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Month Five

"Get. Me. A. Pickle. Right. Now. Or. So. Help. Me. Parker." MJ was beyond terrifying. "If you don't, let's just say that there's no Spider-Man to save you."

Now Peter had fought off muggers and murderers before. Heck, even aliens. But it all seemed so welcoming compared to MJ right now. She glared at him from under her eyelashes. Even though, he had just back from patrolling (which he hadn't been able to do in forever), he got out of bed and opened up the fridge.

No pickles.

Shaking, Peter opened the door to their bedroom. She was sitting on their bed. So very poised. Not letting her stomach getting in her way. MJ looked at his hand, then back at him. She narrowed her eyebrows. Peter bit his lip.

"We. . . We didn't have any," he gave his weak excuse.

The look that she sent him made goosebumps appear on his arms. There was no way that he would be able to rest peacefully now. Peter grabbed a hoodie and dashed to the nearest (open) store. He bought the tickets without realizing how expensive they were. MJ was still awake once he returned.

"I got you some, Em," he said, holding them out like it was diseased.

MJ took out of the jar. Then another. And another. Until they were all gone. She licked her fingers. Peter winced. He hated pickle juice. Once she was done, she said, sweetly,

"Thank you, honey."

And fell back asleep. Peter decided that it should be save now to lay down next to her. In the morning, she had completely forgotten what had happened until she stepped on the jar. MJ cleaned it all up without waking Peter up. He found the glass shreds in the trash can later. He found her in the other room.

"Em, did you step on the jar?" he asked.

MJ shook her head, immediately. "I dropped it," she quickly lied.

"Let me see your foot."

"Ew. Why?"

"Just let me."

Rolling her eyes, she held up her swollen foot. He winced at the sight. Bloodstains covered most of her foot, since it was getting harder for her to clean. This was going to get infected fast.

"MJ, I need to pull the glass out of your foot," he said, calmly. He had done this plenty of times before. On himself, never another human being. What different could it be?

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

"I can carry you. Remember, I'm Spider-Man. Even to you."

"No, you're just a dork to me," she grumbled.

"A cute dork."

Peter carried her into the kitchen. Turns out, that it was easy to get the glass out and she was just fine afterwards. MJ explained that she had underestimated how bad it could be. He believed her. Still, it concerned Peter. Even after Mr. Jones was arrested, MJ didn't take as good care of her injuries as she should have. They both knew that. Peter decided to lighten the mood up a bit with something he had thought up the night before.

"Do you think that the baby could inherit my powers?" he asked, earned a laugh from her, "I don't know how we could handle having a baby sticking to the ceiling."

"I've actually been thinking about this a lot. I compare it to just a normal spider bite. Your kids can't get that from you. So unless they're bitten by a radioactive spider, then, no," she answered.

"Whoosh."

She opened her mouth the reply, but nothing came out. Her mouth opened wide, her hand flew to her stomach. Peter rushed to her side.

"What's wrong, MJ?" he demanded, panicking.

"The baby. . . The baby just kicked. . ."

They both paused. Their hands on her stomach, trying to feel it. Peter was holding his breath. A few minutes passed before the little flutters began again. Both of the parents broke into wild grins. It was addicted to feel their baby moving.

"I thought it was just gas, because that's what it feels like, but I just realized today. . ." MJ explained. Peter wiped away a tear. "Dork, are you crying?"

"I'm really gonna be a dad, Em," he said in a low voice.

She grinned. "Yeah. You are."

"And I'll have three cheeseburgers and two large sides of fries," MJ told the waiter, "That's it."

He didn't ask any questions, but Peter gave her a worried look. Ned was beaming. Betty was trying not to loose her temper. The four friends had gathered at the diner for a quick get together. They hadn't had one in a while, so they decided that this would be the perfect opportunity. It was close to their old high school. If it weren't for that reason, the adults wondered why they would have come. The menus were sticky and it was the slightest bit overpriced.

"MJ, you don't need to eat that much more," scolded Betty.

"Babe, she's eating for two now," Ned replied, taking his girlfriend's hand, "Leave the pregnant woman alone."

"Yeah, Betty. Leave the pregnant woman alone." MJ smirked.

By the time their food arrived, Peter had managed to smuggle a kid's menu to the table. No one realized that he was coloring in it until he asked for the red crayon. After they got over their shock, Ned joined in on the coloring just the two-year-olds they were. Betty began telling her about a project she was working on in one of her classes. They were complaining about their teachers when their food arrived.

"Ah, I didn't eat breakfast just so I could enjoy this moment even more." MJ picked up one of her burgers. "Squished. Just the way I like it."

"You didn't eat breakfast?!" Betty scolded.

"I did have a banana, if that's what you mean."

Towards the end of the meal, Peter began gesturing to Ned. MJ eyed them. Betty was too busy trying to clean up their mess to notice. Peter noticed and mouthed, "You'll find out in a second".

Ned slid out of the both and got down on one knee. MJ had to nudge her friend. Betty gasped when she saw her boyfriend kneeling. He took out a small box with shaking hands.

"Elizabeth Brant, would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Tearing up, she cupped her hand over her mouth. Betty nodded. Ned cried out, jumping to his feet. The couple exchanged a kiss.

The few other people in the diner barely noticed them, but Peter and MJ applauded the couple. So this is what Peter meant before. The couple had dated off and on for years. Starting when they were in high school. And now, finally, they would be getting married. This diner wasn't the ideal place to propose for most people, but it was perfect for them.

"Congratulations, guys!" Peter exclaimed.

"We need to tell everybody!" Betty remembered, "Like my parents, your parents. All of our friends. . ."

"Um, babe, can I finish your sandwich?" Ned asked, pointing to her plate.

Betty rolled her eyes, but she was beaming. "Sure, babe."

I couldn't help myself. I love Ned and Betty too much. Thanks for reading!