Letter: R

Word: Ramen (noodles)

Timeline: Set some time after K, Gwen is pregnant with Parker jr.

A/N: I got the review suggesting this word and I just laughed and laughed for some reason :P but I'm happy with the story that came of it.

Also I have a note for the reviewer MaydayParker: I really thank you for your suggestions but due to the fact that I'm trying to keep this fic suitable for younger audiences means that I cannot use some of your more mature word suggestions. :c sorry!

Peter wiped away tears and sweat from his wife's face with a wet rag. She lay shivering in a ball in his lap.

"Done with this already," she moaned.

"I know," he sighed. He leaned back and re-did her messy ponytail.

The couple were snuggled down in a comforter on their bathroom floor, where they had spent the majority of the last three days. Gwen's morning sickness has just set in with a vengeance that neither of them had expected.

Gwen was beginning to worry Peter, too. She was feeling disoriented and she couldn't stop heaving. The nausea had been ever present for a full three days without cease, and she hadn't been able to keep down any food or drink.

Peter hadn't been able to suck it up and force any into her, which he was regretting. She needed to at least drink something, since she was very obviously dehydrated.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

She shook her head against his chest.

"You have to at least drink something. A Gatorade, maybe?"

"Nooo."

"Gwen, I will have to take you to the ER. And then when your mom and Aunt May ask why we were there we'll have to tell them about junior before we're ready. Not to mention that they'll stick an IV in you."

Gwen didn't respond, burrowing deeper into Peter's chest, then springing to her knees and throwing herself over the toilet.

Peter leaned forward and pulled stray pieces of her hair away from her face until she was finished and leaned back again.

"Fine," she murmured.

Peter smiled sadly. "Okay, Gatorade? Broth? Water?"

She shook her head to each.

"Gwen," Peter deadpanned. "Tell me what you want. You are going to have something."

He watched as her eyes fluttered, as if she was having a hard time keeping awake. "Ramen," she managed.

"Ramen noodles?" Peter thought for a moment. "We have those." He wiped down Gwen's face again before leaving her in the bathroom to make the noodles.

She got most of it down and the nausea gave her a break. She threw it up again three hours later, but Peter was satisfied that she got some nutrients out of it.

She lived off of Ramen noodles for the rest of that week, and eventually the sickness abated, leaving her with only mild nausea.

After it was all over and nothing but a memory, they liked to joke that Ramen noodles were the only thing that kept her alive that week.

A/N: yaay, pointless one shot. Thanks for reading, and remember I still want some word suggestions! Especially for V, W, and Z.

Also, I've started another A to Z fic! Stark and Potts, A to Z! And I'm taking suggestions in that one, too! s/9532465/1/Stark-and-Potts-A-to-Z