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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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When Will You Realize…

Pairing: single dad!Tom Holland x teacher!Reader

Synopsis: Tom falls for his daughters teacher

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“Can’t I just stay with you today?”

“No, honey bee. We can’t do that anymore. I loved spending everyday with you this summer but now it’s time for you to go to school.” Tom told his daughter as they looked at her school building together.

“But I don’t wanna go.” She pouted and rested his head on Tom’s shoulder.

“I know. I don’t want you to go either. But you have to, Vienna. You’re 4 now. You’re old enough to go to school.” Tom told her as he held her little face between his hands.

“You’ll come back?” She asked with teary eyes.

“I’ll always come back.” He told her as he tugged on one of her brown curls. Tom wiped her tears with his thumb before pulling her face closer to kiss her cheek.

“Bye bye. I love you.”

“Bye daddy.” Vienna sniffled and slowly walked into the building.

A few hours later, Tom stood outside his car and waited for Vienna to come out of the parent pick up door. He soon saw her coming out of the building, holding your hand.

“Daddy!” Vienna broke into a smile when she saw Tom and ran into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her face as you walked towards them. Tom did a double take when he saw you and felt his whole face heat up.

“Who’s that?” He asked his daughter.

“That’s Ms. Y/n. She’s my teacher.” Vienna said and waved to you.

“That’s your teacher?” Tom’s heart raced as you approached them. He expected his daughters teacher to be some old lady in a hand knit cardigan so the sight of you knocked the wind out of his chest.

“Hi. You must be daddy.” You smiled and held out your hand.

“I am. Most people call me Tom, though.” Tom joked as he shook your hand. He felt his face flush as he looked into your eyes and you gave him a shy smile.

“Hi Tom. I’m Ms. Y/n. And I have to say, I’m a big fan of your work.”

“My work?” Tom wondered.

“Vienna.” You told him. “I know I just met her but love her.”

“Oh.” Tom smiled when he got the joke. “So do I. Sometimes.”

“Daddy!” Vienna laughed and tugged at Tom’s sleeve.

“Shh. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He teased her as he tickled her stomach. You watched with a fond smile as Vienna giggled and squirmed away from Tom. Tom noticed you staring and felt himself blush again.

“So is Y/n your first name or your last name?” He asked you.

“First. We go by first names around here. It’s easier for the kids to pronounce.”

“That makes sense. So if I wanted to call you by your last name…” He trailed off and looked at you for an answer. He was discretely trying to find out if you had a husband before he let his crush get too extreme.

“You’d call me Ms. L/n.” You replied, already picking up on what he was trying to do.

“I see. Did you always come with this last name? Or perhaps was this last name given to you from a spouse via a martial arrangement?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’m not married, if that’s what you’re asking.” You smiled coyly.

“Psh. I wasn’t asking that.” Tom lied as his face flushed.

“Why are you so red, daddy?” Vienna asked, making Tom shoot her a look as you laughed.

“Oh, okay. Sure.” You said sarcastically. You and Tom exchanged another look and your shot him a wink.

“We should probably get going. But we’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said as began to lead Vienna away. He only walked a few paces before turning around and walking back to you.

“What about a boyfriend?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I’ll see you at drop off, Mr. Holland.” You avoided his question with a coy smile.

“Tom.” He corrected you with a matching smile.

“Tom.” You repeated, making his face flush over the way you said his name. You waved goodbye to the both of them before walking away. Tom watched you as you went and talked to another kids parents and noticed you didn’t give the dad the same attention you gave Tom.

“Are we gonna go home, daddy?” Vienna asked and tugged at Tom’s sleeve again. Tom snapped out of his love struck daze and nodded.

“Yeah, honey bee. Let’s go home.”

The next day, Tom waiting at parent pick up and felt equally excited to see you as he felt to see his daughter. He broke into a smile when he saw you and Vienna coming out of the building.

“Daddy I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay here.” Vienna said as Tom scooped her up.

