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[girlboypersonthingy]

request for sal fisher x reader!! so idea one, coffee shop au, sal works at reader's fave coffee shop and they fall in lovee. or second ideaa reader is popular cheerleader who developes a crush on sal.

YEESSSSSSS FINALLYYYYYYY MY FIRST SALLY FACE REQUEST! I’m stoked rn 😆 I’m so in love with Sal, it’s not normal ✨ I’m obsessed with the barista x regular, daily customer trope, fuck yeah! Too cute! Enjoy~

TW: none really, just very fluffy and silly

Notes: Posted recently about how I wanted to write more fics where reader has a stutter bc I have a stutter so reader stutters in this fic 🥹 ah my heart is so full. Also, trying to write out how I stutter is very difficult…

UPDATE: part 2 is in the works!

Sal x reader- Coffee Shop AU ☕️💙

Coffee is a must. Coffee is a necessity. You just can’t function without it. So, of course that’s your first stop of the day every morning before you get started with your day. It’s worth getting up 30 minutes earlier just to sit and enjoy some caffeine and maybe a little snack while listening to music, checking emails, staring out the window, same old same old. It was a very repetitive start to your day…and you’re not sure if you like that or not. It is kind of nice to have a set routine every day and know what to expect each morning but…it’s quickly growing old. Maybe you should change up your drink order? Maybe sit in a different spot? Maybe both? We’ll see.

As you open the double doors of the coffee shop and step inside, warm air rushes up to you as does the smell of coffee, sweet syrups and savory pastries. Normally, you walk straight up to the counter, knowing exactly what you want. Depending on who takes your order, they even sometimes know your usual drink and know you by name. But today, you’re gonna change it up, remember? So let’s take a look at the drink menu, let’s look at the other food options too.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Morning! Just give me sec. I’ll be right with you.” A familiar voice calls out to you, a worker who you interact with often. He was nice, patient and polite. “Okay!” You stood up at the register now, patiently waiting as you tried to recite your new order in your head, making sure you get it all out correctly. Your phone buzzes, catching your attention for a split second. You glance down to check your notifications just as you hear that same familiar voice call out, “Sal! Sorry, dude. I’m trying to fix this faucet. Can you get that customer-“ And before the barista could continue, a deeper voice interrupted. “Yeah, I gotchu. No worries.”

As soon as this new barista was face to face with you, all thoughts of coffee went out the window. Wow. Geez. This is a lot to take in at once. His voice is…so nice. He’s got really cool hair. Is he…wearing a mask? Your eyes fell to his hands, his big hands with nails painted a deep blue color. Then you looked back to his face. His mask? His…face???

“Uh…you ready to order?” He speaks up, making you nearly gasp. “Y-yes, I’m sorry. Uh…can I get the w-….“ Just breathe. “Sorry, the w-w-“ The long pauses between your stuttering make him reach up and touch his cheek before softly mumbling, “It’s okay. It’s a prosthetic…if that’s what’s tripping you up.” He gestures to his face and now you’re blushing furiously, mostly because you’re embarrassed and a bit ashamed for staring but also holy shit, his voice is so nice.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m-m-“ And your confidence is slipping away every second you stand here, pathetically crumbling apart in front of this amazingly overwhelming stranger.

“Are you n-new?” You’re almost shouting now, unable to control your nerves. He nods, his blue hair shifting along with his movements. “I thought so. I mean, you’re doing great! I’ve just never seen you…before.” You notice his eyes squint, making you smile a bit. “Yeah, just started a couple days ago. I worked at a few different coffee shops before this so I kinda know the ropes. But, yeah this place is cool.” You nod along, nervously tapping your fingers on the counter. “Do you…usually work mornings?” You inquire, knowing that’s when you usually visit the shop. “Uh-huh” He nods again, leaning against the counter that separates you two. “Cool. Cool. Cool. Awesome. Then I’ll be seeing you often. I come in the m-m…early.” The way you cope with being stuck on a word, just using a synonym that is easier to say, earns a soft laugh from him, making your knees buckle under you because what a fucking cutie he is. Face or no face, doesn’t matter because everything else about him is so charming.

