SORRY

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“probably a highlight of my career.”

reminder that Sam Wilson

is still helping catch bad guys

can speak Arabic???? HELLO??????

is saving people's lives

when he sees things are going south at home, steps in to help

sent bucky texts probably to check in on him

has the time to be fucking hilarious during an intense fight

gave up the shield because he didn't feel worthy of it even though everything about him screams otherwise

has a lovely relationship with his nephews

handles disrespect gracefully even though he had every right to punch that fucker in the face

talks to redwing. like doesn't remote control him, he legitimately talks to him

ALSO HE FIXES REDWING. TECHNOLOGICAL GENIUS

favorite crime ✧ t.holland

summary: all the things you did for this relationship, you were really hoping that you were his favorite crime.

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, a little bit of crying, Harrison being the best lad ever, leaving Tessa.

a/n: oh god this song hit in the wrong places but anyways, this not have a lot of conversations and it's short but painful so yeah, hope you like it! request are open, also english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake. take care of yourself pls <3 (not my gif)

You took a big breath of air and stood on your tiptoes to reach for the purple suitcase on top of the closet. It was already decided, today you would leave.

The house was beginning to feel empty. Some of your pants were still in the drawers, waiting to be put away. But, your favorite mugs along with your shoes were already packed in another suitcase in the living room.

"You'll be right here when i get back, right?"

"Of course, Tommy."

Bullshit.

Those were the last words you shared with your "boyfriend" in the morning and the last words you would share for a long time. You ached for those two sentences, because you knew that somehow you would always wait for him no matter what.

Memories began to flood your mind as you opened a drawer and Tom's scent wafted into the air for a few moments. It was going to be hard to get used to a new smell.

Your relationship had probably started in the worst way; you and Tom met in a bar, the night fell and you fell into his bed only to find out later that he had a girlfriend and you were the "other".

At some point this wasn't sitting right with you, it wasn't just casual sex anymore, the two of you were falling in love without thinking about what might happen in the future and that was just fucked up.

He finally broke up with her, that meant he was all yours. Although, your heart was broken when you found out that the Spider-Man filming was over and he had to go back to London with his family.

The two of you agreed to have a long distance relationship, and so it was, for five months the only thing that kept you close to him was a screen and video calls at three in the morning because of the time difference.

Until you came up with the idea of buying an apartment in London and surprising him. Probably the best and worst idea of your whole life, but you were living your love story, who cares?

You met his family and friends some time later. At this point you knew it was serious and you knew what you were getting into.

Then came the move, and finally you could share a bed with him for the rest of your days.

Or that's what you thought.

Thursday last week, 4 am. Your need to make pee woke you from your sleep and so you had to leave the bed to head to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Tom's cell phone was "charging" in the bathroom socket, although it really was plugged in wrong and didn't even have 2%.

Nothing bad was going to happen if you checked it, right? You knew it was wrong, but Tom's indifference these past few weeks told you to do it.

Tears started to fall in the sink when some messages with "Samantha" didn't look like friends, but something else.

It took you a week to process whether you should stay and deal with it, or if you should just run away and pretend this never happened and start over in another country.

And the latter option was the one that caught your attention the most.

You plopped down on the couch, taking a second to watch as the house looked lifeless and the two suitcases in front of you were packed.

You started crying again, you still couldn't believe that your fairy tale had ended right here. And just as it started, with a cheating relationship.

Tessa came up to you as soon as she heard your sobs and started licking your face to wipe away your tears, having no idea what was going on.

"Oh Tess, i'm sure that you are the only one who's gonna miss me." you ran your hand and over her head and pushed her a little so you could get up and put water and kibble on her plates.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later and you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come. You opened it and found Harrison, who pursed his lips into a line when he saw you.

"I'm gonna lock the doors and leave Tessa outside, 'm right back." you told him and he just nodded, giving a quick glance around the house, noticing the sadness overflowing from the walls. You really were the joy of the place.

When you returned your things were gone and Harrison was waiting for you in the car, so you assumed he had already taken them up.

The drive was silent, only the faint melody of the radio could be heard. And somehow you were glad it was like that.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked as he lowered the last suitcase from the back seat.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't belong to London and I have nothing to do here. He's got a new girl and I'm sure he'll be fine." you replied with a bittersweet smile.

"What about you? You're gonna be fine?" his question really got you thinking, you'll be fine without Tom? Sure he'll be fine without you, but what about you?

