Hi could you do a mob!tom x pregnant!reader where tom takes a few days off of work to be with the reader and gets to experience love, anger, happy, emotional reader. Thank you.
Full Range || Mob!T.H.
Word Count: 1037
Warnings: Fighting, mood swings, pregnancy
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Tom had forgotten to inform you of the fact that he would still be there when you woke up, that his arm would still be resting around your waist when you peel your eyes open and you would still be nestled back into his chest. You felt your heart clench with joy when you opened your eyes and looked down at Tom’s hand pressed against your round belly, his fingers spread out as if he was trying to palm you like a basketball but you knew that it was just him trying to touch and protect as much of you as he possibly could, always the protector(even when he was asleep). You felt elated, a feeling of joy that was so all encompassing you felt suffocated, pulling away from Tom’s arms and struggling into a criss cross sitting position facing him. Your eyes focused on his face, admiring how at peace he looked, like he had no cares in the world, like he was just him, free of any mob related stress, just him, your Tom, in all of his exhausted glory. He snored softly, emitting a soft hick from his pursed thin lips and the noise was so undeniably adorable it brought tears to your eyes. Your hand spread across your swollen belly as you began to cry with joy that you had gotten to wake up with Tom, that he was in your shared bed with you, not off finding loopholes in the law, with you, tangible under your hands.
A muffled sob escaped your lips, it was joy but that could easily be misconstrued by the way you were a blubbering mess, snot dripping from your nose as you admired your husband. Your murmurd sobs apparently being enough to catch the attention of Tom’s attuned hearing, drawing him from his slumber as his brown eyes fluttered open, looking to wear he assumed he thought you would be laying to find you sitting with tears running down your cheeks as you caressed your stomach. The sight made his breathing catch in his throat, panic overtaking him as he shot into a sitting position and reached out for you, calloused palms that usually smelt of the grip of his pistol finding your cheeks, caressing your wet skin in an attempt to wipe away your tears.
“Love, what's wrong, are you okay? Is the baby okay? What is happening?” he rushed out, unable to contain his fear as he assessed your body for damage and finding none.
“You-you are here” you sobbed, pulling Tom as close as you could with your belly sticking out to separate the both of you.
“Of course I am love” he murmurs into your hair as you hold him tight but that seemed to be the wrong thing to say because as soon as the words left his lips he felt your body still under his touch. You weren’t reacting to his touch anymore, no longer letting your body melt into his hold, in fact you were rigid. “Love?” He asks as he pulled back from you. Your face was set in a stern expression.
“What do you mean of course?” you bite at him, spite lacing your voice.
“Love, what do you mean?” He tried to reach out for you but you pulled back farther, stepping back off the bed so you were standing in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest, forearm resting on the top of your tummy.
“You said ‘of course’ like it was some given thing when your normal work schedule is to be gone before I wake up!” you shout and it clicked in his brain, you were hormonal, mood swings to the 9s, that is why you were reacting this way.
“Love, I didnt me-” he tried to explain and reach out for you but you pulled back, making your way out of the bedroom door.
“No, Tom, not gonna work” you spoke as you disappeared over the threshold leaving Tom on the bed, reeling over the past couple minutes. You made your way downstairs in search of something to eat, you were eating for 2 at this point and were hungry nearly all of the time, waddling to the fridge in hopes of finding something yummy.
“TOM!” you screamed when you opened the fridge, not expecting the speed with which he would be at your side, seeing as you had left him upstairs, confused and still in bed.
“What? What is it, love?” Once again he traced your body with his eyes trying to assess for any obvious signs of damage or harm.
“You bought strawberries!” you cried out, sniffling a little with happy tears welling in your eyes yet again, bouncing on the soles of your swollen feet as you gripped the plastic container with joy.
“Oh, yes!” he sighed, body releasing the tension that it had been holding. “I got them before coming home yesterday because I thought you would want some,” he explained, only making you feel more happy and bouncy.
“Thank you so much Tommy!” you spoke just a little louder than necessary as you moved past him to wash the berries.
“You are very welcome but you are giving me a heart attack everytime you shout for me love, maybe there is a better method of getting my attention that we could find” Tom suggested, moving to close the door of the fridge that you had left open. As the stainless steel cooled the skin of his palm he watched you, noting how you once again went rigid. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.
