T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Peter/ Baby

Forgive me! I didn't know if you meant labor or just found out shes gonna have one soo imma do both.

You and Peter had been married for a couple years. At first, you both agreed that not having any children was for the best. Especially in his line of work. He didn't want to take any chances. Which you completely understood. You were quite happy about that, you loved children, you just weren't sure if you wanted to bring one into the world.

But you didn't have a choice on that matter now. Your period hadn't shown up for a month. You didn't think anything of it. Due to having been extremely busy that month. It seemed every time you turned around someone you knew was having troubles. From your father having surgery, Peter then being in the hospital, and your grandfather having a stroke.

You really didn't have any time to think about it.

But now.

That's all you thought about. Am I preggers? The question occupied your mind all day long. You checked the calendar, you were a month and a half late. "Oh." You said aloud, completely surprised by that. You began to panick and reached for your phone calling your best friend.

"Hello?" Your friends sweet voice came to your ears. You paced around the kitchen.

"I think I'm having a baby!" You practically yelled on her ear.

"what!?" She shouted back obviously completely surprised. "I want to be called aunt/uncle Y/F/N/N." Your friends Nick name.

"You're not helping! I'm not sure if I am or not! What do I do!?"

"I don't know woman! I've never been pregnant! Go get one of those tests or something!"

"Fine, I'm leaving now. Come over?"

"You want a large fry? I'm at McDonald's."

You laughed, then asked for a pie too. You set out on your adventure, best and quick as you could. You weren't sure how many to get so you bought two. You paid for them quickly and ran back home. As you were walking up the steps you saw your friend. You walked up side by side. "You didn't tell me you were trying." They said, still in shock.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, "That's because we weren't." Instead of saying anything your friend just let out a wolf whistle as you walked into your apartment. "What do I do?" You asked, completely confused about what to do.

"Read the instructions and pee on it."

After doing what needed to be done you walked back into the living room. Sitting on the couch with your friend. You lay your head on their shoulder as you snatched the golden heaven. "Y/F/N, go check on it. I can't. I'm going to puke." They sighed, shaking their head.

"Fine." They muttered under their breath. "Wait, where's Peter?"

"He's at work." You answered. It was silence. A deafening silence. You chewed anxiously at your lip, thinking about all the possibilities. "WELL?!" You raised your voice. You heard the toilet flush.

Your friend ran back. "Yeesh, well excuse me. I had to pee." You laughed muttering an apology. You looked up with big soft eyes. "Well," they said sadly. You dropped your head. You were actually excited. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to spend the rest of your life taking care of kids."

Your face lit up and before you could even make out a sentence you were in tears. Moments later the front door opened and in walked Peter. "Hey babe," he kissed your forehead in passing. He quickly walked backwards. Stopping in front of you. "What happened?!"

"I, we, augh!" You sputtered.

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" your friend cheered.

"Wait what?!"

"Peter," he looked at you intently. "I'm pregnant." His eyes widened. His mouth dropped opened and he let out a cheer. He began talking so fast you couldn't understand a thing he said. But he was hugging you tightly and kissed your entire face.

*9 painful months later*

After three hours of labor. Your beautiful baby was here. You went into labor right when Peter was on a mission. Which meant he raced to the hospital in his Spidey suit. He was great husband and remained calm while you just screamed. But now your baby was here.

"Do you want to hold her?" The nurse asked sweetly.

"Wh, what, what if I drop her?!" Peter asked worriedly.

"Hurry up Peter! Just hold her so I can see her face!"

Gently, he held the little new born in his arms. Tears started to stream down his face. "Hi," she smiled. "I'm your daddy."

Well. There's that.