Navigating the Curve

by JulietteLyst

When you try to amend past mistakes, sometimes you make bigger mistakes… like disappearing for months or accidentally being thrown into another universe. What? That doesn't happen to everyone?

13. No Better Way

Pre-Disclaimer: The formatting in this document is driving me insane.

Disclaimer: Even though I've been a fan of the She-Hulk for decades, I don't own her or Spider-Man or anything in Marvel. It would be nice if I did though!

Warning: What happens when the rubber meets the road? Don't worry! Friction burns are kept to a minimum… Maybe.

Trigger: Umm… Well… I… No idea. Maybe you'll see one? IDK. Navigating the Curve

By Juliette Lyst

No Better Way

Main Universe

Outside Parker Residence - Early Morning

"… should be fine, right?"

Sami stood still near the doorway to the house, his mouth gaping open slightly. He wondered what response she expected? One of his eyes began to twitch as he watched Mary Jane's lips move. Why would she…?

Frowning and biting her bottom lip, Mary Jane reached up and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hey… Earth to Samuel!" Her action barely solicited a flinch.

"I…" his words came out sounding strangled - as keeping his breathing even was proving to be difficult. Inside, he felt as if he was smothering.

"It's a good idea though, right?" MJ asked again, waiting eagerly with baited breath. She expected her friend to be a little surprised at her suggestion, but his response was on another level entirely.

It was as if Sami had turned to stone. I wish he'd say something! Anything, even a rejection was better than dead silence.

Then, as if waking from a dream - or in Samuel's case, a nightmare, he did a complete about-face, spinning around on his right heel and staggering back to his car. He'd never taken himself as someone who could be easily shocked or upset by much.

Mary Jane had made him a believer today! "Sami-" the redhead called, following him.

"No…" he finally managed, holding one hand up. He hadn't turned back around to face her. "No, I need to take time to think this over," His eyes were narrowed, frustration visible on his features. "I told you that I had other obligations in my life, MJ…" Lowering his hand, he sighed.

The redhead paused and stepped back from him. Had she misspoken?

"That is not an invitation to then tell me that my plans and my desires are meaningless!" Lifting his head, he resumed walking to his car. "Not all of us can live footloose and fancy-free!" Disappointment and anger were audible in his voice.

In fact, Mary Jane had never seen him so agitated in the entire time she'd known him. Did I really do that? Even though she had been somewhat singletrack-minded, she didn't remember telling him that what he wanted was meaningless.

All I did was ask him to live with me! What's so hard about that? These days, the redhead was lonesome for company and had initially believed that Samuel would leap at the chance to share the home with her. Instead, he had flatly explained that he had responsibilities to take care of and couldn't.

When she'd insisted that he could still do so and live with her… he lost his composure.

I didn't do anything wrong. Nothing at all. Her green eyes narrowed to slits. What is he not telling me? She began to wonder what these other commitments were, but as it was, MJ knew she wasn't in a place to ask.

"Umm…" MJ watched as he opened his car door. "Will… Will you be back today?" She flinched at his responding stare, easily able to see how tight his features had become. "W… W-We have a shoot in the afternoon." Worrying her lip again, she began to wonder if she

should have done this on a work day. She had decided against asking the previous night… and now she regretted asking at all.

Snorting in derision, Samuel remained standing with the driver's door open. Had she meant ill? Lifting his head, he stared at the clouds overhead and drew a calming breath in through his nose. Sure, his family problems had worsened, but his friend had no way of knowing any of this.

"Samuel…"

Slowly, he moved his gaze back to her face. The muscles around his mouth quivered a little in reaction.

"I'm sorry," she spoke, her voice soft. Folding her arms, Mary Jane shivered. Her friend's eyes were unreadable, and he seemed to be struggling with something. "Will you please join me today for the shoot?"

Requestion forgiveness when unaware of the transgression truly vexed her. However, to preserve not just their friendship, but their working relationship…

Slowly, his ire slacked… and he felt terrible about how poorly he'd reacted. It's not her fault for not knowing. It was the push - the mere suggestion that he could possibly split his attention in so many directions that was already tipping him over the edge.

MJ's suggestion of him physically removing himself from the situation made him boil over. "Yes…" he conceded finally, looking away from her. Moving to live with her would only add another layer of madness with his family.

"I'll arrange a ride for myself," she added quickly, not wanting to add any more pressure on him. Now that she was able to look at him carefully, she was able to see the visible bags under his eyes. He looked like he had lost weight too. "Don't worry about picking me up here today."

Part of her hoped that he would insist that he still could come to get her.

This time, her silent petition would go unanswered.

"That's a good idea. I'll see you there." After his acknowledgement, he climbed into his car. Another moment of hesitation, and then he turned the engine on. He spared her a glance, unable to say anything else and drove off.

Utter anguish…

That was how she could describe how she felt.

When she'd first seen Sammy, she'd been so happy. I still don't understand… Turning around, she returned to the house and closed the door. Moving to her kitchen, she opened the fridge. Despite the efforts of her friends, alcohol had already made its way back.

As Mary Jane stood there, her eyes wandered back and forth between the cold beer - that she knew could numb her - and orange juice.

Sniffling, she shakily reached in the fridge and made her choice. A sad expression in place, she sauntered over to the window to peek out at the sun still rising in the sky. The redhead could already faintly hear the birds singing as they welcomed another day.

Feeling restless, she left the window and went back outside. Inhaling deeply, she sat on the front step.

Uncapping the cold bottle of orange juice and taking a sip, she waited - for more light.

A sunny day always chased her problems away - didn't it? Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe) Saturday - Early Morning

Slivers of sunlight peeked into the room through vertical blinds. One of the occupants in the bed was already awake.

Clad in socks, pajama shorts and a t-shirt, Jennifer was reclined on her back - staring at the ceiling and watching a thin beam of light as it gradually lengthened. Morning was one of the best parts of the day, when everything was mostly quiet, save the sounds of birds outside waking up.

In spite of the serene scene, her features were anything but. As soon as she woke, the most overwhelming wave of nausea had hit. It was the worst she'd experienced so far in her pregnancy.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to slowly roll into a more comfortable position in bed. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead, and she trembled. Opening her mouth, Jennifer couldn't make much of a sound save a small whimper.

The sickness was so intense that she could barely catch her breath and felt lightheaded. That presented another problem as her bladder was demanding her full attention. Jen had to go urgently, but it was so hard to move.

Her stomach turbulently churned as she finally made it into a sitting position. Brown eyes widening, she heard the ominous gurgling coming from her middle. What? She grimaced. What is…

Wincing at the sudden wash of acid in her throat, Jen carefully rose to her feet and slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Peter found her in there an hour later, unable to get off the toilet. Her face and arms were slick with sweat. Her shirt was saturated in patches. Despite the bile that she was able to taste vividly, she

hadn't been able to empty her stomach at all.

"Jen?" Alarm was audible in his voice.

Responding slowly, Jennifer lifted her eyes to Peter, her gaze watery and blurred. He seemed to be moving far too fast for her.

Or was she moving too slow?

"What happened?" he asked, dropping down to a knee to look at her face. Her wan pallor scared him. If pea-green were a person… he thought grimacing. Jen looked very ill.

"Can't… get up," she forced out in answer.

His brows furrowing, Peter stood up. "Need the hospital?" "N… No. Get up… back in bed." Jennifer managed.

Her words were disjointed, but he was able to understand. I did promise that I would help her. That's exactly what he was going to do. No matter how bad it was. He reached down to gently pull her to her feet.

"Pete…" she whimpered, shaking a little. She felt both hot and cold at the same time, feeling fresh perspiration beginning to coat her

skin. "I… N-Need-" Her hands were grasping at his shirt.

"Don't worry." Peter whispered, holding her very close. He helped her clean up in the bathroom and slowly walked with her back to her room. Cautiously, he helped her sit down on the bed. "Stay here! Try to sit still." He hurried to the other side of the bed and scooped up the trash can.

He then padded into the bathroom. After pulling the current bag out of the can, he lined it with two more from the small medicine cabinet over the sink.

Returning to her side, he set the trash can on the floor next to her and helped her recline in bed. "How sick did you get Jenny?" He was confused, having not heard a thing.

"Didn't," she grumbled, sounding testy. It felt much better to lie back in bed. Features creasing in discomfort as her innards continued to wage war on her, Jen felt a modicum of relief as Peter used both of their pillows to prop her up further.

"You didn't?" Peter's voice echoed how befuddled he felt. Reaching over, he carefully slid the waistband of her pajama shorts down. "Let's take a bit of the pressure off." He spoke softly, carefully pushing her shirt up enough to expose her abdomen.

