Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Helping hand

TOM
Raising a kid wasn't easy. Especially when I've spent the past year doing it alone. My now ex-fiancé and I had a daughter. We were both drunk one night and unable to control our sexual feelings. One thing lead to another and she ended up pregnant. I stood by her every step of the way. I even proposed to her the day our daughter was born.

Unfortunately, due to an already existing health condition, her body started to falter and over time, she slowly become wheelchair bound. One morning, after I had gotten our 4 year old out of bed and ready for school, I found my ex-fiancé on the floor, unresponsive. I got her to the hospital and she seemed stable, but by the evening, she was gone.

Now, a year later, my now 5 year old daughter and I live in a large house. The large house came after my acting career took off, allowing me to provide all the support for our two person family.

We live only an hour and a half away from my parents, but life as a single father with a very successful acting career was difficult to say the least. I'm always away. Sometimes she comes with me, and I hire a nanny to come and look after her whenever I'm out on long filming days. Sometimes, she stays home and I enlist the help of my 3 younger brothers to babysit her.

The side-effect of sometimes leaving her at home, either alone for a few hours or with her uncles, is her behaviour. With no mother to teach her manners and the correct way to handle situations, I often come home to her bad-mouthing her uncles.

"You piece of shit! Give me back my teddy bear!" She yelled as Harry held her favourite teddy bear. He didn't hold it up or put it somewhere she couldn't reach. Her problem was his strength.

"Uh, Renae. What have we talked about?" I asked, sitting down.

"Don't call uncle Harry a piece of shit." She sighed.

"No, we don't call anyone a piece of shit. Apologise." I instructed her.

"Do I have to?" She asked, pouting. She grew into her mother's American accent, instead of my English accent.

"Yes. 'Cause that's the nice and respectful thing to do." I smiled, waiting for her to say it.

"I'm sorry uncle Harry. You're not a piece of shit. You're just lazy." She smirked, Harry lifting her up into the air before tickling her.
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Parent-teacher interviews. The one event in the school year that everyone hates. Teachers hate it because they just want to go home and eat something substantial, not sit for hours talking to more people. Parents hate it because most of them know everything already, so hearing it from a teacher is pointless. Students hate it because if they are failing, some of their parents will hear about their low grades and most likely get angry.

As for me, this year was my first parent-teacher interview. My ex-fiancé used to go to them. Giving Paddy plenty of notice, while I was about to talk to Renae's teacher, he was babysitting Renae.

I walked into Renae's teacher's classroom, her desk filled with papers, folders and other items.

"Mr Holland?" She asked. I smiled, telling her that she was right.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'm Renae's teacher." She smiled, shaking my hand.

"Hey. I'm Tom Holland, as you may know." I smiled, sitting down.

"Before we began, I'm sorry for your loss. Renae told me about her mother." Y/N slightly frowned.

"Thanks. It's been difficult." I admitted before we began.

Y/N
You explained Renae's work to Tom, his eyes constantly glued to her work. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Now, I wanted to talk to you about something. It's her behaviour." You admitted, Tom sighing.

"Over the past couple of weeks, she has been using profanity, she hasn't started any fights, but she has been a part of fights. Her behaviour has also started to affect her work." You informed him.

"I'm sorry about her behaviour. If there is anything I can do, I will do it." Tom frowned.

"It's not so much about what you can do. A few years ago, I had another child in a similar situation. I know that it's not normal and I don't generally do this, but I'm offering help outside of school. I am happy to privately tutor Renae in order to help her grades and improve her work without the influence of her behaviour. Only if you're ok with it of course?" You offered, Tom's face lighting up.

"I'd very much appreciate that. When can you start?" He asked, excited.

"I can start next week. I'll give you my number so that we can discuss details further." You wrote down your number, handing him the piece of paper.

"Thank you, Miss Y/L/N." He smiled, standing up.

"Please call me Y/N. I'll see you next week Mr Holland." You smiled, shaking his hand again.

"Y/N, please call me Tom." He smiled before leaving.