𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Curious Little Benji

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Pregnant! Reader

Warnings → awkward conversations

Summary → Ben asks his parents how babies are made, leading to a sweet, humorous family moment.

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You're sitting on the couch, your legs stretched out in front of you, leaning slightly against Peter. He's wrapped an arm protectively around you, and his other hand rests on your ever-growing belly. Every so often, you feel the baby kick, and Peter's eyes light up with that same joy he's had ever since you told him the news.

Ben, your four-year-old son, is sitting on the floor in front of you, absorbed in stacking his colorful Legos into a tall tower. He occasionally glances over at you and your tummy, his little brows furrowed in concentration as if there's something he's been thinking about for a while.

You can see it in his eyes. He's going to ask the question soon.

And sure enough, after a few more moments of silence, Ben puts down his Lego brick, crawls up onto the couch next to you, and rests his tiny hand on your belly. His eyes are wide with curiosity as he looks between you and Peter.

"Mama," Ben begins, his voice as sweet as ever, "how did the baby get in your tummy?"

Peter freezes, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. It's one of those moments you knew would come eventually, but it's still hilarious to see Peter's reaction. His face flushes, and he shifts a little uncomfortably beside you.

"Well," you start, smoothing Ben's curly hair with your hand, "the baby grows inside me, sweetheart."

Ben tilts his head, clearly unsatisfied with the vague answer. "But how did the baby get in there?" He asks, tapping on your tummy as if knocking on a door.

Peter clears his throat, his voice cracking slightly when he speaks. "Uh, well, Benji, it's... you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much..."

You shoot Peter a glare, knowing the classic answer isn't going to satisfy Ben. He's a sharp kid-gets that from his dad.

"Peter," you whisper, nudging him with your elbow. "You're going to confuse him more."

Peter raises his hands in surrender, flashing you a sheepish grin. "Okay, okay." He turns to Ben. "So, buddy, do you remember how you build things with your Legos? You take the pieces and connect them together to make something new, right?"

Ben nods eagerly. "Yeah! I make towers and cars and dinosaurs!"

"Exactly," Peter says, ruffling Ben's hair. "Well, just like how you build things, mommy and daddy worked together to help build the baby, kind of like putting pieces together to make a new person."

Ben scrunches his nose. "Like Legos?"

You laugh softly, reaching down to take Ben's tiny hand in yours. "Not exactly like Legos, but you've got the right idea. The baby started as something very small, and now they're growing bigger and bigger inside me."

Ben leans closer to your belly, his eyes wide with awe as if he's imagining the baby like a little Lego creation. "Why is your tummy so big?" He asks innocently, patting your bump with both hands now.

You grin, feeling the baby shift slightly under his touch. "That's because the baby is growing bigger every day, and they need more space in there."

Peter chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your belly. "Yeah, and your little brother or sister is kicking up a storm in there. Maybe they're practicing being a superhero like me."

Ben's eyes light up. "Really? They're gonna have superpowers?"

Peter laughs, winking at you. "Who knows, buddy? Maybe they'll have powers, maybe they won't. But they'll definitely be special."

You smile, your heart swelling with love as you watch Peter and Ben interact. Peter's always been such an amazing father, and you love how he's able to make even the trickiest questions sound like an exciting adventure.

Ben, however, is still full of questions. He frowns slightly, deep in thought. "But why does the baby have to be in your tummy, Mommy? Why not in Daddy's?"

Peter makes a dramatic, exaggerated face, clutching his stomach as if imagining himself pregnant. "Oh, buddy, you don't want Daddy carrying the baby. I wouldn't be able to swing around the city with a belly this big!"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Trust me, he would be a disaster if he had to carry the baby. I'm doing all the heavy lifting here."

Ben giggles at the thought of his daddy swinging through New York with a pregnant belly, but his curiosity isn't quite satisfied yet. "When's the baby gonna come out?"

You exchange a quick glance with Peter, both of you smiling at how determined Ben is to understand everything.

"Soon," you say softly, rubbing your belly again. "The baby will come out when they're ready. They still need to grow a little bit more."

Peter nods, leaning in closer to kiss your temple. "And when they're ready, you'll get to be a big brother, Benji. You'll have someone to play with, someone to teach all your superhero moves to."

Ben's face lights up at the idea of being a big brother. He puffs out his chest with pride, standing tall on the couch. "I'm gonna teach them how to build towers and fight bad guys like you, Daddy!"

Peter grins, reaching out to give Ben a high-five. "That's the spirit, buddy."

Suddenly, the baby kicks hard, and Ben gasps, his eyes going wide as he feels the movement under his hand. "Whoa! The baby kicked!"

You smile, sharing a knowing look with Peter as you both watch Ben's excitement grow. "Yep, the baby's saying hello."

"Hi, baby!" Ben says loudly, pressing his face against your belly, his little hands still resting on your bump. "I'm your big brother, and I'm gonna take care of you!"

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you watch the sweet scene unfold. Peter notices and leans in to kiss your cheek, whispering, "We're so lucky, aren't we?"

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Yeah, we really are."

Ben pulls back and looks at you with wide, innocent eyes. "Mommy, when the baby comes, will they play Legos with me?"

You laugh, wiping at your eyes. "One day, they will. But for now, they'll be very small. You'll have to be gentle with them, okay?"

Ben nods eagerly. "I can do that! I'll be the best big brother ever!"

You and Peter exchange another look, both of you filled with so much love for this little family you've created.

"I have no doubt about that, Benji," Peter says, wrapping his arm around you and Ben. "You're already the best big brother in the world."

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