𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Family Day

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

Parings → Mob! Dad! Tom Holland x Mum! Reader

Warnings → none

Summary → Tom is a sucker for spoiling his baby girl, completely soft for the both of you.

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“Alright, do we have everything?” Tom asked. You did another once over of your bag, making a mental note of the things you’d tried to remember to bring.

Tom noticed you struggling, your eyebrows drawing together adorably as you went over your checklist in your head.

“My wallet?” he asked. In his mind that was the only thing you needed, the mobster had no problem spoiling his babes but your stubborn side insisted you bring along your own wallet just in case, plus a few other things like snacks for Scarlett in case she got hungry again after lunch.

“Check,” you confirmed. You expected him to keep listing things off, but apparently that was all for him, leaving you to check the rest for yourself.

“A funny little girl?” he teased, tickling Scarlett’s belly to hear her squeal with laughter. His fingers danced over her stomach until she was unable to catch her breath, the man pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks to calm her down.

He scooped her up into his arms, reaching over to sneak his hand around your waist to guide you to the door so you’d stop worrying about what you did and didn’t have, at the end of the day he could always buy more.

Unfortunately as you reached the front door you were met with Harrison’s sheepish looking face. He was very much aware today was family day, something Tom insisted you have once every two weeks to give himself a break from his mob duties to spend doting on his favourite people. So the fact that there was even a chance it could be interrupted to deal with the dark, murderous reality of your husband’s job was incredibly frustrating.

“No, not today,” you demanded to the blonde, turning on your heel to look at your husband with what he and your daughter would call your ‘mum look.’

The brunette looked at his friend and simply shrugged his shoulders. Of course he would never want his enemies to know this, but he was wrapped around yours and Scarlett’s finger. He was completely soft for you so he didn’t know how to say no when it came down to it.

“The lady has spoken,” Tom stated, brushing off the man as he followed you out the door to his car, telling Harrison whatever it was could either wait or be dealt with by someone else.

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“So, now that we’re all full, how about we head to that toy shop down the road,” Tom suggested. You rolled your eyes, hearing the happy cheers of your four year old. He just couldn’t resist completely spoiling her and she was never one to complain.

The three of you packed up at the restaurant, your girl slipping her small hand into her dad’s much larger one so she could walk with him. You nudged your arm against his as you strolled down the street, tuning out the nonsense rambles of your baby girl so you could talk with your husband.

“You spoil her way too much, you know?” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as his eyes trailed over to his bubba. He just loved her too much to even think about saying no, especially not if it meant there was a chance she’d get upset with him. He knew it’d be bad in the long run, but for now he was going to continue to indulge in his spending habit on his daughter.

“How could I not? Look how happy she is.”

And she was indeed very happy, even happier when her daddy bought her the doll she’d been wanting for weeks. Safe to say, the so-called scary mobster was utterly soft for his wife and daughter, and no amount of bad things he’d witness in his job would change that.

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