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Month Two

Her body ached all over. MJ wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up under the blankets. But she was stuck in class discussing Planetary Science. She tried to focus and take notes, but her eyelids kept dropping. MJ laid her head down on her desk. She was just going to rest her eyes for a moment.

"Michelle, is something wrong?" her professor asked, nearly making her jump in her seat.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered. MJ looked down, reviewing her notes. She looked up to find that they had moved onto a different subject. Cursing under her breath, she began to write down what was on the Power Point slide.

The bell rang, dismissing the class. MJ packed up her things. Moving slower than usual. Betty met her outside. Once she saw how tired her friend was, she ran up to her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Betty wondered.

"Nothing," MJ answered, "Just didn't sleep very well last night."

"You wanna go home? I can call Peter for you. . ."

"No, it's fine. Let's go."

Their "Human Rights" class was MJ's last one of the day. Then she could go home and sleep for hours. At least that's what she thought.

"Ready for game night?" Betty said, shoving a book into her bag.

MJ let out a groan mentally. "That's tonight?"

"Yup. Unless you guys need to cancel. We can if you need to." She have her a worried look.

"It's fine. I'm excited."

Peter could tell that something was wrong the moment MJ walked into the room. He was flipping pancakes on the stove. But turned away once he saw her. His eyebrows narrowed.

"You okay, Em?"

"Yes! I'm fine! Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

Peter held his hand up in defeat. "No offense, MJ, but you look terrible."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm your wife, you dork. You're supposed to make me feel good about myself."

"Well, then, you are the most beautiful thing on this earth and I love you and you're the smartest woman I know and you're honest and hardworking and brave and strong and-"

"Okay, I get it. I'm the best." MJ laughed and they shared a quick kiss. "It's Game Night tonight."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."

Something smell. She sniffed the air, concerned. One look at the oven gave it away.

"Peter, I think the pancakes are on fire."

He cursed, running over to the stove. The fire alarm went off. MJ found the fire extinguisher. Pepper burst in without knocking to find the oven on fire. She gasped and took the fire extinguisher from MJ and started spraying it over the flames. After it was out, Peter started laughing. Then MJ. Finally, Pepper. The three cracked up over the incident. Peter was wiping tears away by the end.

"How. . . How did you know what to do, Pepper?" MJ asked, in between giggles.

"Tony's set one too many fires in his lifetime. We've done our share of cleaning them up," she answered, wiping her hands on her skirt, "We better get this cleaned up."

"You don't have to. MJ and I can take care of it." Peter found the paper towels. "Looks like we won't be having pancakes for lunch."

MJ snickered. "Isn't that, like, the one thing you know how to make?"

Peter looked down at his feet, shamefully. "Yeah."

"Come on, nerd. Let's get this cleaned up before game night."

MJ hadn't felt the slightest bit tired since the whole kitchen fire incident. They arrived for game night on time for once. Peter was usually still out patrolling, but he came home in time for once. The apartment was open, so they came inside.

"Your welcome, everyone!" Peter called out, "The party's arrived!"

"Oh, yay!" Betty came in from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of chips. Ned was following her, looking extremely mischievous. She set the bowl down.

Both Ned and Peter ran to it. Peter, doing an over the top spin as he found the table. MJ rolled her eyes at them. Betty giggled. She had Ned had dated off and on all of high school and now, it seemed, collage. Though, a few times MJ had heard Ned telling Peter that he might "buy the ring" whatever that meant. She couldn't tell anymore with those two.

The sight of the chips was making her nauseous. MJ was never the one to get sick easily. She could remember only getting a few colds during her elementary school days. Maybe the flu once, but nothing more than that. Her stomach was spinning in circles. She felt as if she had eaten at least fifty hot dogs before riding the roller coaster at Cony Island.

"MJ, you okay?" Better asked.

"Be right back."

With that, she ran to the bathroom and threw up her lunch. After she was done, she flushed the toilet and laid back. MJ was never like this. Was she coming down with something? She remembered May telling her about how deadly the flu could be. Was it that? She just got married. What would happen to Peter if she passed away?

No, it couldn't be. MJ was just overreacting. Even so, she threw up again. She must've eaten something earlier that day. Or maybe she was coming down with the flu. It was March, but she remembered Betty had somehow gotten it in April one year. Someone knocked on the door.

"You okay in there, Em?" Betty wondered, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," was her weak response.

Betty came in, closing the door behind her. She took a seat on the floor. "What happened?"

"I think I'm coming down with the flu or something. We better head home. I don't wanna get you guys sick, too."

"Uh, huh. When was your last period?"

"Betty, I really don't wanna talk about menstruation right now. I'm dizzy, I have a killer headache, and I feel dizzy and I just barfed twice."

"Just tell me, please. I'm training to be obstetrician."

"Fine. I had mine, like last month. I should've. . . I should've gotten it today, but it's just a little late, okay? It's happened before. Happy?"

Betty beamed. "You know, what? It's time to take the test." She began rummaging through her bathroom drawers while MJ sat there, baffled.

"The test? What? Why? I told you, it's just the flu." She watched her friend take out a box of pregnancy tests. "Why do you even have those? I thought you were still a virgin."

"Oh, I am," Betty answered, "I keep these because we got them in class and because I've been expecting this day to come. You and Peter can't keep your hands or lips off of each other."

MJ rolled her eyes. She ended up taking the test from her friend. Betty left, locking the door behind her so no one could come in uninvited. After taking the test, MJ set a timer on her phone for five minutes. She tried distracting herself by scrolling through her social medias. Nothing interesting enough popped up, though. The time went off. MJ took a deep breath and reached for the test.

Negative.

She wasn't pregnant.

Part of her sighed from relief. But some of her was disappointed. MJ did want kids. And she just knew that Peter would be an amazing father. Unlike her own. She didn't know what she would be like as a mother, but she had a need to prove her own mom wrong. MJ threw the test away. She emerged from the bathroom to find Betty there.

"So?" her friend asked.

"Negative. No baby."

The two girls wondered into the other room. MJ was too engrossed in her other thoughts to talk. Peter jumped up from the couch. Ned looked equally worried.

"I think I've come down with something," MJ told her husband, "We better head out."

"You need anything?" Ned wondered, as he walked them to the door.

"I'm good."

MJ didn't bring up the pregnancy test that night.

And now y'all know what the title means. It's actually from a song in the musical, Waitress, too. A lot of the musical forcuses on the protagonist's pregnancy, so it was kinda perfect. Thanks for reading! I love reviews.