Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Peter Parker- Over it

Y/N
You hadn't been this excited since Peter proposed to you. Tonight, Peter would find out that he was going to be a father. Both of you had been planning this for a while, and it was finally happening.

You watched as Peter entered the house, his tie loose around his neck, his shirt untucked.

"How was work?" You asked, smiling.

"Nothing different. Just Mr Stark bossing me around again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I just want to get 20 minutes to relax, without you nagging and constantly asking about my day the whole time." Peter sighed, making you feel unhappy.

"You think that I nag you? I have something very important to tell you Peter." You gripped the glass that you had been holding.

"Yes, that's all you do, but what could be so important that you need to interrupt my 20 minutes of peace and quiet?" Peter asked, his hands balled into fists.

"I'm pregnant." You crossed your arms, hoping that Peter would drop his asshole demeanour.

He didn't move. It's like your news didn't phase him. Glossing over the fact that you're pregnant, he continued with the argument.

"The bathroom's a mess! Your tie doesn't match! Hey Peter, you should probably take a break from work! Nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I just want to be left alone for once, Y/N." Peter counted on his fingers as he listed everything that you nag about.

You were worried. If Peter was complaining about you nagging him to take a break from work, then how would he react if you asked him to take a break from work during your pregnancy?

"Really? Is that what you want Peter?" You asked, battling the urge to cry.

"Yes." He stood up.

"Great. Do whatever the fuck you want, Peter. Leave your laundry all over the house! Dress like you rolled into a pile of dirty clothes! And most of all, continue to give all your attention to your work!" You snapped.

"I no longer care. I'm done." You sighed, confusing Peter. Wiping the tears from you cheeks, you walked towards your bedroom, intending to pack up everything you own.

"What?" Peter looked at you in disbelief.

"I am done, Peter. I do not deserve this. I deserve a husband that cares about me. I deserve a husband who cries and hugs his wife in joy when he finds out he's going to be a father. I deserve a husband that will happily take time off work if it means he's taking care of and spending time with his pregnant wife." You grabbed everything you owned and stuffed it into suitcases.

"I am not spending one more second of my life with an inconsiderate husband. I am taking me and MY child far away from here. Clearly you won't miss either of us." You removed both your wedding ring and your engagement ring, placing them on the kitchen counter before picking up your car keys.

Placing everything you own into the trunk of your car, you got in, Peter following you as he tried to talk to you. You rolled down the window.

"Oh, and by the way, expect divorce papers soon." You rolled up your windows.

"Y/N, please, listen to me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for acting like a jerk. Please don't leave." He spoke as you proceeded to turn up the volume of your radio. Driving as far away from the house as possible, you cried.

Peter had been your first love. You had been together since you were both 17. Peter proposed to you the day of your graduation from college.

Mr Stark paid for some of your wedding, as he supported your relationship like an uncle or a dad would. Of course, as Peter started working more and more for Mr Stark, you noticed that he'd change. Not only did he come home later than usual, but he'd barely eat dinner or skip it entirely. Now. You were pregnant and alone.