Requested by hp7432: Tom and Y/N have an arranged wedding, but it progresses to them actually loving each other and even having a child together.

One minute.

"No." I scoffed and shook my head as I leant back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. Tom looked at me.

"You can't just say no, love." He returned my scoff.

"Tough, that's what I'm doing. No." I shrugged. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to deal with my stubbornness.

"Darling, I don't want this any more than you do, but you can't just say no. We can't say no, we don't get a say in this." He responded. I narrowed my eyes at him and sat forward in my chair.

"Fuck that, Tom, we're not talking about a simple fucking contract that just needs signing. This is serious, this is our lives. What you're literally proposing here is marriage. And so, my answer is no." I scoffed, making him sigh and look at me as I sat back in my chair again. I was the twenty-four-year-old heir to the Y/L/N mob, the second biggest mob in London. And unsurprisingly, Tom was the heir to the biggest mob in London, the Holland mob. It wasn't your usual situation where we hated each other's guts and were always trying to kill each other, despite our families' slight tendencies to not get on occasionally, we were actually quite good friends. But not good enough for Tom to have proposed to me, which was what had happened tonight. He had invited me out to dinner, and I had happily accepted, this not being a rare occurrence between us. I had to admit that I did have a crush on the insanely attractive boy, and our dinners together to discuss new contracts and new territories were a good way to have 'dates' without actually having dates. I could spend time with him without exposing my real feelings for him, and so I enjoyed them. Tonight, I'd met him at the restaurant and had sat down, but something had immediately been off. Tom looked more nervous than I'd ever seen him before, which was quickly made clear why when he took out the ring box and revealed to me the engagement ring. I had been struck with an 'oh, shit' moment, my mind quickly figuring out that we'd been arranged to be married. This wasn't rare in our world, but I had never thought that our parents would make us do it. I had been wrong.

"Sweetheart, I know that this is far from ideal, I'll be the first one to admit that. But maybe the best way to approach this is to see it as just another contract that needs to be signed." He stated.

"Yeah, one that signs our lives to each other and takes away our right to choose who to love." I scoffed.

"It could have been a lot worse. We're friends, we could have been arranged with people who we hate." He shrugged.

"It could have been a lot better too, Tom." I nodded. He sighed again and rubbed his hand over his chin as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry, love, but we have to do this, we don't get a choice. The papers are already signed, everything is already sorted. Our parents scheduled the wedding for this date next year so that we at least have time to try and fall in love, and your parents figured that you'd want to be proposed to, hence the formalities of this. But I'm sorry. The idea that you get to say 'no' to my proposal is fake, darling. The idea of choice right now is an illusion." He spoke gently as he looked at me with apologetic eyes. I gulped and looked down, tears pricking my eyes as my mind finally started to grasp what was going to happen. I wasn't upset at having to marry Tom, after all, he was a very attractive person, we got on and I did like him as more than just a friend. But I always pictured our story going so differently to this, starting with him asking me out and us maybe dating for a few years before he proposed. I'd been robbed of all of that, and that's what upset me. I took a deep breath and looked back up at him, making him raise his eyebrows at me as if to silently ask if I was okay. I nodded and took the ring from the box, Tom's eyes glued to me as I slid it onto my finger.

"Well, then. I guess that we're officially engaged." I mumbled. He sighed and gave me a small smile.

"Yeah, love. I guess that we are." He nodded, making me gulp again and bite my lip at the idea that in one year today, I'd be marrying him. I just had to hope that we'd fall in love in time.

One year.

"Please welcome into the room, for the first time as a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" Harrison announced over the microphone. Everyone cheered and clapped as Tom and I walked into the ballroom, hands joined and laughs leaving our lips as we waved at guests from both of our mobs. Which, because we were now married, was now one massive mob.

"Tommy, this place is absolutely beautiful." I sighed in bliss, my hand on his chest and his arm curled around my waist as I looked at the decorations that were making our wedding reception look like it was straight out of a fairy-tale.