"I guess I'll find out eventually," you grimaced and nodded, then checked the time on the watch on your left hand. "Thank you for bringing me here, and for everything, i guess."

"It's nothing, what you deserve." he shrugged his shoulders and moved closer to you so he could hug you, resting his chin on your head.

"I hope when you see the chain you are now wearing you will remember me." you broke off and played with the chain hanging from his neck, for you had given it to him on his birthday.

"I will, i promise." he said between a little laugh and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Come on, Haz. Give me another hug." you moved closer again and when your head made contact with his chest you felt your eyes get wet again.

"Don't cry because i'm gonna cry, dumbass." he said as he felt his shirt get a little wet and tears began to fill his eyes.

"Goodbye." you sighed and picked up your suitcases to start carrying them to the entrance.

"Have a good flight." was the last thing he said before he opened the car door so he could get in and drive home.

The flight was leaving in an hour and a half but you had to be there earlier to check in and you had already done that, so there was nothing left to do but wait for the call.

You turned on your phone and your wallpaper caught you, realizing you hadn't changed it yet. It was a picture where you and Tom were sitting on the grass, away from everyone and in your faces you could see the happiness, at what point did it vanish?

Time passed quickly and when you remembered you were already climbing the stairs to get on the plane, until you felt your phone vibrate and you knew instantly who it was.

Tom's name next to a heart lit up your screen, and you stepped out of line to think if you were really doing the right thing and not overreacting.

"It's everything okay, miss?" the flight attendant asked when she noticed you stopped moving forward and you were practically the last one left to board the plane.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." you apologized and turned off your cell phone to enter the plane, accepting your fate, without turning back.

"Welcome to flight 230, London to Canada."

When the plane took off, you were hoping that you were his favorite crime.

What should've happened (insp)

stay ✧ t.holland

summary; the last show of your tour it's coming, but someone it's not.

warnings; language, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, sadness(?

a/n; ugh, this shit it was so difficult to write bc i feel like having some kinda of mental block so yeah; it's inspired in a lyric of a song that i saw on tiktok; may do part two about this bc why not. as always english it's not my first language so sorry about the mistakes. requests are open!! send some and take care <3 (not my gif)

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the relationship between you and Tom was difficult, because he was constantly traveling to record and you to be able to give concerts. Tom was back from finishing recording three weeks ago, although you hadn't seen him for the last shows on your tour

the last show was in London and most of your friends would be there, supporting you at the close of your tour. you were concentrating on how well everything was going, thinking that Tom was in the audience, or at least he were in the after party.

every time a song started, you tried to look for Tom's face, you hadn't seen him and the fact that you didn't find him either made you feel somewhat uneasy.

"thank you London!" you gave one last shout when the last song ended, thanking the audience and running backstage to meet some of your friends.

"get it, girl!" Sam immediately scooped you up in his arms. he was your best friend and thanks to him you met your boyfriend. "you we're amazing out there! like, burning the stage!"

"where is Tom?" you asked when you didn't see him around, immediately the smiles faded a bit and the atmosphere fell silent.

"'m sure he's going to the pube, coming?" Harrison told you and you nodded, making a sign that you would go to change so that you could be more comfortable.

"where is Tom?" Harry asked in a serious voice once you got out of their sight. Harrison just lifted his shoulders as a sign that he didn't know.

"Tuwaine went looking for him at the apartment," Sam recalled, turning on his phone to see if he had a message from his friend. "he hasn't said anything yet."

"do you really think he forgot?" Harry asked and the atmosphere turned awkward. "he can't"

"at this point, I don't know anything," Harrison tapped the bridge of his nose to let out some stress. "you've heard how he has complained about their relationship in these weeks." you weren't aware of it, but Tom was constantly complaining about the relationship you two had. he had said that he did not know if he wanted to continue for the little time you two shared together. you two made daily video calls, yes, but it wasn't enough and you knew that.

"well, he's gonna be a piece of shit if he don't show to the party at least." Sam commented in an angry tone, slapping his friends when he saw you start to get closer.

"ready to go, miss?" Harry held out his arm to you and you laughed at this, before leaving the place to go to the pub.

°•°•°•

If you were honest, you did not enjoy the after as much as you thought. Tom had not shown up all night, Tuwaine said that Tom was not at his apartment and was not answering his phone.