“You’ll come back tomorrow, honey bee. But we gotta go home now.” Tom told her with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay.” Vienna whined just as you walked up to them.

“What kind of magic did you work that these kids don’t want to leave?” Tom whispered to you over Viennas shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess they just had a good day at school.” You smiled innocently at Tom before looking at Vienna.

“Don’t tell your daddy about the spell I cast on you to make you love school.” You whispered loudly to Vienna as you poked her stomach, making her giggle.

“Can Ms. Y/n come eat dinner with us? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked Tom.

“Not tonight, honey bee. Maybe some other time.” Tom said with a shy smile. You winked at him again before returning your attention to Vienna.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Vienna? We can play together then.” You promised her.

“Okay.” Vienna reluctantly sighed.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked her when you noticed her sad expression. She immediately lit up and reached out to you. You stepped forward and hugged her while she was still in Tom’s arms, making your faces nearly brush each others. Tom blushed but you didn’t seem to notice.

“I’ll miss you.” You told her as you moved her hair out of her face.

“I’ll miss you too.” Vienna said and wiggled out of Tom’s arms until her put her down on the ground.

“Daddy, give her a hug goodbye.” Vienna said and pointed to you.

“Oh, she doesn’t want a hug.” Tom laughed awkwardly.

“Sure I do. Bring it in.” You said and opened your arms. Tom turned red as you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug. He hugged you back, letting it linger for a minute as he rubbed his hand up and down the material of your sweater. When you pulled away, you both had on shy smiles as you avoided eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“See you tomorrow.” He nodded and started to walk away.

“Uh, Tom?” You called after him.

“Yes?” He immediately wiped around, hopeful of what you could say.

“Are you forgetting something?” You laughed and discreetly pointed to Vienna.

“Oh. Yeah. My child.” He remembered and went to take Viennas hand. You laughed as you waved goodbye to the both of them and watched them until they pulled away in their car.

The next day, Tom showed up to parent pick up 20 minutes early. He noticed that he didn’t get as much time to speak to you when he came late as you were consumed with the other parents, so he got there early to ensure he got his time with you. Once you spotted Tom in his car, you came out of the building holding Viennas hand.

“Hey Ms. Y/n.” Tom smiled in excitement when you came over to him.

“Hey Tom. Can I talk to you for a second?” You asked and nodded towards the side. You left Vienna with one of her friends and pulled Tom to the side to talk.

“What’s up?” He asked you, feeling a mixture of nervous and hopeful to be talking to you privately.

“Who usually does Vienna’s hair in the morning? You or your wife?” You asked him, catching him off guard.

“I do it. Why? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad. It’s just….” You trailed off and looked at Vienna messy head of honey brown curls.

“I’ll cut right to it. Vienna’s hair is a mess. A straight up mess. She came in today with a marker stuck in it. Then she proceeded to get three more markers stuck in it because it’s so messy.” You told him.

“Ah, geez. I’m sorry. Her mom died when she was still a baby so I never learned how to do her hair. I was kinda hoping she’d be baby bald forever.” Tom admitted, making you chuckle a little.

“Well she’s not. Shes got a lot of hair.” You laughed and looked over at Vienna again, who was pulling a crayon out of her hair to give to a classmate.

“I know. It’s all over out house. I found it in my butt crack the other day.” Tom said, immediately regretting sharing so much. You looked at him in surprise and he turned bright red.

“I wish I didn’t say that.” He said after a beat of silence.

“I wish you didn’t either.” You laughed, making him feel better. He gave you an embarrassed smile and you changed the subject for his sake.

“I’m sorry to hear about her mom. I didn’t know she didn’t have one.” You said in a soft tone.

“Thanks. She was too young to remember her anyway.” Tom brushed it off.

