Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Missed birthday (Tom Holland)

Requested by _ImASimp05_: Tom is away shooting a movie whilst Y/N is at home with their kids. It's their youngest child's birthday but Tom can't make it home to celebrate, and then even forgets to call. Their son starts questioning how much Tom loves him since he forgot to call, which leads to Y/N telling Tom off and yelling at him for not calling. Tom talks to their son and reassures him that he does love him, and promises that nothing like that will ever happen again.

"Sh, sh, remember that this is a surprise." I whispered, one of my hands underneath the 'Spider-Man' cake and the other guarding the five candles so that they wouldn't blow out as Charlotte, Esme and I crept towards James' bedroom.

"Are you ready, mummy?" Charlotte checked as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

"Let's do this." I smiled. My daughters returned it before opening the door.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear James, happy birthday to you." All of us sang quietly as we walked in, James' eyes opening and a massive smile curling onto his lips.

"Yay! Cake!" He squealed, making us laugh as he sat up in his bed and I sat down next to his legs.

"Blow out your candles, and remember to make a wish, sweetheart." I nodded as I carefully moved my hand away from the candles. James leant forward, his hazel curls that were identical to Tom's messy and unruly from sleeping as he filled his cheeks full of air. He blew on the candles, Charlotte, Esme, and I cheering as he got all of them in one puff.

"Do you like your cake, darling?" I chuckled as I showed him the design. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open as he saw it.

"It's daddy! Daddy's on my cake!" The five-year-old squealed excitedly, making me smile and shake my head at the fact that his first thought at seeing the 'Spider-Man' cake was that it was Tom.

"Yeah, he is! Speaking of daddy, he'll probably call soon, so let's get up and get some breakfast, yeah?" I suggested.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Good boy." I returned the nod as he climbed out of bed, and we all filed out of his room. I was the wife of ten years to world-renowned actor, Tom Holland, the love of my life being someone who I had been lucky enough to meet relatively early in life. We had met fifteen years ago at a party hosted by his best friend, Harrison and had started dating immediately, with Tom getting down on one knee and proposing to me a year after that. We had gotten married another year later, and had welcomed our first child, Charlotte, ten years ago. Since then, we'd had Esme and James too, James turning five today. Which was where the problem started. Given Tom's job as an actor, he was travelling almost all of the time, which meant that he missed important milestones like this one. He'd missed at least a couple of birthdays for each of the kids, and whilst he always tried his hardest to make it home for them, or at least send a present, most of the time it simply wasn't possible. Of course I would always be supportive of Tom's career, especially because it gave me and our children the best life that we could ask for, but it was also hard trying to explain to our young children that no, daddy hadn't forgotten about them, he just couldn't get away from work. That would always be hard. I sighed and shook my head as the kids sat at the breakfast bar, my mind trying to push the sadness of Tom missing yet another birthday to the back of my thoughts as I started to make them breakfast.

"Right, come on, kiddos, it's late, it's definitely time for bed." I scoffed as I herded Charlotte and Esme into the house whilst I carried a sleeping James in with my other arm.