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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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Sugar cookie kisses | Dad!Tom fic

Dad!Tom x Baker!reader

Summary: Tom is a very busy man and juggling his job and a toddler is never easy. so when his baker neighbour next door offers to babysit, how can he say no? free baked goods and a free, very pretty babysitter, what else could the young, single dad want?

Word count - 11,745

Warnings - language i think, drinking, mentions of pregnancy, not much else

A/n - you can probably tell which part @poppysparker wrote because its so much better than mine 😭

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You and Tom had met in a very cliche way, one that in the movies would usually lead to the two of you falling in love. He was the single dad with the to die for little girl, and you were the cute baker who had no issue sending him sweet treats every now and then to keep up your friendship. You had to admit you did sometimes think about what it would be like to be in love with the brunette, you weren’t silly, he was painfully attractive and he had a heart of gold, but he had a busy life and you don’t want to further interrupt that by weaving your way into his lovelife.

You remember the day you met like it was yesterday, Tom had come into your bakery in search of a custom fairy cake for his princess’ birthday rather last minute due to his unrelenting schedule. He was a blushing mess when he first saw you, an instant attraction, but you were fixed on the idea that child = married.

Your co worker had tried to convince you he was quietly swooning for you while you talked details for the birthday cake, but you were convinced it wasn’t meant to be. That was until you saw him again a few days later in a highly unlikely place; the cute man from the bakery was actually your neighbour, the one who was always away on what you believed to be were business trips, with no golden wedding band sitting on his finger.

You were rather shocked at the time, the both of you were, but you quickly realised it was actually a really good thing. You’d somehow managed to become Tom’s new babysitter, who even though he’d insisted more than once, he didn’t have to pay because he provided you with someone to bake with while you were at home (his lovely daughter). It also meant all your baked treats didn’t go to waste as you were able to share them with both Tom and Scarlett. You didn’t really gain too much from your friendship with Tom in the same way he did, other than just that, a friendship, and one that you loved dearly.

»»——⍟——««

Your side job as the man’s babysitter had all started when he rushed into your shop one day right before he had to go to an important meeting. He had Scarlett clinging to his chest, all while he was flicking through some papers frantically with the free hand that wasn’t holding his daughter’s weight. You could feel the stress radiating from him and you didn’t really know how to help. He explained how he’d come to get some of your famous cookies to keep Lettie occupied during the boring meeting, but upon realising where she was she insisted, very demandingly for a three year old, that she would much rather stay with you.

“Y-You want to stay with Y/N?” he asked nervously, hands beginning to sweat as the time ticked by, time he really didn’t have right now. He didn’t want to argue with the toddler, he knew everything about that girl and she would only throw a tantrum if he didn’t put her down and allow her to stay here, but he also didn’t want to give you any unnecessary burdens; not that Scarlett was a burden. “That’s not up to me, angel. You’d have to ask her very nicely.”

You tried to contain your grin at the way the usually confident and cocky businessman was acting so shy, but your reserve broke the second you looked at his little clone, her eyes wide and lips in a hopeful smile as she asked to stay.

“I would love to have you here,” you said, hand smoothing over the rather awful attempt at a plait that no one other than Tom could have managed. You giggled quietly to yourself while noting that you needed to fix it at some point.

When looking back to Tom he still looked incredibly sheepish about just dumping his daughter on you like she was your responsibility. But considering Monday daytime wasn’t usually a busy few hours, you had no objections to having another addition to your staff for the day.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked shyly. You hummed, brushing back some flyaways that had slipped out of Scarlett’s bobble. The girl was happy to cling to you, in such a short time you’d become one of her favourite people, and obviously she adored everything you baked because she had a rather large sweet tooth. “More than okay, another pair of hands would be a godsend.”

He chuckled, playing along. “As long as you pay her at the end of the day,” he teased. You grinned, nodding your head before Tom said his goodbyes to his daughter. He pressed a sweet kiss to the top of her head as he reminded her to be good and polite, but you were convinced any child raised by this perfect man could be nothing but.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” you pointed out, eyeing the clock on the wall as the man doted on the girl. It seemed as though he forgot as he cursed silently, leaving the girl to scurry away behind the counter. “You’re a lifesaver,” he told you, flashing you a lazy grin as he headed out of your shop with a final wave, the bell above the door signalling his exit.

“Now, I heard a certain little girl wanted some cookies, and we definitely need to redo that hair.”

The day rushed by in almost no time at all for you. You were visited mainly by your regulars with a few here and there newbies you’d never seen before. All were overjoyed at the adorable little girl helping to hand over their sweet treats at the till. You did however have to explain more than once how you were simply babysitting and the girl wasn’t actually yours, but nonetheless you enjoyed your time with her.

It felt all too soon when Tom walked through your door just after closing time, his expression considerably more tired than when you saw him earlier that day. You sent him a warm smile, and even offered him a muffin that Scarlett had told you was his favourite. You’d simply assumed he hadn’t eaten because from the exhaustion in his eyes it seemed like he’d been busy today, but to Tom it felt like some romantic force of nature that you seemingly knew without him having to tell you.

He thanked you and then moved onto his daughter, her tired features mirroring those of her dads. She was more than ready to go to bed. She’d already missed her midday nap. Tom carefully lifted her up into his arms, her head tucking into his neck as she slumped against him. He smiled, rubbing her back lovingly in hopes of her falling asleep. “Did you have fun, love?” he asked quietly, the girl barely even registering he’d spoken. All she gave was a quiet hum before you were summarising the events of your day to the dad.

“Well, no wonder you’re so sleepy, bug.” There was no reaction, Tom slowly shifting his head to see that Scarlett had indeed passed out in his arms. You awed, eyes full of adoration as you watched her sleeping face. You barely saw the way his eyes narrowed as he caught sight of her hair, but your heart began to race slightly at the idea you’d maybe crossed the line.

“I definitely did not do that plait that well. Did you do this?” he asked. From the tone he spoke you assumed he wasn’t angry with you, and that was enough to calm your nerves, a simple smile splitting on your face as you nodded. “Well thank you again for doing this, and for doing her hair because it really was awful this morning,” Tom reiterated in a much quieter voice than before, amusement lacing his last few words.

“It’s really no problem. Now go home, get some rest,” you said sweetly, pressing your hand to his arm. “You both look like you could use it after all your hard work today.”

