Hello everyone!
I'm sorry it's been forever since I've updated. I really want to complete this story! Thank you for all your support.
-Missskittles144
*I don't own spiderman*
Gwen woke up as she felt her son moving around. It was 5am and even though everyone was asleep, he was awake. She sat up and rubbed her 7 month baby bump. "Mommy needs her sleep. Please don't move into my ribs, it hurts," she thought. She pulled Peter's quilt back over her and laid awake staring at the ceiling for a few moments before making the decision to face the day.
As her swollen feet hit the floor she stood up and looked back to see that Peter was not in bed. It had become normal for him to not be there. After the incident with Venom and MJ, he had been hard at work to stop venom before his son entered the world. While she appreciated what he was doing, she also longed for him to be home with her and enjoying their time together before the arrival. She walked into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water before heading downstairs.
Gwen was surprised to hear the sound of pots and pans banging in the kitchen. At first she thought it was Aunt May because ever since the attack she had been a little bit frantic. They tried to assure her that they had properly fixed the house and that she was safe, but she still seemed weary.
She fidgeted with her engagement ring and peeked her head into the kitchen. She frowned as she saw Peter pacing back and forth in front of the pancakes that he was making. She stepped into the kitchen as he came to a stop in front of the stove and ran his hands through his hair.
"I know you're there," Peter said.
Gwen walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist the best she could with her huge bump. "I'm always here."
Peter sighed and turned around to face her. "But what if one day you're not?"
"Why wouldn't I be here?" Gwen asked as her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"What if Venom shows up again? What if something happens to you? What if I can't stop him?" Peter said as he turned off the stove.
"That's an awful lot of questions to have before breakfast." Gwen rubbed her baby bump.
"You wouldn't understand."
Gwen turned Peter to face her. "WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND? HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE? DO YOU THINK IT'S EASY FOR ME TO KNOW THAT YOU COULD DIE AT ANY MOMENT? THE FEAR YOU FELT WHEN I ALMOST DIED IS HOW I FEEL EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY. COMBINE THAT WITH GROWING ANOTHER HUMAN. I THINK IT'S YOU WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND PETER PARKER," Gwen yelled before storming out of the kitchen.
Peter quickly followed after her and grabbed her wrist. Before she could say anything he spun her around to face him and his lips met hers. His hands rested on the sides of her face and her hands rested on his chest. After a few moments, he broke the kiss completely out of breath.
"Okay," Gwen said simply.
"I'm sorry. I love you and I just wish I could give you everything, and some how keep you safe."
"I'm sorry too. I love you, but you can't always keep me safe, but what's important is that you make me feel safe. Don't forget that you've given me the greatest gift," Gwen said as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her bump where the baby was kicking.
Peter smiled. "He's strong."
"You bet. Keeps me awake with that kick."
"Is that why you were up so early?"
Gwen nodded.
Peter brought her over to the couch where they both sat down.
"My baby boy, my son, please be gentle with Momma. I love you and I love her so much and I want you to be the healthiest that you can be. Please let her sleep," he said as he rubbed her bump.
"Thank you Peter."
"For what?" he asked.
"Being the best dad."
"He's not technically here yet."
"I know, but when you take care of me, you take care of him and we appreciate it. We love you. He loves you."
"Thank you, I love you too."
"I've gotta go and get ready," Gwen said as she struggled to get to her feet.
Peter stood up and took her hands to help her up. "Why's that?"
"Today is my baby shower at MJ's. Who knows what she's got planned. At least we can start the nursery after the shower, then we'll know what we need."
"A baby shower at MJ's. Now there's something to be afraid of," Peter said as MJ smacked his arm and made her way upstairs.
