Daughter Of The Spider

Feeding Fails

~PETER POV~

Another four months had gone by, and I was still getting used to changing diapers.

I couldn't believe that Gracelynn had been with me for a a little over half a year already. It still felt weird sometimes to look over and just see a baby sitting there.

May and I had cleaned up the spare room, which had been Uncle Ben's office, and turned it into a nursery. I had put it off for a week, not wanting to rush Aunt May about it, but she was insistent.

Our neighbor Mrs Armstrong gave us a crib, a dresser, and even a rocking chair for Gracelynn's nursery. Aunt May also set aside some money and bought paint, and a few pictures for the walls.

Currently, I was finishing cleaning up Gracelynn, and putting a new diaper on her.

"There you go." I smiled, blowing on her stomach, making her laugh, and kick her feet up. "Is that better?"

She laughed some more, and I picked her up, setting her on my hip. "Now, what do you want to do? I mean, is there much you can do? You're only seven months."

Speaking of, Gracelynn was crawling a bit now. She didn't like to do it, so she mostly would just sit there, doing nothing. She liked to watch me do homework, and Aunt May cook, but I didn't normally let her watch up close, because I didn't want her to choke on the smoke that filled the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, "you just lost about half your weight in that diaper. It's about time for you to eat again, anyway."

I sat her in her high chair, and grabbed her a jar of food, and scooped some up for her. But, no matter what, Gracelynn would not eat it. She had no problem with her bottle, she loved it, but she was not a fan of baby food, so Inonly fed it to her on occasions. Like when I had to go on patrol and didn't feel like making a bottle, and sometimes, I would let Aunt May do it, because she said it reminds her of when she would feed me when I was still a baby.

"Come on Gracelynn, please." I begged, trying to feed her.

She turned her head over and started playing with her hands again.

"Gracelynn," I scolded. "You need to eat. Then you can play."

Gracelynn still refused, turning her head to the other side. I sighed and turned ready to call Aunt May, who was a pro at getting her to eat her jar food, when I felt something splash all over my back, neck and the back of my head. I whipped around and saw Gracelynn covered in her mashed peas and carrots.

"Gracelynn!"

She laughed loudly and I slipped my sweatshirt off, doing my best to wipe it out of my hair.

"I think we're done with lunch." I told her.

I cleaned her up and lifted her out of her high chair, walking to the living room, and sitting down with her, still trying to wipe the baby food out of my hair.