Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Part 2 - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress
Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic
-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry
-Warnings: kidnapping, language, typos (sorry if I missed any, been a while since I've posted
Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress
Seeing him took her back, back to that night where she was beaten and tortured, begging to be rescued. The night where she lost the closest person to her.
The one where she cried so much, she couldn’t talk for the next few days after. Maybe she could or maybe she chose not to.
Talking entailed talking about him, her brother Parker who was supposedly dead. Reliving the memories that gave her so much joy. Trying to remember the smile that once struck his face. All that was too hard. So no talking it was.
But now, all she wanted to do was talk and scream and throw a fit as he stood 3 feet in front of her.
The brother she thought she had bid farewell to 3 years ago stood in front of her. Rosie observed the creases that adorned his face, marking his age. He was different. Parker appeared sadder and more lost unlike the last time she saw him. No longer her lively and happy brother.
Just from the looks of his face, she could read the burden he had faced. His eyes drooped, revealing tired bags under them. And his smile seemed to have disappeared. Lost but hopefully not forgotten.
For Rosie seeing him for the first time, since that fateful night, memories came flooding back of the children they were together.
Only glimpses, but that’s all there was. Life was always so sheltered for the both of them. Explanations wouldn’t be give as to why Tom would come home bloodied and beaten. But now Rosie was living that life.
Someday, going to have to explain to her kids the life their mommy led. She was envious of Parker in that way. He managed to escape, but in one fell swoop losing everything he loved most.
Memories tried to make their way into Rosie’s mind but she just sat there, resolute and bound to a chair waiting for a worthwhile excuse that would never come. Parker would never understand the pain and suffering, everyone went though grieving him.
Parker honestly had no clue how to talk to Rosie. After all the years, he didn’t know if they could ever be the same kids they were. “What, no hugs for your long lost brother?” Parker quipped, stepping into the light. Highlighting all his features.
“You tied me up, dumbass,” Rosie remarked. Markings from the rope imprinting on her skin. “And what for? Thought I’d run if I knew it was you?”
“I don’t know. The last thing you remember is me being dead,” Parker reminded her. “It kind of screws with peoples’ mind when the see an alive person who is meant to be dead.”
“You’re not a zombie, P. There was no point in kidnapping me,” Rosie rolled her eyes so far they almost got stuck behind her head.
“I missed you. Is that enough? It is our birthday, for god sakes!” Parker exclaimed.
“Before I admit that I missed you too, how are you alive? Parker, we all buried you and cried over you. This entire time you’ve been alive!?!” Rosie demanded, begging for answers.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I left to keep you all safe. Carter threatened me.” Parker’s head hung low, the guilt consuming him.
“Carter? He’s alive?” Rosie asked, fearful of his answer.
“No. He’s dead, I made sure of it.”
“If you knew he was dead, why did you leave?” Rosie pleaded, pushing back the tears that pricked at her eyes.
“He mentioned other mobsters willing to come out of the wood work who had intimate knowledge of a pretty penny for my head.” Parker’s voice grew low, trailing off.
“Why didn’t you just come to dad? He would’ve known what to do,” Rosie begged.
“I risked everyone’s lives once, I wasn’t going to make that a regular thing.”
“As sweet and endearing as making us think you perished in the flames, I can and have been taking care of myself.” Rosie had grown up a lot since he last saw her. No longer his timid but sweet sister, now she was a force to be reckoned with.
Grown men were said to cower at her name. Rosie had made a name for herself.
“I know, Ms. Big Shot mobster. As a matter of fact you stole my job,” Parker joked.
“Well sorry not sorry, you faked your death. What was I supposed to do, give up the crown for your burned body.”
“Yeah, yeah. Water under the bridge.”
“I think we are just about to cross that bridge now. Now, tell me what you have been doing these past 3 years.” Rosie quickly changed the subject.
“What the fuck do you mean Rosie is missing? She was kidnapped?” Tom thundered, as you tried to calm him down. Rubbing soft circles on his back.
“I don’t know, possibly. All I know is that I left her at the cemetery and she told me Jared was picking her up,” Linus contributed.
