Peter went through the next four days in a numbing daze. He just wanted to get it over with and leave this pregnancy scare behind him.
Wade kept staring at him and asking if something was wrong. He was worried and Peter wanted to tell him, he wanted to tell him so badly but he couldn't. He was too scared. MJ called a few times to check up on him, the appointment was Monday at 1. She said she would send some links for him to look at. Options, she called them.
When Thursday finally came, he was sweating bullets and he couldn't stop shaking. Wade noticed too, he was so sweet. He offered to stay home and cuddle. Peter wanted to, he wanted to say 'yes please stay, I need you.' But he couldn't. He had to get ready and throw up and Wade couldn't see him do that, because if he saw Peter puking then there was no way he would leave.
It took him a while to convince Wade he was okay and by the time he left Peter had a little over an hour to get to his appointment.
Puking first. Guess this is what morning sickness feels like. Long story short, it sucks. He gargled water, then brushed his teeth. Maybe there was something he could take to ease his morning sickness.
He grabbed his wallet and keys and left, locking the door behind him. Not that there was much point, if anyone tried breaking in they would see a shit ton of weapons and blood stains that Wade still hasn't cleaned and probably shit themselves. But still, better safe than sorry.
The walk to the clinic felt longer than it really was. He felt like everyone was staring at him, like they knew he was a pregnant 18 year old boy. Man, he was an adult. Soon, he entered the clinic and checked in, then moved to sit down in the waiting room. He saw a few people there, a very pregnant man with his partner rubbing his stomach and cooing. A woman who seemed lost in thought, her hand caressing her stomach as she stared at the wall. There was a family in the play area, two small kids building blocks while the mother and father sat nearby watching.
He stared at the kids. He wanted that, he did. He wanted it so much.
Before Wade told him that he didn't want kids Peter would spend hours daydreaming. He pictured them with a little boy, riding on Wade's shoulders and dripping ice cream on his head after playing at the park. He pictured them with a little girl, playing dress up. Wade would love it and Peter would take pictures. He would braid her hair and do her makeup, then she would do his makeup.
He could just hear it. Their laughter. Their joy. Their love.
He sniffed, his thumb running small circles on his flat stomach. He wanted that. He knew Wade would make a great father, he was so protective and caring and he loved with all his soul. He would be an amazing dad.
But he didn't want that. He was too scared of hurting them. They had too many enemies, and if even one found out who Spiderman was then any kids they had would be in danger.
They would be in danger anyway, because everyone knew Wade Wilson was Deadpool. It was hard enough keeping Peter safe without revealing he was Spiderman. It would be way too hard with a kid.
"Mr. Parker?"
Peter looked up, a female nurse was holding a door open and looking around the waiting room. He stood up on shaky legs and slowly followed the nurse into the back.
"You're here for an ultrasound, correct?"
"Um, yes ma'am."
She nodded her head and took him into a doctor's room. She handed him a gown, told him to change into it and that the nurse would be there shortly to give him the ultrasound.
He stood there for a few seconds after she left, suddenly unsure and even more nervous. He took a deep breath and changed into the gown, folding his clothes and putting them on the floor next to the bed.
He sat down and waited, trying not to look too nervous. This was fine, everything was fine. They would come in, perform the ultrasound and tell him he wasn't pregnant then he would go home and forget this ever happened.
He jumped when someone knocked on the door, then softly told them to come in, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.
A different nurse came in with a small smile on her face. "Hi honey, I'm here to perform your ultrasound, okay?"
He nodded and she got started. She told him to lay down, and rubbed something on his stomach.
"What's that for?"
"It's lubricant jelly, it helps prevent friction and transmit the sound waves."
"Sound waves?"
She nodded, done applying the jelly and turned toward the ultrasound machine. "Yep, this machine sends sound waves through your body. They echo when they hit something, like a bone or an organ or a baby, and reflect back to this computer so we can get an image."
Oh. Okay. That's kinda cool, actually.
"That's cool."
"I think so, you ready to get started honey?"
Peter took a deep breath. "Yeah. Yes."