"I feel horrible, Pete." she whispered, uncertain which was worse - feeling so queasy… or the knowledge that she wasn't sick enough to vomit.

"I understand Jenny," He gently rubbed her right knee. "I'll be right back."

Unable to speak anymore, she exhaled carefully, her head lolling back against the mass of pillows. Fatigue sunk in heavily, and though Jen slept enough the night before, her eyes drifted closed. She fell fast asleep before Peter even made it back to the room.

As quickly as he could, Peter collected crackers, water, ginger ale and his phone. Hurrying back to her side, he was surprised to see her sleeping. Taking care to not wake her - he set the water, ginger ale and crackers on the bedside table next to her.

Unwilling to be far from her, he sat on his usual side of the bed and quickly dialed his boss' number. Hearing the older man pick up, Peter waited for the usual greeting the man offered. "Good morning to you too, sir," he replied, keeping his voice much lower than usual. "I'm actually calling because I don't believe I'll be able to come in today."

I hope you have a reason for this." His boss didn't seem happy.

"I have a family emergency." Peter knew the older man was veru resistant to him not showing up for work.

We're nearly done with the project today…" His boss responded. "I…" Peter looked back at Jennifer. "My partner is sick, and I need to

take care of her today."

Sick?"

Peter could hear papers shuffling suddenly. Frowning faintly, he lowered his voice even more. "Yes. I mentioned she was pregnant before, sir." Really… he hadn't. The news had made the rounds at work though, and he just… never denied any of it. He did not feel right doing this. "She's has been very unwell since early this morning." He grit his teeth, hoping that Jen would forgive him.

"She didn't want me to take her to the hospital, but I'm worried about her becoming dehydrated." Even though he was fully invested in helping her, it didn't mean that he had permission to share her state of health with anyone. Even if this was something his boss already knew…

There was a bit of silence, as the older man absorbed what Peter was telling him. "I see…" More papers shuffled. "Take care of her."

"Thank you, sir!" Peter exclaimed as loud as he could while nearly whispering.

Do you think you'll be in tomorrow?"

Peter frowned. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't be like this all day. "I hope so, sir."

Okay, Edgar. Contact me before the end of today so I know what to expect tomorrow."

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, Peter straightened up where he sat. "Thank you so much. I'm so sorry about this."

His boss chuckled. "Can't be helped. Take care, Edgar."

"Take care, sir." Hanging up the call, Peter set the phone on the bedside table on his side. Scooting over in bed next to Jen, he rested his head next to her side. Slowly, Peter proceeded to go to sleep as well.

Jen's Apartment - 10:45AM

Peter was the first one to wake. Sitting up in bed, he stretched, his back aching a little from the cramped in position he was in. Lowering his eyes, he observed Jennifer - still in a deep state of sleep. She looked completely at peace, her skin no longer that sickly shade

from earlier. For the moment, everything was tranquil.

Getting out of bed, Peter paused near the window. Quietly, he observed how little specs of dust were illuminated by the sunlight coming through the blinds.

Pushing a few of them aside, he peered into the outside world. What would he be doing this time of day exactly? Checking the bedside clock, the webcrawler did a double-take. Not long ago, he would have been racing to get to the restaurant to have lunch with Jen.

No more of that, he sighed, frustrating creasing his features. This was bad. He hadn't worried much when only he was the one without adequate health insurance, but with the baby… There were so many expenses and medical bills on the near horizon.

Peter wasn't even sure what her bill from the emergency room would cost. Thinking about it made him shudder.

I have to do better. He needed to get a second job, or find a way to be a legal employee. A second job would be dicey. He promised he would be there to support her, but how could he if he was always working? I have to get my identity back. A deep furrow formed between his brows. But how do I do that? New York was a long way from here.

While Kearney was a nice place, he didn't know anyone in the city - save Jenny. Glancing over his shoulder briefly, he watched her continuing to doze. At least there's her… Returning his gaze to the world outside, he allowed his shoulders to droop a little.

There was so much responsibility resting on him now. He wasn't going to complain, but there were so many challenges ahead… things that he hadn't had to consider until yesterday. Maybe we can get her on state insurance? That led to more questions than not.

Both she and the baby needed decent medical treatment, but he hadn't a clue of anything when it came to Nebraska.

"Umm… Pete?" Jennifer spoke softly, still half asleep.

Grateful for the reprieve from darker thoughts, Peter turned around and rushed to her side of the bed. "How are you feeling, Jen?" Then, he found himself waiting as her answer took a bit longer than expected.

"Not um… Not bad." Slowly, she was waking. The petite brunette couldn't exactly remember what she was lying on, but it was so soft .

Good. Whew! "I have something for your stomach."

"My…?" she sounded confused.

"Let's sit up, slowly…" He gently pulled her into a seated position.

As soon as she was upright again, she started to grow pale. "Wh…" She let out a low groan, beginning to feel sick.

Not again! Peter's features became pinched, and he quickly grabbed the soda off her bedside table. Cracking it open, he pulled her closer to him and offered it to her.

She turned away; her expression was pained. Nothing in her stomach sounded better.

"It'll help, Jen. Just take a swallow," he urged. Jen pouted and turned towards the can again.

Tipping it carefully, Peter helped her drink some of the ginger ale down. "Not too much, Jen. Shh… Yes. Slow." He pulled the can away, gingerly. Even if she didn't want anything, he remembered the warning at the hospital. Fluids, he knew, were very important.

While not speaking right away, Jennifer's cheeks slowly grew pink. Whether it was the drink helping her stomach or proximity to him, she was beginning to feel much better. Sighing deeply, she lifted her head, peering at Peter out of the corner of her eye.

"Jen?" He was watchful and a little worried. She wasn't writhing, but she wasn't speaking either. He definitely got the message when she reached for the can again. "More?" Without waiting for her to reply, he handed it over to her.

The chilly can very good in her hands. Eyes half closed; Jen drank down more of the soda. Slowly, just as Peter had asked. Handing the half full can back to him, she graced him with a wane smile and shakily moved to stand.

"Careful Jen!" Peter set the can on the floor and helped her get to her feet, steadying her. "How are you feeling now?"

Jennifer's smile grew, her gaze a bit unfocused - and she yawned widely. Stretching, she brought her elbows alongside her ears, taking the chance to lightly scratch her upper back. "I have to pee," she breathed; her voice very soft.

Carefully, she lowered her arms and stepped around him. Jen let out another yawn as she returned to the bathroom.

Blinking a little, Peter stooped down to pick up the can and put it back on the bedside table. He wasn't certain if the sudden illness had loosened its grip or not.

Hearing a faint knock at the front door, he got up and walked past the bathroom to see who was there. After using the peephole, he pulled the door open. "Ah… Good morning!" After so much tension, their visitor was a sight for sore eyes.

Becca offered a tentative smile. She was holding her purse and a bag that looked as if it was from some take-out place.

Peter's nose twitched, picking up a distinct smell. What is that? "Come in." He moved out of the way and locked the door after she passed him.

"I was hoping I didn't come too early." Becca offered a lopsided smile.

"No, it's fine." He sniffed again and gestured to the bag. "You might want to put that away for right now though." He had no idea how Jen's stomach would handle the smell at all.

Becca hurried into the kitchen to comply, carefully setting the entire bag on one of the shelves in the fridge and closing the door. Her brows furrowed in concern as she turned around and exited the kitchen. "Is she not feeling well?"

Before he was able to answer, Jennifer spoke up - having wandered back into the bedroom while he was distracted.

"Pete, who's at the door?" she asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she walked down the hall.

Both Peter and Becca turned toward her.

Instead of responding, Peter's mouth worked a little. When did…?

Somehow, Jenny had swapped out her night clothing for one of his shirts in the time it took for him to answer the door. When she noticed Peter's stare, she laughed lightly. "Sorry. It feels better than what I went to bed in." She offered a lopsided grin. "I should have picked this instead." The material reached down to her mid-thigh.

She looked absolutely adorable… and that was the problem. Unexpectedly, Peter felt heat blooming across his chest. What…? His pulse had quickened at the sight of her. There was certainly something to be said about sharing clothes… but they weren't a couple, right? We're just friends… He kept reminding himself.

Looking between both of them, Becca stepped back a bit.

Jennifer's eyes widened as she read his expression and realized what it looked like for her to be wearing his shirts to bed. Her cheeks and chest grew rosy. I should have picked this instead? What did I just say to him?!

Peter's ears turned red. That shirt… was what he wore when they went shopping - and when they were talking at dinner the night before. For her to wear it to bed, they…

The taller brunette suddenly felt very awkward. "Umm…" Becca blinked, as two sets of eyes turned in her direction at the same time. "Ah… should I go?"

