Requested by emmidkandidc: Tom is a mob boss and he and Y/N have a son. One day, when Tom picks their son up from school, he sees that he's gotten hurt, so they go home, and Tom cleans him up. Later when they're going to bed, Y/N asks Tom about it and Tom reverts back to being tough in an attempt to hide his soft side.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom stood in the playground of the primary school as he waited for the doors to open, his bodyguards stood by the car outside of the school gates as Tom waited for Alfie to come out. As if on cue, the doors opened, the sound of children screaming and squealing starting to be heard as the kids flooded out. Tom's lips curled into a smile, his son being the only person, apart from his wife, that he dropped his tough act for. Tom's eyes widened, his smile dropping as suddenly, Alfie fell over.

"Oh, fuck." He mumbled as he rushed towards him, the little boy starting to cry and wail as he lay on the concrete playground.

"It's alright, Alfie, daddy's here, you're okay, you're okay." Tom cooed as he got to the boy and gently stood him up before crouching down beside him so that he could look down at his knee.

"Oh, dear." Tom sighed, Alfie sniffing and crying as blood started to trickle from the cut that now sat on his leg.

"It hurts, daddy." Alfie cried.

"I know, bud, but it's okay because we're going to go home and get you cleaned up. Come on, mate." He reassured as he picked his son up. Alfie wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and rested his head on his shoulder, his curls tickling Tom's skin as he carried the boy to the car.

"Everything alright, boss?" One of the bodyguards asked as Tom opened the door and gently started to buckle Alfie into his car seat.

"Yeah, he just tripped. No one to blame, meaning no one to take out." He nodded, the guard returning it as Tom got into the car.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat in the living room of mine and Tom's mansion, reading my book, and just relaxing as I waited for Tom to get back from picking Alfie up from school. As if on cue, I heard the door open, but instead of Alfie running to me like he normally did, all I heard was Tom rushing up the stairs.

"Tom? Alfie?" I called out, my eyebrows furrowing as I didn't get a response. I put my book down and stood up, my mind starting to worry about why my son and husband hadn't come to see me like they normally did. I headed up the stairs, the floorboards silent underneath my feet as I walked up.

"Here we go, bud, you're alright." I heard Tom's voice softly speak. As I got to the landing, I saw the bathroom light on, making my eyebrows furrow as I walked towards it. I peeped my head in, though I didn't make myself known as I saw what was happening. Alfie was sitting on the counter next to the sink, the five-year-old boy teary-eyed as he watched Tom move around the bathroom. He had a small cut on his knee that was bleeding, though I was guessing that that was what my husband was dealing with as he came back into my view. I took a step back so that I wouldn't be seen but I could still see them. After all, my husband's soft side coming out was a rarity, and so I didn't want to ruin the moment that they were surely about to have.

"Am I going to be okay, daddy?" Alfie sniffed as he tiredly rubbed his eye.

"You're going to be absolutely fine, bud. Daddy is going to clean you up really well, and then he's going to get you one of those minion plasters that you like." Tom smiled at our son as he gently took his leg and started to wipe the blood off of it with an antiseptic wipe. I couldn't help but smile and let my heart fill with love at his words as I continued to watch them. When I had met Tom ten years ago, I knew what I was signing up for. He was known as the most brutal mob boss in all of London, my husband being infamous for his stone-cold and tough attitude to everyone, even me at times. Of course he was loving and gentle, but even in my presence, my husband rarely showed much softness. But that had changed when I had become pregnant with our son, Alfie, six years ago. Tom had wanted to uphold his tough reputation, and so whilst I knew that he was over the moon about my pregnancy, the only times that he'd talked to my bump, gently stroked it and kissed it would be when we were in bed, and he thought that I was asleep. He only let his tough exterior drop in complete privacy, even me only getting glimpses of his soft side once Alfie was born. Of course I didn't mind, I knew that my husband was a very stone-faced man and I loved him because that was who he was, but I also loved when I caught him in moments like this, being all soft and loving towards our son. I knew that he'd deny it later, but since I was watching it right now, it would live rent-free in my head for the rest of my days, and that was what mattered.

