can you write a blurb about tom and the readers wedding? like his reaction to her waking down the isle and then their vows?
this is so so little but i kind of adore it
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you’d just looked so ethereal, waling towards him in your white dress, holding the bouquet you’d picked out together and grinning so wide he was sure his face would split.
tom could feel his eyes welling with tears, filled to the brim with joy and gratitude. all he could see was you, he couldn’t feel anything else, just the love that pumped through his veins every time he looked at you.
“hi,” you beam quietly when you made it to the end of isle. tom wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and you had to do the same.
“hi,” he whispers back, leaning in just a bit, “you look beautiful, my love,” there’s a crack in his voice when he says it, but his smile remains strong.
“thank you, you look amazing too,” you nod, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
both of you cry when you say your vows. the words are so raw and full of the unprecedented love you and tom have for each other. he can’t help but reach out and squeeze your hand, his thumb stroking over the newly placed wedding band on your left hand, his eyes swimming in adoration and spilling with tears of elatment.
“i do,” he nods, giving your hand another gentle squeeze, a three count, his subtle way of saying i love you.
“I do,” you smile right back, not a trace of hesitation in your eyes. you’d always been told that when you’d found the one you’d know, and god, did you know.
so does tom.
when he’s told he can kiss his bride, tom kisses you as his wife, and he never wants to stop, because now, he’s your husband.
Tom smut- He and the reader are married and trying for a baby, but lately it’s become a chore and they started to loose the spice.. so maybe he gets an idea, or the reader gets some lingerie to help the spice✨
aweee. this is kinda angsty and soft af. idk. something different to what i usually write :) i hope you like it? sorry if this sucks!! enjoy xo
a lifetime ahead of us
word count: 2,062
warnings: smut minors dni !! (18+), kinda angsty, sprinkle of fluff, talk of pregnancy, unprotected sex.
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“When are you going to have a baby?” Was a question that loomed over all your friends and families minds. The question made it seem like it was easy, no complications. That was the furthest thing from the truth.
Tom and you wanted children, both loving the idea of having a big family. Nearly a year into your marriage and there seemed to be no hope. All the professionals assured you that you were both healthy, able to have kids. But it just didn’t seem true.
Month after month, you and Tom marked the calendar with a bold exclamation point, ovulation day. The best opportunity. As it progressed, it turned into a chore. Hardship, not enjoyment. Sex wasn’t about pleasure anymore, it’s only intention was creation.
The anticipated fourteenth day arrived. Tom unfortunately had an early start that morning so you hadn’t seen him yet. Calling a friend, you broke down. Mentally, you were worn down and defeated. She immediately ran to your house to comfort you and give you some guidance.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s tiring.” You sighed, clutching a mug of hot tea, cradling it against your chest. “I love him so much, and it hurts that I can’t give him what he wants. He doesn’t look at me the same, or touch me the way he use to.”
It was silent, your friend trying to find the right words. “You know that’s not true, that man adores you. I mean he is head over heels for you. Always has been. It’s just a rough patch.” She hummed, her hand soothing your back as you both leaned over the kitchen island.
“I suppose.”
“Listen, take a break. You have been trying for a year. Rekindle that flame. Focus on you two. The doctors say you are healthy. You have to stop stressing love.” Her warm arms engulfed your body letting your body relax.
She was right. You needed a break, Tom needed a break. A few hours passed and you said your goodbyes, thanking her for her advice. A weight seem to be lifted. You were in no rush, both still so young and you needed to be reminded of that.
Tom would be home in an hour, which gave you plenty of time. Striding up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you began to get ready. Fixing your hair, moisturising your body, the simple things that were forgotten. It was as if it was your first time, wanting to impress him.
Hunching over, you swatted the dust off the bottom drawer of the chest. You opened it, revealing the delicates you had accumulated and forgotten over the past couple of months. Different laces, patterns and colours. But you had a specific set in mind. The one from the night of your marriage.
It was white, simple sheer set. Fit your body like a glove, enhanced every curve. You remember his face when he first saw it on you, the blush that crept over his cheeks as his eyes that scanned you, taking in every detail. A smile emerged as you reminisced. Heart fluttered uncontrollably as your mind wandered as you stared at the delicate fabric in your fingertips.
Snapping from your thoughts, you changed, putting the lingerie on your body before covering it with a short silk robe. As if timed, you heard the front door shut. “Darling?” He called, voice echoing off the walls of the house.
Taking a deep breath, you made the short journey to the kitchen where you knew he would be making himself a cup. “Here Tommy, how was work?” You chirped, a little prep in your step as you made your way to your husband.
His back was facing you as he boiled the kettle. “Same old same old. Wanna cup?” He asked, grabbing a mug.
Your arms wrapped around his slim waist, forehead resting against his shoulder as you mumbled a ‘no thank you.’ Bodies swayed as he continued to finish making his tea, his cologne filled your senses. Turning his body, one arm wrapped around your waist. He held you, placing kisses on your head between sips of the hot beverage. “That’s a nice robe darling. Soft.” He chuckled placing the cup on the countertop.
“Just having a lil spa day.” You chimed, staring up at your husband with fresh eyes. His eyebrows furrowed, a pout ensued. “Without me?” He quivered, slapping a dramatic hand on his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you took a step back, leaning against the island behind you. Feet crossed, an exposed thigh sticking out from between the slit of your robe. His eyes gravitated to the skin, fueling with desire.
A wave of confusion overcame you when he squatted down. His hands hooked the back of your thighs, his lips lingering. Eyes locked with yours, butterflies erupted in your stomach. Using precise movements, he guided your thigh to his shoulder, letting it rest on top. His lips attached to the tender skin, kisses and tiny hickeys were littered across the flesh as he ventured higher and higher. Your hands clutched the edge of the countertop as the anticipation grew.
Just as his lips grew closer to the desired area, he pulled away, standing tall in front of you. Orbs bloomed with admiration and lust, hands raked your side as he leaned forward. His lips hovered over yours, hot breath mixed as hearts pounded.
Lips collided, moving in a rhythmic motion, enjoying one anothers taste. Tongues began to clash, deepening the passionate kiss. Body to body, your hands played with his locks at the base of his neck. You felt his hands travel to the loose knot that held your robe closed.
