And when I walk in all that I wanna hear Is you say Daddy's home, home for me And I know you've been waiting for this loving all day You know your daddy's home (daddy's home), and it's time to play (so it's time to play) So you ain't got to give my loving away - Daddys Home - Usher

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Tom Ryder was the biggest celebrity on the planet, handsome, charismatic, talented, he was basically the perfect man...well, minus the fact that he was a complete idiot, he had the looks but definitely not the smarts but in a way thats what made him even more charming, he was the dictionary definition of a himbo.

About 10 months back, you had got the chance to interview Tom for a new movie he had coming out. You had been nervous out of your mind. I mean, you were some humble reporter, and he was well Tom Ryder. Despite your nerves you easily began to relax around him, it helped that he was an idiot, it made him a lot easier to talk to and the interview went well...so well infact that after it Tom had come up to you asking for your number, you couldnt believe it that THE Tom Ryder was asking for your number.

You hadn't expected much to come out of it despite your happiness that he had asked you for your number after all Tom was quite the player but he did actually take you out on a few dates, for once he felt like he actually wanted to stay with someone. And so that's exactly what he did, and the two of you finally got together.

He had begged you to move into his house with him, he was really clingy constantly saying things like.

"I'm so bored without you babe, it'd be so much easier if we just lived togetherrrr." And "pretty, pretty please will you just move in, I'll do anything!"

And eventually, you gave in, especially after his whole puppy dog eyes act.

Tom had been doing a lot of work lately on the metalstorm being directed by one of his friends Jody, it was her first movie she was directing so he felt like he had to be there so he was out a lot more than usual.

You were sitting in Tom's lounge, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard the front door open, Tom's voice coming shortly after.

"Babe!"

he called through the hallway, feeling off his shoes and tossing his keys to the side before stepping into the lounge, a smile on his lips. He was dawning his black metalstorm jacket, something that had been given to everyone working on the movie. A pair of black pants and a white shirt beneath. He eyed you down for a moment, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke again.

"Daddy's Home."