𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Wrapped in Bubble Wrap

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Pregnancy, Overprotective Behavior, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Hormonal Mood Swings, Fluff, Domestic, Light Humor

Summary →Peter panics when he finds his six-months-pregnant wife dancing.

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The bass of the music thumped through the apartment, making the floor vibrate slightly under your feet. You had your phone plugged into the speakers, playing an upbeat song as you moved around the living room, dancing, jumping, and just vibing in your own little world. Your hair swayed with your movements, your oversized shirt stretched slightly over your growing belly, and you felt free, happy, and light for the first time in days.

You didn't hear the bedroom window slide open, nor did you notice the quiet footsteps of your husband, Peter Parker, as he climbed into the apartment after his patrol. He was exhausted, his body sore from fighting criminals all night, but the moment he heard the loud music blasting from the living room, he smiled. It was rare to see you in such high spirits lately, and it warmed his heart.

He changed quickly, slipping out of his suit and into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt before walking toward the living room, still smiling to himself. But the moment his eyes landed on you-his six-months-pregnant wife jumping up and down like there was no tomorrow-his heart dropped.

"Y/n!" He yelled over the loud music, his voice full of panic.

You spun around, startled, and quickly reached for your phone to pause the music. "Peter, hey-"

"Are you out of your freaking mind!?" He burst out, striding toward you. His hands hovered around you like he wanted to catch you in case you collapsed. "You're six months pregnant, babe! You can't just jump up and down like that! Is the baby okay?!"

You blinked at him, your good mood immediately deflating. You knew he was just worried, but ever since your bump started showing, Peter had been hovering over you like an overprotective mother hen, not letting you do anything remotely fun or even mildly strenuous. You couldn't even reach for the top shelf without him nearly having a heart attack.

"I was just having fun," you mumbled, sinking down onto the couch with a sigh.

Peter ran a hand through his messy curls, still breathing heavily like he had just watched you jump off a skyscraper instead of just dancing in the living room. "Fun? Babe, you could have hurt yourself! What if you tripped? What if you fell on your stomach? Do you know how dangerous that is?"

Your hormones were already making you emotional, and his scolding-his constant need to keep you wrapped in bubble wrap-was making your eyes sting. You tried to hold it in, but the tears spilled over before you could stop them.

"I feel so useless," you whispered, wiping your cheeks quickly. "You don't even let me enjoy anything."

Peter immediately shut up, his expression shifting from panic to guilt in a split second. "Babe..." he knelt down in front of you, reaching for your hands. "No, no, no, don't cry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that."

"You never let me do anything," you sniffled, pulling your hands away. "I know you're just worried, but I'm pregnant, Peter. Not broken."

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his face before looking back up at you with soft, brown eyes. "I know," he admitted. "I just-I can't lose you. Or the baby. And I know I can't control everything, but I want to protect you, y'know? I want to keep you safe."

You sniffled again, biting your lip as you looked at him. He was trying, really, but you needed him to understand. "I just want to feel normal, Pete. For a little while. I don't want to feel like I'm being treated like glass every second of the day."

Peter hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay. Okay, I get it." He took a deep breath. "How about... I don't freak out next time you dance? But maybe... just keep the jumping to a minimum?"

You let out a watery laugh, rolling your eyes. "Fine."

He smiled, relieved, and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. "You're doing amazing, babe. And I promise, I'll try to chill out."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "That's all I need."

He kissed your cheek before pulling away. "Now... wanna teach me some of those dance moves?"

You laughed, wiping away the last of your tears. "You're gonna regret that."

"Doubt it," he grinned, pulling you up and spinning you around gently. And for the first time in a while, everything felt just right.

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