Mother spider. (Spider-Gwen x baby reader)

Cry of the night

Gwen Stacy, also known as Spider-Woman, lay peacefully in her room, exhausted from her nightly crime-fighting adventures. The room was dimly lit, with moonlight filtering through the window, casting gentle shadows across the walls. Gwen's infant son, named Y/N, was peacefully sleeping in his crib, wrapped in a cozy blanket.

As the night wore on, Y/N began to stir, his soft cries breaking the silence. Gwen's superhuman senses immediately picked up the sound, and she groggily opened her eyes, instinctively alert. Realizing that her son needed her, she sat up in bed, her spider-like reflexes kicking into gear.

Y/N's cries grew louder, filled with a mix of confusion and distress. Gwen quickly got out of bed, her spider-powers allowing her to move with grace and agility. She approached the crib, her heart filled with love and concern for her child.

Gently lifting Y/N into her arms, Gwen cradled him close, her soothing voice murmuring words of comfort. She rocked him back and forth, her maternal instincts taking over as she tried to figure out what was troubling him. Y/N's tiny fists clenched and unclenched, his big innocent eyes searching for reassurance.

With a gentle touch, Gwen used her spider-sense to scan Y/N's tiny body, searching for any signs of discomfort or pain. She noticed a slight rise in his temperature, indicating a possible fever. Concern etched across her face, she decided to take Y/N's temperature and assess his condition more thoroughly.

Carrying Y/N in her arms, Gwen swiftly made her way to the nursery where she kept the medical supplies. She carefully laid Y/N down on the changing table and retrieved a digital thermometer. As she waited for the reading, her mind raced, considering the possible causes and solutions for her son's distress.

The thermometer beeped, displaying an elevated temperature. Gwen sighed, her worry deepening. She knew she had to act swiftly to help her son. Using her spider-like agility, she quickly changed Y/N's clothes into something more comfortable, all the while maintaining a soothing demeanor.

Once Y/N was ready, Gwen scooped him up and made her way to the kitchen, where she filled a bottle with warm formula. She cradled him in one arm while feeding him, his tiny fingers wrapping around the bottle. Gwen's mind raced with possibilities and concerns, but she remained calm and focused on her son's well-being.

As Y/N drank from the bottle, his cries gradually subsided, and a sense of calm washed over him. Gwen continued to hold him close, gently patting his back to help him burp. She knew that sometimes all a child needed was the comforting presence of their parent.

With Y/N settled and content, Gwen carried him back to her room, placing him back in his crib. She leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead, her love and devotion pouring out. She remained by his side, keeping a watchful eye as he drifted back to sleep, her spider-sense attuned to any changes in his well-being.

Upon waking up from the soft crying, George Stacy, quietly made his way to Gwen's room, where he knew she and Y/N would be. He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside, his keen eyes immediately falling on the sight of Gwen tending to her infant son.

A mixture of relief and pride washed over George as he witnessed Gwen's maternal instincts in action. He knew that his daughter possessed incredible strength and bravery, but seeing her navigate the challenges of motherhood brought a whole new level of admiration.

Stepping closer to the crib, George leaned against the wall, observing the tender interaction between Gwen and Y/N. The love and dedication radiating from Gwen were palpable, and he couldn't help but smile, knowing that Y/N was in good hands.

Not wanting to interrupt the peaceful scene, George remained silent, content to watch over his daughter and grandson from a distance. He understood the importance of giving Gwen space to care for her child and trusted in her abilities as a mother.

After a few moments, Gwen's gaze shifted, and she noticed her father standing by the doorway. Surprise flickered across her face, followed by a warm smile. George returned the smile, his eyes filled with a paternal love and pride that words couldn't fully express.

Gwen quietly walked over to George, her steps light and graceful. She wrapped her arms around him in a gentle embrace, grateful for his presence and support. George hugged her back, his voice filled with a mixture of love and concern.

"I heard Y/N crying and wanted to make sure everything was alright," George whispered, his voice tinged with fatherly protectiveness.

Gwen nodded, her voice soft but assured. "He had a bit of a fever, but he's settled now. I think it's just a little bug. I'll keep an eye on him."

George nodded, his worries eased by Gwen's capable presence. "You're doing an amazing job, Gwen. I'm proud of you."

Tears welled up in Gwen's eyes, grateful for her father's unwavering support. "Thank you, Dad. It means the world to me."

The two shared a moment of understanding and love, their unspoken bond as a family strengthening with each passing day. George knew that Gwen had inherited her strength and determination from him, and he had no doubt that she would navigate the challenges of motherhood.

With a final glance at Y/N, who had settled back into a peaceful slumber, George quietly left the room, leaving Gwen to continue her nurturing vigil over her son. As he resumed his duties as a police captain and a protector of the city, George carried with him a newfound sense of pride and purpose, knowing that his family's legacy would continue to thrive in the hands of his daughter and grandson.