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lqveharrington · 9 months

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Teddy Bear | P.B.P.

pairing: dad!peter b. parker x mom!fem!reader

summary: after not seeing his wife and child for a while, Peter spends the whole day with them, making sure he shows his love and affection to them both.

contains: so much fluff, zero uses of Y/N, kisses, Mayday being cute, Peter being cute, Peter and reader having such a cute relationship together and with their daughter. if you see spelling mistakes, no you don’t.

wc: 3.3k+

a/n: i had to revise this so many times, also i love mayday parker sm, she is just so AGH adorable

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Peter, your husband, had been away for a few days, promising to come home every day but never doing so. You knew it was due to Spider-man duties, so you never took it to heart. You spent the day with Mayday in New York City's downtown, stopping for lunch at a coffee shop.

Mayday abruptly whirled around in her chair, smiling and babbling over her ‘daddy.’ Peter stands by the door with flowers and a tiny teddy bear for you and Mayday when you glance up.

Of course, your child would inherit Peter’s spidey sense or better known as the Peter Tingle.

“Hey, Hun. I'm sorry it's been a tough week.” He says as he walks up to your table and smiles sheepishly.

You give him a small grin back, “It’s okay.” You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Mayday has been as wonderful as always, haven't you, baby?”

Mayday smiles warmly and nods, while Peter sighs, sitting down in the booth next to you, placing the flowers and stuffed animal on the table.

“I’m really sorry about neglecting to call you. Work has been really stressful with the whole 'Spider-Man' stuff and it's been hard to catch my breath.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand, “It’s alright. Has Miguel been loading missions on you again?”

“It's not really Miguel…” Peter rubs the back of his neck, looking down at the table. You've known him long enough to detect the difference between his ‘white lie’ voice and ‘there is something more’ voice.

You nod reassuringly, knowing full well that he was hiding something.

“Well, you can tell me all about it later.” You rub his hand. “For now, have a minute with your daughter, Peter. It's been a while since you've seen her.”

Peter nods and turns to look at your adorable toddler. Her eyes sparkle as she excitedly looks up at her daddy. You lean across and kiss her forehead, before smiling and taking your small daughter out of the high chair, gently bouncing her on your lap. Mayday smiles and giggles, showing one of her new teeth to Peter.

“Daddy, look! See my tooth?”

“Yeah? That's awesome, kid!” Peter says, cooing at the toddler.

Mayday continues to giggle and smile as she turns to Peter, asking him to hold her.

You gently take her from your lap, placing her on Peter's knee. Before you can warn him, Mayday puts her hand in Peter's thick hair and gently tugs at one of his strands.

“Ouch. Mayday, sweetheart, don't pull on daddy's hair.” You gently grab her hand away from his hair.

Mayday pouts and leans her head onto Peter's shoulder, playing innocent. Peter sighs, gently petting Mayday's hair. She giggles again and smiles widely at him.

He turns and kisses her forehead, before turning back to you. “I missed both of you. Lots.”

“We missed you too, honey.” You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “And you little miss.” You change your attention to your baby. “Don't act all innocent now that Daddy is here.” You give her a playful attitude.

Mayday lets out a high-pitched giggle, before leaning a bit closer to Peter. She pokes her finger to his nose, before turning to you and grinning.

“I love daddy!” Mayday exclaims, looking back over at Peter with a bright smile.

She leans a small bit closer, rubbing her small foot against his leg.

“I love daddy too, sweet girl.” You boop her nose. “Let's finish eating and then you and Daddy can play at the park, yeah?”

Mayday nods and claps her small hands together, while Peter sighs, placing his head back on the booth, tired from the week of work.

“I might just fall asleep in the park.” He chuckles as you and Mayday laugh, leaning forward and kissing Peter's forehead. You and Mayday finish eating and pay for the food, before walking out of the cafe with Peter and heading toward the park.

You swung your hand that was interlocked with Peter, Mayday in her stroller. “How about a nap with her when you get home? I bet you she'll love it.”

Peter chuckles and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Sounds like an ideal plan.” He smiles.

You see Mayday bouncing around in her stroller, looking at the passing birds and trees. She turns back to look at you and Peter, smiling warmly.

“Daddy! Look at the ducks!” Mayday squeals excitedly, pointing to the small pond nearby.

You nudge Peter out of his sleepy trance, “Babe, the ducks! Look at how cute they are!”

Peter looks over at the small pond and sees the ducks sitting in the center of it.

Mayday giggles and squeals, watching them. “Heyyy ducks.” She waves her small hand at them.

