Hey everyone. First of all, apologies for the overly slow updates, I have been busy doing other things in my personal life, so thank you for your patience. I also wanted to mention that this chapter will be the last chapter of this book. It was a hard decision to make and it's been on my mind for a while now but I feel like this book is... Well, it's getting old. I published SFH almost a year ago now and although it's my most popular book, it's also almost my oldest, and it's reached over forty chapters now. It's going to be hard for me to shove the rest of the book into one chapter, so sorry if it seems rushed or brags. I'm still debating making a sequel, but I don't know if it will be as good as the first one (like many sequels) or get as many reads. Of course, reads aren't everything, I just don't think people will enjoy it.

Let me know what you think - after all your opinions matter the most. Anyways, on with the story.

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'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine'

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"Y/N, you know I wouldn't make you do that, besides maybe it was a sign that we aren't ready for that yet" Peter took a deep breath as he moved to stand from the bedsheets. He had a point, whether it had been a good one or not, it still mattered that it was his overall opinion. Peter had never been someone to inflict a forced act, and he wasn't about to make you uncomfortable. You were still kids, albeit you were engaged, but having a baby was a whole new chapter of responsibility.

"Peter," you sighed, reaching out for his hand. He turned to you with soft eyes, abundance in his gaze as he stared down at you, "we have our whole lives ahead of us, you know? Just because we aren't taking that step right now doesn't mean we won't in the future". You could see the panic in him, it radiated from his skin like a bad smell. He was scared, and you understood that. Even from being a kid, he'd been through enough to last him a lifetime and neither of you could see a clear end to it yet. You understood that all Peter wanted to do was protect you and the people he cared about, whether that be putting up a fight or not, he'd lost enough people to last him permanently. "Look our lives have been pretty crazy and we're only this far in," you pulled him down to sit with you, the tension simmering, "being normal isn't exciting, but maybe we should just try living the same as everyone else for a while?"

Peter practically buffered for a second, his mind trying to correlate what it was that you were saying. Go back to being normal? What exactly did that mean? Having to change an entire routine over again... "Actually, there is something I wanted to talk to you about"

"What is it?" you tilted your head to the side a little, letting your hair fall onto your shoulder as you gave him your utmost attention. Peter made a promise to himself that once you were awake and safe with him again, locked around his finger, he'd get you out of here. So far, Peter hadn't broken a promise... Debatable.

"When we met, I promised myself that I would protect you and keep you safe just like the rest of my friends and people who mean something to me. But after Harry and the symbiote and Ned and everything else that could have possibly gone wrong that went wrong, it showed that I wasn't exactly doing my job properly-"

"Peter it's not your job to protect me-"

"Let me finish," he cut in, squeezing your hand. You nodded, swallowing slowly, "I realised that I can't keep you safe while there are other things in the way - and that's not me being a psychotic control freak, I just... You're the only thing I have left besides aunt May and I have come too close to losing you, twice. I'm not doing it again"

"What's your point, Peter?" you budged, seeing that he was clearly stalling on something.

"What I'm saying is when you were under I made the decision that moving off the grid would be better for us. Just for the time being, and I know I didn't exactly ask for your permission on this but I am doing the best I can and it's only because I want to protect you"

You sat for a moment, silently. You'd already left everything else behind months ago, and it's not like you were even tied down. Your brother betrayed you and it's not like it was even worth going back to learn shit you weren't even going to use. You were practically classed as a mutant now and your boyfriend was a genetically modified human as it was, you might as well have made do with what you had in front of you now.

Shuffling on the bed to straighten yourself out, you looked at Peter with knowing eyes, keeping your grip tight on his hands as to not lose his attention. "Peter there are always going to be things that get in the way, whether it be people or mishaps, or even each other, nobody's perfect and we're bound to have a lot of bumps in the road. Things happen for a reason, and whatever they are, whenever they happen we'll always have each other. I'll protect you just like you always protect me, I'm not made of china pottery Peter," you chuckled softly, making him smile, "I'm stronger than I look."