He hummed, allowing you to walk him to the door so you could lock up behind him while you tidied the shop. Thankfully before he left your eyes caught sight of the counter where a bag of cookies lay that you had intended on giving to the man as a small gift. You’d startled him momentarily with your quick demand for him to wait before leaving, but he obeyed without question.

“I think you forgot these this morning,” you explained as visible confusion laced his features. You saw the moment of realisation where he thought back to when he’d originally entered the store in search of an edible distraction for his toddler. He took you off guard when he leaned forward to place an ever so soft kiss to your temple, and you weren’t sure if it was the late hour or the lack of sleep that influenced him to do it, but you did know it left you flustered like a schoolgirl with a silly crush.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

Days off were very rare for you. You loved your job and often even on days that the store wasn’t open you chose to go in just to spend your free time there getting some extra tasks done. But, your co-worker had insisted that you stay home for the day to get a well deserved break while she would be the one to take care of anything and everything.

Of course you still didn’t want to sit down and do nothing all day though, you were desperate for some brownies so what better than to make some of your own, you had all the ingredients anyway. You slipped one of your many aprons over your comfy clothes, the white one decorated with the cute oranges that stopped just before your knee, and started to gather what you needed.

Your counter was quickly scattered with ingredients, from eggs to mixing bowls and even small tubs of little treats, including chocolate chips and some m&ms that were more or less always there for guests and yourself to come and take.

You got stuck in rather quickly, not feeling like wasting time as your desire for the chocolatey dessert only grew stronger. Everything was going well until you had a slight mishap with the flour, having failed to realise the presence of the egg on your hands, resulting in a dropped bag of the messy ingredient scattered across your lower half and floor.

You’d barely had any time to clean yourself when there was a sudden gentle knock on your door, which was not what you were expecting, especially not at such an earlier hour of the morning. You wiped your messy hands on your apron and hoped you didn’t have any flour on your cheeks or even in your hair as you exited the kitchen to answer your door. There was another impatient knock that had you rolling your eyes.

“I’m here,” you mumbled, pulling open the door to see the familiar brunette standing there rather frantically, a common state you seem to see Tom in quite frequently as of late. He gave you that same sheepish smile you’d grown to almost expect to see whenever you saw him. He assumed you already knew why he was standing on your doorstep so early looking like a lost puppy and in truth you did, you were just waiting with a smile for the words to come out of his mouth.

No matter how many times you babysat Scarlett on a spontaneous occasion, Tom would continue to feel bad for more or less dumping his child on you. It wasn’t difficult to realise the single dad struggled to juggle his workload and a toddler at the same time, which was why you were always so eager to help him.

“I-I know this is last minute again but-” Tom didn’t have time to finish his apology before Scarlett was running into the entryway of your home to attach herself to your legs. You mentally cursed as you realised her clothes were going to be covered in the remnants of the flour that had fallen on you, but the way she was smiling up at you had you not even caring. You ran your fingers through her loose curls, noting that Tom hadn’t attempted to do her hair today further than a gentle brush, and the thought of him getting so worked up over being unable to braid a three year old’s hair made you giggle under your breath.

“Just go. I’ve got her,” you promised. Tom nodded gratefully, making some half hearted promise to make it up to you at some point for all you do for him. He bent down to Scarlett’s height to say goodbye and remind her of all his usual rules. “Be good for Y/N, okay? I’ll be back in a few hours and I love you so much,” he cooed, kissing her cheek sloppily. The frantic man only called a quick goodbye to you as he began walking back to his car, leaving you standing at the door with nothing but a small wave and an apologetic glance.

Scarlett looked up at you with the same pair of doe eyes that her father possessed, her hands forming fists as she made a grabby motion at you, silently telling you she wanted up. You playfully rolled your eyes, hoisting her up into your arms to see that wide toothy grin on her face as you closed the door. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the mess you’d created on the kitchen counter and you hummed happily as you realised you were getting to bake with your favourite baking buddy. “Now little miss, what d’you say you help me make some brownies?”

She squealed into your ear, slightly deafening you, but she happily let you carry her to your kitchen where your ingredients littered the island.

You sat her down in a clean spot, of which the counter was very scarce, resuming your previous task of making brownies where the majority would probably end up going to Tom anyway. You were trying to weigh out how much sugar you needed when you saw Scarlett shifting on the counter. You didn’t pay much attention to what she was doing. The girl was smart even for her young age, so you knew she’d be careful and make sure she didn’t accidentally tumble off of the counter.

“Can I have some?” she asked quietly, her little hand motioning to one of the bowls full of stuff you’d set on the side. You turned your head from where you were still measuring ingredients, noting that she was eyeing the bowl of chocolate chips. You narrowed your eyes at her teasingly, pointing your finger at her. “Only if you don’t tell your dad.” She rapidly nodded her head, the three year old not needing much incentive.

You giggled to yourself, handing her a couple but making sure she ate them one by one so she didn't choke, because you were sure Tom wouldn’t be too pleased if you let that happen.

“Good?” you asked. She grinned, letting you see all the chocolate that had managed to gather around her mouth. You shook your head with a chuckle, grabbing a cloth from off of your counter. You ran it under some lukewarm water for a few seconds and then wiped away her mess, placing a soft kiss on her head when you were done.

Your ingredients were officially ready to mix together in the next few minutes, knowing this was usually the girl’s favourite part. “D’you want to help me mix, angel?”

That was probably a bad idea on your part. Over the last few weeks you’d baked with Lettie more times than you could count, both in your home and in the shop, so you knew exactly how bad this could go. Now baking with a toddler was messy, and it was still on your to do list to get her a small apron that would cover her clothes so she didn’t keep staining them. You couldn’t even count on one hand the amount of times you’d had to tell Tom that there’d been an incident involving a newly dirty set of toddler clothing. But as of right now you were just having to hope for the best, trying your hardest to make sure she didn’t spill anything and always cleaned her hands when she got them messy.

Your plan didn’t work for long and by the end of your time together you were swapping her chocolate covered clothes for one of your own shirts that Tom would have to bring back at a later time, and by now he probably had his own collection, just as you did but with Scarlett’s previously food covered clothes that you simply forgot to give back.

By the time her dad came to pick her, the small girl was completely wiped out. She’d tucked her tiny body against yours on your couch, halting any movements you might have wanted to make, including opening your front door, but it was worth it to see that lovesick look on her dad’s face when he saw you both, plus you’d given Tom a spare key for emergencies so he still managed to get into the house okay.

