Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Thirty-Sixxx

One month later.

"Okay, do you have everything?"

"I think so." He nodded, looking up at you with bright eyes as he held the straps that hung over his shoulders.

"He's only gonna be there for a few hours, what more does he need besides his phone and a bag of Doritos?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile, and they both turned to scrunch their eyebrows at you, tilting their heads in confusion.

"It's seven hours." Natasha corrected and you made a disgusted face.

"I need things like notebooks and pens." Cory pointed out, wondering if you were serious.

"You're leaving me for seven whole hours?" You gaped at him, "Why? Why would you do that to me? Are you trying to hurt my heart?"

"It's called going to high school," He deadpanned, putting his hands on his hips, and you shot him a goofy smile before ruffling his hair, "Hey! Precious cargo! I worked so long on this."

"We should get going," Natasha was saying, grabbing her stuff as you just watched with a small smile as your son fixed his hair, "Don't want to make you and Peter late on your first day since he was nice enough to offer to show you around."

The three of you headed out and drove to Midtown High, making it just in time. Peter was all smiles as he waved to you and Natasha before leading Cory inside, but you were trying not to tear up.

"They just grow up so fast." You sniffled and she chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement.

"We've only had him for about five months," She reminded you and herself, "And already he's in high school."

"At least now he'll stop just growing in spurts," You smirked, "It was getting hard to keep up with buying him clothes."

"Like that one week where all he wore were swim trunks or a robe," She laughed loudly at the memory as the two of you got back into the car, "Not the best options when walking around New York."

You smiled softly as she rested her hand on your thigh as she drove, and you hummed in response. You put your hand over hers for a moment and she squeeze your leg, making you blush.

The two of you made it back to Brooklyn and went inside, neither of you having had breakfast, just quick coffees this morning since you were both nervous and decided to have a lazy brunch.

"You're really going to attempt to cook?" You raised your eyebrows, sitting up on the island next to the sink, and she was bent over in the fridge, gathering ingredients, so you tapped her backside with your foot, "Sounds like a kitchen fire waiting to happen."

"Don't start something you can't finish, baby." She warned with an airiness to her tone, and you smiled to yourself as she stood up, turning around with every possible ingredient in her arms.

"You look really cute." You sighed as the flour from the bag she held a little too tightly puffed up and coated the tip of her nose ever so slightly.

"Tell me how to make pancakes." She huffed adorably, dumping everything onto the island nearby and you grinned widely.

"You're making us pancakes?"

"Yes," She told you confidently, organizing everything she'd need, "With all the sides I can manage."

"I love you a whole bunch," You breathed out in admiration and she rolled her eyes, but not only was she smiling, you could also see a tint of a blush dusting her cheeks which made a warmth flow through you, "Okay, let's get started."

Cut to about an hour later and the two of you were covered in ingredients – some that aren't even used in pancakes, and laying on the kitchen floor laughing, your faces both red.

"You said they were good!"

"I clearly lied!" You laughed again and she swatted at your arm, "They tasted like char and they were too hard, thought I was gonna crack a tooth."

"Where did I go wrong?" She wondered out loud and you leaned over to swipe some powdered sugar down her nose, making her face scrunch up, until you smeared it across her lips and then moved to kiss her.

She was surprised by the action, smiling and still laughing a little bit as you hovered over her now, but you still couldn't believe this amazing person was your wife after all this time.

She had batter, flour, and even some butter in her hair, her face now covered in powdered sugar and bits of syrup, her clothes completely ruined by flour, but she was still smiling like she couldn't be happier. Even if the food fight between you two had made not only yourselves, but the entire kitchen a mess, it didn't seem to really bother her and that just somehow made you love her even more.

Her green eyes had a spark to them, and her smile told you so much, but you noticed the pleading in her eyes that you simply could not ignore, smiling to yourself again as you leaned down to kiss her for the hundredth time that day. She put her hand on the back of your head to deepen it, still laying down, and you cringed into the kiss, so she pulled back.

"What is it?" She whispered, a fear-stricken look crossing her features, and you melted at the concern before you booped her nose, assuring her it wasn't anything serious.

"Your hand is sticky." You winced and she turned her head away to laugh.

"Babe, we're covered in a sticky mess, deal with it." She told you when she turned back and then pulled you in for another lingering kiss.

"Why do we always end up on the kitchen floor?" You couldn't help but to wonder out loud as you moved to snuggle between her legs and she shook her head with an adoring smile, "Is it the cool tiles or because we like the risk of someone who has a key walking in on us? Are we just not traditional enough for a bedroom or...?"

"We were making breakfast!" She laughed, kissing you again quickly.

"Yeah, but that's not how this is going to end." You pointed out cheekily and she couldn't help but to hum in unashamed agreement.

"Maybe, but we had good intentions."

You scoffed, sitting up a bit and reaching over for one of her burnt pancakes that were like flat rocks. Then you leaned back down to put it closer to her face.

"Did we though?" You asked in a high voice and she scowled, hitting the thing out of your hand, so you pretended to be offended, "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

"I don't feel like taking another trip to the emergency room this week."

"I didn't realize it was toothpaste!"

"It burned so badly." She practically shuddered in remembrance.

"They started making the packaging so sleek, it really matches the other stuff." You shrugged.

"Double check next time."

"Yes ma'am." You teased with a smirk, kissing her again, and then she sat up without breaking it, moving so you were straddling her lap on the floor.