After arriving to my apartment, my stomach gets butterflies just like I did when Peter and I first started dating.
"No, Micco! Not the white converses! Those are her favorite pair!"
Hold on. Who in the world is Micco? Despite my curiosity, this fiasco going on behind my door sounds so adorable that I want to listen just a little bit longer before I insert my key and turn the knob.
"You want her to like you, little man, not despise you. Here, you hungry? This may taste a little better than shoe rubber."
I can't wait any longer, so I enter my living room with an open mind and heart. I see Peter Benjamin Parker sitting in the floor with the cutest puppy I've ever seen in my entire life sitting in his lap.
"Tada! Surprise! I love you! Don't hate me!"
"Wait," I say while giggling and pull out my phone to take a picture.
"Give me this little guy! Oh my gosh! He's precious," I kiss the puppy's nose, "Hello, Mr. Micco. I'm your Mommy. Yes I am! And this is your Daddy. Yes he is! And this is your home! And your Mommy and Daddy love you so much already. Yes we do!"
"Hey, do I get a kiss for getting the little devil?"
I laugh and walk over and kiss him on the nose like I did Micco, which makes him attempt to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the bedroom.
"Pete!" I break through my laughter, "Micco has to be put up! Did you get a pen for him?"
"Yes, dear. It's in the laundry room. I'll put him up for the night. You go take off your makeup and get ready for bed. I've got the little one."
After cleaning my face and settling in my cozy sheets, I hear two of my favorite sounds: Peter's whispers and his footsteps across my hardwood floor throughout my hallway and bedroom.
"Our child is nearly asleep already," he shouts in a whisper and tip toes to the bed. He then takes off his shirt and changes into his gym shorts.
He gently pulls back the covers, on the side that he always dominates, and slides into them. Watching him through the dim light of the lamp on the night table and the shadows he's casting on the wall is so sexy yet so majestic.
I reach for him just as he reaches for the lamp, and my hand dances from his stubbly cheek to his collar bone and plant kisses on his neck.
"I've missed you, baby," he bites his lip.
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Bitten
FanfictionPeter maybe able to save others from danger, but can he save himself? He goes through many things that test his ability to continue on. His main priority is her and he must keep her safe, but that's hard after her father requests that he stays awa...
