Long limbs stretched out across the bed as a yawn made its way out of his mouth. His arm was draped over Mary Jane’s chest, their feet brushing together. He was close to falling asleep, feeling heavy in the bed, letting his body go limp. But he heard a groan coming from the other side of the bed. In response, he groaned back. These were the conversations they had during the late night and early morning, just expressing their pain, frustration, or exhaustion by way of grunts while the other showed understanding.
Peter turned his head to the side, eyes opening to see the redhead with a crease in her brow and eyelids squeezed shut. She was trying her best not to complain, but it was hard not to when there was something, some living thing growing inside of her. His hand came up to her cheek, pads of his fingers gently drawing lines in her skin. They were in this together. She had to endure those nine months and he had to do his best to make them endurable for her.
He shifted in the bed so that his head rested on her chest, hand resting against her rounded belly. ❝Let your mom sleep, wouldja?❞ He spoke in a quiet voice. ❝She’s been going through a lot for you, give her a break. She loves you a ton, so just help her out, alright?❞ Using whatever weary strength he could muster, he brought his face near her stomach, pressing a long kiss to her skin. His head came down to her chest again, feeling her heart beat under his ear.