𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

New Word - P.P

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → fluff, swear words

Summary → Baby Parker learns a new word.

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The sound of something hard being stepped on echoed through the living room, followed by Peter's exasperated voice. "Shit!" He hissed in pain, immediately hopping on one foot while holding the other, glaring down at the brightly colored toy car he'd just crushed under his weight.

You looked up from where you were sitting on the couch, stifling a laugh as you took in the sight of your husband cursing under his breath while clutching his throbbing foot. "Are you okay, Pete?"

Peter rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, just... stepped on one of Ben's toys. It hurts like-"

Before Peter could finish, the small voice of your three-year-old son, Ben, piped up from across the room, sitting on the floor surrounded by more toys. "Shit!"

Both of you froze. Ben, giggling, clearly enjoying the new word he'd just learned, repeated it, louder this time. "Shit! Shit!"

Your hands flew to your mouth, barely containing your laughter. Peter, wide-eyed and mortified, immediately crouched down in front of Ben. "No, no, buddy. We don't say that word, okay? That's... that's a bad word."

But Ben only grinned up at Peter, eyes twinkling with mischief, before chanting again, "Shit!"

You finally let out a laugh, unable to hold it in anymore. Peter shot you a look of despair, his face already red with embarrassment. "This is not funny! He's going to be saying that all day now!"

"Oh, come on, it's a little funny," you teased, getting up from the couch and ruffling Peter's hair as you walked by. "Besides, it's your fault for saying it in front of him."

Peter groaned, plopping down onto the floor next to Ben, who was still giggling and playing with his toys. "I'm such an idiot. Now our three-year-old knows how to swear." He slumped against the wall, rubbing his face. "Aunt May is going to be here soon, and God forbid he says that in front of her."

You smiled, watching the two of them, Peter looking utterly defeated while Ben was thoroughly entertained. "Don't worry," you reassured him. "We'll just have to make sure Ben doesn't say it again tonight."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

You shrugged, grinning. "We'll just have to pray."

Peter sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "Great. Prayer. That'll totally work with a three-year-old."

Ben, oblivious to the chaos he'd caused, grabbed one of his toy cars and drove it across the floor, making little engine sounds. You sat down next to Peter, leaning your head on his shoulder. "It'll be fine," you said, though the amusement in your voice betrayed you. "May won't even notice."

Peter gave you a skeptical look. "You're way too calm about this."

You just smiled, deciding to let him sweat it out a bit longer. After all, it was Peter's fault for swearing in the first place. And besides, Ben repeating the word was kind of hilarious, in a mischievous, toddler way.

The doorbell rang later that evening, signaling May's arrival. Peter jumped up, giving you one last pleading look. "Please, please make sure he doesn't say it."

You smirked, raising your hands in mock surrender. "I'll do my best."

Peter opened the door, greeting May with a hug. "Hey, May! Come on in."

May smiled warmly, stepping into the living room, her arms loaded with shopping bags. "Hello, my favorite people!" She said, beaming when she saw Ben. "And how's my little man today?"

Ben's eyes lit up at the sight of his grandma, and he bolted toward her, excited. "Gramma May!" He squealed.

Peter shot you a quick, nervous glance as May bent down to greet Ben. "Hi, sweetheart," she cooed, reaching into one of her bags. "I brought you a new car!"

Ben's eyes grew wide with excitement, and you saw Peter visibly relax. For a moment, it seemed like everything was fine. But then it happened.

Ben, his face full of glee, clutched the new toy car May handed him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Shit!"

The room fell into stunned silence. Peter's face drained of all color, while you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying - and failing - to hold back laughter. May blinked, clearly caught off guard. "What... did he just say?"

Ben, grinning up at his great-aunt, held up his new toy car proudly. "Shit!"

Peter scrambled to explain, his voice high-pitched and panicked. "No, no, it's not what it sounds like! I-I stepped on one of his toys earlier, and I accidentally swore, and now he's-he's just repeating it, but it wasn't on purpose, I swear!"

May raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "Peter Benjamin Parker, you taught your child to swear?"

"I didn't mean to!" Peter blurted out, running a hand through his hair. "It just slipped out, and now he thinks it's funny!"

You couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing, the whole situation just too absurd. "He's been saying it all day," you wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. "It's kind of hilarious."

May looked between the two of you, shaking her head, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Peter, you really need to watch your mouth around your son. He's at that age where he'll repeat anything."

"I know, I know," Peter groaned, facepalming. "But how was I supposed to know he'd pick that up so fast?"

Ben, completely unaware of the chaos he'd caused, started playing with his new toy car, still occasionally muttering "shit" under his breath as he zoomed it across the floor.

May shot Peter a stern look, though you could see she was holding back a smile. "Well, you'd better figure out how to stop him from saying it before he starts doing it at school."

Peter let out a long, defeated sigh. "Yeah, I'll work on that."

As the evening wore on, Ben's new favorite word thankfully began to lose its charm, though every now and then he'd whisper it just to get a reaction out of Peter. But by the end of the night, Peter had accepted his fate.

As May said her goodbyes, she patted Peter on the back. "Good luck, sweetie. You're going to need it."

Peter just groaned, rubbing his temples. "Thanks, Aunt May."

After she left, you turned to Peter, still grinning. "Well, that could've gone worse."

Peter gave you a halfhearted glare. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance," you replied, chuckling.

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