Requested by -mollyava: Y/N is pregnant with Tom's baby, and she gives birth. After having the baby, the midwife tells her that she's ready to have the second one, and Tom and Y/N start freaking out because they didn't realise that they were having twins. Y/N starts to doubt that she can do it, so Tom helps her through it, and helps through the birth of their second child.

*Please note: due to this request, I have included speech from doctors and stuff. This is just to say that I am in NO way medically educated, so basically don't be pedantic about the stuff that's written lol. My pet peeve with this app is people commenting on really silly and menial little things that just don't need to be mentioned, so please don't do that with any medical stuff that's talked about in this chapter. Thank you, and enjoy :)*

I sat on mine and Tom's sofa, my feet on the coffee table and my hands resting against my absolutely huge nine-month-pregnant bump as I relaxed and watched TV. I was at the end of my pregnancy that was carrying the first child that I was having with my famous husband, Tom Holland. Tom and I had met six years ago, and it had truly been love at first sight. I had discovered quickly that Tom had felt the same spark between us, with him asking me out within minutes of us meeting, and us getting engaged within months. Seven months ago, we had been over the moon to find out that I was pregnant with our first baby. But the entire time, something had been odd about my pregnancy. And that was purely how big my bump had always been. At my first ultrasound, the doctor had confirmed that I was only having one baby, and Tom and I had been reassured that the baby was just a little big for their age, but that that wasn't anything to be afraid of. And so here we were, our baby arriving any day now as I tried to just relax.

"You okay, my love?" I looked up and gave Tom a small smile as he walked in and sat next to me before placing his hand on my bump too.

"Yeah, I just feel fucking massive." I chuckled and shook my head. Tom smiled and bit his lip, my husband raising my hand and gently kissing my fingers as his gorgeous eyes flicked over my face.

"Well, that's good, because it means that our baby is healthy. Do you feel anything yet, though, sweetheart?" He asked. I sighed and shook my head as I looked down at the bump that had stopped me from seeing the lower half of my body since it had gotten this big.

"Nope, nothing yet. Which sucks because I want them out! Get OUT of me!" I yelled.

"Only our baby that you're talking to, darling, remember to be nice." Tom teased, making me smirk and playfully roll my eyes at my husband. But then I felt it. My eyes widened, my heart virtually stopping in my chest as I felt a massive whoosh from in between my legs. I looked down at it, Tom's eyes also widening as he looked at me.

"My love...was that what I think that it was?" Tom gulped. I nodded and bit my lip, pure excitement starting to fill me as I looked at him.

"Apparently me telling them off worked. That was my water." I smiled. Immediately, Tom's lips curled into a smile too, making me laugh as he instantly shot up.

"Oh my god, it's happening! Stay there, darling, I'll grab your hospital bag, shoes, coats, everything, oh my god, we're having a baby!" He yelled as he ran frantically through the house and gathered everything that we'd need for the hospital. I had to admit that my heart was being warmed by how excited and giddy Tom was within seconds of me going into the labour, this mood a small preview of what we were about to experience. That being said, I wasn't in pain yet, so my view could well change once my contractions really started.

"Okay, alright, are you okay, sweetheart?" Tom asked as he rushed back into the room with my hospital bag, both of our shoes, and both of our coats in his grasp as he got down on one knee in front of me.

"I'm okay, nothing has really started yet, it's just my water." I reassured, making him nod and give me a small smile as he put my shoes onto my feet and did them up. He gulped and looked up at me.

"Are you ready to do this, my love? You ready to have a baby?" He smiled as his hands cupped my legs. I returned it and nodded as I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes at the thought that our journey had started. We were officially at the start of me bringing our baby into the world. And I couldn't be more excited if I tried.

"Yeah. I'm ready. Let's do this." I whispered. He leant up and kissed me, making me return it and smile into it before Tom broke the kiss and stood up. He gently took my hands and helped me up, my husband helping me to the door, and then to the car so that we could get to the hospital.

Sweat dripped down my face, my eyes squeezed shut and a loud cry leaving my lips as pain rushed through my stomach.

"Come on, my love, you're doing so well, I'm so proud of you." Tom shook his head, my husband tightly squeezing my hand and his other hand soothingly rubbing my back as the contractions were hitting every few seconds now.

"Your husband is right, Mrs. Holland, you're so close, your baby is almost here." The midwife smiled, her eyes on the space in between my parted legs as I continued to push.

"Am I actually, or are you just saying that?" I choked as I squeezed my eyes shut and let my head lull back against the pillows that I was resting against.

"I promise that I'm not just saying that, I see a lovely head of hair. One more push, and you'll officially be parents." She nodded.

"You hear that, sweetheart? You're so close. One more, and our baby is here. You're doing so well, you're so close." Tom shook his head, my husband's eyes flicking over my face as his hand gently stroked my hair. I choked and nodded, the pain not quite strong enough to overpower the fact that one more push would be all that it took for our child to get here.

"Okay. Okay, fuck, alright, I can do this." I nodded as I gripped Tom's hand again.

"Yes, you can, Mrs. Holland. One big push for me in three...two...one, push for me." The midwife nodded. I took a deep breath before starting to push, my teeth gritting together and my eyes squeezing shut as pain surged through me again. I cried out, pain being all that I felt in that moment as I squeezed Tom's hand as much as I could.

