𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

New Parenthood

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer luciwritesstuff on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/luciwritesstuff/728925546645504000?source=share

Parings → Dad! Tom Holland x Mum! Reader

Warnings → none really, just fluff, some innuendos but nothing too naughty.

Summary → New parents parenting whilst also being in love.

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You wake with a start to the familiar sound of crying. It's dark out, and the alarm clock on your bedside table shows that's it's somewhere around 3 o'clock in the morning.

You let out a slight groan as the wails echo through your bedroom from the cot which stands a few meters from your bed. You rub your eyes as you swing your legs to the side of the bed, heaving a sigh as you prepare to get up.

"Huh? What? What's wrong?" Comes Tom's sudden, groggy voice as he sits bolt upright in bed next to you.

"It's fine," you say through a sigh, blinking the sleep out of your eyes, "She's just hungry, I forgot to set the alarm to feed her. . . go back to sleep love."

"God," he lets out in a moan, falling back onto the bed, "When is she ever not hungry? Kid eats more than a bodybuilder."

"Like father, like daughter," you mutter half-jokingly as you get to your feet, and he lets out a weak chuckle as he turns around in bed, burying his head half in the pillow.

"I'm not taking responsibility for that," he counters, his voice muffled by the pillow, "Besides, a healthy appetite is a good sign."

"You'd be singing a different tune if it were you she was sucking the life out of every 2 to 4 hours," you tell him as you approach the crib.

Sure enough, your daughter is lying in the middle, wide awake and screaming her lungs out, little fists waving around in the air.

"Sucking the life out of?" Tom repeats, turning back around to give you a sarcastic, but sleepy smile, "Motherhood is supposed to be a blessing and a gift. . . aren't you feeling the glow?"

"I hate you," you mutter with a shake of your head as he chuckles again, sitting up in bed.

"I got you," you say through a strained breath as you pick up your newborn gently, "Sh, sh, sh. . It's ok honey, mama's here."

You move to sit in the rocking chair next to her crib, being careful to support her neck as you get comfortable, before cradling her against your chest with one arm and using your other one to unbutton your sleep shirt, your baby still wailing in your arms.

"Okay, okay, alright," you say as you try to rock her, but you focus on getting her to latch, "I know, I know. . ."

Her crying stops almost immediately as you start to feed her, and you let out a small sigh as your head falls back against the headrest of the rocking chair, which moves gently.

"It's a miracle how well that works," you let out in a breath, "Who knew my boobs could be so soothing."

You hear Tom chuckles again into his pillow.

"Like father, like daughter," he responds cheekily, and you pull a face.

"Don't even start," you say, and he laughs as he turns onto his back, propping himself onto his elbows.

"What time is it?" He asks, and you suppress a yawn.

"Somewhere around 3AM," you say, continuing to rock in the chair as your head falls against the headrest, "I thought I'd set the alarm to feed her, but I must've fallen asleep before I had the chance. . . sorry I woke you."