His fingers shakily undid the tie, lips still attached as he his hands glided down from your shoulders to hands as he guided the material down. As it fell to the tile floor, his hands interlocked with yours before finally taking a step back.
It was as if the air was knocked out of him. His eyes wide, lips agape and slightly swollen, shirt wrinkled. His chest heaved, trying to calm his breath. Memories flooded his brain, remembering that night. He took in every curve, every dip as if it was the first time. “Darling.” He whispered, eyes glistening a little as he finally met your gaze.
You stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, thumb caressing the reddened skin. “Tommy.” You mumbled. A tear slipped from his eye before he muttered a curse trying to turn his head; ashamed of the emotion that poured out of him.
Flinging your hand to his other cheek, you held his head still. “Shit, I am sorry.” He gulped, lip quivered slightly.
“Never apologise for how you feel.”
A soft smile was carved by his lips. You wiped away the stray tear, pecking his tender lips. His arm wrapped around your waist, his warm touch making you blush. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent calming his emotions. “I missed you.” He confessed, placing a wet kiss on your skin.
“I missed you too. We are so stupid. We are so young, a lifetime ahead of us. There is no rush. It will happen when it is meant to happen. I love you Tommy. I love you so much.” You whimpered, clutching him for dear life.
Squeezing your body, he lifted you off the ground, placing you gently onto the countertop. “I am so sorry. I never meant to pressure you. I’ve got you, and that’s all I need. I love you darling. I love you.”
Everything in that moment felt whole as he rested his forehead against your chest, hearing your heartbeat rapidly. The weight and pressure lifted from your aching shoulders.
He placed kisses across your chest, hands gripped your waist. Your leg hung around his, holding him for dear life. Your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, ripping the fabric from his muscular build. Hands clawed at his back as he began suck deep marks into your tits causing you to moan his name.
“God I missed that sound.” He blurted as his fingers unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your frame. Wiggling your hands between your bodies, you tired to remove his belt, needing to feel him. He sensed the struggle, quickly undoing his pants as his lips were latched around your nipple.
“Y’know, we’ve been living here for what? Nine or ten months? And I haven’t fucked you on this countertop. What a shame.” He smirked, climbing on top of you. Your body now encaged between the expensive marble countertop and him.
“It is a shame really. I think you should change that.”
The encouragement was all he needed. He indulged your lips once again, fingers slipping between your thighs. His desire to feel you grew stronger by the second. Pushing the material to the side, he slipped two digits into your soaked core causing you to gasp. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you created a better angle. His fingers knocked against your spot repeatedly, thumb playing with your aching clit.
“Tommy I need you. Please. Please.” You begged.
“I know darling. I know.”
He wasted no time in relieving your desires. His cock slapped against your thigh as he removed his boxers before attending to your panties. “So pretty. I am so lucky.” He groaned as his gaze came in contact with your swollen, wet folds.
You felt the precum that leaked from his throbbing cock soak into your skin, his arousal uncontainable. “Tommy please.” You whined, not happy with how long he was taking.
“What? I can’t admire my wife?” He sneered, positioning himself between your legs. “You can, when your in me.” You giggled.
“How romantic.” He grimaced before entering you with one slow, steady thrust. The stretch made your body burn, pleasure shot through your veins. Your moans echoed through the room as his teeth sunk into the skin of your neck.
His thrusts began to gain momentum, moving at an euphoric pace, deep and hard against your velvet walls. Your hands gripped his biceps, grounding yourself. Fingernails dug into the skin, leaving shallow marks. Hips slapped against yours, his grunts muffled by your body.
“Feel amazing darling. Always do.” He panted, movements becoming rushed and erratic. Walls clenched around him, the feeling of love and ecstasy mixing to create a powerful, overwhelming concoction.
“Tommy, fuck. I can’t. Feel so good.” You whimpered, crying out his name. A knot in your stomach tightening, ready to explode.
“I know darling. I’m close too. Shit.” He moaned, shifting to allow his hand to work against your clit. The touch immediately caused your walls to flutter around him.
His efforts finally caused you to peak, hitting your climax in emphatic fashion. Your heat clutched around him gripping him forcefully, pleasure clouding your mind. Your voice cracked due to the loud sounds that effortlessly escaped you. Your moans and whimpers pushed him over the edge, spilling into you. His hips stayed still as he emptied every drop within your pulsating walls as he groaned and moaned your name. You felt so full and loved in that moment.
Body’s shook as you tried to calm down from your highs. His body collapsed on top of you, unable to hold himself up any longer; the pleasure too much. Breaths were heavy, hearts pounding. Your hands gravitated to his hair, playing with the locks.
He finally removed himself, rolling onto his side. His fingers traced patterns into the skin of your lower abdomen as he admired your beauty. He placed a kiss to your temple before whispering sweet words, telling you how much he loved you as he waited for you to return to reality. Grasping his hand that rested on your stomach, you intertwined your fingers. “I love you Tom.”
He placed another kiss on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, comforting you. “I love you too Y/N.”
Staring into each others eyes, you enjoyed one another’s presence. Living in the moment, not worrying about the future.
“Oh. I was thinking.” He said interrupting the blissful silence. “Oh god. That’s never a good sign.” You teased, causing him to scoff at your cheeky remark.
“As I was saying. I can think of a few places in this house that we haven’t baptised. Wanna change that?”
Synopsis: To Tom’s dismay, you attempt to make late night snack trips
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy?
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You groaned after the past few hours of tossing and turning. Leaning across your bedside table, you reached for your phone, and by lifting it, you squinted at the bright white numbers that read 2:00. Scoffing, you attempted to quietly get up without awaking your husband, Tom. Once successfully doing so, you creeped outside the bedroom, and softly padded down the stairs, into the kitchen. Within the past few months you found yourself making many trips to the kitchen for snacks, now more frequently than ever, as you had grown rapidly in size due to the tiny human within your stomach. It was most evenings now you were in search of snacks at late hours. Only this evening, to your dismay, you had run out of sprinkles. You checked each cupboard, only to find an empty sprinkles container. At this point, you were teary eyed, and there seemed to be no other option than to get some yourself.
