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Baby Daddy Stark (Part 5)

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Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2427

A/N: Finally, Part 5! This one was cute and fun to write and hopefully just as enjoyable to read. I just kinda started typing and couldn't stop until I was done, so... Yay! Anyway, hope you all enjoy, expect to see another chapter of Three Floors Up, soon (hopefully)! Love you all!!!💖💛💖💛

Warnings: Just some cute family time, and Travis makes a new friend 😊

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You wake up the next morning at 6:30 am and treated it as you would any other tournament morning. Travis had to be at the field by 8:30, so you had to wake up and make sure he had everything. You yawn and stretch, taking a moment to grumble at how early it was before finally rolling out of bad and heading to the bathroom, where your brush your teeth and wash your face. You groggily make your way to your sons room to wake him up, finally beginning to fully awaken yourself.

“Get up, Slugger. We’re leaving at 7:45.” You glance at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand by Trav’s bed. 6:50. Seems reasonable with what he has to do.

“Mama, please, 5 more minutes. I promise I’ll get up this time.” He refers to his last tournament weekend when you gave him “5 more minutes” that ended up only giving him 10 minutes to get dressed, get his hair up, check his bat bag and eat. He ended up with the wrong color socks and having to use one of his teammate’s gloves.

“Nope, not this time. I don’t think Jonathan will be able to lend you his glove this time.” You take your son’s long, somewhat lenky legs and gently pull them so they’re hanging of the bed. He just grumbles in response as he sits up and rubs his eyes. “There you go. Breakfast will be ready by the time you get dressed, and you’ll actually be able to eat at home instead of trying to scarf down a McDonald’s McGriddle in the car 5 minutes before getting the field.” You ruffle his disheveled loose curls then exit the room to finish getting yourself ready.

You head back to the bathroom and take a quick 5-minutes shower, being sure to cover your hair with some form of shower cap, which you already took upon yourself to perform the more tedious tasks with your hair last night and tightly wrapped before heading to bed. You get dressed in a flowy white t-shirt and some skinny jeans, then picking out your puff and putting on your Curl Cap, the most that you had energy and time to do with your hair. You put on some powder foundation, mascara, and subtly light pink lipgloss for your make-up then start toward the kitchen, stopping when you hear your son calling for you from his bathroom.

“Mama, I need your help with my hair!” You enter his bathroom and stand behind him in the mirror, gently pushing his hair back. “Can you pull my hair back this time? I did it last time and it kept falling in my face whenever I threw.”

You sigh and grab the brush that sat on the counter. “What would you do without me? Hmmm…” You somewhat aggressively brush his hair back, grabbing it as you brushed more and more locks back.

“I don't know.” Travis responds, equally sarcastic. You put down the brush and pick up the elastic headband that he has to use to hold his hair back, tightly wounding it around his hair. With as much hair as he had, a normal sized hair tie wouldn’t have cut it.

“I know. Now, finish getting ready. Make sure everything is in your bag, and please wear the long sleeve under your jersey. It's gonna be pretty cold until your last game. I'm gonna go heat up the breakfast sandwiches." You lightly fluffy his curls then exit the bathroom, rolling your eyes at the groan he emits once you leave.

Once you reach the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for you two, you get a text from Tony:

Do you need me to bring anything?

You take a deep breath and type your response:

No, I think I've got everything. Thanks for checking.

With no obvious way of Tony feeling the hostel tone from your words, you still felt sort of bad for snapping at him, but not bad enough to change your words. You just set your phone down and finish making breakfast.

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"You get to the field, I'm going to go park." You instruct your son as you pull up to the front gates to the park. He quickly climbs out, gabbing his bat bag and hurries out to the field, you then pull away, driving to the first open spot you see. You pull in and turn off the car, but stay in it, adjusting your hat and taking a deep breath. As you sit and think you realize that you haven't notified Naomi about the situation, so you take a moment to text her.

Hey. Forgot to tell you but Tony is coming to Trav's tournament today.🤷🏿‍♀️

You tuck your phone back into your purse and climb out your car, grabbing your mesh folding chair and small cooler, then head over to the field.