“Okay, sweetheart. Say bye-bye to the ducks, we’re right by the playground.” You wave to the animals.

Mayday waves to the ducks, before she turns to Peter and leans forward in her stroller. “Play, Daddy!” Mayday exclaims excitedly, reaching out her small hand for Peter.

“C'mon, Pete.” You sit on the bench near the playground. “Go play with our daughter.”

Peter rolls his eyes but gets up from the bench and walks over to Mayday, gently picking her up and setting her on the ground. She looks up excitedly as he kneels in front of her.

“Hey, kid.” Peter smiles, patting her head.

She giggles and hugs his leg, before grabbing his hand. Mayday pulls him over to the swings, making you laugh at the scene.

Mayday happily pulls Peter toward the swings, giggling happily. Peter chuckles, being pulled by her. She pushes him toward the swings, smiling and happily telling him to sit down.

He kneels and picks Mayday up, before swinging her back and forth in the swing. He giggles with her, as Mayday puts her hands on his cheeks and smiles up at him. You pull at your phone and snap a picture of them, setting it as your wallpaper.

“Are you having fun, sweetheart?” You call out to Mayday.

Mayday nods happily, still giggling and smiling at Peter. “Yes, mummy! I'm playing with Daddy.” She says happily.

You clap at them, “Peter, are you enjoying it?”

Peter looks up at you and nods as Mayday clings to him. She rests her head against his shoulder, still giggling and smiling.

“Yeah...having a blast.” He smiles, gently patting her small back.

“Okay, we have to get home so Daddy can rest and you need a nap, sweet angel.” You pull Mayday out of his lap, kissing her nose.

Mayday giggles excitedly and hugs your leg, before holding her arms out to be lifted into the stroller. Peter watches, smiling at the adorable sight.

You lift her and place her gently in the stroller, locking her in with the straps. You switch your attention to your husband as Mayday babbles for her dad to push her. “Can you—“

Peter sighs and stands up, pushing the stroller slowly. "Yeah, but Mayday better appreciate this." He smiles, practically reading your mind.

Mayday giggles excitedly as she sits in the stroller, leaning forward so she can watch the world pass her.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you loop your arms around one of his, leaning on his shoulder.

Eventually, your little family makes it to your home. Mayday leans forward and smiles at you, holding her arms up in an attempt for you to pick her up. Peter sets the stroller to stop and opens the door to the house, smiling as Mayday tries hugging your leg.

“Looks like she wants you to carry her…” Peter smiles.

You coo at your daughter, “Okay sweets, up we go.” You pick her up and trudge the stairs up to her room.

Mayday giggles excitedly, swinging her arms and legs. Once in her room, you change her and she begs to be set in her bed. You carefully placed her in the bed and tuck the blanket over her body. She looks up at you and smiles.

“Love mummy,” Mayday says cutely, waving her hand in front of her face.

“Mommy loves you too, baby.” You kiss your finger and press it to her cheek. “I'll wake you up for dinner later.”

Mayday nods before closing her eyes to catch a nap. You turn to leave her room, seeing Peter leaning against the wall in the hallway, watching Mayday.

“You two are too adorable.” He chuckles, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder.

“You're too adorable.” You melt in his hand. “Sorry, she couldn't nap with us. You got me though.”

Peter smiles and nods, as Mayday starts talking in her sleep, her soft and gentle tone is almost angelic. His attention turns back to you, hand dropping from your shoulder as he caressed your hand.

“Mayday's adorable but you're the most beautiful, sweet angel I've laid eyes on.” He grins.

You give him a tender kiss at the words. “C'mon, Peter. Let's get you changed into more comfortable clothing.”

Peter nods and heads into the shared bedroom, changing into some casual clothes before returning to you. Your daughter mumbles in her sleep, her dreams causing her small hand to clench tight around her teddy bear. She continues to lay asleep in her small bed, unaware.

“Did you see Mayday's new tooth?” Peter asks.

“Mhm.” You hum as he pulls you into bed together. “First thing she told me in the morning yesterday.”

Peter chuckles before wrapping his arms around you.

"She's the cutest little girl in the world, you know that?" He smiles warmly. "She's gonna be like me, tall and gorgeous." He chuckles, playfully pinching your arm.

Mayday continues to mumble in her sleep, her small fist still wrapped around her teddy.

“She really is cute.” You sink into his embrace. “Yet we made her together and got all your features…”

Peter grins warmly as his arms wrap around you and he leans forward to gently nuzzle his face into your shoulder. “She does sorta resemble me though.” He chuckles. “At least she got my hair and eyes.” He kisses your shoulder softly, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.