“Let me guess,” he said, a small grin making its way onto his face as he spotted the napping girl on your lap in clothes that weren’t hers. “You baked,” he teased.

You giggled quietly, running your fingers through her messy curls that twinned with her dads. Tom was watching you with heart eyes, not that you noticed, just from the ever so pure sight.

“Well, I should get her home and to bed. Thank you again, Y/N.” He carefully scooped Scarlett up into his arms, soothing her with some kisses on her head when she grew restless from the sudden movement. He shushed her whining, rubbing her back gently as she fell back to sleep.

“Oh wait, Tom.” You scattered back to your kitchen, taking hold of the container of the remaining brownies you and Scarlett had so effortlessly whipped up. “These are for you.”

He almost groaned aloud seeing the chocolate treats. He’d told you before and he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you a million times, he could live off of your baking, more specifically your brownies.

Apparently that was the final straw for him, something suddenly switching in him as he raised his head from where he was looking at the tub of brownies to look solely at you instead. “Let me take you out to dinner somewhere, to make up for all you do for me,” he said, a shrivel of hope glimmering in those pretty brown eyes. You felt your heart flutter, the way he asked so sweetly, and the fact he’d chosen such a romantic activity for you both to do, was definitely not helping the small crush you had been forming for him.

Your silence made him nervous. He wanted to jump in and assume that was a no and just ask you to forget about the whole thing, but he guessed that dinner could still be perceived as something ‘just friends’ do all the time, and that was all you were just friends.

“Okay,” you agreed, opening your mouth to teasingly add one more condition to his offer. “But only if you’re paying.”

“That was the idea, darling,” he chuckled, feeling a short sense of relief that you hadn’t completely rejected him, especially in front of his daughter too, even though she was sleeping. “Then I’ll see you there.”

»»——⍟——««

It was a few days later when both Tom and yourself were free next, and with a babysitter secured for Lettie, you were all set to move forward with your dinner date; oh my god, you were going to dinner with Tom.

Fumbling around your apartment, you weren’t sure that you had ever been so desperate to impress a date, but hours had been put into perfecting the way you looked for Tom. You felt silly stressing this much attention into your appearance, completely unaware that Tom fawned over you even in moments when you felt so unpresentable you preferred to hide away.

Your stomach twisted at the hollow sound of three knocks to the very center of your front door. You didn’t feel ready for this. What if you had misinterpreted his invitation? Suddenly, you felt overdressed. What if he didn’t like this, or you? What if one wrong, nervous response ended everything with him before it even started?

Rubbing your lips together, you pulled the door open with pinched breath. On the other side of the threshold, Thomas Holland looked more than ethereal. You relaxed with a shaky exhale, tension in your shoulders dissipating at the sight of him. The businessman startled at the quick reveal of you seconds following his three timid knocks. Honey eyes trailed the expanse of your figure, pools of liquid gold melting in awe. He’d known you were beautiful since the first time he saw you, but in this light, in that dress, you looked too beautiful for Hollywood. The shift in his admiration was hardly readable, and the longer he stared at your rhapsody, the more he noticed you folding in on yourself with nerves.

“Y-You look incredible, Y/N.” He muttered, oblivious to the heat that overtook your cheeks beneath his praise. You think you hear him whisper ‘wow’ beneath his breath, but your heartbeat is too deafening to be sure. You roll your eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed you falter, and lock the door behind yourself when Tom extends his hand to you.

When your fingers joined, it felt like a fire had been sparked in your belly, and you made a note of how soft his hand is in yours. You wouldn’t mind feeling his touch more often, in any way he wanted to provide. You almost protested when he dropped the embrace to open the door for you, before venturing to his own side with a playboy smirk on his unkissed cherry lips.

Though it wasn’t uncomfortable, you weren’t sure anything with Tom could make you feel that way, the drive to dinner consisted of nothing more then one-sided begging, however, no matter your persistence to know where he was taking you, Tom didn’t bend. Each time you’d try to plead with him, he’d flick his eyes from the road to yours, with that knee weakening smirk on his lips, “Just be patient, Love.” He’d repeat, sure you were tired of his intended repetition, and to be honest, he found it funny. If he could play this game with his toddler, he could surely keep up with you.

Quicker than you would’ve liked, the car slowed. The sight outside your window was enchanting, and Tom’s smirk fell into a lavish smile at the sight of your amazement. “Here we are,” He announced cheekily, transitioning the car to a complete stop. For the second time that night, his hand found yours, and without fault fireworks tickled your tummy. His thumb brushed back and forth against your knuckles, eyes watching you fondly as you tried to find words.

Immediately you tried to talk Tom out of this, promising that he didn’t need to spend so much money on you, that you’d be absolutely fine with something lower end, or even holding up in your kitchen cooking together. All he did was laugh, leading your hand to his lips, and letting you experience the fairytale of his gentle cherry lips. Somehow they were softer than his hands and your mind fell blank of any protests, your body aching to melt into his. Yeah. He sure knew how to leave a girl speechless.

The restaurant was beautiful, you had to admit, and a lovely candlelit dinner with the man you were crushing on sounded like a dream. You were hasty to let Tom pay for you, you felt like you were asking way too much of him and the sense of guilt in the pit of your stomach was much too strong for you to ignore.

“Are you sure this is the place? Everything’s so expensive.” He brushed off your concern as the hostess led you to your table, a nice one in the back where you wouldn’t be too interrupted by the chatter of other customers, but still had a rather gorgeous view of the small garden display in the center of the floor.

“I told you, I’m paying you back for all the times you’ve helped me with Lettie, and you’ve helped a lot.” He even went as far as to pull your chair out for you like a complete gentleman.

You were utterly swooning for the man. You wanted to hate yourself for it, he was just a friend, a friend who saw you as nothing more than another friend who babysat their daughter occasionally, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up.

You made light conversation to start with, at least until the bottle of wine he’d ordered had arrived at your table. You felt like you had to ask though, your mind going mad not knowing who’d he got to care for Scarlett tonight seeing as you were here with him.

“So, who are you forcing to babysit tonight?” you teased, taking a swig of your wine as you watched him from over the table. He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “My mum has the pleasure of the monster tonight.”