"That's it, Mrs. Holland, keep going, keep going." The midwife encouraged. And then the sound started. My eyes shot open, all pain suddenly stopping as the sound of crying filled the room. I choked and looked at Tom, him returning the look before I looked back down.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Holland. You have a beautiful and healthy baby boy." She smiled as she held up our crying baby. I choked and shook my head, tears immediately starting to leave my eyes at the sight of our gorgeous son. My heart filled with love, everything suddenly feeling okay again as the midwife wrapped him into a blanket before gently placing him into my arms.

"Oh my god, he's perfect." Tom choked, tears also leaving my husband's eyes as we both looked down at our baby.

"He really is. I'm in love with him already." I whispered and shook my head, my lips seemingly stuck into a smile as I gently stroked our perfect son's face with my finger.

"Okay, are you ready for the next one?" The midwife smiled as she gently took him back out of my arms. My eyebrows furrowed, as did Tom's as we looked up at her.

"Sorry? I was only pregnant with one baby, him." I chuckled nervously and shook my head. The midwife looked at us.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Holland, there must be some kind of misunderstanding. You were pregnant with twins. You have one more baby to deliver." She admitted. My eyes widened, my heart dropping to my feet in anxiety as I looked at Tom.

"What?! N-no, we've always been told that we were only having one baby, it can't be twins." Tom gulped and shook his head, my heart racing violently at the idea that Tom and I weren't the parents of one baby, but two.

"Sometimes the babies can be so close in the womb that they appear to be one larger baby. But no. You're about to deliver your second baby." She nodded. I gulped and shook my head, Tom looking at me with equal terror on his face as he studied me.

"N-no, I'm not. Because I can't, we were only prepared for one baby, not two, I can't do that." I choked. Tom's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Holland, I know that this is scary, but you don't have a choice-."

"I can't, we can't, Tommy, we were only prepared for one child, not twins, oh my god, oh my god." I sobbed and shook my head, more panic taking hold of me by the second as tears rolled down my face.

"Fuck-okay, my love, look at me, come on, look at me." Tom nodded, my husband sitting on the bed by my body as he gently took my face into his hands. I choked and bit my lip as I returned the gaze.

"I know that this is scary, sweetheart, I'm scared, and that's okay. But you can do this. We can do this." He nodded.

"No, I can't, Tommy, what if I can't even handle one baby, let alone two, I don't know if I can do this-."

"You can, I know that you can, darling. You have so much love and kindness to give, and that means that you're going to be an amazing mum. You were going to be an amazing mum to one baby, now you'll be an amazing mum to two. You're going to be incredible, okay? It's all going to be okay. We're going to have two beautiful, amazing children, that's so much better than just one. You can do this." He reassured, my husband looking into my eyes with his own beautiful chocolate eyes as his thumbs soothingly rubbed against my cheeks. I choked and nodded, my mind taking in his words and trying to let myself believe them so that my anxiety would go down. After all, Tom was right. Not that it mattered, but this had been a planned pregnancy, meaning that Tom and I had known that we were ready to give our love to a child. The only difference now was that we had love to give to two at the same time. And whilst that was scary, I knew that I wasn't doing it alone. I wasn't doing it alone because I had Tom.

"Okay. Okay, you're right, I can do this. We can do this." I nodded as I spoke quietly. Tom returned the nod and bit his lip as he gave me a small smile.

"Yeah, we can, my love." He reiterated. I gulped and took a deep breath before looking past Tom, and at the midwife.

"I'm ready to start pushing again." I spoke.

"Brilliant, Mrs. Holland. You can do this." She reassured too, making me give her and Tom another small smile as I took his hand, and braced myself for another round of pushing.

I sat in the hospital bed, tears pricking my eyes and my arms gently cradling mine and Tom's baby girl as Tom paced the floor and cradled our son too. Both babies were absolutely perfect, our daughter having arrived shortly after our son, and coming out looking identical to him already as we both cradled them in our arms. Both Tom and I looked up as the door opened, a smile curling onto my lips as Tom's family and Harrison rushed into the room. Their eyes widened as they saw the baby in Tom's arms.

"Aw, look at him! He's so precious!" Nikki gasped as she rushed up to Tom, and put her hand on his arm as she looked down at her grandson.

"Yeah, he is. But...so is his sister." Tom smiled sheepishly. Everyone's eyes widened again and they looked up at Tom. He nodded and stepped to the side, making everyone look at me and the baby also cradled in my arms.

"What the fuck? I thought that you were only having one baby." Sam scoffed.

"So did we, until I gave birth to baby number one, our son, and then got told that I had another baby to deliver. So, we got surprise twins." I chuckled and shrugged.

"Oh, but one of each, how precious, oh my god!" Nikki gushed, making me smile and bite my lip as she rushed to me to also see her granddaughter. I looked back up at Tom, small smiles on both of our lips as he returned the glance. He gave me a wink, making me smile and let my heart fill with love for both my husband and our children. Tom and I had come into the hospital expecting to leave with one baby, and instead would be leaving with two. Sure, it had been a shock, but I was already so in love with both of them that it didn't matter in the slightest. We now had two beautiful children, one boy, and one girl. Our perfect little family was complete.