tom holland oneshots

unplanned pt. II

warnings : cursing? just baby business 

summary : the avengers (and may) meet reader & peter's baby

word count : 1300

(requested) hope you like it! i'm hoping to hit all of my requests today, so bare with me and thanks for being patient! :)

The last year of college was a bit of a bumpy ride, but eventually you and Peter graduated and got your degrees. Only Peter moved on to his job and you were on maternity leave. 

It was strange. Odd, out of the ordinary, abnormal. To you, at least. There was life inside of you, growing and evolving and thriving. Another heart beating because of you and Peter, because of your love (albeit it's also because of your carelessness, but that was entirely neither of your faults). The amount of nights you laid awake in the dark just caressing your stomach and whispering to the unborn child were countless, and Peter often scolded you for doing such things because "you need to sleep for you and the baby." 

Only now, you didn't have to do that. There was no baby inside of you anymore. Instead, he was resting peacefully in Peter's arms as you rested on the hospital bed next to him. It had been a good three hours after the birth process, and you seized the opportunity to rest and leave your child with Peter, sweet and gentle and caring Peter.  You weren't sure if he was still crying -- he was when you drifted off to sleep -- but you were fairly certain he was still teary. 

When you woke, Peter kissed your forehead and gave you Anthony -- that's right: Anthony Benjamin Parker was the newest addition to your small family. You couldn't wait for Tony and May to meet him. His eyes sparkled just like Peter's; held galaxies you could get lost in and ocean's you could drown in. Though fresh and a bit chubby, you could already tell which of the features were more like yours and which were most like Peter's. The thought made you smile; you created life. 

"Peter?" You whispered, holding the baby. 

"Yeah?" he whispered back, watching the interaction between you, a brand new mother and her  baby. 

"Do you wanna let everyone in? I know May and all the Avengers have probably been waiting for awhile." 

"Actually, it's just May. I told the Avengers to go home because one: they took up the entire waiting room and two: they grabbed too much attention."

You giggled at Peter's slight ramble before nodding. "Yeah, that seems like a better plan. But at least let May in."

"Of course." 

Two minutes later, you heard a gasp just as Peter entered the room with his aunt, and she rushed to sit by your side, gazing at the sleeping baby, watching him take every breath, his small chest moving up and down comfortingly. 

"Aww," she squealed. "Look at the little baby," she dragged out the final syllable, and Peter's cheeks grew a blush and his hands got clammy. "What's-" she started hesitantly. "What's his name?" 

You looked up and directly at Peter, and he smiled softly at you, grateful and lovingly. 

"Anthony Benjamin Parker," he said with a smile. 

May stood up straight, looking at Peter as she silently made her way over to him. She engulfed him in a hug, her embrace all too familiar with Peter, and she lightly cried into his shoulder. 

"He would be so proud." 

***

About two days later, you were discharged from the hospital. Peter was holding the baby in his car seat and you were empty handed except for the small duffel bag. Happy's car was waiting by the curb, and Peter and you both got into the backseat and into the view of Happy's excited and intrigued eyes.