"It had to be perfect for you, sweetheart, you know that." He smiled, making me return it and lean up to kiss him. I was glad to admit that after the initial shock of having gotten engaged to a boy that was little more than a friend and a crush to me, things had progressed quickly with Tom. In order to give us the best chance of actually loving each other by the time that we got married, his parents had bought us a house near the family mansion, and we had moved in there within a week. From there, we'd gone from strength to strength. Tom had made a concerted effort from the beginning to make things work romantically between us and we'd ended up going on a date every weekend since we'd become engaged, in order to actually get to know each other more. With every date I felt myself falling for him more, the boy being such a gentleman that I couldn't help but fall more in love with him. My question of if he felt the same way got answered the night that we had had sex for the first time, four months into the engagement. We were lying naked in each other's arms, my eyes fighting to stay open as my body completely relaxed into the comfy sheets and the warmth of Tom's body and hold on me. He had obviously thought that I was asleep, because before I knew it, he had leant down so that his lips were by my ear and he had whispered a very quiet, almost silent 'I love you' into my ear. The three words had made my heart leap in happiness, tears pricking my eyes at the fact that we would be marrying each other for love after all, not just for the contract. He hadn't said it officially to me yet, but I knew that he'd say it to me in his own time, and so all that mattered was the fact that he felt it. He felt real love for me. And so now we were here, officially married and so much more deeply in love than I thought we'd be. I still couldn't believe that it had actually worked out. 'Best years' started to play through the speakers, making Tom smile and bite his lip at me as he extended his hand. I playfully rolled my eyes and placed my hand into his, making him smirk as he curled his spare arm around my waist and pulled me into his body. We started to have our first dance as a married couple, my eyes fluttering shut and my head resting on his shoulder as he just swayed us to the music. As far as I was concerned, we were the only ones in the room. There was no mob politics behind our marriage and our wedding, we weren't surrounded by our employees and mob associates. It was just us, and we were oh-so-deeply in love. Tom looked down at me, making me return the glance.

"What?" I chuckled. He smiled and shook his head as he bit his lip, his gaze flicking between my lips and my eyes as he looked at me.

"I need to tell you something, love, and I feel like now is the right time since we're now legally married. After the first time that we had sex, I told you something when you were asleep. I've never told you it officially since I was never ready before now, but I need to tell you now." He nodded. I smiled and bit my lip as I knew that I was about to burst his bubble slightly.

"You told me that you love me." I stated. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, his face relaxing as he realised.

"You cheeky-you weren't asleep." He scoffed and shook his head, making me chuckle sheepishly.

"I was drifting off, but I wasn't fully asleep yet, so I heard you. I didn't want to say anything, though, because it was so sweet, but it was also obvious that you thought that I wasn't awake. You weren't ready to say it to me in a situation where I could acknowledge it, and so I didn't want to pressure you. I knew how you felt and so I wanted to let you say it when you wanted to say it." I shrugged. He chuckled and gave me a small smile as we continued to gently sway to the music.

"Well, I bring it up now because I want you to know how much I love you. I know that this started off just as a contractual thing to bind the mobs together, but that's not what it is for me anymore. I married you today because I love you. My dad could have ripped the mob contract up today and I still would have gone through with it, because I'm in love with you, darling. I didn't marry you for the mob." He admitted with a shake of his head. I couldn't help but let tears prick my eyes at his words, my heart full of love for him as we danced. Because our situation had changed so much in the last year. We had gone from being a couple getting married because we had to, to being a couple getting married because we wanted to. And I would never be thankful enough for that change.

"I'm in love with you too, Tommy. I feel exactly the same, I married you today because I love you, not because we had to. I love you." I whispered. He smiled widely at my words, making me giggle as he leant down and pressed our lips together. I returned the kiss, my hand cupping his face as his hands gripped my waist. I squealed against his lips, making him laugh as he swiped my legs from underneath me and picked me up. He spun us around to the music, our foreheads touching and laughs leaving our lips as we continued to dance and have fun together.

Two years.

I sat propped up in mine and Tom's bed, our baby boy cradled in my arms as tears rolled down my face.

