𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Baby Parker Chaos

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Teen pregnancy, panic, slight cursing, protective Tony Stark, mild emotional distress, dramatic reader energy, Peter being the softest bean but terrified of dying via Iron Dad, accidental proposal, chaos toddler.

Summary → A broken condom. A pregnancy. Tony's fury. Peter's panic. And somehow, a chaotic toddler and surprise proposal later, pure love.

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It all started with one condom breaking.

One. Freaking. Condom. The deadliest snap of latex in human history.

You and Peter had been together since you were sixteen...young, stupid, head over heels, and utterly inseparable. Every kiss felt like gravity was pulling you into each other. Every glance lasted too long. And that first time? It had been awkward and sweet and fumbly and perfect, wrapped in giggles and whispered "I love you"s. You were careful. But even the universe sometimes has other plans.

And yours apparently included becoming a mother at seventeen.

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You stared at the test. It stared back.

Your bathroom-plush, sleek, and obnoxiously Stark in every way-suddenly felt like a prison. The walls were closing in. The marble tiles were too white. The mirror was mocking you.

Two. Pink. Lines.

"No," you whispered, like it might change things. "No no no no-oh my god, no! "

You clutched the sink, knuckles white. Your heartbeat was thunder. Your stomach did a full Olympic flip. This couldn't be real.

"I'm dying," you said out loud. "I'm literally dying. I'm going to combust. I'm seventeen and pregnant and dying."

And like any logical teenager with billionaire parents and a genius-level IQ, you did the most sensible thing you could think of:

You fainted.

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You came back to with Peter kneeling beside you, his face soaked in terror.

"Babe?! Babe?! Y/N, are you okay?! You're breathing weird-oh god-should I call an ambulance? Should I-"

You groaned. "Peter..."

He flinched like you'd cursed his entire bloodline. "Oh thank god. You passed out! Why'd you pass out?! Did you hit your head?! Wait-were you electrocuted?! I told you not use your straightener in the-"

You sat up and shoved the pregnancy test in his chest like it was radioactive.

Peter blinked. Took it. Looked at it.

And then...

"Oh."

Silence.

Then: "Oh."

Then, louder: "OH MY GOD-"

You slapped a hand over his mouth. "Do not say 'pregnant' in a Stark-owned building with FRIDAY always listening like a spy! She'll tell my dad and then my dad will kill you, and I'm not emotionally ready to lose my boyfriend and my dignity in the same week!"

Peter was pale. Like sickly snowman pale. "We used protection. We always use protection. I'm always careful. I even checked the expiry date!"

"Maybe it broke," you said weakly. "I don't know. I'm not a physicist-"

"-you got an A in Physics-"

"-OKAY BUT NOT A BABY IN PHYSICS!"