Requested by yareli798: Tom misses his and Y/N's baby's first birthday because of filming, and Y/N gets really upset that he missed it.

"Promise me, Tom, promise me." I scoffed, one hand holding my phone to my ear whilst my other arm cradled mine and Tom's sleeping baby girl.

"I promise, darling, I'll be there. I've got everything sorted, and my flight is tonight. I'll be there when you wake up." Tom, my husband of five years replied. I sighed and bit my lip, my gaze moving down to our daughter's beautiful face as I carried on gently bobbing her up and down to keep her asleep.

"Okay, Tommy. Okay. I trust you." I nodded as I bit my lip. My life had become complete when I had met the love of my life, Tom, ten years ago. We'd been introduced when his younger brother, Harry, had invited me to a party that they were holding at Tom's house. We had seen each other from across the room, and everything had stopped. It had truly been like all of those rom coms where time had frozen, everything had gone quiet and everything had disappeared so that it was just us, gazing at each other longingly from across the room. It had truly been love at first sight for both of us, and it had been fucking perfect. We'd been together ever since, with Tom getting down on one knee and proposing to me with the most perfect engagement ring that I'd ever seen after two years, us having tied the knot two years after that. Despite our lives seemingly being perfect, they got even better when I had fallen pregnant almost two years ago now with our first child, Amelia. We had both fallen in love with her the second that she'd been born, and tomorrow marked her first birthday. Which was where the problem came in. I loved Tom endlessly and I would always support his amazing career, but me having looked after Amelia mostly alone for the first year of her life had by far been the biggest challenge that Tom and I had faced as a couple. Over the last twelve months, we had had too many fights about him being away for one week too long, or him not coming back when he said that he would, or even him underestimating how stretched thin and tired I was from looking after our baby on my own. Both of us wanted nothing more than for Amelia and I to move out to America with him, at least for the rest of his filming schedule, but right now, it didn't feel possible. And, well...I was already feeling sick at the possibility of Tom once again not being able to make it home for Amelia's first birthday. Even if he was trying to convince me otherwise.

"Look, sweetheart, I have to go but I'll see you really soon, okay? Give Amelia a kiss goodnight for me." He spoke softly. I gulped and bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes as it hit me just how much I missed my husband and father of my child. Just like it often did at this time at night.

"I will, Tommy. I'll see you soon. I love you." I nodded to myself.

"I love you too, darling. Sleep well." He replied. I sighed before hanging up the call. I stuffed my phone into my pocket before looking down at Amelia, our perfect daughter still asleep soundly in my arms as I cradled her.

"Your daddy will be here tomorrow. He promised." I whispered to her, a tear rolling down my cheek as I gently carried her into her nursery to put her to bed. I just hoped that we would in fact wake up to see Tom back at home. That was what I was hoping, anyway.

Tom's P.O.V

"Promise me, Tom, promise me." Y/N scoffed, Tom's hand holding his phone to his ear as he talked to his wife and sat on the sofa in his trailer with Zendaya and Jacob.

"I promise, darling, I'll be there. I've got everything sorted, and my flight is tonight. I'll be there when you wake up." He replied, tears pricking his eyes and a lump forming in his throat as he lied through his teeth. Y/N sighed.

"Okay, Tommy. Okay. I trust you." She responded softly.

"Look, sweetheart, I have to go but I'll see you really soon, okay? Give Amelia a kiss goodnight for me." He spoke softly, it taking everything in the man not to break down crying over the phone.

"I will, Tommy. I'll see you soon. I love you." Y/N spoke.

"I love you too, darling. Sleep well." He replied. Y/N sighed before hanging up the call, making Tom choke and pull the phone away from his ear. He bit his lip, tears starting to leave his eyes as Zendaya and Jacob looked at him.

"You couldn't bring yourself to tell her, huh." Zendaya sighed, making Tom gulp and shake his head as he looked at his two best friends.