Less than an hour later, Tom perked up at the sound of a door opening downstairs. Confused, he turned to your bedside, only to find the covers drawn and your figure absent. Worry overtaking him, he rushed down the stairs, stopping at the sight in the kitchen.
A grocery bag, strewn across the kitchen counter, containers of sprinkles dispersed from within it, and you. Eyes puffy and red, sprinkling the colourful sprinkles on a piece of buttered bread. Your recent favourite snack.
“Darling, what are you doing?” He sighed, out of both tiredness and concern.
You sniffed.
“I thought we were out of sprinkles- I forgot to get more today- did you go...”
“Yes,” you interrupted, “I went to get sprinkles at 2 am, but it was a quick trip, and I’ve got them now, ok?” You huffed and walked over to the staircase, plate in hand, before Tom stopped you.
“M’love, next time you need sprinkles, for whatever the reason, wake me up, and I’ll go, ok?”
“Ok.” You nodded, and retreated to bed.
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Not even 4 days later, you found yourself quietly creeping out of bed, in need of another late night snack. Although this one required a trip as well. So you quietly and cautiously walked downstairs. Then, you grabbed a sweater and opened the front door, just before.... Tom dashed in front of you and held the door closed. He stood still, although out of breath from a run down the stairs. His hair was tousled, and he was clad in a white shirt, and baggy plaid pajama pants that hung at his waist. He also managed to throw on a pair of slippers.
“Tommm,” you grumbled, “I’m gonna be quick, just let me-”
“No,” Tom chuckled. “Hon, I’m not gonna let you go to a supermarket in the middle of the night. Not in your state- and I think even now, your tummy can barely fit behind the wheel.
You were persistent. And made a continuous effort to pull the door open by the handle, but Tom stood fixed.
“I’m meant to do this kinda thing,” he continued, “It’s basically my job, as your partner. I wanna do this for you. Besides, we both know, that if I don’t get-- what is it you need?
“Pineapple,” you murmured. In utter defeat too, as you had let go of the door.
“Right, if I don’t get pineapple, you definitely will, and you’re not doing that tonight, yeah?”
Too tired to protest, you tossed him the keys.
“Alright, I’ll be back in 10.” He smiled defiantly before heading out.
And so, he brought back the pineapple. Although it wasn’t the last instantaneous craving you had.
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Just 2 days later, you found yourself, again, quietly slipping out of bed to get a much-needed snack. Only the ruffle of the bed sheets woke your groggy husband.
“Whaddya need now, love,” he mumbled, half into his pillow.
“I’m going to a drive through- I need fries,” You whispered. It took Tom a second before he slid out of bed, and threw on his pair of slippers.
“I’m gonna get them then,” he said tiredly, hand held out, expected to be given your car keys.
“Nope,” You said with a dangle of the keys, “I’m going regardless, you can either join me and drive, or let me go alone. Besides, it’s just a drive through.”
Tom smiled, with a little roll of his eyes in turn of your stubbornness, and grabbed your keys.
can i request Dad! tom being interviewed (on a press junket maybe)by kid(s) but what he didn't know was that he was being interviewed by his own child(ren) 😌 thanks in advance!
Decided to make this in theme with the holidays🥰
Also its cut a bit short cause i feel like any fluff i write is the cringiest shit lmaoo but i hope you enjoy!
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Warnings : just fluff, a few curse words, tom being a confused father
Word Count : 922
Questions From The Little Guy
Dad!Tom Holland x Reader
“I’m sorry, what was the question?” Tom asked, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward in his seat.
You watched closely as the interviewer tried his best to hold in his chuckles, smiling brightly as he repeated the question again.
“I asked if you could tell us where you hid the presents this Christmas?” He turned away, letting out a small breath before facing the actor once again, “Did you web them to the roof like last time? Or give them to the avengers to hide them for you?”
You giggled as your watched your husband’s confused face through the monitor. Your two-year old son, Harold sat snuggling in your arms, his chubby, small arms wrapped around your neck while his head laid agaisnt your shoulder, sleeping soundly. You five-year old son, Jonathan, however was listening closly through the bulky headset on his head, barely containing the brown curls that fell in front of his face.
You watched as he stared intently at the screen with Tom’s manager besides him, giggling along with the rest of employees who stood in the room. You were suppose to meet Tom when he came back from work next week, but when you got the call for the idea of an interview, you couldnt pass it up.
“Why would my fans want to know that?” he shook his head back, he let out a breathy laugh.
“Maybe they just want some tips and tricks from they’re very own Spider-Man?”
“To hide presents?” He said in disbelief, “In all honestly I’m pretty sure Peter Parker would be the worst at hiding presents, I mean, we all know what happened with his identity,”
“Answer the question!” Your son pouted, rubbing his palms together, “Mommy!”
“I’m sure he’ll get to it sweetie,” you reassured him, tickling his tummy, “Patience,”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, looking back intently at the screen.
“So sassy,” Tom’s manager whispered to you, giving you a knowing look.
“He grows more like his father every day,” you whispered back, rocking your baby boy in your arms, “I already had to deal with one sassy man child, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with two, let alone three,”
You moved your gaze back to the screen in front of your, watching on as the interviewer, flipped pages in his notepad, looking for another question your son hastily wrote down, “Fair enough, next question?”
You son let out a loud groan, huffing as he feel back agaisnt the cushions. You shook your head, leaning down to swipe a loose strand of hair behind his ear, “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get him afterwords,”
“Why-,” he coughed, trying to contain the laughter trying to erupt from his throat, “Why is it bad to say shit and fuck in the house,”
“I’m sorry, WHAT?!”
The next thirty minutes went by in the same fashion. Your husband confused with every question, the interviewer trying his best not to burst into laughter, to the piont where you swear you saw a tear slip from his eyes that he wiped away quickly. And your son sitting down with his chin in his hands, you’ve never seen his still so still or listening so intensively at a screen before, mainly when gifts or presents where metioned (which was often cause the little shit worded the same question differently about ten times)
He was a spiolt little boy that’s for sure.
Harold however was left unbothered in your arms, sleeping soundly with his pacifier in his mouth, being the soundless angel he was.