Jennifer stood very still. Maybe if I stay here, what I just said will be forgotten? She was very comfortable with Peter, so much that she was doing things that she probably shouldn't have - and saying things that could be misunderstood. We're just friends. Remember that.

But… Her features suddenly looked sad. Why does that hurt so much?

"I think you two have some things to talk about? I… don't want to be a third wheel." Becca continued to back away, offering a wobbly smile. I did come here too early.

"You're not!" "You're not!"

Both of them exclaimed at the same time, darted a look at each other and then looked to Becca.

Nervous laughter would best describe what escaped Becca then. Her hands reflexively clenched and unclenched. She was normally very expressive with her hands, but right now - she had no idea what to do. Not only had she accidentally stepped into something, but she felt like she'd unknowingly upset one of them.

"It's fine."

"It's fine."

Again, they spoke at the same time.

Inhaling slowly and trying to calm down his racing heart, Peter chanced a look at Jennifer. "If… If my shirts make you feel better,

you can wear them."

"Oh… Oh." Jennifer nodded slowly, unaware how deeply she was breathing again. "Thanks Pete…"

"Just as long as I'm not in them at the same time." Peter quipped, unable to stop himself. Then, he paused… and chanced a look at Becca - noting her wide eyes. What made me say that?! He wanted to kick himself.

I need to get out of here. "I…" Becca just waved both hands, beginning to feel more embarrassed the longer she stood there. At least only Peter was looking at her. But Jennifer… "As I said, I can just come by later, right?"

Jen's eyes lowered. "No… It's fine, Becca." She wasn't able to reply to Peter at all right then. "Thank… thank you for stopping by."

"Sure," she grinned. "Today's my off day." Relaxing a bit, she looked at Peter. "Same for you, huh?" The question was inane, but she was trying to go for small talk.

"Oh… um." Straightening up, Peter cleared his throat. "I'll be right back." As he headed back into her bedroom, he stopped near Jennifer and dipped his head. Lowering his voice, Peter spoke directly into her ear. "Please sit down out here. I'll bring you something to eat." After that, he resumed walking to the room.

The softly spoken words made goosebumps rise on Jennifer's flesh. "Sure." She moved closer to Becca and invited her friend to sit at the dining table.

Still a bit off kilter, Becca took a seat. "You can be honest Jen." She softened her voice. "If I'm interrupting you two, I can leave."

Jennifer offered a small smile after sitting, resting a hand on her belly. "It's fine, Rebecca. Truly. We've just had an… odd morning." Leaning back in the chair, something began to occur to her. "Umm… Becca. You said it's your day off, right?"

Sticking out her tongue at Jen momentarily, Becca laughed. "Of course, silly! I'm usually off Saturdays, remember? I figured it was Peter's day off too."

Jennifer looked away for a moment. She remembered Peter mentioning that he had to work, just last night… Why was he here? Straightening up in her seat, she glanced towards her bedroom. He was on the phone with someone - that she could tell, but what was being said was anyone's guess.

Mirroring her, Rebecca became very quiet.

A few minutes later, Peter returned to the room. "Sorry about that." "Why are you here?" Jennifer asked, without preamble. There was

no need to beat around the bush.

"Jen?" Is that hostility in her voice? He wasn't sure. Her moods were so tumultuous that sometimes he was left reeling.

"It's a valid question, Peter," she sighed and looked down. "I remembered. You're supposed to be at work right now."

"Oh… I called out." Peter's eyes darted to Becca. The taller brunette looked remorseful, but of what he had no idea.

"It's okay, Jen, he didn't know my schedule." If he had, Becca was certain he would have called her.

"And you were very sick this morning." Peter added.

Jennifer rested an elbow on the table. She absolutely hated being a burden on him like this. "I… I understand."

"It was very bad Jenny," he continued. "I thought I'd have to take you to the emergency room. So, I called work to tell my boss I couldn't

come in."

Jennifer nodded absently. "What did you tell him… exactly?" She glanced to Peter and made eye contact.

It was fascinating to her how expressive the human face could be. Many things could be conveyed with one look. Unfortunately, the only expression she thought she saw in his eyes was… What is he so nervous about?

"Oh, you know… that I had to take care of someone," he looked away from her when he spoke.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but before Jennifer could say anything else, there was another knock on the door.

All three of them stared at it.

"Are you expecting anyone else?" Peter asked.

All Jennifer responded with was a blank stare. Becca's already here… who else would there be?

Clearing his throat, he returned to the door and looked through the peephole. "Huh… It's Harold." What was his coworker doing here?

"Harold?" Becca parroted, not recognizing the name.

Jen merely raised a brow in question. I've met him before. I think…

Opening the door, Peter grinned at his coworker. "Hey! What are you doing here?" Did something happen at the job site? No… Surely, his boss would have mentioned it in their call.

"Heard your missus was sick, so I brought over some things that helped my wife when she was carrying our youngest."

Jennifer's eyes widened, her pupils constricting. She had not expected that. What did he just…?

Noting her friend's expression, Becca blinked. I should have stayed home!

Peter opened and closed his mouth a moment. "Umm… Thanks Harold." He welcomed the man through the door and peered outside a moment. Is anyone else going to show up today? He'd hoped for a peaceful remainder of the day, considering how unwell Jen had been earlier. He turned around and watched Harold carefully place a bag on the dining table.

Peter closed the door but didn't lock it, expecting this to be a short visit.

"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Hammer." Harold offered a bright smile and held his hand out to shake.

Feeling numb, Jennifer extended her hand to Harold and shook. I don't understand… She returned her gaze to Peter. What did you do? Her brows pinched together suddenly. What have you told them?

Reading the irritable expression evident on Jen's face, the wallcrawler shook his head. "Oh. No, Harold. J-Jess here is not my wife."

Harold looked very confused. "Oh…" He offered an apologetic smile to Jennifer. "My apologies. When the boss said Edgar's partner was sick from the pregnancy well…" He lightly shrugged.

Not turning back to Harold, Jennifer's features tightened further. Partner?! Her lips even formed the words as they came to mind. Your partner? You told them I was pregnant?! What else had he told them?

Now… it was Peter's turn to pale.

Never mind… I should have brought popcorn. Who knew there'd be a live drama today? Becca thought, struggling to school her features… feeling amused. She'd been with them so often in just a few weeks and seen so much… They act just like an old married couple, she groused to herself.

"I'm sorry, Harold," the edge of Jennifer's budding ire was audible in her voice. "But the message was misinterpreted." She tilted her head, her gaze zeroed in on Peter.

The young man felt like he was being pinned to the wall. Don't… they normally transform when they get angry enough? That was the last thing he needed. Angry Jennifer with the added boost of a gamma packed body and surging hormones. He could even see the curl of her upper lip. She's going to snap me in half!

As soon as Jennifer stood up, Peter let out a very un-manlike

scream and backed away from her. "Come here, Edgar!" she thundered. Jennifer saw how he turned his attention to the front door. "Don't even think about it!"

Peter flinched. How did she know?

"You go out that door, and I'm going to kick you seven ways from Sundays when you get back," Jennifer growled at him. "All your things are here!"

Why is this happening?! "I'm sorry!" I knew I should have kept that part to myself! How was he supposed to know that a coworker would have shown up here to check on her?

Harold was a very nice man, but he'd never expected this!

Shaking her head, and peering over her shoulder at Harold, she noted that the older man winced in reflex. "We will be right back." Her face and chest were flushed. Redirecting her attention to Peter - who wisely chose not to move, she pointed a finger at him. "You… !"

"I'm-" he tried, before being cut off.

"No! Bedroom!" Jennifer pointed to the room. "Right now…" She inhaled shakily, her eyes beginning to moisten. "It seems that we do need to discuss a few things today." What was she really upset over? The inference he'd made… or the fact that it wasn't true?

Seeing her tear up, Peter nodded quickly. "Yes, of course." He headed back into the bedroom, followed by Jennifer. She pushed the door shut behind them.

Still seated, Becca let out a low whistle. You know… I almost feel like I'm reading this in one of those super sappy, cheesy romance novels. She rolled her eyes and set both arms on the table. Or one of those super fluffy fanfictions… But I don't know who would ever write something this ridiculous! Resting her head in her upraised hands, she sighed.

"Uhh…" Harold didn't understand what had just happened in such a short span of time, but it didn't look good for Edgar.

Looking up at him, Becca offered a small wave. "Go ahead and take a seat. You might as well."

"Maybe I should just leave?" he retorted. That seems like the best option.

"Oh no," Becca shook her head. "I can't leave and neither can you," She let out a faint laugh. "She told us she'd be back… so that means we need to stay here."

