Teen Dad [Labor Story]
Teen Dad [Labor Story]
Peter Parker x Reader
A/N: Many, including me, did not want Teen Dad to end, haha. A lot of people also wanted it to become a series, and I guess that’s happening! This should be part 1 of the labor story, and as usual, you have to let me know if you want a part 2, because, this series doesn’t continue unless you want it to! I hope you enjoy this continuation of Teen Dad!
Ps. Also give me suggestions for baby names!
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. :)
You woke up at 3:15 in the morning to a wet bed. Three weeks ago, you hit your nine months, and any day now you would have the baby. I guess that day might be today.
“Pete, baby, wake up,” you whisper, shaking Peter slightly next to you to wake him up.
“Hm?” he said, still sounding asleep.
He rubbed his eyes and turns over to face you. He gives you a sleepy smile and put his hand out, looking for yours. I’m guessing he felt something wet, causing his eyebrows to furrow, his eyes were still closed.
“Did you pee yourself again?”
He sits up, rubbing his eyes and slapping his cheeks to wake himself up.
“Then why is it wet again love?”
“I think my water broke.”
His eyes are wide open now.
“What!? Are you sure!?”
“Yeah I’m pretty sure.”
He then suddenly gets up and runs around. Grabbing clothes and the hospital bags that you prepared earlier last month.
“I’ll wake up May,” he yelled, running out of your shared room at the moment.
“I’ll call the doctor,” you yell back.
You sat in the hospital bed. Smiling at the camera Peter was pointing at you. He likes to make little video diaries of important moments of his life. The fight against Captain America being the first one.
“We’re having the baby today guys!” He yelled, talking to the camera.
“I hope so,” you said, sighing with a smile plastered on your face, you were just so happy and excited.
“I hope so? What do you mean I hope so?”
“Labor takes a while sometimes Peter. We could have him today or tomorrow.”
Peter throws his head back and lets out a loud groan.
“I want him out today!”
“Well then give birth for me, would you?” you say with a bit of attitude. When this baby comes out, you’re going to end up having to take care of two kids. Peter, and him. You really do need to find a name for the baby already. You’re kind of getting sick of calling him, ‘him’.
He shakes his head vigorously, “no thank you, I’m good. Sorry.”
Your contractions were less than five minutes apart. You had your eyes closed, breathing slowly.
In, out, In, out, In, out
Peter did the same, trying to calm himself as well. It seems like he was in greater pain than you were.
His face was concentrated, eyes closed, hands on his knees as he is sitting on a chair next to you, breathing deeply and strongly.
“Are you having contractions too?”
“Huh? No– why would you say that?”
You turn back to look at your belly, “nothin’.”
The contractions were getting stronger now. They were so painful, you were shaking.
Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, your hair sticking to it as well. Your breathing was faster and you tried to hold back the tears.
Peter is so worried of you, he didn’t like seeing you like this, it hurts him seeing you like this.
“Should I call the nurse? Do you want an epidural? Those help right? To take the pain away?”
You shake your head no, “no, I don’t want it. I’m fine.” You managed to say.
“Are you sure? You seem to be in a lot of pain darling. I think you shoul–”
“No, I’–I’m fine.” The contraction finally ended, and you let out a deep breath.
“You are doing great love.” Peter says, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“All right, Ms. (Y/l/n), you are at 9 centimeters, one more and we’re going to start pushing.”
“One more? How long will that take? Oh my g– the baby is coming! oh my g– I need to call Aunt May! I need to call Ned too! I should tell Tony as well, oh my–.” Peter yells, grabbing his phone and running out the room to call everyone.
“Peter! Don’t leave now!” Peter quickly ran back inside, breathing as heavily as you are.
“Wow, I’m out of shape,” he says to himself while walking back towards you.
“All right, we’re at 10 centimeters, it’s time Ms. (Y/l/n).”
You nod, Peter grabbing your hand with one hand, and holding your leg with the other.
“Take a deep breath, when I count to three I want you to hold it and push, okay?”
You nod, unable to speak.
“One, two , three, push.”
You take a deep breath and push as hard as you can. This was more painful than you thought.
You scream in pain a little, Peter hushing you.
“It’s okay darling, I’m right here. Just squeeze my hand.”
“One, two, three, push,” the doctor says again.
This time you pushed harder and squeezed Peter’s hand. And this time, he was the one to scream in pain, except ten times louder than you did.
“No no,” he said, his voice high and cracking, as he tried to hold the pain within him.
“Just a little bit more, we can almost see the head.”
Peter moves a little down and looks, and his eyes goes wide before going back to you.
“N– nothing,” he said, voice still cracking. Let’s just say it was a bit scary down there.
“A few more Ms. (Y/l/n). One, two, push!”
“Hey! You didn’t say three! I wasn’t ready,” Peter yelled, also shrieking in pain as you squeeze his hand harder.
You push with all your might, causing the baby’s head to pop out.
“The head’s out! One more big push sweetie! You’re doing great!”
Peter peeks again, this time smiling wide.
“Baby! His head is out! He has curly hair just like me!”
You laugh with happy tears, “really?”
He nods his head, the smile not leaving his face. He leans in to kiss your lips.
“One more one more! One, two, push!”
You took a very deep breath and pushed harder than the last time. Pain instantly left your body, and a loud cry filled the room. You had tears running down your face before knowing it and Peter was smiling big with tears of his own.
“Baby boy at 4:37pm,” the doctor called out.
The doctor placed the baby boy on your chest.
“Here Mr. Parker,” one of the nurses said, handing Peter a pair of scissors, “cut right here please.” Peter did what he is told and cutting the umbilical cord, baby Parker crying on your chest.
“Good job mommy,” Peter says, placing a kiss on your lips.
“Thanks daddy,” you said, letting out a breathy laugh.
“Hold on,” the doctor called out, catching you and Peter’s attention.
“There’s another one on its way.”