𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

A Final Decision - P.P

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → angst

Summary → Peter asks for a daughter but you are scared to get pregnant again.

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You sighed, nestled against Peter on the couch. The boys were finally asleep, and the house was bathed in a peaceful quiet. These moments were rare, and you cherished them, basking in the simple joy of being alone with your husband.

Peter played with your hair absentmindedly, his mind clearly somewhere else. You could tell he had something on his mind; after years of marriage, you could sense his every shift in mood. You turned to look up at him, offering a soft smile.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Parker?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as if to brush off your question, but the way his lips twitched told you he wasn't going to avoid the topic for long.

"I was just thinking..." he began, drawing the words out carefully, "about how great it would be to have a daughter."

Your heart clenched instantly. You knew this was coming. He'd been dropping hints for weeks now, always bringing up baby talk whenever Ben or Tony did something cute. You tensed up, your fingers curling slightly into his shirt.

"Peter..." you said, warning clear in your voice.

He gave you the same hopeful smile he always did, that puppy-dog look that was hard to resist. "Just hear me out, okay?" He said softly, turning to face you more fully. "I've always wanted a little girl, Y/n. And I know we've got two amazing boys, but... can't you picture it? A little girl, with your eyes, your smile, who loves you just as much as I do?"

You felt a lump form in your throat, and your grip on his shirt tightened. "Peter, we've talked about this."

"I know," he said quickly, holding your gaze with a soft, pleading look. "But I just... I don't want to push you, but-"

You cut him off, shaking your head. "But you are pushing me." Your voice trembled slightly, your chest tightening as you spoke. "Peter, if you have a hidden womb I don't know about, you can carry the baby."

He blinked in surprise at your words, and you could see the confusion on his face. But you weren't done.

"Two is enough," you said firmly, your voice breaking. "I'm not going through nine months of pain and labor again. I nearly died giving birth to Tony."

Peter's face fell, guilt and shock washing over his features. "Honey, I... I didn't mean to-"

Tears were already welling up in your eyes as you interrupted him again. "Do you want me to actually die this time?"

You didn't mean to sound so harsh, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. The raw emotion, the fear that had been lurking beneath the surface, finally broke free. The memory of Tony's birth-the fear, the complications-rushed back, and the idea of going through that again terrified you to your core.

Peter's hands were on your shoulders now, his eyes wide with regret. "No! Y/n, of course not, don't even think like that," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'd never want to put you through that again. I didn't-"

You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you tried to pull yourself together. "I love you, Peter, and I love our boys. But I'm never getting pregnant again. I can't. I... I'm scared. I was lucky to survive twice. I don't think I could survive a third time."

Peter's face crumpled at your words, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'm so sorry, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I didn't know you still felt like this. I shouldn't have brought it up. I wasn't thinking."

You sobbed into his chest, clutching his shirt as if he was your lifeline. "I can't, Peter. I can't do it again. I thought... I thought we were done with that. I thought you understood."

"I do," Peter whispered, his own voice thick with emotion now. "I understand. I won't bring it up again, I promise. I don't want to lose you, Y/n/n. I just want you to be safe."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through teary eyes. "You're really okay with this?"

Peter cupped your face gently in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. "Of course I'm okay with it. I love you, and I don't need a daughter to complete our family. We have everything I could ever want. I'm so sorry I made you feel like this."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as his words sank in. Peter had always been understanding, always putting your well-being above everything else. This time was no different.

"I just... I'm scared," you admitted again, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," Peter said softly. "And I'll never ask you to go through that again. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the fear and anxiety lift slightly. Peter kissed your forehead, pulling you close once more, and this time, you let yourself relax fully in his arms. The decision had been made, and Peter understood. That was all you needed.

"I love you, Peter," you whispered, resting your head against his chest.

"I love you too," he replied, holding you tightly, his voice filled with nothing but sincerity. "And I love our family, just the way it is."

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