A/N: Alright… So. This story is straying away from what I originally planned it to be, but that's ok! (isn't it?) Please tell me if you have any problems and PLEASE tell me if you like it a lot! Thanks to all my readers! (I haven't a clue how many of you there are) Keep on readin'!

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Chapter 4: Trying to Tell You

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"Peter…" Peter could hear someone calling his name. Hoping like anything that he got enough sleep for the day, he opened his eyes, which soon met with ocean green ones.

"Hmm?" He asked, groggy from sleep. Mary Jane smiled. That smile that stole his ability to speak.

"Mornin', Tiger." She whispered, still smiling, and then leaned in to give him a very good morning kiss. After regaining some oxygen, Peter just stared at her.

"Good morning to you too, Red." He said, trying to de-fog his eyes. MJ's beaming smile was gone, but the twinkle in her eyes remained. Upon impulse, he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him, giving her a crushing hug. After returning the hug, MJ laid her head on the pillow behind them while idly playing with his fingers with her left hand, staring up at him with dreamy eyes.

"I'm really lucky, you know." Her small smile looked very satisfied.

"Hmm… Not as lucky as I am, miss. Sorry to burst your bubble." Peter smiled at his wife,

"Oh really?" MJ raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

"Yes, really." He replied with confidence, rubbing his nose against hers. MJ laughed and kissed him.

"Well maybe we can just assume that our luckiness is equal, hmm?" She still played with Peter's fingers.

"Mmmm…" It was Peter's turn to look distant. MJ looked down at the pale sheets below her. Drawing her hand away from Peter's, she wrung and rubbed her hands, though Peter didn't seem to notice much.

"Hey Pete, I need to talk to you about something." She looked up at him expectantly, though he saw nothing but her eyes. Her beautiful, sea green, eyes…

"Hey Pete, I need to talk to you about something…" The words broke through Peter's dreamy thoughts, though the tone in which they were spoken did not quite register. Oh dear… Good heavens please not the color of the living room again… Heaven knew he was a horrible paint-coordinator… Peter desperately tried to think of a subtle change of subject. The weather? No, you idiot… Her eyes? No! Think of something! Pictures… Aunt May… His job… Wait a second. His job. His freelance job. His freelance status was going to be updated by JJ to a full time if he qualified in that meeting… Peter's eyes went wide. That meeting was today. Today meaning this morning. Glancing at the projection clock sitting in the corner, his heart rate jumped a bit. This morning meaning in fifteen minutes.

"Pete? Did you hear me? I need to tell you some-" Before his wife could finish, Pete leapt out of bed with inhuman speed. Flabbergasted, MJ sat up, staring at him. "Peter?"

"I have exactly fifteen – make that fourteen, minutes to get to the bugle, dressed with my portfolio in hand to face JJJ." MJ still looked beyond startled as she rose out of bed.

"What? I thought that meeting was next week…" She followed Peter with her confused eyes as he hurried around the room, shoving on his two suits, Spiderman and business. Leaving the room and soon after coming back with a toothbrush protruding from his mouth, Peter shook his head.

"Nope," He said, tilting his head up so that toothpaste didn't come out of his mouth, "It's today. Unfortunately." Leaving the room once again and returning without the toothbrush just as quickly as before, he shrugged on his jacket, and grabbed his folder of pictures.

"Wait, Pete, I'm trying to tell you something!" MJ looked not only hopelessly confused, but also quite frustrated. She was going to tell him and tell him right now, gosh darn it! Turning, Peter looked at her funny. So this wasn't about the living room walls?

"What is it?" He asked, now not knowing what to expect.

MJ sighed inwardly. This situation would get her nowhere. Sighing again, this time out loud, she fumbled for an explanation.

"Just…" She started, not meeting his eyes. "Be safe. Please." She asked, not completely whole-heartedly, and gave him a warm hug. Returning the hug, Peter wasn't a bit convinced by this 'something she needed to tell him' business. She told him that every single day of his life.

"MJ, what-"

"Go on, Pete. You've got eleven minutes to go and face JJJ." Practically shoving him out the door, carefully avoiding his newly bruised arm, MJ shut the door behind him.

Sighing, Peter set off towards the Bugle. He'd ask her later. But whatever it was, something was defiantly up.