"thank you for coming, love you, babe." you said goodbye to one of the last people who were at the party, when you saw that she left through the glass door immediately your eyes began to fill with tears. Sam quickly put down the crystal glasses he was collecting and walked over to you.

"hey, hey, what's wrong, love?" he asked with concern, already knowing the answer.

"you know, Sammy," you started sniffing and watched as the others began to approach you. "it's been really hard to keep all my shit together, i really miss him all the time and i just wanted to see him at the show or at least here, but he didn't come."

"I'm sure that he's at home with a surprise to you." Harry tried to cheer you up, running his hand over your shoulder.

"you don't get it, Harry," you lifted your gaze to connect with his, your eyes red from the tears you had shed. "he hasn't told me he loves me in weeks, sometimes he didn't answer my calls," Sam began to feel a lump form in his throat, he didn't know if it was because it hurt to see you like this or because of the anger that felt with his brother. "you know, i don't think he loves me anymore. maybe he has another girl, someone who can be at home all the time" that was the only sentence that you had to say to break something in the inside of Sam, what happen to his brother who always said how in love he was with you?

"I'm gonna call the uber so we can get out of here." Sam announced and pulled out his phone, squinting as the light from the screen hit him.

"I don't wanna see Tom," you grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at you. "let's go to a hotel, please." you begged him.

"you don't have to see Tom or talk to him if you don't want to," Tuwaine quickly said and began to run a hand through your hair to relax you. "you can sleep in my room and i'll sleep in the couch, it's fine." you nodded and thanked him, with that, Sam left the establishment to order the uber, however, his fingers moved towards his contacts, looking quickly for his brother's. after the fifth tone, the voice of Tom reached his brother's ears.

"hello?"

"where the fuck are you?" he asked quickly, not giving him time to speak again.

"in the house, where are you and all of the divs?" he asked without understanding what was happening, Sam could hear the alcohol in the voice of his brother.

"do you know what day it is today?" he asked, knowing the stupid answer he would give him.

"um, friday?" he replied in a doubtful tone. "I don't understand, Sam, tell me what's going on."

"where were you three hours ago?" he asked again, completely ignoring his brother.

"Sam-"

"answer the damn question, Thomas." he hissed, losing patience. Tom let out a sigh before answering.

"my friend told me he was going to have a little party, so I went to have fun for a while, happy?" when he stopped speaking, his brother clicked his tongue as he shook his head without his being able to see him.

"wow, I can't believe you."

"what?" the brunette asked through the phone. "okay Sam, tell me what the hell is going on, I don't get it." he ordered, tired of getting no response.

"today was y/n's last show, here, in London," when his brain processed his information, he cursed under his breath. "she really expected you to be there, you know, as a supportive boyfriend."

"where is she now?" he asked not knowing what to do. "Sam, tell me now!"

"slow down and don't yell at me, I'm not the one who forgot the most special show to his girlfriend," he said in an annoyed tone, almost shouting in the middle of the stool. "we're going home right now, and she doesn't want to talk to you. so when we get home, you better be in your room." before Tom could protest, his brother hung up on him.

the vehicle arrived in a few minutes, Sam, Harry and you left in one, while Tuwaine and Harrison requested another. you wanted to stop crying but you couldn't, the pain I felt just took over everything else. there was no daily post on Instagram, you had not been able to enjoy the party, there was no more you happy.

you rested your head on Sam's shoulder while you tried to calm your labored breathing due to the crying you had let out a few minutes ago. your head began to throb from the tears that had come out of your eyes, little by little you fell asleep. Harry gave Sam a look when he noticed that your eyes were closed and your chest rose and fell calmly.

"i can't believe that he do that shit." Sam said in a low tone but with clear anger.

"you know, maybe it was the stress of filming." Harry tried to calm things down, Sam denied at this sentence.

"he finished recording three weeks ago and the only thing that he does it's talk bullshit about his relationship," his hand was running through your hair so you could rest better, and hopefully, you won't get up to see Tom. "she just doesn't deserve this."

"but we can't do anything about it, Sam", the one with curls kept talking and focused his gaze on you, you looked so calm compared to how you were a while ago. "it's not our relationship."

"but she is my best friend."

"and Tom is your brother", his twin told him and he frowned. "I'm not defending him, I'm just saying that we should stay out of this."

"whatever"

the car was parked and Harry took you in his arms carefully so as not to wake you up, Tuwaine and Harrison still haven't arrived. Sam put the key in and turned it so his brother could come in and lead you into a room.