“I was just trying to thank you Tom but I guess I can’t do that right can I?” you shouted, he knew it was the hormones, he knew that you were happy with him but these emotions were giving him whiplash. Like he had before he left you on your own, not following after you as you walked away to cool off but as soon as you were gone he let his head fall against the fridge door and released a deep breath.
“This is gonna be a long day” he spoke to his blurred and distorted reflection in the fridge door.
Hello I have a request if you’re not comfortable with it it’s totally fine just an idea. Anyways could you do a mob Tom Holland where the reader is giving birth and he’s by her side the whole time. But I always get so embarrassed when reading things like this and the reader is screaming at the husband so could you do some thing the reader is just whispering in Toms ear that it hurts and he encouraging her? sorry that was so long :)
This is so cute! I hope you enjoy it!!
Twelve hours. You had been laboring for twelve hours and it was finally time to start pushing. Throughout the last twelve hours, Tom had only left your side to get you more ice chips at your request. He was holding your hand tightly and encouraging you. “You’re doing great, my darling. It’s almost time to meet our little angel,” he says softly, wiping the sweat off your forehead.
You smiled at the thought of meeting your daughter. The smile was quickly replaced by a whimper as another contraction hit. You squeezed Tom’s hand as the pain overtook you. You mustered up the strength to whisper, “it hurts so much, Tommy.”
“I can’t imagine, but you can do this. I know you can,” Tom answers, placing kisses over your cheek and your temple. “Why don’t we try a different position, yeah? You’re probably getting sore from laying in the same spot for so long.” You knew it wouldn’t relieve much pain, but you nodded anyway. “What about that one where I’m sitting behind you?”
“That sounds nice,” you moaned, trying to ignore the pain in your abdomen. Tom helped you lean forward slightly and slipped behind you, resting his legs on either side of your hips. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against his chest. For the first time since being at the hospital, you felt relaxed.
He pulls your hair out of the way of your ear and leaves a ghost of a kiss on your earlobe. “I can feel it, darling. Now you’re ready to do this,” he whispers, taking both of your hands in his.
Three pushes and some minor complaints later, you heard the cries of your sweet little baby girl. You let your head fall back against Tom, trying your best to catch your breath. “Oh love, she is beautiful,” Tom whispers, sounding choked up. He gently pats the sweat off your face with a clean towel and puts your hair up in a fresh messy bun. “You did so so good, and I am so proud of you.”
You offered Tom a weak smile and squeezed one of his hands. “I wanna hold her,” you whispered. Tom instantly looked up at your nurse, who was swaddling the newborn. The nurse gently places the baby in your arms, and you instantly fell in love. She nuzzled herself into your arms, making herself comfy.
“She looks like an Avery,” Tom says softly.
“Avery Josephine,” you add on. You can’t help but gasp as she opens her eyes. “She has your eyes, Tommy.”
“Oh, look at that; she does. And she has your nose,” he answers, pressing another kiss on your temple. “She’s perfect, just like you.”
Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield
Warnings: Guns (its in the title lol), grief, a minor mention of blood, fighting, always angst (what I consider angst)
Words: 4.1K
Author note: Totally cried while writing this. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.
Chapter 5: Sucker for Pain
Words: 4.1K
Word of Charlotte’s death had spread like wildfire, especially at school. Only Rosie was attending the past fews days. Parker set to join her in two days time, after the funeral, he was scared of what lied ahead. Parker was discharged from the hospital a few days ago, under strict instructions to rest. He started to go a little stir crazy, watching the days pass.
Most of the student’s attended the funeral. Charlotte’s demise was widely publicized which made Parker’s blood boil. No one knew her like Parker did. Who Charlotte actually was the complete opposite of the persona she put on in public and at school. Charlotte was secretly funny and enjoyed really cheesy corny jokes. Her sense of humor was one of things that made Parker fall in love with her.
All the Hollands attended. You, Tom, Rosie, and Parker, and hoped to pay your respects. Parker was exhausted, he had been going through the stages of grief. How could his life get so screwed in a matter of a few weeks. A couple weeks ago, he was a kid planning his promposal for his girlfriend and now he is a protégé of the biggest mob in London who was about to bury his girlfriend.
This was the final stage, the one he was dreading the most, acceptance. He didn’t want to let her go. Charlotte changed his world for the better. She was the first person he ever loved and loved him in return.
The denial didn’t last long. It was unfathomable how she no longer existed. How the world wouldn’t be blessed with her beautiful smile anymore. Or her corny sense of humor and gracious presence. How could someone so perfect just leave the world so suddenly.
