tom holland: a book of blurbs

•{back down to earth}•

summary: reader just needed to be held and reminded how appreciated she is. wrote this one mostly for myself but decided to post it here anyway.

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"Hey! I'm home! Babe!- why are you crying?!"

"Because!!" I angrily yelled in tears.

Peter stood in the middle of the living room trying to figure out what my problem is.

Looking completely and utterly confused.

"Because... why...?"

"Because!! I wanted to go get sandwiches from Delmar's but I remembered he's on vacation! The store's closed!!"

"Um... y-yeah babe. It's been closed for a week now..."

"Are you calling me dumb?!" I shrieked, eyes flooding with more tears. "You called me dumb!! You're- you're supposed to take care of me not call me dumb!"

"Babe... how much have you eaten today?" Peter cautiously approached the couch.

"A lot. I... feel like a pig..."

"No, no, that's good. You're supposed to," He sat next to me. "I'm just- trying to figure out how to help..."

"I don't know," I looked down at my lap defeatedly and sniffled. "I don't like hormones."

"Me neither, babe. Come here."

Peter roped me in and pulled me into his chest. On cue our daughter kicked where Peter's hand had rested on my stomach.

"Hello, you," Peter blushed. "Yes, I'm home now. And you need to be taking care of your mother."

"I love you, Pete. I love you so much what the hell," I cried and buried into his chest.

"Lots of tears today, huh?"

"You have no idea," I whimpered when I felt my head throb. "Over and over."

"Sounds like you need to get back out of the house again. How about visiting the Tower?"

"Is anyone even there?"

Peter snickered. "Mr. Stark always is. I think Steve and Natasha are there too."

"I don't know," I mumbled and buried into his chest again. "I just wanna be with you."

Peter stroked my hair before kissing my head. "I can come with. We can go together. But I really do think getting out and getting some sun will help though. But since it's late, how about we go tomorrow afternoon?"

I nodded wordlessly and closed my eyes, leaning further into his arms.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what? You didn't do anything wrong?"

"I'm a mess," I sniffled. "I cry so much and all the time and I'm cranky-"

"Babe, babe, hey," He lifted my chin. "You've literally been growing an entirely new human for eight months. If you need to cry and get angry every now and then because of it- so be it."

I nearly burst into tears at his next statement.

"I'm really proud of you though. You're doing a really good job."

"Thank you," I sniffled and pressed my forehead against his. "I need-needed to hear that..."

"I'll say it more often then. Because I think it all the time I just don't ever know that if I say something too much that it'll get annoying."

"You don't annoy me," I laid my head back on his chest. "Most of the time."

"I'll take a most of the time any day."