Tom Holland Imagines

Christmas Cookies//T.H.

The house was so silent you probably could have heard a pin drop. It would've been an amazing thing if you weren't with a little nine-year-old girl. You knew that whenever little Tilly Holland was quiet, she was up to something and generally, it wasn't good. You closed the book you had been reading and left it on the coffee table of the cold living room you had been at for the past thirty minutes.

You walked up the stairs of the mansion, searching for the curly-haired girl. You knew Tom wouldn't be too fond of finding out that one of his expensive paintings had been meddled with. Much to your surprise, you found her lying down on her bed as she watched a video on the iPad Harrison had given her as an early Christmas present. You smiled softly; except for her blond hair, she was the spitting image of Tom. You had only known her for a few years, but you loved her just as if she was your own daughter.

"Hey, Tilly, what are you doing?" You wondered. She turned around, an excited smile on her face as she walked over to where you were standing and handed you her iPad. You took it from her hands and looked at a baking video she was watching.

"Could we bake some cookies Y/N? Please," She asked as she looked up at you with her big brown eyes, an adorable pout on her face. A soft sigh escaped your lips, "I know daddy says I can't use the kitchen, but he didn't say anything about you," She grinned and you laughed softly, knowing you could never say no to her.

"Fine, but you'll help me wash the dishes," A groan of complaint fell out of her lips at the petition, but she was just so excited about baking that she completely forgot. Whenever Sam was around, he'd watch MasterChef or any cooking show with her. You knew she took a genuine interest in cooking just by the way she'd always ask about all the ingredients you used whenever you were making dinner.

"So, what type of cookies do you want to make? We can make some peanut butter cookies or maybe some chocolate chip cookies." You asked her as you quickly went into your office to get your cookbook from one of the many bookshelves.

When you walked back into the kitchen, you were surprised to see she had already pulled a stool close to the counter so she could reach and see everything. She had also put on a pink apron that Sam had bought for her on her birthday, "Can we make some Christmas cookies but with Santa?"

You smiled even more and nodded as you gathered all the ingredients that would be needed and helped Tilly put them all inside the bowl. She stirred all the dry ingredients gently, scared that if she did something wrong, she might ruin the whole thing. Usually, whenever it was just the two of you, she'd constantly ask for Tom, which you didn't mind at all since you knew she loved him more than anything, but this time, she seemed to be enjoying just being with you.

You turned away to look at the clock for a second. The little girl took it as a chance to grab a small fistful of flour and throw it at you as a giggle escaped her lips. You let out an overdramatic gasp at the action, which just made her giggle even more, "You've just started a fight you won't win," You laughed evilly as you threw flour back at her. You watched her little hand reach for an egg and your eyes widened, "Don't even think about it, young lady!" You exclaimed as you picked her up suddenly and tickled her sides, causing her to squeal.

After a few minutes of giggling and picking up the mess the two of you had made, you finally put the cookies in the oven after cutting them out in the shape she wanted. Tilly took a seat close to the oven as she watched the cookies bake. However, her attention was quickly taken by the sound of the front door closing, which meant that Tom was finally back home. A loud squeal was heard as she quickly got up and ran out of the kitchen in search of her father.

Tom walked into the kitchen minutes later, Matilda following close behind. He raised an eyebrow as he looked around the not-so-clean kitchen and then at you. You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly at your boyfriend. He pulled you into his embrace and left a chaste kiss on your lips.

"What were you guys up to?" Tom wondered. Before you could even begin to explain, Tilly was already describing all the events of the afternoon to Tom. He ruffled her hair gently and to no surprise, a cloud of flour came out of it. Tom could only laugh and shake his head as he told his daughter to take a shower so she could clean out the flour.

You took the cookies out of the oven and decorated them with Tom's help. Per Matilda's petition, you decorated them just like Santa Claus and you knew that even Sam would be proud of the cookies.

A few hours later, you were tucking Tilly into her bed after reading a bedtime story for her. You leaned in to kiss her forehead, "Thanks for today mummy, I had so much fun."

Your eyes widened at her words. It was the first time she called you mum. You rushed into the room you shared with Tom. He was already lying down, covered by the blankets. You let out an excited squeal and jumped around like a kid on Christmas day. Tom looked at you with curiosity in his eyes, "She called me mum."