“So, uh…your order?” He pushes off the counter and looks at the computer screen in front of him, waiting for your response. You end up ordering your usual, excluding the food. You’re just too shaken up, too nervous, too excited to focus. Whatever. “And your name?” He finally looks back to you, and now you’re noticing his eyes. He’s got one bright blue eye and one that’s a more grayed out blue color.

“(Y/N).” You finally utter your name, watching as he writes it on your cup. “Cool. I’ll have it right up over there for you.” He points at the other end of the counter before walking off with your cup. Now, normally you’d go sit at the table in the corner near the big window but today, you just had to sit closer to where all the action took place. You were so intrigued by him, what a strange boy, not like anyone you’ve ever met before. You didn’t even know his name. Damn, you should’ve got his name…

“(Y/N)!” The same boy clouding up your mind calls out your name as he sets a cup down on the counter, staying in his spot as you shakily approach him. As you grab your cup, your eyes frantically search his shirt and apron for a name tag but there wasn’t one. “Have a good one.” As he turns, you panic and just blurt it out. “Whats your name?” And now your voice has him spinning on his heels, his hands quickly get shoved into his apron pockets. “Sal. Some people call me Sally.” And all you can do is stare again.

Sal. That’s nice~

“Thanks, Sal. I’ll see you tomorrow then, maybe?” “Yeah, same time, same place.” They eye contact lingers for just a moment and now it feels nearly impossible not to squeeze the cup in your hand and crush it completely, he’s just really getting to you right now. “Okay, cool. Have a good one.” As your voice begins to crack and betray you even further, you turn and book it out of there.

What a nice change in pace, though. Finally, something new, something different, something to look forward to. Someone to look forward to.

The next morning, you can’t wait to see him again. You want to know more about him, you need to hear his voice some more and, you must confess, you’re just dying to know more about his prosthetic and what’s underneath. Not that you’d ever rush him or pressure him into telling or showing you. But maybe you could casually mention it, test the waters…

“Morning, Sal!” You shout as you enter, heading right up to your new favorite morning person who’s already standing at the register waiting for you. “Good morning. The usual? Or are you switching it up today?” You could tell he was smiling under the prosthetic just by the way he spoke. “The usual, please.” He gets to work writing on the cup then suddenly turns away with it. “H-hey, wait! You didn’t charge me-“ “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, it’s on me today.”

You’re a bit taken aback. “What? Why?” You ask with a small smile, watching as he shrugs. “You’re just really nice to me. I appreciate it.” And he’s off to work on your drink before the conversation can continue. You’re gonna have to literally cover your face with your hands to hide your sappy, goofy, love struck expression from him.

You sit at a table close to the bar where Sal is currently grinding up fresh espresso. Everything about him is so nice to look at- the way his arms move and flex as he works, the way he carefully tips his head to the side and wipes it against his sleeve to remove any sweat, the way he focuses as he pours your drink right to the top of the cup.

Soon after, he leans across the counter to set your drink down, his eyes watching as you saunter up quickly. “Thanks, Sal.” Is all you have the courage to say right now but Sal is starting to feel the connection too. He wants to know more about you too, wants to know why you seem so shy and flustered around him, why you’re so nice and polite to him when so many other customers treat him like a freak.

“Can I…sit with you for a bit? I’m about to go on a break.” Sal’s smiling so big under his mask at the stunned expression you’re wearing right now. “Of course! Sure!” Sal follows behind you as you walk to your usual table in the corner, slowly removing his apron. You both sit quietly for a moment.

“So, are m-most the customer not very nice to you? I mean, you said I’m nice to you but I figured I was just being as decent as most people.” Your voice has him stiffening up in his seat. “Yeah, I guess most people don’t take too kindly to blue haired, masked guys who are in charge of making their food and drinks.” “I thought it was a prosthetic?” “It is.” “Right.”

A short period of silence again. “So…what happened? If you don’t mind me asking.” He figured that question was coming soon but he didn’t think it would be this soon. Sal strangely feels comfortable with you though, like he’s known you for much longer than a day so he decides to take a chance on you, see how you respond.

“I was attacked by a dog. Well, that’s the easy version of the story.” With a nod and a consoling smile, you think it’s best to leave it at that and change the topic but Sal just keeps going. “I was uh…I actually…” But the words won’t come out, he can’t bring himself to say it. How does one casually mention they were shot in the face?

