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Back at home, Y/n found herself navigating the early stages of her unexpected pregnancy with a mix of determination and uncertainty. The positive test result had confirmed the new life growing within her, a reality that both overwhelmed and motivated her. To manage her swirling thoughts and emotions, she immersed herself in household tasks—cooking elaborate meals and meticulously cleaning every corner of her home. These activities provided a semblance of control amidst the profound changes she was experiencing.
Matt arrived home earlier than usual that day, signaling his intention to don the Daredevil persona earlier in the evening. His dual life often pulled him away, leaving Y/n to grapple with her situation largely on her own. Sensing her friend's need for support, Leah stepped in to assist. She began taking shifts at the bakery, ensuring Y/n had the help she needed during this pivotal time. Leah's presence offered Y/n not only practical assistance but also emotional comfort, reminding her that she wasn't alone on this journey.
Y/n's reliance on household chores as a coping mechanism is a common response to the myriad changes pregnancy brings. Engaging in familiar tasks can offer a sense of normalcy and control. However, it's equally important to balance these activities with adequate rest and self-care.
Stumbling over her words as she saw Matt walking through the doors. "Your home." Joining her and he kissed the side of her head with Y/n rubbing his arm as he took off the glasses.
"What a fucking day." Sighing and trying to refer to the Frank things without putting on the dot that she was helping him once more. "I need to figure out cake planning since I'm not allowed to bake my fucking cake, Brainstorm who we think is going to come to the wedding; I'm thinking about renting out the venue to look around. Along with thinking about us. Finally. After eve-"
Tilting his head to the side, Matt had heard the heart racing coming from her body along with the metal on the table. "Who's gun is that?"
"Mine. I stopped and got one on the way from the Bakery." Coming up with some kind of excuse. "It's okay. I'm figuring a place to put it with your daredevil suit so it's not out in the open for when the baby comes." Trying to get his attention off of the gun and the 'what if' that came with it.
