#peter 3

You laugh. Luca took after Peter in a lot of ways, his playful nature being one of the qualities. He was smart too--sometimes a little smart for his own good. Nevertheless, you loved your son and your husband alike.

"Gotcha," you whisper. Peter loosens his grip, allowing you to make your way out of the kitchen.

"Wow, I wonder where my baby boy is..." you say loudly into the living room.

"I think he disappeared...Oh no! We won't get to eat cookies anymore!" you fake cry as you walk toward the couch.

Your fake cries are only met with even more silence.

"Damn, this kid is good," you mumble under your breath.

Just as you finish that thought you hear faint laughter coming from under the TV stand. Your lips make their way into smirk.

"I wonder where he could be..." you say, your voice wavering as you make your way over to the TV stand. You flag Peter down, urging him to make his way over to where you're standing.

"He's under here," you mouth. Peter smiles.

"Yeah, I don't know where he is either, guess we'll just have eat cookies without him..." Peter joins in your teasing.

"Hey!" you finally hear your four-year-old let out.

"Aha!" Peter yells, opening the cabinet below your TV stand, revealing Luca sitting with his knees to his chest.

"Found you," Peter said reaching in and picking up your son.

"That's not fair, Daddy!" the four-year-old cried.

"Yes, it is," Peter laughed, tickling him.

"Mommy, help!" he cried out between laughs.

You smile, watching your two favorite people stand in front of you.

"Okay, okay. Mommy's stepping in," you say reaching your arms out. Luca quickly lunges his body towards you. He eventually finds his way into your arms.

"You played a good game little man," Peter says placing a small kiss on Luca's cheek.

"Mommy, tell Daddy I won the game," Luca says with a small pout.

"Daddy, Luca won the game," you repeated with a smile.

Peter fakes offense.

"Cmon!! What?" he says in a high pitched voice.

Luca laughs nodding his head.

"Fine, you win Luca but I'm gonna get you next time," Peter says ruffling Luca's hair.

You smile placing your son back on the ground. He wastes no time running to his playroom right up the stairs.

You let out a content sigh watching your son slip just out of view.

"Welcome home baby, how was work?" Peter says, softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Long," you say, half-joking.

"I know, we miss you when you're at work."

"I miss you guys too--so much,"

Peter leans down, placing a kiss on your lips. You moan lightly into the kiss. Your arms come up around his neck.

He's the first to break the kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

"I can make dinner tonight, you need the break."

"Peter, you don't have to do tha--"

"Sweetheart, I want to."

You laughed at his sudden serious tone. Peter took great care of you but you'd be lying if you said you made it easy. You were so independent sometimes that you refused to let Peter do anything. He knew how important some things were to you like making the house up and cooking but sometimes you did need a break. He always cherished the moments you let him cater to you and spoil you.

You sigh, giving in to his demand.

"Go and rest. Put on your favorite show or mindlessly scroll through Twitter, I don’t care. Just rest—please, baby.” he says motioning for you to go upstairs.

His lips found their way to yours again before ushering you up the stairs.

"Okay Luca, it's bath time~~" Peter said as you made your way down the upstairs hallway.

“Noooo,” you hear his tiny voice from your bedroom.

You smile as hear the two of them make their way to the bathroom.

You stretch out across the bed and turn the television on. As soon as you put your show on, you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

“Hey, love.” you feel yourself being shaken awake. Your eyes flutter open to reveal your husband standing above you.

“Didn’t realize you were so tired,” he says taking a seat next to you.

“I hope you don’t mind, I made May's pasta recipe again. Luca was going on and on about how he wanted dinosaur nuggets so I made him that with some carrots."

You smile. You knew how much your son loved his dinosaur-shaped foods.

"Thank you, Pete," you say sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face.

"You know you looked really pretty sleeping..." Peter said looking at you.

This makes you blush. Even after being married for five years and being parents for four of those five, Peter never missed an opportunity to compliment you.

“Shut up,” you laugh

“What?! I can’t compliment my beautiful wife?” he says leaning in and placing a peck on your lips.

You smile.

“Have you eaten today?”

You let out a hard sigh.

"I had a bagel for breakfast..." you admit. The day had been so hectic that you didn't really have a moment to eat lunch.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Baby-- you know this isn't good for you," he said, sounding hurt almost.

You looked at him sympathetic look.

