

"Fuck, you're getting heavy." He puffed out. I gasped and looked at him.

"Because of your baby, asshole." I scoffed.

"I kid, I kid." He smiled, making me playfully roll my eyes and shake my head as we grabbed our stuff.

I lay on the propped-up bed in the doctor's office, Tom and I looking contently at the monitor as the doctor moved the ultrasound stick around my bump. My hand was grasped in Tom's, tears pricking my eyes as I stared at the image of our baby on the monitor. We had known for four months that I was pregnant, but I was still far from actually believing it. I still couldn't believe that Tom had picked me of all people to marry, let alone that I was now only three months away from having his child. It was a dream come true.

"Look at how perfect they look, darling. That's our child, and they're amazing." Tom smiled and kissed my hand, making me nod and bite my lip as I tried not to cry more.

"They really are amazing. Baby is in a good position in the uterus, looks perfectly healthy, and is developing exactly how we'd like them to be." The doctor nodded.

"We were hoping to find out the sex today, too?" I asked.

"I can do that no bother, just give me two seconds." She mumbled as she continued to stare at the screen.

"Okay, so, you can see their fingers there, yeah? Count them for me." She nodded. Tom and I looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both of us clearly confused with the doctor's request before we looked at the screen and started to count.

"Wait, hold on, I count eleven." Tom scoffed.

"Yeah, so do I, our baby doesn't have eleven fingers, does it?" I questioned.

"No, they don't, just ten. The eleventh thing that you see isn't a finger." She stated. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open as I realised.

"Oh, Tommy." I choked, my heart filling with happiness and tears pricking my eyes as I looked up at him.

"We're having a little boy. Oh my god, love." He smiled, making me laugh and bite my lip as both of us started to cry in happiness.

"Congratulations, you're having a son. A son who, by the looks of it, is perfect in every way. Mrs. Holland, get yourself cleaned up and then I'll see you out." The doctor smiled as she stood up.

"Thank you so much." I returned her smile, her leaving the room as I cleaned the gel off of my bump with the paper towels.

"Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, I would have loved a girl too, a girl would have been amazing, but a little boy...wow." Tom chuckled and kissed my hand.

"Don't worry, Tommy, I'm over the moon too." I smiled. Suddenly, we started to hear distant yelling as the room started to light up with flashes. My eyes widened, Tom's eyebrows furrowing at the sudden change of atmosphere.

"What the hell?" He mumbled as he rushed to the window and looked out of it.

"What's going on?" I scoffed. His eyes widened.

"For fucks' sake, the press are here. Someone in the waiting room or something must have told them that we were here. Is nothing fucking private?" Tom spat as he rushed back to me. My eyes widened.

"They really don't respect anything, do they? How many are out there?" I gulped as I pulled my top back down over my bump and stood from the bed.

"Enough for it to cause a problem. Come on, let's see if we can get out of a back way or anything, I'm not having any of them near you whilst you're pregnant if I can help it." He mumbled, making me gulp again and nod as he took my hand, and we left the office.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, I really don't want my wife to have to go through that crowd out there, is there another entrance that we can leave out of?" Tom asked as we got to the reception.

"Of course, follow me." The receptionist nodded. Tom and I returned it in thanks as we followed her, the woman leading us down a corridor and to a fire door.

"Thank you so much." I gulped as we headed out.

"Don't let go of my hand and stay behind me, love, it's alright, I have you." Tom reassured, making me take a deep breath and nod as I tightened my hand around his. We rushed past the unsuspecting crowd of paparazzi, it going so well. Until one of them turned their heads and spotted us.

"HEY! TOM, Y/N, GIVE US A PHOTO!" He yelled, making my eyes widen as they all spotted us and started to run towards us.

"For fucks' sake." Tom spat, his arm wrapping around my waist and holding me close to him as we sped up slightly. The one thing about being pregnant was that the extra weight prevented me from running as fast as I used to be able to, meaning that getting away from the press was harder than it had been six months ago.

"DO YOU KNOW THE SEX YET?! HOW FAR ALONG ARE YOU?! ANY IDEAS FOR NAMES?!" Paparazzi yelled at us as they started to swarm us.

"Give us space, she's pregnant for fucks' sake." Tom snapped, though his words didn't do anything as we continued to push through the crowd to our car. I tried not to cry, my mind knowing that each photographer would inevitably have a dozen photos of us by now and so I didn't want to also give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset as I protective cupped my bump with my hand.

"Here we go, darling, I have you." Tom reassured into my ear as we got to the passenger side, and he opened the door for me. I got in and Tom slammed the door, my husband yelling something to the press that I couldn't quite make out before he got into the other side of the car. He turned the car on and immediately sped off, my lips releasing a breath that I hadn't realised that I was holding as we sped off.

"Fucking hell, love, are you okay? Are you both okay?" He asked, my husband's eyes laced with worry as he took my hand into his.

