'just wait another day I'll be back before you know'

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Hi guys. I wanted to write a quick note before this chapter started, a second of your time would be greatly appreciated. I know and come to understand that people enjoy this story, but please also understand that I as an author also have a life outside the app. Updates have been slack lately, I understand, but demanding for an update will not make me write them any quicker. Being a teenager is hard enough as it is, so please, some patience would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

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For the passing days that followed the news that Peter had received, the teenager allowed himself to become corrupt in the midst of his mind. The thick grey cloud that swallowed his thoughts and actions were yet to seize, still hollowing out the inner side of his skull. He was unresponsive for a few days, locking himself away behind the walls of your room in the compound, not letting anyone pass the seal of the door to enter. He would and was doing everything in his power to protect you and his baby...

His mind couldn't come to compromise the thoughts that every time he placed his hand on your clothed stomach there was a baby growing, his baby. A son or daughter that he had put there. On purpose. Releasing inside you on that night that he finally got to touch you again, he made sure he buried his seed deep. And now he was worried. Was he some kind of control freak? He was at the forefront of his mind that night, but somewhere inside him there was a switch that flicked, something taking over like putting you in this position would force you to stay...

Peter wasn't sure whether he was beginning to lose his mind, not hearing your voice for almost a week, not feeling your touch, right after almost losing you... It was pure torture.

Peter had been warned of the side effects following the corruption in your bloodstream, in which case it was a high chance that this baby might not even make it through the first semester of growth, and even if it did... it was going to painful for you to endure for nine months. He had to ask himself over and over if he was even ready for this? Was he really ready to become a dad at eighteen, almost nineteen years of age? Were you ready?

Peter knew that whatever you said went, it didn't matter what he thought. If you didn't want the baby then he wasn't going to force you to have it. The staff were still running tests, the thought that whatever it was growing inside of you might not even be human; it could merely be a spawn of what had attacked you in the first place. Despite the symbiote not exactly being harmful, there was still the worry that sat in his stomach.

More days passed through into the nights where Peter had lost track of sleep, his mind only solely focused on you now. His hair had grown tired of standing on end, sinking into a mope, his face tired and littered with even smaller pieces of facial hair. He hadn't showered, nor ate or slept in what felt like weeks. The probability was that the worse had passed and you could on get better from here on out. Tests had been run and notes had been made, all kept away from the weary eyes of Peter, under the strict order from Tony.

Tony was feeling the wrath of silence just as much as everyone else in the compound. Peter had been more than protective over you these past few days, not only were you bearing his child but you were vulnerable, exposed to the open with an unknown symbiote running loose around your body. So far your organs had remained stabilised, but whatever it was that was growing inside of you was growing fast. Tony had never seen anything like it, and neither had Dr Banner, causing a moment of concern between the pair.

In a normal pregnancy, as Tony had been made aware, the 'baby bump' as some might call would start to predominantly form around thirteen weeks. It had been just over a week and your stomach was already swelling. There had been movement, harsh movement at that, littering the roof of your stomach with bruises. He knew once he saw, that Peter must not see what 'it' was doing to you.

More days were passing and you weren't showing many signs of life or movement, other than the monitours that were supplying you with borrowed air. However, growth was quickening and Peter wasn't the only one who was starting to notice.

Tony knuckled collided gently with the glass of the reinforced door of your room in the medical bay. He could see in from the outside that Peter was sitting where he always sat, at your bedside with his hands together, eyes red and teary staring you down. His head jolted at the sudden sound; being submerged in a subtle silence for so long can affect one's attention span.

Peter had given up hope trying to defend himself against Tony, he knew that from here on out he wasn't going to be able to keep you alive on his own. Peter nodded softly, giving Tony the one-way signal that he could enter and he wouldn't pounce. The tension in the air was thick like paint on a canvas, smudged and dripping it's way down to the bottom before splitting and splashing onto the cold floor. The clicks of shoes were the only noises that accompanied your heart monitor for a few moments until Tony broke the silence.

"I've been speaking to some of the nurses," Tony sighed, watching Peter's eyes light up in hope, "They want... To do an operation, but it would mean putting Y/N in an induced coma for a few days."

"What kind of operation?" Peter quizzed, his voice dry and cracked. It stung Tony to see such a happy go lucky kid with bright skin and eyes, a smile that could light up the room and a heart filled with so much ambition eventually crumble under the weight and pressure of sinking too far towards the sea bed.

Tony bit the inside of his lip, running a hand down his face. He made his way towards Peter with weary steps and careful eyes, sitting in the empty chair beside his intern. Tony didn't know how to say it, and he knew Peter would be upset, but he was also hoping that on the brighter side of things he would understand... And only want what was best for you.

"Peter... You understand it's not a... A baby, right? That's growing?" Tony asked softly with a soft brow and tight lips. "We-We can't even be certain what it is-"

"It... Really, Tony?" Peter scoffed.

"Peter you have to understand that the first showing in a pregnancy doesn't appear until thirteen weeks into growth... Y/N is a week and a half in and already she's already starting to show. Doesn't that concern you too, Peter?" Tony shook his head, turning in his seat. If he was going to convince Peter, then he needed him on his side. It wasn't going to be easy, seeing as there was a small ongoing war between words that left one another lips.

Peter's lips quivered because he had seen the signs himself, but he thought that choosing to ignore them would have been easier. He wanted nothing more than to see you carrying his child, have that kind of future with you in green meadows filled with flowers, holding your hand alongside his son or daughters. But seeing you, like this... It just wasn't right, and you weren't even awake to recon with.

"So what exactly are you suggesting we do?" Peter swallowed, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. Your skin had lost its colour, your lips weren't as plump and your eyes were dulled with black circles much like Peters.

