This is just a little ditty that I wanted to write for fun. Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts/opinions. This is set mainly in the TASM movie-verse.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Spider-man/The Amazing Spider-man.

Gwen closed the bedroom door firmly with a loud and purely unintentional slam. It shut so suddenly that the man on the other side had to leap out of the way so as not to break his nose.

"Gwen?" Peter pleaded, leaning on the door frame with his forehead against the door. "Please, honey, just talk to me!"

Gwen sunk down onto the bed, holding her head in her hands. She felt immediately very guilty at the tone of concern in Peter's voice. She hadn't meant to worry him, but there was no way she could talk to him right then. Her brain had gone on overload. She had been at Oscorp for the past three hours, with her mind nowhere near the proofs she was supposed to be going over and, yet, she was still feeling in over her head.

"Peter, I just need to be alone for now." Gwen managed to say, her voice surprisingly hard. The silence on his side of the door made her feel even worse. She hadn't meant for that either! She didn't even attempt to wipe away the tear that dripped down her cheek. Peter, still leaning in the hall, fought for the right words.

"I just…are…I just want to make sure you're alright, Gwen." He stammered. Gwen's single tear was followed by a small army of waterworks just at the sound of his worried voice. "Are…are you?"

Gwen wiped her face, trying to understand. Was she alright? She had so many emotions inside her and though many of them were positive, there were just so many. It was overwhelming. The illogical fear she had been suppressing for the entire afternoon and now the guilt for being so unfair to Peter did not make matters any better.

"No," she finally whispered. "I mean yes, I'm…I'm…I don't know."

Peter stayed quiet for a long time. Something was obviously bothering her, but he knew that pressing her too hard about it would only worsen things.

"Gwen, if you need me to do anything-"

"I don't. It's fine, Peter. I just need to be alone, okay? Just…just go." Gwen sobbed. She didn't want that last part to sound as mean as it probably had, but she needed time to think. Peter didn't say anything, but his footsteps told her that he had indeed gone. She heard the front door of their apartment open and then close. The silence that followed sent another band of tears down Gwen's cheeks. She hadn't wanted to push Peter away. He was the only person that she needed right now, the most important. But she was so scared. They had skirted around the topic once or twice since their marriage, but they had never actually discussed it. Gwen was filled with worry; they were so in love and would stand by each other's side through thick and thin, she knew that, but was it too soon?

Gwen didn't know how long she sat on the bed, her mind jumping from on absurd conclusion to another. Once she had cried herself out, she got up and went into the bathroom. She didn't look in the mirror until after she had splashed cold water over her face. Even then, when she finally looked up, her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. She put some eye drops in, which helped a little, and then sighed. If Peter could love her looking like this, he could love her through anything. Gwen stared herself down in the mirror, willing the fear away. There was no question about it; she had to tell Peter now. She took a deep breath and then let her feet lead her out of the bathroom, the bedroom, and soon the apartment. She somehow knew exactly where her spider man would be.

"Peter?"

Gwen's voice was hushed and quiet. Peter looked up and saw her standing in the door frame. He was sitting on the roof, leaning against the brick wall that bordered the edges. He had retreated to the rooftop and was listening absentmindedly to his police scanner. He had been thinking only of his wife and, now that she was here, Peter stood slowly. Gwen's eyebrows were creased and she was wringing her hands nervously.

"Peter, I'm…I'm really sorry for just now." She said quickly, taking a few steps towards him. "I just…freaked out and I didn't mean to and-"

Peter closed the space between them, relieved, and kissed her swiftly. Gwen let herself melt into him.

"Don't worry about it," Peter said when he had pulled away. He traced her cheekbones with his thumbs. His eyes were wide with worry. "But…what's going on? Are…are you ok?"

An honest smile flickered upon Gwen's face.

"Yeah, I'm…I'm ok," she said. Peter raised his eyebrows and Gwen moved towards the wall of the rooftop, nodding reassuringly. "I'm better than ok, actually."

"Good," Peter smiled. Gwen's eyes glowed and she held Peter's gaze for a long moment before quickly looking out at the city. Peter's smile faded a little and he neared her with curiosity.

"Gwen…?" he began.

"I have to tell you something," Gwen said suddenly, turning her attention back to him raptly. Her heartbeat raced and her fingers were trembling slightly.

"Oh?" Peter raised his eyebrows once more, amused this time. He went to stand beside her. The exchange was uncannily similar to when Peter revealed his secret identity to her. Gwen, seeming to recognize this as well, laughed gently. She sighed and took his hand in hers and felt some of the fear disappear.

"Eight years ago, on a roof just like this one, you kissed me for the first time and told me something that you hadn't ever told anyone else." She started, remembering every detail of that night: how there was just a hint of a chill in the air, the twinge of disappointment Gwen had felt when Peter mentioned the vigilante and the car thief, the shock of finding out that he was in fact the vigilante…and then of course, the warmth of Peter's lips on hers.

Presently, Gwen laced her fingers together behind Peter's neck, longing for that warmth again. Confidence filled her as she knew suddenly that everything would be fine. Peter touched his nose to hers and the corners of Gwen's lips lifted as she continued to talk. "And two years ago, in this exact spot, you asked me to marry you."

"Mmhmm…" Peter breathed, moving to kiss her. Gwen smirked, moving her head back tauntingly.

"So…" she whispered, looking up into her husband's twinkling eyes. "It only seems right me to tell you this here…"

Peter waited for her to go on, suddenly feeling something like nerves fluttering through his veins. A thought was forming in his head like puzzle. The pieces weren't all there, but suddenly, he was beginning to guess what Gwen was about to tell him. But that couldn't be it…could it?