"where do I put her?" Harry asked, pushing the door as best he could.

"in Tuwaine's room". he answered him and shifted his gaze to his other brother, who was sitting in an armchair in the living room. he closed the door before approaching.

Tom saw how Harry went upstairs with you asleep, your makeup was smeared and he could notice your chapped lips, which only happens when you are very nervous and cry for a long time.

"Sam, i-" Tom got up and tried to talk to his brother, but he raised his finger and put it in front of him.

"don't," he said as he turned and left the keys in the kitchen. "it's not me you owe an apology to. Good night."

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the sun's rays began to penetrate the curtains of the room. you stirred in bed when you felt the light on your eyelids, when you felt it, you quickly realized that you were not in your room, because your curtains were blue and not white.

slowly you sat on the bed, your body ached and you noticed that you were wearing gray pants and that you were only in bra, you were confused by this. you took your cell phone that was on the small nightstand, you noticed that it was connected to the charger and that it had 100%, when did this happen? a notification from Harry was taking all the screen and you opened the message quickly.

all of us we left the house so that you and Tom could talk, also, i tried to put on a shirt but you push me away on your sleep, so i left you like this, i hope i didn't bother you ://

you responded with a 'thank you' due to his sweet action and forced yourself to get out of bed. you didn't want to do it, you didn't want to see or talk to him. you didn't know why he hadn't been to your show or party yesterday, but because of how angry Sam looked when he "asked for the uber" you could imagine something

you slowly dragged your bare feet into Tuwaine's closet and you opened it so you could grab any shirt and put it on. it smelled good, but it wasn't the smell you were used to.

everything felt very sad, the house was silent and you were destroyed. you missed the mornings where Tom would wake you up with two quick kisses on each cheek to let you know that breakfast was ready, no thanks to him, but it was ready.

took a deep breath before putting your hand on the cold knob and turning it to be able to leave the room, mentally preparing yourself for what was coming, but, no one is ready for a breakup, even tho, you didn't know yet.

the familiar smell of tea reached your nose faster than you expected, you didn't close the bedroom door and started walking down the hall to the kitchen, where you saw him. your eyes noticed something very noticeable on his neck, but you didn't say anything.

"y/n," Tom said in a soft whisper as he turned and saw you standing in front of him. "do you want a cup?" he asked, trying to stretch out the time.

"don't do that and let's just go to the point." you shook your head and he nodded, pressing his lips back to the cup with the hot liquid. "why you weren't there?"

the environment was silent at this question, he wanted to speak, but did not know what to say. he did not know that it would hurt you more, that he did not remember or lie to you to look good.

"great," you sighed, deciphering the answer. "thank you for remembering."

"let me explain." he wanted to speak and tried to get closer to you, but you backed off.

"explain what? that you're a shitty boyfriend?" you asked and crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling how your vision began to blur due to the tears that began to form. "believe, yesterday that was very clear to me." you walked around it until you got to the fridge so you could get the milk out.

"I'm not a shitty boyfriend," he kept talking, but you ignored him. "it's just that- I'm stressed." he ran his hand over his neck to make it look more believable.

"wow, Thomas," you put the milk carton next to the mug and turned to face it. "I have to say, to be an actor, you act like shit trying to make your excuse credible."

"it's not an excuse!"

"the smell of alcohol in your shirt says otherwise," you raised your eyebrows and turned to put the milk away, swallowing dry before speaking again without looking at him. "and you have a hickey, I'll guess it's not mine because we don't have sex like four months ago." at this point your "boyfriend" didn't know what to say

"look, I'm so sorry about it," he started to speak and grabbed you by the cheeks, a few inches from your lips to connect. "I know I have a hickey and all, but-"

"you still love me?" you cut him off, taking him by surprise, leaving him frozen for a moment. "but like for real, do you still do it?"

"yeah, baby of course. what kinda question is that?" he nodded frantically as his thumb wiped away one of the tears that ran down your face.

"then why you didn't go?" you asked, in your eyes you could see all the pain that you held. "why you kissed with some other girl? i'm not enough, Thomas? do you need someone who can be there all the time?" Tom swallowed when these questions reached his ears, he didn't know what to say at all.

"no, no, what are you saying?" he asked in disbelief and the grip on your cheeks tightened a bit as his eyes also began to fill with tears. "I really love you, y/n, you're the whole reason about everything." he assured you.