“But I’m sure you do.” You said with a sympathetic smile. Tom was stunned to silence for a minute as he realized he hadn’t thought about it that way. Most people expressed their sympathy for Vienna no longer having a mother, but Tom really revived sympathy for no longer having a wife.

“Yeah. I do.” He said quietly.

“It must be hard doing this alone.” You said and put your hand on his shoulder. Tom felt his heart pound in his chest at the contact and nodded his head.

“Can’t be much harder than teaching 17 4 year olds how to read and tie their shoes every day.” He chuckled softly.

“That’s true. That’s not much easier.” You admitted. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job. Vienna is a kind, smart, intelligent, and wonderful girl. That’s a reflection on her daddy.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Tom.” You smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Tom blushed again and put his hand on top of yours.

“Is that all you needed to tell me? That my daughters hair is wack?” Tom said with a teasing smile.

“No, that’s not all. I actually wanted to offer my services.”

“Your services?”

“Yeah. I don’t have any kids of my own but I’ve been a teacher for a few years now. Plus, I was a little girl myself once. I could teach you how to manage her hair, if you’d like.” You said with a shy smile.

“Really? You’d do that?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Of course. If that’s something you’d be interested in, I could come over after school one day and give you some lessons.”

“Yeah. I’d love that!” Tom blurted. “I mean, we’d love that. Vienna would love that. And so would I.”

“Does Friday work?” You chuckled at his excitement.

“Friday is perfect.”

“Cool beans. See you then.” You winked at him before walking away, leaving him with butterflies in his chest.

On Friday, you waited with Vienna by the front of the school until the last kid was picked up. Tom pulled up outside and got out of the car with a huge smile.

“Daddy!” Vienna ran to Tom and jumped into his arms. Tom scooped her up and kissed her cheek a few times before buckling her into her car seat. He then opened the passenger door for you with a shy smile.

“After you.” He said and gestured to the seat.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied for him before getting in the car.

“Ms Y/n is coming home with us?” Vienna asked once you were all in the car.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you.” Tom smiled at her through the rear view mirror.

“Yay!” Vienna cheered and reached her hand out. You reached your hand back and held her hand for the entirety of the car ride. Tom smiled to himself when he saw how close you two were before smiling at you. You smiled back at him and gave him one of your infamous winks. Tom pulled into the driveway within a few minutes and got out of the car to open your door for you. You got Vienna out of her car seat and carried her inside while Tom unlocked the door. You put Vienna down and he ran to go play, leaving you and Tom alone.

“Sorry it’s a little messy.” Tom apologized as you all stepped into the house. You looked around at all the evidence that a little girl lived there and smiled to yourself.

“No apology necessary. You should see my classroom. There’s half a peanut butter sandwich stuck to the ceiling and a pencil sticking out of the wall.” You told him.

“Yeah, I know a little about that. There’s a drawing of Olaf holding hands with Simba on my bedroom wall.” Tom chuckled.

“I would love to see that someday.” You said with a coy smile, making Tom turn bright red. He was too flustered to say anything so you quickly changed the subject.

“Why don’t we get started? What shampoo and conditioner do you use?”

“This.” Tom said and picked up a bottle of the counter.

“Oh.” You said after reading the bottle of Axe he had handed you.

“Is it bad? It’s the one I use too.”

“4 in one?” You looked up at him with a teasing smile.

“Yeah. It’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash. And it smells like “dark temptation”, which is really nice.” He replied. You burst out laughing before taking a bottle out of your bag.

“What if we try this? It’s an all natural shampoo. And it smells like rainbow blast. Whatever that means.” You handed it to him before going back into your bag.

“And this. This condition is really good for getting out knots and tangles. And it’s specifically made for curly hair.“ You told him and handed him another bottle.

“Wow. This is perfect. We can give that a try.” Tom smiled as he looked at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that he always walked past in the store because he was too overwhelmed to pick one. You smiled back at him before taking another bottle out of your bag.

“This is body wash. I know Vienna likes unicorns so I found one with them on it.”

