A/N: In light of father’s day, here are some Peter Maximoff father drabbles, focusing more on the pregnancy of his significant other, up to the birth. Based after what happens in my oneshot‘Excuse Me, What?’
Title: Insecure. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Female!Reader. Words: 2190. (Total of 7 drabbles) Rating: T (Mentions of sex).
No.1.
“Peter,” You pressed a hand to the side of your stomach with a small gasp. The silver haired man mumbled slightly next to you, turning his head on his pillow and murmuring a small, ‘I’m trying to sleep’. “Peter!”
“Whhhaaattt?” He opened his eyes, peeping at the clock Groaning slightly, he turned his attention back to you and began speaking in a groggy voice, “(Name), it’s 4 in the morn-”
“The baby is kicking.”
“What?”
“I said the baby is kick-ing.” Your voice was slow, and he realized right away that you were mocking his tone from when you’d complain about him speaking to quickly. Rolling over into his side, so he was facing you, Peter let his eyes linger on your face for a few seconds. It was hard to make out details in the dark, but, he’d long memorized your expressions so he could imagine what it’d be at a moment like this. Tired, but, lingering senses of excitement for experiencing something new. “Peter!” Laughing, you grasped his hand and put it on the side of your stomach.
“Oh my god,” Peter murmured to himself, feeling the small bit of pressure on the palm of his hand, “OH MY GOD!” He said a bit louder, sitting up to readjust himself next to you. “Does it hurt?!” You shook your head, and a moment later, he was lifting the fabric of your shirt so he could trace your bare skin under his fingertips, “They’re moving a lot.” Peter noted, furrowing his eyebrows. “Did you eat somethin’ funny to make them this active?”
You shook your head once again, swallowing softly as their foot patted against your side again, kicking at Peter’s hand, “I think…” Sighing, your shoulders dropped, “In the books I’ve been reading, they said that the baby can respond to the sound of voices so maybe… They just like the sound of your voice.”
“I think they like the sound of yours,” Peter retorted smoothly, peppering some kisses onto the bridge of your nose, “You sound like an angel.”
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