"i am?" you asked and raised an eyebrow. you removed Tom's hands from your face and wiped away some tears with your palms. "we can't be together anymore." his jaw clenched at this.

"what? you're not serious," he denied immediately and watched as you left the kitchen, leaving the cup of milk in the kitchen counter. "darling, c'mon."

"don't 'darling' me," you replied and he was speechless, he never thought that the day of the two of you break up would come so soon. "you cheated on me and you didn't go to my last show, do you know how many tweets there will be from all this? Thousands, Tom, thousands."

"so what about it?"

"you don't get it, do you?" you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, he denied. "everyone's gonna talk about my fucking stupid boyfriend that forgot my show and made out with someone else."

"stop saying that!" he yelled with some anger, he didn't like you repeating over and over the mistakes he made yesterday. "please, stop."

"I'll stop," you assured him and nodded. "because we're done." this last sentence echoed a lot in his head, and he thought TOO MUCH what he was going to say next.

"fine, i'm fucking leaving." he gave you one last look and started walking towards the room that you two shared. you let out all the tears that you were holding back when you saw that he entered the room.

"it's not like you ever tried to stay." you said in a last breath and forced yourself to go to the room of somebody else to wait there until all the boys come house, just to find out that Tom it's leaving

a year???? you fuckers🥺

the fact that i was in the zoom in that moment mades everything more funny

#just zoom meeting things

keep on dancing, king.

sure, mommy! ✧ t.holland

summary: you weren't ready for that word, but you loved every letter of it.

warnings: fluff, kid crying, mentions of death(?

a/n: ugh, this is so cute i think that i hate it a little bit, but anyways. i'm a sucker for dad!tom so this went out. requests are open! as always, english it's not my first language so i hope this is good! take care of yourself pls, (not my gif) <3

Your eyes were glued to your cell phone as you waited for Tom outside of work. You wiggled your fingers so you could create combinations of three candies in Candy Crush and move up a level.

"Ready to go?" Tom asked and beeped, causing you to look up and see him with a smile as you approached towards his car.

"Hey, baby," you waved through the window before opening the door and giving him a little kiss on his lips. "How are you?"

"Good now that i see you," he replied with his gaze fixed on the road, so he didn't see your little pout. "Do you mind if we go get Veronica from school? I wasn't planning on it, but we are just in time, so." your eyes sparkled as you listened to your boyfriend's proposal.

Veronica was Tom's little five-year-old daughter, and you adored her completely as she did the same. Ronnie lost her mom when she was two, and according to Harry, Tom hadn't given himself a chance to meet anyone else until you came along.

"Okay, just sit here and keeping looking pretty. I'll get Ronnie," Tom said and took off his seat belt, but not before giving you a kiss on the cheek and getting out of the car. "I'll be right back! Don't move!"

"I won't!" you shouted at him and saw how little by little his figure became smaller due to the distance he was walking to reach the metal door and pick up the girl.

Spending time with Ronnie and Tom was one of the things that undoubtedly brightened your day completely, you loved the moments you three created. You even thought that someday the three of you might be an official family; for Tom you already were, but he knew that Ronnie wasn't quite ready to be able to adjust to her new "mom" yet.

"I've got a surprise for you in the car." the sweet tone of your boyfriend's voice reached your ears, realizing he was speaking to the brunette who came along with him.

You peeked your head out the window a little to see the little girl. Veronica looked just like Tom, only with green eyes thanks to her mother, her hair was chocolate colored and its ends ended in curls, small freckles adorned the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a light blue shirt with an illustration of Cinderella with navy blue leggings and light blue tennis shoes with pink stripes that matched her t-shirt; Tom was holding his Minnie lunchbox in his right hand while in the other he held her little hand.

"Really? What is it, daddy?" Ronnie asked with great excitement and jumped up and down, making his dad smile.

"Oh, you have to wait," the little green-eyed girl pouted at that phrase. "I'll give it to you only if you promise me that you were a good girl today and didn't fight over toys with the other kids." Tom knelt down so he could get down to her level and held up his little finger to her. It didn't take Ronnie a second to wrap the same finger around her dad's, smiling at the huge size difference. "Alright, you can see it now."

When you saw Veronica's two pigtails begin to jump quickly, indicating that she was coming running, you opened the door that covered you, revealing your body with your arms outstretched, making Ronnie run faster and her smile grow bigger.

