Summary: It's been months since he's seen MJ since she's at Stanford and he's at MIT. When she shows up at his house with a baby, however, he's pretty sure he's dreaming because he would have noticed if she was pregnant, right? Right?
Peter was absolutely, one hundred percent sure he was dreaming right now, but he couldn't figure out how to move enough to pinch himself just in case. He wasn't even sure he could figure out how to breathe if someone asked him because here was Michelle. With a baby. A curly-haired, not-even-old-enough-to-sit-up-on-his-own baby.
He had to be dreaming, right?
He'd seen her in the last nine months. There was no way he wouldn't have noticed if she had been pregnant, right? Right? God, he was a terrible boyfriend if he hadn't even noticed that she'd been pregnant during Christmas break and apparently hadn't bothered to say anything.
Maybe she hadn't known? Unlikely. Michelle was the single most observant person he knew. If anyone were going to suspect they were pregnant early on, it would be her. So why hadn't she said anything when he'd last seen her in person? Why hadn't she said anything during the multiple facetime calls since then?
He was dreaming. It was the only logical solution.
Why else would Michelle show up, a baby strapped to her chest and a diaper bag in hand, after sending him a text saying hey, i have something important to tell you the day after she returned from Stanford?
He'd been expecting a break-up, not a baby. He'd thought she was coming over to tell him that she'd found someone better in California. The long-distance was hard, but they'd managed well enough (or so he'd thought). They'd seen each other over Christmas break and even though it was June now and they'd only seen each other over the phone, he'd thought they were doing well.
A little too well, apparently, his mind supplied.
"Are you gonna let me in?" Michelle raised a brow at him and Peter blinked.
"Oh, yeah!" he squawked. He stepped aside awkwardly, opening the door and saying, "Yeah, yeah."
Michelle stepped inside, tossing the diaper bag somewhere to the left and adjusting the baby strapped to her front. It―He? She?―was fast asleep on her chest and Michelle seemed perfectly at ease with the situation.
Peter had to shake himself out of his thoughts in order to close the door and follow her into the kitchen.
"So..." Peter trailed off.
How did one bring up the subject of the baby without making it weird? Should he let Michelle start the conversation? She was already making herself tea. That meant the conversation wasn't bad, right? She hadn't cheated on him, gotten pregnant, and was planning on breaking up with him, right? She wouldn't be making tea if that was the case.
"Yeah, yeah." Michelle waved her arm in his direction, back to him as she put a mug in the microwave to heat. "Lemme make some tea first. Does May still have the rooibos that I like?"
"Ye―Yeah," Peter stuttered. It was in the bottom cupboard. With a baby on her chest, she wouldn't be able to get it. "I'll get it for you."
Michelle stepped aside so he could bend down and search the cupboard for her favorite brand. May had long since found a new favorite tea, but Michelle liked the rooibos so May kept it around.
"You're acting weird," Michelle said when he handed her the tea. Her eyes narrowed. "You good, loser?"
"Yeah," Peter said for the dozenth time since she'd arrived. "Just―You said you had something important to tell me and after the whole long-distance thing, that's a little, you know, nerve-wracking."
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A Different World
FanfictionA short collection of Peter and MJ one-shots. Completed. Written in 2022.