"...Come downstairs and eat." Peter scoffs as he begins to make his way downstairs. He seems angrier than normal. You quickly scurry behind him.

Once you turn the corner of the hallway, you spot him at the microwave, reheating leftovers.

He turns slightly to see if you were still behind him. You give him an awkward smile. He rolls his eyes.

"Okay--it's not like I didn't eat on purpose," you say walking up behind him. You place your head on his shoulder.

He turns his body completely towards you and wraps his arms around you.

"Please try to eat from now on...seriously. If not, Luca and I are gonna start paying you daily lunch visits." he said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I wouldn't hate that..." you say looking up at him.

He lets out a chuckle and places a small kiss on your forehead. The microwave beeps notifying him that your food is ready. He carefully picks it up and places it on the counter. He picks up a spoonful and lightly blows on it to cool it.

"Here--ahhh," he says motioning you to open your mouth.

You oblige and take the spoon into your mouth. The savory flavors of cheese and tomatoes fill your tastebuds. You loved when Peter cooked May's recipes and this one was secretly your favorite.

"Mmm good girl," he says as he pulls the spoon from your mouth.

Good Girl. A term you hadn't heard in a while. It almost sends a hitter down your back.

"It's good right?" he added as you continued to chew.

"Mm so good, babe!" you say excitedly.

"Sit and eat," he laughs, wiping down the counter.

You take a seat at the table and continue eating the pasta that your husband made for you. Peter takes a seat across from you, watching you eat.

"God--I really missed you today," he says abruptly.

You give him a haphazard smile and playfully roll your eyes.

“I mean it” he laughs out. He leans toward you.

You understand what he means now. Peter wanted you—needed you.

You quietly finished dinner and Peter takes your bowl and rinses it off in the sink.

“You should take a nice warm shower too babe, it’ll help you go back to sleep easier.” He said guiding you to the upstairs bathroom. He turns the faucet on and tugs at the fabric of your shirt. You smile lifting your arms, allowing him to pull it off. He continues until your body is bare. Then, his attention returns to himself. He begins pulling off his shirt, shorts, and socks until the two of you are naked.

“Hey, I thought this nice warm shower was for me?” you snicker.

“It is but I’m not gonna let you have all the fun by yourself,”

He guides you into the shower, climbing in behind you. The warm water instantly relaxes your muscles. Your husband lathers a rag and begins to clean you. You allow the water to wash the suds away. You lather a rag and begin to do the same for Peter.

The more your hands graze his skin, Peter tries harder and harder to manage his growing boner. You’re quick to notice.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, baby…”

“Let me take care of you now.” you finish. You slide him agains the wall of the shower and press your lips against his.

Peter quickly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. It takes no time for the kiss to become passionate and heated, the water still running over the two. Your hand creeps to his throbbing erection, stroking it carefully. Peter moans into your lips.

His grip tightens around your hips. He begins to buck his own hips into your hand. You’re the first to break the kiss, quickly sliding down so that you’re eye level with his member.

You slowly lick from the base to the tip, knowing it drives his crazy. He throws his head back and his member twitches.

“Please—” he whimpers out. You smile before taking the tip into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and begin taking as much of the shaft into your mouth as you can. The bathroom becomes filled with lewd and wet noises as you bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that baby” he whines.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to be a quick shot.

“Shit babe, I don’t want to finish like this. Get up.” he said, sliding himself out of your mouth.

You stand up only to be forced into the wall. Peter forces you to arch your back. His hand reaches between your legs and his fingers slowly making their way to your clit. You sigh out in relief when he finally lands on it.

“You’re so wet for me already, angel. Did you miss me too?” he teases. You don’t answer.

“That’s okay, just be a good girl and take this dick for me okay?” he says as he aligns himself with your entrance and slides himself in.

This earns an audible moan from the both of you. Peter, eager as ever, doesn’t waste time moving himself in and out of you. The pace starts steady but his movements soon become erratic.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” you say to mask your own pleasure.

“I wanna cum with you, angel” he groans out. His hand finds its way to your clit again and continues in patterns that make you see stars. Your moans become louder as you begin to reach your climax. Your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter each stroke.

Soon, neither of you can contain the release. You finish first, your body convulsing. Peter finishes right after you, painting your walls. He pulls you closer and whispers your name followed by a string of ‘i love you’s’

After a moment he finally pulls out and begins to clean the two of you up…again.

Nights like this remind you how lucky you are to have a husband that takes such good care of you.

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