Day 12 of Flufftober

Teaching your son to play catch

Established relationship - Married

Authors note -

Okay but like Tommy is such a boys dad hear me out PLEASEEEE!! He’d root for your son to win in sports and he’d be his biggest cheerleader other than you, he’d definitely turn into a big softie after becoming a dad

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Your son came into the world loud, just like his father. Tommy had held you tightly as you had given birth, in the back of his mind he had told himself he'd not ever run off on you and this baby no matter how hard it got. The two of you had gotten married a year earlier, you were a young couple when he accidentally got you pregnant. He had only been 26 years old when he became a dad, but he was so proud. You and Tommy were so happy together, the man had grown softer with age you had noticed. Although when you had gotten married you did notice he still gave your brother Chuck shit. That's what brother in laws are for right?

Tommy had picked up a job at an autobody shop fresh out of high school during his days in trade school, he had gone to trade school to pick up welding to hopefully open up his own repair shop. He had been a good boyfriend then, and now he was a good husband and father to your son. Often times he'd come home exhausted from work though sense he was the sole provider for the family, and you stayed home full time with you all's son. In the first year with your son Tommy would come home and shower to get all the dust and dirt off himself, so he could lay back on the couch with you and your son. He'd hold you and your son close and somedays you all would fall asleep like that.

Your son was growing older now however, he'd be starting kindergarten soon and he was as loud and brash as Tommy used to be, just kinder and softer like you, however. Tommy had been trying to spend more time with him on the weekends and you found this adorable. Often times the two would go outside and your son would demand Tommy push him on the swing set Tommy had built for one of your son's birthdays. Sometimes you'd find the two of them in your son's playroom playing cars or cops and robbers.

Today however as you stood in the kitchen with the window open while you baked, you peeked out every so often watching the boys play catch with a baseball. You knew Tommy would try to turn your son into what he had been, a sport prodigy. So of course, you knew Tommy would try teaching him as young as possible how to play catch with a baseball. As you kneaded pie dough the soft fall breeze wafted the smell of baking apples to the boys. Your son wandered over with his baseball mitt and peaked his little head through the window with Tommy's help; Tommy had picked him up of course.

"Mommy! Daddy says your making apple pie! Can we have some after its done? Pleaseeee!" Your son begged with those big, sweet hazel eyes he had gotten from his father. "Of course, but only after it cools sweetheart. Don't want to burn your mouth hm?" You replied back winking at him. "Mommy watch!" Your son got down from your husband's arms and made him pass to him. Your son caught the baseball in the mitt and beamed like a kid on Christmas. He was really turning into a mini version of his father you thought to yourself.