Peter Maximoff X Reader

Christmas Words (Peter Maximoff X Fem Reader With Child)

Request: Story of Peter being a dad with Y/n's child.

Trigger Warning: Children (I know some people like them and others don't)

It was early Christmas morning, and practically everyone was asleep except for Peter Maximoff, that is, and his six-month-old daughter, Luna. Peter never thought he would ever be a dad, but when you brought up the idea of a baby and he saw in your eyes how desperately you wanted one, he was willing to give it a shot. He warned you that he may not be the best dad, but you brushed that aside, telling him that once he got to hold his child, everything else would come naturally because he already had some experience with his younger sister, Lorna.

You were right; the second Peter held his daughter, he smiled and began crying a little. Of course, when you asked him if he was crying, he wouldn't admit it, but you could see his watery eyes and the beaming grin. He ended up loving his daughter, and every moment he was not busy doing something with the X-Men or spending time with you, he was playing, talking, singing, laughing, and smiling with Luna. He decided that, as your Christmas gift, he would take care of Luna throughout the night of Christmas Eve and into Christmas morning to help with all the times he was busy with the X-Men. He knew that you wouldn't be pleased with just that, so he let you spend the night at his mom's house, where you would be spending Christmas Day, just so you could have a peaceful sleep. You were grateful for the gesture but still worried. As a matter of fact, instead of getting sleep, you stayed up most of the night wondering if everything was OK. You wandered around the house, but Magda, who was setting up gifts under the tree, reassured you that Peter could handle it. You went back to bed, which just so happened to be Peter's old bed in the basement, and put a pillow where he would sleep and snuggled that pillow as tight as you could. It worked, and within minutes, you were asleep.

Peter, on the other hand, was holding a wailing Luna in his arms at Y/N and his brand new house, which the X-Men helped get, at two in the morning. "What is it, princess? I fed you; thank goodness Mama made the formula before she left! I burped you and had to go change because of the spit-up. I changed your diaper numerous times, might I add. I just don't know what else I need to do, and I don't want to call your mom because—agh!" Peter exclaimed. He sat down on the couch and just cried. Luna looked up at her dad and stopped crying as if she sensed he was upset. "Oh, now you stop crying!" Peter yelled. Luna stared at a sobbing Peter and tried reaching out toward him as if attempting to hug him. She began to babble a little. "Do you have something to tell me? I won't understand what you have to say, but I am sure willing to listen," Peter murmured as the tears began to slow down.

"Da-Da," Luna uttered. Peter's eyes lit up, and he gazed at her in complete shock. "Did you just say Da-Da?" Peter questioned. He picked her up and held her out carefully. "You said Da-Da! You're not supposed to do that until months from now!" Peter cried out with glee. He pulled his daughter into his arms and cuddled her close. "Well, Merry Christmas to me!" He called out. "Oh, your mother is never going to believe me!" Peter smiled. He hugged her and sat back down with her on the couch. He laid her down carefully and saw her confused face. "Daddy loves you so much! You know that?" Peter inquired.

He lifted her shirt and blew a couple of raspberries onto her stomach. She had a toothless grin and began giggling. "I love that laugh of yours. It reminds me of your mama," he confessed. "We've got to go back to bed soon, though, or else you and I will be grumpy and tired when you open your gifts," Peter told her. He rocked her back and forth and watched as her eyes slowly closed. He then grabbed her and headed back to the bedroom. He placed a kiss on her forehead before putting her in her crib. "I love you, baby girl, sweet dreams," he whispered before going back to bed himself.

It was six in the morning, and Peter woke up to quickly speed the rest of Luna's gifts over to his mom's, but he was caught by a wide-eyed Luna. "Well, what are you doing up?" Peter wondered. Luna looked at her father, whose silver hair was disheveled and had prominent bags under his eyes. "I was just about to head over to Grandmama's house, and I am assuming you would want to see your mother just as much as I do, so what do you say you want to go with me?" Peter asked.