tom holland oneshots

a name to remember

latine!reader x peter parker (requested)

 "I was thinking," you spoke softly. The fresh-born baby girl sleeping in your arms had you in a state of mind. Peter gazed at you lovingly, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

It had been a few hours since the birth, and she was still just as beautiful as she was the first time you saw her. Peter cried. Of course he cried; you cried too. He'd never admit it, but there was no other feeling compared to seeing you and his child together. He knew, just as knew about the stars in the skies, that there would never be a memory as vivid as the ones right now. Because here, in this room with you, you and your's and his baby— his baby girl, his child— the love of his life and his little one, here in this room together, it completed the picture. Opened a new chapter that he couldn't wait to write. One he couldn't wait to reread every single day of his life with you.

"Maybe we could name her Yaritza?"

Peter's eyes sparkled at your words. You swore you saw his chest stop moving, his lungs stop asking for air. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but when you glanced at his hazel eyes, you saw tears. Tears of happiness, tears of joy. He was crying again. Crying because he'd never heard such a beautiful name. Crying because he knew it fit so well, and it was hers and only hers, and you had given it to her. That was another reason he loved you; you kept on giving.

He nodded enthusiastically, and you awed at him, lip jutting out. He was so pure, so full of love and life.

The two of you confirmed with the nurses what baby Yaritza's name was, and after letting in a few relatives, Peter was ecstatic to announce what her name was. Every time, he spoke with a smile and a small tear, and the joy grew whenever somebody asked what the name's meaning was.

And when the day was coming to a close, Peter was seated in a chair beside your hospital bed, Yaritza sleeping in another room as the nurses had required it for the first few nights. He was holding your hand, thumb swiping back and forth across the backside of your hand.

"I love her a lot."

"I love her too."

"She's gonna look just like her mommy."

"And what do I look like?"

"Amazing. Beautiful. You own your body, your confidence, your name."

You smiled at him knowingly. "You really like her name, huh?'

"How could I not? She could walk into a crowded room and everyone would remember her. They'd be like 'who's that?'" He switched voices. "'Why, that's Yaritza, of course!'"

You giggled, kissing his knuckles.

"She's gonna be just like you, y'know," you spoke quietly.

Peter gazed down at you softly, grinning. "She'll be the best of both of us."