She nodded and turned to him, holding some microphone looking thing in her hand. "Alrighty then. Now, this will feel a little cold okay."
He nodded but still jumped a little when it touched his stomach. She moved it around a bit, staring at the computer.
This was it. This was when she said "Sorry honey, not pregnant" and he left.
"There you are."
What. What . No, no no no no. There isn't supposed to be a "There you are" that's not. No.
"Oh hello there."
Oh god, what now. "What?" He stuttered out.
She nodded towards the screen, but Peter refused to look. "Congratulations Mr. Parker, you're having twins."
Peter felt his face drop. He went numb all over. Twins. Not only was he pregnant, but he was having twins.
"Would you like to see them?"
He shook his head, no he couldn't. If he saw them then it made this real and this couldn't be real. He was dreaming. He was at home, cuddled up next to Wade, dreaming.
"Okay then, would you like to hear their heartbeat?"
He froze. "I, I can do that?"
Wasn't it too early for that? There was no way they had a heartbeat, not now. It's too early.
"If you want, it seems like you're about 8 weeks along. If you look, you can see them moving."
And now they were moving. Oh god. He had to get out of here. "Um, no thank you. I just, can I go? We're done right?"
The nurse sighed, "Yes Mr. Parker, we can be done."
She turned off the machine and helped clean his stomach. "Please wait here, I'll be right back. You can get dressed."
She left quickly, leaving him alone. He stared down at his stomach again, biting his lip. He was pregnant. What the fuck was he supposed to do. He got dressed quickly then sat back down on the bed. He was so fucked. He couldn't have a kid. He just couldn't.
He needed to tell Wade. He didn't want to, he was scared. Wade is very vocal on how much he does not want kids. But now they have one. Two. They have two growing. Developing. Whatever.
Wade was going to freak . He would probably yell. He might leave. Peter didn't want Wade to leave.
He sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve. Dammit, why was this happening. Why now?
He looked down at his stomach. "This is your fault."
No response. He glared, of course there wasn't a response. They were in his stomach. They . Because there were two . There were two tiny human beings in his womb.
He sighed harshly and flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the nurse to come back so he could just go home.
When she did come back in, after knocking again, she had some pamphlets with her.
How to deal with teenage pregnancy
Pregnant? Scared? Let's discuss
Crisis pregnancy centers near you
And a whole bunch more.
"Um, thanks."
She looked at him for a second, then sighed and gave him one last thing. "This comes free with the ultrasound. Go home, look those over. You can call or make another appointment if you have any questions. Have a nice day, Mr. Parker."
"Thank you, um, where do I pay? How, how much was all of this?"
She shook her head. "This is a pregnancy care center, Mr. Parker. It was free."
"Oh, well. Thank you." Trust MJ to send him to a free pregnancy center. The nurse gave him one last smile, then left. He waited a few more seconds, then he left the little room and started on his walk home.
He looked through some of the pamphlets while he walked. The one he was reading was about adoption. If he chose to put his baby, babies because there were two , up for adoption, then the clinic would help him meet couples who've been approved by the adoption agency. He would get to meet them and decide who would get to take care of his babies.
Giving them away would break his heart, but maybe it would make Wade happy.
He stopped in front of his door. He knew that Wade wasn't home, he wouldn't be home until dinner, but he was still nervous about going in.
He breathed out harshly and shoved the door open. For fucks sake, he wasn't a wimp. He was nervous about nothing .
He threw the pamphlets on the table and got started on dinner. It was still early, but Wade loved his homemade chimichangas so maybe he wouldn't be so mad if he had his favorite food.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Whatever. He was still doing it.
He found himself touching his stomach a lot while he prepared the meal. It was weird, knowing that someone was inside of him. That two someone's were inside of him. The nurse said they were moving around, but he couldn't feel them moving. Not yet at least, but he would soon. If they were moving, then they had to have a body. Peter wondered what it looked like. If they had fingers or toes yet.
He put the chimichangas in the oven to cook and went to set the table. The pamphlets were still there, he had to hide those until after he told Wade.
