Requested by tom_hollandisbae1: Tom and Y/N have two children, and Y/N is pregnant with their third. But Tom never pays attention anymore and acts like he doesn't care, which leads to them having an argument.

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"Come on, my love, eat up." I mumbled, my hand bringing the spoon of cereal to Jessie's mouth as I held Leah with my other arm. The toddler smiled and giggled at me as she happily ate it, making me return the smile and bite my lip as I let the sound warm my heart. I looked up as Tom rushed into the kitchen, my heart sinking as I could already tell by his demeanor that he once again wouldn't be giving me or our children, his children, a goodbye kiss. I was right.

"See you later, girls, love you." Tom mumbled, his eyes on his phone as he simply headed through the kitchen and back out again to get to our front door.

"Bye, daddy!" Jessie squealed excitedly.

"Tommy, wait-shit." I cursed as I quickly put Leah in her baby bouncer before rushing after my husband. Though I had to admit that he felt more like a stranger nowadays.

"What's up, love?" Tom mumbled, his hand opening the door as his eyes stayed on his phone. I sighed and looked at him.

"I have my sixteen-week scan today. We can find out the sex, and I'd really love that." I nodded as I nervously played with my fingers. Tom looked up from his phone, my husband glancing at me finally for the first time this morning.

"Oh, shit, was that today? Sorry, darling, I can't come." He shook his head. My eyes wavered, my heart immediately breaking. After all, Tom had started to become distant months ago, but every time still hurt like the first one.

"What do you mean, you can't come? I know that we've done this twice before, but this is still our baby, Tommy. Your baby. So what the fuck is more important than one of the scans?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Work, Y/N. Work is." He nodded. I sighed and gulped harshly in an attempt to swallow my tears, though it wasn't working as we stared at each other. Tom and I had been together for seven years, married for the last five. He was truly the love of my life, and I knew that I was his too. Though people wouldn't have guessed that if they looked at the last six months. Everything had been perfect when we had welcomed Jessie two years ago, and then I had given birth to our second daughter, Leah, six months ago. That had been when things had started to shift between me and Tom. I knew that Tom loved Leah unconditionally, and so I wasn't sure what had caused it, but my husband had been growing increasingly distant since she had been born. Over the months, more of his time had been taken up with work or seeing friends, every spare second was spent away from the house instead of with our family. Then one of the rare intimate nights that we'd had in the last half a year resulted in me once again falling pregnant. Which was what had caused today's sour mood. We had decided to once again find out the sex of our third baby as soon as we could, and yet the day was here, and Tom couldn't give less of a shit. It was now a stab to my heart every time he would leave in the morning without so much as kissing his daughters on the head, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was reaching the end of my tether, and I knew it.

"Alright. See you later." I nodded, my heart deciding that this fight wasn't worth it right now. After all, the girls still needed to finish breakfast, and Tom clearly had somewhere more important to be than with his family. And so, I'd let him go. My husband's chocolate eyes wavered, and he sighed and returned my nod.

"Yeah. See you later. I love you." He mumbled before opening the door, and walking out.

I sat on the sofa, my eyes on my phone and tears pricking them as I read over and over the last text that I had sent to Tom, asking when he would be home. I had sent that at five p.m, he had seen it and never replied. And now it was eleven-thirty. I scoffed and shook my head, so much anger and sadness being held in me right now for my husband, and how lacking in giving a shit he was right now. As if on cue, I heard the front door open, making me look up. I gulped harshly and tried to keep my composure, determined not to back down from this one as Tom walked into the room. He looked up, my husband's eyebrows raising in surprise that I was still up as he saw me.

"Oh, hey, sweetheart. I didn't expect you to still be up." He chuckled slightly as he chucked his keys and wallet onto the table by the doorway of the living room.

"Why, because of how late it is?" I scoffed. Tom sighed and shook his head.

"Love, can we not do this now-."

"Yes, we're doing this now. You didn't come to the scan today, you didn't even kiss the girls this morning, and now you've missed putting them to bed by hours." I spat.

