Mother spider. (Spider-Gwen x baby reader)

Feeding

Gwen found herself in her apartment on a chilly, rain-soaked night. The sound of raindrops pattering against the windows created a rhythmic melody that filled the air. Y/N was peacefully asleep in his crib, cocooned in blankets, while Gwen sat on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket herself.

As the rain continued to pour outside, Gwen watched the droplets race down the windowpane, creating a distorted view of the city beyond. She couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility and introspection in the midst of the stormy weather.

The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance that contrasted with the gloominess outside. Gwen's mind wandered, reflecting on the events of the day and the challenges she faced as a mother and a superhero.

She thought about the delicate balance she had to maintain, juggling her responsibilities and ensuring the safety and well-being of both herself and Y/N. The rainstorm seemed to mirror the struggles she often faced—moments of uncertainty and darkness punctuated by brief glimpses of hope and resilience.

Lost in her thoughts, Gwen sipped on a cup of hot tea, relishing its warmth as it spread through her body. The comforting aroma and soothing sensation brought a sense of calmness, allowing her to momentarily escape the pressures of her dual roles.

With a gentle sigh, Gwen glanced over at Y/N's crib, his small form barely visible beneath the soft blankets. She marveled at how quickly he was growing, his presence a constant reminder of the boundless love and joy he brought into her life.

As Y/N began to stir and grow fussy, Gwen recognized his need for nourishment and comfort. She swiftly moved to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle filled with warm, prepared formula. Returning to the living room, she settled down on the couch, cradling Y/N in her arms.

Gwen adjusted Y/N's position, ensuring he was snug and supported against her chest. With gentle care, she offered him the bottle, the soft silicone nipple poised near his lips. Y/N's eyes widened with anticipation as he instinctively began to root, seeking nourishment.

As Gwen guided the bottle to Y/N's mouth, she maintained eye contact, her reassuring gaze expressing the love and attentiveness she felt for her little one. Y/N's tiny hands instinctively grasped at the bottle, his grip unsteady but determined.

Gwen observed Y/N's contented expression as he eagerly latched onto the nipple, his hunger satiated by the warm liquid. The rhythmic sucking sounds filled the room, a comforting melody that created a peaceful ambiance.

As Y/N drank from the bottle, Gwen gently stroked his cheek with her free hand, providing additional comfort and reassurance. She marveled at the delicate bond they shared, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness.

In those quiet moments, Gwen focused solely on her precious child, embracing the intimacy of their connection. The world around them faded into the background as they formed their own tranquil sanctuary, where the only thing that mattered was the nourishment and love they exchanged.

With each passing moment, Y/N's fussiness gradually subsided, replaced by a calm serenity. The familiar act of feeding brought both physical nourishment and emotional comfort, creating a sense of security and warmth that only a mother's embrace could provide.

As Y/N neared the end of the bottle, Gwen adjusted her hold, allowing him to drink at his own pace. She patiently waited, cherishing this intimate bonding time, as Y/N's eyelids grew heavier, his satiated belly bringing a sense of contentment.

Once Y/N had finished feeding, Gwen gently burped him, holding him against her shoulder as she rubbed his back in a soothing motion. Y/N emitted a tiny, satisfied burp, and a sense of relief washed over Gwen, knowing that she had tended to his needs and provided him with nourishment and comfort.

With Y/N settled and content in her arms, Gwen continued to hold him, savoring the moments of closeness and love. She basked in the quiet, feeling a deep connection with her child, grateful for the privilege of being his mother.

As Gwen sat there, embracing Y/N, she reflected on the beauty and simplicity of these everyday moments. She understood that these were the moments that formed the foundation of their bond, shaping their relationship and building a lifetime of trust and love.

With a gentle smile, Gwen whispered words of love to Y/N, his drowsy eyes fluttering closed. She held him a little longer, cherishing the peace and quiet that enveloped them, knowing that this moment of tranquility was a precious gift.

In the soft embrace of Gwen's arms, Y/N drifted off into a peaceful sleep, his tiny form nestled against her, secure and loved. Gwen sat there, embracing the serenity of the moment, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the privilege of being Y/N's mother and the joy he brought into her life.