When he went to grab them he saw something sticking out. A closer look told him it was what the nurse gave him, he didn't have a chance to look at it before. He assumed it was just another pamphlet.
It wasn't
He sat down, staring at the picture. It was his ultrasound. The two little babies inside of him. He could see their little body. Their little heads. The nurse said they were moving. He didn't want to at the time, but now he wanted to see it. He wanted to see them move and hear their heartbeat.
He lost all sense of time staring at the picture. He couldn't help it, he started to picture life with twins. Waking up in the middle of the night to crying babies, Wade feeding one while he fed the other, planning their first birthday party, Tony going overboard on presents. Waking them up for school, helping them get dressed, eating breakfast as a family. Going to the park, one kid on Wade's shoulders and the other on his. He lost himself to his fantasy.
Before he knew it, the timer went off and dinner was done and the table wasn't set. Wade would be back any second and nothing was ready, the pamphlets were still out and he was just sitting here doing nothing.
Stupid (Not stupid).
He turned the oven off, took the food out and put it on the stove to cool. He grabbed the pamphlets and shoved them in his drawer, under his clothes then set the table. Nothing fancy, just plates and a fork (for him, Wade just shoved them down his throat).
He put the picture in his back pocket.
He was just putting the food on the table when Wade burst in. Literally, he threw the door open and ran into the kitchen screaming.
"Chimichangas!" Wade picked him up and spun around, bouncing. "Oh baby boy, I'm so in love with you. Let's get married."
"Wade!" Peter laughed.
Wade put him down, booped his nose then put his head next to the chimichangas. "You're going to feel so good in my mouth. I can't wait to eat you. Peter, baby, spidey. I want to eat them."
"Go wash up," Peter said, still smiling. Wade groaned and smashed his head on the table. "I will eat these in front of you."
"Words hurt spidey." Wade gasped out, hand on heart. "What if I just take off all my clothes. The bloods only on the outside of the uniform, taking it off makes me clean."
Wade was already in the process of taking off his costume before Peter could respond. He couldn't help but watch. Wade might have horrible scars, but his body was gorgeous. His mouth always watered when he saw his muscled chest. He could never keep his hands to himself.
Which is probably why he ended up pregnant, if he's being honest.
Which reminds him, he still needs to tell Wade.
Maybe after dinner.
"Do you want sex or do you want chimichangas?"
Wade stopped, his hand frozen above his pants. He looked up slowly, staring Peter dead in his eyes. "How could you make me choose between the loves of my life, Petey. That's not very nice. You know how many people I would kill, actually kill, to eat chimichangas. I've done it before. Well, technically he broke my chimichangas so I broke him. A lot. There may have been blood and some slight screaming."
Another reason why he couldn't have this kid. Wade had no filter, like at all. His kid's first word would probably be something vulgar. Or chimichanga.
"Petey? You're spacing out pretty hard," Wade moved his hand to cup his cheek. "You've been doing that a lot, you sure you're okay baby?"
"I'm." Tell him. It was the perfect moment to tell Wade. But. "I'm fine. Just hungry."
Wade didn't look like he believed him. Which, fair but it wasn't like he was lying, he was hungry. He was just waiting. He would tell him later.
Wade sat down in his chair and made excited noises while Peter grabbed the food. Wade was practically bouncing in his seat, no wait he was actually bouncing in his seat. He let out a long stream of "yes" when Peter put the food on the table and grabbed the chimichanga closest to him and shoved it in his mouth and moaned.
Peter shook his head and chuckled, grabbing one for himself. With how stressed Peter was he made quite a few chimichangas. But with his metabolism and Wade's love for Mexican, they were gone in no time.
Wade leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing his stomach. "Those were better than sex Petey."
Peter rolled his eyes and started cleaning up. "That mean you don't want sex anymore?"
"Oh baby, how could I not want that ass! It's just so perky and cute!" Wade exclaimed, already out of his seat and trying to grope said ass.
"Did you just call my ass cute?"
Wade just shrugged, the asshole, and continued trying to touch Peter's butt.
Peter smacked his arms away. "If you help me clean, I'll let you touch."
