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Tom Holland imagine: fluff

"Looks like rain," Tom mumbled, his eyes glancing out the window of you guy's warm home as he pointed out the clouds to your three year old daughter.

Your little girl's eyes, which were the exact same as Tom's lit up at the sight of the darkened sky. "What's rain, Daddy?" she asked, her voice filled with innocent curiosity.

Tom knelt down to her level and smiled. "Rain is like when the sky decides to give us a bath, sweetheart," he explained, mimicking the sound of rain with his hands. "It's water that falls from the clouds to the ground, and it's perfect for splashing in puddles and playing with your friends."

Your daughter's eyes grew wide. "Can I play in the rain, Mommy?" she begged, her voice filled with excitement.

You looked at Tom and shared a knowing smile. "Of course you can, sweetie," you said. "But first, let's get you dressed in your rain boots and coat."

You went to her room, and together with your daughter, you picked out her favorite yellow raincoat with ducks on it and her wellies that made a delightful squelching sound with every step she took.

Dressing her up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia.

It was just the two of you, preparing for an adventure, much like how you and Tom had once prepared for a night out before she came along. But now, the stakes were higher, and the excitement was in the simple things – like watching her giggle as raindrops hit her face.

Tom had gone to grab an umbrella and by the time he returned, your daughter was already jumping around the living room, eager to go outside.

He chuckled, watching her, and handed the large blue and white striped one to you with a wink. "Ready to face the storm, Captain?" he asked, ruffling her hair gently. She nodded vigorously, her pigtails bobbing.

You opened the door and stepped out into the fresh, misty air. The scent of the impending rain filled your nostrils as the first few droplets began to kiss the earth.

Your daughter gasped with wonder as she felt the cold wetness on her skin. She looked up at you, her eyes sparkling. "It's tickling me!" she exclaimed, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Tom held the umbrella over the two of you, shielding you from the increasing downpour. The sound of the rain pattering against the fabric became a soothing symphony that accompanied your little family's first stroll in the rain.

You watched as she stomped in a puddle, the water splashing up around her wellies.

Her laughter was music to your ears, a sweet melody that warmed your heart despite the chilly temperature.

As you walked down the street, you pointed out the different sights and sounds of the rain-soaked world around you.

The leaves on the trees dancing in the wind, the way the rain created miniature rivers on the sidewalk, and the distant sound of thunder that rumbled in the background like a shy greeting from a giant playing hide and seek.

She mimicked the sounds it made, her voice a high-pitched echo that blended with the natural orchestra of the storm.

You came across a puddle so large it looked like a miniature lake.

Your daughter's eyes grew even wider, and without a moment's hesitation, she took off running, her wellies slapping against the wet pavement.

You watched as she jumped into the puddle with both feet, the water spraying up around her.

Her giggle was infectious, and even Tom couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he held the umbrella closer, trying to keep the two of you somewhat dry.The rain grew heavier, the droplets turning into a steady stream, but it didn't dampen the spirits of your little explorer.

She bent down and tried to scoop up water with her hands, her laughter pealing through the patter of rain. "Look, Mommy!" she shouted, her hands cupped together, holding a tiny pool of water. "I caught the rain!"

You crouched beside her, feeling the cold wetness seep through your own jeans, and took her hands in yours. "You sure did, love," you said, smiling. "Now, let's make sure you don't catch a cold too."

You guided her back under the shelter of the umbrella, her eyes never leaving the dance of the raindrops.

The walk back home was a bit more challenging, with the rain now a torrent. The wind picked up, making the rain feel like a million tiny ice pellets against your skin, but your daughter didn't seem to notice.

She was in her element, her eyes shining with joy as she stomped through each puddle with newfound bravery.

Tom held her hand tightly, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his raincoat, while you held the umbrella over them both.

The warmth of their shared excitement was enough to keep the chill at bay.When you finally reached the house, the three of you were soaked through to the skin, despite your efforts to stay dry.

The door creaked open, and the warmth from within hit you like a comforting hug.

You could smell the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven, a sweet contrast to the clean, earthy scent of rain. You quickly shed your wet clothes, leaving a trail of puddles on the wooden floor.

Your daughter, still buzzing with energy, didn't miss a beat as she dashed to the kitchen to inspect the goods.

Tom followed behind, shaking the water out of his hair. "Looks like someone's got a taste for a little post-rain snack," he teased, taking in the sight of your daughter's rain-drenched clothes.

The kitchen was a cozy haven of warmth, with the rainbow of colors from the stained-glass window casting a soft glow over the room.

You peeled off your own wet jacket, hanging it by the door, and watched as Tom scooped her up into his arms, her raincoat still dripping onto the floor. "Alright, little mermaid," he said, his voice filled with amusement, "let's get you into some dry clothes before you start growing gills."