Requested by natasharomanoff111: Y/N is Tom's wife, and is pregnant with his child. Tom is a mob boss who doesn't like to talk about or show his emotions, apart from to Y/N, but she's never seen him cry. When she's in labour, Tom cries his eyes out, because he can't imagine the pain that she's in. As soon as the baby is born, he goes back to being a tough guy and denies that he cried to his family and friends.

"I swear to god, love, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to fucking kill them all." Tom spat and shook his head, my husband pacing the floor of our bedroom with clenched fists as I leant against our Chest of Drawers and just let him rant to me as I gently rubbed my eight-month-pregnant bump.

"I know, Tommy, I know. What they did wasn't okay." I shook my head, my mind knowing by now that Tom didn't want me to give him solutions, just validation and an ear to listen to him. And so, I'd happily give him that.

"How DARE they do that. Threaten you and the baby, I'll fucking put a bullet in between every single one of their eyes." He hissed, my husband potentially as angry as I'd ever seen him as he continued to pace the wooden floor.

"Boss-."

"What?" Tom mumbled, my husband's angry face immediately dropping as he looked at his right-hand man, who was now standing at the door.

"The men are ready to roll out, all we're waiting for is your order." Harrison nodded. My eyes widened, and I looked back at Tom.

"I thought that you were only ranting, Tommy, I didn't think that you were serious." I scoffed.

"Haz, leave us." My husband demanded with an equal lack of emotion to how he'd first spoken to Harrison. The man nodded and gave me a small smile, making me return it as he gently closed the door behind him. Immediately, a smirk curled onto Tom's lips as he walked to me, and gently placed his hands on my waist.

"You didn't think that I'd let them threaten you and our child without repercussions, did you, sweetheart?" He smirked.

"I suppose that that was a little ignorant of me." I teased as I playfully rolled my eyes. He chuckled and shook his head, making me smile as he leant down and gently kissed me. I was married to Tom Holland, a name which wasn't a meaningful one in the normal world. But in the underworld of crime, it was a completely different story. Tom was the boss of the Holland mob of London, my husband's brutality earning him international notoriety within the crime circles that we resided in. When I had first met Tom, I had had no idea who he was, and I had fallen for him before he revealed his true life to me. He admitted that he had half expected me to run for the hills when I found out who he was. But I just...couldn't. There was just something about Tom that had always attracted him to me, something that I could never quite put my finger on. But eventually I figured it out. And that was that Tom never showed emotion to anyone...but me. Tom was always very cold and distant to everyone but me, a fact that I had to admit only attracted me more to him. It made me feel like he truly cared about me, he loved me enough to show me his emotions when he refused to show anyone else. Within two years, Tom and I were engaged, and so here we were, five years into our relationship, and a mere month away from me giving birth to our first baby. And to say that we were excited was an understatement. But of course, with another addition to our perfect family came Tom's protection of me quadrupling. Not that I minded. Tom broke the kiss and looked at me.

"I need to go, darling. Keep both of you safe, yeah? I love you." He spoke, my husband's gorgeous chocolate eyes flicking over my face as his thumbs gently massaged the skin of my hips.

"I will do. Keep yourself safe too, our baby needs their dad. And I love you too." I whispered. He gave me a small smile, making me return it as he gently pecked my lips, and cupped my bump, before passing me and leaving the room to do whatever he had to do to keep me and our baby safe.

I sat on the sofa in mine and Tom's living room, my eyebrows furrowed in slight pain and my hand resting against my now nine-month-pregnant bump as I tried to get through the cramps that I was having. I took a deep breath and shifted slightly, the cramps getting slightly worse by the second as I tried to distract myself.

"You okay, my love?" I looked up and gave Tom a small smile as my husband walked into the living room.

"I've been better. I'm getting cramps, and I don't know why." I sighed as he sat down next to me, and gently placed his hand on my bump. His eyebrows furrowed at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling. Have you eaten something bad or anything?" He asked, his eyes flicking over my face as his fingers soothingly rubbed against my bump.

"I don't think so. I don't know, I'm sure that it's fine, it's probably just indigestion or something. Or it could be them kicking, your kid is one hell of a fighter." I teased with a smile as I returned his gaze.

"That's my little one." Tom smiled, my husband leaning down and kissing my bump before he stood up again.

"I've got a meeting with another mob, so I'll be out until dinner. I'll see you later, sweetheart." He nodded as he leant down and pecked my lips before starting to head back to the doorway.

"Okay, Tommy, love you." I spoke.

"Love you too!" He called back as he got to the door. But then everything stopped. My eyes widened, my heart violently jumping in my chest as I felt a heavy whoosh from in between my legs. I gulped harshly, everything in my body starting to shake as I forced myself to slowly but surely look down at the now wet patch on our sofa.

"T-tommy?" I called out with a shaky voice. Tom stopped and looked at me over his shoulder.

"Yeah, my love?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I gulped harshly and looked up at him.

"You're not going to make that meeting. Because my water just broke." I admitted. His eyes widened, his mouth also falling open at my words.

"Oh, fuck-okay, darling, you're alright, come on." He nodded as he rushed to me and gently wrapped his arm around me. I placed my hand into his spare one as he helped me up, deep but shaky breaths leaving my lips as Tom helped me up, and started to help me up the stairs to our bedroom, where we had decided that I would give birth. We got to the top of the stairs, Harrison's eyebrows furrowing at us as he walked along the corridor towards us.

"What's going on-."

