Requested by SpicyMarvel: Tom and Y/N have been trying for a baby for ages, yet their tests keep coming back negative. Y/N is paranoid and starts to question their fertility, so they have tests and doctor's appointments until they finally get a positive test.

*Hello, my loves, just a note. As the request suggests, this chapter contains some medical language. I want to emphasise that I know NOTHING about medicine and that field of things, so if anyone knows about those kind of things, don't come for me if I've said things wrong lol. Other than that, enjoy :) xoxo*

Tom and I sat on the edge of our bed, tears silently running down both of our faces as I held the negative pregnancy test in between my fingers and Tom looked at it from over my shoulder. This was the fifth negative test that we'd had in the last three months alone, and I had learned by now that no matter how much I willed for a second line to appear, or for the 'not' to disappear from the little window, it wouldn't happen. It never did.

"It's okay, my love, it's okay. We'll try again, we'll keep trying, and next month will be it." Tom nodded, my husband sniffing and also wiping his tears as his chest pressed reassuringly against my back.

"Tommy, come on-."

"It's alright, darling, next month, we'll get a positive-."

"For fucks' sake, Tom!" I cried, everything in me just breaking as I shot up from the bed and rushed into our en-suite.

"Darling!" I choked and shook my head, my entire body feeling broken and empty as I threw the test into the sink before gripping the sides and looking down.

"Come here, my love. Come here." Tom spoke softly as he appeared at my side. I sobbed quietly as I let him gently pull me away from the counter before wrapping his arms around me, me holding onto my husband for dear life as his fingers ran soothingly through my hair.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know that you're frustrated, and that's okay." He spoke gently as he pressed his lips to my hair. Tom and I had been married for three years now, and ever since our honeymoon, we'd been trying to have our first baby together. We'd always wanted to be parents, and young ones at that, hence why we'd gotten married at twenty after two years of dating, and had started trying to get pregnant immediately. The hope had been that by the time we were in our mid twenties, we'd have a house full of little miracles, the pitter patter of tiny feet filling the sound of our forever home. But the universe always had a way of fucking things up, especially for us. Because in the three years of trying, we'd yet to get our first positive pregnancy test. We had figured that because we'd started young, because I had started young, it would be easy for us to have conceived multiple times by now. I had no idea why I hadn't fallen pregnant even once yet, I had regular periods, Tom and I didn't live a particularly stressful life, and as far as we were aware, there would be no reason why Tom wouldn't be fertile. And yet there was something. And I was sick to death of guessing, and not knowing for sure.

"Tommy, I want to go and see a doctor. I want to know why I'm twenty-three, and somehow can't get pregnant." I mumbled as I pulled away from my husband, but only enough so that I could look at him whilst still being in his arms. Tom sighed and nodded, his lips curling into a small yet sorry smile as his eyes flicked over my face.

"Yeah, my love. As much as I hate it, I think that it's reached a point where we need to know what's happening, with both of us." He spoke. I choked and returned his nod, my heart breaking that we were having to resort to this. But there was nothing else to do. And both of us knew that.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound of the clock on the wall rang through my empty head, every second that went by only adding to my anxiety as Tom and I sat in the doctor's office with our hands tightly joined together. Over the last month, Tom and I had both gone through every fertility test under the sun, and so today we were back at the hospital to finally get the results of the tests. And hopefully get some answers as to how we could finally have a baby of our own.

"Darling." I snapped out of my own thoughts at the sound of Tom's voice, making me turn to look at him.

"You okay, my love? You were miles away." He chuckled quietly, though concern was all over his face as his thumb moved soothingly over the back of my hand. I gave him a small smile and nodded.

"Y-yeah, I just...I can't see any good answer to this. Either one or both of us is infertile, and we can never have our own baby, or we're both fine, we're both fertile, we just haven't had luck so far. And we may never have luck. We may be able to have kids, it just...may never meant to be." I whispered, the idea breaking my own heart as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Hey, I promise you that it is meant to be. I promise you, my love, that we're meant to be parents. We're meant to be parents to not just one, but many little miracles. Many of our own little miracles." Tom nodded. I gulped and returned it, everything in me knowing that I just had to trust what the love of my life was saying. There was no other way. We both looked up as the door opened, and the doctor walked in.

"Mr and Mrs Holland, hi. How are we doing today?" She smiled as she sat down on the opposite side of the desk.

"I won't lie, I think that we're both pretty nervous to hear what the results are." Tom spoke as he looked at me, making me bite my lip and nod in agreement.

"And that's perfectly natural, so let's not prolong this any further. We'll start with your results, Mr Holland." She replied. I looked at Tom, making him gulp and nod as he sat up slightly in his chair, our hands still joined as we both looked at the doctor.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Your results look good, Mr Holland. Your count is very healthy, especially for a man your age, so that's not the problem." She confirmed. Tom breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart sank as the doctor's eyes flicked to me. I could already tell where this was going, purely from the apology and dread that was written all over her face.

"Why do I feel like I'm about to be told the opposite?" I whispered, making Tom's eyes waver as he looked at me. The doctor sighed and nodded.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you, Mrs Holland. Your egg count for a twenty-three year old healthy woman is worryingly low. The average woman ovulates about four hundred eggs in her lifetime. But at twenty-three...you don't even have half that number left." She admitted. Her words hit me like a truck, my heart dropping to my feet in an instant as my eyes wavered, and my lips fell open. Tom had the exact same reaction, heartbreak etching onto his face in seconds as he looked at me.

