Adult Peter Parker x Reader

It's like 11:30 at night while I'm writing this.

Published 6/21/20.

Final Word Count 337:
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I awoke to the soft creaking of the old door to Peter and I's bedroom. Our four year old poked her head in and used her finger to motion me to her. Getting out of bed without help was beginning to become a struggle as my stomach kept ballooning.

Eventually, I got up and made my way to the kitchen where my daughter, April, sat on the island stools. "Mommy!" She cries out whispering. "Did you forget what day it was? It's Father's Day! That means daddy's special breakfast!"

"And daddy will get his special breakfast. Come on girlie, let's get cooking." I smiled at her as she bounced excitedly.

For being so young, April already knew a lot about cooking. When Peter and I first got married, we both hated cooking. So, to keep us from eating takeout and junk food all the time we practiced cooking together. We perfected recipes and make new ones until we both enjoyed it, although it took a while to get to that part.

I started cooking the bacon and sausage while she used the toaster and whisked the eggs together in a bowl. We then poured the eggs into the pan and cooked them until they were nice and fluffy. I put it all on plates and carried the three plates to our bedroom. April skipped into the room and jumped on Peter to wake him up.

"Daddy! Daddy wake up! We made you breakfast!" She squealed happily as I placed the plates on the bed side table.

"It looks amazing, princess!" Peter smiled, his voice dripping with sleep. April grabbed the remote and crawled into bed. She flicked through channels before finding the perfect one and I passed out the plates. We all sat in bed, eating and cuddling.

Peter informed me that he couldn't wait to do this again with baby #2 next year.