A/N: Tried to get this out as quickly as possible!

24th April - 2025

Peter paced. Of course there were occasions where he had paced in the past, but this was something else. He walked the same few metres in the infirmary corridor countless times while waiting outside the surgery room. His mind was constantly racing as well, going through scenario after scenario. He couldn't get the worst case scenario out of his head, he held onto hope that everything was going to be all right. The worst thing was that he was completely unable to help, completely useless in fact. He has powers, he's freaking Spider-Man, but there was nothing that he could to help his wife, and that made him feel powerless, just a simple human.

As Peter spun on his heel once again the door ahead opened, he saw Flash and MJ heading through. He looked in their direction for a brief moment before looking back down, resuming his pacing. MJ walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him into a hug.

"Peter, are you OK?"

"I..." He shrugged off MJ's hands before collapsing onto one of the chairs along the wall behind him. "I don't know what to do."

"Oh Peter," MJ sat down next to him, taking one hand of his in hers. "Have you heard anything?"

"No," Peter shook his head. "She's been in there for two hours now; I don't even understand what's going on."

"I'm sure she'll pull through Peter, Gwen's strong," Flash sat down on the other side of him. "Where's Elizabeth?"

"Helen took her to the café downstairs to get some sweets or something," Peter sighed. "I'm sorry guys."

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?"

"For this, ruining your big day," Peter placed his head in his hands. "You guys should really get back to your reception; it's not much of a party without the happy couple."

"That's not going to happen, Peter. We're here for you. Everyone's worried about can have a party any day of the week." Flash patted him on the shoulder. "Do you want me to go and get you some food, you must be starving?"

"Right, okay." Peter nodded as Flash stood up again. "Thanks Flash."

"No problem."

As Flash walked off, Peter placed his head back in his hands, sighing once more. MJ also sighed as she placed one arm around Peter, pulling him in for a hug.

"Peter don't worry, the infirmary of the ship has one of the best doctors of the country and Dr Adams already arrived as you wished," MJ tried comforted him, continuing to gently rub his back. "She'll be fine, I promise you."

"Okay." He nodded, still feeling overwhelmed with worry.

They sat there for several minutes in silence; MJ continued to rub his back reassuringly. After a while the door opened once again. Peter looked up to see Helen walk down the corridor, escorting little girl ran up to Peter with a packet of sweets in one hand, throwing her arms around him. He scooped her up and placed her on his lap, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"How's mummy?"

"Well...I'm not sure yet..." Peter placed his arms around Elizabeth, pulling her close to him. He placed his chin on the top of her head so that she wouldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. "The doctors are very good here though."

"OK," Elizabeth pulled away from him, holding up the packet of sweets. "Do you want a sweet?"

He managed to smile at his daughter. He chuckled gently as he stuck his hand in the packet. "Go on then."

"Peter?"

Peter lifted his head up at the call of his name, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Elizabeth was still fast asleep in his lap; Flash and MJ were still sitting on the chairs next to him. Peter turned his gaze to see Dr Adams standing by the door leading to the surgery.

"Dr Adams, how is she? What happened?"

"Mrs Stacy is stable for now. We believe she slipped in the toilet and severely injured herself on the sink; she developed a series of internal bleeds that took a while to locate and take care of. Also I believe that the babies saved her from bleeding out with their 'special' genes." He explained in way that only Peter would understand. "It was tricky to work around the babies, but we succeeded in stemming the bleeding."

"So she's all right?"

"We could only manage to stem the bleeding temporarily. We really need to perform a caesarean to deliver the twins." Peter cocked his head. "We need your permission since Gwen is still unconscious."

"She's only at eight months, will the babies survive? Elizabeth came naturally, I don't know if -"

"I can guarantee their survival; babies can be born four months premature and be perfectly healthy."

"Right," Peter nodded. "Yes, do it. Please, just save her."

"We will do our utmost best Peter." With a nod Dr Adams left, returning back into the surgery. Peter sighed and leaned his back against the wall again. He noticed Flash cocking his head at him with a questioning look.

"What was that about Peter? I was half asleep."