You giggled, a sound that made Tom’s heart flutter almost every time he heard it. “So I’m out of a job then?” you continued.

“You just might be.”

After that was out of the way the two of you tried to focus on anything but work or kids, seeing as that was all you usually focused on when either of you were home. He’d made you flustered more times than you could count, at one point having to rest your cool wine glass against your blazing cheeks to calm yourself down.

“What’s with all the compliments mister?” You could see his cheeks momentarily flush as he cleared his throat. Clearly the man didn’t expect you to question his actions, but now that you did he felt rather shy and under pressure. You finally had the upper hand. You were definitely going to enjoy it while it lasted because Tom knew he could flip the roles in a heartbeat and have you melting at his feet with a few simple words.

“You deserve them. I just think you look really beautiful,” he mumbled. You sighed, eyes glaring at him lazily from across the table.

Your eyes trailed from his down to your empty glass and over to the nearly empty bottle. You opened your mouth and stated simply. “If these are going to keep coming I’m gonna need more wine.”

By the end of the night the two of you were more than a little wine drunk, so obviously Tom wasn’t going to be irresponsible and try to drive you home. Instead the two of you decided you were going to stroll back and enjoy the time you had left together on the way.

There’d been more than one occasion where you’d already stumbled over air, the alcohol going to your head. Tom had been a gentleman, and with his surprisingly fast reflexes, had caught you every time. He also insisted that you should stand closer together so he could really make sure you weren’t going to hurt yourself. His care for you once again had your knees weak.

“Tonight was a dream, Tom. Not quite sure I want it to end,” you admitted, fingers brushing over his as your hands swayed between your two bodies while you walked. He had a tiny grin on his face as he finally joined your hands together, his head turning for a second to look at the way the streetlights perfectly illuminated his favourite features of yours.

“It doesn’t have to,” he shrugged. You rolled your eyes and tried to remind him. “You have a beautiful little girl to get back to.”

“Not until tomorrow morning.”

You think you caught onto what he was implying, but you didn’t want to be bold and take the first step just in case he was making a simple point. So instead you just changed the subject, seeing your brightly coloured front door coming into view that thankfully saved you from what could have quickly turned awkward.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, a playful grin on your lips. He chuckled, eyes flickering over to his own home from where he was standing in front of yours. “No problem, I live around here anyway.”

You were glad that the two of you could joke around so easily, and annoyingly it made you so much more attracted to the single dad than you wanted to be.

After your round of laughter had died down the two of you realised just how close you were together in a silent atmosphere. It had you growing shy, your face growing hot as you took in his features so up close.

The young man had a sudden burst of confidence, his eyes flickering between your dilating pupils and your inviting lips. He quickly cursed under his breath before practically throwing himself forward, his hand on your jaw as your lips met in a sweet first kiss.

You mentally noted that his lips tasted so fondly of the wine you’d been sipping on all night, and could only imagine that yours tasted the same way. It was intoxicating in more ways than one.

His lips felt so soft against yours and you couldn’t even begin to get enough of him.

But you were the first to pull back just slightly when you didn’t think you could go anymore without gathering some air into your lungs, your lips curling into a shy grin as your shared panting filled the quiet night air.

“I’d really like to do this again sometime.”

“The kiss or the date?” he asked, his tongue teasingly dragging over his lips, knowing your eyes were locked on the way the muscle moved.

You confirmed for him in a heartbeat. “Uh- both. Definitely both.”

“Then that makes two of us.”

»»——⍟——««

Everything with Tom had been going amazing since your first date. You’d talked that night over a little more wine and found your feelings for one another actually were mutual.

Tom had been the one to suggest maybe trying your relationship out, but only if you took things slow. A few more dates would be needed until you were sure you wanted to confirm what your relationship was, and you’d keep it from Scarlett for a while considering she wouldn’t have much of a way to separate you and Tom just dating with you being her new mother; Tom didn’t want to throw that at you yet. He also didn’t want the relationship to break off quickly and get the girl’s hopes up.

For the last few weeks Tom had been having his mother babysit rather than you so the two of you could spend time together, but in the last few days Lettie had been demanding to see you because she apparently missed you.

It warmed your heart knowing that she wanted to spend time with you, and you loved taking care of her much to Tom’s happiness.

His heart skipped a quick beat when he heard the tell tale knock on his front door. He’d been rushing around all afternoon to try and make his home look neat for you after Lettie had had a little bit of a meltdown over something minor earlier that afternoon.

She’d later apologised and all was forgiven on Tom’s part, but he really could’ve done with her not throwing her toys all around his living room.

He’d had to toss the last one and pray it landed in the toy box as he headed towards the door, and apparently those summers forcing his friends and brothers to play basketball with him had paid off as it went in without a hitch.

He pulled open the door with a large welcoming grin, tugging you into a tight hug before you’d even managed to acknowledge the door opening. You giggled into his chest, snaking your arms around his torso to hug back. “Nice to see you too, handsome.”

He was intending on pulling away from your hug originally to plant a sweet, newly familiar, kiss onto your lips, but those plans were sadly interrupted by the pitter patter of tiny feet.

“Y/N!” the little girl yelled. She ran towards you, stumbling on her feet a few times before clinging to your leg tightly. You reached your hand down and smoothed her out of control hair down. “Why don’t I do something about this mess, huh?”

She nodded her head, tugging you with your hand towards the drawer downstairs where Tom kept some simple hair things for the little girl. Nothing too fancy, just a small hair brush and some hair bobbles in case she fell asleep downstairs and he needed to tame the bird’s nest on her head, much like now.

You were careful when brushing through the knots in her hair, much the opposite to how Tom usually does it to where the little girl has to yell at him for being too harsh. You only did a simple braid, but Tom watched you with a silly grin as if you were doing some elaborate, extraordinary task, but he just loved the domestic feeling of it all. It didn’t take long for you to snap the hair tie into place and announce that you were done, sending the little girl back off to her dad.

“Are you leaving again, daddy?” The tiny girl asked. She didn’t know much but she’d grown to learn that when she saw you it meant her dad had to go somewhere. Tom scooped the girl up onto his hip, a small smile on his face as he lightly ran his hand over the plait you’d done.

“No, no sweetheart. Y/N’s just going to be joining us tonight s’all.” Her eyebrows furrowed adorably and you noted the resemblance she had to her father with that expression. She looked between the two of you before shrugging her tiny shoulders, accepting what was happening if it meant she got to spend her night with you.

