Requested by hylnnd: Tom and Y/N are married, and Y/N has a six-year-old son from her previous marriage. His dad is supposed to take him to Disneyland, but cancels at the last minute, which really upsets her son. Tom feels bad since Y/N's son hasn't spent much time with his dad recently, so he makes up for it by taking him and Y/N to a theme park for the day for some of their own family bonding.

"You PROMISED me that you wouldn't cancel this time! You promised HIM!" I yelled down the phone at my ex-husband as I paced the floor of mine and Tom's bedroom.

"I know, and I'm sorry! Something came up!" He exclaimed.

"Something always comes up, Dan! First your car mysteriously breaks down, then your bank cards mysteriously go missing, and now the woman that you left us for is ill, and so you're cancelling bonding with your son! At least you didn't try to make up some bullshit excuse this time, I'll give you that much." I spat.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N. I'm sorry for letting Oscar down, I'm sorry, but she needs me right now." He scoffed.

"Oscar needs you too. You know, your son." I snapped before looking to my side. Tom stood leaning against the doorway, my current husband sighing and shaking his head at my son's deadbeat dad as he listened to the phone call with his arms crossed over his chest. I rolled my eyes to him, making him return it and nod as I continued to pace the floor. The start of my adult life hadn't been great, considering the fact that at eighteen, I had gotten pregnant and had felt obligated to marry my high school sweetheart who had gotten me into that situation. We were happy together, sure, but that was a far cry from wanting to spend the rest of our lives with each other, and so mere months after I had given birth to our son, things had started to crumble. Within a year, Oscar's dad had run off with some work colleague and had filed for divorce, which I had happily signed and then thrown back at him. After all, facing the world with just Oscar was a hell of a lot better than facing it with his dad too. But then it turned out, we wouldn't have to face it alone after all. Because a year after the divorce, I had met the love of my life. Tom. We had hit it off immediately, partially because whilst I knew very well who he was, I hadn't swarmed him or bombarded him. In fact, he had been the one to strike up the conversation with me, and the rest was history. When we had first started dating, I had been terrified to tell Tom that a child would come with me too, but he was never anything short of amazing with Oscar, and within a year and a half of meeting, the two of us were happily married. Life had been incredible ever since, with Oscar and I living happily with my amazing husband, and Oscar's amazing stepdad. The only bumps in the road were when Oscar's dad pulled shit like this, with the issue today being that he'd cancelled taking Oscar to Disneyland last minute in order to look after his sniffling wife. And well, I was pissed.

"You know what, Dan? Forget it, it's fine. Oscar doesn't need you, because he has Tom, who is ten times the man you will ever be." I snapped.

"Hey, that man is not our son's father." He spat back.

"He may as well be. Bye, asshole." I scoffed before hanging up. I sighed and closed my eyes, Tom giving me a sympathetic smile as he pushed off from the wall and walked towards me.

"You okay, darling?" He asked tentatively as he curled his arms around my waist. I sighed and opened my eyes again to look at him.

"Yeah, just wondering how I was stupid enough to let that asshole impregnate me at eighteen." I chuckled tiredly, making Tom give me a small smile as he raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You weren't stupid, sweetheart, these things happen. And, it did lead to one of the best things in your life." He nodded.

"True. Speaking of which, I should tell him. God, he's going to be heartbroken." I groaned. Tom sighed and gave me another small smile as I walked past him, my husband following me as I walked through our apartment. I walked into the living room where Oscar was sitting watching TV, the six-year-old's eyes glued to the screen as he also fiddled with the Spider-Man action figure that was in his hands.

"Hey, my love." I spoke, making him look at me as I sat down next to him, and Tom sat on the coffee table in front of us.

"Mummy, when is daddy coming to pick me up?? I didn't even sleep last night, I was so excited!" He squealed as he jumped up so that he was on his knees. I swallowed thickly, my heart breaking in my chest as I looked at Tom. He returned the look, dread clearly setting in for both of us at the fact that I had to tell my very excited son that his dad wasn't coming after all.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, and daddy is too, but...he had to cancel your trip today." I stated quietly as I raised my hand and gently wiped one of his curls out of his eyes. His smile immediately dipped.

"What?" His small voice returned. I gulped harshly and looked at Tom, as if to silently ask for backup. My husband nodded and scooted forward slightly before taking Oscar's hand gently into his own.

"I'm sorry, mate, but your daddy's wife is a bit unwell today, so he has to look after her. He was really sorry, though, he really wishes that he could have taken you." Tom nodded. I bit my lip at his words. Tom knew how much of an absent asshole that my ex was, but of course Oscar didn't, and so I loved the fact that Tom still made sure that Oscar thought the best of his dad, even if Tom was so much better for him.

"So...I-I'm not going to Disneyland?" Oscar choked as tears started to leave his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I'm so sorry." I sighed as I gently pulled the crying boy onto my lap. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, his tears already wetting my t-shirt as I cradled my upset son in my lap. I bit my lip and looked at Tom, my own heart breaking at how hurt he was as Tom sighed. He leant forward and gently stroked Oscar's hair, both of us desperately trying to make the small child feel better, though I wasn't sure if that was possible right now. Or...was it? Suddenly, Tom's eyes widened.

