Dear Peter... | Peter B. Parker

3. The truth

February 19 2032

"Come on. It needs to be negative" I wished outload as I'm sitting in my living room waiting for the test to be done.

I am playing with my hair as every time I'm nervous. It's been a while, already one month, of my sickness and I am worried. I never got sick for a long amount of time. And my period is regular. It has always been in time. But I'm not in those days yet. And well, before Peter left we kind of share a moment, we loved each other. I hope I'm not-

The alarm I set earlier finally sound. They where three minutes only but it seemed like a lifetime. I took the stick in the table in front of me and the moment my eyes captured the result, the object in my hands fall.

Friday, February 23 2032

Dear Peter:

My head spun around the bad memories. Like the first time you hated me. After that day, after the words you said, I thought you will always hate me. That it was the end of us. But it didn't. We end in good terms. But our very end wasn't the best.

I doubt so much on telling you. First of all, because it was too late to said that. And second, I was too afraid of what you would think. But I don't regret it at all. And I deserved everything that you said after that. But you are Peter, and you will always see the good side in everyone. You took care of me.

It's been two months since you left. That also means, it's been two moths since I'm not okay. My condition continue getting worst and it will continue like that.

I think it's time to tell you. I know I waited for too much, but I didn't knew how to tell you. And I am so scared of this. I still don't know how to say it but I can't wait any longer. No one knows yet. I want you to be the first one on knowing it. And I promise you I will tell them and well, they will notice it anyways.

Okay, here I go. What I've been meaning to tell you is that I am pregnant.

I'm pregnant, Peter. We are going to have a baby. And I don't wan too. I don't want to do this without you. I don't know how too. I'm so scared.

At the beginning I thought on taking him or her away but I don't have the heart to do it and it's the last thing I have of you.

Please come back. I need you. I love you.

With love,
Felicity

p.s: I want him to be a boy so that he would be exactly like you. But at the same time I don't want to because every time I'll look at him, I would see you. And the wounds will never heal.

February 19 2032

"I'm pregnant" my eyes filled with water.

It can't be possible. I don't want it to be.

I took the keys from the car and drove as fast as I could, and as fast as traffic let me, to the hospital.

Once the doctor called me I explained him everything and after, he made me some tests. I waited for a what felt forever, until the results came out.

"Congratulations, miss" he looked from his computer to me. I stare at him with a blank expression, "you are pregnant" he said with a smile.