"I've just..." Peter's eyes widened as he realised the implications of what he had decided. "Flash I've just chosen Gwen over my sons, she would never do that. I've...no...It was the right thing to do."

"Peter?" He turned around at the sound of his name being called. He saw MJ and Helen walking down the corridor. "Is there any news?"

"You just missed Adams, Gwen's stable." Peter explained. "Apparently she fell in the bathroom and that caused internal bleeding. It must have been a hell of a knock."

"What about the babies?" Helen asked.

"Dr Adams just asked my permission do to a Caesarean. So they'll be delivered a month early. There is a very slim chance they might not survive but that's the worst scenario." Peter sighed. MJ came over and sat down on the chair next to him. She placed a supporting hand on his knee.

"What if that's the wrong choice?"

"Peter, you're reading too much into this." MJ gave him a weak smile. "You didn't make the choice, you've just agreed to the Caesarean. It's a legal formality just because you're here; if you weren't present they would've done it anyway."

"But..."

"Peter trust me, it's a formality and nothing more."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"The stress and worry is causing your mind to play tricks on you, Peter." Flash nudged him. "They are probably going to be okay."

"Flash, I don't think you're helping," MJ gave him a reproachful glare. "What matters is Gwen and the twins will both be absolutely fine."

A much shorter time later, though still just as tense, one of Adam's assistants came outside of the surgery and looked at the group anxiously waiting outside. She gave them all a wide smile, indicating the last half hour must have been successful.

"Mr Parker, you are now the proud father of two healthy young boys, both are doing well," As Peter began to open his mouth the doctor continued. "And your wife is fine as well; she will make a full recovery."

"Really, you're sure?" Peter broke out into a wide smile of relief after seeing her reassuring nod. "Can I go and see them?"

"Yes, of course."

Peter carefully manoeuvred Elizabeth, who had been fast asleep for several hours, off his lap. He gently placed her in MJ's lap instead. Giving the others a smile Peter headed through the surgery doors into the recovery room. Gwen was also fast asleep on a bed in the centre of the room, a pair of screens above her displaying her vital signs.

"Peter," He turned to see Dr Adam's on one side of the room, scrubbing his hands. "Congratulations!"

"Yes," Peter walked over to him, pulling the doctor into a hug. "Thank you so much...just thank you."

"That's OK," Dr Adams gave him a wide smile as he let them go. "I hope we didn't keep you in too much of a state."

"I was nervous," He admitted. "But she's going to be fine now?"

"Yes," He nodded. "And we delivered the babies to be on the safe side, it wasn't worth risking any complications. They'll be absolutely fine."

"Right, great," Peter nodded. "I was worried that I was making some sort of critical decision."

"No, it's a formality," He patted him on a shoulder. "Now go on, I know you're dying to go see them. She'll probably be waking up soon; the twins are sleeping all ready."

"OK, thank you again." Peter nodded as they left before padding over to her bedside, carefully placing his hand around her own hand. He placed it up to his lips and gave her a tender kiss, smoothing back a loose strand of hair on her head.

He placed her hand back down onto the bed gently before turning to the two small cots next to the bed. He approached gingerly, inspecting his new sons. Both were identical, though he guessed all babies were when new born. They had been cleaned and looked rather snug in the blankets of the cots, both fast asleep like their mother and older sister. Both of the babies had small patches over their wrists, corresponding to monitoring screens above the cots. Peter found it quite incredible that was the only help that a pair of one month premature babies required. He had seen horrific pictures of premature babies with all manner of wires and tubes attached to them from hospitals before. He wouldn't have been able to stand seeing his own children like that.

Peter carefully reached into the one of the cots with a hand, lightly stroking the child's cheek. At even the lightest touch the child awoke, bright brown eyes looking straight up at him. He was momentarily shocked by the eyes; they were very similar to his own rather than Gwen's more greenish coloured eyes. He was brought out of his amazement by movement in the cot next door; the other baby began to sniffle. Peter knew what was coming next.

"No, no," He quickly began to give some attention to the other baby. "Look, you're getting attention too. Don't be jealous, is that better?"