“Last question Tom,” The interviewer smiled, biting his lip as your husbands eyes blinked rapily, his head leaning in the palm of his hand as if trying to crack a code.
“Please not another one about the fucking presents,” his eyes widened, “Shit, sorry,” he groaned, tossing his head back.
“No, no, no nothing like that,” the interviewer reassured, placing down his notepad, “It’s quite sweet to be honest,”
“That’s what you said about the one with-,” he blushed, “You know what? We’re past that,”
“I’m sure we are,” he said, grinning as he took a breath to ask the last question, “Now, how much do you love your family,”
Tom’s eyes widened with yours, from that piont you knew the gig was up. You watched as the gears in his brain turned, puzzling all the pieces together.
Your son was a curious boy, he tended to ask a lot of things when he first learnt how to speak but the amount only grew his first day of school. But the most frequent one he asked what how much both you and tom loved him. Sure, it was mainly for the attention (since he could never get enough of it) but it warmed both your hearts, hugging him tightly every time he asked it.
“I-,” He said, his mouth hung open, “These weren’t fans were they?”
“Was it obvious?”
Tom sighed, burying his face in his hands as everyone in the room started to laugh, trying to stifle them as much as possible, feeling bad for the father who just spent the last hour dying of embarrassment.
“Where are they?” He grumbled, getting up from the chair.
“In the back room,” his manager came out, crossing her arms over her chest, “Your son is pretty angry with you might I add, the older one that is,”
“I’m gonna kill you,” he mumbled jokingly running towards the door.
“Thank me later for bring your family to you, you twat!”
Can I request something with Tom where you guys are somewhere tropical relaxing for your honey moon being all lovey and touchy with each other 😍🥰❤️💗💕
a little suggestive if you ask me, but I loved how this turned out!
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You and Tom got married just about a week ago. It was a beautiful ceremony with your close friends and family. You both wanted a small reception and it was during the warm month of June. You had the wedding outside and it was perfect. Details aside, it was perfect because you married the man of your dreams.
Tom had been the perfect husband so far. It wasn’t that much different than him being your boyfriend, but now you officially had his last name, and Tom couldn’t be happier about that.
You had decided that the two of you would go to Hawaii for your honeymoon. You have both been there separately, but never together. You arrived in Hawaii two days ago and you were both having a great time. You had made it to the beautiful waters to surf a couple of times, and you went to a luau last night. Today, however, you and Tom decided that it be nice to spend the day in your rented beach house in married bliss.
You and Tom both woke up fairly early that morning due to your bodies not being used to the timezone change yet. You stood underneath the covers for a while. Tom and you faced each other in bed, admiring each other. Tom held your hand and would occasionally bring your hand up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. His other arm was draped around you, so he could pull you closer to him.
“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” Tom said with a lazy smile on his face. Tom thought that he was the luckiest man in the world because he was married to you. He couldn’t be happier than he was at that very moment.
“Morning, hubby,” you mumbled, exhaustion coating your voice from lack of sleep. “Let’s stay here all day, alright?”
“Sounds good to me.” Tom kissed your forehead gently and then pressed his nose against yours.
“You’re close,” you commented. “Good thing you brushed your teeth, Thomas.” He giggled at that.
“Yeah, you too,” he teased. He kissed you with all of the passion he had in him for you. It was soft but full of the love that you two shared. As Tom pulled away, he tugged on your bottom lip, something that drove you insane. You managed to grab both of his hands in your lazy state and pinned him down fully on the bed. You hooked your leg over him to climb into his lap to straddle him. “You know lip-biting makes me go crazy for you, Tom.”
“Maybe I want you to go crazy for me,” Tom flirted. Tom was stronger than you and could easily turn this around, but he liked when you were in control, so he didn’t move. “You’re breathtaking, darling.”
You leaned down to capture your lips with his. You moved in sync, lips colliding at a beautiful pace. Tom eventually slipped his tongue into your mouth, wanting to savor the taste of you, his wife. You placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing them softly. He had his hands on your waist, squeezing you gently. You pulled away a couple moments later.
“You’re breathtaking, too. Especially with your sexy bed head,” you said as you gave Tom’s curls a playful tug.
“You’re too good to me,” Tom said as he looked up at you, the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes upon. “Now, come and kiss me again.”
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Tagging: @canwekissforever-hazzy because I spent the last few minutes talking to her about this :)
- Lets just face it, Tom would definitely try to sneak some Harry Potter references into your wedding in some way as nice little joke especially if you’re a fan
- He loves to snuggle up with you after you guys get home from work and if he’s away filming he would call almost everyday, let’s be real he would try to Facetime you but the poor man isn’t the best at using technology
- So supportive, you want to wait for kids cool, you want kids right out of the bat that’s cool too!
- His phone background is a picture of you two snuggled up with Willow
- Willow has to be included in the wedding somehow I mean she is the world’s more precious dog :)
- If you were shorter than Tom
he would make jokes about you being smol all the time, but of course it’s Tom and he means it in the best way possible
lowkey think he has a size kink for girls smaller than him because in an interview he said something that attracted him to Jade was that she was so small bossing around some of the stunt men
he loves to see you in his clothes that look so oversized on you
-If you were taller than Tom
this man could not get it out of his head about your long legs
he thinks your height is amazing, because now he can never lose you in a crowd
lowkey think this man would also like a SO taller than him just cause he gives off sub/ smol vibes but ya know that’s just a thought
Loves to borrow your shirts cause they just look so cool and they fit the both of you really well so you basically just share a closet
- He loves to write songs about you and how much he loves you
- Will show you off on social media so much, like he just feels so lucky to get to marry you
- You sending out Christmas cards for the first time as the Feltons
- Will literally fight anyone that says anything bad about ( lowkey Draco moment, but it’s hot)
- You love to joke how you married the one and only Draco Malfoy [ insert Tom rolling his eyes, but secretly loving the jokes]
The One Where They Get Married During Quarantine || Tom Holland
Warnings: talk of the current pandemic, minor mentions of smuttish themes towards the end, language, talk of babiesssss
Word Count: 5,440
Author's Note: I like the way this came out! Thank you for the support on going through with it and I hope you enjoy :)
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Saturday, March 28th 2020
At Three O'clock in the Afternoon
Royal Botanical Kew Gardens
Richmond, United Kingdom
That goddamn invitation stared you in the face from its place on the desk. It was Sunday, March 29th, and you still weren't married to the man of your dreams. You received an email three weeks before that your venue was forced to close their doors for the quarantine and you were stuck at home with not only Tom, but his brother, and both of his best friends. They'd had their fun with the pub quizzes, puzzle building, chicken raising, challenge accepting, but your fiancé always sensed the discontentment that radiated off of you and he was always willing to try and calm it to the best of his ability. But it never seemed to fully work, Tom knowing more than anyone that the fact the wedding you were so excited to plan, exhausted so much time and money into, wasn't happening when you wanted it to. You had a dress hanging in your shared closet, shoes, everything down to the cake delivery plan and the bouquet pickup dates. But it was all cancelled and it was like it was stored in a box and put up on a shelf. And to you, it seemed like Tom didn't understand the way you did, he wasn't hurt the way you were.
