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Peter’s day was shit to begin with. He woke up late, and almost as soon as he did finally wake up, he rushed himself to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet. So, to wash of the feeling one can only describe as ‘ew’ off of him, he took a shower.
All he wanted to do was sit with Tony and cry, he couldn’t explain why he wanted to cry, but he just wanted to, because it would make him feel better. Though, he didn’t want to bother his boyfriend, so instead, he cried in the shower.
I mean, he had just felt bad so bad recently. He assumed he was getting sick, because for the past month he just felt kind of icky sometimes, but it was bipolar. Sometimes, it didn’t bother him, but sometimes he just felt like sitting with Tony and not doing anything else.
After a very good cry, he still felt shitty (which didn’t usually happen) something about today was just making Peter want to jump off Stark Tower. He dried himself off and sat on the bed, which he and Tony shared, but Tony was absent from now. He had his towel wrapped around his waist.
He couldn’t will himself to put on jeans. So, he just stared at the outfit he had planned the night before and shook his head. He was wearing joggers with a hoodie today and he didn’t give a shit. He begrudgingly stripped himself of his towel, then put on the black joggers with a maroon MIT hoodie, which belonged to Tony.
After putting on some basic ass converse, Peter dragged himself out of their room and plopped himself down next to Tony, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone while the TV droned on in the background.
Tony titled down his phone and looked over at Peter with one eyebrow raised. “You good, kid?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“No,” He said shortly, worming his way over to get closer to Tony. “I can’t do it,”
Tony let out a small laugh. “Do what?”
Peter just shrugged and rested his head against Tony’s thigh. Tony chuckled. “Why don’t you just play hookie?” The older man suggested, his hand finding its way in Pete’s hair.
Peter sighed, the suggestion tempting, but he shook his head. “I can’t, Ned and MJ will be mad at me because in seventh, a special guest is coming to talk to us, and if I’m not their, they’ll blame me for why it sucked,”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Tony said, not able to understand the way Peter’s two friends thought process worked.
“I know,” Pete sighed.
Peter arrived at school ten minutes before the bell rang, which was fine or whatever, but Flash also happened to be waiting by the door, and no one else was around, which meant when Flash shot a punch to his face, no one was there to react, so Flash proceeded to grab the back of his bag and pull, resulted in something not exactly enjoyable.
Finally, once the bell rang, Peter was able to get away because Flash’s friends had caught up with him. Peter brought a hand to his eye and winced at the soreness.
Once he got to class, he had about so much notes to take he couldn’t feel his hand. Then, in third period, he had a test and he wasn’t able to focus, so he failed. At lunch, he was really hungry, but he had spilt his lunch, thanks to Flash.
So the day went on and it just sucked, there wasn’t another word for it.
What probably made the day SO bad was the ‘special guest’ that everyone knew was going to suck, but they didn’t realize how bad it was. It was a safe sex class.
Not only that, but it showed the signs of pregnancy in an Omega, and what to do when something like that happened.
Options were introduced, blah blah, and Peter didn’t give a shit about safe sex, he and Tony have been together since he was 15, now he’s 18 and in Senior year. He’d been with Tony for three years and they hadn’t slept with anyone else. They were good.
The symptoms though, that’s what worried him.
He didn’t think anything of it until they started speaking about vomiting, how it mainly happened in mornings. That’s what grabbed his attention, but nothing worried him until he heard about how pregnant Omega’s can feel sluggish, bloated, tired, sad, mad, and a assload of other emotions, but on steriods.
Omega’s can become needy, and psychologically have a need for their Alpha, which sounded pathetic to Peter, but in reality, it made some type of sense.
Peter’s hand went to his stomach. no, it’s not possible. He looked at MJ and there was nothing but panic in his eyes. He would want to also tell Ned, but he had fallen asleep.
“Dude, what’s wrong,”
Peter didn’t reply, only continued staring at his friend, his leg bouncing. MJ kept eyeing him and they tried to have a telepathic conversation, MJ wasn’t getting the message.
“Peter?”