Unfortunately for Peter turning his attention from one child to another had made the original baby rather jealous instead. The baby began to sniffle, before the sniffle developed into crying and followed by wailing. The second child began to cry as well, and Peter stood there rather confused.

"What did I do?"

"I'm not sure…" The sleepy response came from behind him. "But you're really not starting off very well."

"Gwendy?" Peter turned, giving Gwen a wide smile.

"Who else?" Gwen gave him a weak smile, though she winced with pain as she slowly begun to rearrange herself on the bed. Peter was about to go over to the bed to help her, she waved him away. "Would you bring the cots over here? I can't see the boys from here."

"Sure," Peter nodded before looking down to search for the locks on the wheels of the trolleys. He unlocked them and wheeled them close to the bed, taking a seat next to Gwen's bed. He carefully lifted one baby out of a cot and handed him to Gwen, who was sitting up against the pillows, before taking one baby himself. Both stopped crying almost instantly, Peter rolling his eyes. "Typical, show them to you and they're quiet instantly."

"They just want attention, though they both have a pair of lungs on them," Gwen smiled before narrowing her eyes. "Peter, what exactly happened?"

"MJ discovered you on the floor in a pool of blood; the doctors reckon you had a rather nasty fall in the toilets."

"Where are we now?"

"The main infirmary of the ship, Dr Adams and his assistants managed the surgery," Peter peered down at the baby in his arms, the child glared back at him rather scarily. "They spent three hours stemming a series of internal bleeds, and then Adam's came out of surgery to ask if they could deliver the twins by Caesarean. That was half an hour ago, you overcame the sedatives bloody quickly, thanks for the babies and their genes, healed your body."

"Wow…" Gwen smiled at the baby she was holding. "I do remember something, I think I slipped on the floor and smacked into the sink in front of me…it really hurt. I'm not surprised that it caused bleeding."

"I was terrified, again," Peter shook his head. "You always terrify me when you're in a predicament."

"Sorry, I don't mean to." She leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, I know." Peter nodded.

"Well," Gwen smiled down at the babies, both wriggling rather restlessly in their arms. "Aren't you two the best birthday presents ever?"

Peter grinned. "Yeah, gifts that keeps on giving!"

"Hmm," Gwen looked down at the baby in her arms, analysing the child. "This one looks like a David you know."

"Really?"

"Yep," Gwen nodded. "What about the other?"

"I don't know," Peter cocked his head at the baby in his arms, before realising what Gwen had done. He looked back up at her, raising an eyebrow. "You don't think this one looks like an Aiden?"

"I do." She smiled.

"You know, I think I agree with you," Peter nodded. "Dave and Aiden…those are beautiful names for my little boys."

"I agree." She knew how much of a perfect father that Peter was. The happiness was spread all over his face. "They are perfect."

A knock at the door got the attention of all four in the room, the babies beginning to sniffle once more. Gwen rolled her eyes before calling out.

"Come in."

"Mummy!" Elizabeth ran into the room, straight at her mother. Clearly she was intent on jumping straight onto her mother's bed, but thought better of it as she noticed the baby in Gwen's arms. Instead she slowly and carefully climbed onto the bed, able to get a good view of everyone.

"So Liz, what do you think?"

Elizabeth peered at both of the babies, inspecting them quietly. Peter was a little tense, he wasn't sure exactly how Elizabeth would take having siblings once they were born. He didn't want her to feel left out or ignored.

"Well, they're very small," She cocked her head. "What are their names?"

"We were thinking of David and Aiden."

Elizabeth looked between the two babies with a curious look. "Which one is which?"

"Erm..." Peter had to think for a second, looking in between the two babies. "This one in my arms is Aiden, the other is David."

"OK," Elizabeth nodded. "But if they look the same, how will we tell them apart?"

Peter narrowed his eyes, looking over at Gwen. "…with great difficulty."

A/N : As ever, I just couldn't bring myself to write a depressing ending for this. The last revision for this chapter was made by FireflySurvivor, extended description and lines were made among with fixed errors . I wanted to thank my Beta Reader for helping me out with this and with future chapters, only for you guys to get the best experience possible. That's it for now :)