Bargaining followed next, coupled with anger. Parker was angry at the world, God, himself, and the bastards that killed her. If they had only driven home when he wanted to, she would still be here. If he hadn’t gotten grounded and not overslept and cleaned up quick enough. If he hadn’t thrown that stupid party. If his dad never gave him an ultimatum. If he never turned 16. Even if he never existed in the first place, Charlotte would still be alive.
There are 5 stages of grief as if you move on from one to the next but no, they stick with people. Especially, depression and anger. How does anyone ever really get over death. Losing someone you love is greatest pain ever felt. Someone you held and protected. Losing Charlotte, in that moment Parker wasn’t good enough. Not enough to protect her or love her.
Bringing us up to date, acceptance. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye but since when did he start getting what he wanted. Parker stood like a statue as he watched Charlotte’s casket lower in to the ground. He knew he had to be strong not just for himself, but for everyone else, especially Charlotte’s parents. At the reception, Parker tried to speak to them but, he didn’t know what to say. How could he lie to them saying it was an accident when in reality he was the reason.
“You have some real nerve showing up here,” Mr. Owens said as Tom walked up to the grieving parents.
“I was so sorry to hear about Charlotte, Mrs. Owens,” Tom explained.
“You daft prick, you were there. You could’ve protected her,” screamed Mrs. Owens to Parker.
“Mrs. Owens, I just came to offer my condol—“ Parker tried to say.
“Fuck your condolences!” She yelled, throwing her daiquiri straight on Parker. Coating him, from head to toe, in a very potent alcoholic drink.
“I think what my son is trying to explain is that if you need anything, money or a favor, it would be our pleasure. Our family business has some important ties.” Tom exclaimed, hoping to bring them some peace.
“You and your son end lives. That’s your family business. I want no part of it. Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my fucking way.” Mrs. Owens said, pushing her way past Tom.
“You people have too many strings. I just want my baby girl back, and you can’t do that,” screamed Mrs. Owens as she left the premises.
“Sir, you want me to take care of her?” asked William, Tom’s capo.
“Leave her alone, she’s grieving. Parker come on, let’s go home and get you cleaned up,” Tom explained.
“She’s right. If it weren’t for me Charlotte would still be alive.” Parker said solemnly. Tom hated seeing his son like this, it was eating him up inside. Tom couldn’t do anything to stop it, it was up to Parker to face his inner demons.
The Holland household was starting to return to normalcy, at least what they called normalcy. Parker refused to leave his room for awhile. Staff and you would bring food up to his room each meal and take the untouched one from before. He was a shell of a person after the night. All the while Parker was getting over Charlotte, Rosie was getting under someone new.
Henry had been coming over frequently for two reasons. To comfort Parker in his time of need and to be with Rosie. Their love for each other blossomed rather quickly. Rosie was not one for big romantic gestures, but made an exception from Henry.
The day had come where Parker was to return to school. How could face all of them with the judgements and accusations. Charlotte’s death shook everyone to their very core, everyone was taking the news differently. It wasn’t common for the school community to lose on of their own. Maybe a teacher but never a student.
There were a multitude of mourners that ranged from the fake asses who say they knew her but didn’t, her former conquests who only saw her as a good fuck and her actual friends who were devastated. Posters were hung up and there were candles, teddy bears and “We miss you cards,” displayed all over her locker.
You drove them to school that morning, since Parker was still grounded. Arriving at school, all voices ceased to exist as the black Rolls Royce pulled up. Out jumped Parker and Rosie and all eyes shifted to them as they walked through the halls.
“Glad to see you are back Mr. Holland. You missed a few projects, you can make them up at a later time,” Ms. Erikson, Parker’s chemistry teacher, said. Parker just nodded in response.
Walking to his seat, he perfectly heard all the rumors being spread or was he supposed to. “I heard he was the one who killed her.” “I heard they were both at a gang bang” “I heard she died in his arms”. How could people be so insensitive to make snap judgements like that.
Charlotte’s parents’ opted for the cause of her death to remain hidden. But they were teenagers, they couldn’t help but, gossip. Rumors are just rumors, Parker would tell himself. They weren’t entirely wrong. He was the reason, he was there when it happened, and he held her as she died. Being in those hollowed halls was brutal. Parker was basically the new social pariah.
