Chapter 7
Bruce was right. After 1 day of pure hell, Peter was finished but his fever continued for another day, making his recovery a fast 2-day journey.
It was no journey for Peter tho, he got to lay on the couth and watch paw patrol and moves all day long. No, it was a journey for his daddies. He got to boss them around all he wanted, I want this, I want that. And the best thing was he never got “no”, not even when he asked his daddies if he could have only the fries for dinner and not the fish papa had prepared. Not even when he demanded daddy by him the most expensive and dangerous RC car. Not even when he asked to play with said RC car inside, all parties knowing full well that Peter was going to break more than just one lamp.
So when said journey was over both Steve and Tony sighed in relief.
That was when Tony came up with the fitting idea to go on a vacation. It would be a good time for Peter to relax and the daddies would be allowed some well-deserved time off of work.
“Hey, Steve?”
“babe,” Steve acnoklaged.
“I was thinking we can go on a vacation,” Tony explained. “ we can take the jet to the island I both us as our wedding gift and relax for a good couple of weeks. What do you think?”
“I don’t know, Peter had never been outside the country, I don’t even think he had been on a plain. What if he gets sick again and we are stranded on an island?” Steve said worriedly.
“Babe, he will love it. If anything it's going to make him feel better.” Tony said sweetly. “just imagine our sweet little boy making a sandcastle with a splash of sunscreen on his nose. Imagen taking him swimming in the ocean. He loves the bathtub more than anything, imagen what he is going to do when he can swim with small little fishies.” Tony argued.
Steve could picture it. Helping Peter with a sandcastle or walking with him out in the ocean, letting the wawed hit them softly. “that actually sounds lovely, I will agree if I get to tell our little man.” Steve said with a soft smile.
“nooooo,” Tony whined. “I think the idea maker should be the one to get to tell the little monster,”
As if on cue, the baby monitor started making the sounds of a crying baby.
“Dada,”
“ill get him,” Steve said quickly and practically ran up the stairs, knowing he had now won.
“daddy,” He hears when he got closer.
“I am coming little man,”
As Steve entered the room he saw his baby standing up in his crib with a bright smile on his face.
“papa,” Peter smiled even wider and maybe grabby hands towards his papa, wanting to be held.
“hey baby boy, did you have a good nap?” Steve asked and picked Peter up before placing him on his hip.
“uuu hmmm,” Peter said with a nod as he played his head on Steve's shoulder. “dream lots and lots,”
“really?” Steve said. “all good dreams?”
“yup even had unicorn papa,” Peter explained with enthusiasm. “It had big colorful wings and – and flew me all the way to meat chase,” Peter explained. Having a unicorn fly him to his favorite paw patrol character was differently a nice dream.
“wow. That must have been fun.” Steve said and tried to brush some of Peter's curls out of his face, claiming his bed head. “should we go downstairs and see daddy. He and I have a bigggggg surprise for you,” Steve said with enthusiasm, causing Peter to be practically jumping in his arms.
“surprise!”
“lets gooooooooo,” Steve said before stating jogging slowly with his boy on his hip.
“Daddy!” Peter said once Tony came into view and reached out to be held by his other daddy. “dada say surprise,”
“did he now, what did you think about the surprise?”
“no, I have not told him yet Tony,” Steve corrected and lead bout his boys to the couth to have the news delivered.
“so Peter. What do you think the surprise is?” Tony asked and settled the baby in between him and Steve.
“New toy?” Peter said and looked up hopeful towards his daddies.
“no, much better,” Steve said. “We….. are going on vacation baby, to the nice sandy beaches,”
“beach?” Peter asked.
“yeah, a private island all to ourselves, just you, me, and daddy. We can go swimming in the ocean or the hot tub, or we can just lay on the beach all day.”
Peter began kicking his feet in joy before a smile spread across his entire face. “we go swimming all day?”
“yeah baby,” Tony confirmed, loving the joy Peter was showing. He had missed his boy so much while he was sick. The enthusiasm and joy that Peter's personality came with were gravely missed by both the daddies while sick.
“We go now,” Peter said determinedly and jumped off the couth and ran in the direction of the door.
Steve and Tony followed after him a little slower. Smiling when they found Peter trying his best to put his shoes on, too bad the left shoe didn’t fit on the right foot.
“Peter baby, we have to pack first, get all your clothes and swimming shorts with you,” Tony said and helped Peter take his shoe off.
“yeah and maybe we can bring one of your stuffies. How about that?” Steve followed up and as soon as Peter's shoe was off he held his hand out for Peter to hold.
Somehow they managed to keep Peter entertained for a couple of hours while they switched on packing. Tony packed bout of their luggage while Steve was entertaining Peter, afterward, Steve packed all the things Peter would need, making up twice as much as Steve and Tony had together. What could he say, his baby needed the best, a lot of different clothes, different binkies, pacifiers, sippy cups, and let's not forget the most important of all, his stuffies.
“You ready to go Peter? We are all packed up.” Steve said while carrying down the last suitcases down the stairs while Tony was on the phone to check if the plane was ready.
“Daddy, we go ocean,” Peter said while jumping up and down in front of the front door. He knew he was not supposed to open it himself and he was not risking being bad at such an important time.
“Yeah we are, you ready?” Tony asked after he hung up the phone, confirmation from the pilot himself that they were in fact ready for their trip.
“YESSSSS” Peter jumped even more but calmed down a little when daddy came over to take his hand.
