𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Protective Instinct - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter's overprotectiveness was getting annoying, leading to a heartfelt conversation about boundaries and love.

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Peter had always been protective, but lately, it felt like he was smothering you. At first, it was sweet-the way he insisted on carrying your books or reminding you to stay hydrated-but now it was bordering on annoying. He hovered over you constantly, as if you were a ticking time bomb he had to defuse.

Two weeks passed, and his behavior only intensified. He wouldn't let you lift anything heavier than a pencil, constantly reminding you to take breaks, and even started preparing your meals, insisting that you needed more vitamins and minerals.

"Babe, I should do it, you need to rest," he'd say, taking over whatever task you were doing.

Or, "Drink more water, don't strain yourself." "That's too heavy, let me get it." "Don't do that, let me handle it."

The endless stream of concern was driving you crazy. You appreciated his love and care, but it was beginning to feel like he didn't trust you to take care of yourself. You decided it was time to have a serious talk with him.

That night, after you both climbed into bed, you turned to him, determined to address the issue. "Babe, can we talk? It's important."

Peter's eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Oh, finally, baby. It was so hard to keep a secret from you. I know we're still young and in university, but we can make this work. We don't have to worry about money or a babysitter. May and the Avengers would be more than happy to help out. If you want, we can even move to the compound. We'll coordinate our schedules so we can be with our kid as much as possible."

You blinked, completely bewildered. "What are you talking about? What kid?"

Peter's smile faltered, his eyes widening in panic. "W-what do you mean? Y-you don't know?"

"Know what, Peter?" You asked, your voice laced with confusion.

He hesitated, running a hand through his curls nervously. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry."

"Peter, tell me."

"You're... you're pregnant," he blurted out, his words tumbling over each other. "I can hear the baby's heartbeat. You know, super hearing and all."

You stared at him, completely stunned. Pregnancy hadn't even crossed your mind. Sure, you'd missed your period this month, but you chalked it up to stress from school and your job at the café.

"Other people find out they're pregnant from a test, surprise their partner, or discover it together," you chuckled, a mix of amusement and disbelief in your voice. "And I find out from my superhero boyfriend. Guess I'm unique."

Peter's eyes searched yours, guilt and concern etched across his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to spoil it, but I just... I couldn't help it. I needed to know you were okay."

"It's okay, baby," you reassured him, placing a hand on his cheek.

"You're not mad, are you? Are you okay with this? A-are we doing this?" Peter's voice was hopeful, almost trembling. You could see the dream in his eyes-having a child with the love of his life.

You took a deep breath, your hand sliding down to rest on your abdomen. "Of course I'm okay with this. I know we're young, and this is a huge responsibility, but together, we can do anything. I love you, Pete. And I already love our baby."

Peter leaned in, his worry beginning to fade as you smiled softly at him. But then, you took a deep breath, your expression turning serious. "But listen, Pete, you've got to stop hovering over me like this. It's driving me insane."

Peter blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean? I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I know, and I appreciate it, I really do," you said gently. "But I'm not made of glass. I can handle myself, and if I need you, I'll tell you. You've got to trust me, okay?"

Peter's face turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty. "I didn't realize I was being that bad..."

"You were, babe," you said with a soft laugh. "I love you, and I know you love me, but you've got to give me some space to breathe."

Peter sighed, nodding as he looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry, I guess I just got... scared. The idea of something happening to you or the baby..."

You softened at his words, reaching out to take his hand. "I get it, Pete. But we're in this together, and we're going to be okay. I promise."

Peter squeezed your hand, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of gratitude and lingering worry. "You're right. I'll back off, I promise. But if you need anything, anything at all..."

"I'll let you know," you assured him with a smile.

Peter's relief was palpable as he leaned in to kiss you softly, his lips lingering on yours. "We'll be okay," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction and love.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes, the reality of the situation settling in. You could feel Peter's hand resting protectively over yours on your stomach, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"Hey, babe," you murmured, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" He replied, his eyes closed as he savored the peaceful moment.

"How are we going to tell my parents?" You asked, a hint of anxiety creeping into your voice.

Peter's eyes snapped open, and he swallowed hard. "I'm gonna die," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't help but laugh at his terrified expression, though the thought of telling your parents made your own stomach flip. "We'll figure it out," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "But for now, let's just focus on us. One step at a time."

Peter nodded, his expression softening as he leaned in to kiss you again. "I love you," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you realized that, despite the uncertainty and fear, you wouldn't want to face this new chapter with anyone else but him.

As you snuggled closer to him, you felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation for the journey ahead. But with Peter by your side, you knew you could handle whatever came your way.

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