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Pairing: Tom Holland x Single Parent!Reader Summary: You've given up on the dating life after plenty of dates that've gone south the second they find out about your daughter, Caroline. But, your friends are getting married and that leads to you meeting Tom and he's really not that bad. But is he different from everyone else? Warnings: Fluff, alcohol mentions, some angst, smut, mentions of past cheating, bold italics are thoughts
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The morning sun creeps through under your pulled curtains, illuminating small spaces of the pale carpet of your bedroom floor. By the looks of the orangey tones, you know it's far too early to be awake, just another hour or two would be amazing. So, you roll over, facing your closet only to be met with big eyes the color of yours, standing beside your bed holding a stuffed Sven from Frozen.
The corner of your mouth turns up, knowing the sweet thought of sleep is completely gone.
"Yes?" You ask.
Your daughter, Caroline, grins, hugging the toy to her chest. "I'm hungry."
"Of course, you are."
Caroline, truly the light of your entire life. She is perfect with hair like her dad's and your eyes and the smile that could light up a million skies. And she might be four, but you swear she's the smartest four-year-old in the world. She might not have been planned but there is never a day that goes by that you don't thank the universe for her, even through the tantrums thrown in a store or the sick days or the messiness that comes with having a little one.
"Frosted Flakes?" You ask and your daughter just grins even wider, her eyes going wide with excitement as she nods her head quickly. "Okay, get your bowl out."
"Yay!" She yells excitedly before darting off to the kitchen, leaving you in your not so morning bliss state.
That hour of sleep would be great but Caroline comes first and that girl loves to wake up at the crack of dawn. Which, then again, a bonus side to that is that she does go to bed early so getting her ready for daycare or your parents' house when you have to work isn't so bad. So, really, you can't complain too much when she gets up so early on the weekends.
You slide out from under the blankets, stretching before making your own way into the kitchen. When you reach the tan room, Caroline is sitting at her spot in her pink and blue booster chair she's quickly growing out of, with her Frozen bowl and matching spoon ready to go. Sven is sat in the chair next to hers with his own bowl and spoon.
"How long have you been up?" You chuckle, making your way to the Keregg to make yourself coffee and knowing full and well she doesn't quite understand how time works unless it's in the forms of Paw Patrol and Tangled The Series episodes.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Hours." She says dramatically.
"Oh, hours, huh?" You go over to the fridge and grab the half-empty box of cereal from up top and go for the milk inside the fridge. "And how long do you think an hour is?"