“Okay we are going for a little drive to the airport first” Tony explained while leading Peter out to the car that was almost ready to go now. “after we will get on this small plain and have a real nice nap on it.”
“go night-night?” Peter asked sadly as he was lifted up in his car seat.
“only so the fight will go faster, when you wake up we will be right there on the beach.” Tony cheered his boy up easily.
“yeah baby, and you can go night-night in a big boy bed,” Steve added.
“ima big boy,” Peter said with a smile and puffed out chest. “daddy and papa night-night too?”
“we will see buddy.” Tony said before finally strapping Peter in. “there we are,”
The car ride started with a patient and excited Peter, ten minutes in came the first “are we there yet” and that continued for about every five minutes for the rest of the drive.
When they finally arrived Peter seemed excited enough to explore the plain while his daddies carried the luggage into the storage.
There were so many seats, Peter counted at least five before he caught sight of a hidden door (not actually a hidden door, Peter just has a wild imagination) in the back. Cool, time to go on a secret agent mission. Peter though.
He jumped behind one of the seats and peaked out to see if the coast was clear. He did this three more times before he finally arrived at the secret door. Kay Peter, gots to be stelth now.
He opened the door with the smallest amount of sound, peeked around the corner before slipping inside. Inside he saw the biggest bed he had ever seen, okay maybe not as big as Daddy's bed but a super big bed.
He knew he was not supposed to but how could daddies expect him not to jump on the bed. It was so big, no way was he going to fall off.
Tony and Steve finished up with the last suitcase before they stepped on the plain, hearing the faint sound of giggles and laughter coming from the bedroom.
“I think our boy is jumping on the bed,” Steve said with a small laugh. Tony and he had tried to enforce the no jumping on the bed, but he figured he could let it go just this once.
“sounds like it. Punish or no punish?”
“I mean ……”
“okay you big daddy, he has you around his pinky, I get it.” Tony said with a big smile. “no punishment then.”
“good. And If you think about it, it’s a good thing, he will tier himself out and maybe sleep for the entire flight,” Steve argued.
They bout walked to the door and carefully opened it so that Peter would not notice them. They just stood there for a few seconds, admiring the smile on the boy's face as he jumped up and down. He then pretended to fall and the room erupted with giggles before he got back up again.
“Peter” Tony then interrupted with a strict voice and almost let his poker face go when his boy turned with a shocked expression. He wanted to laugh so badly but held on.
“what are you doing?” Steve played along as he slowly walked over to the boy with a strict look. When he was close enough tho he gave up his poker face and took Peter into his arms, giving him kisses all over his face. “you having fun? Is that what you're doing?”
“daddy,” Peter giggled as his entire face was bombarded with kisses. He wanted to complain but he loved kisses from daddy.
When Steve finally stopped with the kisses Tony also walked over and gave his baby a kiss on the head. “you know the rule about no jumping on the bed” long dramatic pause. “Buttttttt…… since we are on vacation me and papa will let it slide. Sounds good?” He asked with a big smile before lifting Peter into his own arms.
“thank you dada,” Peter said followed by a kiss on the cheek before he finally rested his head on his daddy's chest. When did he get so tired?
“you want to go night-night baby?” Steve asked and stroked some of Peter's hair, knowing that it usually helps to get him to sleep.
“nap time?”
“yeah, you can take a little nap, and when you wake up we will be on the sunny beaches,” Tony explained and started laying his boy down on the bed, happy when Peter didn’t protest.
“I have bottle daddy,” Peter asked sweetly followed by a jawn.
Both the daddies smiled lovingly down at Peter, the jumping on the bed had really tired him out.
“of course baby boy, ill be right back,” Tony said.
Peter then crawled into Steve's arms, wanting to be feed and held. He heard his papa laugh a little at that but he did not understand at all. This was not a funny moment, he was about to get a bottle, which is very serious.
It was all forgotten tho when he saw his daddy hand the bottle to his papa. He cuddled as close to Steve as he could before sighing in happiness when he felt the nipple on his lips.
Steve held the bottle while running his hand through Peter's hair and in no time was the little boy fast asleep. He and Tony tucked him in before going back out to the cabin where they relaxed for the rest of the flight. It seemed that karma was on their side because Peter slept through the landing and even the short car ride to the dock.
He finally started to stir when he was being loaded into the small speedboat by his papa.
“Papa?”
“Hey baby, did you have a good nap?” Steve asked and tried to brush some of Peter's bed hair to the side.
“we there yet dada?” Peter asked, lifting his head from his papa's shoulder even more.
“yeah, we just have a fun boat ride and then sandy beaches await,” Steve said and settled himself and Peter in the back of the boat while Tony was getting ready to drive. He used this opportunity to apply some sunscreen to Peter's face, neck, arms, and feet. Taking advantage of him being sleepy.
Tony slowly took them out of the docks, speeding up a little when they were far enough from land. “Peter baby, wanna try being the captain?” He asked with a smile and holding his hand out for Peter.
“Yeah,” Peter said excitedly and jumped off his papa's lap before taking daddy's hand. He was going to be the best caption ever.
“Okay, so hold tight on the weal. This is super important because it controls the boat,” Tony said and placed Peter's hands firmly on the wheel.
“I know daddy, I am the captain,” Peter said and both the daddies had to restrain themselves from laughing. For a 4-year-old, Peter had a lot of sas and attitude.