"Hang on...I think that I have an idea." He stated. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him.

"What?" I scoffed. He smiled and winked at me before looking at Oscar and gently shaking his shoulder.

"Hey, bud, look at me for a second, that's it." Tom smiled kindly as Oscar raised his head to look at Tom.

"How about I take you out to a theme park instead? You, me, and mummy?" He suggested. My eyes widened, as did Oscar's as he gasped.

"Really?! We can do that?!" He exclaimed as he immediately started to perk up.

"Why not?! We'll go on all of the awesome rides, we'll eat junk food until we're sick, and we'll win all of the prizes at the games!" Tom declared with exaggerated hand gestures.

"YES, PLEASE, PLEASE! MUMMY, CAN WE?!" The boy squealed, making me laugh as he jumped up onto the sofa and looked down at me.

"If you can get ready in the next five minutes, yes, we can go." I teased with a chuckle. He squealed again before jumping down and racing into his bedroom, making me smirk and shake my head as I looked at Tom.

"That was so kind, Tommy, but you didn't have to do that." I chuckled as he gently took my hands into his.

"I know, but he is still my kid, and if I can stop him from hurting, I will. On this occasion, I could take at least some of the pain away." He shrugged.

"And that is just one reason why I love you." I smiled, making him return it as we both leant in and pressed our lips together.

Tom, Oscar and I walked through the theme park that Tom had brought us to, Oscar in between us as we both held one of his small hands in ours.

"Mummy, look at all of these rides! I don't even know what to start with!" The boy exclaimed.

"How about that one, bud? I used to go on them all of the time, they're so much fun!" Tom gasped in an exaggerated way as he pointed to the flying elephant ride.

"YES! Tom, will you go on with me? Please, please?" He asked as he turned around and started to tug on Tom's sleeve.

"You sure that you don't want to go on with mummy?" my husband checked.

"No, I want you!" He squealed. I chuckled and shook my head as Tom looked at me.

"Is that okay, love?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Trust me, that's fine, go, you two." I smiled as I took their loose items. Oscar grabbed Tom's hand and started to pull him towards the ride, both Tom and I chuckling at how excited our son was. I loved seeing Oscar treat Tom like his real father. He basically was at this point, given that he'd been in Oscar's life since he was two, but I was glad that Oscar had accepted my husband instead of being one of those kids who didn't like their parents finding someone new. I bit my lip and got my phone out as Tom and Oscar got buckled into one of the carriages. The ride whirred into life seconds after, making me chuckle as I raised my phone to start filming. Every time that they came around, I saw Tom point at me and wave, Oscar waving seconds later to tell me that Tom was clearly prompting him to wave for me and the camera. I smiled and shook my head, my heart filling with such joy at the sight of my two boys together. And that was a sight that I would never get tired of.

"What else do you want to do, love?" I asked Oscar as the three of us continued walking through the games and carnival bit of the theme park.

"That game looks cool!" He exclaimed as he pointed to the water gun game.

"Oh, brilliant choice, Oz! Do you remember when I went away again last year to do another project? That project was called 'Uncharted' and it involved fake guns, so I'll be able to help you with this one." Tom stated proudly, making me chuckle and shake my head as Tom paid the vendor before picking Oscar up. He stood my son on the edge of the barrier before wrapping his arms around him so that he wouldn't fall and so that his hands were cupped over Oscar's as my son held the water gun.

"Okay, so...you want to aim straight on and then just squeeze, like...that." Water squirted out of the gun, my eyes widening as it hit the target straight on.

"Well done, amazing shot!" I gasped.

"Mummy's right, Oz, that was amazing!" Tom praised, making my son giggle as Tom continued to help him shoot the targets.

Tom pulled the car into the driveway of our apartment building, the engine clicking off quietly as darkness filled the car. I puffed out and looked into the backseat, my heart swelling in happiness as Oscar sat asleep in his car seat with his hands gripping the stuffed giraffe that Tom had won him in the water game. I bit my lip and looked at my husband.

"What you did today was really something, Tommy. I don't think that you've ever been sweeter, and you've been so sweet throughout our relationship." I mumbled quietly so as not to wake our son. Tom chuckled and shrugged as he looked at Oscar before turning back to me.

"It was honestly my pleasure, sweetheart. I love Oscar like he's my own, and that'll never change. I know that his dad can be flaky as fuck, I know that he's let him down a lot, so I'll be damned if I fail to be there to pick up the pieces. I'll always be there for Oscar." He promised.

"You'll always be there for him because you're his dad. And I love you for that." I nodded before leaning forward and gently pressing our lips together. Tom returned it, our eyes fluttering shut and my hand moving to hold his face as his hand cupped my waist. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together.

"I love you too, darling." He whispered. I smiled and pecked his lips once more before pulling away and undoing my seatbelt.

"Come on, we better get Oscar to bed." I sighed, making Tom nod as we both got out of the car. I went to the front door and unlocked it as Tom opened the back door of the car and gently unclipped Oscar before picking him up, our son still asleep and his head in Tom's neck as my husband carried him into the apartment. Because that was what he was now. He was no longer my son, not just my Oscar anymore. Since the day that I had realised that I was in love with Tom, and that he felt the same, Oscar had been our son. He was our son, and I would cherish that fact for the rest of my life.