Your friendly neighborhood Spider-baby
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Outside your bedroom window the sun is starting to rise, and cars are driving by. Your head lays on Peter's chest and a leg of yours is thrown over him. You start to stir when Peter begins to wake up. Those infamous Spidey Senses are especially helpful right now because he can feel that something is wrong with Charlotte.
"Mornin', bug. I think I hear something in Charlie's room, and it does not sound good at all." He whispers.
You readjust and sit up at that statement.
Both of you practically jog to your daughter's room and fling open the door. Charlotte stands in her crib aggressively shaking it, so aggressively that it's simply unnatural that a baby could do that. Your face contorts in shock, and you look between Peter and your daughter.
"I guess I was right about having a 'Spider baby'." You chuckle.
"Yeah, I know this is our first kid, but I don't think that's normal. If I hadn't secured the crib, she'd be falling on her face from doing that."
Peter walks over to the crib and plucks her right out. She babbles incoherently at him and grabs onto his shirt.
"You can't be doing that, lovebug, you just have to wait for mommy and daddy to get you in the morning." He coos.
She side eyes him and buries her head further into his chest. He walks into the kitchen with you trailing behind and tries to set Charlotte down in her Pack 'n Play yet he can't. Her little hands stick to his shirt with seemingly no way to get them off. His brows furrow and he looks only to realize, her hands aren't actually holding on to him, she's just sticking to him with her hands flat.
"She got the sticky hands too?" He says incredulously.
You laugh from pure shock and tickle her until her hands finally unstick from him. Her giggles fill the quiet of the apartment and she squirms until you set her in the Pack 'n Play. She plops down and immediately throws her pacifier. You let out a sigh and hug Peter. He hugs you just a little tighter and places a kiss on the crown of your head.
"This sucks. Who knew I'd have a baby with Spiderman powers?"
"Evidently me. I feel like we kind of cursed ourselves with always calling her 'lovebug', Pete."
"Yeah, probably or Spiderbaby." He chuckles
"She'll be okay though. At this point, she's like seven months old, the only time her super strength would bad is breaking toys or something."
Peter laughs at that as he opens the fridge and grabs the tub of yogurt. You yawn and lean against Peter, putting your head on his shoulder from behind as he mixes yogurt and berries for Charlotte. You take Charlotte out of her Pack 'n Play and fake groan as you do.
"Oooh my gosh, you're getting so big, Charlie."
She babbles excitedly and squishes your cheeks. You slide her into her highchair and clip on the tray. Peter places her bowl on the tray and pushes down on it so the suction cups stick.
"I don't think those suction cups will work anymore." He remarks lightly.
"Yeah, probably not." You chuckle.
Charlotte squishes the strawberries and raspberries and rubs the juicies on her chair before sticking her hands in the bowl. Then she sticks her entire face in and eats it that way. The bowl ends up on her head with fruit stained yogurt dripping on her.
"Charlie! We just gave you a bath last night." You groan for real this time.
She giggles and claps her hands, "Dada!"
"Yeah, lovebug? What's up?" He holds in a laugh at the sight of her.
"Dada, Dada, Dada, up!" She throws her hands in the air and reaches for him.
He unbuckles her and carries her into the bathroom.
"Hey, bug?" He calls out to you.
"Can you wipe off her highchair?"
You find him in the bathroom sitting on the closed toilet seat checking the water temperature and bouncing Charlotte on his knee.
"Just asked if you'd wipe off her highchair. I feel like the berries will stain it."
"Yeah, sure." You shrug and walk right back to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Charlotte splashes around in the bath and Peter rubs green apple scented shampoo into her dark curls. She squirms in place but quickly leans into his touch. She repeatedly babbles 'dada' until he wraps her in a hooded pink towel and covers her chubby cheeks in kisses. Her contagious laughter echoes through the bathroom and hallway and he places her on the ground while he looks for an outfit for her.
You soon join them and give Peter a chaste kiss before putting a diaper on Charlotte.
"Hi, lottie, look at those rolls." You coo at her, gently squishing her chubby thighs.
She grabs your shirt and pulls you close to try to kiss you but it's really just slobbering on you. She tries to pull away after a minute but her hand is stuck.
"Hey, baby?" You call nervously.
"Yeah?" He says back absentmindedly.
"She's stuck again. How much do you care about this shirt." You admit.
"Considering that's a faded D.A.R.E shirt I got as a kid, she can rip it all she wants." He remarks.
Her fist closes a few times and surprisingly she comes unstuck. You pick her up and place her down in her crib, handing her a pacifier. Her eyes flutter closed and she falls asleep soon after. Both you and Peter walk to the living room and flop onto the couch.
"Spiderbaby..." You whisper incredulously.
"Yeah, Spiderbaby..." He whispers back with a smile on his face, kissing you, completely relaxed.
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