Peter sighed, a warm smile still fresh on his cheeks, "you're right, I just... Need to relax" he nodded with affirmation, "I love you"

"I love you too" you smiled, leaning over and kissing his nose softly. Before you could pull back and retrace your stance, Peter pulled you back in to close the open gap between you, bringing you in for a gentle kiss. He was so soft, barely a dint in his skin even from the day you met him. He hadn't changed, and you wanted it to stay that way no matter how much the world fought against you.

As the day drew to a steady close, Peter left you in the safety of his room, not before tucking you in and kissing you a soft goodnight, to head downstairs to talk to Tony. As much as Peter would have preferred to stay with you and finally get a good nights sleep, he knew that when Tony called it was bound to be something important. So, with reluctance, but a steady pace Peter made his way down towards the common room where Tony was waiting for him.

The room was well lit and crystal clear as always, Tony standing out like a sore thumb sitting at the head of the stable with his nose down in some paperwork, his famous Stark glasses seated on the brim on his nose. Peter entered with caution, being careful to shut the door quietly and made his way towards the other end of the room.

"I'm sorry to drag you out of bed, kid," Tony announced as he felt the presence of the younger male approaching, "this is the last time I'll have you come away from her unannounced I promise" he sighed softly, pulling his glasses away and sitting them on the table.

"It's fine, really," Peter shook his head, pulling out a chair and taking a seat, "is something wrong?"

"For the first time in a long time, no actually" Tony shook his head, a wave of relief washing over Peter as the ice was broken between them, "of course the medical department are still putting pieces together and running tests but I'm sure I'm not the only one who's getting sick of hearing about it."

"Yeah, you're right," Peter nodded, a placid smile coating his flushed cheeks. Tony paused for a second as he stared at Peter with a subtle expression, nodding his head rhythmically. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, no, yeah..." Tony nodded, breaking his stance, "I just wanted to say how proud I am of you, kid." Peter was a little, well maybe a lot, taken back by the comment. Tony was a man of many emotions but sympathy had been one he kept hidden for himself most of the time. Hearing that Tony was proud of Peter, was all he ever wanted to hear. "I understand you've been through more than a lot of kids your age can handle, and I wanted you to know that whatever happens, wherever it is you decide to go, you'll always have my guaranteed protection. And that's whether you're asking for it or not."

Peter nodded feeling the rush of blood flood his cheeks and a tear sting at his eye. "Thank you, Mr Stark," he leaned forward, embracing the older man in a tight hug, "for everything."

"Its alright, kid. You've served me and others well, it's only fair I give you something in return" he pats Peter's back gently before they pulled away, "just remember to invite me to that wedding"

Peter chuckled softly, "how could I forget?" he snivelled softly making Tony chortle.

"I don't need to tell you to look after her and yourself because I know you will. Just take your time, you don't have to do everything overnight, you'll always have tomorrow."

In due time, Tony and Peter managed to catch up on everything whether it was duty-related or not. For the first time in what felt like forever, Peter felt like he was at home again. At the moment that they spoke, it was so easy and conversations came and went, they both felt like they had known each other for a lifetime. They both knew deep down inside that things weren't always going to be this easy, but for now, they made sure they cherished what they had.

After the hour passed and the clock struck midnight, Peter made his way back to you in his room, making a destined stop on the way. You were still there when he opened the door, in the same position, the covers barely dinted with a crease. Peter was filled with overwhelming excitement, overjoyed with what he had managed to save from the burning flames that charcoaled the rest of what was living. He'd managed to pull you out just in time and enjoy you for the rest of his life.

Peter stripped himself of his clothing as he made his way from the door towards his bed, dimming the lights down just enough to see his hands in front of him. His side of the bed was surprisingly cold, but the warmth from your bare-back soon calmed the goosebumps on his skin. Pulling to covers around himself, Peter shuffled his way over to your side of the bed and wrapped a dominant arm around your waist, pulling your body close to him. Your skin was hot against his lips as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hands wandering over your hips down towards your thighs.