Tom sighs as he enters your bedroom, closing the door behind him and cooing down at Tessa and nearing you. His eyes wander from your figure, one leg drawn up to your chest to the laptop now asleep in front of you. He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling the anxious waves roll off of you once more,
"You alright darling?" He asks anyways. You nod and he knows you're lying because he follows your eyes to the invitation you had gleefully told him would end up in a scrapbook when you got past the wedding. He sighs again, moving to sit back on the bed,
"I know how upset you are babe. And you know I hate it too. I loved the idea of seeing you walk down that aisle in this beautiful dress with our family around and all." He states. You can feel the tears burn your eyes as he speaks. You nod, letting him wheel your chair between his legs and clear your hair from your shoulder,
"Talk to me love. You know I hate when you're quiet. You're never quiet." He says. You swallow, lips pursed for a moment before you sniffle and shake your head,
"We would've been married a day today Tom. We would have had our dream wedding yesterday and we would have been in Fiji today." You express, Tom flinching at the anguish in your voice,
"I know love. It sucks, it really does." You nod, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. Not only has your wedding been shelved until further notice, but you're stuck in a testosterone filled house 24/7. You had hoped that soon, maybe in the next year or so, you and Tom would be finding your own place, being newlyweds and starting that family you so badly wanted. You let out a sob that kills Tom and his brain runs a mile a minute at what he can do for you. He clicks his tongue, dragging you into his arms and listening to you sob. He runs his fingers through your hair, eyes closed as he lets you cry, knowing how hard it’s been on you. Not only the wedding, but the quarantine. He always had a way with feelings and he always knew what you were feeling even if you didn’t say it. He sighs,
“I wish there was something I could do for you darling.” He mutters into your hair, kissing your temple. His head continues to throb in thought, eyes darting back and forth as he tries to come up with an answer good enough for you. And then it hits him. He sits up, standing after a moment to drop to his knees at your feet,
"Baby, babe, I have an idea." He starts, tugging your hand from your face and holding both of yours in both of his, "Darling, hear me out. You and I have been looking forward to this wedding for months, almost a year. So, what if we go through with it and set up a little wedding ceremony in the back yard, just us and the boys and just fuckin do it still? What do you think?" He asks. You stare down at him, watching his eyes swirl in worry and hurt at the sight of you, his thumbs coming up to collect the tears from under your own eyes,
"I think it could be cool. We could- I-I mean you have your dress and I have more fucking tuxes than I know what to do with. I could- that florist we were using is doing curbside pickup and we paid for the order, I could go pick up just your bouquet and we could set up some chairs in the backyard-"
"Tom, someone would have to ordain it."
"Says who? We just have a little ceremony, wear our rings and when the world is normal-ish again, we go out and get married for real, reception and all with our families and we can... cure your little depression." He tries to lighten,
"We can just... wait until like August or something." You try and brush off. Tom quickly shakes his head,
"Fuck that. You wanted a Spring wedding with all the pastels. We're not settling for an anniversary in August when we were excited for March or April. If we're doing it, we're doing it now or we're doing it next Spring and I've waited long enough to make you my wife. I don't want to wait another year." He reasons. After a moment, he purses his lips,
"I wonder..." He trails off, standing from his knees and starting out of the room. You throw your arms up, Tessa taking his place on the bed behind you, tail shuffling the bedding as she laps at your cheeks and you squeal.
Tom hurries down the hall and into the living room where the boys are playing Call of Duty, just like he left them. He presses the button on the TV to turn it off and gain the full, undivided attention of the now irritated, chattering boys. Tom waves his hands in the air to quiet the group,
"I'll turn it back on in a minute, I need to ask a favor of you guys." He yells over them. They quiet then, watching Tom lick his lips,
"I need... h-have any of you thought of getting ordained as a minister?" He asks. All three pairs of eyebrows furrow, the boys looking between themselves before Harry looks back up at his brother, one eyebrow raised,
"Fucking what?" Harry asks. Harrison snickers before Tom rolls his eyes,
"I was thinking Y/N and I could have a wedding ceremony in the backyard but we need someone to officiate for it to actually mean anything. That's what she's most upset about. I just... I was wondering if one of you guys could do it." He elaborates, suddenly feeling small, stupid. The room is silent for a moment before Tuwaine tsks,
"Fuck it, I'll do it. It'll give me something to do in this damn house." He speaks up with a shrug, Tom's heart feeling a little more free now that Tuwaine has agreed. Tom thanks him, watching his friend nod,
"How long do you think it'll take?" Tuwaine shrugs again,
"Think it's like two weeks." Tom nods and turns the TV back on before turning and starting back down the hall. He slams his door behind him, finding the desk calendar that has had big red X's across it for weeks now. He tosses it on the bed before your newly laid down figure,
"Pick a new wedding date two weeks from now. Any date you want." He says, chocolate colored eyes sparkling up at you in so much intent. You sigh, rubbing your thumb across Tessa's paw as you raise to an elbow and look over the calendar. It takes you a moment, but you point to the 11th of April. Tom finds a marker on your desk and adds the text, "New Wedding" before he returns the calendar to the spot in front of you,
"Tuwaine has agreed to get ordained and... we can get married the eleventh in the backyard. I'll pick up your bouquet and I can... go get a cake from the store and we'll just have a little wedding here. It'll be small and... maybe not as pretty as the wedding we spent all that time planning, but it's ours and that's what matters." He reasons. You nod, staring down at the grey puppy laid before you. He stands, leaning over your body to kiss your forehead,
"I'll do the best I can to make you happy with this. I know it isn't ideal but... I think it'll be beautiful babe." You nod, glancing up at him. He smiles,
"I'm excited to see you in your dress baby. I love you and I just know you'll be gorgeous." He says, kissing your lips softly. You nod, petting Tessa and feeling the tightening in your chest let up, the excitement growing inside your belly like it did the first time you planned a wedding,
"Yeah. I think it'll be nice to... just actually be able to say we're married and have that strength during this... really fucked up time." You confirm. He nods,
"I'd love to have Mrs. Holland runnin around here the rest of quarantine. We didn't think this whole lockdown thing would happen and I like the idea of going through with our wedding in it. A big fuck you to the world." You admit. He hums, staring down at you before he smiles and stands again,
"Lets fuck around and get married then yeah?" You can't fight the smile as he takes your hands. You squeal as he pulls you up into his arms, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kisses your cheek,
"You know that if I could choose one thing to do outside of quarantine it would be to marry your fine ass. That hasn't changed and I don't think that this fucking shit should take over. We still have that love for each other and I think we should still go through with it around the time we said we were going through with it." Tom explains. You nod as he rubs your arms,
"Me too. I think it's a really good idea." He smiles and nods,
"And the best thing is that... bullshit thing you'd said about spending all that money on that dress for a one time wear will go out that window because I'll pay for another big ass wedding when we can have one." Tom reassures. You nod, laying your head against his shoulder as he sways you. He holds you close, eyes closing in peace now that he knows he can at least give you somewhat of that fairytale wedding you planned.
