Tom Holland Imagines

School Fights (Husband! Father!Tom)

Y/n was standing at her desk. Blueprints laid out in front of her. She was deep in thought when her phone started ringing. She looked over to see the caller ID quickly she picked up.

"Hello?" She asked and the principal, Mr. Dickson, from her oldest son's school answered.

"Is this Mrs. Holland?" He asked.

"Yes, it is," she said. "Did something happen?" She asked and heard him sigh through the phone.

"Unfortunately yes, today just before the second period your son Peter punched one of his supposed friends and ended up breaking his nose, three teachers had to pull him off before he finally stopped," Y/n's head quickly shot up and she walked away from her desk.

"What? Why?" She asked.

"He has refused to tell me, he says that he will only say something once his parents were here," Y/n ran a hand through her hair.

"Ok, I'll be there in about thirty minutes," she hung up the phone and sat down at her desk. Her head in her hands, she couldn't think of any reason that Peter would start a fight. She and Tom had always taught him not to use violence as an answer and with Tom having been an actor for so many years he had always made sure all of his children knew to use their words to get through something.

Y/n stood up and made her way to her office door.

She locked the door, surprising her secretary.

"Hey, Jane, there's an emergency with Peter. Can you cancel all of my meetings for the rest of the day," she said and Jane gave a small nod as her boss started to walk away. 

Y/n sent a quick thanks over her shoulder and walked quickly out of the building dialling her husband's number as she got into her car.

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Y/n and Tom sat in Mr Dickson's office. There was an awkward silence as the couple waited for the man in front of them to speak.

"Unfortunately, even though we haven't heard Peter's side of the story, the secondary education system requires us to suspend him for at least three days," Y/n nodded her head looking over at Tom. His face was hard to read but his arms were crossed.

"And he will need to apologize to Mr Phillips," Y/n was about to respond when Tom spoke up.

"But if Peter was only defending himself then why does he have to apologize?" His voice showed no hint of emotion, making Mr Dickson shrink back in his chair.

"Even if that was the case, Peter hasn't said anything at all since he arrived, only that he would talk to his mother," Tom stood up and Y/n followed him. Without another word, her husband walked out of the office.

"Again, I'm so sorry about Peter, I have no idea why he would do something like this," Y/n said then quickly walked out of the office to find her husband standing next to Peter. They both had miserable expressions on their face.

"Tom, why don't you go pick up Diana and I'll take him home," she asked, but not really.

"Actually I'd like-"

"Now," Y/n interrupted giving him a look and Tom shut his mouth.

Once Y/n and Peter were sitting in her car she looked over at him.

"Please don't say anything. I know you're upset and-"

"I'm not upset," Y/n interrupted and Peter looked over at her his eyes wide with shock.

"Y-you're not?" He stuttered.

"No, I'm confused 'cause I don't know why you did it," she said hinting that she wanted him to tell her. Peter sighed.

"Remember that time when you and Dad came to school to pick me up because Uncle Harry came to visit?" He asked and Y/n nodded. "Well Henry saw you and he's been trying to come over since then because he wanted to see you and then today he called you hot and said there was no way that I'm your kid and it angered me and so I just started punching him," Peter said and Y/n gave him a look before bursting out laughing.