The student’s weren’t oblivious to the Holland family. They knew what most people knew. That Tom Holland owned one of the largest exporting companies in Europe, Holland Exportation and Luxuries. And they knew not to mess with the Hollands.
Once class was over, now came the hard work. Tom called it “Mobster Bootcamp,” Parker was currently taking lessons with his dad to carry on the legacy. Tom had a few tricks of the trade up his sleeve desperately wanting to pass on to his son. They had met in the Tom’s office to begin.
“Lesson 1: Always wear black or white.” Tom started with as Parker took notes, like the perfect student he is.
With one, blood will alter it completely and the other remains unchanged. It was a common theme, with the Holland legacy, wearing black or white. It was sleek, dangerous and classy all at the same time.
“The one big perk is that blood doesn’t show up on black fabric.”
“Lesson 2: Wives must be treated with respect, girlfriends are fair game."
“If you’re a good man, the only describable difference between a wife and girlfriend is that one has an unnecessary symbol on her ring finger. They both mean the same and don’t you forget it,” Tom concluded.
And Tom was a good man. Never has Tom even thought about cheating on you. Porn was pointless and strip clubs bored him. Why throw away the best thing that ever happened to him, you.
“Lesson 3: Someone brings a knife, you bring a gun”
“Never be without a weapon. Anything can become a weapon with the right skill set, but always be prepared.”
Tom was a big fan of improvisation. Sometimes using what he had on hand, like his tie. Strangling wasn’t his most favorite method of killing but he liked to mix it up.
“Also find finesse in your kills. Your mother is a big believer in gun to the head, execution style. Me on the other hand, I prefer to roughen up a guy a bit, but you will eventually develop an M.O. (modus operandi). Another lesson, make sure you don’t always use the same M.O. mix it up a bit, otherwise they could trace it back to you,” Tom elaborated.
“That bring me to my next lesson.”
“Lesson 4: Blackmail is your best friend.”
Tom has had a few close calls in his day. Everything about running a mob had to be sneaky. Bodies couldn’t be found by any random person, they needed to be cleaned up and dealt with. The witness’s in a meeting were sworn into secrecy, he had enough dirt on them that he could get someone to fake their death if need be. Cops were never a problem with the Hollands. They were his puppets and he was the puppet master.
“Killing someone in a public place you risk being caught by an innocent bystander. Then one things leads to another and you are cleaning up two bodies instead of one.That’s why I have the warehouse and the police Captain in my pocket. Just remember everyone’s got a price,” Tom explained.
“Lesson 5: Have as little weaknesses as possible.”
Tom hated referring to the one’s he loved as weakness but it was the truth. He couldn’t be weak if he desired to be top dog. The moment you and Tom started a family, his liabilities increased. From that day, his only goal was to protect you and the twins.
“I would never call your mother a weakness, but I would die for her. Also for you and your sister. This makes me vulnerable. In the past, people have put her in danger situations for leverage against me.” Tom said, rubbing his temples. Parker just nodded in return. A long silence ensued.
“Dad, are you okay?” Parker questioned.
“Yeah. I’m sorry son, I have more for you but, just have a lot on my mind,” Tom apologized.
“It’s alright. Any luck with finding Charlotte’s killer?” Parker asked, his voice tainted with hope.
“No, but I do have a meeting at the warehouse with a contact would you like to tag along?”
“How could I say no,” Parker said, kind of excitedly. They made their way out of the mansion and drove to the warehouse. Parker had never been here before. It was dark and cold looking. The walls were pure metal sheets and the floor had stains of blood scattered everywhere.
“Good to see you, Jazz,” Tom said walking up to the mysterious woman tied to a chair. Jasmine Ramsey, a contract killer Tom was friends with. A little more than friends at one time, predating you.
“Fuck you, Tom. What’d I do to be graced with your presence,” questioned Jazz.
“Nothing to piss me off, yet,” Tom chuckled.
“Then why the fuck am I here,” she said a little peeved.
“My son, here, needs to ask you a few questions,” Tom said, pointing towards Parker who stood in the corner.
“Aww a baby Holland. Following in your daddy’s footsteps, huh?”
“Shut it, slag,” Parker yelled as he melded his fist with her jaw.
“Jesus. What the fuck was that for?” Jazz screeched.
“Woah. Sorry Jazz, should’ve told him you were an old friend,” Tom says, holding his hands up in defense.
“Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Could I get you some ice or something?” Parker exclaimed, surprised that he just punched an assassin.
“Its fine didn’t hurt that bad. Gotta work on your punch,” she said adjusting her jaw.
“Really. Hurt like a bitch to me” Parker whispered, holding his aching hand. Blood began to seep out of the broken skin, staining his knuckles red.
“Tommy you gotta tell your son to grow tougher skin” Jazz exclaimed.
“What the fuck were you thinking Parker?” Tom said, grabbing Parker by the collar of his polo.
“Sorry I just assumed with her being tied up and all” Parker exclaimed.
“That’s how we do business boy. You’ll soon learn”Jazz explained with a shit-eating grin across her face.
“Anyway, I need info on a murder at The Luxe on the 11th. A young girl was involved.” Tom turned to Jazz.
“Oh I heard about that, poor girl, she was pretty too. What’s it to you, Holland?”
“That’s not important,” Tom hissed.
“She was my girlfriend,” Parker interrupted.
“Sorry lover boy my hands are tied, literally,” Jazz said, rolling her eyes.
“If I untie you will you talk?” Tom replied.
“Yes, you know me. I don’t appreciate being threatened.”
“Alright Jazz, just spit it out.” Tom said as Parker untied her restraints.
“I was downtown at pub, called Harmon’s. Heard of it?” Jazz expressed.
“Yeah, a big hotspot for Shaw’s men,” Tom said, nodding his head as he followed along.
“Well, I was searching for my target and overheard some men saying “It’s going down tonight, word from the Merchant is that he should be there, with his little whore.””
“Fuck. The Merchant. Where have I heard that?” Tom said, puzzled.
“Short for Merchant of Death. Surely, you’ve heard the old mob tales.” Jazz elaborated.
“Of course.”
“Well if it is him, I’d stop looking you don’t want to find him,” she warned.
“Please, everyone knows I’m fucking top dog,” Tom asserted.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Tommy. You are now, but he used to be and if he is returning, watch your back. All he craves is power. If that’s it I’ll be on my way.” Jazz explained, asking for permission to leave.
“Yes of course, Jazz. Thanks.” Tom muttered.
“Give my love to your wife,” she said, pressing a cheek to his kiss as she strutted out.
“Seriously dad?” Parker asked with a side glare.
“Parker stop it. I love your mother and I would never cheat on her. Jazz and I are just friends.” Tom explained creating a “I’m watching you” look on Parker’s face.
“Jesus, one punch ripped open your knuckles. You're the one telling mom. Now come on or we’ll be late for dinner,” Tom said, inspecting Parker’s hand. Being the new mob boss was in Parker’s blood, but you were always against it. You loved the mob and being part of it but you wanted your kids to have a choice, unlike you and Tom.
Meanwhile at the manor, you and Rosie were making dinner. You appreciated all the staff to clean and cook but, enjoyed the satisfaction when doing it yourself. Secretly loving your independence. While you were dating Tom, you would try to ditch your security much to Tom’s dismay. You were a junkie for thrills.
Rosie and your relationship is what ever mother desired. You treated Rosie like a daughter first and a best friend second. As long as Rosie’s life was never put in danger you would keep her secrets. The major one being Henry.
“Hey honey. Since it’s just us here, how are things going with Henry?” You asked curiously.
“Wait, where’s dad and Parker?” Rosie questioned cause nobody else knew.
“Taking care of some business. Now spill, I want all the details.”
“Well things are going really great. We kissed.”
“Really? When? Where?” You have always wanted to have this conversation with her daughter.
“At the hospital when Parker was hurt. I had a panic attack and Henry comforted me. He is really great, mom. I don’t know I’ve just never felt this way before,” she explained. Rosie had boyfriends in the past, never long enough for anything serious to perspire.
“Roo if you’re ready to take that step, I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”
“I’m okay, right now, considering”
“Considering what? Did something happen? Has Henry been pressuring you?” You grew concerned of your daughter.
“No. God no, nothing like that. On the night of the party, I got drunk and remember that boy Connor?”
“Yes, go on.”
“Well he… he tried to rape me.” Rosie murmured, trying not to cry.
“What? Roo why didn’t you tell me,” you whispered, your heart breaking on behalf of Rosie.
“Henry was there to stop it and I just want to forget about.”
“Roo, I’m so sorry you had to deal with this. I’m always here for you ok? I love you so much baby.”