"Y/N!" she greeted you with a shout and hugged you as tight as she could with her little arms.

"How's my favorite brunnete?" you asked and lifted her up in your arms so you could sit her on your lap so you were both inside the car.

"I'm good!" she responded immediately and shifted a little so she could settle in nicely. "I learned the colors today." she said with great pride and nodded her head.

"Yeah?" Tom asked once he was in his seat and stretched his hand towards your arm so he could point. "Then, tell me what color is Y/N's blouse?"

"That's so easy, daddy," the little girl rolled her eyes at your boyfriend's question. "It's light blue."

"Good girl! Give me five." you congratulated her and raised your right hand so you could high-five the little girl on your lap.

The ride home was filled with laughter and humming along to songs you and Tom had previously chosen so you could do carpool karaoke between the two of you, even if little Ronnie joined in this time.

"Uncle Sam, i'm home!" Tom's daughter warned as soon as she stepped inside the house.

"Oh yeah, forgot to tell ya'," Tom apologized with anticipation and hung the little pink lunch box on the coat rack. "Sam won't be going to work today, so i'll guess we're eating extra fancy today." he said with some amusement and you moved your shoulders a little to simulate a dance.

"Aren't you going to say hello to me?" Harry's accent reached your ears and you started walking down the main hallway so you could get to the dining room, where Sam was serving the food.

"Hey, Y/N," Sam lifted his head slightly to look at you and wave without stopping serving. "I made your favorite meal to make up for you having to eat Harry's burnt noodles for a week."

"Hey!" his brother gave him an indignant look as he held his niece in his arms. "They weren't that bad."

"If you say so." Veronica whispered just loud enough for her uncle to hear her, earning tickles on her neck from him.

The meal went by so incredibly fast that you couldn't believe it was already time for you to get back to work. Usually, Harry would give you a ride thanks to his being a few blocks from yours, so it would be easy to drop you off in passing.

"Alright, see you later," Harry grabbed his backpack and slung it on, searching for you with his gaze until he found you on the couch with the little brunette on your lap. "You ready, Y/N?"

"Sure, let me get my laptop and we can go," he nodded and you placed your hands on Veronica's small waist so you could carry her to the room you shared with Tom, leave her in his care and grab your laptop. "I'm going." you warned Tom, who was folding the clean laundry.

"Already?" he said and pouted which made your heart soften.

"I'm sorry, baby. I have to go back," you reached over and gave him a small kiss on his lips, causing his pout to soon turn into a smile. "I'm handing you your little monster." you leaned the little girl you were carrying in your arms a little towards Tom, but she clutched her arms around your neck.

"I don't want you to leave." she shook and hid her face in the crook of your neck, clinging tighter.

"Ronnie, baby," your boyfriend put his hands on his daughter's back so he could peel her off. "Y/N have to go back to work, she'll be back soon, i promise." he said in a soft tone so the little girl could let go.

"But i don't want her to go!" you felt your neck starting to get wet from the tears she was shedding. You motioned for Tom to move a little away so you could talk to the smaller one.

"Ronnie?" you called to her and she lifted her face, revealing her green eyes that were now starting to turn red from crying. "If i stay, you promise you'll sleep early today?"

"Yes! Of course!" she nodded quickly and you smiled at her before putting her down from your arms.

"Good, now, go tell uncle Harry that i won't be going to work today." with your pointing finger you touched the tip of her nose.

"Sure, mommy!" the last word slipped from her lips and this made you and Tom look at each other quickly.

"Ronnie, wait!" Tom called after her and the girl's shoes rattled a few seconds later, standing in front of Tom. "Why did you call her like that?"

"Like what?" she asked blankly and cocked her head to the side.

"You called me mommy." you said in a soft tone and looked very sweetly at the little girl was in front of you.

"Because you're my mommy, right?" you turned your head slightly to look at Tom, who had a pout on his lips as he listened to the words coming out of his daughter's mouth. "I mean, you're not my mommy-mommy, but you're my mommy because you and my daddy are dating, so." she shrugged her shoulders and quickly left the scene, remembering that she had to tell her uncle something.

Tom and you stood in silence, trying to process what had just happened. You knew that to get that word out of her you needed patience, and you didn't even know if she would tell you so. But today she did, and it was so unexpected and that makes it even more magical.

"You are her mommy." Tom said softly and put his hand in your lower back, making you turn instantly to face him.

"I am."