His ears pricked as he heard you suck in a steady breath, your body shifting in front of him as you turned to roll onto your back. Your eyes were still closed with sleep consumption, but that didn't stop your lover's curious fingertips from exploring your skin. You listened to the sounds of his lips detaching from your skin as they roamed your body freely, feeling the heat of his mouth as it breathed against you softly. The covers shifted above you as Peter moved from your side, his lips keeping themselves busy at your collar bone as he moved to straddle you upright, placing one leg on either side of your body. It was then your eyes opened, seeing his mop of brown hair inches away from your nose making you smile.

"You alright there, Peter?" you whispered through the darkness of the room. He kissed your skin one last time before lifting his head to look at you. "Never been better, princess" he smirked, leaning down and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You groaned against his mouth, feeling his body heat rising above you making you pulse beneath him. "What's on your mind?" you giggled as you pulled away to catch your breath. From the way he looked down at you, you already knew what he was thinking about.

"I haven't touched you in so long it's driving me insane," he whispered through hooded eyes that were filled with love and lust, "Can I?" he asked kindly as the tip of his finger drew its way down the path of your stomach. He felt your chest dip as your breathing hitched up a notch, watching your brain malfunction at the feeling as you nodded in confirmation. Peter smiled, leaning back down to capture your lips back in his as his devious fingers slid down and pressed against your clit.

You moaned against his tongue, pulling back at the sudden need for oxygen, your hand gripping his bicep with full force. You moaned his name like a symphony as he slowly began circling the sensitive nerve, watching your every move, feeling your body respond to his devious actions. "How does it feel, princess? Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, but he already knew the answer with confidence. To no surprise, you nodded hastily, breathing hard against him.

He felt you squirm almost violently as he slid a finger down through your soaking folds, emitting a soft moan at the feeling. "So wet for me," he smirked, pecking your cheek softly, but leaving his lips there to whisper directly into your ear, "I stopped by Natasha's room on the way here" he began, teasing you with the tip of his finger, "you know what that means, right?" he asked, giving you no time to answer before he filled with two fingers.

"Fuck!" you gasped, feeling his fingers curl inside of you.

"You're so sensitive, baby, I love it" he chuckled, beginning to slowly pump his fingers in and out at a steady pace, "so responsive." Peter wasn't lying when he said he loved hearing you respond to the way he was pleasuring you right now. The way your lungs riveted in desperation for air and those innocent little profanities left your lips was giving Peter everything he needed, and the sense that he knew he was in control. Talking to Tony tonight had given his conscious the free pass to allow everything to go back to normal, knowing that now he was safe to move forward without constantly having to look over his shoulder. The first thing came to his mind when he was granted that sense of freedom, was being alone with you.

When Peter stopped his motions, your head fell back with a sense of discomfort and emptiness. But, with his now free hand, he ventured towards your naked wrist, pulling it up from your side and placing your open hand around his leaking cock. He groaned aloud at the sensation of your immediate response to squeezing him softly. Your eyes shone like the devil's skin when he turned to look at you, and suddenly Peter was the one losing his breath.

"That feel good, baby?" you teased, rutting your hand up and down his shaft. Peter nodded, dropping his head as he thrust up into the palm of your hand, jaw clenched tightly, breathing hard through his nose. Peter was getting desperate, and as much as he liked to tease, he was realising now that he didn't want to be on the receiving end of it for much longer. Picking up his other hand, he sat back allowing you to release him. Your eyes caught sight of the golden packet sitting between his teeth as he tore it open.

"You're so sexy, you know that don't you?" it wasn't much of a question, it was more of a statement. Peter smiled from the other end of the bed, knowing your eyes were watching him as he rolled the condom down his cock. There was barely a moment to adjust yourself before he was towering over your small shell of a body compared to his muscular stature, and he was lifting your legs onto his legs, hooking your ankles were they met.

"Ready?" he asked softly, noses inches apart as he placed his tip at your entrance. You nodded with confidence, biting your lower lip as he took no longer than a second to begin. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as he spread you wide, opening your legs a little with his spare hand and allowing your body to adjust to the position. There was the brink of silence between you as he took his time to settle in, letting you get comfortable. Despite waiting, Peter could only think of how good it felt. How warm and wet you were, but how beautiful you looked, even with messy hair and dry lips you still looked absolutely stunning.

