AN: Sorry!!!!!!!!!! It's been a while! I've...yeah...I've just been a total slacker.

Two weeks later....

MJ and Peter hadn't slept ever since they brought their new triplets home. It was mid-day and there was a sliver of silence. MJ sighed.

"Peter, remind me why we decided to have kids..." She looked at her stomach and groaned. She'd gained a lot of weight ever since she had the kids and she didn't have the chance to work it off. She looked over at Peter. He was dead asleep. She stood up and looked at her children. They looked so beautiful when they were sleeping. Suddenly, Lauren's face squished up. She burst into tears. MJ also felt like crying too. Peter woke instantly. MJ walked over to her child and picked her up. She quickly checked her diaper. It wasn't full. Peter stood up and stepped up to the other cribs. Thankfully, Ben and Daveigh were still sleeping somehow. MJ turned away from Peter to feed Lauren. Peter sighed, thankful that the "chain cry" didn't happen. Usually when one started to cry, the others joined in.

Peter heard a meow from the hall. Kitten was throwing up on the floor.

"Ugh, Tiger, could you clean that up? I'm feeding Laurie..." Ben and Daveigh started to cry. MJ sighed and picked up Ben. She quieted him by putting him to her chest. Daveigh sat and cried. Peter gave Daveigh a pacifier before shooting out the door. He leaped down the stairs and got a paper towel and web-slung back up the stairs. His powers proved to be useful around the house. He cleaned up the vomit and tossed the towel in the trashcan.

"Maybe we should find a chance to take Kitten to the vet. She's been acting strange lately." Peter picked up Daveigh and gently rocked her.

"She already has an appointment for tomorrow..." The triplets stopped crying at last. MJ gently put Ben and Lauren back into their cribs. "But you're going to have to take her; the triplets have a check up that day too." Peter put Daveigh back in her crib and covered her with her blanket. The new parents both sighed in unison and sat on the small couch in the room. Before they knew it they were asleep. To their dismay, they woke up too soon due to the sounds of crying and the scent of poop. Peter got up and checked who it was. Ben was the only one crying. He quickly quieted him by giving him his pacifier and took him to the changing table. In his tired state, he forgot about how he had to change Ben's diaper. He left Ben open to the world while getting a fresh diaper. When he came back up, he got a face full of pee.

"Ack!" Peter quickly stopped the stream by putting a diaper over Ben. MJ was laughing. "What?! What's so funny?!"

"It's just that usually I'm the one to get peed on and it's not that funny...but when you do...it's hilarious!" MJ doubled over into laughter again. Peter smirked and continued changing his diaper...without the mess...

The next day...

Peter was putting on Kitten's harness and getting her ready for her visit to the vet as MJ got the triplets ready for a checkup. They had gotten a used mini-van since they had the triplets and the couple hated it. It drove well, but there were old bumper stickers on the back such as one that said "I love explosives" and another that said "Fuck you all, I play football." MJ decided to take it because it had more space for the babies. Peter put Kitten's carrier in the back and drove off to the vet who was about 10 minutes away. He took the meowing Kitten into the waiting room where there was a small dog and another cat. Much to Peter's surprise, Tara Quinn was the owner of the other cat. She walked over and sat next to him. The cat was a orange tabby with a white paw. Kitten and the other cat started to purr at each other loudly and rub against the bars.

"Hey there! How are you doing?" She was way too perky for him.

"I'm just really tired...Kitten seems to like your cat...what's her name?" Peter asked.

"His name is Boots. They do seem to like each other. How's MJ?"

"She's okay..." A woman in scrubs decorated with puppies stepped out with a small file in her hand.

"Kitten Parker?" Peter stood up and walked Kitten back after waving goodbye to Tara. He opened the cat carrier and Kitten stepped out of it. The vet examined her a little bit before speaking. "So what's been happening with her?"

"She's been throwing up and acting a bit sleepier than usual...but then again, everyone in our house has...my wife just had triplets..."

"Congratulations...I'm going to give her a test..." The vet took a syringe out of a can and gently took blood from Kitten's leg without her flinching. "I'll be right back." She left the small room. Kitten started to purr. Peter gently petted her on the back.

"Stupid cat...you know what would really suck? If you were having kittens...but I doubt that...my spider sense isn't that strong..." He spoke to Kitten quietly. Peter slowly drifted off while petting her. He heard the door open and the doctor come in.

"Well Mr. Parker, it looks like your Kitten is having, well, kittens!" Peter fainted onto the floor.

AN: Sorry it was so short! It'll be longer next time! No flames on the reviews!