What if He's Mine?


Bad Luck pt. 3

Peter was nervously tapping his fingers against the table of a booth located in the small warm diner, he'd come to love so much over the years since it's been there. He's had so many good moments here, and couldn't help, but smile every time he stepped foot through the front doors. Though he was currently finding it ridiculously hard to breath as all the different scenarios of how this could go down, filtered through his mind.

He was quickly drawn from his spiral as the charms on the front door jingled and his preppy redhead sat down in the booth seat directly in front of him.

"Hey, tiger." Rachael smiles.

"Hi." Peter says as a small grin creeps on to his face, unable to hide the warmth her presence created inside of him.

"So what's going on? What's this long story you keep not telling me?" Rachael asks getting to the point curiously. She knew why she was here. Something was bothering him, and has been bothering him since he called her late last night. He was here to talk or ask advice and she figured the quicker she could put his mind at ease the better it would be for both of them.

"Well, Felicia's back. Obviously. And well she's working for a one of the gangs in New York, by stealing information that's been hidden inside piece of art for God knows what reason." Peter sighs.

"I thought she was retired. You know trying to live a normal life, as a reformed individual." Rachael says confused, as the waitress brought them their usuals. She set down a peppermint tea and a hot, coffee with three shots of espresso.

"Yeah, that's where thing get weird." Peter sighs, gripping a hand around the warm cup of coffee in attempt to ground himself before continuing.

"What do you mean?" Rachael asks narrowing her eyebrows at him concerned.

"T-there's this thing...It's probably not a big thing, but it could be a thing. A little- Maybe a big thing..." Peter stutters nervously, starting to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

"Okay, you're gonna need to be a little more specific than 'thing'." Rachael says softly, gently placing her hand on his free hand and squeezing it supportively. He stayed silent for a moment just staring at their intertwined hands. It was such a long pause she had started to wonder if she had done something wrong.

"The reason Felicia is working for the mob is... because they took her son." Peter finally spits out, after taking a moment to build up his courage.

"Oh my...I didn't even know she had a son..." Rachael says, her grip on his hand loosening.

"Neither did I. And there's a... this other thing. You know that uh...she and I dated for a while..." Peter says, letting go of his cup to rub the back of his neck nervously. He could feel her hand slipping away from his and it terrified him to think that if she pulls away completely he might loose her forever.

"No..." Rachael gasps, pulling her hand away from his as panic began to flood her mind. A wave of nausea started to creep up on her and she quickly tried to suppress it thinking that if she got sick, her current situation would become evident to him. And he really didn't seem to be in the mood to find out he might possibly have two kids he was unaware of today.

"I mean I don't know for sure, but it's possible..." Peter says, watching her nervously waiting for her to have a breakdown or to start yelling. It scared him to no end when she let go of his hand as he began to fear the worst.

She took a moment to calm herself before speaking again. "What are you going to do if you find out he is your son?"

"Oh. I-I-I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead yet..." Peter sighs, trying not to spiral himself. He knew at least one of them had to keep it together or else the situation would get out of hand quickly.

"I don't know...I don't know what to tell you...But if it's any consolation at all I think you'll be an amazing father no matter what the situation is." Rachael says softly, placing a hand on her stomach gently, under the table.

"You're not mad or anything?" Peter asks surprised.

"How-How can I be mad at you, Peter? Things like this happen all the time. And at the end of the day they are just accidents and I'm sure some may argue that accidents are just shitty surprises, but sometimes the best surprises can be accidental." Rachael says, letting her bangs fall in her face. She used her hair as a shield to protect herself, her red locks framing her face like a safety blanket and making her feel less afraid of accidentally alluding to herself being pregnant. "You may not be ready for a child. But the universe may disagree, how you choose to handle that news is what defines my feeling towards this whole thing. But I know you'll step up and do your best to help whether she wants you to or not if she says that child is yours, I know you'll be there for them. You're going to be a phenomenal father some day, Peter. That day might just be sooner than you think."

"Gosh...I really don't deserve you do I?" Peter sighs, giving her a soft smile.

"You deserve the world, Peter Parker. You just have to stop lying to yourself and let yourself have it." Rachael says fiddling with her charm bracelet, sadly. She really didn't know what to do now. If this child ended up being Peter's there would be no way she could tell him she was pregnant. Not now, not ever. She's been hiding it from him for three months and it's only going to get harder. Much harder if he has another one running around soon.

"I don't know what I would do without you." Peter smiles at her, taking the hand she was fiddling with in his with a light reassuring squeeze.

"I don't know what you would do either." Rachael retorts, with a slight smile appearing on her lips. She let the warmth of his touch melt all of her worries away for the moment, but she knew as soon as he let go that the isolating cold would seep it's way back into her and drag her worries in with it.

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