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Mary Jane groaned. After her stomach had decided to send up the remains of her breakfast, she had decided to curl up on the couch in her PJs and watch TV. But she didn't really hear any of the reports on the news, or any of the commercials promising a miraculous weight loss pill. All she could think about was this – how on earth was she going to tell Peter?! When she was younger, she figured this kind of thing might be easy. How wrong she was. Getting up and walking into the restroom, she ran her hands through her red locks as she stared at her weary reflection. Breaking her statue-like spell, she looked down at her trash can, eyeing the discarded pregnancy test package. Biting her lip, she smiled despite her mood. It was a happy revelation indeed, but there again lied the question that haunted her mind.

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Peter trudged into his apartment. So much for the job. JJJ couldn't be moved, it seemed, and here he stood, still a freelancer. Well, it was better than nothing, he supposed. He had to suppose that a lot to make life seem sufficient. Just the good 'ol Parker luck.

"MJ? I'm home!" Peter called, wondering just where she was. In their small office, MJ's stomach went into her throat. Well, this was it. And she was going to tell him, heaven help her. Stepping out of the small room, readying herself, she smiled at her husband and gave him a welcome-home hug.

"Hey, Pete! How was the meeting?" She asked, concealing her shaking the best she could.

"Eh… Still a freelancer." He looked depressed.

"Oh… I'm so sorry, Tiger…" She hugged him again. "It's better than nothing, though." She said, not knowing how ironic that sentence was. Smiling, Peter nodded.

"I suppose so." He paused, sighing. "Well, how was your day?" He asked. MJ could have laughed herself, but didn't.

"Well… Nothing much, I guess..."

"Alright… I like those kinds of days. But MJ, I do want to ask you, what did you want to tell me this morning? Because I don't believe this 'be safe' stuff. You tell me that every single time I go out. MJ laughed nervously.

"Well… I uh…" Great, She thought, So much for not shaking. She looked down at her shaky hands. "Sit down, Pete."

"What?"

"J-Just… Sit down, please." MJ sat down, and patted the seat next to her, motioning for Peter to join her. Confused but obedient, Peter sat, patiently waiting for his wife to continue. Noting her shakiness, Peter wondered what in the world was going on. Did someone die? Was Aunt May in the hospital again?

"Pete, I…" Mary Jane hesitated.

"Yes?" He prompted, after she paused. MJ grit her teeth. Ok. She would just blurt it out and get it over with before she could decide against it.

"I'm pregnant." Chills of relief ran up her spine. She had said it. She had finally gotten it out of herself after two weeks. But now she was nervous about how he would respond. But, instead of an instant reaction, reality decided to torture her with a long, awkward pause.

"W-what?" Peter stuttered, utterly shocked to say the least.

"I'm pregnant." She repeated, this time with more confidence. Slowly but surely, a beaming smile spread across Peter's face. MJ was relieved. Originally, she thought that he might be hesistant, because of his… Awkward job.

"You are?" Peter's eyes were alight, though he still looked beyond shocked.

"Yes." MJ smiled. "So… You're happy?" She asked, eyeing him hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his face contorted in a very odd way. "Of course I'm happy!" Before she knew it, Mary Jane was wrapped in his strong arms, and soon found herself hugging him back with all the strength she had. Needless to say, that was much less than his strongest.

"Pete?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't breath." MJ wheezed as she spoke. Immediately, Peter let go, apologizing many times. After that was settled, Peter still seemed unable to digest this large of a shock.

"So, you mean we're going to be parents?" He asked, bewilderment still written all over his face.

"Yes, Tiger, We're going to be parents." MJ beamed. As the couple held each other in mutual happiness, Mary Jane contemplated the fact that she couldn't ever remember smiling so much in her life. Though her cheeks were sore from smiling, her heart danced in her chest. She was going to be a mommy.

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One thousand dollars?! What kind of 'reasonable' fine was that? Flash thought to himself as he scribbled a check and shoved it into the envelope. Gluing it shut, he dreaded to look at his bank account any time soon. The debt piled there would add up to years of a horrible income. Working as a delivery man at a pizza shop wasn't exactly the ideal job job for a twenty-four year old. Switching on his bunny-eared television, Flash once again had to endure the sight of Mary Jane Watson and all her money and fame… He gritted his teeth. She would be his wife one day. One day very soon.

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There you have it! I hope it is sufficient. If it is not, feel free to rant to me. But, I apologize, I am not a very experienced writer, and I do what I can. Also, if you would take five seconds of your precious time and review, I would be much obliged.

A/N: By the way… I did say that this story is VERY AU, didn't I?