Six Months

This is my fic for the Spideychelle Secret Santa 2019! Hope you all enjoy, especially Lynn, AKA SpideychelleCarwheelerTrash

Six months.

Peter and Michelle had been married for 6 months. And even if she didn't like the stigma and society norms attached to marriage, MJ loved being married.

Now known as Jones-Parker, she liked waking up next to who she believed to be the one. The one who MJ wanted to spend every moment with forever.

And Peter loved it too. He was scared at first, with how much MJ intimidated him while they were dating, but she almost seemed to loosen up while keeping every shred of her personality.

So six months into marriage, Peter shouldn't have been surprised when MJ all but slammed three small, white test sticks on the bed next to him.

"What's this about?" Peter asked, putting down the book he was reading before flipping the sticks over. He looked up at his wife, unable to read her face as he felt his body go into shock. "I-I-I...I don't know what to say. You're preg-"

"I'm terrified." MJ said, sitting down on the bed while running a hand through her messy hair. "Completely and utterly terrified."

"I don't wanna say that you shouldn't be shocked, because we haven't exactly been safe-" MJ's glare was enough to make him switch gears. "Maybe you bought 3 faulty ones?"

"Well, there's only one thing to do, I guess." MJ groaned, as she went through her contacts quickly before showing the number to Peter, revealing that she was calling her OBGYN. "Let's hope it's 3 faulty tests."

•••

Pregnant.

MJ was almost 13 weeks pregnant, and it left her in a shocked, almost numb state. MJ's biggest fear was turning into her mother, and being a mother very well could set off a similar set of events that would lead her to leave Peter and the baby.

Peter, however, was so excited. Scared, but ready to dive in head first into parenthood. That being said, he knew exactly what was eating at MJ, and he knew why she wanted to deal with her own demons before bringing a baby into their marriage.

That's why the drive home was silent. The books on pregnancy and parenthood that MJ's OBGYN recommended to them sitting on the dashboard, staring her right in the face. Making the situation even more real.

As soon as the two of them got into their apartment, MJ broke down in Peter's arms. Clutching to him like he was her life source.

"I'm so scared. I can't do this." She sobbed against his shoulder. Even though his warm embrace was what got them into this mess in the first place, she welcomed the comfort it brought. "What are we gonna do?"

"We'll figure it out." Peter soothed, running his fingers through her hair. "We'll be able to do this."

•••

MJ accepted her pregnancy slowly. While it was relatively smooth physically, hence why she didn't find out till she was entering her second trimester, it was mentally terrifying. She didn't want to be her mom, but she didn't want to lose the baby as the same time.

Everything seemed to feel like it was gonna be alright as the weeks passed. Peter's constant morning and night reassurances. Her stupid pregnancy app telling her how big the baby was by comparison to fruits and vegetables.

Which, by the way, it was as big as a avocado. That earned several laughs from the couple cause they didn't know what size avocado.

By Christmas, she had fully accepted the pregnancy, and was now beginning to get excited. She and Peter had already surprised her dad, who was ecstatic about having his first grandchild. After the initial announcement, he made sure to reassure MJ that once again, she was not her mother.