He let her back down and she practically jumped at you with all the ideas of what you could do together to pass time, settling the debate on her own by deciding it’d be playing dolls.

Tom stayed to watch for a little while to make sure you got settled before he left the two of you to play with her toys, announcing he was going to start on dinner.

“I can’t wait to judge your cooking,” you called, seeing him disappear into the kitchen with an unimpressed shake of his head.

You’d never eaten something Tom had cooked, so you were a little skeptical on how it was going to go. On the one hand he was a businessman with a very tight schedule most of the time, and that didn’t leave him with much time to learn how to cook at an edible level, maybe the basics at most. On the other hand though, he was also a dad, so maybe he had to learn to cook at some point in order to feed him and Scarlett.

You were leaning towards the former.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you then when Tom called for your help shortly after he started cooking, although you had to say the smell of whatever it was he was making wafting from the kitchen did seem rather pleasant, so you couldn’t understand what he could possibly want you to do.

“Y/N/N, can you help me in the kitchen for a second?” he asked. You nodded, nudging Lettie in the direction of her toybox. You made sure she was busy before heading to help Tom.

You let out a yelp when his hands grabbed at your waist, startling you. You scolded him with a slap to his chest, wishing you could wipe the smirk off of his face.

“Don’t do that,” you whined, hiding your face in his chest so he couldn’t see the embarrassment overtaking your features. He eventually coaxed you to look at him, a lovesick smile decorating his lips. He tried to lean in to kiss you, only to have your hands on his chest push him away. “Tom, she’s right in there,” you warned. He shrugged his shoulders, reaching up to carefully tuck some loose hair behind your ear so it was no longer in your face. He shushed you before leaning in to lightly connect your lips, barely even touching to make sure you had time to push him away if you didn’t really want this.

There was no way for you to deny that you did, you’d grown incredibly fond of the way Tom’s lips felt in the past few weeks, and you weren’t sure you’d ever reject one of his intoxicating kisses.

A small calling of daddy had you jumping apart from each other prematurely, looking like teenagers that’d been caught making out by a teacher. Your fingertips glazed your lips, feeling the tingles exploding beneath your touch.

When you snapped out of your blissed daze you found Tom kneeling on the floor, hands holding Scarletts. “‘M hungry, how much longer?” she asked, adorable pout on her face as her tummy growled to add emphasis. Tom diffused the situation as best he could, sending her back to play with her toys within mere minutes of her entering the kitchen in the first place.

“So, did you actually need my help or did you just need something pretty to look at?” you teased. He chuckled, picking up the knife he’d set on the counter to continue cutting up his ingredients.

You leaned down to the height of the counter, chin resting on your hand and elbow resting on the counter as you watched him push the thin slices of carrot off the cutting board into his pan with such ease, looking almost professional in his movements; maybe you were too quick to judge his cooking ability.

“Jus’ wanted a pretty view.”

You played along with the flirting. “Well this view should be heading back to entertain your daughter.”

He paused, wiping his hands off on his apron. He curled his finger in your direction, motioning to come over and stand beside him. Once within his reach he brought one of his hands up to cup your cheeks, the way he moved so confidently making your knees feel weak. His thumb trailed your bottom lip, cheekily tugging at it to watch it snap back into place. You refused to wait any longer to feel his lips, the subtle teasing causing a growing impatience in your chest that you couldn’t ignore.

“Just kiss me, dummy.” “Oh, I can do that.”

»»——⍟——««

The dinner went swimmingly. You were pleasantly surprised by Tom’s cooking skills and couldn’t get enough of what he’d prepared. Scarlett wasn’t too fond, making her dismay known with every bite of her food, forcing a laugh out of Tom at how judgemental the three year old could be. Luckily you’d brought dessert, your famous brownies that Lettie often told her dad she’d eat for every meal if he’d be so kind to let her; of course he wouldn’t, he wasn’t that irresponsible.

After everyone was full, practically ready to explode as Scarlett put it, one glance at the clock had Tom insisting it was time for her to go to bed. He claimed to have already been lenient because you were here, but even you could see the way her eyes were drooping as she tried to fight sleep.

“Wan’ Y/N to tuck me in,” she insisted, stomping her foot authoritatively. The man sighed, trying to reason with the demanding toddler so you weren’t forced to do something that might make you uncomfortable, something so motherly.

He sighed. “She might not-“

You interrupted with a grin, stepping forward and crouching to her height. “I’d be happy to,” you confirmed, letting her drag you through the house until you reached her room. Meanwhile Tom started on cleaning up.

Your eyes admired the decorations in the room, your heart expanding three sizes at the pictures of her and Tom scattered around the walls. Some of the pair during holidays over the last few years, lots of pictures with who you could only assume were the other members of Tom’s family, yet none with any sort of mother figure.

When you turned back to the toddler she was holding a small story book out in your direction, flashing you puppy dog eyes as she tried to silently guilt you into reading her a bedtime story.

“Daddy always reads it to me, he does all the funny voices.” You were amused at the idea of Tom putting on all different kinds of cartoony voices to make his daughter laugh. It made your heart flutter to think about how much he loved her and you were happy you got to experience even a tiny bit of that for yourself.

“Well I’m not sure I can do it as well as him, but I’ll try my best.”

Scarlett was just happy to have you there and reading to her, nevermind if you could live up to Tom’s very well practiced story telling.

You hadn’t even finished the book before she was already drifting off, eyes closing and head dropping forward. You closed the book and placed it back on her side, shifting her body so her head was placed in the middle of the pillow comfortably, stuffed toy cuddled in her arms tightly.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you cooed, kissing her forehead. You checked the blanket was tucked in around her to keep her warm before flicking off her light, exiting the room to help wash up and maybe join Tom for one more late night drink.

You descended the stairs quietly, heading in the direction of the kitchen where you could hear Tom humming to himself as well as dishes clanging together.

You waited by the door frame for a few seconds, just admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he shuffled around the sink, cleaning and putting away dishes. You didn’t really want to make yourself known, you’d much rather just keep admiring the man.

“I can feel you staring,” he muttered, looking over his shoulder with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You stepped into the kitchen until your front was pressed to his back, arms circling his torso. “View was just too good to pass up.”