“Hey, I’m sorry I asked. Let’s just forget it.” A reassuring smile graces your lips as you watch him look down at his own lap. “I think more people have actually seen my face than heard the story of what happened to it.” “That’s okay. I won’t ask again, promise. And…I’m sorry about whatever you had to go through.”

Your sweet words of reassurance and comfort send his heart into an abnormal rhythm as his mouth suddenly goes dry. Why are you so fucking nice? He can’t handle how sweet and kind and nice and considerate and adorable you are. He’s like 99% sure you’re just really really nice but not into him romantically, and he’s 110% sure you’re waayyyy out of his league. He might as well give up now.

Most mornings, you saw Sal at work, sometimes you didn’t. The more you two interact, the more relaxed you find yourself becoming around him. But even then, you can’t help but feel like maybe you are just romanticizing these interactions. Sure, he’s nice but he’s at work, he kinda has to be. Yeah, he talks to you for a bit at the register but that’s kinda part of the job. Maybe you’re in over your head.

Regardless, you enter the store once again, smiling uncontrollably when you catch a glimpse of his blue hair as he rushes behind the counter. As the bell of the front door chimes, Sal’s head pops up as he looks over. “Morning, (Y/N). How are you?” He continues emptying the trash can in front of him as he looks back and forth between you and the task at hand. “I’m good. How are you, Sally?” A deep sigh leaves him as he lifts the crammed trash bag out of the bin. “Busy. Short staffed. Ready to go home.” All you can offer him is a pouty bottom lip and a hum of sympathy as you near the register. “Aww. I’m sorry. I’ll make it easy for you, okay? I’ll take my usual, here’s the cash for whenever you’re ready and keep the change. Take your time, too! I’m in no rush.” You slide your money across the counter towards him.

And at that, you go to your usual spot in the corner near the window, staring outside as you daydream. Not too long later, you’re startled by Sal setting your drink on the table in front of you. “Oh! Thank you. That was nice, you didn’t have to bring it all the way over here.” You look up at him and notice a change in his body language- he can be hard to read due to his deadpan prosthetic so you’ve learned to examine his body language and tone of voice as indicators of his mood. He’s not looking at you, instead looking out the window past you, he looks like he’s more closed in on himself, more unsure of himself. Weird…

“You okay, Sal-“ “I’m going on break! See ya later.” He zips off to the break room before you can get another word in. Geez, maybe he’s just having a really bad day. Maybe he just wants to be left alone. So, you decide to cut your stay short and get going. As you stand and reach out for your cup, you notice he had brought you a napkin too. Being the good person you are, you reach to grab it and take it to the trash but then you notice…Oh god…oh. my. god. No way. He wrote his NUMBER ON THE NAPKIN AND HOLY SHIT YOU MIGHT COLLAPSE DIE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.

You can’t help but glance up and towards the break room where Sal had just run off to, seeing him and his other coworker both peeking around the corner to see your reaction. With cheeks as red as pomegranate and a smile so big it hurts, you exaggeratedly stuff the napkin in your pocket before giving him a wave. “See you tomorrow, Sally~”

Don’t worry, as you walk out of the shop and start giggling wildly with your heart beating a million miles an hour, Sal is sliding down the wall in the break room as he clenches his shirt in his hand, literal heart eyes for you right now.

You haven’t even seen his face but you accepted his number? Shiiitttt…he’s got it baddddd for you.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

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[farfromtommy]

world’s best surprise // tom holland

A/N: My first fic!!!! I got really carried away with this one and was too excited to write this. Let me know what you think!! Maybe I’ll do a part 2 to this if it does well. 

A/N 2: hello. i’ve been thinking abt this fic for a while and how ROUGH it is. it was my first fic and i was all over the place w it. i decided that i wanted to rewrite it. i loved the concept and what i had initially written was a great idea but def needed some touching up. so the version you are currently reading is the EDITED REWRITTEN version. i also rewrote part 2. thank u for reading. i hope if you read this the first time, you enjoy it just as much the 2nd time. 

My requests are open! 