“Love you too, mom” Rosie replied. Their conversation soon quickly ended as Tom and Parker came barging through the front door and Rosie excused her self to the restroom.
“Ooo, something smells good. What is my beautiful wife cooking?” Tom asked, coming up behind you and kissing your neck.
“The only thing she knows how to cook, spaghetti and meatballs,” you replied, jokingly.
“How was your guy’s day?” You asked.
“Great, Parker really showed them,” Tom said, kissing your forehead and pulling you into a warm embrace.
“Jesus Parker, does it hurt?” you questioned as he showed her his battle scars.
“What the fuck happened to your hand?” Rosie said, walking back into the kitchen.
“Oh nothing,” Parker said, trying to change the subject. Rosie just gave him a puzzling glare as she dropped the subject.
“Dinner’s ready,” you announced as they all made their way to the dining room. There they sat at the long table, Tom at the head of course and you to the right of him. You all talked about your day, of course, avoiding any mob talk.
“So what really happened to your hand” Rosie asserted breaking the silence.
“Drop it. Will you?” Parker barked annoyed at her persistence.
“Fine,” she said staring at her plate until her phone buzzed. That noise put a smile across her face because it was always the same person, Henry.
“Roo, you know the rules. No phones at dinner,” you remarked.
“I know mom, just give me one second,” replied Rosie, holding up a finger.
“Rosie, your mother asked you to put it down. Who’s got you so giddy anyway.” Tom said, defending you.
“Oh nothing” Rosie muttered, putting her phone down.
“Ten bucks it’s a boy” Tom said directed towards you.
“Deal” you responded, shaking his hand. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss, theirs loving way of shaking hands.
“I’m done. Dinner was great, thanks mom. May I be excused?” Parker asked and Tom nodded in response. Rosie cornered him on his way upstairs. It had been a while since they had talked. Sibling to sibling. Twin to twin. They tried not to keep secrets from each other. He hadn’t of told her about the mob and she hadn’t told him of her and Henry.
“Now tell me what the fuck you did to your hand,” Rosie barked, cornering him.
“Why the fuck do you want to know so bad?” Parker responded.
“Umm, I’m your sister.”
“Rosie I don’t have time for your bullshit,” Parker yelled.
“What the fuck happened? There’s something you aren’t telling me,” Rosie accused.
“Dad wants me to be the next him.” Parker explained.
“I’m not following. What like run the company?” Rosie asked, confused by his statement.
“No. Dad is a mobster. He runs a mob and he wants me to succeed him.”
“What the fuck? When did this happen? Why the fuck haven’t you told me?” Rosie exclaimed.
“Our birthday. This is what I was trying to tell you at the party!” Parker yelling causing Rosie to yell back.
“Sorry, I was a little preoccupied and so were you!” Rosie hinting at Charlotte.
“Don’t turn this on me. What the fuck are you doing with Henry, by the way? You think I don’t see the two of you sneaking around.” Parker quipped, in reality he had never seen their antics.
“Nothing, it’s none of your business,” Rosie said, shying away from him.
“Of course, it’s my business he’s my best friend.”
“Well he is mine too and the world doesn’t revolve around you. If you weren’t so busy breaking curfew and sneaking out, you would see that Henry is really good to me, ever since that night.” Rosie explained stopping herself before she said something she wasn’t ready to acknowledge herself.
“Rosie, what happened?” Parker asked noticing her quick change in demeanor.
“You won’t care,” Rosie quipped.
“Try me,” Parker said softly.
“That night… someone slipped something in my drink and tried to take advantage of me, but Henry stopped it.” Rosie explained, trying to avoid the brute of Parker’s rage.
“Who? Tell me who right fucking now!”
“Connor.”
“I’m gonna kill him”
“No, Henry already took care of it. You already have enough blood on your hands,” Rosie chuckled, surprised Parker cared that much.
“Thanks,” he said with sarcasm.
“Roo, I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.”
“It’s ok. I’m just trying to put it behind me”
“So what you are a mobster now?”
“One in training. I need you to know I’m doing this for one reason only, to avenge Charlotte, okay. Not looking to kill for sport like mom and dad.”
Rosie’s suspicions grew over the years that her parents did enjoy living above the law. It didn’t bother her, she actually hoped the mantle would be passed on to her. She had a more fiery spirit than Parker, he was just a big softie on the inside much like his father. Appearances can be deceiving.
