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Description: continuation of the Pregnancy Series!

You smiled to yourself in the mirror, pulling a tight jumper down snuggly over the little bump growing on your tummy. Feeling a strong pair of arms caress your stomach, your eyes met Tom's in the mirror.

"You look beautiful." He whispered, pecking your cheek. You turned around, putting two hands on his chest, shaking your head.

"You need to get your eyes checked Mr. Holland." You laughed lightly,walking into the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you. You were know sixteen weeks pregnant, so your baby was roughly the size of an avocado. You and Tom were about to head to an ultrasound, and you could barely hold back your excitement.

"And you're sure you don't want to know the gender?" Tom asked gently as you passed him a bowl of porridge.

"I-I want to be surprised." You stated, and Tom nodded his head. "And we're going to announce it today?" You grinned at him, excited at the prospect of being open with your fans about your pregnancy, or rather, no longer living in fear that a trip to the store would end up with your pregnancy plastered all over page six.

"I think the plan's perfect." Tom smiled back, contentedly munching on his oatmeal.

Once you both finished your breakfast, Tom grabbed the keys to your car, and ushered you out to the garage. You took with you a puffy jacket that you hoped you wouldn't need to use for privacy. Holding it as a shield against your little stomach, you relaxed in the nice leather seats. Your relaxation was halted though, by the flash of cameras. They had waited for you by the garage door. There weren't too many, but enough to make you uncomfortable.

Turning your cheek so you were looking inwards, you heard Tom press the horn a bunch of times, trying to clear the way.

"Where are you two headed?"

"Are you going to the new James Bond set?"

"Are the rumours concerning Y/n's pregnancy true?"

Your eyes filled up with tears. God you had always hated the paps. How they didn't respect your privacy, their only concern was to sell photos, leaving out context entirely. Tom looked over at you, removing one hand from the wheel to clutch yours. He knew you were scared of them, so he aggressively drove away, leaving them to scurry out of the car's path.

When you finally made it out, Tom sighed.

"Are you alright love?"

"Yeah I'm good," you wiped the corner of your eyes, "I just always get so nervous."

"I know babe. But they can't hurt you," Tom comforted you, rubbing small circles on the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb.

"How do they know about the pregnancy?" You whimpered, feeling tears rise in your eyes again.

"I don't know Y/n. But darling everything is going to be okay. C'mon just remember how excited you were for the sonogram!" Tom smiled, in attempts to cheer you up.

"That is pretty exciting," you agreed, staying calm for the rest of the ride.

When you finally arrived at the hospital, your worry grew as you looked frantically at all the signs in French. You had gone to a smaller hospital for your checkups, where nearly everyone spoke English. But for this, you had to go to a large, busy hospital.

"Wh-where do we-I'm so lost." You stuttered, but Tom guided you to a wheelchair, placing you down in it.

"I've got it all taken care of love. This is Anne, our personal nurse who is fluent in both English and French," he motioned to a young woman. When you look at him with a face of astonishment, he simply chuckles, "I told you I'd take care of everything!"

And while you might have had your nerves eased in terms of the language barrier, you were still worried about people's reactions when you announced it today. You had told nobody. Not your parents, friends, siblings. It was your sweet little secret between you and Tom for over three and a half months, and you were finally coming clean with it.

You settled into the reclined chair, pulling up the hem of your jumper, exposing the tiny bump.

"This is going to feel a little cold," the nurse translated for you, as a thick gel was squirted over your tummy. Taking out a little monitor-thingy, the doctor moved it around your bump.

"Why is there no heart beat?" You asked worriedly, panic rising in your voice.

"She hasn't turned the sound on yet," the nurse assured you, as Tom gripped your hand.

"Should we start it?" He questioned, as he handed you your phone. Smiling you nodded. You opened your phone, starting a livestream.

"Okay, let's just wait for a few people to arrive," You said, immediately seeing numerous usernames popping up on the screen. "So Tom," you moved the screen so he was in it, giving a short wave, "and I are at the hospital - no everything's alright," you laughed, seeing many concerned comments, "actually, we just thought that you'd like to see... this." You flipped the camera screen so it was showing the ultrasound. The doctor turned on the sound, and a fast beating sound filled your ears.

Everything around you froze. All that was left was you and your baby, you stared at the ultrasound, seeing the outline of a head, and a little torso. You gasped at it, smiling. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you were brought back to reality. You looked up at Tom, with tears in his eyes.

Chuckling, you turned the camera on him, "Tom's crying," you kissed his hand.

"I am," he admitted, wiping his eyes, "I'm just so unbelievably happy." Tears filled your eyes as well, as you got back in the camera screen.

"So I'm sixteen weeks pregnant right now, and we don't know the gender of the baby, we're just going to wait. Sorry for not telling you guys, but it was kinda nice having a part of our life private for once. But we promise we'll update you guys now!" You explained, scanning the congratulatory comments. Tom leaned down, kissing your neck, waving to the screen.

"Okay bye for now!" You turned off the livestream, to see that you had about twenty texts already, from your friends and family. Ignoring them, you looked up at your husband. "This feels like a dream."

"A very, very happy dream." Tom murmured into your hair.

The nurse continued to translate the doctor's words, telling you that your baby was perfectly healthy.

The two of you left with feelings of euphoria, which quickly vanished, when you pulled up to your garage to see a crowd of paparazzi quadruple the size that is was earlier.

"Are you coming back from the sonogram?"

"Is the baby Tom's?"

"Will you have the baby in Paris?"

"Y/n! Tom! Over here!"

Cars started to pile up behind you, honking. Tom held a hand up in defeat, as if saying "what am I supposed to do?". Honking at the paps didn't do anything, and cars started to swerve around you, gasping when they looked in the windows.

"What are we going to do? They aren't budging!" You groaned after a few minutes of trying to make your way through the crowd.

"I have... no fucking clue." Tom sighed, tooting the horn sharply. Rolling the window down, he leaned his head out, "would you all please move?"

"How long have you known about the pregnancy?" They questioned, running even closer to the car. You sunk bank into your seat, trying to shield your face.

"Please leave." You whispered to them, looking anxiously at Tom. His features softened as he turned to you.

"I'll take care of this darling." He put the car in park, getting out. Luckily, you had been able to push them back enough that you were in the driveway of the parking garage, as opposed to the street. Tom stormed over, yelling at them. "You are this close to trespassing on private property! Please, just let us get through!" He continued to demand their absence, until finally they left. Opening his door again, he pecked you softly on the lips. "I'm so sorry love."

"Thank you Tom. I mean it. And not just this. You've been so supportive through these past weeks, no matter what shit you go through at work." You smiled at him happily, as you made your way through the garage.

Tom parked the car, rushing over to help you out. "And you're sure you're alright?" He asked you, as you entered your flat.

"Yeah, you know, I just don't like the paps. They can be so intrusive, I can't help but be worried about things. But I'm more than fine right now," you rubbed small circles around your belly, and Tom led you to the sofa, turning on a movie. You were cocooned in his arm when your phone rang. It was your parents. "I should take this." You kissed your husband, standing up. Life couldn't get any better.