Neither you or Tom could deny that the excitement of your backyard wedding was getting overwhelming just as the idea of your actual wedding had. Tom had added a few more people to your guest list to include his parents, Paddy, Sam, and Elysia and your parents were set up to facetime you and watch you marry your fiancé from a different country. In that time, Tuwaine had acquired his officiant license and had printed off a marriage certificate to ensure your legal anniversary was April 11th. You had helped pick out a tux to wear and reached an agreement with Harrison that Tom would use his room to get ready so you could maintain the secrecy of your dress, hair, and makeup. The last of Tom's endeavors was picking up the colorful bouquet from the florist, handing it to his mother who followed Elysia towards your bedroom to help with hair and makeup. The last of your priorities was discussing your want for his father to walk you down the aisle for the full feel, the group setting up an arch Tom's parents already had in the backyard of their own to give the pictures Harry agreed to take, a better look. The only thing agreed upon when it came to picture taking was it remained strictly after the ceremony, the both of you wanting everyone to enjoy the ambiance and not worry about what jobs they're supposed to be doing.
Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Dom had spent the time setting chairs up, decorating the arch in things you'd already bought for the wedding, each man doing their fair share of trying to calm Tom of his nerves but nearly to no avail. By four o'clock, he's standing before the arch with Tuwaine who continues to try and calm him. Nikki and Elysia exit the back door, Tom's eyes drawn to the inside of your house. Once he sees movement, his heart skips a beat and you, in all of your beauty, emerge, arm looped in Dom's as he escorts you towards his son and your future husband. You smile when you catch his eye, gripping your bouquet tight in your hand. Dom pauses, snapping to relinquish Tessa, basket handle held in her mouth which contains your rings. Each of the family members laugh, including Tom who crouches and greets the puppy in the pinkish white dress he'd bought her a few years ago. He has her sit as Harry, having already connected his phone to your Bluetooth speaker, begins to play "Canon In D" and the rest of the group stands to welcome you out,
"Deep breath. Last thing I need is you passing out before I get you there." Dom jokes as you begin walking, ivory heels sinking into the grass beneath your feet, something you hadn't planned on dealing with when it came to your originally planned wedding. You smile up at him, holding his bicep tighter and taking breaths to calm your pounding heart. Nikki catches your eye, iPad with your parents smiling widely from their living room back home in hand. Her smile matches, the same as Sam, Paddy, Elysia, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine as Tom stares you down. The image of him is seared into your brain, tears in his eyes and it's everything you've imagined it'd be, of course under different circumstances. Dom pauses just before Tom, you fiancé stepping forward to take your hand from his father,
"Who gives this woman to this man in marriage?" Tuwaine asks, Tom and Dom meeting eyes before his father speaks,
"I do." Dom says, leaning in to kiss your cheek and pat Tom on the shoulder before he takes your bouquet and joins Nikki. Tom helps you stand across from him, finally on cement again,
"You look beautiful darling." He mutters,
"Thank you. You cleaned up nice yourself." You reply. Tuwaine clears his throat as Tom rubs his thumbs across your knuckles,
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Thomas Stanley Holland and Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N in marriage. Not only have all of us witnessed the love and dedication the two have for each other, but we shall all feel privileged knowing they chose us to witness the matrimony these two shall embark on. We have watched both grow and thrive and mature in the company of each other and now we are blessed to watch them grow further as husband and wife, as one entity." You smile at Tom who takes a deep breath at Tuwaine's introduction. Tuwaine pauses for a moment before he begins again, with the readings,
"You each chose a quote. So Y/N chose, from Maya Angelou, 'Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps, hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.' Tom, you chose, from George Eliot, 'What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?'" Both quotes had been made for you it seemed. There were so many things within the relationship that proved to be a hurdle for the both of you. Tom obviously traveled a lot with his job, and you had to deal with the distance for long periods of time, both as his girlfriend and fiancée. The facetime calls killed you and your heart hurt daily until you were with him again. And when you were, it was freeing. No matter how long you'd been apart, Tom always came back and you were always together and back to being in love like he never left,
"Now, you both have prepared vows. We'll do those now," Tuwaine remarks and Sam stands to hand both folded papers over, "Y/N, read yours first." You unfold the paper, heart pounding at the vows you'd prepared months in advance and had recently edited to fit the current circumstances. You clear your throat,
"Tom, my love, my light. You have always been my rock at both my best and my worst, through everything. You have always pushed me to be the best version of myself that I could be and you've always been the most wise and selfless person in my life. My love for you is immeasurable and I have never been able to imagine my life without you and your happy, carefree, charisma, spunk in my life. I've been infatuated and in love with you for years and I've always known, for as long as I can remember, that I've wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, just the two of us being in love. As my husband, I promise to stay the same crazy person you agreed to date all those years ago. I promise to continue to annoy the hell out of you, cling to you in the morning when you try and get up, stick my cold feet and hands on your bare skin, and ruin your tea every once in a while, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident," Tom laughs, sniffling back his tears, "but more than anything, as your wife I promise to always be your quarantine buddy and I promise to always love you unconditionally and make you as happy as I can and at least pretend to love the same things you do just to listen to you ramble in the adorable way you always do." You finish, reaching up to dab the tears away. Tom's laughter dies down and he clears his own tears away, the rest of the group doing the same as you fold the paper back up. Tom smiles, staring down at you with such adoration in his eyes. Tuwaine allows a brief pause before turning to his friend,