Summary: y/n and tom find out they’re expecting 

Warnings: vomiting/morning sickness, references to adulty time n some making out but no actual smut, talk of blood and bodily fluids, overwhelming FLUFF

Word Count: 3,000

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PART 2 

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You woke up to the god awful ring of your alarm. The sun spilled through your curtains and filled the corners of your bedroom. You rolled over to shut off your phone and check what you missed overnight. Social media and news notifications filled your lock screen and you were just about to lock your screen until a text message from Tom caught your eye. 

From: Tommy 💙

good morning, darling. You should be up for work any moment now and I just wanted to wish you an amazing day. 

I’ll be at yours by the time you get home. I’ll have dinner ready. I love you so much. ❤️

To: Tommy 💙

I’m so excited to see you tonight, you don’t even know. 

I love you so much. I’ll see you later. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Tom never failed to put your smile on your face the first thing in the morning, whether he was with you or not. You preferred seeing his face first thing, but his texts would do for now. 

You rolled out of bed to start getting ready for your insane day at work. A day full of meetings, conference calls and emails was not something to look forward to, but knowing Tom would be here when you got home made it worth it. Starting your morning with your usual cup of coffee was a must. You brewed your usual pot and made it the way you liked. 

The second your first sip touched your tongue you felt a strong wave of nausea and dizziness washed over your whole body. You gripped the edge of the marble counter and squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for it to pass. When you came to, you set your mug in the sink and went to get ready. Weird, you thought. You settled for some water and a banana and decided to get ready for work. 

When you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards your office you started to feel your stomach churn again. You gave a tight lipped smile to your assistant and walked into your office and shut the door behind you. You sat in your chair with your trash can in front of you, just in case. A sigh left your mouth as you sat up slowly and hoped this was not going to be an all day thing. You ate a granola bar slowly, hoping a bit of food would settle your stomach. 

You opted to stay in your office for lunch to avoid throwing up in front of everyone you work with. Around 1 you started getting ready to head to a meeting, when you stood up the nausea returned but at full force. You grabbed your trashcan and hurled the contents of your stomach into it. You wiped your mouth and set the trash can down when you felt that you were done. Grabbing a piece of gum from your purse you walked out of your office made your way to the meeting. You hoped to God that whatever was wrong with you would settle down until you left for work. 

As you were gathering your things to leave you received a message from Tom. 

From: Tommy 💙

Dinner will be ready soon, so I hope you’re on your way out. I picked up Tessa from mum’s on my way here. We’re both very excited to see you. Travel safe, I’ll see you soon. 

To: Tommy 💙

I hoped you were going to pick her up. I haven’t seen her since I had dinner with your parents last week. 

I may have missed her more than I missed you … ;)

I’m heading out now. Love youuuuuuu 

From: Tommy 💙

I cannot believe what I just read. Does Tess make you dinner? No. Does Tess have the most incredible sex with you? NO. I do. So disrespectful. 

I love you, too. Even if you love my dog more than you love me. 

You chuckled at your phone as you walked out of your office. You said goodnight to your assistant and everyone you saw on your way out. The excitement to see Tom took over your mind as you made your way out the door as quickly as possible. It had been a long few weeks since you had seen him. 

Tom heard the jingle of your keys and the lock turning from the kitchen. He ran to meet you at the door. You barely had time to set your bag down and kick off your shoes before you were wrapped in Tom’s arms. His arms found their way around your body and his head buried itself in your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he picked you up off the ground slightly. 

“I missed you so much, my love. You don’t even know.” You heard his whisper against your neck. It had been too long since you had seen each other, you lost count of the days. He set you down and pulled his face from your neck and placed his hands on the sides of your face. He planted the sweetest kiss on your lips and you smiled into it. No matter how long you were apart, your love for each other never wavered. 

You stood there for a minute refusing to break apart until you heard soft whines coming from Tessa. You pulled back and placed a quick kiss to his cheek before squatting down and loving on your favorite girl. Tom walked back into the kitchen to finish plating your dinner.

“How was work? Anything exciting happen?” He asked, bringing your plates out and setting them on the table. You walked further into the apartment and saw your favorite flowers in a vase in the middle of your coffee table and a few lit candles scattered around. 

“It was okay. Just some meetings and answering emails. The usual.” You sat down across from Tom and smiled at him. “This looks great, Tommy. Thank you.” He grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it softly as you ate together. 