“I need - MJ - I think I’m pregnant,”
MJ’s face contorted. “No,” She said. “You’re a hypochondriac, you’re hearing the systems and freaking out,”
Peter shook his head. “No, I’m telling you,” He said, his voice a harsh whisper. “I need to go and find a test, now, I need to -”
“Okay, it’ll be okay, we’ll run by the store and you can piss on it and find out you’re being ridiculous,”
Peter knew he wasn’t being ridiculous.
After school, Peter and MJ drove to the convenience store. MJ parked the car and waited for Peter to climb out but he quickly shook his head. “I can’t get it!” He said. “Ever sense Stark and I came out to the public, people have been observing our every move, if I walk in there and buy a fucking pregnancy test and get caught, Tony will hear about it, and I would like for him not to know,”
MJ sighed. “Fine, but watch your fucking language, the baby can hear you,” She teased, but Peter didn’t find it funny in the slightest. MJ laughed. “Jesus Christ, I’m kidding,”
MJ walked out and slammed the door, Peter was left alone. He started thinking of everything that would happen if he was pregnant. He would get bullied for being the slut that was a huge ass slutty being slutty like a slut for a billionaire and then got pregnant by him like a slutty slut.
He was going to be dubbed as a slut. He was already accused of being a victim, a sugar baby, and a gold digger, and now, add slut to the list.
Granted, Tony was also being called a Rapist and Pedophille.
But still, now Peter was going to be a pregnant slut, that was only in it for the money, and was being taken advantage of.
If only the media really knew.
He was also going to have to quit school because he wouldn’t expect Tony to stay, and he wouldn’t want to force him too. Peter should have remembered to take his pill. It was his fault.
He would never become a famous scientist, he would never be able to - his thoughts were cut off by a Video call from Tony.
Peter wiped the tears that had formed, checking himself out in the reflection that showed up before answering, making sure his face wasn’t red or swollen from crying.
“Hey, Tone,” Peter said, trying to act normal.
Tony was all smiles, you know, looking like his beautiful self. “Pete, when are you getting home? You’re like an hour later than usual,”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, I’m sorry, MJ needed some eyeliner because her family has this thing tom-”
“Hey, bitch ass I got y -” MJ said as she climbed in the car, but Peter cut her off.
“The eyeliner?” He asked, way too aggressively.
Tony just laughed. “Both of you, so weird, I’ll see you soon Peter?”
“Yes, of course, see you soon, - goodbye - wait, what’s for dinner?”
“Pizza?”
Peter nodded. “Okay, bye, love you,”
“Love you, too,”
“Well? Go piss,” MJ said shortly, throwing the bag in his direction. Softness wasn’t MJ’s specialty but Peter knew she cared.
“No, I can’t Tony’s waiting on me,”
MJ rolled her eyes, and drove off for Tony’s home.
-
“Tony!” He called out as he walked in the door. “I’m here,”
Tony was in the kitchen looking at a recipe on the holographic image displayed via StarkPhone. He was literally making a pizza. Not buying one from fucking dominos, Peter loved this man so much, and it hurt him as he felt the pregnancy test in his hoodie pocket.
They ate dinner and it was nice. Everything was calm and the pizza tasted amazing. Tony asked him about his day and Peter gave him a short answer before returning the questions. Tony had done something awesome in the lap like he always did.
Peter couldn’t ruin his genius with a baby, so, if he was pregnant - Oh Christ, it would suck.
-
Tony and Peter went to take a shower (after Peter hid the test behind a bunch of shit in the mirror-cabinet.) They didn’t have shower sex, because believe it or not, sometimes they did just enjoy each other’s company.
Yet, this time, it wasn’t enjoyable, because Peter couldn’t help thinking, this could be the last time.
-
Tony was working in the lab instead of sleeping because he’s a fuCKING DUMBASS, and Peter rolled himself out of bed and into the bathroom.
He pulled the test out of the cabinet and braced himself for the worst. He took the test and waited for the longest two minutes of his life.
When his timer went off, and he looked down at the stick, he saw the two pink lines and cried, covering his hand over his mouth to block out his audible sobs.
!!part two coming soon!!