"I have to get back to work though." He'd used his lunch break to bring a few things to help the woman he thought was Edgar's pregnant wife. Now, apparently, she was his pregnant partner? Or she wasn't?

Is she even pregnant at all? he wondered further. Or is she objecting to being his partner? Both? Neither? His head was beginning to hurt a little.

"Fortunately for me, this is my day off," Becca replied with a smirk. Tilting her head then, she looked towards the bedroom door. "… They are awfully quiet for a couple arguing."

Jen's Bedroom

As soon as the door closed, Jennifer looked up at Peter, her hands balled into fists at her side.

"I'll repeat it again. I'm sorry Jenny!" Peter intentionally lowered his voice so he wouldn't make much noise. When she didn't immediately move to strangle him, he continued. "I was just…" He swallowed hard. "I was so scared, and I didn't want something bad to happen to you while I was gone."

Jennifer took a step toward him, and he backed away. Just because she hadn't lashed out yet, it didn't mean he was in the clear.

"I didn't mean to be dishonest, but it was the only way I could have gotten off today."

"But why didn't you just tell him you were caring for a good friend?" her voice was soft, and she looked sad.

Peter hesitated. He could have very well said that. Caring for ailing family and friends was understandably a reason to not go into work. Why didn't I? He wasn't certain why he didn't. Maybe it was because… I… His eyes narrowed slightly.

"What is this, Peter?" Jen asked, her voice growing husky. Startled, he looked at her, not understanding the question.

"What are we?" Jennifer's bottom lip quivered, and she looked down at her feet. She was trying to brace herself for his words. We are friends… But I wish I was much more to you.

Ever since Jen saw him in the hospital - realized he was there… that he was alive and in front of her, she'd been dealing with her feelings

for him. Fighting them, struggling and straining to not care so much.

"What are we?" Peter repeated her question. He wasn't certain how to answer her question. He felt heat building in his chest again. Splaying the fingers of one hand, he rested his hand right under his throat. He swallowed hard again. What can I say? She looked so upset. Regret was eating him alive.

With her rage evaporating, all that remained was pain. Raising her hands to her face, Jennifer began to sob softly. She didn't want to look at him, couldn't bear to deal with the rejection again. It was bad enough for Chip's father to abandon them, but being around his double made things even more complicated. More agonizing.

Stinging and feeling a heavy ache in his chest, Peter reached out and pulled her into a hug. "I'm very sorry Jen. Please calm down," he pleaded, rubbing her back. "Please." Resting his chin on her head, he held her tight, squeezing his suddenly wet eyes closed.

"You don't love me!" Jennifer mewled, tears cascading down her cheeks. "You can't!" She wanted so badly to howl out in her anguish, but her throat felt tight.

Peter stiffened. Did she just? The entire time, he thought she was upset over what he'd told his boss… and he was so distracted trying to understanding his attachment to Jen and why he acted so oafish around her.

"I understand…" Jen added, her voice cracking. She wanted to pull away from him, but she couldn't. Underneath it all, she still craved his presence… his touch. "I'm trying s-so hard not to, it's just…" She sniffled.

Peter's eyes popped wide open, suspicious moisture coating his own cheeks.

"This isn't fair to you at all," she droned on, her voice growing softer; and she sounded resigned. She loved him so much, but it wasn't right for either of them to stay together. Their sleeping situation already aggravated things. "… Maybe it's best for you to move out." She felt the hug she was on the end of tighten slightly.

Feeling a sinking sensation in his gut, Peter physically shook his head. "No." He pointedly refused. He was not going to leave her. I promised her that I wouldn't. His brows creased. Chip needed a father… and he needed her. Why have we both been so quiet about this? Meeting for lunch together, shopping, helping each other… They even shared the bathroom at the same time. We're both taking liberties with each other's bodies without thought. "I can't…"

Inhaling shakily, Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "Why not?" Her thoughts turned inward, and she bit her lip. The baby… of course. "You can still come over and help with Chip." She knew that he'd fallen in love with the baby ever since he saw her on the ultrasound. "I… I can't deny you that."

Pulling back a moment, Peter grasped her gently by her upper arms.

At seeing how red his eyes were, the muscles of Jennifer's jaw worked, but no sound escaped.

"Then why are you denying me you ?" he rasped, heartbreak bleeding through his features. "Chip comes with her mama; I can't be away from either of you." He pressed his forehead against hers. Silently begging for her to understand.

Jennifer's found herself grasping for words. "What… what do you mean?" Surely, I heard him wrong… right?

"I mean that I haven't done this the right way." Peter explained, his voice firm. His eyes looked so pained. "I want to stay with you, not just because of the baby, but because you're you."

"I don't… I…" She felt a faint roaring in her ears.

Peter laughed softly, gently wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "Jennifer Walters, you drive me absolutely insane," he replied. He placed a finger over her lips when she tried to respond. "You totally and completely derail my thoughts…"

He offered her a smile. "Yet, because of you each day is one I treasure… Every moment one that I want to savor." Eyes tracking down to her middle, he knelt and pressed his ear against her belly, his hands resting on her hips.

On reflex, Jennifer ran her fingers through his hair. She inhaled deeply, her eyes half closing. Even standing, the position was very familiar and intimate - one of the few that they both indulged in.

"I know that we didn't conceive Chip, but I want to be there. I want to be her father." Resolutely, he tightened his jaw. "In every sense of

the word."

Jennifer's eyes widened suddenly. "Peter?" The rhythmic pounding in her ears sped up, and she felt goosebumps rising all over her body.

Tilting his head back and staring up at her through mussed hair, Peter spoke - a question in his darkening eyes. "Jennifer… will you be mine?" Family. The word was a simple one, but it held so many meanings. He didn't know what the future held, but he wanted them to stay together… for the rest of their lives.

"I don't understand…" her voice was so small.

Standing and easing away from her, he moved over to her bedside table, picking up the water bottle. With his back to her, he wrestled with the bottle for a moment. Then, he set the bottle down. Turning around, he returned to her and knelt down again, holding up -

Is… that the security ring? She wasn't sure what to feel. Why did he… Wait… A split second later, her mouth dropped open. Is he prop-

"I know it's not much… I can go out later and buy you a rin-"

"I accept - I mean I-I w-will. I mean…" Jennifer stuttered, interrupted him. Quieting for a moment, she stretched out both hands to him. "Yes."

He rose to his feet, a smile in place. "C'mere." He pulled her into a hug again, an unknown weight lifting off his shoulders. "I don't know how I'll be able to get my name back here,"

Jennifer lifted her eyes to gaze into his, her pupils dilated.

"But I want to," he continued "I want to be Peter Parker who got married to Jennifer Walters… not some offshoot Edgar Hammer from no-one-knows where."

"We'll find a way." Jennifer replied, reaching up for him. Smiling wide, Peter lowered his head to meet her half way. Outside Jen's Room

"… So, great game, right?" Becca asked, full of nervous energy. How long are we supposed to wait here?

Harold looked confused. "What game?"

Lightly shrugging, she laughed. "I have no idea." Again, she chanced a glance at the bedroom. "Uhh… How long have they been in there?"

Harold shrugged. "No clue." He looked at his watch. Now he had a half hour left. "Hope they come out soon."

Shaking her head, Becca stood up. "Well, for your trouble, the least I can do is feed you. I brought take-out when I got here… but it should be enough for everyone to share."

Touched by her kindness, Harold grinned. "Thank you, but you don't have to." Though it would help with the lunch part of being on my lunch break. How was he going to explain all of this to his wife?

Waving his words away, Becca smiled back. "You're right, but I want to." She'd taken it into consideration… Peter really wasn't that bad of a guy. Misguided though. Definitely.

I wonder if Jen is trying to stash his dead body in there. Though unbidden, the thought was dismissed. Nah. No way would she be able to do that without help. "Anyone who is friends with Edgar is A- Okay in my book!"

From memory, Becca located plates and loaded them up with some of the food she'd stashed in the fridge. She'd discovered a fantastic Thai place and just had to share her find. "Any nut allergies by chance?" she asked quickly. It wasn't good to accidentally harm someone the first day you meet them.

"Oh… nope. I can eat anything."

"Great!" As she heated up their respective plates, Becca peered down the hall that led to Jennifer's room. They are way too quiet.

As the microwave dinged, she returned to the kitchen and removed Harold's plate. "I love this one!" she explained as she stepped out of the kitchen and placed the plate in front of Harold. "They have eggs and peanuts and the sauce is soo creamy!" She retrieved utensils for him and went to heat up her own plate.

The bedroom door opened, and Jennifer stepped out. She was closely followed by Peter. He was hovering over her more than usual. They both had a rosy flush to their faces.

