Pydia AU: Peter wakes up to the feel of soft lips peppering him with kisses. His lips curl upward and then the smell of fresh coffee hits his nose, eliciting an appreciative rumble deep from his chest. Lydia giggles,
"You sound like you’re trying to purr."
Peter snags her, turning them around on the bed and buries his head in her hair as he mumbles “I don’t purr, I’m a big bad werewolf.”
"Sure you are." Lydia pats him on the back, sliding her hand up and down before cupping his head.
Quiet whining carries out from another room and Peter gives Lydia a quick kiss before he slides off the bed, “The little princess must be missing her mother.”
Lydia rolls onto her stomach and hugs the pillow, yawning “She just knows daddy is up. She has you wrapped around her finger.”
Peter comes back with the little bundle in his arms, cooing to her as he sits on the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes off her as he murmurs,
"You both have me whipped," and places a kiss on the baby’s forehead.