[The steps back make him waddle along with her and he hums in thought, feeling so lighthearted and happy as they make it back into the kitchen.]

Leftover pizza sounds like the perfect reward. Especially the one from last night oh my god.

[Peter kisses her forehead happily, still clinging to her as he tries to waddle toward the fridge next, one arm around her still as he opens the fridge to grab the box. There's still more than enough for the two of them.]

I was gonna make you a fort too but maybe we can just eat in bed?