"Welcome to the world, beautiful boy." I whispered, his eyes shut and quiet sounds leaving his lips as I gently rubbed his cheek with my finger. When Tom and I had found out that I was three months' pregnant six months after having gotten married, we were over the moon. Neither of us had stopped falling in love since we'd moved in together following the arranged engagement, and so whilst it was quick, starting a family of our own hadn't come quickly enough for us. The one thing that I'd hated about my pregnancy was the laws that surrounded pregnancy in our mobs. Despite the fact that we were both now leaders of our mob, we still had to follow the same laws as everyone else. The archaic rules included that if Tom had important mob meetings that clashed with things like my scans, he wasn't allowed to prioritise our baby over the meetings, and so against his will, he'd missed a fair few scans and check-ups of our son. I knew that that didn't reflect him as a father, though, especially as he'd spent the entire pregnancy speaking to the baby and helping me where he could in the privacy of our own home. Hence why he'd been so upset when he wasn't allowed in the room for the birth. But now our son was here, and he was perfect. As if on cue, I heard the growing sound of chatter outside, telling me that within seconds, the room would be filled with Tom, Harrison, and Tom's family. The door burst open, all seven of them talking and rushing as they stumbled in. All of them fell silent though as they saw the baby cradled in my arms. Tom's eyes wavered, a small smile curling onto his lips as he saw his son.

"Oh my god. They're perfect, look at them." He choked as he rushed towards the bed.

"He's perfect. We have a son, Tommy." I smiled and shook my head as tears left my eyes. He choked again, tears also starting to run down his face.

"Can I hold him? Love, I really want to hold him." He smiled, making me laugh and nod at how excited he was as I gently started to extend my arms. Our son fussed and gurgled slightly, making me bite my lip as Tom leant down to meet me halfway.

"Hey, little man. God, look at you, you're so cute, oh my god." He laughed and shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he gently bobbed him up and down.

"You can't see them since he's asleep, but he has your eyes." I nodded.

"Aw, bless. I can't wait to see him open them now." Tom chuckled, only making my heart melt more at how in love he already was with our son.

"Congrats, you two, he's adorable." Harrison smiled as Tom's family stood by the door.

"Yeah, he's the spitting image of Tom when he was born." Dom chuckled.

"That bodes well then, suggests that he's going to grow up to be just as handsome as his dad." I spoke, making Tom smile at me as he gently sat down next to me on the bed with our son still in his arms.

"We'll leave you two alone now, I know that it was a long birth, Y/N. Let us know if we can get you anything." Nikki nodded.

"Thanks, mum, we appreciate it." Tom replied before they filed out of the room again and shut the door.

"Wow. I can't believe that he's actually ours, love. This little ray of sunshine is ours, yes you are, yes you are." Tom smiled as he cooed to our son, making me chuckle and rest my head on his shoulder as I also looked at our sleeping baby.

"We decided on 'Toby' if it was a boy, didn't we?" I asked.

"Yeah. Toby Dominic Holland. Are you still happy with that name, sweetheart?" He checked as he curled his spare arm around my waist to pull me into his side.

"It's perfect. He looks like a Toby." I chuckled.

"He does." Tom smiled before looking at me.

"Look, darling, I know that I've said this a million times since we got married, but I really am happy that I got paired with you. I obviously know that we weren't put together by choice, but I'm so fucking thankful every day that we were put together. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, I can't even imagine having to wait another few years before marriage and having a baby. I'm so glad that this all happened, and I'm glad that it happened with you." He spoke softly. I bit my lip and looked at him, tears streaming down my face at his words.

"I'm so happy too, Tommy. Whilst obviously it was different to being married to you, I always had a bit of a crush on you before we got paired, and so whilst I wasn't happy at the choice being taken away, I was happy that we had been arranged. That's not stopped growing since. You've shown me every single day since we got engaged why I always liked you, and why I'm in love with you now. I love you, Tommy, and I'm so glad that we got to do this all together." I smiled and shook my head. He returned my smile before leaning down and gently pressing our lips together. I returned the kiss, my hand holding his face as I pressed my lips against his. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"I love you, Y/N. And I love our little Toby too." He smiled, making me return it as we both looked back at our son, both of our hearts happy at the little family that we'd managed to create.