Tom Holland/Peter Parker Sickfics

~ Baby Spider ~

Not my fan art

Summary: Peter is sick so his Dad, Tony, has to take care of him while his Mom, Pepper, is away on a business trip.

Peter is roughly 1 years old, enjoy x

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Tony's Pov:
I woke up in an empty bed this morning, Pepper left to go on a business trip last night so I had a king sized bed all to myself which sounded great at first but now it just made me feel lonely. I rolled over and buried my face into Pepper's pillow, I could smell her perfume on it, it was quite a subtle scent but it reminded me of her.

I laid there for a while, stretching out across the mattress to try and wake myself up as I planned out in my head what I was going to make myself for breakfast. Today felt like an oatmeal kind of day, that should set me up for today's meeting with the Avengers, and playing with little Peter. I was hoping to get some quality one on one time with him.

"Good morning, Sir. I came to inform you that Peter is awake and crying." I heard FRIDAY say, I sat up immediately.

"Alright, I'll be right with him." I said as I put on my dressing gown and slippers. I walked across the hall to Peter's room, even before I opened the door I could hear his crys. It broke my heart. I opened the door and saw him sat up in his crib, vomit all around him and down his onesie, tears streaming down his pink tinted cheeks.

"Aww Buddy." I cooed, reaching down to pick him up, making sure I don't get too messy myself. But I wasn't in the mood for oatmeal anymore.

"Not feeling well, huh?" I said as I felt his forehead with the back of my hand.

"You're warm, Bug. Let's get you in the tub, make you nice and clean." I said softly as I took him into the bathroom, I turned on the faucets to get a nice ratio of water coming out so it wasn't too hot or cold for him.

I helped him change out of his soiled onesie and took off his wet diaper, he was still upset. He made grabby hands for me, I picked him up and held him close to my chest and he cried into my shoulder.

"Sh-sh-sh, I got you Buddy, Daddy's got you." I cooed softly, trying to calm him down. Crying would only make him feel worse but when you dont have many words in your vocabulary then that was going to be his main form if communication.

"D-Dada." Peter sniffled, sounding as miserable as ever. But he was starting to calm down a bit now.

"Dada's right here." I said as I rubbed his back, he was still a little teary but no longer sobbing. I put him in the water, mixed in some bubbles to try and cheer him up as I washed the remains of vomit off his body with a cloth.

He didn't put up a fight when I washed him, even when I ran some soap through his hair. For his age he had quite a lot of hair, it was very curly but very soft.

"There you go, squeaky clean." I said as I put a handful of bubbles on his head, Peter managed a small giggle before he started shivering. The water must be getting cold.

"Let's get you all snuggly, Bug." I said picking up a fresh towel, I picked him up and wrapped him in it before taking out the bath plug. I sat Peter on his floor rug as I got him a fresh onesie and his diaper bag. I knew he liked this onesie, it was all fluffy and made him look like a teddy bear.

I put the fresh diaper on him before dressing him in his onesie, that ought to keep him warm.

"You all cosy now?" I cooed softly as I picked him back up, he immediately cuddled into my chest, his hair still damp but very curly. I rubbed his back as swayed lightly to try and relax him, not too much though because I didn't want to jolt his stomach.