“I don’t want to move, you’re too comfy.” (Ladies choice on muses)
Brig huffed at Peter and continued poking his shoulder before giving a soft laugh. It was funny how one minute she could be annoyed and the next she was laughing. Guess that was the power of Peter Parker. Like now, early in the morning when she should be getting up and going into the bakery to see if any help was needed (and it was her day off at that) and what was she doing? Running her fingers through Peter’s hair as his head rested on her stomach. “You’re lucky you’re cute, fine, you can stay here for...half an hour more and then we’re getting up. No and’s, ifs or buts!”