"Now Tom, will you please read your vows to Y/N?" The brunette nods, unfolding his own sheet of notebook paper and clearing his throat,
"I don't know that mine are that good but uhm... I tried." He mutters, laughing along with you and the family. He purses his lips for a moment before clearing his throat again, licking his lips and his eyebrows knit together for a moment,
"Y/N, the love of my life, my biggest supporter, and my confidante, I have never loved anyone more than I have loved you and I have never been loved by someone like you. My biggest regret will always be not giving you the wedding you so obviously deserve even though I've promised to throw you the biggest reception ever once the world starts spinning again," you giggle, clearing your tears again, "you have always stuck with me, through thick and thin, through terrible time differences and long months apart only to welcome me back like we've just paused time. You're compassionate, beautiful, funny, and so silly and I have never had a dull moment with you and I know I never will. My promise to you, as your husband, is that I'll never make life boring. I'll always be your rock, I'll always give your life meaning the way you've done for me, and I'll always make sure you know how loved you are. No matter how many times we fight and how stupid those fights are. And no matter what, there is no one I would rather marry during quarantine than you. I would do anything for you, both before and even more so after quarantine and making you happy in any way I can is what I'll always do. I love you." He finishes, sniffling and folding his vows back up to tuck in his inside pocket,
"I love you too." You whisper as he takes your hands again. There isn't a dry eye in the house, not even Tuwaine who, from the beginning has watched and listened to one of his best friends fall in love with you and now he has the privilege of watching it come to fruition. He was given the privilege of marrying the two of you in an equally as beautiful as your original, backyard wedding. He sniffles himself before looking down at the pages he holds,
"Alright, now the exchange of rings. Tom, please find Y/N's ring and put it on her as you say the following phrase." Tom nods, kneeling to fish the beautiful diamond ring he’d proposed to you with, from Tessa's basket, patting her head before he stands and looks at the paper in Tuwaine’s hands, clearing his throat again. He takes your hand again, staring up into your eyes as he starts,
“Y/N, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love." He repeats the phrase from the paper, glancing up into your eyes again as he slides the ring all the way onto your finger, licking his lips. Tuwaine allows another pause before he turns to look at you,
“And now Y/N, the same.” He commands, waiting until you retrieve Tom’s ring to hold the page out to you,
“Tom, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.” You relay to the man across from you, a smile crossing his features. He knows what follows and it’s surreal knowing that it’s happening. He’s marrying you, the love of his life, in his garden and life can’t get much better. Tuwaine turns his page,
“Now, by the power vested in me, you may kiss your bride.” He directs Tom’s way. His dark brown eyes meet yours before he steps forward, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other reaching up to caress your cheek before he leans in to kiss you, your own arms looping under his. The crowd around you claps as Tom kisses you, leaning you back just the smallest bit before he leans back himself, pressing his forehead to yours and smiling, kissing you once more before he stands back and glances up at Tuwaine, smiling down at the two of you,
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Stanley and Y/N Y/M/N Holland.” Tuwaine hollers as both sets of parents, Tom’s siblings, Tom’s best friend and Elysia all cheer and Tom thrusts your hand, wrapped in his, up in victory. He glances over at you, smile wide across his face as he leans in one last time to kiss you and Harry plays the song you set to walk back down the aisle to, Tom leading you with your hand in his back inside the house. Once inside, he squeals, pulling you in,
“You do realize we just got married right? Like… you’re Mrs. Holland now. As you should have been two weekends ago.” Tom reminds. You giggle and nod, glancing down at the ring on your finger,
“Yes I do. I love you more than anything.” You tell Tom who holds your waist as you lean in for yet another kiss, your family entering the back doors. Each of them beeline to congratulate you, each of them dishing out hugs and kisses, the girls asking to see the ring on your finger. You take the iPad from Nikki's hands, greeting your parents and showing them the wedding ring on your finger. They ask for Tom who presses a hand to your lower back, greeting them cheerfully and thanking them as they dish out congratulatories,
"Right," Tuwaine's voice booms out over the chatter. He looks between you and Tom, holding up a piece of paper, "Pardon the interruption, but I need bride, groom, and two witnesses to make it official, official." He remarks. Tom wraps his arm around your waist as you hand Nikki back the iPad,
"So... who do you reckon is lucky enough to be our official witnesses?" He whispers in your ear. You sigh,
"I dunno. Uhm... your mom and... your best friend?" You pose quietly as to not offend anyone. He smiles and reaches out to fluff your hair with a smile,
"I think that's a good idea," he turns to the group, "mum, Haz... will you guys... be our witnesses?" Tom asks. You see the devotion, the adoration and respect in Harrison's bright blue eyes as a smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. He nods,
"I'd be honored." He mutters, Nikki reaching out to rub your arm once she's handed the iPad to Dom,
"Me too." She smiles wider as you and Tom follow Tuwaine to the dining room table, watching him lean in to sign the marriage certificate,
"First the officiant signs it, and then the two witnesses." He explains, handing the pen to Nikki. She smiles as she leans in and signs the paper, passing the pen to Harrison all while Harry is snapping photos. He snaps at you and Tom,
"Lets get some pics of just you two outside with the arch." He says. You nod, taking Tom's hand and following the two boys outside and up to the arch, Tom's arm wrapping around your waist again. He sighs,
"Nice day for a wedding, ay darling?" He jokes. You giggle and nod, leaning up to kiss him softly as Harry's camera clicks, your eyes darting between Tom's,
"It's the perfect day for a wedding cutie."
