31: George Stacy [01]

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- A few days later -

George Stacy sighed, opening the door to his house; it had been a hectic day, tiresome, but he was happy to return home in one piece for his daughter. Quite the lovely thing she was; he loved her dearly. More so after her mother passed away. She was the only one he had left, other than his relatives, of course, but let's be honest here, relatives do not equal someone you can love.

Anyways, George put his hat away, got out of his shoes, and silently walked into the bathroom to freshen up. He changed into some casual wear, and got out, inhaling deeply. His nose twitched, and he raised his eyebrow, sniffing again. Now that he smelled it properly, it seems that his lovely bundle of sunshine made something for him tonight.

'What's the special occasion?' He thought.

What could it be?

Hmm. Suspicions.

Anyways, George walked up to the dinner table and sat down before he picked up the note resting beside the 'dishes' his daughter made.

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Sorry, was very tired today, so I went ahead and ate without you. So, to bribe you, I've made something very special. Hope you like it!

-Gwen

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George cracked a smile as he chuckled, eating the 'dishes' she made.

He sighed, eating before he started walking towards his room. Though he did open the door to glance at her sleeping soundly before moving on to his room.

Slumping back in the bed, George sighed.

Life.

Thinking so, he shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to catch some sleep.

"Gwen, you're gonna be late if you don't wake up!" George yelled as he prepared food, fast. He was, quite literally, in God mode. For God's sake, he woke up pretty late today. As he was going to get late for his work anyway, he decided to make something for her. Though he got a bit too absorbed and forgot to wake her up.

He was probably thinking that she'd wake up on her own, but oh well, teenagers.

"Gwen!" he yelled.

"Coming!" she called from the distance.

George just quickly served the breakfast to the air sitting on the dinner table before he moved to her room, knocked, waited, and opened the door.

"Wake up, young lady! Wake up!" he said, walking up to the sleepyhead.

"Just five more minutes, Peter." She mumbled.

Though the sentence was quite literally not understandable, George's dad instincts tingled, and his eyes flared in righteous fury before settling down.

"I'm no Peter, wake up or I'm gonna drop cold water on you."

Gwen instantly jolted up, blushed, and walked into the bathroom. She brushed, did her morning routine, and walked out before making her way to the dinner table. Her dad waited silently, tapping the table in annoyance.

"Hey, dad, quite the good morning we have here, don't you agree?" Gwen chuckled nervously and started eating.

George just scoffed, "I heard what happened." He spoke.

"W-what happened?"

"You dating Peter."

"Oh, yes, haha, surprise?"

Yeah, no shit. George rolled his eyes.

Teenagers.

They ate in silence, and George finished before her.

"Just don't do anything stupid and we're fine," he just sighed and picked up his plates, walking into the kitchen before he started doing the dishes.

Gwen, on the other hand, flinched in her place with guilt in her eyes. Now she felt bad about not telling him already; all the tests were positive, she was definitely pregnant, and it was horrifying to think about her dad's reaction. So, she and Peter had been avoiding this talk for pretty much days now. And it wouldn't be long before someone noticed.

So, they needed to talk.

But she was afraid.

What if her dad got mad?

What if he lashed out at her?

She wasn't going to tell him about the whole rápe thing since she believed it wasn't entirely Peter's fault, but still, what if her dad beat Peter up? Though she doubted Peter would be hurt given his super body.

But… what if her dad sent him to jail?

Gwen was afraid, rightfully so.

And that's exactly why she quickly finished everything she needed to do before running off to school.

George was going to go to his work. He got ready, put on his uniform and all that, but before he could go, he heard a knock at the door.

George frowned; who could it be?

He walked up to the door, and twisted the doorknob, opening the door wide.

"Nancy?" George asked in confusion.

It was Nancy, his sister-in-law, his brother's wife.

She'd just been here a few days ago. Why was she here again? Not that he didn't like her coming here, but he was just curious.

"George," said the blonde woman. Her appearance was betraying her age, or so would George think, but he couldn't be bothered about how hot of a milf she was, he was not interested in relationships anymore. Not after his Helen died.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Nancy sighed, "We need to have a long talk."

"W-what?" George muttered hoarsely; his voice dry. His eyes shook.

N-no, this can't be, right?

"I understand how you must feel, George, I really do. But… she wasn't telling you, and that's why it fell on my shoulders to do so."

George was in denial for a long time. Seconds turned to minutes, yet he did not utter a single word.

To be honest, he was royally pissed, angry—enraged even—, disappointed, horrified, overwhelmed, confused, and so many things at the same time.

He was pissed at his daughter for doing something so stupid.

But he was also pissed at himself for not raising her well If she went ahead and decided to do this.

He was disappointed in her. That she would do such a thing. But he was also disappointed in himself for not doing a good job. Because, if he thought about it for a moment, it was his fault that she ended up the way she did, and he was disappointed in himself.

He was horrified at the thought of his little girl being pregnant. She was pregnant? She had a tiny life inside her. Why? She was barely 18!

