Word count: 1380
Description: A series following your pregnancy with Tom.

A/n I think this is going to be a five part series, but nothing's final😂 Also, I wrote this when I was exhausted. I had class, then I went straight to work, had piano afterwards, and for some reason thought it a good idea to write an imagine... so it's probably really sloppy😬 but it is a double update day, soooooo 😱

You were quite a famous actress. Your role as Jessica Drew, or Spider-Woman in the MCU when you were just nineteen skyrocketed your career. On the set of one of your countless Marvel films, you met and fell in love with none other than Tom Holland. Fitting of course, that the spiderlings attract. After three years of dating, the two of you were married in a beautiful, and have lived in blissful matrimony for the past two years.

You were best friend, spouses, and each other's greatest supporters. You told each other everything. Or almost everything. Because you had kept one thing from your husband. Your aching desire for a child. You knew that Tom wanted them obviously, but the two of you had agreed that you'd wait until you both had an empty schedule, so filming and press tours didn't negatively affect the pregnancy. And as it happened, you and Tom had just wrapped on the latest project that you completed together. You played a husband and wife who were spies. It was a thrilling film, but arduous, consuming the majority of your time, not to mention the physical element involved.

Relaxing on the sofa in your London home for the first time in ages, you turned on the television. Tom ran his hand gently through your hair as you breathed deeply. You tensed up as a commercial for pregnancy tests came on. You prayed Tom didn't notice. But then again...

"Tommy love?"

"Yes darling?" Tom asked, turning his face towards you, smiling as soon as your eyes met.

"Have you thought about... children?" You asked hesitantly.

"Of course," he smiled, repositioning himself, to face you better. "I think about our children all the time.... you know I always thought that'd we'd have four kids. Two girls, then two boys."

You suppressed a grin from forming on your face. "Well when would you want them?" You hinted, fishing for one answer: now.

"We always said that we'd wait until we weren't filming anything... we aren't busy now," he pointed out, blushing, "but I don't want to pressure you!"

"For Heaven's sake Thomas! I've been trying my best to patiently wait until the timing was right for two years! You aren't pressuring me," you laughed, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"So then... we're trying?" He asked you, the corners of his lips raising to his ears, a goofy smirk on his face.

"Yes," you whispered, kissing him again.

Two weeks later

After agreeing that you would be trying, you were over the moon. Even though you expected your period any day, you weren't overly stressed. After all, you had only just started trying, it would be a miracle if you had become pregnant already. You and Tom had sat down to breakfast, discussing plans for the day, when Tom's phone buzzed.

"That's odd..." he muttered, looking down. "It's my agent, I better take this." Walking out of the room, you heard a muffled voice from the other room, wondering what must have happened. When Tom returned to the room a few minutes later, a look of confusion, and uncertainty was plastered across his cute little face.

"What?" You chuckled, as he sat back down, anxiously gnawing on his lip.

"I was just offered the role of James Bond." He said quietly, tentatively looking up at you.

"That's amazing Tom! Oh my goodness! Wait... why are you not celebrating?" You started jumping up and down, but pausing when you saw the look on his face.

"I thought we were trying... I told my agent I'd get back to them but... but I think I'm gonna turn it down."

"Then you'd be a fucking idiot." You stated dryly, drawing his chin up with your pointer finger. "This is your dream role. You are not giving it up. Besides, I'm not even pregnant yet. We can always wait." You smiled sadly at him.

"But I wanted a baby... and I know you did too," tears were starting to well in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

"Well then..." you huffed, "Who says we can't do both? After all, really I'm the only one who has to have a clear schedule. It would be a bit difficult for me to film an action film seven months in, but there's nothing stopping you." You chuckled, lightly drawing your hands through his curls.

"But I want to be there for you... if you have to endure nine months of throwing up, and an aching back, and discomfort, and whatever else comes with it, then I need to be able to support you."

"Tommy, you can still support me whilst filming. I'm not suggesting that I stay here while you film, I'll go with. Besides, in all reality, it could take months for us to get pregnant, and you wouldn't miss a thing," you put on a brave face, pulling your husband up into a hug.

"I'm gonna be James Bond!" He whispered gleefully.

Two weeks later

The new Bond movie was filming in Paris, and started immediately. So, you and Tom found a place to rent there, packed up your bags, and got on a plane. You would normally be excited to be staying in Paris, but your arrival was clouded by a terrible flu you'd caught. Almost everyday you were throwing up, and just the mere thought of certain foods was disgusting, sending you in a scurry to the loo.

While Tom was away filming, you began attempting to make the flat that would be your residency for the next few months feel more like home. As you began to unpack your personal belongings and toiletries, you noticed something. A box of tampons you'd brought with you, for the obvious reasons of course. And that's when it hit you: you hadn't had your period well over a month. In all the chaos involving the move, you hadn't thought about it.

And that's when you put two and two together. The throwing up, the weird cravings, and the fact that you and Tom had had unprotected sex... you were pregnant.

But before getting your hopes up too much, you quickly walked out, in search of the nearest chemist. Grabbing a handful of various pregnancy tests, you purchased your items, hoping nobody would see or recognise you. Once you arrived back at the flat, you drank a large glass of water, before peeing on the sticks.

Waiting five minutes, you checked them. Each, and every single one of them said positive. You gasped in astonishment. You were going to have a baby.

Tom came home that evening tired and grumpy. It had been a long day at work, and he was hungry and tired, which made him extra agitated. He mumbled a 'hello' then retreated to your room. You made him supper, a nice Shepard's Pie, and while he munched away, you decided to tell him.

"Thomas..." you said, his head shooting up, attempting (but failing) a smile.

"Yes love?"

"...I'm pregnant." You grinned up at him. Dropping his fork into a pile of mashed potatoes and his jaw to the floor, he looked at you stunned.

"A-actually? You're for sure?"

"I took like five tests." You laughed, as he stood up, walking over to you, lifting you out of your seat. He just hugged you, his face in your hair, for minutes. When he finally looked up there were tears in his eyes, and he kissed you sloppily, again and again.

"We're gonna have a baby!" He chuckled joyfully, as you showed him the tests.

A/n sooooo I have a bunch of ideas for the pregnancy announcement. Comment for which one you want:

1. Instagram live a sonogram (I think this would be really cute😍)
2. Accidentally announce it on a livestream
3. Kylie Jenner it
4. Just like, post a picture of an ultrasound or test or something on social media.

Comment and vote😘