Responsibility: Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

Married Life... And It's Side Effects

Downtown New York, (L/N) Residence, 2016.

"Dada!"

(Y/N) opened his eyes with a groan when he felt chubby little paws slapping his cheeks.

"Dada! Dada!" (Y/N) quietly, yet with great care caught his little gremlin's hands.

This was a normal occurrence for him. It was often little Steph would wake up when Gwen did and then proceed to wake him up.

As for Gwen, Well the smell of something cooking... or rather... Burning, Answered that riddle for him.

She had been trying her hand at cooking ever since their little muffin grew up. Although she still couldn't walk, she had learned to crawl.

And crawl she did.

"Dadaaaaa!" She shouted again and this time (Y/N) looked at her instead of the ceiling. 

That's when she stopped and stared at her father. 

Despite her small stature next to him, her eyes were incredibly expressive, and at this moment, all they conveyed was a smile of triumph.

"Muffin... Good morning." (Y/N) sighed and brought her closer to him, making her sleep on his other arm, using it as a pillow.

"Dada... Mama ca- ca- Mama!" She then pointed at the door to their bedroom.

Which opened just as Gwen popped in.

She had not been dressed for the day, still wearing (Y/N)'s T-Shirt from last night, It covered her entire torso and enough of her legs.

She had a plate in her hands and (Y/N) realized that was where the smell was coming from.

"Morning, Dear~" Gwen said in a sing-song voice as she put the plate on their nightstand. "Did little Steph wake you up?"

"Uh-huh... Look at her, all content with herself." (Y/N) and Gwen both chuckled at seeing their daughter smile and cuddle with (Y/N)'s arm.

"Hm... Our little muffin." She looked at her and then at him, "Is Noise awake?"

"I think so..."

GO AWAY...

"Yeah, he's awake."

"Hey, Noisey boy... I got breakfast for you..." Gwen had a smile on her face as if she wasn't just trying to get rid of the burnt breakfast.

Noise just grumbled and extended a tendril towards the 'Pancakes' and consumed them before presumably going back to sleep.

"Phew, Now that my experiment is taken care of, why don't you actually cook us something edible, huh, Honey?" Gwen sweetly snaked her way onto the bed to convince her husband.

"This is the third time this week... Gwen..." (Y/N) shook his head and resisted her charms... for a moment.

He cracked when she fluttered her eyelashes at him, what was worse was when Stephanie joined in too, attempting to copy her mother.

"Ugh, fine..." (Y/N) gently moved Steph to her mother's arm and moved the blanket off of himself revealing his bare torso.

He was quite a state of statuesque art and Gwen ogled him without mercy.

"Quit staring at me like I'm a piece of meat, Mrs. (L/N)." (Y/N) walked towards their door, a smirk on his face as he looked back over his shoulder.

"Then why are you built like one?" Gwen cheekily replied, placing a giggling Stephanie in her lap to play with her.