As you were washing the few dishes you had dirtied from dinner, Tom came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and just stood there, taking in the smell of the perfume that lingered on your skin. When you finished you dried your hands and turned around to meet Tom’s eyes. 

He stared back into your Y/E/C eyes and leaned in for a kiss. He couldn’t get enough of the way your lips felt against his and how they seemed to fit together. You stood there for a few minutes just taking in the taste of each other. You ran your fingers through his hair at the nap of his neck, just the way you knew drove him mad. 

The kissing turned into making out as you moved to the couch. You straddled Tom’s lap as he sat on the grey couch. Your legs on either side of his thighs and hands cupping his face. his hands glued to your sides, rubbing them up and down under your shirt. You both were in for a long night, both of you craving each other's touch after being deprived of it for so long. 

“Bedroom?” Tom whispered as he moved his lips to your jaw and down your neck. All you could do was nod your head. 

~

The only thing covering your body was your sheet when you woke up the next morning.  You had about 5 seconds of pure bliss before you felt vomit rising from your stomach. You threw the sheet back and bolted to the bathroom. You heard Tom mumble incoherently as you threw the bathroom door open and released the contents of your stomach into the bowl. 

Tom came rushing in behind you and dropped to the floor with you. He rubbed your back and pulled your hair back as best as he could. He whispered to you gently as you dry heaved into the toilet. After a few minutes you brought your head up and Tom caught your body as you leaned towards him. 

“Did dinner not agree with you?” He asked you quietly as he continued to rub his hand along your bare back. 

“No, I think i caught a bug or something. I felt like this yesterday and threw up after lunch.” You said back, keeping your eyes closed trying to focus on not throwing up again. 

“I’m gonna grab your phone and call your assistant. You should stay home today. Give yourself a long weekend to try and get over this.” He moved you to rest against the tub and left the bathroom, returning a few minutes later.

“She’s going to handle everything today. She also is going to clear your schedule for Monday, just in case we need to take you to see a doctor. We’ll get you feeling better, lovey.” Tom sat down in front of you and rubbed the leg you had extended in front of you. All you could do was muster a nod and whispered thank you to him. 

You were sitting in the shower for a while, feeling better under the cool water. You wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way back into your room. Tom had set a small bin on your side of the bed, along with water and crackers on your nightstand. He always took such good care of you when you weren’t feeling well. He did everything he could do to make you feel better. 

~

Monday morning rolled around and you had not gotten any better. You haven't been able to keep anything down all weekend. Tom grew more concerned as the weekend progressed and you had shown no signs of improvement. You agreed to let him take you to your doctor, completely over feeling so miserable. He called as soon as the office opened and was able to get you an appointment for later that day. 

He sat with you in the waiting room, waiting for your name to be called. The room wouldn’t stop spinning long enough for you to fill out your paperwork, so Tom had done it all for you. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to keep from getting sick all over the waiting room. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” A nurse called out. Tom stood and helped you up, and made your way towards the nurse. 

“My name is Elizabeth. I’m going to get some information from you before you see Dr. Collins.” The nurse said as she shut the door to the exam room. Tom helped you onto the table and brought a chair to sit next to you. 

“What brought you in here today?” Elizabeth asked and sat down in a chair in front of you. 

“I’ve been throwing up non stop since Thursday. I haven’t been able to keep any foods or liquids down since then. I’m nauseous and dizzy most of the day.” You said as Tom rubbed your back, trying to settle you down. 

“Okay. Well let’s run some tests to eliminate some of the reasons you may not be feeling well. It may be a case of food poisoning, but let's make sure it’s nothing serious. I’m just going to take your blood pressure and all of that before we draw some blood and get a urine sample. Dr. Collins will be in here to ask a few more questions while we run those.” She stood up and walked towards you. You nodded your head and followed her instructions as best as you could. Dr. Collins had come in a few minutes after Elizabeth left to ask you a few questions. 

“Alright, last one. What was the date of your most recent period?” She asked. You opened your mouth to answer her, but drew a blank when you thought about it. 

“The end of May? Maybe? I talked to my gynecologist about getting off the pill and looking into an IUD or an implant. I finished the last pill a few days before he left for work for a couple months. She told me it’ll take time for everything to adjust.” You said, looking back at your calendar to try and remember. 