"I-I think so. I got agitated, so he's now agitated, so he's kicking a lot, but he's okay. We're both okay, I just can't believe the lack of any human decency." I choked and shook my head.

"Neither can I, sweetheart. But don't worry. The second that we get home, I'm going live on Instagram and saying something." He decided. I looked at him.

"Is that really the best idea, Tommy? Won't that just poke the lion?" I sighed.

"Darling, we've done everything else. We tried asking them nicely to respect our privacy, and they've done the opposite for the last four months. It's time to get a little bit pissy." He nodded, making me sigh and return it as we continued to drive home.

Tom and I sat on the sofa, my arm propped up against the back of the sofa to hold my head up and my other hand holding my bump as Tom went live on Instagram.

"Hey, guys, what's up, hi from the Holland household. Say hi, love." Tom smiled as he pointed his phone at me.

"Hey, everyone." I chuckled and waved, Tom's view count already in the hundreds of thousands after only seconds as he pointed his phone back at him.

"Okay, so, as you guys know, after the initial announcement to tell the world that Y/N was pregnant, we decided to keep her pregnancy and the baby, once they're here, out of the limelight, and that's a decision that we still stand by. Which is why I'm disgusted at what happened today." Tom nodded, my hand soothingly rubbing his knee out of view of the camera as I just let him be the protective husband and dad that I knew that he needed to be.

"So, we went for Y/N's six-month check-up just to make sure everything is okay. I will tell you guys the sex, because we're very excited to reveal that we're having a boy, so that's amazing, but that's all that I'm going to say. Anyway, at the end of Y/N's check-up, we discovered that someone had tipped the press off as to where we were, and so the doctor's office was swarming with paparazzi. I just wanted to express how disgusted I am at whoever told them. The only people in our lives who knew that we had a check-up would never disclose that information or our location to the press, meaning that it had to be someone who saw us there, or someone who saw us on our way, or whatever. We tried to leave through a back entrance but they saw us anyway, and we got swarmed. My six-months' pregnant wife...got swarmed." He spat, anger in my husband's voice as he spoke.

"Honestly, fuck you to whoever told the press that we were there. This is exactly why we have decided to keep the pregnancy private, why we say no to interviews and photo-shoots, because having a baby with your partner is something very intimate and personal, it's not something that the world has a right to know. I like to think that I'm quite open with you guys, I announced it pretty quickly when Y/N and I started dating, when we got engaged and married, I announced the pregnancy only a week after we found out, and so we both wanted this one thing to just be ours, but we can't even have that. I find it disgusting that someone robbed us of privacy during an appointment that's there to make sure that our baby is okay, and is developing properly. It's disgusting that enough people were called for my wife to be swarmed, which is incredibly dangerous. If one of them had accidentally hit her stomach or bumped into her, that could have been really serious for the baby, and so yeah, I'm pissed off, both of us are. Me being in the limelight doesn't give the world a right to know everything about my private life, doesn't give the world a right to know where my wife and I are, especially when we're at a medical check-up for our baby. So, yeah. Fuck you to whoever told the press." He scoffed and shook his head. I bit my lip and looked at him, my heart feeling nothing but love and adoration for the man that I was in love with. How protective he already was over our son who wasn't even here yet. And I only loved him more for that.

"I'm sorry for those of you who checked in only to be yelled at, but to the vast majority of you, thank you. The love and support that we've received is amazing, the love and support that people have already shown for our son is just incredible. We receive lovely messages daily to wish Y/N a safe and healthy pregnancy, and wish our baby a safe journey into this world, so thank you to every single one of you who that applies to. It really does help overshadow the stupid people who think that it's okay to tell the press where we are and to have us swarmed like that. So, thank you to everyone who has supported us, and fuck you to everyone who hasn't. Peace out, guys, love you and stay safe." Tom nodded before ending the livestream. He puffed out and rested his head against the back of the sofa.

"Fuck me, I really needed that." He sighed, making me chuckle and bite my lip as I soothingly rubbed his shoulder.

"I can tell, Tommy. But thank you. Everything that you said was perfect, especially thanking those who have been nice. Also, thank you for already being so protective over the baby. You're going to be an amazing dad to him once he's here." I nodded. He looked at me and gave me a small smile.

"Of course, darling. My job as his dad started the second that we found out that you were pregnant." He stated. I smiled and bit my lip at his words before leaning in and kissing him. He returned the kiss, his hand raising to hold my face as I also held his cheek. He broke the kiss and put his arm around my waist, making me sigh out as I rested my head and hand on his chest and cuddled into him.

"So...we're having a boy." He chuckled as he pressed his lips to my hair.

"Yeah. We're having a boy." I smiled, making him return it as he pulled me closer and we continued to cuddle on the sofa, my mind knowing that both me and our unborn baby were safe in Tom's arms. And that would never change.