“Linus you don’t know shit. I don’t understand why you left her alone in the first place. Jared, when did you speak to Rosie?” Henry inquired.
“I never did, I only received a text from her saying you were taking her out to a special birthday dinner and you would be picking her up.” Jared informed the group.
“Can someone just figure out where my daughter is?” You pleaded.
“Yes of course Mrs. Holland, I will send out soldiers right now to look for her.”
“Thank you Jared.” You praised him as you stole glimpses of your rather distraught husband. “Tom?” You spoke, breaking his intense glare at the floorboards.
“Yes, love,” Tom’s words were almost a reflex. No thought went into them in situations like this, ones that were all too familiar.
“Thinking that. I know what you are thinking and it’s not going to happen,” you tried to assure your husband but, you were just as scared as he was.
“Y/N it’s too familiar to not think of that.” Tom whispers watching you try to hold back tears. He couldn’t help himself. That night was branded into his memory.
He already lost his son, he wasn’t about to loose his daughter as well. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, eventually it would grow easier as it did with losing Parker. But Tom knew it would devastate you, to bury your only living child.
“So I loved your life story, but do you want to untie me? I know there are some people at a party thrown for yours truly that would love to see you P,” Rosie pleaded. He had already been gone for too long.
“Rosie, as much as I would love that. I can’t risk your life or mom’s or dad’s,” Parker reminded her.
“Nothing has happened to us, we are safe and you could be too.”
“You were kidnapped today!”
“By you. Parker! I promise you nothing will happen,” Rosie exclaimed.
“What if they don’t want to see me? I mean I did fake my death and left the rest of you to grieve.”
“Trust me, they want to see you. Now come on, how much longer do I have to pretend that I am actually tied up.”
“You got out? How?” Parker asked dumbfounded.
“I have my ways. A mobster never reveals her secrets.” Rosie quipped, winking as she revealed her unrestrained wrists.
“I promise you Tom, we will get her back,” Linus chirped in trying to be on good graces with you and Tom. Tom just nodded in response.
“Linus, we’ve been here before. The last time... we lost Parker. We can’t let that happen again. We need to act now. She could be dead by now,” Henry exclaimed.
“Henry, calm down. Let’s wait until we receive demands for her return. She came home last time, this time won’t be any different.” Linus tried to look on the bright side.
“You aren’t doing anything!! If 3 years ago was handled any differently Parker would still be here.”
“Henry, do I have to remind you that Rosie is the boss of a very powerful mob, she will be fine.”
“That is the love of my life, I’m not going to sit here and wait.” Henry said, quickly grabbing his keys and straight line for the door.
“Woah stop, Rosie would never forgive me if I let you go and you ended up hurt.” Linus called out, blocking the only exit.
“Get out of my fucking way, I’m a grown ass man who can save his girlfriend without help from her dumb consigliere.”
“Why don’t you sit your ass back down and let the real men handle it, mob wife,”Linus jeered.
“What the fuck did you call me?”
“A mob wife. That’s what you are. You have no idea what Rosie does, you don’t even bother. It’s clear who wears the pants in your relationship because if you were half the man I am you wouldn’t be staying at home while Rosie takes care of business. I will never understand why she is with you. You can’t offer her anything in this life.”
“First of all fuck you. Second, I bet you don’t even know she has felt someone following her everywhere she goes lately. When are you going to stop playing fast and loose with lives. When you a burying another body? It could be someone you love next time. I won’t just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. I’m going to find her with or without you.”
“I didn’t know that. Geez that girl needs to tell me things. Let’s go—“
“What’s with all the screaming?” Rosie chimes in walking through the double doors of her office, which was formerly Tom’s.
Henry immediately dives into her arms. She is his home. Where ever she is, is where he feels the safest. Her takes in her familiar and calming scent, remembering all the reasons why he loves her.
“Henry, I’m okay. Baby, I’m okay. Not even scratch on me. See?” Rosie whispers as Henry finally breaks away. “Everyone, I want you to meet someone.... It’s okay, come in.” Rosie waves in the mystery man with the flick of her wrist.