"The only thing that we can do is surgically remove it, kid... While she still has a chance."

"Worst case scenario is you don't?" Peter asked wishfully.

"... I don't... I don't need to say it. I just hope that you'll do the right thing..."

Peter did plan on doing the right thing, but he needed a set mind and being trapped in your room wasn't exactly helping. Tony had advised that he take a long shower, and Peter was complying to orders for once. He'd been solely focused on you and only you for so long he hadn't let his mind wander. But of course, it only ever wondered back to you... Thinking about how it should have been, how he should have asked, how you would have prepared, how both of you could have planned this as a team...

He imagined he'd come home one night from patrol, in the later years of life may be mid-twenties. You'd be on the couch, watching TV snuggled next to a dog or any pet that you decided on... He'd saunter in, dropping his suit to the ground because you always loved the feeling of his skin, so warm and fresh. The TV would be long forgotten, picking you up with eyes on eyes, lips on lips walking you to the bedroom.

Maybe he'd foreplay, maybe he'd go straight in, but he'd ask you first...

"Y/N?" He'd whisper, towering over you right before you dive in for the condom.

You'd swallow, turning back to face his doe brown eyes and tilt your head, "yes?" confusion and sudden worry filling your chest.

He'd smile with the sudden nerves, biting back a chuckle as he nudged your nose with his, softly asking under his breath, "I want a baby..."

He dreamed that you'd agree, nodding with satisfaction and let him feel the feeling of luxury again, of going raw and rough- or maybe soft... Sensual, gentle. He'd hold you close, hands on your hips, legs, breasts, cheeks, lips, keeping you close to him with every movement. The room would be filled with breathless giggles, your signature smile and sweet moans as he penetrated you softly... Maybe for the last time in a while. He wouldn't make you beg, only if you wanted to, for him to fill you... On second thought maybe he'd like that, asking you to fill him, getting lost in the feeling of being so close to your high.

Maybe a few days would pass and you'd get a little sick, only hoping that it was the beginning of your future. And then he'd come home to your rosy cheeks and breathless smile, holding a positive pregnancy test in your fingers, running into his arms. He'd little you with kisses, tracing them down your neck, over your jaw bone... Down to the valley on your breasts... Across your stomach, and before long the living room floor was decorated with your clothes.

That was how it should of gone... Instead, he knew that this whole thing was a mistake, an accident.

Shutting off the water Peter rubbed a solid hand down his face, biting the tearing muscle behind his lip trying not to cry. He was surprised he even had the energy left, he'd cried so much. It was a job getting dressed with the ache in his tired bones and the urge to sleep trying to take over his body. It was hard to find the urge to keep fighting anymore, but Peter knew he had to do it, for you more than anyone.

Throwing the dirty towels into the wash basked, Peter trudged himself back down the stairs and across the compound where he headed for your room. He passed a few familiar faces who gave him knowing looks of sympathy and condolence, but non of them knew his pain. Turning the last corner Peter yawned aloud, tears clouding his eyes when suddenly he stopped. Because for some odd reason, whether the water had gotten under his skin or the lack of sleep was causing some kind of odd hallucination... But whatever it was, he could see you... Standing there dressed in a hospital gown with your hair still in the ponytail that he had tied for you. You looed confused, dazed, malnourished and scared like you were in some kind of unknown land. Peter knew your pain... You were awake.

"Y/N..."

Your headshot around looking directly down the hallway to where you had heard the voice that you had been dying to hear for so long. You had awoken, finally, yet in a room that was not yours with strange smells and sounds filling your senses, unknown as to where you were until you saw nurse pass by your window. That was when you knew you were still safe... In the compound... Blazing questions and thoughts wondering as to where your other half may-be.

And now, you were running. Your feet pounding into the solid flooring as you reached out, diving into the airs of your lover. He was warm, soft and smelled like love, love that you had been starved of for what felt like a month. Finally, you were indulged of your ever-growing addiction to Peter Parker. Your bodies were filled with shock, still, as the air that swayed between you as your bones clenched under the strength of never letting go. Both crying, both happy, both scared and confused but it didn't matter... Because you were okay, you were going to be okay, and you could figure this out together.

"Fuck! You're alive! Y/N I thought you were dead, talk to me, please"

"I'm okay, I'm fine" You swallowed, pulling back and grabbing Peter by his plump pink cheeks now restored of faith and life, "I'm alive and I've never been better" you nodded, leaning into his touch and smell to meet the lips you missed the most. Your toes curled as your lips moved in sync that met the rhythm of your heartbeat, his hands clenching you tighter against him as he held you around his waist.

Pulling away in a hurry Peter left you dazzled, "Y/N what about-" Peter swallowed, dropping you back down to your feet, his eyes dipped down towards your lower half, "w-what about the baby?"

You blinked, nose flaring as your heart sank down to your feet. Your blood rushed around your body like a freshly born thoroughbred on the race track, sweat shining off of it's freshly clipped coat, foaming at the clenched teeth as it soared around the last bend. Your hairs stood on end like the feeling on a sharp chill running down the back of your spine, eyes blown wide and mouth dry as you looked up at Peter with uncertainty and confusion...

"... What baby?"

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Hello all!

It's been a rough few weeks for me, I'm sorry for not updating. Again, demanding it from me doesn't make it come quicker.

My person life has admittedly been getting in the way lately and I am trying my hardest. Being a teenager is hard and work is up my ass right now. I had to take some time off for a while as my mental health hasn't been great and I'm a little rusty so please excuse the poor update 👆🏻

Besides all, I love you!

There will be a sequel to this book!

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