Evan Peters Drabbles

Prompts #1 & 8 (Part 4)

REQUESTED: Can you do a part 4 [of prompts #1 & 8 with Quicksilver] please?

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"I got it!" Peter yelled from the basement as he rushed upstairs into the small nursery his mom had decorated for her granddaughter. You were currently in the kitchen, helping Magda with some chores as Lorna was having a tea party in the living room & Peter was downstairs tidying up his & yours room. Nearly two years ago, you & Peter had accidentally gotten married, moved in together, went on a Honeymoon, & had a baby together. Peter was so excited about this whole ordeal, especially becoming a dad. He wouldn't shut up about it the whole time you were pregnant, chattering non-stop at a million miles a minute about how he couldn't wait to teach the baby how to run & introduce them to Pink Floyd & Rush, among many other bands. And when your baby finally arrived, he talked even more & faster than before. He would talk well into the late hours of the night about how much he loved the baby & being a dad, putting you to sleep quite often.

Speak of the Devil, Peter suddenly turned up in the kitchen, cradling his daughter, who was sporting a Pink Floyd onesie, courtesy of Peter, as he fed her gently. He smiled as he watched her eat, her little hands reaching up to try & grab the bottle. You & Magda both stopped what you were doing to watch the two, happy about the cute sight.

When she finished drinking, Peter gently held her upto his shoulder & gently began to pat her back, trying to get her to burp, "I never thought I'd see the day that my trouble-maker son settled down & became a father," Magda whispered beside you.

"Oh, trust me, no one did," you grinned, Peter finally getting her to burp. He continued to hold her in that position as he rubbed her back soothingly & walked over to you to greet you.

He smiled & gave you a kiss, "I'm getting pretty good at this, huh, Wifey?"

You laughed, "You're a natural," he grinned at that. He was still clad in his favorite pajamas, his hair disheveled & his eyes tired, but that bright smile never seemed to leave his glorious face. You seemed to fall in love with him all over again each & every day, & despite how crazy these last two years were, you wouldn't trade them for the world.

"Can I hold her?" you all turned to see Lorna, standing in the kitchen doorway in her signature pink dress & tiara, with a cute look on her face.

Peter grinned, "Of course you can, Lorns," he gently crouched down by his little sister & gently held his daughter towards her, "Now, just put your hand behind her head like this, & then wrap your other arm around her waist like this," he demonstrated before he carefully passed his daughter into his sister's arms. She was extremely careful as she held her niece close, smiling at the small bundle in her arms. Peter watched them both for a while, until Magda became a bit nervous about Lorna holding your four month old baby.

"Come on, Sweetie; we can go hold & play with Wanda on the couch," she said before she gently took Wanda out of Lorna's hands. The three of them left the kitchen, leaving you & Peter alone.

Peter wasted no time in pulling you close & kissing you. You rolled your eyes at his eagerness but kissed him back nonetheless. He gently held your waist, massaging your hips softly. You purred against his lips, letting your hands tangle into his silver locks. He giggled softly as you tugged on his hair, the small action reverberating against your mouth. It made you want to pull him impossibly closer, but Peter, being the caring husband he was, wouldn't let it get that far. He pulled away gently, laughing a little, "Whoa, slow down, there. You know what the doctor said: no canoodling for six months."