"S-so, um, w-what does that mean? I won't be able to get pregnant, I'll have a harder t-time getting pregnant, what are we looking at here?" I gulped and shook my head as tears already started to leave my eyes. The doctor sighed again, her own eyes full of apology for both of us as they flicked over my face.

"It means that your chances of getting pregnant, even once, are very low. I'm so sorry." She shook her head. I just nodded, tears streaming down both mine and Tom's faces as we both tried our best to process everything that she was saying. That despite all of our dreams to have as many children as was possible...we potentially couldn't even have one.

"Okay, so what can we do? Surely there's something that we can do." Tom gulped.

"You do have a couple of options, one being that you start IVF treatment for more eggs to be released at a time. Mrs Holland, you'll still have a very limited amount of eggs, but more eggs being released with each cycle means that you have a higher chance of getting pregnant. It may only get you one or two pregnancies, if it works, but it's still something. Apart from that, I'm sorry. There are no other biological ways around this." She spoke apologetically.

"Okay. Thank you, doctor. Thank you." Tom nodded, my mind and heart just empty of anything but one thing. And that was anger. Pure. Fucking. Anger.

"If you decide to go down the IVF route, I would love to help you through that journey." She spoke as Tom and I stood up and started to gather our things.

"Thank you, we appreciate it." Tom replied and gave the doctor a small smile, not another word leaving my lips as we left the office. I clenched my jaw in anger as we walked down the corridor, Tom slightly struggling to keep up with me as I raced out of the hospital.

"Darling, are you okay-."

"Don't, Tommy, just don't." I scoffed and shook my head as we got to the car.

"What-."

"Fuck those tests, fuck them. We are having a baby." I nodded as I finally turned to look at him. Tom's eyebrows furrowed, my husband obviously confused as to what I meant as he just stared at me.

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about?" He scoffed and shook his head. I returned the scoff, my mind trying to figure out how to tell Tom what I was feeling as I stared into the eyes that I'd fallen in love with, half a decade ago.

"I'm not letting my shitty egg count stop us from achieving our dream. I don't care if we have to spend all of our money even to get me pregnant once. Fuck what those tests say, and fuck the universe for making me virtually fucking infertile at twenty-three. We will have our own baby." I nodded. Tom looked at me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in shock. But I could tell that it was the good kind. Without another word, he took my face and smashed our lips together. I returned the kiss immediately, both of us smiling and laughing into it as we made the decision to keep trying. Tom broke the kiss and looked at me.

"Fuck it. We keep trying, until we have a baby." He agreed.

"Exactly." I smiled, making him return it as he tightly hugged me.

~One year later~

Sobs uncontrollably left my lips, my entire body shaking as I stared at the line of pregnancy tests that sat on the counter in our en-suite. The line...of positive pregnancy tests. It had been a year since Tom and I had been told that we likely wouldn't be able to get pregnant due to my number of eggs, and since we had decided that we weren't going to stop trying. We had gone for IVF after all, but every round had been unsuccessful. Until now. I had been feeling sick on and off for the last two weeks, and now for the first time ever, my period was late. Something had just felt right about this time, and so I had gone out and had bought every one of those 'ninety-nine percent effective' tests with those electronic windows that told you clearly in words. I had taken all seven that I had bought...and every single one had come back with the same single word in the window. Pregnant. I looked up as I heard the front door open, signalling that Tom was finally home. And our lives were about to start over again.

"Tommy! Tommy!" I screamed, Tom's eyes immediately widening as I ran through to the foyer.

"Fuck-darling, what's wrong, are you okay, what's wrong?" He gulped as he immediately rushed to me and took my tear-soaked face into his hands.

"I need to show you, Tommy, oh my god." I cried, Tom gulping again as I took his hand and hurriedly pulled him back through the apartment.

"Y/N, you're scaring me, what's going on?" He asked again, but I said nothing as we got to the bathroom.

"Look, Tommy, look." I shook my head as I grabbed the pregnancy tests, and shoved them into his hands. His eyes widened immediately, all but one test dropping to the floor as he scrambled to read it. Tom's eyes widened further as he read the word, tears immediately pricking his orbs as he saw the test.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god." He choked and shook his head as he dropped to his knees and started to grab each test to look at it. I also dropped to the floor, my eyes glued to Tom to see his reactions as tears left our eyes rapidly.

"We finally did it. You're pregnant, you're actually pregnant." He cried as he raised his head to look back at me. I smiled and nodded, my heart so full of love for both Tom and our unborn child as we stared into each other's eyes.

"We're going to have a baby." I whispered with a nod. Tom laughed and shook his head as he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. I returned the hug with all of my being, my body cradled in Tom's lap as we cried into each other's bodies. But for the first time, it was tears of happiness.

"I love you, darling. I love you so fucking much. And I love our baby just as much. I can't wait to meet them." Tom sobbed into my hair.

"I can't wait either, Tommy. I can't wait either." I whispered, my heart full for the first time in my life. And I couldn't wait to meet the little miracle that had made that happen.