Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 1 of 2]
Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 1 of 2]
Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: I guess it’s kind of sad?
A/N: This would be the Finale part 1 of 2! I was going to make it one big ending but, I decided to cut it into two parts, mainly because this ending gets you more curious about what’s going to happen next. Let me know what you think :) My goal was to make you feel warm and happy inside and also make you cry and hurt your heart a little haha (Though I don’t think I can, I’m not that good of a writer) | i love you all ! :) <3
Sorry if I forgot you! Please let me know if I left you out or if you want to be tagged or removed. (Please let me know what you want to be tagged to) I’m new to this tagging thing haha and my inbox was full of a lot of Teen Dad part requests so things got confusing. :)
Peter ran back home, breathing heavily.
It was around midnight, Aunt May should be asleep.
Peter unlocked the door, opening it carefully, and shutting it quietly behind his back.
Walking back to his room, he was startled when Aunt May was watching him from the hallway.
“May. Wh– what are you doing up this late?”
“I should be asking you the same thing, Peter.”
“I– I was just going out for a walk. That’s all.”
“And why are you going out this late at night?”
“I– I couldn’t sleep, but I’m tired now, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And with that, Peter walked past Aunt May, walking straight to his room.
Getting up later than usual, since it is winter break after all, Peter slept till 9am, usually he wakes up at 6:30 for school.
He got up and walked to the kitchen to get breakfast.
“Good morning, look, I need to get some stuff from the store, I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
She said, she grabbed her keys, walking towards the door.
“It’s going to take you one to two hours to get ‘some’ stuff?”
She scoffed, hand on the door knob, “you know how I am.” She laughs, making Peter laugh as well, knowing how she gets distracted and ends up buying everything but what she needed.
She gave Peter a soft smile, “I miss seeing that smile of yours sweetie.” Peter looked down, nodding.
“I do too.”
“Do you think you’ll be okay being by yourself for a couple of days?”
Your mom yelled over the loud sound of her hair dryer.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“Call May if anything happens, I talked to her the other day.”
“Okay, I will.”
She put the dryer down and turned around, looking at you sitting quietly on the foot of her bed.
“Sweetie,” she said, holding my chin up.
“Still haven’t talked to Peter huh?”
You shook your head no. She sighed, caressing your cheek.
“Don’t look so down baby girl, something will turn up, okay?”
Peter laid on his bed, staring at his phone.
He’s been thinking of when he should call (Y/n). He doesn’t know what’s going on with her anymore. Is she okay? Is she happy? Sad? Still mad at him? Will she ever forgive him? Is she feeling sick at all? His finger hovered over her name. One little tap and he would be calling you.
He let out a sigh, jumping and dropping his phone on his face when it started ringing.
He let it go to voicemail. He didn’t want to talk to anyone but (Y/n) right now and he doesn’t know if he can even do that.
Tony Stark Misscall (1)
Tony Stark Voice Mail (1)
He clicked on the voicemail, Tony never calls and it left him curious.
“Hey, Spidey. What happened last night? Did you tell her? I really hope you do make the right decision. Think hard about what’s more important, and make the right decision all right?”
Peter thought hard about it alright.
He still wasn’t ready to be a father, but he still loves (Y/n). He still doesn’t know what to do but all he knows is that he loves you.
An hour or two after your mom left, you felt a little dizzy.
Holding your head, you closed your eyes before passing out on the couch.
Aunt May came home, Peter was passed out on the couch.
“Peter,” she cooed, “wake up honey.”
Peter opens his eyes slowly and props himself up onto his elbows.
“What– what time is it?”
“It’s time for you to wake up. Stop sleeping so much, you didn’t use to be so sleepy all the time.”
“I just haven’t been getting any sleep lately.”
She sat down next to him, he scrunching his legs up to his chest, putting his head on his knees.
“Talk to her.”
“Call her, visit her, talk to her when you see her!”
“I– I just can’t May. It’s not as easy as you think.”
“It is as easy as I think Peter. You both are so depressed about being apart. You know how to make that depression go away? BE TOGETHER.”
“But the baby! That’s the only thing I’m afraid of May. I don’t know how to be a father. I’m still a kid.”
She sighs, fully turning to him this time.
“Pete, do you think I was ready to take care of you when your parents passed away?”
She looked straight into his teary brown eyes.
“I was as terrified as you were. But you were my responsibility. You and (Y/n) did what you did and you have to deal with the consequences. I didn’t raise you to be irresponsible.”
Peter had tears streaming down his face, he was silent. May wiped the tears away from his cheeks, and kissed his salty cheeks.
“You’ll be fine Pete, trust me on this. Okay?” Peter nodded.
“Good. I have to go leave again, I have a dinner to go to with some friends. Be good, okay? I brought home some take out if you’re hungry.”
He nodded, still quiet.
She kissed his forehead, “love you.”
“Love you too.”
You woke up a couple hours later, rubbing your head. What happened? You wondered. All you can remember is your mom kissing you goodbye and binge watching Pretty Little Liars afterwards. When you looked down, your eyes open quickly.
You saw some blood, knowing what that meant, you called Aunt May right away.
Peter turns around as he heard a phone ringing. It wasn’t his usual ring tone, so he looked behind him with a confused look. Seeing May’s phone on the table, he sighs.
She left her phone again.
Grabbing the phone, he checked who was calling. Seeing your name popped up on the screen, his eyes goes wide, but he decides to answer anyways. This was his chance to make things right with you again.
“Aunt May!” He heard, her voice was shaky and cracking. You can hear her sobbing, panick was also heard in her voice.
“I need to go to the hospital. My– my mom is out right now and– and no one can go with me so if you can– can you meet me there? I– I’m so scared. I’ll text you the address. I wish Peter was here.” You whispered the last part to yourself before you ended the call, but Peter still heard. Guilt formed around his heart. He couldn’t stand hearing you so hurt. He doesn’t know what’s going on but he snapped out of his thoughts once he heard a ding. Looking back at the phone, seeing that you sent the address to the hospital you’re going to, Peter ran out the door in a heartbeat.
You sat in a hospital bed.
Heart pounding in your chest.
Constantly rubbing your hands together.
Your whole body was trembling.
Thoughts running through your mind.
Constantly looking at the door.
Waiting for Aunt May to walk in.
Waiting for the doctor to tell you what you needed to hear.
The longer you wait, the more you tried to convinced yourself that whatever happened, whatever was happening.
Happened for a reason.
Maybe losing the baby, maybe it’s suppose to happen. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing. Maybe it was a reality check. Maybe the baby showed you something you didn’t notice in the relationship you had with Peter. That he didn’t love you as much as you thought. Because, without the baby happening, you wouldn’t realize that him being Spider-Man was more important than him being yours.