Peter woke up feeling slightly guilty, even though he didn't know for sure yet. What if there was already a baby on the way?
Mary Jane sensed his worry and kissed his cheek. They lay there for a while, comforted in each other's company, thinking about what they had done.
Eventually, Peter got out of bed and made the tea. He came back about five minutes later, and that's when he saw her.
Dead. Again, a knife was jammed into her back, the floor covered in blood. Peter wailed.
'Peter? Peter! Are you ok?'
Peter had woken up, and he had let out a howl, waking up his wife. She put her arms round him, and he stroked her arm, relieved to have her with him.
'Another dream.' He said. He felt so weak, although he had been sleeping. The dream had drained some of his energy. They lay like that for a few minutes, and Peter was just dozing off to sleep, when Mary Jane suddenly sat up with a jolt and staggered into the bathroom.
Retching noises filled Peter's ears. He went in after her, and found her on her knees in front of the loo, breathing deeply. He helped her up, and wrapped his arms round her, as she was shaking.
Just then, his spider-sense kicked in. He heard a tiny heartbeat, and a baby's wail.
'MJ.' He told her 'You're pregnant.'
'Peter, we don't know yet.'
'Yes, we do. I have a sixth sense, remember?'
'Oh, Peter…' she whispered, and collapsed against him, and he hugged her tight, her hair brushing against his cheek.