"Oh no, Alfie...now that the blood is gone, I can see the scratch, and it's a big one. I may have to cut your leg off." Tom teased with a shake of his head, making me smile as Alfie laughed.

"Daddy, no! It's tiny, look!" The little boy squealed as he dramatically pointed to what was in fact a very small scrape.

"I don't know, love, it's really big, and if it's still hurting loads, may as well just lob it off." He shrugged with a smile as he playfully karate-chopped Alfie's knee.

"You're being silly, daddy! It doesn't even hurt anymore, I swear!" Alfie continued to laugh.

"Hmm, okay, then. I guess that a plaster will have to do." Tom sighed and shook his head teasingly as he opened the minions' plaster and gently put it against the cut.

"See? You were right, just like that, all better." My husband smiled, making me bite my lip and my heart swell in happiness as I started to move away from the door so that it wouldn't be obvious that I was watching when they came out.

"Thank you, daddy." I heard Alfie say.

"It's alright, bud. Go and find mummy, she'll want to know how your day was." Tom replied, making me smile and bite my lip as I was down the stairs by now.

"Mummy!" I turned around as I heard Alfie's voice.

"There you are! I wondered where you and daddy had gone!" I exclaimed, making Tom chuckle as Alfie ran down the stairs to me.

"Look, mummy, I got a minions plaster." He giggled as he reached me, and I picked him up.

"Oh, no, are you okay, honey?" I asked, though more directing the question up to Tom as I looked up at him in fake ignorance.

"He's fine." Tom nodded. I returned it and bit my lip as I looked at Alfie.

"Come on, love, I want to hear all about your day." I smiled as I carried him into the living room, and Tom followed us in.

I sat up in bed, my eyes on my phone as I waited for Tom to also come to bed. My husband walked in, as usual only giving me a slight smile before he went to the Chest of Drawers to take his cufflinks out. I bit my lip and looked at his back as he shrugged his dress jacket off, my mind desperate to bring up what I'd seen today. I knew that Tom would deny it and would probably revert back to being tough for the sake of covering up his soft side, but I wanted him to know that I knew.

"Tommy, I have something to tell you." I stated. He looked over his shoulder at me before turning his attention back to the cufflinks.

"Go ahead, love." He mumbled. I bit my lip again.

"I overheard how you were talking to Alfie in the bathroom today." I admitted. He froze, making me try not to smile at his reaction.

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling." He muttered, making me try not to smile even harder as he reacted exactly how I knew that he would.

"I think that you do, Tommy. The joking about chopping off his leg, the messing about, how caring you were with him-."

"Can we just not talk about this? He fell and cut his leg, so I cleaned him up. I did what any dad would do, it's not a big deal." He scoffed and shrugged, my husband finally turning to face me as he continued to get undressed into just a pair of pyjama bottoms for bed.

"Tommy, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I know that you like to keep up the tough act, I know that sometimes it's essential for the mob. But he's your small son, you're allowed to be seen to be soft with him." I chuckled and shook my head, making him roll his eyes as he climbed into bed next to me.

"Let's just go to bed, yeah? I cut people's throats daily, I could handle my son cutting his knee." He continued to downplay what I'd seen as he turned his bedside light off.

"Alright. If you insist." I chuckled and shrugged as I turned onto my side so that my back was facing Tom. His arm curled around my waist as I turned my bedside lamp off too, bathing the room in darkness as we rested our heads against the pillows and Tom sighed out as he pulled my back into his chest.

"For what it's worth, I'd never be anything but soft with Alfie. That kid is way too cute for me to be tough on him." He mumbled into my ear before nuzzling his face into my hair. I smiled and bit my lip, my hand gently resting against his as I snuggled back into his chest. My husband was the toughest, most stone-cold man that I knew, and that was fine. Only Alfie and I saw his soft side, the side that dealt with my son with such a gentle touch when he'd hurt himself. I could live with Tom being as ruthless as he was, and I could live with it because I knew that deep down, my husband and father of my child was just as soft as everyone else. And that was what ultimately mattered to me.