"They're back!" Harold called over to Becca. He waved to both of them.

Peter smiled in return.

Becca peeked around the corner. "Oh hey!" On first glance, she noticed that neither of them were bloodied or bruised. "You're just in time for lunch!"

"Yeah!" Harold agreed, showing them his plate. "These eggs are really good!"

Jennifer blinked rapidly in reaction. She wasn't certain if it was the sight of scrambled eggs or the smell that filled her apartment, but her earlier nausea returned with a vengeance.

Clapping both hands over her mouth, she heaved uncontrollably. Feeling fluid seeping between her fingers and down her chin, Jen darted into the bathroom.

Peter stood there for a moment, but was spurred into action at the sound of her gagging and violently retching. Ahh… now she can bring it up. "We'll be back again." He followed her into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

Becca winced. She hadn't meant to cause that. She chanced a glance at Harold. His raised brows spoke volumes. "I suppose we should just finish up here and leav-"

Even through the closed door, they could hear Jennifer vomiting. Grimacing, Harold nodded. "That's a fantastic idea."

They continued their meal in relative silence, both wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. After they were done, they called their respective 'Goodbye's to the bathroom and left, pulling the front door closed behind themselves.

Main Universe - Echo's Laboratory - Evening

Inhaling slowly, the tall, thin man leaned back in his chair. He was sitting in front of the main computer and didn't know what he was even doing there. After Ashley had… disconnected, he had worked - in vain it seemed - to retrieve her.

What is our consciousness? Just bits of blobs of data? He was so tired, even more fatigued then when he had rush projects. How can we be replaced? If something happens or goes wrong… He very well knew the devastation brought by diseases that attacked the brain. It was a nightmare for the victim and their family.

To him… the human mind was an organic computer.

It was the one thing he had absolutely no idea how to replicate. Organs were usually not difficult. Hearts, livers, lungs, kidneys and ears were all easily replaceable.

The brain was different. Once that was gone… that was it.

Rising out of his chair, he folded his arms and stared at a series of zeros and ones on the right side of the monitor.

Even the greatest machines… the greatest minds, none of them were able to replicate the power of the human mind. It was a perfectly built, but flawed machine. So many things could cause problems for it, yet it could adapt in ways that he could not begin to imagine.

"But flawed or not, it's still more advanced than anything I can ever hope to build." Would his efforts ever be worth it? Even if he did his best, he would fall very short. It was like reaching for the moon.

He'd done that often as a child. He enjoyed studying the stars. They were so beautiful, but so far away. When he was young, he had no idea just how far away they were - their composition, nor could he ever understand the dynamic energy that powered them. Stars were born and stars would die, but in their lifetime, his existence was a mere speck in time.

"This is pointless." Planting his hands on his desk and leaning forward, he heaved out a sigh. Searching for the memory engrams that belonged to Ashley was proving to be fruitless. He'd be more fortunate to find a yellow painted needle amongst a barn full of hay. "I should stop." He lifted a hand to touch the keyboard and paused.

Lowering his head, he inhaled slowly. No… not yet.

He would search… if just for a little bit longer. And once he was sure that she was truly gone, he would rebuild. He would start over. And he would never build an artificial brain like hers ever again. The last thing I need is for this to happen again. The pain of what he'd experienced haunted him… He didn't know if he would ever recover from it.

Ashley… he thought, remembering of how expressive her face was. She was just parts…

But she was so much more than that to him. It hurt.

So much. His eyes welled up with tears, bottom lip trembling. Looking at his hands, he took a moment… rubbing the back of his neck. He sniffed loudly a few times and wiped his eyes.

Returning to his seat, Echo returned to his work. He had an order coming up soon, and he was working on both projects at the same time.

Pursing his lips, he lifted his pen and resumed working on his notes as well.

Sometimes… He thought. There are things worth fighting for. But I don't know what those even are right now.

Parallel Worlds - Parallel Lives (Alternate Universe) Jen's Apartment

Saturday - Evening

"What are you thinking?" Peter asked. He was sprawled out on the couch, the remote hanging loosely from his fingers.

Jennifer rubbed her eyes. She was in front of Peter on the couch, resting against his chest.

At his question, she fought hard to suppress a yawn. "Nothing much…" she replied. His hand was draped over her abdomen, and she was playing with his fingers. "Wondering how we got here," her voice was subdued. She wasn't even certain that she was awake at present. If this is a dream… she thought with a small smile. It's a wonderful one.

"Oh. I can explain that one," Peter responded, tracing circles on her belly. "See, after we left the bathroom, we saw that no one was left in here." He felt the movement when Jennifer tilted her head back a bit to look at him. "So, I made sure to lock the door. Then you said you were hungry, after feeling sick all day…"

"Parker…" Jennifer spoke in a warning tone, narrowing her eyes. Where is he going with this?

"And while I was arranging a few things to make you something, you dove into the fridge and tore into all of the leftovers that Rebecca left."

Jennifer shifted at that, feeling her face warming in answer.

"After the fact - mind you - that you had forcibly ejected the entire contents of your stomach because of the aroma of that food."

Jennifer bit her bottom lip. "I know…"

"Then you left me with nothing but a scoop of rice," He ran his fingers over her swollen stomach again. "I have no idea where you put all of it." Amusement was audible in his voice.

The blush began to spread. "Sorry Pete."

"And I still ended up fixing something else just in case. Then, we came out here to watch a bit of TV while you stretch out like a boa constrictor, trying to digest the latest massive meal you've caught."

"Mister Parker…" Jennifer began, staring up at him with a wide smile. It was true that she was currently sporting a very full stomach, having consumed enough for two grown men. Still…

"Yes, Jenny?" He returned her smile.

"Do you like the couch?" she asked, sweetly.

Deciding to play along, Peter reached up and tweaked her nose. "Sure do. It's super comfy." He barely held in a laugh at the look he received.

She froze, unsure what to say, her mouth open. After a moment, Jennifer closed her gaping mouth with an audible click. "Well…" she conceded. "It is comfortable, yes."

"Ummhmm." he replied, resting his hand on her belly again and rubbing. "Nice and soft too."

What he meant hit a split second later, and she blushed. "Oh, hush webhead!" Jennifer yelped, then laughed out loud. Both of them returned their attention to the program on the screen.

Kearney Regional Airport Sunday - Midnight

A lone figure with thick gray hair made his way through the airport, dragging a single piece of luggage, having just disembarked from the plane. There were few people there, as many preferred to travel in the daytime. Day or night, it didn't matter to him. He'd do whatever he could for his daughter.

And… his grandchild.

He checked his watch and then pulled his phone from a breast pocket. His suit was as impeccable as ever. Dialing a number, he waited a moment.

Sure enough, it was picked up quickly.

"Robert," he spoke, a faint smile in place. "I've landed, are you here?"

"I'm right outside, Uncle."

Sure enough, the older man found Bruce standing outside in front of a car with darkened windows. His eyes narrowed a bit. It looked like some sort of sedan. "Our transportation?"

Smiling, Bruce nodded. "Yes. I'll drive us." He'd fortunately found a place not too far from his cousin's apartment to crash. Any questions that he'd been asked about his identity and why he was there vanished as soon as he flashed cash. People are so shallow. Still, he was paid well to in essence - stalk - his cousin.

The two men were silent the entire drive.

His eyes on the road outside, Morris Walters wondered where things had gone wrong. In the last few years, he'd seen many things, especially with Jen. Things that his wife would have never expected to ever see. We had such a normal life. Sadly, he looked out the window. If not for that accident - What would you be doing, Jennifer? Frowning, he leaned back in his seat.

Bruce stared at his hands, tightly gripping the steering wheel. He was uncomfortable with what they were doing. He had no idea how Jennifer would react when she saw them. As kids, they'd spent so much time together. Once they were nearly joined at the hip. Looking back at the paths their lives had taken… he wasn't sure what to say.

Are you happy Jen? His features were pinched. Were you sad when you left? How was he to know how she'd felt? Ever since he'd undergone his transformation, their relationship had gained another layer. Then… she had nearly died. He didn't regret saving her life that day… he just wished his curse hadn't been passed on. There was no need to dwell on it now. Soon, they'd have plenty of time to catch up.

Gritting his teeth, he put a little more pressure on the gas. If his uncle objected, the older man wasn't saying anything.

Morris had grown more withdrawn the longer they searched. Now that they had found her… why didn't he seem happy?

Jennifer's Apartment - Early Morning

Yawning, Peter stretched, thankfully not having any cramping in his muscles. He was once again on the couch, having opted to not share the bed for the time being. Even that decision was a struggle. However, since he really loved Jennifer, he wanted to make sure he didn't send the wrong message.

