Heroes Reader Inserts

Peter Petrelli

"Peter Petrelli you are the worlds biggest but smartest idiot." You say, taking a plush animal from your husband. You were six months pregnant and the two of you were shopping for baby stuff. Neither of you knew the gender, so everything had to be gender neutral at the moment.

"It's cute I thought you'd like it." Peter defended, picking it back up and smiling. It was a green octopus, bigger in size so kids can't stuff the tentacles down their throats.

"You're such a goof." You laugh, shrugging and putting the plush octopus into the cart. It was quite a cute thing.

"Well, I'm gonna be a fun dad. I think." Peter said, suddenly his eyes widening.

"No, no doing this in the middle of the store." You say, holding his hand. Every so often, Peter would panic that he would be like his father, which was something he really didn't want to be.

"Okay okay I'll try not to." Peter said, taking a shaky breath before looking at baby stuff again. Peter had never really taken care of babies before, this was all brand new to him.

"Good boy." You say, ruffling his hair and kissing him.

After three months, you had a baby boy. His name was Jackson Petrelli. Peter rocked him, gazing down at the baby in his arms. Jackson was sound asleep, the octopus in his arms.

"He sure loves that thing." You mutter, waking up from a nap you were taking. Peter glanced over at you, turning around so your baby boy was visible to you in his arms. Despite being buried in the plush octopus.

"Will he love it more than us?.." Peter asked, his eyes widening as he slowly looked up once again. You signed and motioned for him to come by you, he did.

You held your son in your arms and Peter laid beside you on the small hospital bed. "Peter, he will love both of us. You will be a great dad and things will be just fine." You say, exhausted. You didn't have much more go say from being so tired after nineteen hours of labor.

"You sure?" Peter asked, gently running his hand along the side of Jackson's face. Jackson smiled slightly in his sleep, the plush octopus still the object of his admiration.

"Certain." You say, just as Jackson woke up and choked a little before crying. "Now, you take care of him and bond with our son while I sleep." You say, rolling over and dozing off.

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