Peter slowly moved into bedroom, a small smile on his face as he avoided tripping over the clutter of toys and the menageries of teddies, making his way over to the cot.

"Daddy!" His one-year-old cried out, a small pout on his face as he snuggled into his warm cocoon of sheets and blankets.

His cheeks looked a little flushed and his nose was running like a tap.

"Poor baby…" Peter sighed, "… Ill on your birthday, huh?"

"Daddy!"

Placing the back of his hand to Seb's forehead, Peter sighed a little in relief, happy that the fever wasn't too high. Probably just the common cold. Enough to make the toddler feel miserable, but no enough to confine him to his room for rest.

"We'll wrap you up and you'll be alright." Peter then decided, lifting Seb into his arms as the toddler wiped his running nose on the sleeve of his pyjamas, "Don't do that, we can get some tissues."

Seb just grumbled, burying his face into his Daddy's chest.

"I know, I know." They moved into the living room, where a large pile of present sat. Putting a clean jumper on his son, he then placed him into the activity area, switching on the CD player (full of Disney songs of course) and heading to make breakfast.

As the CD whirred to life, the opening bars to Zero to Hero echoed throughout the apartment. On the floor, Seb seemed to forget that he was feeling terrible, giggling in delight at the sound of one of his favourite songs, legs banging against the mat.

Preparing the baby food, Peter found himself dancing along to the beat as well, singing the high notes as well as he could as, hips swinging (hahahaha) along to the beat.

"Bless my soul, Herc was on a roll! Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll!"

Starting to really get into the song, Peter failed to notice his boyfriend entering the room, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. It was only and when Peter spun around, did he notice the mercenary standing behind him.

Before he could say anything in his own defense, Wade shook his head. "God, I love you." he whispered, stunning Peter into silence.

"I-I- "

Wade shook his head, silently interrupting before making his way over and kissing Peter on the forehead. "I brought cake!"

In an instant, his entire mood changed and the smiling, happy-go-lucky mercenary was back.

"It's got a unicorn on it!"

"You mean, beside the cake that Aunt May baked for him yesterday?"

"… You can never have too much cake."

Peter smirked and rolled his eyes, "It is if the kid in question is one! Unless Weasel is coming around?"

"He's closing the bar and everything!"

Weasel liked to pretend that he was all tough and macho, but it was all an act, especially when confronted with one of Sebastian's famous pouts.

"Pa! Pa!"

Instantly, Wade turned his attention to his son, rushing over and lifting the baby up in the air, "Happy birthday to you…" he started to sing, dreadfully out of tune, "… happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Sebby! Happy birthday to you!"

Peter might have winced at the out of tune song, but Sebby was clearly delighted, giggling as Wade started to dance around the room, with him in his arms.

"And how excited are you?!"

Sebby decided then to sneeze, snot hitting Wade in the face.

"… I don't think he's well." Wade forced out when he'd gotten over the shock of being sneezed on.

Personally, Peter didn't understand why the other man was so shocked. During his work, surely he'd had much worse on his face?

"I'll be sure to give him a bath before Aunt May and Weasel arrive…" Peter sighed, "… unless you want to volunteer?"

"Bagsy playing with the duck!" Wade whooped, rushing towards the bathroom, his son in his arms, the pair of them giggling madly as they went

Just over an hour later (because Seb could be the biggest pain in the ass when it came to bath-time), the pair re-entered the living room, immediately moving over to the large present that he must have brought in earlier.

"Let's open this, huh?" Wade started tearing at the wrapping paper, ignoring Peter's protests that they were meant to wait until the others had arrived. As the paper fell away, Peter couldn't help but beam at the picture on the box.

A baby suitable see-saw, in red, blue and black (of course)

"Want me to open it?" Wade was too caught up in his and Seb's excitement to notice Peter's content smile, "You wanna play?"

Seb just made a squealing noise to convey his glee.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Handing Seb over to Peter, Wade practically tore the box open, setting up the seesaw as quickly as possible.