He chuckled, twisting his body so his hip was resting against the counter and he could pull you into his side. You did so happily, resting your head against him.

“Did she nod off okay?” he asked, hand brushing over your hair affectionately. You hummed. “Like a baby. Think I might have stolen your job as her story teller though.”

He gasped, bringing his hand up to his heart to feign offense, claiming something about betrayal from both of you. You just rolled your eyes at his playfulness, shutting his whining up with a sweet kiss that had him swooning further for you. “S’only fair after you gave away my babysitting gig.” “Touché.”

There were a few moments where you delved into a comfortable silence again, until Tom saw you pick up the now empty wine bottle from the counter in hopes of refilling your glass.

“There’s some more wine in that cupboard over there,” he pointed out. “I’ll finish up here and then join you.”

You grinned, pecking his lips once again before leaving him to finish tidying up. You knew he was watching you walk away, as proved by the teasing whistle he sent your way as you exited the kitchen.

He joined you a little bit later like he’d said he would, taking one of the glasses of wine you’d poured for him with a kiss as a thank you. You sat on either end of the couch, legs intertwining as you made light conversation with one another while nursing your drinks.

“I enjoyed tonight.” Your lips curled into a grin, raising your head to look at Tom across the couch. You nudged your foot against his, sliding it up to rub against his shin affectionately. “Me too. I really like spending time with you, both of you.”

He was happy to hear it. He wouldn’t pretend like he didn’t already know you enjoyed Scarlett’s company, he’d seen it with his own eyes, but hearing it outloud just seemed to solidify its meaning.

You finished off your drink rather quickly, stretching out your limbs with the intent of getting ready to head home. Tom sat by and watched, cradling his drink as his eyes raked over your person. His heart felt like bursting with pure joy and admiration, it was soon but he knew he loved you, he was just waiting for the right time to let you know.

You placed your empty glass on the table, standing up and circling around the couch to press a kiss to Tom’s lips. He tilted his head back on the couch for you, puckering his lips in your direction, not satisfied until he’d got his fill of your kisses.

He had a few protests with your next moves, the way you shuffled away from him, the way you slipped your jacket on and even moved to grab your shoes.

“Well, I should head home,” you said, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He pouted, hands pulling you impossibly closer to his body in an attempt to keep you from leaving. “Stay,” he whispered. It’d be the first time you did something like this, but Tom really didn’t want you to leave, he was feeling extra clingy after acting like a family for the whole night. Maybe he just wanted to keep the illusion going a little bit longer. You hummed quietly, searching his eyes to make sure there was no hesitation in his decision. “Don’t want you to leave.”

You allowed him to take your jacket off again, locking your fingers together so he could lead you upstairs to his room. You had to creep past Scarlett’s room, not wanting to wake the toddler up and have to explain why you were now sharing a bed with her dad.

Getting ready for bed felt like it was already a routine thing. Everything just felt so natural with Tom that you didn’t have to pretend. The two of you pulled funny faces in the mirror while brushing your teeth like you’d done it for years. You worked around each other changing in the bedroom like you did it daily and finally the two of you shared Tom’s bed like two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together.

You were snuggled into his chest when he placed his lips on top of your hair, hand rubbing up and down your back while he mumbled to you quietly.

“Don't want you to ever leave.”

You raised your head so you could see him, eyes raking over his face to try and divulge what he meant. “You mean?” Your words brought a smile to his face, the man leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, the two of you basking in the intimacy of being so close to each other. “Let’s do this for real. Wanna be with you, like a family.”

He’d taken a leap of faith with his words, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t think you were going to reject him, but he knew asking someone to be a step parent was a very big ask.

“I want that too. I want to be with you and that little girl more than anything.”

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Making your relationship official meant that Tom had to tell Scarlett what was really going on. No more excuses that you were just spending time with them because you wanted to or you were bored, he had to come clean and then Lettie could decide how she feels. This could potentially make or break your relationship.

It was incredibly nerve wracking for you, you had to admit. You knew the girl liked you in a babysitter and friend sense, but you weren’t sure how she’d feel about you dating her dad and potentially becoming her step mum one day, that’s what was causing you the most stress. There was too much opportunity for things to go wrong.

The pair of you sat her down that afternoon and explained as well as one possibly could to a toddler what your relationship was. When you eventually got the words out she was ecstatic, an even better reaction than you were expecting if you were being honest, along with the question that’d been lingering on both of your minds whenever you talked about this.

“Does this mean you’ll be my mummy?” she asked. You felt Tom shoot you a side glance, but you didn’t remove your eyes from the toddler in front of you. You were simply trying to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

“If Y/N’s comfortable with that, i-it’s okay with me.” You tried to contain your grin at the thought of being more than just a babysitter for the little girl, but apparently your silence was worrying the two Hollands. But when you outstretched your arms you heard the simultaneous sighs of relief.

“I would be honoured.”

From that point on your relationship moved rather fast, and there was no denying that from either of you, but you were confident now that you were going to last. Plus a child in the equation made things much more serious much quicker. If you left you wouldn’t only be breaking Tom’s heart, but the innocent angel his daughter is too. And you could never consciously hurt either of them.

Your next step after making it official to Scarlett was to move in together. You thought it wouldn’t be much different from what you’d been doing in the last months anyway. You already stayed over a lot at each other’s houses, you more than Tom so he didn’t always have to find a babysitter. So you’d pretty much gotten yourselves into a temporary routine that you wanted to make permanent.

You’d argued about who would move in with who numerous times by that point of your relationship. Eventually you won by pointing out how all of Scarlett’s things were in his home and not yours, and therefore it’d be easier for you to move into his house. You were responsible for only yourself and your own things, whereas Tom was responsible for two people. It was very clear to you.

When the day came to start packing your things into boxes it felt extremely weird. You hadn’t lived in your home for too long, so you weren’t necessarily attached, and you were glad you weren’t moving into a complete man cave, but the concept of moving was strange nonetheless. You packed your things by yourself, insisting to your boyfriend that you could do this by yourself while he made some room in various rooms for the stuff you were bringing over.

He’d agreed to help you sell the furniture you didn’t need, as well as helping with selling the house, which wasn’t proving to be such a difficult task considering it was in a nice, family area and was decently sized.

It took around about a day to pack, and you spent that night at Tom’s place considering your bed was now gone. The brunette was more than happy to accommodate you though, wrapping you in his arms where you very quickly fell asleep after the tiring day you’d had, which would be followed by two more of roughly the same.

