I swear I was going to space this shameless guilty pleasure out a bit more but RvW commented on the original with a wish for me to continue the verse, and who am I to disagree with what a person wants? (especially when it's in line with my own).

Two things: one, I read a fic somewhere that said Peter's enhanced healing meant it was really hard to give him anaesthetic, I have decided that to be my headcannon now; and two, this verse will probably not hit Omega!verse territory (that verse may end up existing, but it's not this one) but male pregnancy is common in this verse... for whatever reason you feel like making up I haven't really put much thinking into it... except for male births are more painful/dangerous/etc. then female ones.

Peter felt horrible. He knew childbirth wasn't going to be the most pleasant experience of his life but he had expected it to be at least marginally better then crime fighting was. Apparently he was wrong, it was marginally worse than crime fighting was.

He could barely remember what had happened after he had given birth to his... daughter? He was sure they told him it was a girl, but he wasn't entirely sure if that was a true memory or something he had conjured up in the pain. He would ask whoever visited him first.

He was tempted to try and fall back into the sleep he had been in since giving birth. At least then he wouldn't feel the pain much anymore.

"You awake yet Pete?" Harry's voice stopped him from even attempting his plan.

"Yeah, I'm awake," Peter murmured forcing himself to open his eyes to the bright fluorescent hospital lights. "Just you?"

"Just me, Steve and Tony have gone to get something to eat, and the doctors are still checking over her – we really should have figured out what we were going to call her before she was born," Harry said and Peter gave him a tired smile.

"We tried, remember? Neither of us could decide on a first name we were sure on."

"That's right, we decided we were going to decide on a name after we saw her, didn't we?"

"So you figured one out yet?" Peter asked.

"Figured I should let you see her first," Harry replied with a grin.

"Harry-" Peter went to sit up to protest but the shot of pain through his back and legs stopped him.

"Don't get up Pete, doctor's said you'd be in pain for a while and your body burns through any pain meds they could give you too fast."

"This sucks," Peter grumbled as he shifted slightly to get a more comfortable position in the bed.

"Looks like it," Harry said, earning him a weak glare from his lover.

"So, what are we going to refer to her as before we decide on a name? We can't just keep calling her 'she' or 'the baby'," Peter asked.

"We could always use her middle name."

"Middle name?"

"Yeah, the one name both of us was sure about, May, May Parker-"

"Osborn," Peter tried to correct.

"Parker, Peter, she is getting your last name," Harry said in a tone that allowed for no argument.

Peter knew there was no point fighting the point, he would lose and he was too sore and tired to argue with Harry at the moment. He would save his annoyance for later.

"And anyway, we can always give the next one my last name, after I marry you," Harry said, his tone joking.

"Who said anything about another one!?" Peter jokingly snapped in reply.

"Oh come on Peter, I know how much you love kids, you're not going to stop at one! And anyway I noticed you didn't argue the marriage part. Wanna' get married Pete?" Harry teased.

"Idiot, I was waiting for you to propose."

"Shit, I guess I better go out and get you a damned good engagement ring then?" Harry asked, standing up as if you leave.

"Don't leave me! Wait until Tony and Steve return so I can have some company why you go ring shopping!"

"Fine, fine," Harry said in mock-aspiration, sitting back down and gently holding the hand Peter had resting on the hospital bed.

"Love you Harry," Peter said, honestly returning to his voice.

"Yeah, I love you too Peter."