Mayday talks in her sleep and grips her teddy tightly. “Mummy…” she whispers softly in her dreams.

“Aw, my baby.” You coo at her dream talk, your heart clenching.

Mayday continues talking in her sleep. “I love you, Mommy…” her voice is quiet and cute, while her eyelids flutter in the small glimpse of a dream.

Mayday's hand tightly grips her teddy bear in her sleep, pressing it gently against her face.

Peter yawns, leaning forward and gently kissing your neck. “Maybe I should get some sleep…” he smiles, his tone a little quieter.

You hum, “Go to sleep, Peter. I love you.”

Peter smiles and rests his head on your lap, his hand caressing your leg. “I love you more…” he whispers, closing his eyes and starting to fall asleep.

Mayday shifts slowly, her face turning and her eyes opening slightly. She sits up in her bed, looking around the room. She opens up her small hand and stares at her teddy bear, tightly gripping it again. She sits there for a moment, still half asleep. She looks over at the door, waiting for you.

You look across your shared room with Peter, seeing Mayday from her room looking for you. You slowly leave Peter's embrace, kissing his forehead, and move to pick up Mayday.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

Mayday clings to you, burying her face into your chest. She clings tightly to your arms as her words sound slurred, her sleepy state still in effect.

“...I missed you, mummy…” she mumbles quietly, her tone soft yet sad.

You rub her back, “It's okay. Mommy is here, baby.”

You rock her gently, watching her eyelids droop. You push some of her hair behind her ear, humming to keep her asleep.

You check the time, knowing you have to start making dinner. So, you place Mayday back into her crib and make your way down, thinking of what to make for dinner.

Mayday lays in her crib as she continues to hold on tightly to her teddy bear. She rolls back and forth in her crib, still drowsy from the nap. After a few moments, her eyelids flutter as she sits up in her bed, yawning and stretching her body. Without thinking, she stands up, her legs wobbling slightly. She accidentally tips her crib over, falling onto her bottom, waking herself up in the process.

You jump at the sound, quickly moving up the stairs to Mayday's room but find Peter awake, shushing Mayday. You melt at the scene, entering.

“Mayday, you scared me, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Mayday sniffles softly, looking up at you with big wet eyes. She rubs her head and looks back at the fallen crib, her teddy bear still laying on the ground.

“...I'm sorry, mummy. I..I want to play, mummy.” Mayday rubs her eyes, her voice sounding weak.

Peter sighs, getting up and picking up Mayday, then bringing her over to the bed. “It's alright, Mayday. Just sit on Daddy's lap, okay?” He kisses her forehead.

Peter keeps her stabilized, “Mayday, see, you've got mommy and daddy all worried for you, baby girl. We just want to make sure you're safe.”

You nod, moving closer and get on your knees to caress her soft cheek. “I'm just glad you're okay, yes?”

Mayday smiles weakly at you, looking up and grabbing your finger.

“Mhm...mummy.” She sniffles and wipes off her tears. “I don't wanna sleep in the crib... want to sleep with you and daddy in the big bed…” She leans her face against your hand, closing her eyes. “Sorry, mummy…”

Peter smiles as he watches Mayday rest her head against your palm.

He strokes her small hair, “Mayday, I know you want to be with mummy, but you're still too little. You'll get your big bed in time.”

“I don't wanna big bed, Daddy! I wanna sleep with you and mummy!” Mayday pouts.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart, that's dangerous. Mayday, mommy, and daddy love you very much, but if you sleep in our bed, you might get hurt.” Peter says in a calm and loving tone. He lays Mayday on his knee, so her head is resting against his thigh. “But, once you get bigger, you can sleep with us as much as you want, okay?”

You glance up at Peter, having a silent conversation with him. “Mayday, how about tonight after dinner, you can sleep with us? Just tonight.”

Peter smiles at you, giving a quick nod.

“Yes! Yes, please!” Mayday says excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you, Mummy and Daddy.”

Mayday leans onto her father's leg, leaning her head towards you, smiling. “When is dinner ready?”

“Maybe in ten minutes? I'll have to go check downstairs.” You kiss her forehead

“Okay, mummy.” Mayday nods happily, continuing to lean into you as she stares at Peter.

Peter chuckles and runs a hand through her soft hair. “I'll carry you downstairs.”

He slowly stands up with Mayday still on his leg, “Stay on, sweetheart.”

You were taking the pizza out of the oven, carefully placing it down on the dinner table. Mayday leans forward and places her teddy bear next to her seat, sitting down. Her little legs are dangling over the edge, while she looks up and smiles at you.