Everyone gasps as Parker walks through the door.
“Parker... I.. uh... you died”
“We thought you were dead. We buried someone. We cried until we couldn’t anymore”
“They blew up the warehouse. How could anyone survive that?”
“You’ve been hiding from us? For 3 years?”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt any of you. Mom? Can you please say something?”
“Umm, you left us. Why? I’m too hurt words don’t mean much. I don’t know what to say.”
“Tomorrow, I need to think about all of this. Rosie glad you are okay. Happy birthday to both of you. I’m sorry everyone but I’m going to turn in. Tom, you coming?” You asked politely, as to not offend anymore.
“Yes of course, darling. Happy birthday sweetheart,” Tom said, pressing his lips to Rosie’s forehead. “It’s good to have you back Parker, she’ll come around. Happy birthday to you too son.”
“Well, I think that is enough surprises for one night.” Henry said, turning to the door.
“Oh no party, thank god,” Rosie murmured sarcastically.
“At least pretend that you liked it. Are you coming bed?”
“That I can do, love. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“So, is it as bad as you thought?”
“Worse, mom couldn’t even look at me.”
“Give her some time, she took everything the hardest. I was a close second, I was your twin after all. But mom, left everything behind, the house, her friends and even me. She wouldn’t let herself be reminded of you everywhere she looked. This is her first time back in the house since she left a year and a half ago. She only cakes because of my, I mean our birthday. Wow that’s going to be weird, I’m now a sibling again,” Rosie pestered
“Hey you were always a sibling,” Parker exclaimed hurt by her words.
“Well you pretended to be dead for 3 years, so I think I’m off the hook.”
“When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face?”
“I don’t know maybe like 10 years, 3 for years you were gone and the rest for the misconstrued grief.”
“I’m sorry, but do you think mom will ever forgive me. I didn’t know she took it so hard.”
“Yeah we all did. She will come around eventually Park. Are you going to go to bed? Your room is still your room, none of us bothered to touch it.”
“Sure sis, thanks. Happy 20th birthday.”
“Thank you, you too. Night P.”
“Hey, I thought you would be asleep by now? What’s keeping you up?” Rosie asked, seeing Henry consumed in his books with all the lights lite in their bedroom.
“Well I realized I never gave you your present,” Henry grinned, pulling a small box from behind his back. One too big to hold a diamond.
“Ooo, gimmie gimmie.” Rosie cheered all eager. The girl was not one to turn down gifts. “Henry it’s beautiful.” There sat at white gold locket with a stenciled pattern adorning the top.
“Anything for you love. Alright I think it’s time we turn out the lights,”
“Wait, I have something for you,” Rosie said trying to suppress her smile.
“What? It’s your birthday, you are supposed to be getting presents, not giving them.”
“Hush you, it’s something small. But holds a lot of value. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“Alright,” Henry replies skeptical of her antics.
Rosie quickly rummaged through her purse, looking for his gift. She sat down and placed the item in his hands.
“Okay, you can open now.” Rosie said, trying to keep her smile at bay.
Henry stared down at his hands as the largest grin crept on his face. Staring back at him was the pregnancy test, Rosie had taken earlier. It read, pregnant, confirming the diagnosis with two pink lines.
“Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” Henry asked, unable to keep his smile under control.
“Yes, baby. I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”
“Oh my god we are going to have a baby. I’m so happy, I’m not even thinking about the fact that you peed on this. Come here, love.” Henry grinned, pulling Rosie into his lap.
Rosie, in the same moment, had everything she ever wanted, a purpose with Henry, and was a hair away from screwing everything up. With their lives it wasn’t enough to just love each other. Especially not the love with little to no passion. A common goal was necessary.
Rosie sure did love Henry, but love fades. They weren’t the same kids, experiencing the thrill of a first love.
Then, everything was new and exciting. Just the idea of Henry’s lips places they shouldn’t be, made Rosie’s heart pump. She was completely and utterly consumed in him and he the same.
But now, life grew messy and complicated. The little things she once adored about him, only offered grimaces toppled with annoyance.
They have lost each other and their baby was just the needed answer.
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