Mother spider. (Spider-Gwen x baby reader)

Playtime

Gwen sat on the floor, watching as Y/N giggled and played with his toys. His little hands grasped at colorful blocks, his imagination building towers and castles in his own world of wonder. The room was filled with the sound of his joyful laughter, filling Gwen's heart with warmth.

Unable to resist the urge to join in on the fun, Gwen scooted closer to Y/N, reaching out to grab a block and placing it carefully on top of his creation. Y/N looked up at her with wide eyes, his face lighting up with delight at her participation.

Together, they built towering structures, their hands working in harmony. Gwen's focus was solely on Y/N, cherishing the shared moment of playfulness. She encouraged his imagination to soar, praising his every move and cheering him on with boundless enthusiasm.

As they continued to play, Gwen couldn't help but feel a sense of wonderment. In this simple act of playing together, she witnessed the beauty of their bond. Y/N's laughter filled the room, a testament to the joy he felt in his mother's presence.

Gwen's fingers danced along with his, joining in the imaginary adventures that unfolded before them. They transformed the blocks into spaceships, riding together through the vast expanse of their imagination. They navigated treacherous terrains, crossing imaginary rivers and climbing imaginary mountains.

In their shared world of play, time seemed to stand still. Gwen's worries and responsibilities faded into the background as she immersed herself in the magic of the moment. Y/N's laughter became the soundtrack of their shared adventure, a melody that echoed through their souls.

As the playtime drew to a close, Gwen and Y/N sat side by side, catching their breaths. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a profound connection was forged—a connection that went beyond the physical realm of play.

Gwen gently brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N's face, her heart overflowing with love. She realized that these moments of play were not just about having fun; they were about building memories and nurturing their bond.

With a soft smile, Gwen scooped Y/N up into her arms, cradling him against her chest. She whispered words of love and adoration, expressing her deep affection for him. Y/N's small hand reached up, touching her cheek, his eyes reflecting the unspoken connection they shared.

In that tender embrace, Gwen marveled at the beauty of motherhood—the ability to create joy, to nurture, and to be present in the most ordinary yet extraordinary moments. The simple act of playing with Y/N had reminded her of the immense privilege it was to be his mother.

As they settled into a cozy corner of the room, Gwen and Y/N basked in the afterglow of their playtime. They remained in each other's arms, knowing that the bond they had forged would continue to grow and strengthen with each passing day.

In that quiet moment, Gwen understood that it was not just about the toys or the play itself. It was about the love and connection they shared—the laughter, the smiles, and the magic that resided in their hearts.

With a contented sigh, Gwen whispered, "I love you, my sweet Y/N." And in that precious moment, as Y/N nestled against her, Gwen knew that their love would forever be intertwined, a guiding force in their journey of joy, discovery, and endless play.