The nursery preparations were in full swing. The once-empty room at Stark Tower was now a hive of activity, with Morgan, Harley, and even Steve painting walls while Peter and Tony oversaw every detail. The walls were being transformed into a serene, celestial blue, dotted with tiny golden stars.
MJ, however, sat on the plush armchair near the window, her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.
“I can paint, you know,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
Peter turned from where he was sorting through a box of baby clothes. “Absolutely not. You’re supposed to be resting.”
MJ raised an eyebrow. “I’m pregnant, Peter, not made of glass.”
“Exactly,” Tony interjected, stepping into the room with a clipboard. “You’re carrying Stark heirs. You don’t lift a finger unless it’s to eat or wave me over for snacks.”
MJ rolled her eyes. “You two are ridiculous.”
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An Unstoppable MJ
When everyone turned back to their tasks, MJ quietly got up and grabbed a small brush. She dipped it into the gold paint and started adding tiny stars to the wall.
It wasn’t long before Peter noticed. “MJ!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her side.
She looked at him innocently. “What? I’m just painting.”
“You’re supposed to be sitting down,” Peter said, gently taking the brush from her hand.
“I’m bored!” she protested. “And this is our nursery, Peter. I want to be part of this.”
Tony appeared beside them, arms crossed. “You can be part of it from that chair. It’s ergonomically designed for pregnant women. I spent a fortune on it.”
MJ glared at him. “Tony, I’m not going to break.”
“No, but you might trip, or overexert yourself, or—” Tony began, only for Steve to cut him off.
“Tony, maybe let her decide what she can handle,” Steve said gently, giving MJ a supportive smile.
Peter groaned. “Pops, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am,” Steve replied. “But MJ’s a Stark now. That means she’s as stubborn as the rest of us.”
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A Compromise
“Fine,” Peter relented, running a hand through his hair. “But only light tasks. No climbing ladders or carrying heavy stuff.”
MJ smiled triumphantly and kissed his cheek. “Deal.”
Tony still looked hesitant but finally sighed. “Alright, but if I see you doing anything risky, I’m calling Bruce for a full medical exam.”
MJ rolled her eyes but nodded.
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The Nursery Takes Shape
With MJ adding her personal touches, the nursery quickly came together. She painted tiny constellations above the cribs, while Morgan helped arrange the toys in neat little bins.
Harley was busy assembling the cribs with Peter, who kept rechecking the screws every few minutes.
“Dude,” Harley said, exasperated. “The crib’s not going to fall apart. I’ve built suits of armor more fragile than this.”
Peter glared at him. “This is for my kids. It has to be perfect.”
Morgan laughed from across the room. “He’s going to be that dad, isn’t he?”
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓
FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