He promised to court her, and that meant separate sleeping quarters. I hope she knows I don't just want her for sex. A wrinkle appeared in his forehead as he thought of it. And that's why we have to sleep apart.

So, there could be no doubt. But…

That bed felt better than this thing. Had he grown since he'd slept on it last? Some of his limbs were hanging off it. Climbing off the couch, he picked up his phone from the coffee table and unplugged it.

6:08AM was visible in large numbers on the screen. Groaning, he shook his head. He'd slept through his alarm. I have to be in at 7… Sighing, he made a beeline for Jen's room to get some clothes.

Freezing cold shower… it is. He didn't have time for the water to heat up. Twenty minutes later, he was pushing a very reluctant Jennifer into the dining area for a quick breakfast.

"Couldn't I have slept longer?" She asked, her words trailing off as she tried to stifle a yawn.

Peter light shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose… but I wanted to eat with you before I left." He offered her an apologetic smile.

Unable to resist smiling in return, Jennifer nodded faintly. "Tomorrow, please let me sleep longer." She was so tired that she was almost face-first in her oatmeal right after sitting down.

Frowning, Peter sighed. He schooled his features when she leaned away from the food and glanced at him. "Sure." Now that he thought about it, it was a bit selfish of him to wake her up early like that. "Go ahead and finish your breakfast. I'll lock up when I leave."

Pushing the bowl away, Jennifer rested her arms and head on the table. She let out a long, weary sigh and quickly fell asleep within minutes.

Both brows shot up in surprise, but he didn't try to wake her up again. Her body was already going through enough without him upsetting everything. He scooped up her bowl and put it in the fridge. Finishing his own food, he hurried out the door.

Elsewhere - 8am

Running the back of his hand over his forehead, Peter flicked some of the sweat away. The boss hadn't been joking when he claimed they had a big project to complete. Due to his absence, the work was now behind. This makes no sense. His forearm was already covered with splashes of paint.

I'm not the only worker here!

He had no complaints about working there, but he needed more than money now. Regaining his identity would prove to be an arduous journey, and trying to figure out how to navigate it on his own… it was troublesome. He should have asked Jennifer to help. Even though she wasn't currently in practice, her license was still valid and up to date.

But… He frowned.

She has far too much to handle as it is…

The previous night, they eventually ended up discussing what she planned to do with her former employer. Instead of any explanations, she merely smiled widely. There was something about the twist to her lips and how she held herself that told him… Her former boss was in trouble. Serious trouble.

Even though she appeared small and fragile, she could be ruthless in the courtroom.

Of course, Peter could say the same for himself. If he had never taken up work on the Knotts farm, his physique would have been different. As Spider-Man, he was strong, but the skills he had to utilize helping that family caused him to toughen up areas that never got attention in a conventional gym.

Applying more paint to his roller, he resumed work. Soon… He half smiled. He wanted to head home for his break, but considering the distance… he would have to satisfy himself with a phone call.

Jennifer's Apartment - Afternoon

Grunting a bit, Jennifer pulled her glasses off and rubbed her forehead. She was sitting at the dining table, writing down notes onto a large legal pad. I miss having a computer. Or any technology aside from her phone. Starting back from the bottom wasn't easy, and when she left, her computer was left behind as well. Fortunately, all she used it for was compiling information together for cases.

Her phone on the other hand… She used it for everything. Changing her number had been difficult.

So much of her life was tied to who she was, who she knew and her reputation.

Maybe I shouldn't have made such an abrupt break… In hindsight, she should have let her family know she was leaving. At the time though, she hadn't seen much choice.

Being Spider-Man's girlfriend seemed like a good idea at the time. They were nearly inseparable - even though they seemed to do very little outside their respective bedrooms. The relationship hadn't started like that. She never knew that Peter could have been so inconsiderate and selfish… until she was too far in.

She was getting sloppy on missions and having problems keeping up with her teammates. Constantly being preoccupied shouldn't have been an excuse, but there wasn't much she could focus on aside from when she'd meet him next.

Sometimes they argued. When they didn't get along, Peter would cut off all communication until she turned to him and accepted responsibility. Even if she wasn't to blame, she was willing to accept it to keep the peace with him. He never apologized, never took the fall himself. He was arrogant, conceited, and rude.

But…

Getting back together was always explosive… Her cheeks flushed faintly. Most of their meetings involved them tearing each other's clothes off. There were few words spoken between them at the time; they didn't need to. Instead, they would let their bodies talk.

It was exhausting dealing with him. Not only was she beginning to slip up on the field, but she was making mistakes on her cases too. Being unable to transform had been the first indicator that something was wrong. Attempting to caused excruciating pain throughout her body. She'd called in a favor with her friend Reed - who did a full body scan. She was scared, hoping that the blood infection she had barely survived hadn't come back in a nastier form.

Instead of a debilitating disease that threatened to tear her body apart again, she received completely different news. She remembered her quip to him back then.

So, I'm not dying then?" The question had been so incredibly stupid, but she was scared… and wisecracks were what she fell back on.

Aside from her, he was the only other person who knew at the time. She'd made him swear to silence, even though he indicated that her information was private regardless. He couldn't communicate her situation to anyone but her alone.

Then, there were additional threats pouring in from other super- charged villains. As Jennifer, she couldn't do anything. For the first time in her life, she was terrified. It wasn't a temporary problem with becoming the She-Hulk. No… that would have been easily rectified.

The very fact that she was pregnant prevented her body from cooperating with her. She was sternly warned to not attempt to change again. The pain she experienced was due to various nerves firing all at once… from her brainstem to her lower lumbar spine. It was a warning. There was an electrical storm going on inside her head because of the baby and there was no treatment.

The wrong surge of energy could damage her heart or kill her… and she didn't want that.

She'd run to Peter then, tried to explain to him. She needed his help. Instead of the safety and comfort she hoped for, he'd laughed in her face… denied having any obligation to her and left. Later phone calls with him were turbulent, with him suggesting that she just eliminate the cause of the problem.

That had severed their ties after that. She was certain that had been his goal the entire time.

What was I to him? She was very unfortunate in love - had encountered far too many men who only wanted her for her body… but she'd never had a souvenir of it until now. Jen had never felt so defeated, either. He'd worn down her self-confidence with his snide comments over the year they dated.

She had hoped he would be different than the others, had let him into her heart and bed… and this was the result.

There was no choice but to leave. She had to get out of the state before her enemies found out she was in a weakened state.

And now, I'm here… Jennifer at the moment was unsure if the current situation was better or worse in comparison. She had support now, but no additional sources of income. Or insurance. She knew that it was less likely she'd be hired the further along she became.

No. She bit her lip, thinking. Nothing was worse than being alone with just me and Chip. There was a real possibility that she would have lost her job regardless of Peter's presence in her life.

What were credentials these days? Harvard… UCLA… She scowled. Two colleges… two… and it would be a waste to mention either on her resume. She was a very well-educated woman, but unable to safely obtain a job.

And too foolhardy to avoid useless men!

Grumbling in disgust, she picked up the phone and began to dial a number. Good thing that I have all of this free time now. Her expression darkened as she first attempted to reach the CEO of Applebee's. When that was unsuccessful, she began to slowly go down the line.

It didn't take too long, an hour at the most - and she had managed to get information on the head of the HR department. Along with the number. Thanking the person she spoke with on the phone, she hung up the call and set her pen down. Leaning back in the chair, she tried to relax a little.

The fingers of her left hand were splayed out over her belly, a 'cleaned up' version of the security ring on her finger. It was so unexpected, goofy and completely like Pete. A faint smile crossed her lips as she thought of him. He and her ex were completely different men, no matter the physical similarities.

It made her feel good, to know that he wanted more than just friendship. He wanted to be a father too. What else is different about them, I wonder… Her lips pursed faintly in thought.

Her cell phone rang, breaking her reverie. Glancing to the caller ID, a broad smile stretched across her mouth, and she quickly picked up. "Hello?"

Hello, sweetheart." Peter replied. He was sitting at a Soup'N'Sandwich shop with Harold for their hour-long break. He knew that the older man was giving him funny looks. He didn't blame him. No one yet knew of the engagement.

"Had some time off?" Jennifer asked, pushing back from the table. Thinking about his lunchbreak had reminded her to eat. She scrounged around inside the fridge.

Yes." He was silent for a moment. After a week of being able to see her in person at her workplace, it was odd to use the phone. True, it was far better than the pager, but nothing beat seeing her face to face.

Hearing a hitch in his voice, Jennifer pulled herself out of the fridge. She was grasping a Tupperware container of potato salad and a massive premade salad. Holding the phone in the crook of her neck, she broke the silence. "Everything okay over there, Pete?"