You watch through the back door as the boys play the same game they'd been obsessed with for months. You roll Tom's fingers in your own, tucking the blanket under your chin further. Tom sighs beside you, pressing his lips into your hair,
"Darling?" You hum an answer, glancing up at your husband when he doesn't respond. His dark eyes find yours after another moment,
"Are you happy?" He asks. Your eyebrows furrow,
"What do you mean T?" He shrugs, threading his fingers through yours while you're preoccupied,
"I just mean... two months ago we watched this virus roll in and we never thought it would get this bad to the point we'd be spending every waking moment in this house with three other men and that it'd result in a wedding we were so excited to plan and see through and it wasn't... exactly what we planned, but, I dunno, I just mean, are you happy with what we had here today?" He elaborates, glancing back up at the stars that sparkle above you both from the place in your hammock. You linger in the silence for another moment before you shift to place your hand over Tom's beating heart,
"Do you remember... that Jared commercial we saw the other night?" You ask. His eyes half roll as he thinks, teeth chewing the inside of his cheek and then he nods,
"Yeah, the one with the virtual weddings?" He asks. You nod,
"Do you remember what it said and how you nudged me to get the point of it all?" You pose. He nods,
"Yeah." You nod once more,
"You did it because the point of that commercial is that it doesn't matter about the dress, or the cake, or the guest list or how formal everything is. What matters is the love the two people getting married have for each other, especially during trying times like now." You remind him. He smiles, playing with your hair,
"Right." You rub his chest,
"Whether I married you today in our back yard with all of the things we have from our wedding or I marry you in August back in our venue with new stuff doesn't matter because it isn't the date that matters, it's you and me and how we show we love each other." His smile is bright as he squeezes your fingers between his. You sigh,
"I could have married you in that dress in there with fifty people and a cake and a vibrant bouquet and all that in April or I could have married you in a trash bag in the middle of August with dead flowers and it would not have changed my love for you Tom." You reassure. He reaches out with his opposite hand to tuck hair behind your ear,
"So you're happy?" He reiterates. You giggle, nodding and situating yourself to rest your head further up Tom's shoulder,
"Extremely. And always with you." He leans in to kiss you softly,
"Me too love. My vows were 100% from my heart. I've never loved anyone like you and I would do whatever it takes to make sure you understand that."
"I do. Mine were honest too. No matter what the problem, no matter how tired you are, you've always been there for me. I have never, ever been more in love with someone and I don't wanna know anything else. Of course... I've been down because I'm in a house with four guys and I don't get to have my fairytale wedding and honestly, we'd be looking for our own place, just the two of us but... I loved today. Our family and friends, my dress, my bouquet, my beautiful fiancè. I'm more than happy Tom." You explain to him. He strokes your hair down, leaning in to kiss you once more,
"I love you more than anything Y/N." He says softly. You smile, reaching up to rub your thumb across his cheek,
"I love you too Tom," you hold your hand up, brandishing the wedding ring on your finger, "for life now. I've got you." You tell him. He chuckles,
"Forever and always love. Now when we... get back to the world we'll get our own place, I promise, and... soon enough, we'll be tryin for some beautiful babies."
"Slow your roll Holland, we gotta get outta this damn house first. And having a kid isn't our first priority once we do get our place." You jokingly scold. Tom chuckles, smile fading after a moment and he frowns,
"We aren't... going to wait til we move out to consummate our marriage are we?" He poses. You giggle,
"I hadn't planned on it, no."
"Oh thank god." He mutters, the both of you relaxing against each other, staring up at the stars for a moment longer. He sighs, fingers nonchalantly rubbing up and down your arm. He hums before pressing his lips into your hair again,
"Happy anniversary love." He mutters. You glance up at him again, smile widening,
"About damn time Mr. Holland." He chuckles again,
"And now, every April 11th, for the rest of our lives, we'll be reminded of the day we got married in our backyard." He says. You lay your head against his shoulder,
"I wouldn't have it any other way." You admit. His lips press to your forehead,
"Me neither darling, me neither." He mumbles, wrapping his arm tight around you. And the uncertainty you had felt weeks ago when your wedding was forced to be cancelled, was gone now that you were in the arms of Tom. Not only your rock, but your husband. Now and always.
Tom had just gotten back from filming Cherry and he was so excited to be with his wife, (Y/N) again because he missed her so much.
It was morning and all of sudden he felt a tap on his shoulder and his eyes started to flutter open. He squinted and saw the blur of his wife standing in front of him.
"Good morning Mrs. Holland." He said in his raspy morning voice as he rubbed his eyes. As they can more into focus he noticed her standing there with a cake.
He was so confused for a second and he sat up to see that there was 10 lit candles.
"Love, it's not my birthday." Tom told her with a chuckle.
"I know, I just wanted to get a cake and put candles on it for no apparent reason. Also, we get to have cake for breakfast, for no reason at all." Her smile got bigger and all Tom could do is blow out the candles with a big smile on his face. He loved her so much and this was one of the many reasons why. Her kind heart and random acts of kindness to make peoples day.
"I'm going to go put this down in the kitchen. Meet me there in five minutes and we can cut it together." She said and Tom couldn't wipe the big smile off his face, not that he wanted too. This moment right here was absolutely perfect for him, especially after filming such a harsh role.
She gave her husband a peck on the lips before turning around and heading out the door to the kitchen.
Tom sat in bed and stretched with a yawn.
"I have the best wife in the entire world. I love her so much." He smiled and then got up to brush his teeth.
He ran into the kitchen afterwards and then all of sudden crashed his lips onto hers. They shared a passionate kiss for a couple of seconds before he pulled back and looked at her with a smile.
"You're the best wife in the entire world and I love you so much." Tom told her and then kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, honey." She said and they kissed again before cutting the cake into slices and eating breakfast together and sipping coffee.
It was the perfect morning and they both didn't want it to end.