“Mummy made pizza, Daddy! I love pizza!” She chuckles, looking over at Peter.

Peter smiles as he sits down, placing her on his lap as he puts his arm around you.

“We make a good team.” He smiles, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.

“We really do.” You return the smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Mayday picks up her slice of pizza, as Peter starts to slice it in half. Mayday leans forward slightly, smiling at her father.

“Are you going to save me a bit of pizza?” She chuckles, her tone playful and cute.

Peter grins, “You know I am.”

He finishes slicing the pizza and gives her the other half. She smiles excitedly as she begins to eat it, her voice sounding muffled from the food in her mouth.

“Mayday, Honey. Slow down.” You wipe her face with a napkin.

Mayday looks up at you, her lips covered in pizza sauce. “But it tastes really good, mummy.” She smiles.

Peter laughs, “She's enjoying it, don't rush her, babe. She'll eat slower in a second.”

Her face turns back to her pizza, and she starts to eat it at a slower pace. Her little mouth opens and closes repeatedly as she chews the food, her cheeks beginning to puff out with each mouthful.

You look at the little girl in awe. How she became the cutest being to exist and be with you was one of the luckiest things in the world.

Mayday looks up at you, mouth still full of pizza sauce. She slowly swallows her food and wipes her mouth with the napkin.

“Mmmm, thank you Mummy and Daddy… I love you.” Her tone is soft, sweet, and full of joy.

She's always filled with gratitude for the people around her, especially you and Peter.

She gives your leg another grab and smile, before turning to her pizza and finishing it quickly. “Can I have another slice, Daddy?”

Peter looks at you for approval. You nod, lightly tickling your

child. Mayday giggles and covers her mouth.

“No...No.” Mayday says in a playful tone, before turning to Peter. “Can I?” She asks sweetly.

Peter chuckles and nods. “You can have as much as you want, Mayday.” He smiles, cutting up another piece of pizza for her. He hands the slice over to her, and she leans forward for it.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

Soon enough, the three of you are tired and full. Silence filling the room. Mayday leans back, her belly filled with pizza. She lets out a yawn and closes her eyes. Peter yawns as well and kisses her forehead, sitting her back on the dining table chair.

“I guess we should get you to bed, Mayday?” Peter asks.

Mayday nods slowly, still smiling and yawning, her eyes looking tired.

“I want to sleep with Mommy…” she says softly, with a slightly drowsy tone.

You grab Mayday out of the chair, gently taking her into your arms. “Let's get you dressed for bed and then you can sleep with mommy, okay?”

Mayday nods happily, as she rests her head against you. Her limbs dangle loosely and she holds onto you tightly. She's slightly drowsy, her voice tired and sleepy.

She mumbles softly, her tone almost inaudible. “Thank you, mummy... Can I hold onto the teddy? Please.”

She holds tightly onto the teddy bear, and her limbs continue to dangle loosely as she looks at you.

“Of course, sweet girl.” You kiss the top of her head, going into her room to grab the change of clothes and diaper. You quickly change her, “Up we go, Mayday.”

Mayday clings to your arm when you pick her up, smiling. You can feel her eyes falling shut when her head rests against your shoulder. She yawns and leans forward slightly, her head drooping onto your shoulder.

She looks up at you, rubbing around her eyes to keep them open. “… Mummy… Mummy… Mummy…” She yawns again, her eyes feeling heavy as she rubs them again.

“Are we going to my bed…?” She asks, her tone tired.

“You're going to mummy and daddy's bed, remember?” You open the door to your bedroom, hearing the shower running. You guessed Peter was showering. “You're gonna sleep with us tonight.”

“Mhm!” Mayday smiles, her tone slowly getting more sleepy.

She grips the teddy tight, her eyes closing. “Can I sleep with the teddy bear?” She whispers.

Her eyelids flutter as she tries to keep her eyes open, but soon she begins to nod off as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Yes, baby.” You lay down with her, cuddling close. “I love you... Good night.”

Mayday smiles, her eyes closing as she nuzzles against you.

She grips the teddy bear once more, her breathing sounding slow.

“Love you too, mummy. Night night…”she whispers softly, her voice soft and calm.

She turns to her side, holding her teddy bear against her chest.

Her small eyes slowly close and she falls into a deep peaceful sleep.

Peter walks into the room, his hair wet from the shower. He steps up to the bed and gently kisses both of your foreheads.

“You two look adorable. Sweet dreams…” He smiles, as he watches you and Mayday sleep, his tone soft and calm.

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