You had given Tom a son, that you named Frederick.

Your pregnancy was an accidental one, but that didn't matter for either or you. You got married soon after Freddie's birth.

You knew eachother for years. You grew up in the same neighbourhood, went to the same kindergarten, the same primary school and highschool. Then college, Tom's career, while you sticked to your own.

But you stayed together anyway, and Freddie was just like a nice addition to all of that.

Now Freddie was five years old and this was Tom's fifth Father's Day. You knew Freddie loved to make surprises, so you woke him up earlier and started making a surprise with Freddie. He sat down at the table and started doing card for Tom, while you made a nice breakfast.

And after firty minutes, or so, you both heard Tom's footsteps.