“Thank you. Yeah, she really likes unicorns.” Tom smiled fondly at how well you knew his daughter.

“You’re welcome. Oh, and this.” You said and handed him a fluffy yellow loofah.

“What the hell is this?” Tom asked as he stared at the loofah in disbelief.

“A loofah.”

“A what?”

“You put the body wash on it and then scrub yourself. You’ve never seen one?”

“I thought those only existed in movies.” Tom whispered, too afraid to say it out loud.

“They’re real.” You laughed. “Yellow is her favorite color right?”

“Yes. Like every other little girl.” Tom chuckled.

“She’s not like every other little girl. I love that about her. She’s already her own person and she’s only 4.”

“Yeah. She’s a great kid.” Tom smiled fondly at the thought of her.

“She gets it from her daddy.” You said and took a step closer to him.

“I think it has more to do with the great influence she has at school.” Tom shrugged and took a step towards you.

“Maybe it’s the combination of the two.”

“Maybe. We make a pretty great team.” Tom smiled and pointed between the two of you.

“We do.” You agreed and leaned towards him ever so slowly. Tom leaned in as well but right before your lips could touch, he lost his nerve and pulled away. You looked to the ground in disappointment but quickly filled the silence.

“So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you actually.” You said to him.

“Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“How did Vienna get her name? Was it the city or the song?”

“The song. But specifically the use of the song in the 13 Going on 30 movie. That scene always made me cry. And when I saw her for the first time, I couldn’t imagine naming her anything else.” Tom told you, retelling that’s your for the first time in a long time. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile, almost not believing what he just said.

“What?” Tom wondered when he saw the way you were staring at him.

“Nothing. I just love that movie.”

“You do?”

“Are you kidding? It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. It’s so romantic.” You sighed happily.

“It’s very romantic. But if I went into a closet on my birthday and then missed the next 17 years of my life, I’d be pretty freaked out.”

“Yeah. They never really address that. She’s just exited to have a bigger closet.” You chuckled.

“Honestly, that is pretty exciting. I might give up the next 17 years of my life for a bigger closet.” Tom said and stepped towards you again.

“But think of all the things you’d miss.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He asked with a coy smile.

“You tell me.” You returned the smile and leaned in closer to his face.

“What are you guys doing?” Vienna asked, making you both jump apart.

“Nothing. Let’s do your hair, yeah?” You said quickly. You picked Vienna up and put her in a chair in front of a big mirror. Tom watched with awe as you sprayed her hair with water and began to smooth it back.

“Okay. Let’s start with the basics.” You began. “This is a pony tail. All the hair goes to the back. You can have fun with this. It can be a high pony or a low pony. And it’s great to accessorize with a bow or scrunchie. Here. You try.”

Tom gulped nervously as tried to copy what he just watched you do. It took him a minute, but he eventually formed a pony tail in Vienna’s hair.

“That was good!” You clapped for Tom. He blushed and stepped to the side so you could show him more.

“These are pigtails. Pigtails are two pony tails on either side of the head.” You explained and showed him the hairstyle you just did.

“That’s a lot of tails.” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“You try.” You laughed and stepped to the side. Tom did his best to copy what you had done and ended up with two sloppy pigtails on either side of Vienna’s head.

“Amazing. You’re a natural.” You complimented him. “But now this is the real test. Can you braid?”

“Braid?” Tom gulped.

“Yeah. Like this.” You said and braided Viennas’s hair with ease.

“Darling, I believe those are called plaits.” Tom clicked his tongue at you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm, sure. Plaits.” You laughed. “Let me show you how to plait.”

“I believe you’re mocking me.” He smiled teasing as he took his daughters hair in his hands.

“Me? Never.” You said sarcastically. “Now, you can have a lot of fun with braids- er - I mean plaits. You can do a pony tail and then a plait, two plaits, French plaits, Dutch plaits. Or my favorite….” You trailed off as you made a Dutch braid that went all the way across Vienna’s head and ended on her shoulder.