Wade let out a loud "yes" and rushed to clear off the table. He threw the plates in the sink and turned to Peter with a big smile.
"If those were glass, they'd be broken."
"Which is exactly why we don't have glass plates. Can I touch now? Please." Wade said, drawing out the "please" and moving closer to Peter. He hit Peter's chest with his head, still saying please.
Peter laughed and shoved his head away. "Go for it"
Wade let out a high pitch squeal and made grabby hands at him, then grabbed his butt. "So perky."
Peter moved, ignoring Wade's "mnaw" and turned to do the dishes. Wade whooped and groped him again. He moved his hands all over his butt, alternating between pinching and squeezing. Peter tried to ignore him and focus on washing the plastic plates, but Wade went to his knees and started kissing his still covered butt and muttering to himself.
Wade made a weird sound when his fingers caught on something. "Whatcha got in your pocket Petey?"
Peter was so focused on trying to ignore Wade and his growing hard on, that he completely forgot the picture in his back pocket.
Shit. Shit .
"Nothing!" Peter yelled, already moving away from Wade. But it was too late, Wade had already grabbed it.
It was folded in half, so he still had time to grab it. But it was after dinner and he told himself he would tell Wade after dinner. Which was now. Peter wrapped his arms around his stomach. He was so scared. What if Wade reacted badly? What if he took one look at the picture and left. Just walked out the front door and never came back.
Peter whimpered. He didn't mean to, it just slipped out. His eyes were watering too and he was shaking. This was it, Wade would know.
"Woah, woah baby what's wrong?" Wade said, voice filled with concern and worry. He put his hand on Peter's cheek, rubbing his thumb over the tears. "What is it? I won't look, not if you don't want me to."
Peter sniffed, he could tell Wade not to look. He could, he knew Wade wouldn't. He would drop it completely, never bring it up again. But he had to know, Peter didn't know how to handle this. He needed Wade to tell him what to do. He needed Wade to tell him that everything would be okay.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, and nodded towards the picture. It was on the floor now, Peter could see the black and grey part of the image.
"You want me to look at it?"
Peter nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to see Wade's reaction. He felt Wade back up and heard him lean down to grab the picture and open it.
It was silent.
Peter doesn't know how long they stood there in silence, he still had his eyes shut. He was too scared to open them. He could hear Wades breathing. He was taking deep breaths. He sounded mad, or maybe that was just Peter's brain messing with him. People couldn't breathe angry, right.
He slowly opened his eyes. Wade was glaring at Peter's stomach. Glaring . He was mad. He looked so mad. His hands were clenched in a fist, the edges of the picture crumbling under his strength. He looked up sharply and glared at Peter.
He felt himself shrink back, trying to get away from Wade and his glaring, angry, eyes. He looked down. "I'm sorry."
Peter didn't know what he was apologizing for, but Wade was mad so he should say sorry. Because he was. He was so sorry. He didn't mean to get pregnant. He really didn't.
Wade stalked forward and slapped the picture on his chest. "Get rid of it."
Peter looked up, staring at Wade with wide eyes. He was glaring murder at Peter. He looked so so mad. Peter opened his mouth again but he choked on whatever he was about to say. He couldn't get anything out. His throat felt tight. He tried his breathing exercise, but it wasn't working. Wade was mad at him. Wade was going to leave him.
Wade shot Peter one last glare then grabbed his suit off the floor. He put it on quickly, jamming his arms through their proper holes and shoved his mask on. He grabbed his katanas and guns, and walked towards the door.
He was leaving. He was leaving .
"Wade!" Peter choked out, terrified. Tears falling freely. He couldn't leave. He couldn 't. Peter needed him.
Wade stopped at the door, but didn't turn around.
"Wade," Peter cried out again. "Wade, please."
He opened the front door, stopped and looked down. "Get rid of it."
He didn't even slam the door. He left it open as he walked away .
Peter stumbled to the door, shutting it softly. He went to the room he shared with Wade, took one look at the picture on the nightstand, of Wade kissing Peter's cheek and Peter laughing, and broke.