Sorry." Peter laughed softly. "It's just very strange."

Frowning, Jennifer placed the bowls on the counter and grabbed the mobile with her hand. "What do you mean?" I hope the fumes from the paint aren't getting to him… They were outdoors when they worked as far as she knew, but…

I just miss you." Peter took another bite of his fried veggie sandwich. "I'm not used to not seeing you."

Jennifer quieted at his words. Then, she smiled. Placing her phone on the counter, she pulled the call up on speaker. "Yeah… I miss you too, Pete." Pulling out a large cereal bowl from the cabinet directly over the counter, she fished a serving spoon out of one of the drawers. Their routine had changed twice already.

Even though he hadn't been there long, his presence had been welcome. His absence from the apartment bothered her.

Peter released a soft sigh. "We've got to visit that burger place again soon."

The response coming from her end was a faint hum.

His brows knit together in confusion. "Jen-Err… Jess?" Peter shot a look to Harold to see if the older man had noticed the slip. He was completely occupied with his food. I need to finish up too. "I'll see you soon! Don't forget to eat!"

"Soore. Shee joo jem!" Jen replied, her mouth full of potato salad. Instead of spooning out a serving into the bowl, she'd decided to use the serving spoon to eat directly out of the tub. Another bite from the container elicited a deep moan from her.

Peter's eyes widened, not sure what he was hearing. Umm…

When Jen spoke next, her voice had deepened considerably. "Later, Pete," She loudly sucked some of the potato salad off her fingers as she went to hang up. "Mmm!"

Pulling the phone away from his ear as the call ended, Peter struggled to keep a straight face. I can't… what was she doing? He lightly shook his head, fighting the urge to laugh.

"Everything okay at home?" The older man finally asked. Harold felt terrible, especially if he'd caused his friend problems at home.

Peter looked up after composing his features and nodded. "Just checking in." A faint smile graced his lips. "Making sure she's okay." Despite his words, he soon looked pensive.

Cracking a smile and standing, Harold reached across the table and clapped a hand on Peter's right shoulder. "Don't worry," he advised. "If there's a problem with her or the baby, she'll let you know." He felt the tense muscle slacken under his hand. That must have been it.

"I can't help but be worried." Wiping his mouth off, he clasped his left hand over Harold's. "Thanks." He seemed significantly relieved, the furrow between his brows easing.

"No problem."

Both men cleaned up the table and headed back to work. Outside Jen's Apartment Building - 5pm

Rubbing the back of her neck, Becca quietly walked up the steps to the apartment building, unaware that she was being watched.

Bruce narrowed his eyes when he saw her. We'll have to be fast.

"Who is that?" Morris asked, sotto voce. He was hiding out of plain view of the building.

Instead of replying, Bruce curled a finger, as if beckoning him. Both men quietly followed her up the stairs, catching the door as it swung behind her.

Becca hummed faintly, smiling. Talking to her friend on the phone wasn't enough, so she promised to visit in person. She remembered at work that Jen always seemed stressed, or sad… or both. She hadn't been taking care of herself. If she'd never passed out… Becca turned the thought over. None of this would have happened.

The reasoning behind Jen's firing was flimsy at best and deep down sickened her. Not wanting to bother her already emotional friend, she hadn't asked any additional questions. If Edgar - I mean Peter… If Peter wasn't here…

Everything would have been much worse.

Reaching Jen's door, she knocked. When the door opened, she grinned widely and waved. "Hey girl!"

Instead of the greeting Becca might have expected, Jennifer's eyes widened, and she paled.

"Jen?" Becca questioned, her smile dropping almost immediately.

"Dad…" Jennifer murmured, easily recognizing the older man standing behind her friend. Her eyes were very wide as she took in his solemn expression.

Unaware, Becca slowly turned to peek over her shoulder and shrieked. Where did they come from?!

Irritably, Morris pushed past the young woman and stepped into Jen's apartment. He was instantly on alert. In fact, he was on a hair- trigger ever since landing.

Stepping back from him, Jennifer folded her arms over her belly. No… She swallowed hard. How did he find me? She shivered.

Another thought trickled in then. Pete! Where's Peter?!

Planting his hands on his hips, he leveled a stare on his daughter. "Jennifer Sue Walters…" he began. "Explain yourself."

Instead of responding, Jennifer turned her face away from him. She felt rooted to the spot. Her heart had already begun to pound, anxiety tearing through her.

"Jennifer!" the note of authority in his voice was one that his daughter knew well.

Jennifer's eyes began to water, and she bit her bottom lip, hard. She refused to make a sound, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She pointedly avoided looking at him at all.

"Easy Uncle!" Bruce pipped up. "You're scaring her!" The mortification he felt now was almost overwhelming. I should have never agreed to do this!

Grinding his teeth, Morris listened and took a closer look at his daughter. She… Why does she look like that? Had he truly frightened her? He'd been so absorbed in how fearful he was of her life being in danger… but as soon as he found her had fallen back on old habits. "Jennifer…" he whispered, seeing just how wrong this all looked.

Hearing Bruce's voice was jarring to Jen's senses. Feeling numb, she turned to face her cousin. The guilty expression he held told her all she needed to know.

You! Her mouth opened, lips quivering. "Why?" Why did you look for me… Find me? Why would you hurt me? How long did you know? Why didn't you warn me? She wanted to verbalize all of this, but wasn't able to. Then she sobbed openly, tears tracking down her cheeks.

Bruce recoiled as if struck. There was so much misery visible in her face. This is all my fault…

Watching the entire scene unfold outside the apartment door, Becca had already dialed Peter and was waiting for him to pick up.

Hey, what's up?" He was in line at a grocery store to buy some ingredients for dinner.

Lowering her voice to a whisper, she spoke with urgency. "Where are you? You need to get back home!"

Terror was easily transferred through the phone line. Peter's hold on his cell tightened, his heart beginning to race. "What's wrong?" He was already leaving the line, dropping the full cart on the linoleum floor and racing toward the exit doors.

"Get here!" Becca begged, her voice cracking. "Please!" The call suddenly went dead and she looked at her screen, the fear ratcheting up several notches.

Quickly turning her attention back to the open door, she saw red. Jennifer was almost hysterical. She didn't know who these two men were, but she was going to defend her friend. "Hey!" She yelled to get their attention. When both men turned to her, she held up her phone. "I'm recording!"

Her cheeks were flushed as she continued. "Explain yourselves, or I'm calling the police!"

That got their attention and both of them turned to face her.

Nerves began to rear their ugly head and Becca had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What now?

Elsewhere

Peter was currently scaling the wall of a building no less than a mile away from the apartment. His shirt was gone. In an alley, he'd ripped the material to create a makeshift eye mask, not worried about it being tidy. Quickly, he emerged with his identity partially concealed. Somewhere between Becca's call and him leaving the building, he'd dropped his phone.

It didn't matter.

All that mattered was that he got to Jen. He could hear the commotion below, as people took notice of the fact that some random man was climbing the side of a building as if it was nothing.

This was the best way.

He fared better running and jumping over rooftops than running on the sidewalk. The crush of people out there made his tension skyrocket.

He began to run once on the roof, shoving off the hard surface and propelling himself forward. He was able to easily land on the first building of the next block and performed a rolling tuck on one particularly rough landing.

Sweat pouring off his face and body, he forced himself to move even faster, hurtling himself as quickly as he could back to Jen. Grinding his teeth together, he reached the roof of a building across the street from the apartment. Feeling his muscles coil under his skin, he braced himself with his hands and feet and thrusted with all his strength . With that much force, he cleared the street, along with four full lanes of cross traffic.

His landing was brutal . The wallcrawler slid partly across the stones on the roof, their sharp edges cutting into his back. Scrambling to his feet, he ran toward the door that led into the apartment building below, Peter pulled against the chain holding the door shut.

He noticed nothing… not the smell of copper or the pain of the chain as it broke and partly cut his hand.

Abandoning his makeshift 'mask,' he barreled down the stairwell, almost losing his balance twice.

Finally, he slammed the door open on their floor much to the alarm of Becca and the two men who had exited the apartment.

One of Becca's eyes twitched. I just spoke with him… Had it even been six minutes ago?

Breathing heavily, his chest heaving, Peter straightened up to his full height and walked directly up to both men. His eyes narrowed at their corresponding glares. He heard Jennifer crying inside, and they were both blocking his path. He squared his jaw.

"What are you-" Morris began, only to be cut off by Peter.

"Move!" his tone afforded no argument. "Before I make you move." That wasn't how Becca was used to seeing him behave.

The underlying threat in Peter's voice wasn't one that Bruce would ignore. He moved to more effectively block the door. "Watch your words," he warned.

