... yeah there's Superfamily... yeah there's mpreg. This thing is basically just a guilty pleasure for me all wrapped up into one. So enjoy.
Well this was my old preferred version of a Mpreg!verse or Omega!verse, but then I decided that Harry makes a slightly better Omega / pregnant person then Peter so it's switched. Still can make a damn good argument for it being Peter though.
Still, shameless guilty pleasure pretty early in these drabbles. I'm not saying there's gonna' be more soon, but there will defiantly be more eventually.
"Harry!" Peter managed to sound excited to see the blonde. Harry was sure if their places were swapped he would be more likely to want to kill the person who put him into that position. Being eight hours into labor didn't appear to be a particularly pleasant experience.
Tony was glaring at him from his spot by Peter's side, Steve just looked relieved. Harry was sure as the hours passed even Captain America would have started to lose hope about him showing up.
"Hey Pete, sorry I'm late – I swear the bastards who decided a company meeting was more important than the birth of my child are going to get fired," he knows it isn't the best apology, but it seemed to make Tony's glare turn into an understanding look.
"It's okay, you're here now," Peter shrugs and it just kills Harry because the fact that Peter hasn't even bothered to quip at him means he's tired.
"How you doing?" Harry asked, as he moves to take Tony's spot and Peter's hand.
"Fine, tired, was kind of thinking of having a nap to kill some time," Peter replied shrugging.
"Sorry for disturbing you then," Harry said which earned him smile.
"Nah, its fine now I can just start thinking of creative ways to make you pay for the pain you're putting me through aloud – I'm thinking starting with kicking you of the bed. Oh, and you can look after the baby for the first month – at least!" Peter replied, smile still on his face.
Harry noticed that Steve and Tony were leaving the room out of the corner of his eye, likely to go get food. He had a feeling they hadn't left Peter's side since they found out about him going into labour.
"Fair enough, I guess I'll just have to tell the board the reason I'm so tired is because my lover has forced me to sleep on the lounge even though he is living in my house at the moment and I've been answering the cries of my infant all night, I'm sure they'd love that."
"Are you threatening me Harry?"
"Wouldn't dream of it Pete," Harry leant over to kiss his smiling lover.
"Good, because I might just take middle-name rights off you yet."
"Please we both know it wouldn't matter who picked that name, it'd still end up the same."
Peter gave a hum in agreement and Harry adjusted them both so they were comfortable for what would likely be a long afternoon and night.