Just like you’d predicted, the next day was very much like the previous. You were dealing with lots of cardboard boxes, making numerous trips between the two houses with the aim to get all of your stuff out of your current home and into Toms by that night. He wasn’t letting anything get in his way, wanting to be as efficient as possible so this didn’t take longer than it needed to, very much unlike you who had plenty of distractions that could be put down to the energetic toddler who constantly wanted to help.

Tom thankfully helped with a lot of the heavy lifting, and you weren’t complaining, you got to spend most of your day watching his biceps bulge as he lifted weighty boxes between houses.

You weren’t expecting to get it all done in a day, but by the time night rolled around you had most of the bland beige boxes stored in numerous rooms around your boyfriend’s house. And the rest of Scarlett’s clothes finally found their way back into her wardrobe.

You were tired by the time evening rolled around, Tom more than you this time around, but as soon as Scarlett was settled for the night you headed downstairs to survey your hand work rather than heading straight to bed.

“We don’t have to unpack tonight,” he said, holding you close to his chest as the two of you tried to let it sink in that you now lived together. You hummed, pushing back into his chest for the possibility that he’d hold you tighter. He did, placing kisses to your shoulder too that had you melting under him.

“We live together. Can you believe it?” he whispered. You giggled at the excited tone of his voice, seeing as it nearly matched that of Lettie’s when she had something to show you. “We actually live together.”

You turned around in his arms to see that pretty face of his, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks sweetly as he puckered his lips for you. You happily granted him a kiss before speaking. “Just wait until you get sick of me,” you teased. He grinned, brushing his nose against yours affectionately. “Guess I won’t be waiting long.”

And with that he was leaving your grasp to get a head start away from you before the words registered in your head. When they did you scoffed loudly, failing to hide your laughter as you followed him up the stairs with a scolding “Tom!”

Day three of the moving process started out much slower than the others. You and Tom had woken up a little later than usual due to the tiring previous day, and then spent a few hours cuddling with Scarlett when she made her way into the room. It was all rather calm until the topic of breakfast was brought up by the little munchkin, forcing the two tired adults to at least try and perk up enough to cook.

Once everyone was fed and more energized you found that for some reason Scarlett was desperate to help with the unpacking process. A moving process was something completely foreign to her, so she was met with a wave of childlike excitement when she saw you kneeling down to start unpacking some of the boxes. When she offered her help Tom was ready to whisk her away so she wouldn’t cause so many distractions, but she actually deemed to be really helpful.

You didn’t give her anything difficult to do, just asking her to empty some lighter boxes into the newly emptied drawers in Tom’s dresser. About halfway through the door your boyfriend had actually disappeared, leaving you and his daughter to do all the hard work by yourselves until you were too tired to even move.

That’s how he found you. The both of you laid spread out on your his bedroom floor with no willpower to move. He just chuckled, announcing to you both that he was back, where you noticed he’d also brought something with him.

He noted your confusion and flashed you a wink, bending down to your height and running a gentle hand over your hair. “I made my hard workers some brownies while you were unpacking.” He let you both see the plate full of treats that were in his hand, a cheeky smile on his face when he registered the look of shock you were giving him. You had no idea he even knew how to bake, and you were quite offended he’d never brought it up before.

Scarlett seemed to be happy to take some, gaining a burst of energy to nearly tackle him, claiming her dad’s brownies were nearly as good as yours, but yours were still better she’d made sure to confirm.

You had to see for yourself, taking one of the deliciously warm brownies and taking a timid bite. Your eyes were locked with Tom’s up until that moment, because you couldn’t bear to look at the proud smirk decorating his face when you were happily shocked with the taste of the treat.

“Oh wow, who knew you were such a good baker?” you teased, unable to stop yourself from nearly melting into the wonderful brownie he’d presented you with. They may even rival your own.

You saw the blush that coated his cheeks upon being given the compliment, his hand coming up to shyly rub at the back of his heated neck. He stuttered his way through a poor explanation of times where he’d bake with his mum or his granny when he was a teen. But his heart grew 3 sizes at your suggestion of the four of you having to make something when they next saw each other. He might have to make his next visit as soon as possible. He might die upon seeing you in your natural baking element with the most important women in his life.

“I’d really like that. I think they would too.”

“Maybe you should join me at the bakery sometime, put your skills to use, get out of that awful job of yours.” It was true. At first the job wasn’t bad, but after Scarlett everything changed, you were very aware that the job left him with much less time than he’d like to spend with his daughter. But when you came along it grew even more difficult, plus part of him envied seeing you so happy in a job that you loved, especially being your own boss meant your hours were so flexible, something he’d never had the joy of experiencing.

Your sweet moment was interrupted by Scarlett wiggling her way into her dad’s lap. It was no secret she was completely drained, what with the way her eyes drooped while she munched on her brownie, but now it was evident she was ready to go to bed. From your experience in tucking the three year old in, you learned she was very hyperactive and wasn’t one to go down easily, but tonight was a completely different story. She was out like a light as soon as she’d gotten her goodnight kisses from you and Tom.

The two of you headed to your room after that, settling naturally into the night routine you’d developed. You were in the process of brushing your teeth in the attached bathroom when Tom entered, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Alone at last,” he said, shooting you a charming smile. You grinned, feeling his arms snake around your waist. “In our home.”

It felt like the buzz of the moment would never wear off. You and Tom lived together now, with his daughter who you treated like your own, the whole thing was so surreal to you. He could sense your excitement, and the both of you were equally as happy right now. Neither of you had ever felt like this in a relationship, nothing had ever fallen so perfectly into place like this. Your smile was uncontainable. “I love how that sounds.”

The two of you basked in the sweet silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the touch of one another as you tried to let the reality of your perfect moment sink in. Tom’s arms felt electric wrapped around you and selfishly you never wanted this moment to end, if you could freeze time you were a thousand percent certain you’d freeze it right now; Forever.

He was the first one to break the silence, pulling you out of your dreamland. “Do you remember when you said that I should maybe come join you in the bakery?” he asked. You nodded recalling the night's previous conversation over those gorgeous brownies you’d have to have him make for you again sometime.

“What if I did?” You weren’t sure he was being serious. You’d assumed he just wanted to entertain the idea to drag out this fantasy-like feeling for a little longer, but the look in his eyes was completely unwavering. “What if I quit my awful job and worked for you? Like a family bakery.”

