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Another sob escapes my mouth as I lean back against the bathroom wall, the positive pregnancy test now discarded on the ground. There is no fucking way this is happening. The truth is, i'm terrified. The baby growing inside of me could turn out to be just like Peter. And not that's it's necessarily the worst thing, but the fact the a super strength baby could possibly be tearing apart my uterus and killing me, that's what sounds the worst. And I know that it's not very likely something like that would happen, but I don't want to just ignore the fact.

My eyes widen when there's a knock on the door, Peter's voice following afterwards.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" his soft voice asks.

"You're supposed to be with my dad," I sniff.

"Yeah, but I sensed something was wrong. And i was right. Can you let me in?" he asks. I sigh, standing up and walking over to the bathroom door, unlocking and sheepishly opening it to reveal myself. Peter immediately engulfs me into a hug, rubbing my back gently.

"What's up?" he asks. But I feel him tense up almost immediately after he said that, and I can tell that he just saw it laying on the ground.

"What's that?" he asks, pulling away.

"That's a positive pregnancy test," I sigh.

"Is that why you're crying?" he asks. I nod, another tear falling down my cheek.

"Shouldn't that be a good thing?" Peter asks. I can hear the hurt in his voice, he thinks I don't want to have a kid with him.

"It is, Pete. I'm just scared that- the baby will have your traits. I'm scared that it will kill me," I say, my voice wavering slightly. Realization hits Peter as he slowly leans against the door frame, running his hand through his hair.

"We'll figure it out," he mumbles after a moment of silence.

"What?"

"We'll go to your dad. He's got the resources and brains to help us out. We will have this baby, and you will be perfectly fine. Do you hear me?" Peter asks, standing up straight again. I nod, a small smile on my mouth. Peter smirks, leaning in to kiss my lips.

"Would be pretty badass to have a web-slinging baby, though."

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