Just a quick little thing I thought of about these two and my little OC spider-baby!
MJ was used to waking up in the middle of the night to Peter staring at the ceiling. But never with such a sulky face, frowning at the vaulted beams with a jilted air.
"'S'wrong," MJ muttered as she reached for him. The look barely softened as he met her hand. "Dream?"
He sighed. "Yeah. The worst dream like ever."
To add some levity, she sleepily quipped, "About Flash catching us having sex?"
Peter groaned. "I had to live through that nightmare, even my subconscious doesn't wanna rehash that."
"You were secretly delighted by his horrified expression afterwards, though."
It was silent for a beat or two before Peter reluctantly assented. "Yeah, I was."
"What'd you dream about, Tiger?"
Peter huffed out a disgruntled puff. "You're gonna laugh at me."
"Do I ever find anything funny when I wake up before the sun?"
He scoffed but continued. "So you know how we've been debating on how to tell LC you're pregnant?"
"Wouldn't call it a debate, we've only known like four days."
"Anyway, I dreamt we just sat her down and told her—."
"—which is practical because this doesn't require fanfare and planning to the degree Pinterest and Parkers make it seem."
"— and the conversation is basically like the one me and you had in Prague."
MJ's hazy brain finally lands on what he means.
Her guffaws startle him.
"It's not funny! We sit her down and say 'We have something to tell you, sweetheart,' and she just says 'I know. You're Spider-Man,' and you're over there laughing — JUST LIKE NOW— and I say 'what how did you know' and she says 'wait, I'm right? I was only 67% sure' and I was so mad that I literally woke myself up because I was not gonna watch the rest of that secondhand embarrassment!"