You both groaned in sympathy as he bottomed out, making you both giggle a little as you shared the same feeling. You were holding him close, even after he started up a pattern of steady thrusts, he strays no further than from where he is now; chests touching and lips no longer fighting but pleasuring one another as you kissed.

It was from there that the battle between two bodies started, yet it was a battle of two against the rest of the world. Despite everything that had happened, Peter still felt the same, and the feelings you had for him hadn't changed, not faltered even the slightest. When Peter started picking up the pace, turning love into lust, you knew for sure that things had remained the same.

"Taking me so well," he grunted in a pattern above you to match his desperate thrusts, controlled by heat and power, "I love the way your body works, baby"

You soon dropped your legs down from his hips and moved your hands from his shoulders to find a better position, but with Peter, every position felt heavenly. As you looked up you could see in his face that he was thinking of something, something other than where you were now, and so you asked, "what are you thinking about, baby?"

Peter's eyes shot to yours, biting his bottom lip softly as his thrusts slowed down a little, "can I take you from the back?" Your heart practically imploded on itself.

Under a minute, you found yourself outside the protection of the sheets and out in the open, hands and knees against the bed while Peter stood at the edge facing the tall glass windows looking out over the city that was miles away, yet the lights were no less bright.

From that position Peter could feel you everywhere, leaning over and kissing the back of your neck while his hands snaked around your body to rub your tender clit or run his fingers up and down your spine while his other hand kneaded the flesh of your ass cheeks. Despite his ravenous thrusts, tight, slapping against your ass, hearing the skin to skin contact echo around the room, you'd never felt so in love with the feeling. And Peter was too, you better have believed it. But as much as Peter had wanted to try this position in the past, he was now beginning to realise how much he preferred to see your face when he pleasured you.

So after a few more minutes, he flipped you over, not giving you a chance to consider your options before he had his tongue running over your breasts, fucking into you once again.

The night continued the same, and Peter made a promise to himself to give you the best experience in every way he could. He had you against the wall, hands above your head sucking dark hickies into your neck while he fucked you. You were surprised he could hold you for so long with the way he was thrusting up into you with a rapid force. He pressed you up against the glass windows, your back facing him as he entered you again from behind, but not once was he too rough with you. He told you he wanted the whole world to see how beautiful you looked when you fell apart, all because of him and how he pleasured you. He had you ride him on the single chair beside the mounted TV before you finally made it back to the bed, where he buried his head between your legs and lapped at your heat like an animal. And finally, as the sun was starting to rise over the hilltops in the distance, he brought you to your finish, back under the sheets tangled against each other.

By six am, you were coated in hickies and decorated with love bites while Peter was painted with deep, dark red scratch marks along his arms and shoulder blades, lips chapped and throat sore from the obscene sounds that left his mouth throughout the night. By the time the condom was tied and thrown in the trash you were both a mess, but neither of you cared. It took a moment for you both yo catch your breath, pressed up against one another above the quilt to let out the remaining body heat and cool down your racing hearts. To the sound of the birds singing outside and the fresh chill of the new day soaking in the soil, you fell asleep in one another's arms for the first time in too long.

By three pm the same day, you were bidding your farewell to MJ, while Peter cleared the air with aunt May and said his goodbye's to Tony, for now. While you came face to face with your brother for the first time in a while. You didn't feel like talking to him, but you knew it was long overdue.

"I guess this is goodbye?" is how he started, and already you felt the guilt that flourished in your chest. As much as you wanted to punch his delicate face, you knew it would be wrong. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"H-how long will you be gone for?" he asked nervously, doing his best not to look you in the eye for too long. You weren't the only one with a guilty conscious.

"As long as I need to be," you sighed, "here" you handed him a small business card, "there's the address of the house we're moving too and my phone number, everyone who needs one has one... And I wasn't going to give you one but..."

"Thank you" he nodded, "I'm sorry for everything that I did"

"It doesn't matter, if anything it brought me and Peter closer, so I should thank you" you sighed, looking back at Peter for a moment. You knew Ned only meant well and he had made mistakes, but he was your brother at the end of the day, and you couldn't leave him like this. As you turned back to face him, you pulled him in for a hug, reluctant, but you knew it was needed. Despite growing up in one another's shadow, he had betrayed your trust aside with your loyalty. Saying goodbye had been a lot easier than you thought it would have been.