Tom was currently in his office, finishing up work for the night. Buzz, buzz, buzz. The last person he thought would call him, his dad.
“So are you going to say thanks?” asked Dom.
“For what? I don’t time for your antics, dad. A hit was hired on Parker and I have to figure out who did it.” Tom sighed. He was frustrated he was getting no where, who was the Merchant of Death.
“Umm, hello. Like I said you’re welcome,” Dom quipped.
“You fucking mean that was you.”
“Duh, told you he needed a push in the right direction. I wasn’t the one to pull the trigger but I knew where he was.”
“I have a crushed kid over here wanting revenge on the bastards who killed his girlfriend.”
“Problem solved, glad he is joining the family business.” Dom said and hung up. How the fuck was Tom going to explain to Parker that his grandpa arranged the hit?
“FUCK!!” Tom screamed smashing everything in sight.
Meanwhile, Parker made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, consumed in your book.
“Hey mom?” Parker asked, needing to get something off his chest.
“Yeah, honey,” you responded, drawing your eyes away from your book.
“I need to tell you something.”
“I’m listening… wait what the fuck was that. Hold that thought.” You hesitated when you heard a large crash come from Tom’s office.
“Let me go check on your father,” you said, getting up from the couch. Parker couldn’t help but be curious. He followed her before she closed the door and listened in, pressing his ear against the door.
“Tommy, what happened?” You queried.
“It was him,” Tom spoke with an unchanging expression.
“Who, Carson?”
“No, Dom. He arranged the hit,” Tom said.
Parker’s heart sunk to his stomach. His girlfriend was dead because of his family. He really did kill her.
Maybe he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger but she was seen with him. As far as he is concerned it painted a huge red target on her back. What kind of life was he born into? He never wanted any of this and now all he is, is this.
What about mob!Tom and mob!haz coming home to find toms daughter having sex w hazs son?
oMG this made me laugh haha. Poor lads.
Tom laughed at the joke that Harrison made, tightening his grip on the wheel as the pair of them cracked up. It was a long day at the office, killing and threatening their victims.
He pulled up outside of his home and parked the car before the pair of them made their way inside of his place.
“Want a beer?” Tom asked as he approached the fridge and bent over to scan the products in there. “Shit, I need to go shopping soon.” He mumbled to himself.
“Uh… yeah sure.” Harrison replied hesitantly. Tom grabbed two cans and slid it across the counter to his partner in crime.
“Why’d you hesitate?” He questioned as he pulled the tab and pulled the can towards his lips.
“I just thought I heard something.” Harrison shrugged as he drunk from the can as well.
There was a silence between the two men as they took gulps of their drinks. However, in that silence there was a loud bang. Tom and Harrison made eye contact as they reached into their pockets to pull out their guns. Tom nodded towards the door and they both crouched slightly as they made their way upstairs towards the sound.
Harrison followed behind Tom slowly, both of their guns held up in the air. There were noises and groans as if someone had broken into the house and was in pain perhaps.
Tom looked back at his best friend and motioned to the room where the noise was coming from. He stood up straight and walked towards the room, swinging the door open.
“Put your fucking hands up.” Harrison yelled as he also busted into the room.
Their eyes widened once they saw Harrison’s son… on top of Tom’s daughter.
“Olivia?” Tom said, dropping his gun with his jaw dropped and eyes wide.
“Dad?” She shrieked, pulling the covers over her naked body.
“Mikey?” Harrison also questioned as he dropped his gun.
“Dad?”
“Michael, please get off of my daughter, it’s disg-”
“Oh, my God! Get out, dad!” Your daughter cried out of embarrassment.
“Mike, please put some clothes on.” Harrison plead as he looked away.
“Harrison, dad, please leave.” Olivia begged once again. The men picked up their guns and shut the door, resting their backs on opposite walls before bursting out in laughter.
“I never thought I’d have to see my daughter have sex in all fourty one years of my life.” Tom groaned as he slammed the back of his head against the wall.
“I’d rather watch someone’s brains get splattered across the wall rather than have to watch my son having sex with your daughter.”
Both of them shivered violently.
“Really? She had to end up with your son?”
“Well, he does have my looks so I-”
“Do not finish that sentence, Harrison.” Tom interrupted. “Let’s just get so drunk we’ll never have to remember this again.”
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I loved fluffy mob!tom with his son and daughter!! What about tom reading a lullaby to his daughter and then having a cigar with his son??
