Sorry for the 3 week long absence on this book, I have definitely not moved on from Spider-Man, I'm just suuuuper busy with college and raising my aunt's four kids. BUT Far From Home comes out in a couple of weeks, and I am very excited to see it <3 

i forgot it was father's day when i wrote this but hey it works

are there any specific requests y'all have? message me and let me know, or comment them here. i want to know them, i need to start over. thank you

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Peter's head lifted off of the pillow. His eyes were wide open, and his spidey senses were going off. Quickly wiping a stream of drool from the corner of his mouth, he hopped out of bed and hurried out of the bedroom, stumbling towards the hallway. 

You lifted your head. "P-Peter?" you mumbled. 

Peter's brain wasn't even with it yet. All he knew was where he needed to go - to the nursery at the end of the hall. 

He turned into it and ran his hand along the wall until he found the light switch. He flipped it and raised his wrists, like he was about to attack an intruder with his web shooters. But the room was silent and empty of any intruders. Peter stood there, waking up slowly, taking in the baby blue walls and the soft white carpet beneath his bare feet. Across the room, in a small wooden crib, was his newborn son, barely a month long, snoring loudly.

A sigh of relief left Peter's lips as he saw his son, sleeping on his back, his arms above his head. Completely healthy, completely safe. 

"Pete?" You stood in the doorway. "Honey, what are you doing?"

He looked back at you, putting his hand in his messy curls. "I-I just... I wanted to make sure he was okay."

"He's okay, Peter," you said. You walked up to him, placing your hands on his hips. "You sure you're okay, babe?"

He nodded, covering your hands with his. "Yeah, yeah." He turned and put his arms around you all the way, pulling you tight against his chest. You smiled when you felt his lips press against the top of your head. "I was just scared. I think I just had a bad dream."

"Aw." You tilted your head up, planting a light kiss on his chin. "He's okay. He's safe here, Peter. We both are."

"Yeah..." He looked down at you. 

The baby began to cry.

"Oh." You quickly pulled away from Peter, leaning down towards the crib. "Hey, hey," you said in a hushed, soothing voice. You picked up your son and turned him away from his bed and towards his father. Peter stepped up, putting his arms loosely around the two of you. "It's okay, sweetie. Mama and Daddy are right here." You kissed his head and started to hum a soft, quiet song. 

"You're so good at this," Peter praised. 

"So are you," you said, passing the baby to him. His cries had changed to soft, slow whimpers. The baby stopped crying, reaching up and taking a handful of Peter's sweatshirt in his tiny hand. "He loves his dad, that's for sure."

"And I love him, too," Peter said. "I... think I just panic easy now. Makes my spidey senses go crazy, wondering if this little guy is doing okay."

"Dad brain," you said, flashing a grin. 

"Yeah," he laughed.

You leaned your head on Peter's arm. "You're a great dad, Peter. Really. And I know you stress out when you're trying to juggle working, being Spider-Man, and protecting and providing for your family... and I know we got married and had a baby young, but... you are doing an amazing job. Honestly."

"Thank you, babe," he said. 

"Look at that," you said. Your son was smiling. "You make him so happy."

"I do?" He smiled so wide. "Do I make you happy, baby Tony?" Tony opened his eyes, raised his tiny hands to his face, and yawned wide. "Oh, that's a big yawn. And there's your mama's eyes... you look so much like your mama, Tony." 

"Yeah, he does." You reached up and kissed Peter's cheek. "He's falling back asleep. Let's put him in the crib and then go back to bed, okay? You've got work pretty early in the morning, and I want to have breakfast with you before you go so you can't sleep in late." 

"Oh, right," he said. He turned around and lowered Tony back into the crib. He paused to kiss him on the head, pat his belly, and then pulled away. 

You took both of his hands. "Come on," you said. 

As you both left the nursery, Peter looked at the hand painted sign that was on the wall right above his head. 

Anthony Benjamin Parker

 Peter smiled. His son was named after the two best guys he had ever known and had the privilege to love, and he had sworn to himself that he would do anything to protect him. Anything.