By four pm, you and Peter were packed and ready, having Happy escort you across the border to your new home under the radar. The house you would be staying in was tied in with the Stark company, of course, kindly gifted by Tony himself, but other than to Tony the address did not exist, and was very well hidden from the outside world. It was sad to watch Queens die away in the distance as you drove further and further away from home. But to be reminded that you were running away from reality with the man that you loved by your side made it a whole lot easier to deal with.

By eleven pm, you were home. What was now a shell of a house would soon become a haven, you knew it would with a woman's touch. Peter had been resumed from his Spider-Man duties for the next six months until he was ready to go back to work again, Tony had offered a lifetime retirement but Peter knew he was too young for that. You scoped out the entire house holding Peter's hand, thinking of all the possibilities that were to come in your near future.

In the next three years, you and Peter stood hand in hand at the altar and said the words that bound your love together. He told you too many times that evening how stunning you looked in your dress, being custom made by the best seamstress' in the USA, and you only told him the same. Over time, your wedding day had been feared by most as no one knew what could come out of it, whether there was danger lurking behind every corner. But you returned home without a scratch that night, finally Mrs Parker, with a loving, brilliant, hard-working husband.

From that moment on, you knew that whatever there was to come, it was impossible to faze out the love that was shared between you.

FOUR YEARS LATER

You couldn't help but smile at the way he slept so soundly beside you despite the chaos that surrounded him, it was almost like he was completely numb to it. You wished you could have the power he had to continue on sleeping blissfully while they paraded you with nonsense.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!!"

Your husband groaned beside you, moving the pillow from beneath his head and holding it tight against his ears trying to block out the noise, but it was impossible. "Daddy! Wake up!"

"Alright!" he sighed, moving the pillow back and rising from behind the quilt slowly making you giggle behind your hand slowly. "Who dares wake me?!" he teased, grabbing your four-year-old daughter, Addilyn by her sides and picking her up as she bounced into a fit of giggles. You smiled, joining in, bringing her between you in the bedsheets and attacking her with kisses and tickles. You paused for a moment when you felt a tugging on your sleeping shirt, rolling over in bed to see Ferris holding his plush dinosaur with a thumb in his mouth.

Peter stopped beside you along with Addilyn, looking up as you picked up your two-year-old and bringing him into bed with you, tucking him in next to Addilyn.

"Now what are you two monsters doing awake at six?" you quizzed, pulling the sheets from under them making them both giggle and tucking them in softly, shielded by your's and Peter's bodies. Ferris was a lot quieter than Addilyn, who was a bit of a pocket rocket, but they had become the light of your life so easily.

"The skies awake! So I'm awake!" Addilyn exclaimed.

You looked up at Peter with a raised brow, to which he shrugged in defence, "what? If she wants to watch frozen for the 150th time, then my princess is going to watch frozen for the 150th time" he claimed with a proud smile.

"Can we see uncle Tony today?" Ferris spluttered quietly behind his thumb making you smile, "Hunny you saw Uncle Tony yesterday, remember?" you told him softly, but those pleading eyes told you he wasn't taking no for an answer. "Alright, but go back to sleep, just for a couple more hours, then you'll have lots of energy, okay?" you nodded.

"Okay" Addilyn sighed, clearly unimpressed but willing to do anything if it meant going to see uncle Tony again. As the two settled back down, in the safety of your arms and Peter's, you couldn't help but smile as you looked over at your husband, who was smiling just as brightly.

"I love you" you mimed, being cautious to be extra quiet. Peter smiled, blowing you a kiss, "I love you too, sunshine" he whispered, "my only sunshine."

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and here we are, at the end. if you've stuck by me for this long then I wanted to say a huge thank you. the love and support I've had from everyone over the plot that is this book is phenomenal and I could never be more great full. you are all amazing and I hope for good things for you all in the near future. stay safe, you have my total love and support each and every one of you, you're amazing.

— Hayley xox