Once you get situated behind the back stop next to the bleachers, you pull your phone out to see that you received 2 messages: one from Naomi and one from Tony.

Naomi: Uhhh… CAN WE NOT FORGET THIS STUFF FROM NOW ON PLEASE? I need details!

You answer her first:

I know a LOT has been going on recently. We'll meet up soon, I promise 😁

You go on to read Tony's message:

Hey we're here. Which field?

Your heart and mind begins to race as you read the text. Okay, he's here. Calm down, Y/N. Wait, we? You shoot him a quick text back.

Field 3.

Should you have asked who "we" was? Maybe, but it wouldn't have made a difference so you let it go for now. You fiddle with your phone and watch your son warm-up fielding, practicing your deep breathing and checking toward the entrance every 30 seconds. About 5 minutes later you see Tony and a teenager, no more than 16 years old, walking toward the field. Tony was dressed in sunglasses, a black leather jacket with a grey t-shirt underneath, jeans, and somewhat expensive looking sneakers, subtle enough for no one to really realize who he is. You take one last deep breath then get up to meet him halfway.

"Hey." You greet, wrapping your cardigan that you brought with you tighter around your body.

"Hey." Tony responds, giving you a dazed and, from your point of view, slightly arrogant grin. You two take a moment to just, sort of, stare at each other. Letting your eyes roam over each other's appearance, until you manually break your trance, coughing to break Tony's focus. "Oh, uh, this is Peter. Peter, Y/F/N Y/L/N." Tony introduces the kid, who reaches his hand out to shake your's.

"It's nice to meet you Miss Y/L/N." Peter, gives you a sweet but nervous smile as he firmly shakes your hand.

"Nice to meet you too Peter." You respond as he lets go of your hand, crossing your arms once again, slightly shivering at the cool gust of wind. "Well, I'm over here." You begin to lead them to where you were seated. "I'm sorry, could only find one seat, but I sat close to the bleachers and saved a spot." You remove the cooler and place it on the ground, watching Peter and Tony climb on.

"This is fine ." Tony reassures you, giving a small wave toward the field. You look to see your son frantically waving, letting a small grin grow on your face. "Is the game starting soon?" Tony asks, still focusing on Travis.

"Should be in the next couple of minutes." You look back toward your son for a moment then switch your gaze to Peter, who was looking at the field behind yours, who's game has already started. "So, Peter… you're in high school?" You ask, startling him.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm- I'm a junior." He begins to fiddle with his hands for a moment then tucks them into the pockets of his blue zip-up.

"Oh, okay. So you're getting college ready, or…" You trail off as you watch the coin toss at home plate.

"Um, yeah. Actually, I'm-uh- currently doing an internship with Mr. Stark that comes with a college grant. He lets me tag along sometimes when he comes upstate, so that's why I'm… I'm here." Peter finishes his answer with a confused face that makes you chuckle a bit.

"Well that's good. And I'm glad you're here." You give him a reassuring smile, then turn back to the field, watching as your son's team heads out to the field.

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You had no idea what you expected when you invited Tony to watch Travis play, but you sure didn't expect the enthusiasm that you were met with. He ended up acting as any dad would watching their child play, cheering on the entire team, heckling the umpire after a bad call, every once in a while giving Travis some pointers or reiterating what you just said. He almost got thrown out for the amount of heckling he did, but it didn't keep the ump from calling a fair game playwise, which lead to Trav's team to their first win today.

As you pack up your chair to move to the next field, Travis come running up to Tony, stopping in his tracks when he gets in front of him, but going in for a hug when Tony holds out his arms.

"You did great out there, kid." He dodges Travis bat that was protruding from his bag, but stays in the hug, patting his back, then pulling away. He adjusts Trav's hat and gives him a proud smile.

"You're really good." Peter cuts in, to which Travis turns to look at him, silently asking who he was. "I'm Peter, by the way."