"I'm just going to say it." Gwen sighed, more to herself than to Peter. She closed her eyes for a second, preparing, and then looked back up. "I went to the doctor before work today and-"

"All available units to South 53 Street, we have a serious apartment fire, citizens still in the building, cause unknown. I repeat: all available units to South 53 Street." The police scanner blared.

Peter glanced back at it and closed his eyes. He listened closely and his spider senses allowed him to hear the distant wail of sirens. A random, severe fire meant most likely people would be expecting Spider-man to come to the rescue. But going to the emergency would mean leaving Gwen on the rooftop just as she was telling him what might be the most pivotal news of his, and her, life. Peter's decision came in a heartbeat. When he turned back to Gwen, however, he saw a flicker of resigned disappointment in her eyes.

"No," Peter said quickly.

"Peter, if you have-"

"No, no, no, babe, I'm all yours, alright?" Peter said firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Gwen seemed to be debating something in her head. She nodded.

"You go right after I tell you, alright?" she asked. "I know you have to, but I also know you might not want to after I tell you but I don't want you to-"

Peter silenced her with a soft kiss.

"Alright." He whispered. "Now, what is it?"

Gwen smiled, more genuinely than ever. The words gushed out of her.

"We're having a baby, Peter."

Peter's face froze. Gwen watched him expectantly, but he didn't move. He just kept staring at her, as if she hadn't spoken at all. Gwen blinked and the fear started to seep its way back into her. But there was something new…an excitement that had previously been masked by her worry. She couldn't help but start to smile. Peter's expression, however, remained motionless, his brown eyes wide. He has supposed, yes, that she was going to tell him this, but…hearing her actually say it stunned him.

"Peter?"Gwen asked tentatively. He blinked as if breaking out of a trance. To Gwen's relief, a soft smile rose upon his lips.

"You…you're…" his eyes glimmered. Gwen beamed and nodded. "And we're…we're going to be…?"

"Yes, Peter!" Gwen laughed, new tears suddenly pricking her eyes. "You're going to be a Daddy."

"Oh my god!" Peter's face broke into a beam and he suddenly lifted Gwen into the air and spun around, laughing joyously.

"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, setting Gwen back on her feet. Gwen laughed and pulled his face to hers, kissing him. Peter kissed her back with a refreshed kind of excitement before dancing her around the roof. "This is incredible. We're going to be parents!"

Gwen giggled as they leapt about with almost child-like joy, both laughing and grinning like fools. Peter took her hand and spun her into him once more. Gwen looked up into his eyes and sobered. She turned around so that she was facing him completely and ran her fingers over his face. Peter calmed down similarly, touching his nose to Gwen's tenderly.

"I love you so much," he murmured. Gwen's eyes twinkled back at him.

"I love you too." She breathed. Their eyes locked affectionately. In unison, Peter and Gwen laughed again, grinning. Peter lowered his hands to gently touch Gwen's presently slim stomach. He warmed inside to think that in just a few months, the physical evidence of his and Gwen's love would be visible. And a few months after that, they'd be holding their little boy or girl.

"You're going to be such a good mom," he told her, breaking the silence. Gwen's eyes filled with warm, joyful tears. Her lips twitched into a smile mixed with gratitude, hope, and a little nervousness.

"And you, Peter," Gwen said, though her voice was choked. A few tears trickled down her cheeks, but Gwen was beaming. Peter wiped the wetness from her cheeks. "You are going to be…the best father any child could ever have."

Peter's smile was soft. "I hope so," he whispered before dropping his chin and kissing Gwen gently. She kissed him back with less gentleness and more passion, clutching his messy hair with her fingers. Peter let out a moan and pressed her closer to him, hands on the small of her back, deepening their embrace.

"Copy, fire's spreading, we're going to need some back up," the police scanner spoke with static.

"Peter…" Gwen whispered, resurfacing for breath. Peter shook his head, eyes closed. He took her face in his hands and continued to kiss her deeply. Gwen felt the wind knock out of her and she could have gone with it, but the scanner spoke again.

"Where's that Spider-man when you need him?"

Peter separated his lips from Gwen's reluctantly, looking at her with eyes full of an unspoken apology.

"Go," Gwen said gently, pressing her fingers against his. He opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but Gwen shook her head, smiling a little. "You promised, remember?"

Peter chuckled hesitantly. "Yeah, I guess I did." He sighed. "We're going to do something to celebrate when I get back."

"Just come back to me in one piece," Gwen told him, only half-joking.

"I will." Peter smiled and kissed Gwen once more, very softly on the lips. He made himself pull away and stripped out of his street clothes, revealing the red and blue Spider-man suit. Gwen took the clothes from him, hugging them to her chest and breathing in his warm smell, watching with loving eyes as he pulled the mask over his face. He turned his head to her and, although the mask made it impossible to tell for sure, Gwen was certain that Peter was grinning from ear to ear.

"Be careful," she ordered. He saluted her before sprinting towards the wall and vaulting over it. Gwen ran to the edge and watched as her husband swung from building to building.

"Woohoo!" his voice rang out deliriously. Gwen smiled, pressing her palm lightly to her stomach.

"That's your Daddy," she murmured to the tiny life inside of her. She watched Peter until he was a mere speck in the distance. Once he had disappeared, she walked back to the stairwell, back into the apartment to wait for Peter to return and hold to the hope that he would. As she stretched out on the couch, turning on the evening news, she thought about how, soon enough, she wouldn't be the only one waiting for Peter to come home. There'd be a child, to whom Peter's identity and secret life would have to be explained and who, for all intents and purposes, would need Peter to come home more than anyone. Gwen sighed, a smile playing on her lips, and felt a fresh wave of excitement for the new life ahead. Eventually she fell asleep with the news still on and thoughts of the future filling her dreams.

And so it began.