Tom walked up the stairs of your mansion, your two years old daughter in his arms, her winnie the pooh teddy bear close to her chest, her head resting on his shoulder while her tiny arms were wrapped around his neck.
He went into her room and putted her in her bed before covering her body with her Frozen blanket, he sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her head.
“can you sing me a lullaby?” she asked, hiding half of her face under her cover.
Tom laughed and started singing her one of her favorite lullaby called ‘three little bird’ while stroking her head. After finishing singing it, he kissed her forehead and stood up, “goodnight my princess,”
“goodnight daddy,” she said, blowing a kiss for him. Tom pretented to catch it and putting it in his pocket which made giggle your daughter.
After turning on her night light and closing her door, he went into his office where your son was already there, smoking a cigar on the balcony.
He joined him on the balcony and took the cigar your son handed him.
“She’s sleeping?” He asked his father, blowing out a puff.
“Yes,” Tom said, starting to smoke his cigar.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking behind Tom, seeing his little sister walking towards their dad.
Tom followed his eyes, turning around and seeing his little girl, tilting her head, smiling at him, “What are you doing here?” He asked in disbelief, putting his cigar on a table that were nearby him.
“I wanted another lullaby.” She said, shaking her arms from right to left. “And also a hug.” She raised her arms so that he could take her in his.
Tom sighed, “You know I can’t resist you.” He took her in his arms and she looked at her big brother who was grinning the whole time.
Earlier in the week, she told him that when their father would left her room, she would immediately left her bed and would follow him. Although she was really tired and it took her all her strength, she was trying to stay awake to spend a few more minutes with him.
She said to her brother, “You work with daddy and you can see him all day, but I can’t work with him too, so I have to find solutions.”
Your son laughed, seeing his little sister wink at him as Tom came out of his office and headed back towards her room again, unaware that it would not be the last time she would come to see him right after he thought she was sleeping.
Hi dear! Can you write something about our dear mob!tom taking care of his little child? Like his daughter/son is ill, his wife is out and he skips the day's meetings to take care of his little one!!
Blurb night!
“Daddy?” Ava , his little girl, moaned into his chest as she started to wake from her nap. Tom had taken the day off once he found out his girl was sick, she came running in your guys room crying at 4am about how she threw up. The worst part, you weren’t even home, you were on a business trip but you were sure to be home by tonight.
“Yes, sweet girl?” He looked down as she held onto her small stomach and whined.
“My tummy still hurts.” She told him and he nodded knowing because how could he forget if she either threw up or complained about it.
“I know, I know, I have uncle Haz bringing you soup because you have to eat something okay? And mommy will be back tonight hopefully.” He reassures the girl before her focus goes back to peppa pig that played on the t.v,
Tom honestly didn’t know how you had done it when it came to her, you always covered the sick days and stayed home with her and now he was the one doing it and it truly was a work.
He got up to the sound of a knock on the door leaving the child on the couch hoping it was Harrison with soup for her. Tom was not willing to try and fuck up a recipe when his daughter needed him.
“Harrison—“ before tom could finish he realized it was just you.
“I forgot my key—Why is she not at school?” You came in noticing the girl who looked just like tom laying on the couch holding her stomach.
“Stomach bug.” He said as you immediately rushed over to the girl and placed your hand on her head.
“Hi Ava baby, mommy is gonna go change and then join you and daddy on the couch, did you eat?” You ask her and she nods.
“Uncle Haz is bringing me soup.” She sat up and hugged you. You looked behind her shoulder to see tom standing their with exhausted eyes.
Tom follows you back into your bedroom where you start to change out of the airport clothes and into rather comfortable ones.
“Why didn’t you tell me and why is Harrison bringing her soup?” You ask sliping on a sweater.
“She woke me up at 4am and then couldn’t go back to sleep because she was throwing up, she’s either thrown up or almost thrown up so many times. Harrison is bringing her soup because I didn’t know how to make it, also Harrison is in charge of the mob for a day so he can bring his niece soup.” Tom ran his hands though his hair.
“You could’ve told me, I would’ve came home. I know you hate missing a day at work. And she gets this all the time it passes over within a day or two.” You come place a soft kiss on his lips.
The two of you walk back out and join your little girl on the couch before Harrison comes over with soup and you give her half before she spits it up and you have to try again. By the end of the night she was better and in bed by 6 and tom felt nothing more then accomplishment in taking care of his favorite girl.
