Peter and Mayday are usually never working a late shift. It has a lot to do with the fact Mayday is still in diapers. Matter of fact, it’s rare for Mayday to be out later than 8 PM. But unfortunately for Y/n, being in the medical field meant that if they called for last minute shift pick ups, she’d take it with no questions asked.
With her working late and Peter needing to do patrol, Mayday had no choice but to tag along. But that mean messing up Mayday’s sleep schedule. That alone, made her just like every other normal baby. Cranky, loud, fussy, and everything but calm. If Peter wasn’t so busy trying to soothe her nerves, he’d be crying along with her.
It wasn’t a smooth night shift for nurse Y/n either. Being an ER nurse meant soothing the nerves of many sick and ill children. She didn’t mind it though. Being a nurturing person was one of many good qualities that she had. The reason Peter fell head over heals for her. But just because she didn’t mind it, didn’t mean it didn’t wear her out.
The clock strikes 3 AM. Both Peter and Mayday enter through one of the windows of their two bedroom home even though Y/n strictly says no to entering that way. Mayday, still fussy as ever, creates an echo throughout the home as Peter sluggishly walks through the hallway and into his bedroom. He takes the baby carrier off and throws it into the corner of the room carelessly, holding Mayday in one hand. He sighs, listening to the front door unlock. “Mama must be home Mayday.” He says bouncing her in his arm slowly in attempt to hush the cries.
Y/n walks to their bedroom with a sigh, equally sluggishly and sleepy. Looking at Peter who is evidently burnt out and exhausted, there was a clear understanding that both of them were in sleep debt. Y/n puts her bag down, giving Peter a kiss on the lips before carefully grabbing Mayday out of Peters calloused hands. “Hey baby girl…” Y/n whispers, holding Mayday in her embrace while rocking side by side.
Peter looks at Y/n and his daughter with a smile. Though Mayday wasn’t biologically Y/n’s, the bond created between the two of them made Peter’s heart melt through his chest. It was clear that from the beginning, Y/n was Maydays mother. The two girls he loved together was enough to calm his fatigue. Sitting on the edge of their bed, his eyes soften listening to Maydays sobs turn into coos and giggles. Y/n makes eye contact with Peter, soon joining him on the edge of the bed. “How was your shift?”
He closes the space between them, his head resting on her shoulder as he looks down at Mayday who slowly drifts off to sleep in Y/n’s arms. “It felt like the week Mayday started teething. What about yours?” He whispers making Y/n giggle quietly.
Y/n shakes her head. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
He nods his head fully understanding why she must not want to speak about it. Standing up slowly, he yawns whilst stretching. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back to put her to bed.” She nods watching him enter their bathroom.
Peter comes back after a bit, dressed in sweatpants and no shirt. Ringing his hair with his towel, he puts it away before coming back to Y/n and Mayday. “Alright Y/n-” shutting his lips that curl into a small grin, he chuckles quietly seeing Y/n and Mayday cuddled together, snores leaving both of their mouths.
He carefully climbs into his side of their bed, wrapping his arm around his family, looking at Y/n’s eyes flutter open. “Just for tonight.”
Humming in response, he brings both of them closer to him. A smile on his face as he closes his eyes as well.
