𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | Tom Holland

47

I couldn't help but keep thinking about Tom and his job as we were in practice. He told me he would go speak to his father, hopefully to get his job back. I just really hoped I would get good news when I reached home, but I didn't.

"Are you serious?!" I got pissed off. "What kind of father would just let his son go like that?!" I yelled.

"I told you-"

"Tom this is so stupid! You can't just sit here and not get pissed?!" I walked back and forth. Tom looked like a baby, all he did was stand there looking at me.

"Tommy." I frowned. "I'm gonna go and personally talk to him."

"No." He shook his head. "Just forget about it, I can finally go back to being a teacher again."

"Tom, you know you won't be able to provide for the family like that-"

"What do you mean?! My dad pays for my rent and all that other shit-"

"Yes but do you think that will last?! Who will he pass it to?!"

"Oh shit." He said finally realising. "Yeah that's a good business to lose." he placed his finger on his chin.

"I'm going." I got my keys and rushed to my car.

"Y/N what are you doing?!" He ran after me.

"Stay with Parker! I'm gonna be right back!" I quickly entered the car and drove away, praying to God I could help solve the problem, because it really was my fault. We should have just kept his father on the down low and not even bother with him. I quickly entered the building and went to the receptionists ask about his father. "Is Dominic Holland here?"

"Yes but he doesn't accept any guest-"

"I'm not any guest, I'm Tom Holland's wife." I lied.

"Oh." She looked a little surprised. I looked at the name tag on her desk and it read Louisa.

This bitch was the one always annoying Tom, no wonder she looked upset. I didn't even bother continuing with her, I just rushed into his office and quickly went up to him.

"Y/N-" He smiled but I quickly interrupted his dumb white ass.

"Listen here asshole," I put a finger near his face. All he did was mouth the asshole and looked confused as hell. I swear I was about to hit him like my folks do back at home. I was always calm and didn't really talk like my family, but when I'm pissed I can say shit.

"You can't just let Tom go like that? The fuck is wrong with you man?! It was my fault not him! You better give him his job back." I threatened him. He didn't know what I had, this man is nothing but a paper bag, he couldn't do shit even if he could.

"Y/N? What the hell just happened? Where did this all come from-"

"Did you hear what the fuck I said?! I will call my people right now-" I took out my phone to scare him.

"No! No okay! He will have his job back, but under one condition."

"What?"

"You have to let me see my grandson more."

"Fine," I got myself off the desk and turned around. "Oh and before I leave, call me fucking Y/N/N." I couldn't help but continue, I was dying to laugh but I kept it in. All I could do was feel so excited to tell Tom the news about him getting his job back, even though he was dying to work as a teacher again.

"Tommy!" I quickly entered the house with excitement. I heard him answer me from our room and I couldn't help myself but jump as I saw him, making him fall back on the bed with me sitting on top of him.