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"Peter? Peter!"
Damnit, you thought. How long does it take to shower?
Cradling the small baby boy in your arms, he began to cry. You frowned.
"Shhh," you said softly. "Hey, it's okay, baby. Daddy's going to be here soon."
At an attempt to help calm him down, you began to breastfeed him. You smiled down at your child's precious yet very tiny face.
Sitting on top of the bed, you hadn't heard the bathroom door open. You felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a shirtless Peter. He had tears brimming in his eyes.
"Pete?" you asked—concern washing over you. Why was he crying? "Are you alright, Spidey?"
Peter cracked a smile at the nickname. He was crying because of the sight before him. His wife—you, were holding your second child. You looked so damn beautiful in that moment. He took a strand of hair out of your face, to get a better view. "I'm okay, Y/N."
Miraculously, the baby had stopped crying. You laughed. "Yeah. Daddy's here. Can you say hi?"
The baby made a gurgling noise rather than a 'hello'. You laughed again.
Suddenly, you heard footsteps running towards your room. You looked to the side to see your four-year-old daughter out of breath. She had a paper in her hand.
"Mommy!" she frantically walked up to the two of you. "I made you something..." she paced back and forth, as if she were nervous.
Peter bent down to match her size. His eyes gleamed excitingly. Nerd.
"Did you now?" he asked.
She gave him the paper, and he gasped quietly. You walked over to him. It was a drawing of Spider-Man, holding hands with you.
If it were even possible, you felt your heart get considerably warmer. Handing the baby to Peter, you hugged her tightly. "It's beautiful," you whispered into her ear. "You're so talented, honey!"
Her brown eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry I forgot your birfday... that's my gift."
You giggled at the way she pronounced 'birthday'. "Don't worry. I love it. I'm going to keep it here next to me." You stood up, and placed the picture inside the cabinet beside your bed. Many other drawings were there as well.
Soon enough, your baby boy began to cry again. Peter slid the Spider-Man mask over his face. The baby laughed.
"Don't make him laugh too much, Pete," you shook your head. "Or he'll throw up everywhere."
"You're right. I... really don't want that."
Explaining the whole Spider-Man thing to your daughter was quite... interesting. When she found out, she jumped all over the place, shouting and smiling, claiming that her father was a superhero with cool powers.
Peter was still Spider-Man, just not as often as before. He was married now. He had a family now. He knew he would have to spend time with you, and take care of everyone in his home.
Once you put both children to sleep for a nap, you thought it would be an excellent idea to take advantage of the silence, and snooze for an hour or two. You sighed. Peter laid beside you.
"Hey, Y/N?"
You turned your head to face him. He was still the dorky, cute boy you fell in love with. "Yes?"
"I love you," he said.
Even after years of marriage, he always managed to make you feel flustered. It was like time had never passed.
You looked away from him, blushing furiously. "Peter!"
He cocked an eyebrow. "What?" he laughed.
"You can't just... catch me off-guard like that," you buried your face in the soft pillow.
Just before you thought things couldn't get worse, they did. He began tickling you to death. You tried your best to quiet down your laughs, but it was too much to handle.
"P-Pete!" you gasped again. "Stop! I'm gonna wake up the k-kids!"
He finally stopped. "So? I wanted to hear you laugh."
You rotated your body. Both of your noses were touching. "You're a complete dork."
He giggled. "I'm your Spider-Dork."
Leaning in closer to him, you put your lips against his. Now he was caught off-guard. Ha.
During the kiss, you felt him smile. "H-Hey! Y/N!"
You shrugged. "Payback. Also, I love you, too, Spidey-boy."
His cheeks were now tinted. "I haven't heard that one in a long time."
Looking out the window, you couldn't help but smile at the beautiful view. The streets of Queens.
"What are you looking at?" Peter asked you.
"Home," you said.
"I thought you said I was your home," he pouted.
You scoffed. "You are, nerd, and it feels amazing."
He smirked. "I feel amazing?"
Blushing again, you walked over to slap his arm—knowing it wouldn't hurt him. "Pete! Don't ruin the moment."
"Okay, okay," he hugged you sweetly from behind. "You smell so good," he whispered, and it sent shivers down your spine.
"What do I smell like?" you giggled.
"Mmm, I don't know," he admitted. "Like... home-y. You smell like home."
You cocked an eyebrow, brushing your fingers against his. "What does home even smell like?"
"Like you," he said. "It smells really good, though."
"Alright, Spider-Man, I'm going to take a nap now. I'm sleepy. Lay next to me."
He rested his head on your stomach, in order for you to play with his hair. That became a very natural thing for the two of you.
"I love your hair. It's so soft..." you muttered, thinking he wouldn't hear, but he did.
"You're softer."
You laughed lightly. "I am?"
"Mhm," he peppered small kisses all over your face and neck.
You tried pushing him away. "P-Pete! I wanna sleep!"
"I don't care," he said. "I wanna cuddle with you, Y/N."
"We are cuddling."
He put a finger on your lips. "Shhh."
You rolled your eyes. "You... are so weird, Peter, you know that?"
"I know. But... you still love me."
"I do," you said softly. "I really do."
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