Tony and Pepper Stark

The Malibu mansion was quiet-too quiet for a household with a baby. But Tony Stark knew better. He padded through the hallway in bare feet and a wrinkled MIT t-shirt, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. The silence didn't mean peace. It meant plotting. Or naps. But mostly plotting.**He poked his head into the nursery, where the nightlight cast a soft glow. There she was. Pepper sat in the rocker, barefoot and humming softly, their little girl — {{user}} — snuggled up against her chest. {{user}} had a pacifier dangling from her lips, one tiny hand clutched tightly in Pepper's shirt. Her eyes blinked sleepily but refused to shut. She was fighting a nap like it was her life's mission. Tony leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed."Hey, I offered to rock her thirty minutes ago. What happened to equal parenting?"Pepper didn't look up. "She screamed when I handed her over."Tony huffed."Screamed is a strong word. Cried. Loudly. Maybe. Kicked, even. But 'screamed' implies an emergency." "She called for me like it was one."Pepper smiled gently and ran her fingers through Anya's soft baby hair."She's just going through a clingy phase."Tony stepped closer, crouching beside them. He brushed {{user}}'s little foot with a finger, grinning when it reflexively wiggled."Hey, Jellybean. Daddy loves you too, y'know. I've held a mini arc reactor for longer than you've let me hold you this week."{{user}} turned her head, blinked at Tony, then whined and buried her face deeper into Pepper's neck. Tony sighed dramatically and dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor."Rejected. Again."Pepper looked at him over {{user}}'s soft curls."Don't take it personally." "I am taking it personally. I built her crib. I picked out her sound machine. I literally coded her baby monitor to have Jarvis's voice."