“This is how I wore my hair every day as a little girl.” You said as you proudly showed Tom your work.

“Do you like it daddy?” Vienna asked as she admired herself in the mirror.

“I love it. You look beautiful.” Tom smiled at her in the mirror before kissing the top of her head. You carefully undid the braid in Vienna’s hair so that Tom could give it a go.

“Here. You try.”

“Like this?” Tom asked after loosely recreating the braid you had made.

“Almost. May I?” You asked and went to place your hands over his.

“Go ahead.” He nodded as his throat went dry. You smiled and put your hands over his to help him with the braid.

“Perfect. You made a perfect plait.” You smiled proudly at him once the braid was done.

“No. This right here is a braid.” Tom said, making your smile grow. You stared at each other for a minute before you both started to lean in.

“Bun.” You blurted before your lips could touch.

“What?” Tom asked and pulled away.

“Do you know how to do a bun?” You quickly changed the subject to relieve the tension.

“Oh, uh, no.” Tom shook his head and hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt. You showed him how to do a bun without making eye contact with him and eventually get yourself relax.

“I have one last thing to show you.” You told him.

“Oh no. I can’t handle anymore.” He chuckled.

“That’s why this is perfect. One that days when you just can’t be bothered to do a hairstyle, the headband is your best friend.” You said as you handed Tom a yellow headband you had brought.

“This is a boomerang.” Tom said and pointed to it.

“No, actually, it’s not. It’s exactly what I just told you it was.” You laughed and put the headband in Vienna’s hair.

“Boom. Headband.”

“It’s that easy?” Tom’s eyes widened.

“It’s that easy.” You nodded.

“Wow. Her hair hasn’t looked this good since it first came out of her head.” Tom said in disbelief.

“I honestly believe you.”

“Thanks so much. How can I repay you?” Tom asked you while Vienna admired herself in the mirror.

“Please. The pleasure was all mine.” You said and squeezed his shoulder again.

“Can Ms. Y/n stay for dinner? Please daddy?” Vienna asked.

“That’s up to her.” Tom said and looked at you.

“I’d love to.”

You and Vienna cleaned up the hair supplied while Tom got started on dinner. You left Vienna to play in her room before going to help Tom in the kitchen. He put on an old song and twirled you under his arm, making you feel like you were an old married couple. You snuck glances over at him every few seconds as you chopped up some vegetables and brushed against his shoulders every time you had to move past him.

By the time you finished dinner, Vienna’s eyes were shutting every few seconds as she rested her hand on her cheek.

“Come on. I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.” Tom said and picked her up. You followed them in Vienna’s room and stood back as he tucked her into her bed.

“Can I stay up for just five more minutes? Please, daddy?” Vienna asked through a yawn.

“Sure. Just five more.” Tom agreed. You put a hand on his shoulder and stroked your pinky down Vienna’s nose a few times until her eyes shut. Her soft snores soon filled the room so the two of you snuck out and quietly shut the door behind you.

“How did you do that?” Tom asked once you were alone.

“Magic.” You whispered and ran your finger down Tom’s nose the way you had done to Vienna. He blushed a pink all the way to his ears and leaned into your touch.

“I guess I should probably go.” You said softly as you pulled your hand away.

“You don’t have to.” Tom offered, hoping you wouldn’t go.

“I don’t?” You asked and took a step towards him.

“I mean, not to brag, but I do have 13 Going on 30 on DVD.”

“Oh do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on Tom’s couch with your head on his shoulder while 13 Going on 30 played. You talked about all the things you couldn’t talk about while Vienna was awake and slowly got to know each other better and better. You looked over at each other every so often to make sure the other was enjoying themselves. The movie ended all too soon and before you knew it, you were standing by his front door again.

“I had a good time tonight.” You told him, feeling like you were a teenager again.

