𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Crazy Cravings - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Pregnant! Reader

Warnings → fluff, crazy cravings

Summary →Pregnant Y/n's late-night cravings lead Peter to lovingly indulge her with a strange snack, all while teasing and caring for her.

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Peter had been busy at his desk, hunched over some gadget he was tinkering with, when the sound of your footsteps-your now very distinct, waddling footsteps-caught his attention. You entered the room, hands resting on your six-month baby bump, cheeks puffed out in frustration.

Peter couldn't help but smile. "Penguin's back," he teased softly, setting down his screwdriver.

You shot him a glare. "I'm not a penguin. I'm pregnant."

"An adorable, waddling pregnant penguin," Peter corrected, walking over to kiss your forehead. His hands naturally found their way to your belly, where he felt a tiny kick. "Hey, little one. Calm down in there."

You sighed, leaning into his touch. "I need... something."

Peter glanced at the clock. It was 2:30 in the morning. "Something? What kind of 'something'?"

You narrowed your eyes, deadly serious. "I want ice cream. With... mashed potatoes. And hot sauce."

Peter blinked, clearly trying to process that combination. "Ice cream, mashed potatoes, and hot sauce?"

You nodded, fully convinced. "And maybe some peanut butter. Just a little."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he kissed you gently on the lips. "You and these cravings, I swear." But, as always, Peter was ready to go above and beyond for you. "Alright, let's go get your, uh, gourmet creation."

He led you to the kitchen, holding your hand as you waddled beside him. "You okay? Want to sit down while I work my magic?" He asked, guiding you toward a chair.

You groaned dramatically, lowering yourself into the chair. "I feel like I'm carrying an elephant."

Peter grinned, grabbing the ice cream tub from the freezer. "An elephant with very, very unique taste."

He quickly heated up some leftover mashed potatoes and reached for the hot sauce. "I'm really questioning this, but whatever makes you happy."

You smiled at him sweetly. "That's because you're the best husband ever."

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a soft laugh, adding a spoonful of peanut butter to the concoction before handing it to you.

You dug in without hesitation, savoring each bizarre bite. Peter watched with a mixture of amusement and horror, but mostly love. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, shaking his head slightly. "You're something else."

You paused mid-bite, staring at your dish thoughtfully. "This is surprisingly good. You should try it."

Peter raised an eyebrow, his face a mix of curiosity and dread. "I think I'll pass, thanks."

After a few moments, he noticed you resting your hand on your belly, watching the slight movements.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, stepping closer.

You smiled, guiding his hand to your bump. "The baby's doing somersaults in there. Must love the mashed potato sundae."

Peter's eyes softened as he felt the little kicks. "Hey there, little Spidey," he whispered, his thumb gently stroking your belly. "I promise I'll never judge your weird food cravings."

You laughed, running your fingers through his curls. "You better not. Our kid's going to inherit them."

He leaned down and kissed your belly, his voice gentle. "I love you both," he whispered, his eyes full of adoration.

You smiled, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. "We love you too, Peter."

He stood up, brushing your hair back. "You need anything else before we head back to bed?"

You pretended to think for a moment before smirking. "Maybe a back rub? My penguin waddle's making me sore."

Peter grinned. "Now that, I can definitely do."

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