He was asking a lot of you. Obviously you wouldn’t mind working with him, you loved him to death, however agreeing to this change would mean agreeing to the idea that you and Tom were going to last. Like any other person in a relationship you had your doubts, but it felt right, he felt right and you trusted this wouldn’t fail more than you feared it would. So you took the leap of faith.

“Holland’s bakery, what do you think?” His lips twitched into a grin at the insinuation you thought of yourself as a Holland and it made your boyfriend’s heart swell. Everything was moving fast between you both but now Tom knew you wanted to take that next step and take his last name. Your answer only made him feel more confident. “I think that means I’m going to have to officially make you a Holland at some point.”

He felt your chest shake as you exhaled shakily, but the smile on your face told him you weren’t scared. “I think I’m okay with that.”

»»——⍟——««

[ 2 and a half years later ]

In the next few years your relationship really bloomed, much more than it already had. He ended up quitting the job he hated, to like you suggested, join you in the bakery, finally putting his shockingly good baking skills to use. Having the place be a family business really seemed to boost your popularity with the locals too, and of course your regulars were ecstatic to see the adorable little girl all the time.

Things only got better when you fell pregnant a couple years into your relationship. You found at that point that a lot of expecting mothers, as well as those who wanted to do something nice for pregnant friends or family, started to visit your shop for baby related treats. It only made you more excited to meet your own bundle of joy, all the custom gender reveal cakes and baby shower cupcakes made your heart yearn for your pregnancy to hurry up and Tom was exactly the same way.

However, more recently your pregnancy had been exhausting. Getting out of the first trimester you assumed things would be better, no more morning sickness, but now your back ached from the weight of your growing belly and your feet were sore all the time from all the running around you did in the shop throughout the week.

Due to that Tom had had you stay home for the day, insisting you get some rest and take some time for you. Although you were also watching Scarlett while Tom went to run the bakery by himself, but the young dad had already told her she needed to let you get as much rest as you could.

He’d left you that morning with a sleepy Scarlett wrapped up in the arms of your tired body. Now he’d been away from his favourite people all day long and by the time he walked through the door of your home near to five in the afternoon, he was practically itching to get you both in his arms.

He was more than excited when he heard the pitter patter of tiny feet on the floor. He heard the comforting sound of her voice before he saw the wild head of curls peaking around the corner of the room. The girl announced her presence by shouting for her dad, a tired smile creeping onto Tom’s face after the long day he’d had. Almost six years old meaning she nearly knocked him down running towards him with such a high speed.

“There’s my girl,” he announced, scooping her up into his arms. She tucked her head into his neck comfortably, happy to be sitting on her dad’s hip after not seeing him all day. You only knew Tom was home after watching Lettie race out of bed the second she heard what she thought were his keys in the front door.

Only when you’d heard her yell did she confirm your love was home though, and only then did you make your way out of bed and downstairs. He watched you enter the room and his heart melted at the sight of your belly like it does everytime he sees it. Safe to say he loved you pregnant, it was a good look on you.

You sent a smile their way, making your way over to the pair and Tom was glad you’d made your way downstairs. “And there’s my other girl.”

He held an arm out for you, welcoming you into the side of his chest that wasn’t occupied by your little girl. He kissed you gently, letting his hand rest on the back of your head lovingly, his fingers lacing through your hair to gently trace over your scalp.

“Feeling any better?” he asked. You hummed, eyes fixed on the content Scarlett in his arms. “I’m okay, spent most of the day in bed so my back feels better.”

He was glad to hear that you felt better than you did the night before, at one point he was worried he was going to have to put you on bed rest for numerous days with the way you were talking about the ache.

Seeing that the two adults were going to delve into conversation Scarlett tried to wriggle out of her dad’s arms, letting out a content sigh when she was back on her feet, scurrying away to the living room to put some of her cartoons on. The two of you shared a look at her actions and rolled your eyes. However Tom took this as his chance to kiss you properly no that there were now prying eyes or children that would fake a gag at the sight.

“I brought you something,” he whispered. He kept his voice quiet so the little girl in the next room wouldn’t hear him. Of course you always brought little treats from the bakery home for her, but today Tom wanted these to especially be for the two of you.

He pulled the box out from his bag and lifted the lid to show you the array of baby coloured sugar cookies, one of the many ideas you’d had for how to find out your baby’s gender.

“Are these-“ you were cut off by your own uncontrollable grin, feeling tears spring to your eyes after your emotions were heightened by your pregnancy. “Gender reveal cookies,” he confirmed.

The pair of you had talked about how you wanted to do it for weeks, and this was only one example of what you could do. You hadn’t been able to convince Tom that a simple cake would do the trick, so you were very much still in the process of deciding.

But you had to admit the cookies were adorable and looked absolutely delicious, so much so you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching in for a baby blue one to give them a taste test. He assumed they were good when you nearly moaned after your first bite, rapidly nodding your head to confirm you wanted these and not any of your other options.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and motioned for him to try one, which he did with much enthusiasm. You watched eagle eyed as he took the first bite out of the pastel pink cookie, his eyebrows raising in surprise, hopefully good surprise.

“So, what do you think?” you asked. He could hear the excitement in your voice and he was glad you both were finally able to agree on the small detail. He didn’t answer verbally, instead pulled you in by your hips, being mindful of your belly of course, and pressed his sugary lips onto your soft cheeks.

“Tom stop, there’s sugar all over your lips,” you whined, hating the sticky feeling that was left on the skin moments after he’d pressed his lips there. He didn’t listen to your pleas though, continuing to kiss your skin wherever he could reach, pulling loud giggles out of you that apparently alerted the child in the next room. She wandered over to where you were standing with a mildly furrowed brow, finally managing to stop Tom’s actions.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled. Tom grinned and you saw the little devious twinkle in his eye that told you she was going to be his next victim. “The sugar cookie monster was getting mummy,” he explained simply with a shrug. She looked over at you and you played along, raising your shoulders as you attempted to wipe the sugar from your skin.

Scarlett didn’t have time to even process her confusion before Tom was scooping her up and leaving sticky kisses all over her face. She squealed loudly, trying to contain her contagious laughter to breathlessly ask you for help, but you were feeling too much joy watching them interact. “And you’re next.”

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