"Where did you even find something like this?" Peter asked, closely examining the toy, "And dare I ask how much it cost?"

"Money is not a problem baby boy, especially not after that businessman in Spain the other week."

Sometimes it was best not to ask.

Peter pointed at the seesaw, glancing at a squirming Sebby, "Do you like it?" He smiled as the baby nodded vigorously, "Okay, let's get you strapped in then."

With Seb playing happily on his new seesaw, rocking backwards and forwards, clearly not caring that he was ill anymore, Peter made his way over to Wade, kissing him on his rough cheek.

"I love you…" he whispered into the older man's ear, "And this, this was an amazing idea."

….

It was easy to see which presents were chosen by Peter.

Clothes with the periodic table on them.

A blanket with the solar system sewn into it.

A child-friendly microscope.

And finally, a night-light that generated the night sky onto the ceiling.

If Wade didn't know how much his son loved the new seesaw as well, then he might feel a little bit insecure about his choice of present.

Aunt May had chosen some fairly intellectual presents of her own, including a 'My first number train' from Duplo, a camera toy and an octopus, number-sorting bath toy.

Weasel however, had some very different ideas, including a Vtech Turn and Drive toy ("So that he can drive the getaway vehicle one day!"), and a 'My first laptop'… in case he wanted to be a hacker instead.

As Seb struggled to decide what to play with, Peter sheepishly turned to Wade, "I honestly didn't realise how much he was going to get."

"Nothing wrong with spoiling him though, right?" Wade paused for a moment, his eyes glazing over slightly as though in memory, only for him to shake his head, clearing his thoughts, "Right?"

Peter just shrugged, before he suddenly lunged for Seb, stopping the one-year-old from running the train into Weasel's face as the bartender law on the ground (why… why do that?!)

"Alright, bed time I think!"

…

With Sebby passed out in his cot, one hand clutching his new space blanket, and Aunt May and Weasel had left (with Weasel kindly offering the older woman a lift…. Big softy), Peter and Wade flopped onto the sofa.

"Thank god we only have to do this once a year." Peter groaned, "I need time to recover."

Over the baby monitor, there was a high whine, causing them both to tense, before it all evened out again.

"You really want him to grow up and be a scientist huh?"

Peter winced, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Better a scientist than a mercenary, right?"

The tone was teasing, but there was something hidden beneath the words. However, before Peter could even think about reassuring his boyfriend, the baby monitor crackled to life once again, indicating that Seb was definitely awake this time.

"I got him." Peter didn't want to say that he was trying to retreat away from the conversation… but he was as he ran out of the room.

…..

Sebastian couldn't half shriek…. Not even just a sad little cry, it was a proper shriek of dismay and displeasure.

"Okay, okay…" Peter yawned wearily, swinging over to the cot as Sebastian glared up at him, "… I know, I know, you're not happy."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Peter couldn't help but smile at the small, word-like sounds coming out of his son's mouth, the baby's hands reaching up for his Daddy as the tears slowly started to come to a stop.

"You just wanted some attention, didn't you?" Peter chuckled fondly, reaching in and pulling his son out, "You just wanted a little bit of attention!"

"Ah! Ah!"

"You do know your birthday is over right? Time to sleep, you can play on the new seesaw tomorrow."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Are you really arguing with him?"

Peter twisted around to see Wade entering the room, walking up behind him and wrapping his arms around the younger man. When it was clear that Wade wasn't going to say anything, Peter nervously cleared his throat.

"I don't mind if he doesn't become a scientist…" Peter whispered, smiling as Wade used their usual 'play dead' routine on Seb, watching as the toddler lay back down and closed his eyes, "… And being a mercenary pays well, right?"

"… I think I'd prefer it if we had a mini you."

"Well… I hope he gets your sense of humour."

"Does that mean I can teach him that joke about the nun in the- "

"- No, never."