"How could I? How was I supposed to tell my wife and mother of my child, after I promised her that I'd be back for our daughter's first birthday, that I won't be coming back for tomorrow after all?" He choked and shook his head. Zendaya and Jacob sighed and looked at him, only making the man feel worse as he looked down at his lap. Y/N was truly the love of Tom's life, he would do absolutely anything for the woman who he had met through his brother ten years ago. Their life had been absolutely perfect, and had only been improved by the birth of their daughter, almost exactly a year ago to the day. But for now, that was where the fantasy ended. Because Tom had lied to Y/N about being able to get back for Amelia's first birthday. He wouldn't make it back. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up in this situation. It had started when he had literally begged Jon for the weekend off to fly back home to be with his wife and daughter, but it hadn't ended up happening. He hadn't been given the time off. And then the situation had been made ten times worse when he had called Y/N to tell her...and hadn't been able to say it. He had lied through his teeth and had promised that he'd make it, just like he'd promised on every call since that he'd be home. He knew that Y/N would be absolutely crushed tomorrow when she didn't wake up to him and find that he didn't come home, but he just hoped that what he had planned would be worth it. That Y/N would see it as worth it. All he could do right now was hope. Even if that killed him inside.

Y/N's P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open, my lips parting into a quiet yawn as I got pulled out of sleep. I opened my eyes fully, my heart leaping in excitement as I realised what day it was. It was Amelia's first birthday. Meaning that it was the day that Tom was finally home. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding in excitement as I looked around our bedroom.

"Tommy?" I called out as I scrambled out of bed and started to rush through our apartment. I looked around, my eyes darting around our space. My eyebrows furrowed, my smile dipping as I couldn't see him anywhere.

"Tommy? You home? Where are you?" I yelled again. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes and my heart starting to beat more in anxiety over excitement as the worst thoughts started to creep into my head. The thoughts that told me that he wasn't coming after all. I gulped harshly and grabbed my phone, my hands already shaking in anger as I scrolled along to his number and pressed on it before pressing the phone to my ear. After a few dial tones, Tom picked up.

"Hey, darling-."

"Where are you, Tom? You were meant to be here this morning, where are you?" I scoffed. He sighed over the phone.

"...I'm sorry, love. I'm so fucking sorry." He choked. I bit my lip harshly, my heart plummeting to my feet and tears starting to leave my eyes as the realisation that I had been right hit me like a ton of bricks.

"You were never coming. You were never going to come." I stated with a shake of my head.

"I'm really fucking sorry, darling. I tried, I really did, I practically begged Jon on my hands and knees to let me come home this weekend, but no matter how hard either of us tried, he couldn't shift anything around enough. I know that I should have told you, love, but every time that I tried, I just...couldn't." He sighed.

"Tom, we must have called hundreds of times since you first told me that you'd gotten the time off, you've had so many fucking chances to tell me, and on the morning of Amelia's birthday, when you FAIL to come home is when you choose to tell me?!" I exclaimed.

"I know, sweetheart, I know, I just couldn't bring myself to tell you, I knew that it would break you the second that I told you. I swear to god that I'll make this up to you, I'm so sorry-."

"Saying sorry won't make up for the fact that you're missing our daughter's, our first child's first birthday. Neither of us are ever going to get this back, Tom, this is all we get." I sobbed and shook my head.

"Do you think that I don't know that?! I know that I'm missing a memory with Amelia that I'm never getting back, I know that I've fucked this up, I know, okay? But I swear to god, I will make this up to you. I'll make this up to both of you." He choked. I returned it and bit my lip, my eyes squeezing shut and more tears streaming down my skin. I felt completely fucking numb, every inch of my body screaming in emotional pain at the fact that Tom really was missing Amelia's first birthday. What made it even worse was knowing that Tom was equally as fucking broken by this as I was.

"What will you do? To make up for this?" I asked quietly, all of the strength in my body to be louder having disappeared.