“So did I.” Tom smiled. “Maybe you could swing by tomorrow and show me how to do those French braids again? Or you could just move in and teach me everything. Do you think you could talk to her about her first period while you’re here?”

“She’s 4.” You laughed.

“I know. When do periods start again?” He asked and nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry. You still have a couple years before you have to think about that.” You laughed again and patted his chest.

“I know I do. But I worry now because I won’t have someone like you in a couple years to educate me like you did today. And the Internet can only teach me so much.” Tom said with genuine sadness.

“Who says I won’t be around in a couple years?” You shrugged and took a step towards him.

“Well, the school only goes up to 5 year olds. She’ll be out after next year.”

“That’s true. What are you gonna do about it?” You asked him as you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t know. Do you have an ideas?” He asked and put his pinky under your chin to tilt your face closer to his.

“I’m a teacher. I’m full of ideas.” You replied before leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him.

Vienna was driven to her grandparents the following morning while you hid in Tom’s room, still tangled in his bed sheets. You stared at the drawing of Olaf and Simba with a fond smile until Tom came back.

“Okay. My parents are letting her sleep over at their house tonight. That means you can stay the night again.“ Tom smiled in excitement as he climbed back into the bed with you.

“Do you feel bad that we’re lying to her?” You asked as you moved some hair off of Tom’s forehead.

“I did at first. But somewhere between the first kiss and waking up beside you, I stopped feeling any sort of remorse.” Tom smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Yeah.” You smiled against his lips. “Me too.”

That Monday, Tom carried Vienna to the parent drop off door and couldn’t wait to show you the braids he had done in her hair. You noticed it immediately and gave him a knowing look.

“Hey Vienna. Nice hair.” You said and twirled one of her braids around your finger.

“Thanks Ms. Y/n.” Vienna smiled shyly before going to hug Tom.

“Bye daddy.”

“Bye, honey bee. I love you.” Tom put her down and kissed her cheek a few times before sending her into the school. You casually walked over to him and looked around for anyone who might be looking.

“Hi, Mr. Holland. Do anything fun this weekend?” You asked him with a coy smile. Tom grinned and pulled you by the waist against his body.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” He whispered in your ear before kissing you cheek. You quickly stepped away from each other afterwards so that no other parents would get suspicious but exchanged shy smiles.

“Do you think she knows about us?” Tom whispered and nodded towards Vienna.

“She’s 4. She doesn’t even know how to get dressed by herself.” You assured him.

“Okay. Good. We’ll figure out a time to tell her together, then.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“I like that. Together.” You repeated and fought the urge to kiss him again.

“I’ll see you at parent pick up?” He asked, fighting the same urge that you were.

“See you then.” You winked at him before going inside to your classroom.

“Welcome back, students. I’m glad to see you all returned for another fun filled week. Does anyone want to get up in front of the class and tell us what they did this weekend?” You asked your students once they were all in their seats. Vienna’s hand immediately shot up and you pointed to her.

“Yes, Vienna.” You called on her and she went to the front of the room with a huge smile.

“This weekend, I saw daddy kissing Ms. Y/n. On the mouth!” Vienna told the class with a huge smile. The kids reacted with a mixture of disgust and excitement from the news as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Oh my God.” You whispered.

“I saw them kiss on Friday night when they thought I was sleeping and I thought they would kiss again but then daddy sent me to my grandmas house for the weekend. But when I came home on Sunday, Ms. Y/n’s jacket was still on my couch!” Vienna continued, sending the kids into a frenzy. Some were screaming “ew!” while others ooo’ed and made kissy faces at you.

“Oh my God.” You whispered again and pulled out your phone to text Tom.

“she knows. she 100% knows. we must’ve left her bedroom door open when we kissed. and I left my jacket on your couch”

“oh no 😦 we need to cover our tracks better next time. no more 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 until we know she’s 😴”

“not loving the emoji choice” You chuckled as you texted him. “but agreed. lesson learned”

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