George sighed, his head slumping his hands as he rubbed his eyes and temples.

What was he supposed to do now?

He wanted to go and get her home, lash at her, say things he probably shouldn't, things that he would come to regret later, but as he was mostly a level-headed person—his profession desired such from him—he somewhat calmed down.

Gwen was his daughter, no matter what she'd gotten herself into.

George tried to accept the situation at hand. Doing things in an emotional state, or in anger, would always result in backlash, no matter what, so he was trying to be calm, for his daughter… and for the tiny life inside her.

Nancy stood up and sat beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

"George, lis-"

"Please, Nancy…" George sighed, "I need some alone time."

She hesitated but nodded before going inside a room, leaving him alone to ponder.

Now that he was calm, George started to think of the situation in a bit more depth.

Who was the father?

…Probably Peter.

George frowned heavily.

As far as he knew the boy, he was smart, so it wasn't possible for him to make an idiotic decision. There had to be a reason. That would be what he would like to think, and he was, but he was mostly blaming Peter for it. But, like the mature person he was, George decided that it would be best to decide everything after he heard what excuses they had.

To be honest, he wanted to beat the shit out of Peter, and throw him in jail, but he also knew how disappointed and sad his daughter would be.

George sighed; she's no longer a little girl. If she has what it takes to make big decisions.

Though George's mind couldn't help but wonder; is he lacking as a parent? Sure, Helen's absence might have left much to be desired by Gwen, and many things she couldn't learn, but he'd tried his best to raise her.

George sighed; he was getting a headache already.

What happened, happened, now, there were a few choices he could make—actually, scratch that, the few choices Gwen could take.

If she didn't want to be pregnant, she could get an abortion. He'd take her there, and be there to support her too if this was what she chose. Though he wished she wouldn't choose this.

If she didn't want an abortion but didn't want to be a parent either, she could give the baby up for adoption. If she wanted to be involved in the baby's life, but not as a parental figure, he'd adopt the baby, and raise it. If she'd prefer for the baby to be adopted outside of the family, they'd probably research adoption agencies together.

If she wanted to keep the baby… George sighed; no matter what, she's his daughter. So, he would make sure that she knew that he'd be there to support her in any way she needed.

Then came other problems—financial, child care, and other's opinion. Health insurance; Maternity clothing; Baby Shower, and much more.

Childcare would've been a big problem, but George didn't mind babysitting—he might have to get early retirement.

Other's opinion? George didn't give a fuck.

Child support though...

For now, though, he just got up, changed into casual clothes, got to his room, and slumped on his bed. He didn't get any shut-eye, but he had a lot of time to ponder over the situation. Honestly, he was grateful that Gwen wasn't home. Why? He was pretty sure he would've lashed out at his little girl.

She must be so confused and scared too.

So, he could just be grateful that she wasn't there.

Gwen Stacy sighed as she walked to her house; Peter was still suspended, and she was getting bored in school. She was feeling dizzy too, so that's that.

Ugh, Gwen grumbled; where's Peter?

She sighed yet again, quickly made a beeline to her home, and opened the door before getting inside. She was, however, surprised when she saw her dad and aunt sitting in the living room, seemingly talking about something very important.

Her dad looked as if he'd aged a few years… and that he'd cried.

Her aunt looked worried too.

"Is, is everything alright?" she asked as she got in, her expression growing serious and a bit worried.

"Gwen," her dad said, sounding a bit on edge as he stood up. The frown was evident on his visage, but he sighed and walked up to her.

Then, he stared at her with unreadable eyes.

"Tell the truth. No hiding. Not anymore." He said, and his tone made her a bit afraid.

"Are you pregnant?"

Peter had been busy with his 'training' in the Mystic Arts. Other than learning the languages, and, he'd managed to learn a few others things as well, just not any spells. Anyways, Magik was quite a good teacher, the way she explained sometimes was more than perfect. Peter was learning quickly, but it would still take some time before he learned anything substantial.

His relationship with May had taken a turn, that night when he returned home, she was not home. Peter had, quite literally, been panicked. He'd gotten out, and searched for her, but he hadn't been able to find her. He'd been worried; did he go too far?

But fortunately, she returned after a while with a resigned expression.

They hadn't talked much at all, and Peter wanted it to stay that way for a little and let the iron get hotter, only then would he strike.

Life had been quite normal; he went on dates with Gwen, they got more comfortable together, and he'd started learning spells.

All in all, it was sailing smoothly for Peter.

Lord_Kismet: Aww, poor boy doesn't know the brewing storm. Anyways, so… this is my take on the situation. I dunno if it's good or not as that's entirely up to you guys to decide, but oh well, what's done is done. Like I always say, I make mistakes and learn from them. Though I hope I did a good job with the situation. In my opinion, that's how a dad should act if he learned about his daughter's opinion. But then again, I ain't no father, so I don't know what a 'real' father would have to go through. Point out my mistakes and help me improve!

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