A/N: Sorry this is so short and rushed. I'll definitely fix it up once I get the time.
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"Happy birthday, Pete.
Hopefully you actually get this on your birthday. Still working the kinks out to get this right. I made a few of these messages. Christmas, Groundhog Day, Halloween -- do you kids even celebrate Halloween anymore? Whatever. I made one and you're gonna listen to it. This is my third time trying to get this right. Wait -- Fri, delete that part.
Anyway, happy birthday. I had all these presents in mind, like a DVD of A New Hope signed by Mark Hamill. I have that, by the way. Ask Pep. I figured the materialistic shi- stuff, sorry -- didn't matter. It's about the heart, right? Or something like that. Uh... I'll be honest, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know if you'll ever get to...
But on the off chance you're hearing this, I want to congratulate you. 17 is a big number, at least for me it was. I was in college. Not to brag, or anything, but I was a pretty great kid. But this is about you, right? You're seventeen. I'm... I'm glad you made it this far. You deserve it. You and your... guy in the chair.
I hope you're happy. You and May, wherever you are. I hope you have the best birthday anyone's ever had.
I love you 3,000.
Uh -- Fri, delete that part. He wouldn't get it."
"Play it again, Edith."
"Are you sure, Peter? This would be the fifth time."
The tears fell in a steady stream onto his bed as he stared at the ceiling.
"I'm sure."
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Iron Dad One Shots (mcu)
FanfictionOne shots about my favorite irondad and spiderson duo. A series of fluff, angst, AUs, and about every father-son trope under the sun. **NO ST///RKER**
