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“That's it; I’m skipping work!" Peter announced as he helped Gwen sit down on the couch while a great amount of dizziness and nausea hit her hard. The girl sighs, only losing the grip on Peter's forearm when she is fully sat on the couch. She leans her head back closing her eyes, sensing Peter pacing nervously, even though she can't see him.
It has been like this the whole week: Gwen would randomly get sick and Peter would almost lose his mind with concern.
"No," Gwen argued, as she placed her palm on her aching head like it was going to magically make it any better. "It's nothing, you shouldn't skip work. The city needs a hero.”
"It's nothing?!" Peter says way too loud, not helping Gwen's headache at all. "Gwen, you almost fainted on the kitchen!”
"Stop yelling,” she groaned, and Peter immediately felt guilty, “I'm fine. I'm just dizzy, okay?" Gwen tries to convince him she's okay, yet she's not quite sure if she's even convincing herself. Although she doesn't vocalizes it, her random sick episodes are worrying her just as much as it worries Peter.
At first, when she was only throwing up, she thought it was food poisoning. But then the headaches and the dizziness came along, and she was not so sure anymore. As the days passed, she grew more worried about her condition and what might be causing it. She had her suspicions, though.
“Gwen, it’s not normal for you to be sick,” Peter whispers, sitting beside her on the couch and placing his hand gently on her thigh, “it might be something serious. We should call Michelle to check you up.”
Michelle was her best friend who also happened to be a doctor. MJ’s — how her friends call her — parents where close to Gwen’s and they grew up together. She is the only person beside Peter who knows about her being sick.
“No. It’ll only worry her, and I don’t need another person worrying about me. I’m fine, I promise,” Gwen says, yet Peter is not convinced at all.
“Gwen…”
“Please, you need to go. The city needs you, Bug-Boy.”
“You need me right now, Gwen. I couldn’t care less about the city,” Peter says, looking deep in her eyes for her to realize how serious he was. Gwen sighs and smiles a bit, cupping his cheek.
“I’m fine, I mean it. But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll call MJ to get checked up.”
Peter smiled and kisses her cheek, “That’d be great, honey.” He holds and squeezes her hand three times (for three words) before standing up, “But you’re sure you’re going to be okay? And you promise me you’ll call me if you feel sick?”
“Yes, pinky swear.”
“That’s pretty serious, you know. You can’t break a pinky swear.”
“You know me, I would never.”
Peter leans in to give Gwen a little peck in the lips before grabbing his suit so he could go out there and help people. Still, he’s not quite sure if it is safe to say the people out there needed him more than his wife does, but he knows that Gwen’s aware of her limits and if she says she’s fine and she’ll call him if anything happens, we can settle his mind into it. What he is certain is, if he sees her name in his cell phone screen, he’ll be by home before she can tell him the reason she’s called.
Before Peter heads out, he asks again if she’s going to be okay on her own. It’s sweet that he worries, but Gwen started asking herself whether he trusted her to take care of herself.
“I will be fine, Peter. Please, just trust me.”
Peter then just nodded and after saying ‘I love you’ to Gwen, he left the apartment.
* * *
Gwen lied. Well, it wasn’t true either. But she didn’t call MJ. In fact, she went to the hospital herself. She knows when Peter find out he’ll be mad, but she had a thing on her mind and she needed to know if she was right.
And she was. She is pregnant.
* * *
“Father’s day,” says the calendar on Peter cellphone. He sighs and rolls in the bed, burring his face on Gwen’s shoulder.
Peter never was fond of Father’s day, at least not since his dad was gone. He used to celebrate this date with uncle Ben after the accident, but now that’s not possible either. Gwen also disliked the date since the death of her father, so the couple had an silent agreement to ignore this date.
But Gwen had other plans for today.
Gwen woke up, feeling Peter's breath on her neck. She turned to look at him, not leaving his embrace. She smiled, "Good morning."
Peter smiled too, squeezing his hand around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her, “Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"
"Mmhm," Gwen murmurs, bringing her hand up to Peter's face and caressing his cheek with the tips of her fingers. She then smiles so widely that makes Peter chuckle.
“What’s got you so happy?” he asks, brushing her hair off of her face, letting his thumb caress her cheek afterwards.
“I have a surprise for you,” she confesses, not having in herself the want to wait until breakfast like she intended to. She just felt so happy and light right now in Peter’s arms and even though she didn’t believe in ‘the right moment’, she thought this is the perfect one.
She gets up, opens the top drawer of her dresser and pulls out a gift box with a red bow. She then sits on the bed and waits for Peter to do the same for her to hand the gift to him.
"For me?" Peter asks, surprised. Today was no special date, not that he remembered. He then despaired, trying to think of what today’s date could mean that he had forgotten. “Is today something special? Should I have bought a gift? I'm sorry, Gwen, I…”
“Peter,” she cut him off before he could start rambling. “It's okay, don't worry. I bought this gift for you as a surprise. Now open it.”
Peter nodded and then undid the pretty red bow. He opened the white box and frowned as he found a baby bodysuit with the spider-man costume print, accompanied by a shirt with the same print. The shirt said "Best Dad Ever" and the bodysuit said "Guess Who's Gonna Be Daddy?” Peter's jaw dropped and he looked at Gwen, trying to search her face for any sign that this was a joke. All he found, however, was a smile and tears of happiness.
"Gwen?" He gasped, trying to hold back tears in case he's got this all wrong. “We're going..."
“We're going to have a baby, Peter," Gwen confirmed, "I'm pregnant."
Peter then cupped his wife's cheeks and kissed her so passionately that Gwen felt her heart burst. Peter lifted up his shirt Gwen wore to sleep and kissed her abdomen, “Hey buddy. I haven’t even meet you yet but I already love you so much. Your mother and I are so glad you exist. Thank you."
Gwen's eyes filled with tears, and she pulled Peter in for another kiss. She wondered what good deed she would have done that was so grand to have been rewarded by this wonderful man in her life. Knowing she would never get an answer, she contented herself with thanking him. She was, with all her body and soul, grateful that Peter was her husband and the father of her future child. Gwen couldn't be luckier.
And that was the first of several amazing Father's Days.