Now Peter's hackles rose. Done with both of them and desperate to get to Jen, Peter rushed Bruce, trying to shove him out of the way.

Bruce met his challenge and both men began wrestling on the hard linoleum floor. Unable to untangle himself from Peter, Bruce began to growl. His eyes started to glow faintly.

The scramble of their bodies intensified, as Peter fully gave into whatever strength he had from the additional adrenaline pumping through his body. He lost his grip for a moment and was rewarded with an elbow to the face. Resilient to the core, Peter continued to grapple.

"No! Stop it!" Jennifer was horrified, seeing her cousin and… her… "Bruce, Dad… both of you! Stop it!" She was angry now. "Stop it right

now!"

Suddenly, Bruce's eyes began to radiate a vibrant shade of green.

Peter's spider senses started going haywire, acknowledging the real threat he was dealing with now.

Knowing what was coming next, Jennifer ran into the kitchen and retrieved her frying pan.

She quickly rushed out of the apartment. "Peter! Move!"

Barely understanding her words, Peter still complied and dropped to the floor. His reflexes came in handy.

Time stood still as Jennifer tensed up her muscles and swung. The vibration from impact was intense, radiating up her arms.

Emitting a choked groan, Bruce collapsed to the floor, out cold.

Shaking and pale, Becca was across the hall, unfortunately having a front row seat to the fight. She snuck a glance at the older man.

To his credit, Morris looked sickened. This was all going so wrong! Bruce should not have aggravated this encounter. He knew that some culpability belonged to him. His actions had led to this. He just had no idea that his nephew would be so foolish!

Peter rose to his feet. The floor was smeared with a streak of blood, and his left eye was a bit puffy. He had a trickle of blood in the right corner of his mouth from a split lip.

He was worn, and his injuries both ached and stung. Still, he was swift to put his body between Jennifer and her father. This only garnered him an incredulous stare from the older man.

"I'm not going to hurt her." Morris raised both hands as he spoke, trying to diffuse the situation. He wasn't foolish enough to challenge this young man. He'd already seen him nearly wipe the floor with Bruce.

"Funny," Peter replied. He kept the older man in his sights. "It didn't seem like that to me."

Jennifer remained quiet, peeking from behind Peter. Her eyes were reddish from crying. With his solid body in front of her, she felt calmer… but his injuries… Jennifer could see the damage he sustained to his back. For me… Her eyes grew moist again, but for a different reason.

"She's my daughter. I would never hurt her," Morris averted his eyes. "Or my grandchild."

Jennifer sucked in a quick breath. He knows. She saw Peter's muscles flex under the skin, as if he was bracing himself while he absorbed what he'd heard. Then… gradually he allowed his muscles to relax.

"Daughter?" Peter queried. He eased his stance. "What are you doing here?"

"… Can we discuss this inside?" The older man asked, both sounding and feeling weary. He lifted his head, hearing the faint sound of sirens.

Pausing to consider it, Peter sighed and nodded. "But he stays out here." He motioned to Bruce. Then he waved Becca over. "Glad you were here…" he acknowledged. "Thank you so much." Once both women were inside the apartment, Peter turned around and followed them.

It was then that Morris saw the extent of damage to the young man's back. What on earth happened to him? With the sounds of sirens growing closer, he stepped around his nephew and went into the apartment. "You brought this on yourself," he muttered under his breath, closing the door behind them.

Peter remained standing, still using himself as a barrier between Jen and her father.

Jennifer had taken a seat on the couch, but now she was rubbing her belly with a bit of a grimace on her face.

Noticing, Becca rested a hand on Jen's shoulder. "What's hurting?"

Peter forgot he was supposed to be on guard. Turning around, he bounded right over to the sofa. "Is it Chip, Jenny?" he asked, his eyes were wide.

Shaking her head, Jennifer let out a measured breath. "No. It's my muscles." I think. She couldn't hide how nervous she felt. She saw her father walking over, but didn't have the energy to deal with him too.

"Stay calm, Jen." Morris murmured after perching on the arm of the sofa, gently rubbing her shoulder. "Easy."

Bewildered, Jennifer glanced to her father but obeyed… trying to keep her breathing even.

Peter was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. After a quick peek, he yanked the door open.

"Sir," a male paramedic spoke, two of his partners evaluating Bruce. "We were called out because of reports of a fight," By looking at Peter, he knew the taller man was the other involved party. "We're here to assess injuries."

Quickly, Peter moved out of the way. "Yes, come in." Instead of having his own injuries seen to, he led the paramedic to where Jen was sitting. "Please look at her."

The paramedic could easily see that Peter was wounded. "Sir, your injuries ar-"

"I don't care." Peter interrupted him. "She's pregnant and hurting. Please check."

At those words, the paramedic called out for one of his partners to come help him. They worked quickly, unloading their equipment.

Morris stepped out of the way to give them room.

Peter backed away, worried. He ran his fingers through his hair, fidgeting. He hated this feeling. I worked so hard to get here… His shoulders sagged. And she still was hurt.

Peter glanced over, seeing one of the technicians was using a strange-looking stethoscope on Jennifer's belly.

The tech was careful to control his expression, not wanting to alarm anyone there.

Completing the examination a few minutes later, the first medic removed the earpieces and looked over his shoulder. "We should head to the hospital. There's better equipment there."

Feeling as if he would lose consciousness, Peter staggered back and choked out a question. "What… what's wrong?"

Quickly, the paramedic rushed to explain. "It's just for observation." He offered a reassuring smile. "I couldn't hear anything on examination, but that doesn't mean there's a problem." He looked to Jennifer, noting her pale features. "So early on, it can sometimes be hard to hear babies with just the fetoscope."

"Really?" she asked quietly, relief filling her at the paramedic's affirmative nod.

"I'm… going with her." Peter stated.

The two paramedics agreed. "Sure," the first one stated. "You can ride in the ambulance with her."

The wallcrawler needed medical attention too, and this way they were guaranteed to get him treated. It wasn't hard for anyone to figure out where the blood outside came from.

"What about me?" Morris asked, interrupting them. "I'm her father."

Tenderly, Peter helped Jennifer stand. Hearing her father's words, he narrowed his eyes. Making eye-contact with the older man, he spoke. "And I'm the baby's father."

After speaking, both Jennifer and Peter were ushered out of the apartment where a stretcher was already waiting, leaving Morris and Becca there.

Becca snorted, trying to hold back her laughter. The older man folded his arms. Checkmate. Room 334 - 10pm

Peter sat in a chair next to Jennifer's bed, watching her sleep. He had protested being put in a separate room and got up to find her. In the process, he tore open some of the stitches in his back and started bleeding, much to the horror of the intern still holding the needle.

As a concession and a way to prevent him from doing that again, Peter was allowed to sit in her room while a nurse came to help restitch his back.

Jenny had been right. In the process of helping him, she'd ended up straining a muscle in her abdomen. Peter nearly sagged with relief after finding out. Now, both of them would be there overnight for observation.

The couple had their dinner in her room, and shortly afterwards she was asleep.

Her father had come in to see how she was doing, but Peter had warned him that she was asleep. Both men spoke outside the room and Morris agreed to return to see how both of them were doing the next day.

Carefully, Peter climbed into the bed behind her - taking care not to bust his stitches again. He wrapped his arms around her protectively. Resting his head on her pillow, he inhaled slowly, smiling.

Right before falling asleep, he remembered that he had lost his phone… and had no way to reach his boss. I'll deal with it in the morning…

To Be Continued…

Prewritten Author's Note: I'm so sorry. I couldn't resist… ! I was so excited about finishing the last chapter that I immediately began writing this one. I ran into so much that inspired me. I had to start. For my own sanity.

To anyone who asks: I never know what will happen in my chapters before I write them. And I find out right in that moment. All I know beforehand are the bullet points I have for topics to hit.

Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from or what even happened to cause it. I forgot 2 of the 3 things that inspired me until I got to this point. Then, I realized I couldn't keep writing. My body refused.

I hope you all enjoy the read. There's quite a bit that I didn't expect to be in the chapter.

And can we all say a great big thank you to "Harold"?! Without him, certain things would not have happened. I love fourth wall busting too, don't you?

Sidenote: I'm still working on the ending chapters and building their frameworks. When does it end? You'll have to keep reading to find

out.

See you next chapter!

J. Lyst

Author Note Additions: I was so excited to get this story edited. Did it by hand… and realized that I had edited the wrong version. In MS Word, this document is 50 pages long, but I was working on a 44- page chapter. The older version. Oops. Revised to clean up some words, use better verbiage and to keep it in line with the other chapters.

Consistency is key. I hope I'm accomplishing that. The date for this revision is December 11, 2023.