"Haz, send all of the medical staff to our bedroom now, Y/N's in labour." Tom demanded. Harrison's eyes widened.

"Oh, fuck." He scoffed before breaking into a sprint and rushing past us as Tom continued to help me to our bedroom.

"Okay, sweetheart, careful, there you go, you're alright." Tom cooed, my teeth clenched in pain as he helped gently ease me to sit down on the edge of our bed. I puffed out and leant back on my hand, my other hand against my bump as Tom crouched down in front of me and looked up at me.

"Are you okay, my love?" He asked, my husband's eyes full of concern as he rested his hand on my knee.

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt too much right now. Are you ready to do this?" I gulped. He nodded and gave me a small smile.

"Yeah. Are you?" He checked. I returned his nod and bit my lip, making his smile widen.

"Okay, then. Let's have a baby!" He laughed, making me return it as he stood up and smashed our lips together.

"Fuck you, Tom, I'm going to fucking kill you, you did this to me!" I screamed, my eyes squeezed shut and my body leaning over our bed as pain surged through me.

"I know, sweetheart, I know, you've already said that." Tom chuckled as he rubbed his hand up and down my back.

"Don't laugh, this isn't funny!" I cried.

"I know, darling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He sighed, making me choke as he continued to attempt to soothe me. I had been in labour for an hour now, and it was already torture. At least Tom was by my side, though. At least that was something. Tears continued to roll down my face, another loud scream leaving my lips as another contraction hit me. I gripped Tom's hand with all of the strength in me, my husband sighing and looking at me sympathetically as he watched what I was going through.

"Fuck-everyone out." Tom suddenly demanded, making me look up at him as he stood up and looked up at all of the medical staff.

"But, boss-."

"I have her, give us ten minutes, out, now, I won't ask again." He reiterated as he pointed to the door. I watched with furrowed eyebrows, confusion filling my head as to why my husband was dismissing all of the medical staff so suddenly. They all filed out of the room and shut the door, my eyes still on Tom as he sat back down on the bed next to where I was leaning over, and looked down.

"Tom, why did you do that?" I gulped. He shook his head, making my heart melt as I heard the first whimper leave his lips.

"Because you know that I'm only okay with you seeing me like this." He choked. I gulped and looked at him, my mind slightly unsure of what to do as I looked at my husband. After all, whilst I was the only person that he showed emotion to, he had never cried around me before. And so this was a first, even for me. I sighed and eased myself back onto the bed to sit back to Tom, my hand raising to gently cup his cheek and make him look at me.

"Tell me what's going on, Tommy. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" I whispered as I flicked my eyes over his face. He chuckled and gave me a small smile as he took my hand that was against his cheek, and kissed my palm.

"It's just killing me to see you in so much pain, especially as I can't help or take that pain away. I can't imagine how much it hurts, all so that you can bring our child into the world. I'm sorry, I know that I'm being pathetic, but I just wish that I could help." He sobbed and shook his head as tears relentlessly left his eyes, and flowed down his perfect skin.

"Hey, hey, Tommy, look at me." I cooed as I used my hand on his cheek to make him look at me again. He sighed and looked into my eyes.

"First of all, you're not being pathetic. It's perfectly okay to show emotion around me, you know that. But the thing is that you are helping. Just by being here, by letting me squeeze your hand so hard and soothing me, that's helping me so fucking much. And like you said, it's to bring our child into the world. And when they're here, this pain will all be worth it." I whispered and shook my head as I soothingly rubbed my thumbs against his cheeks. He sighed and nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he gently touched our foreheads together.

"It will be, sweetheart. I'm just sorry that I can't take any of the pain away." He nodded.

"Don't be, Tommy, it's all okay. They'll get here, and it'll all be okay." I smiled. He chuckled and nodded again as he looked at me.

"Yeah. It will be." He spoke before leaning in and gently kissing me.

Tom and I sat in our bed, my back cuddled into his chest and both of our eyes on our new-born baby girl who was cradled in my arms as we just admired her. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes at how fucking perfect she was as Tom kissed my head.

"She's so perfect, my love. She's so fucking perfect." He whispered into my hair, his fingers gently stroking our daughter's face as she slept quietly.

"She really is, Tommy. We made the world's most beautiful baby." I smiled.

"That we did, darling, that we did." He chuckled, making me giggle as he leant down and gently kissed me. Tom broke the kiss as our bedroom door opened, his family and Harrison flooding into the room as it did.

"Congratulations, guys! So, do you have a son, or a daughter?" Harrison beamed as Tom gently moved from behind me, and stood from the bed.

"Little girl, yeah." Tom nodded nonchalantly as he stuck his hands into his trouser pockets. I chuckled and playfully rolled my eyes at the fact that true to style, my husband had dropped all emotion as soon as it had no longer been just us in the room. Even if the emotion was over our baby.

"Tommy, don't stand there and act like you didn't sob your heart out when she arrived." I teased and shook my head.

"Wait, did he actually?! Tom, I've never seen you cry, mate." Harry scoffed as Tom stared at me with wide eyes.

"And I didn't cry, I don't know what you're on about, sweetheart." He spoke through clenched teeth.

"Sure you don't." I continued to tease. Tom subtly flipped me off, making me smirk as he leant down and kissed my head. Tom could deny to his family all that he wanted that he had cried, and I'd let him, purely due to the fact that I knew the truth. He had cried with me whilst I was giving birth. And I had to admit that that had already turned into a memory that I would always cherish from now on.