"It's called having to work, Y/N. You know, the thing that puts food on the table and designer fucking clothes on your back." Tom nodded as he looked at me.

"So work keeps you away from home until eleven p.m.?! Work stops you from kissing your daughters on the head?! Work makes you act like you don't give a shit about being a father and a husband anymore?!" I shouted back. Tom's eyes widened at my words, his lips parting in shock at what I'd just said. I knew that I had been harsh, it was clear that I'd just upset him, but maybe that was now the only thing that would get through to him.

"What, love? Is that really what you think?" He choked, the entire air in the room shifting from anger and resentment to sadness in a second. But again, that was what we needed to finally get over this challenge in our marriage. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart breaking at how saddened Tom looked by what I'd just said.

"What else am I supposed to think, Tommy? Ever since Leah was born, you've been so withdrawn. I don't know why, but it feels like you're not here anymore. You never kiss the girls or me anymore, you're never home in time to put them to bed, or awake early enough to wake them up with me. Fuck, Tommy, you didn't even come to my scan today to discover what we're having. It's a miracle that I'm even pregnant again because we've barely been intimate in the last half a year. You're never here anymore. It feels like I'm living with a stranger, it feels like the girls don't have a dad anymore." I choked and shook my head, tears starting to leave my eyes with every word that I spoke. Tom had also started to cry, nothing but sadness and shock etched onto his face as he stared at me. Of course I hated making the love of my life upset like this, but we couldn't go on like this. If we did, I was worried that our third baby wouldn't have a father at all.

"Love, I...I don't know what to say. You know that I love you, you know that I love the girls and you with all of my heart. You three are my world, and you four will be my world once you give birth." He cried and shook his head, his gorgeous eyes turning red and puffy as he broke down in front of me for the first time in months.

"Deep down, I know that you do, Tommy, but it's not enough for me to just know it. You need to show it. Jessie and Leah barely see you right now, they need their dad, and I need my husband." I choked again and shook my head.

"I know that you do, darling, and I swear to god that I'm going to make this right. Tell me what I need to do, what do I do to make this right?" He gulped as he rushed to me and took my face into his hands before pressing our foreheads together. I sighed and let my eyes flutter shut, my heart just taking a moment to relish the feeling of being so close to Tom for the first time in what felt like forever. Even such a simple intimacy was so precious with him now. But I was guessing that my words had finally gotten through to him, and so that was about to change.

"We need you, Tommy. I know that you have work, I get that, but I'm not talking about that time. We need you here, we need you to show that you give a shit. I need you to show that you give a shit." I whispered. Tom nodded and gently stroked his thumbs against my cheeks, the touch a delicate and reassuring one as he continued to just hold me.

"I swear to god that I will, my love. I know that I fucked up, but I won't stop until I've made it up to you. I promise." He shook his head as he looked into my eyes with his stunning chocolate ones that never failed to make me fall in love with him all over again.

"Thank you, Tommy. I love you for that." I nodded.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I love you too." He gave me a small smile before looking down at my bump. He bit his lip as he flicked his eyes back up at me.

"Did you find out today, darling? What we're having?" He asked hopefully. I smiled and nodded, my heart starting to flutter in the best way possible in excitement at the idea that I was about to tell Tom.

"Yeah, I did. We're having a little boy." I nodded. Tom's eyes widened, a choke leaving his lips as he looked at me.

"We're having a son? A little boy, oh my god." He smiled and shook his head, making me return the smile as tears started to prick his eyes.

"We're having a son, Tommy. We're going to be parents to two beautiful girls, and a beautiful baby boy." I nodded.

"Oh my god, darling. I can't wait. I love you so much, I love you, and our girls, and our son, and I promise that things are going to change. I love you so much." He choked as he kissed my head before pulling me into a tight hug. I returned it and snuggled into his chest as I closed my eyes, tears pricking them as he gave me the exact reaction that I had wanted. And that was enough to tell me that Tom wasn't lying when he said that things were going to change for the better. I had a feeling that that was coming soon. And I couldn't wait for us to be a family again. I couldn't wait.