Tom Holland Imagines

Perfect Pumpkin (Peter Parker)

The wind and cold instantly brushed against my bare arms and legs.

"Holy shit it's cold," I exclaimed jumping and running back into my apartment. My husband Peter was chuckling looking at me as he leaned up against the wall. "Oh shut up, you do it too but just later in the year."

"I know anyway, with the weather are we going to the pumpkin patch today?" I nodded and pushed him before walking to our room. We both got changed for the day and then Peter started the car as I was looking up great pumpkin patch place we can go to.

Once we got there I saw kids running and jumping in the leaves while others took pictures in the cardboard cutouts.

"Look at all the kids," I said my eyes glued on them.

"Yeah, what if we got one of our own," Peter murmured shyly tucking his head into the side of my head.

"Hold in boy, later now I want to find pumpkins," I said moving him and walking to the actual patch. "We have to find the perfect one!"

"What if there is no such thing," Peter said walking behind me.

"See there is but if this place doesn't have the one then we will find one and say it is perfect," I explained landing my eyes on the perfect pumpkin. "Like this, this is the perfect pumpkin."

"Yeah but there is only one of them," Peter said.

"We can find the next one," I exclaimed. We walked around finding the next perfect pumpkin for Peter. Soon Peter's feet were sore and he was complaining. All of a sudden there was a large boom and a while group of people dropped from helicopters that were up in the sky. I looked at Peter worried as he grabbed me and dragged me to the car.

"I am going to go out there. I want you to drive to the house ok," Peter said changing into his suit. I nodded and put on the seatbelt. "I love you."

"I love you too. Be careful," I warned and drove off to our house.

I was stuck at my house by myself for 4 hours and I was starting to get worried about Peter. I called him many times but he never answered so I just sat in our kitchen staring at the pumpkin. Then I heard a soft click and some footsteps. Staring in the doorway was Peter and he was holding a pumpkin.

"I had to get the perfect pumpkin," he said. I laughed and ran to him as he kissed the top of my head.