Summary:
Zendaya and Tom have
a seven month old baby named Mya.

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Song: 'put your head on my shoulder' by Paul Anka

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| Zendaya |

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Her giggle echoed in my head like lyrics of an overplayed song. My steps kept going like I was lost and searching my way back home. His embrace wrapped me like a soft blanket that you feel safe underneath.

But her giggle is addictive, walking nowhere is addictive, his embraces are addictive.

And I need more of that, more of it all.

I moved out of Tom's protective arms that were around me seconds ago and looked at the clock, facing the early time of the morning. As my feet touched the cold floor shivers went down my spine. I started walking towards her room but the another thing or more correctly, someone, stopped me on my way there.
"Honey, it's three in the morning" Tom's hoarse voice rang through my ears.
"I'm just going to check on Mya" I whispered, afraid that even my quiet low voice will shake her awake.
"She's fine, ignore your mother instincts and come back to bed" he mumbled into the pillow, his eyes shut and curls covering forehead and eyes.
I smiled sadly and continued walking, not giving up so easily on my path.
I entered Mya's room, seeing how fully decorated it really is. Her crib right in the corner of the room stood still and I peeked into it seeing her deeply asleep.
She is so beautiful, tiny curls resting on her forehead and her big brown eyes were tightly shut.
And she wore a Spider-Man onesies her dad insisted on buying her as a reminder of the good old days.
I smiled softly trailing my fingers on the crib, I hesitated for a moment if to touch her tiny face but couldn't take the risk of putting her back to sleep all night long. Instead my hand found it's way on her onesie, barely touching it in fear.
"I told you she's perfectly fine" Tom said hugging me from behind.
I chuckled quietly, feeling warmth coming back to my body. Still not moving my head, not even a bit to face him. "She's so beautiful" I breathed out, as we both watched our seven month old daughter sleeping.
"I know" Tom replied, even without turning around I could tell he smiled from ear to ear.
She has Tom's hair colour and my curls, her skin somewhere in between Tom's and mine, Tom's brown eyes and my nose. Everything about her is so beautiful, so amazing, so pure.
"Let's go to bed before the little one wakes up" Tom suggested straightening his shirt, I nodded sleepily, taking my eyes off her even though I can look at her all day.
Tom lead me to our bedroom, checking again that the baby monitor is on. He quickly got into the covers with me and I felt my eyes starting to close on me.
"Good night" he whispered making me grin. "Sweet dreams"

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"Zendaya come look" Tom said happily running into the kitchen, where I was cooking lunch for us three.

He just saw Mya crawling on the carpet whilst giggling, a sight that warmed his heart and filled his entire body with pride.

We both walked together to the living room so I could face the sight that made my beloved happy than ever.

"You know it's not her first time crawling" I said smiling, adding a laugh. I truly love how excited he gets when it comes to Mya.

"I know, but look how precious she is" he stated, voice full of indescribable joy.

All he ever wanted was a family with the wonderful girl beside him, and look where he is now.

"Mya, you're enjoying yourself aren't you" Tom asked rhetorically with a baby voice.

I smiled at the sight in front of me, watching Tom's every action with our beautiful girl.

Observing his every little movement.

"Are you hungry? Mommy made us lunch! I know you're hungry!" Tom said whilst laughing and ticketing the little brunette with the ocean brown eyes and contagious smile.

Mya laughed historically clinging to Tom's shirt,
And I just stood there, watching, with the happiest smile on planet earth.

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Hey fellows!
I lovedddd writing this tomdaya family chapter or whatever it was kskdjfhdbdhjsks
I hope you enjoyed reading it!
If you have a request for a chapter you want me to write and post here, tell me and I will. ((:
Lots of love,
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