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8:00 am was on the clock when Gwen was awoken abruptly by an uneasy feeling. A wave of nausea came on strong as she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She collapsed in front of the toilet just as she was sick. "Welcome to motherhood," she thought to herself. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
"Gwen! What's wrong?" Peter called as he ran into the bathroom. He took in the sight of her sprawled out of the floor with her head rested against the toilet. His heart clenched in his chest.
"It's alright Peter it's just-," Gwen was interrupted as her stomach emptied itself again. She was comforted as Peter sat on the floor next to her and held her hair back while rubbing her back. Once she thought it was over she leaned back against Peter. "Morning Sickness," she said.
"I'm so sorry," he replied.
"It's not your fault Pete," Gwen said quietly.
"Actually it kind of is," he said as he began to laugh.
"You are so bad Peter Parker," Gwen said as she swatted at his arm.
"Thank you. I take pride in that. Speaking of which I also take pride in eating a good breakfast. Are you feeling well enough?"
"Not really, but we need to go and tell my mom and explain to your Aunt May," Gwen said as she bit her lip.
Peter stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her up so she was standing. "Gwen, you're eating for two. You need to be healthy. At least promise me you'll eat lunch?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yes of course," she said. She began to laugh.
"What is it?" he said as he smirked at her.
"You have bedhead," she replied as she stood on the tips of her feet to flatten his hair.
"Really?" he laughed. "Lets get dressed."
"Good morning," Gwen said to Aunt may as she took a seat at the table.
"Oh Gwen! I didn't hear you coming. Is Peter coming down?" she asked as she placed food in front of Gwen.
"I'm right here Aunt May!" Peter yelled as he jumped over the staircase railing.
"PETER PARKER USE YOUR MANORS!" Aunt may yelled.
Gwen laughed a little as Peter marched over and kissed the top of her head before taking a seat.
"I always do," he said, winking at Gwen and taking a bite of toast.
Aunt May rolled her eyes. "We need to talk about some things," she said as she sat down. "I have a couple questions. I don't care how or what happened last night, I just want to know what your plans are. You are only 19 and Gwen is only 18."
"Well, we are definitely keeping it. I am taking Gwen to her mom's house today to talk to her. Tomorrow I am going to see if I can find a second job. My main priority is to support Gwen enough so that she can still go to school," he said without hesitation.
"Peter that is a good plan. Gwen how are you feeling about all of this?" Aunt May asked as she reached out to hold her hand.
Gwen took her hand. "I'm actually feeling quite sick," she said, pushing her food around the plate.
"Were you sick this morning?" she asked.
"I was, but in terms of the plan I think it's great. I just... don't want to dump all of the responsibility on Peter." Gwen looked into Peter's brown eyes.
"Gwen you are doing the hardest part. I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else," he said to reassure her.
"You better take good care of that girl Peter," Aunt May said.
"I will! Come on Gwen, let's go to your mom's," Peter said as he grabbed her hand and began walking towards the door.
"Wear coats! It's cold out!" Aunt May yelled from the kitchen.
Peter slipped his coat on before realizing that Gwen's was still covered in blood stains. "It's okay. You can wear this," he said as he handed her one of his coats. It was huge on her still-small frame.
"Thanks Pete."
"Don't worry about your coat. I'll try washing it later."
"NO YOU WON'T. YOU DYE EVERYTHING BLUE AND RED," Aunt May hollered from the kitchen.
"Doesn't everyone wash the american flag?" Peter said as he winked at Gwen.
"NO THEY DON'T PETER," Aunt May yelled.
"I LOVE YOU TOO," Peter yelled back as he and Gwen went out the door.
"I love you too," Aunt May whispered as she heard the door close.
As they walked up to her apartment door, Gwen got more and more nervous. Peter could sense it. He carefully put his arm around her waist.
"Peter just let me go in first. My mom hasn't been the same since my Dad died," Gwen said as she turned the handle.
"Mom I'm home. Can we talk? MOM?" Gwen asked. There was no answer.
"Is she home?" Peter asked.
Just then her mom walked in from her bedroom. "Hello Gwen. Peter. Gwen why were you not here to take care of your brother's last night?" she asked, clearly frustrated.
"Mom I-" Gwen said as she was interrupted.
"I don't want to hear it."
"Mom we need to talk."
"NO GWEN. YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW."
"MOM JUST STOP BEING ANGRY FOR ONCE AND LISTEN TO ME. I'M NOT JUST SOME CHILD THAT YOU CAN PUSH AROUND ANYMORE. I CAME HERE TO TELL YOU THAT PETER AND I ARE EXPECTING," Gwen shouted as she fought back tears.
"You know what. You're right. You aren't a child. I guess you're ready to move out then," her mom said as she walked back to her room.
"Mom... no please...," Gwen said as tears began to stream down her face. Peter pulled her into a hug as she began to cry into his chest.
"It's going to be okay. I am so sorry baby," Peter said as he rubbed her back.
"Gwenny what's wrong?" one of her brothers said as he ran out looking alarmed.
"Oh Howard I'm so sorry. I can't stay here," Gwen said as she knelt down and hugged him.
"No...no... Gwen don't leave me," he said as tears began to stream down his face.
"Listen to me. ANYTHING happens here, and you give me a call. If you are ever left alone or feel like something isn't right call me. I will come for you. I won't let her hurt you."
Her little brother began to cry as Peter knelt down beside her to talk. "Hey little man. Keep your chin up. I promise you will see her. You want to know a secret?"
Howard nodded as he wiped away tears. "I helped spiderman a few days ago. He owes me one. Now he owes you one," Peter said.
Howard gave him a hug. "Thank you Peter," he said.
"He's going to make a great Dad someday," Gwen thought to herself. "Yes, thank you Peter."