“Were you active after you stopped taking the pill?” She asked. 

“Yes, but we used a condom.” You looked over at Tom and he nodded to you and your doctor. 

“Alright then. The blood and urine test both include a pregnancy test, so we’ll take a look at that just in case. But it sounds like we shouldn’t have to worry about that. Everything should be ready in a little bit. I’ll be back once we get those results” She stood up and made her way to the door, giving you a smile as she left. 

You released a breath you had held when she said pregnancy test. There’s no way. You and Tom were always so careful when it came to contraception. You were adamant about condoms before you started taking birth control. Condoms break, you knew that. But there was no way. You were always careful.

~

Your head shot up as you heard a knock on the door and Dr. Collins walked in. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety as she sat down and looked through the papers she had brought with her. 

“So Y/N, your bloodwork and the urinalysis does show high levels of hCG which tells me that you are pregnant. It could’ve happened for any number of reasons. But both tests are giving positives for pregnancy. We do have an ultrasound tech here so we can go ahead and do your preliminary workup and have everything transferred to your gynecologist and they can handle everything after that.” You just stared at her in disbelief and managed to mumble out a “Sure”. She said her congratulations and walked out of the room. 

“Well shit.” You heard Tom breathe out from next to you. 

“Oh my god, Tom. I’m so sorry, oh my god.” You gasped and brought a hand to your mouth, tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Darling, it’s okay. Don’t apologize, this is not your fault. We’re going to be okay. This isn’t a bad thing, lovey.” Tom stood up and pulled your body into his. You gripped the front of his t-shirt as your tears fell. 

“Tom, we talked about having kids in a few years, not now. Your career is at its peak right now. My place is barely enough for me, you and Tessa and we can’t ask the boys to let us bring a baby into their lives. What are we gonna do, Tommy? We aren’t ready for a baby.” You cried out. 

“Y/N. Look at me.” He grabbed your shoulders and forced you to look at him. “My love, we are going to be just fine. You do not need to worry about my career, I care more about you and our family. I know it’s not what we planned, but screw the plan. You are going to be such an amazing mum to this baby and we’ll do the best we can.” You knew he was right. You always talked about starting a family with him. 

You had brought it up when you asked him what he thought about starting to look for houses. You have been together for so long, it was going to happen one day. You just nodded at him and shut your eyes. You rested a hand on your stomach and took deep breaths, calming yourself down. 

“Miss Y/L/N? I’m Kate, the ultrasound tech. I’m here to do your ultrasound and initial workup. Are we all set?” You looked at the woman poking her head through the door and nodded for her to come in. Tom took his place next to you again and laced his fingers with yours. 

~

You sat in the passenger seat of Tom’s car, staring at the ultrasound picture resting in your lap. 

13 weeks pregnant

In 27 weeks you were going to have a baby. You couldn’t believe that you were 3 months pregnant, and had no idea. This time next year, you and Tom were going to have a baby. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Tom placed his hand on your thigh and asked if you were up to stop at the store for some things. You said it was fine and continued to stare at the picture. 

You stopped and picked up some groceries for the 2, well, 3 of you. You had wandered into the multivitamin section, looking for the prenatal vitamin your doctor had recommended. you grabbed a bottle and continued wandering until you stumbled across the baby section. your hand had gone to your stomach as you strolled through the aisle, knowing in a few short months you’d be needing everything in here. 

You hadn’t quite started forming a bump yet. you thought about how a few weeks ago you had noticed she was a tad bloated and didn’t feel quite right wearing your favorite jeans, and wondered if you was actually seeing the pregnancy start to show itself. 

Tom had snuck up behind you and placed his hand on your lower back. You looked at him and smiled slightly. He placed a kiss on your temple, and guided you slowly through the aisle. Neither of you were ready to go into full baby mode, even though you didn’t really have a choice. You wanted a few days to yourself and your boyfriend before it became you, Tom, and the baby. 

The rest of the trip home was a comfortable silence. Both of you lost in your thoughts, both of you somehow thinking the same thing. How great of a parent the other was going to be, and how absolutely terrified you were to become a parent yourself. This new future you and Tom were starting was off to a good start.