"You've got to trust me, darling. I know that you trusted me with this, and that I've let you down, but I swear on our marriage that I have something planned, something that you're going to love. You just have to wait a little longer. I promise." He replied equally as softly. I sighed and bit my lip. Given what had just happened, my brain was telling me not to trust Tom, that I couldn't trust him after this. But my heart was saying the exact opposite. My heart was saying that this was the man that I had fallen in love with. This was the man that I had given my life to, that I knew would always protect me, that had given me our beautiful daughter. This was the man that I knew that I could trust. And so, that was what I'd do.

"Okay, Tommy. Okay, I'm trusting you with this, I'm trusting you, but you cannot do this to Amelia again. You cannot do this to me." I shook my head.

"And I won't, sweetheart, I promise. I'm so sorry for this, but I'm going to make it okay." He reassured. I sighed and looked down.

"I know that you will, Tommy. I know." I nodded.

I stood in the airport terminal, Amelia cooing and gurgling in my arms as I held her on my hip. Today was finally the day that Tom was actually coming home for a month as a break from filming, and I couldn't wait. It had been a week since he had missed Amelia's birthday and so it had been a tough one for us, but I was holding onto the fact that his making up for it was coming home with him. And I couldn't wait to see what he would be doing. My heart jumped in anticipation of seeing Tom as the terminal doors opened and people started to flood out.

"Where's daddy, Amelia? Where's daddy?" I cooed as I bobbed her up and down. She squealed and reached out her fist, making my heart jump as he appeared in the flow of people.

"There he is! There's daddy!" I exclaimed quietly, Amelia laughing and squealing as Tom walked towards us. His eyes brightened as he saw us, the biggest smile that I'd ever seen spreading onto his face as he clocked us.

"My girls. Oh, my girls." He smiled and shook his head, making me laugh as he ran towards us. He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapping around me and Amelia as he got to us. I returned the hug and buried my face into his shoulder, my eyes squeezing shut and tears leaving them at the fact that I was finally back in his arms. After what always felt like a lifetime, I was back with the love of my life. And as always, it was perfect.

"I missed you so much, darling. I missed you so, so much." He choked as he pulled away and leant down to kiss me. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my spare hand raising to hold his face as we kissed. He broke it and gave me another smile, making me return it and bite my lip as he looked at Amelia.

"Oh, my princess, hello, darling!" He gasped playfully, making her giggle and squeal as he took her and held her up above his head before bringing her down to kiss her cheek and properly hold her.

"I can't tell you how much I've missed you two. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for last week." He sighed as he curled his spare arm around my waist. I returned it and looked up at him.

"I know that you are. And I know that you're going to make it up to us with whatever you have planned. Speaking of which, what do you have planned?" I chuckled. His lips curled into a smile.

"What I have planned is that I'm not here to stay. And neither are you." He stated. My eyebrows furrowed, confusion filling my mind at his words.

"What? What are you talking about?" I chuckled again, though somewhat nervously this time. He bit his lip at me before opening his mouth to speak.

"We've been talking about you and Amelia coming over to America for the remainder of me filming so that we could be together, be a family together. And, well, it's happening today. I had your mum pack you each a bag and send them to me, and we'll sort the rest of it later. You two are getting back on the plane with me." He admitted. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open at his words.

"What?! We're going back to America with you?!" I exclaimed.

"Yes. You are." He nodded. I squealed and hugged him tightly, making him laugh and return the hug as we tightly held onto each other.

"This is definitely an amazing way to make up for Amelia's birthday! We're going back with you, this is incredible, oh my god!" I laughed.

"I'm so glad that you agree, darling, this is going to be amazing for all of us! If you're ready, we turn around now and go to get back on that plane. If you're ready." he nodded.

"The only thing that I've been more ready for in my life is marrying you. Let's go to America." I smiled. He returned it and kissed me, another squeal leaving my lips as he took my hand and walked me back to the gate, Amelia still in his spare arm as we walked. As he walked us towards our life that was about to begin in America. And I couldn't fucking wait.