"Travis. But you can call me Trav." Your son responds, grinning, then moves over to you.

"Hey, baby. You did good. Next game remember to keep your wrists strong when you make contact with the ball. And watch the ball all the way into your glove when your fielding, don't want it hitting this cute face of yours." You pinch his cheek with your free hand and kiss his forehead, movie ng his hat little, earning a groaned "Mama" from him as he readjusts it. "Alright, go to the next field we'll be right there, and as a little incentive for you to play extra hard your last game, we're gonna go get pizza after your last game." Your words were sing-songy as you wiggled your eyebrows, laughing as he celebrates then rushes over to the field. You finish packing your chair, not noticing Peter's excited reaction to getting pizza. Tony turns and squints at Peter, then grins making Peter a little more excited. "Hey, Tony could you grab the cooler?" You ask, slinging the chair's bag strap over one shoulder and placing your purse strap on the other, then make your way to the next field.

"I like her. She's nice." Peter compliments, watching you walk away.

"She's something, I'll tell you that." Sarcasm drips from Tony's mouth as he picks up the cooler, following behind you.

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"He sure has a lot of energy considering he just played 3 games." Tony points out, watching as Travis and Peter bounce from game to game, the bundle of tickets in their arms growing.

"I'm surprised Peter is keeping up with him." You giggle, watching the games light up their smiling faces.

"Trust me, the more you get to know him, the less surprised you'll be." Tony shakes his head and takes a sip of his Coke. "So… Travis plays with 12 year olds, huh?"

"Yeah. He's on a 12u team so his team is primarily 12 and 11 year olds, same with the teams he plays. Besides he's the size of a 12 year old, though. Gosh he so tall. But I'm extremely proud of him every time he steps out on the field... I'm always proud of him" You gush, swirling your straw then taking a sip of your drink.

"You should be. He's… amazing." His eyes roam back over to his son. Examining his brown curls that sprawled every which way now that his hair isn't pulled back, his bright smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles the way his own do.

"Mama! Mama! Look at all the tickets we won!" Travis comes running over, arms overflowing with tickets.

"Yeah, Mr. Stark, look! We're about to go cash them in, but we wanted to come show you guys." Peter comes up behind Travis, just as many, maybe even more, tickets in his arms.

"Well go, cash them in. And bring me back something cool." You shoo them away, taking a bite of pizza.

"Sooo… sticky hand for you and...one for you too, Tony." Travis gives him a big smile then jogs off toward the prize counter. You turn your head to look at Tony, watching as he lowers his head slightly, letting a small grin grows on his face.

"Tony… I want this as much as you do and as much as he does. I think it would be great for him to have his father in his life, but for me to feel comfortable right now, I need a few… precautions." Tony turns to you and raises eyebrows to signify that he's listening. "First, if you decide to come and visit, please just let me know first. And always let me know if you plan on taking him somewhere." You take a deep breath and sneak a glance over to Travis, who was pointing at a prize in the glass counter, then begin to pull at your curls. "And please let him organically call you 'Dad'. I don't care when he does just as long as it's on his own terms, okay?" You look back at Tony to be with a gaze that was similar to how he was looking at Travis.

"Of course. And thank you, again. I'm just glad I get to see him." Just at this moment Travis and Peter return to the table, the largest prizes between them being a medium sized water gun and a paddle ball game, but due to the knowingly large amount of tickets they possessed prior to this, they each had a bag full of candy and smaller toys.

"Look at what we got. This is probably the largest thing I've gotten from here." Travis admires his water gun before setting it down and reaching into his bag, pulling out a sticky hand and parachuting toy soldier. "I decided that it would be better for you guys to have different things." He smiles as he hands you guys your corresponding toys: you the sticky hand, and Tony the parachuting soldier.

"Honey, you didn't have to, really." You hug him.

"It's fine, I always get you something, and I haven't bought one for Tony yet, sooo… here we are " He slides into the booth next to you and grabs a slice of pizza. You just shake your head and kiss his cheek, then continued eating, the rest of the table making light conversation.

Part 6

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