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"Come on! We're gonna miss the sales!" You yelled, motioning for your friends to follow. You, MJ, and your friend Molly were all out shopping for dresses, shoes, accessories together for your Prom.

"Guuuys, I really don't want to go to Prom!" Michelle complained, as you dragged her to the next store.

"Stop moaning and keep your eyes peeled. We're not going to miss the good deals because of you Sourpuss." You poked her nose, drawing a slight smile out of her.

"Fine, let's look."

After five whole hours of looking, You triumphantly had a navy dress, that hung delicately off your shoulders, and a white pair of peep toed heels. "I call this a win." You said to Molly and MJ, and you all drove home. You excitedly placed the things in your closet, texting Peter to wear a navy tie. Just the thought of your dreamy boyfriend still made you giddy after three and a half years. You didn't want to think about what the end of year would bring.

Previous summers were filled with trips to the beach, make out sessions, and ice cream dates. And hey, who says this summer can't? But it will most definitely be overshadowed by the prospect of spending the next four years apart. You shook the thought out of your head, focusing on the next few months of bliss, and remembering Peter's soothing words: four years of separation for a lifetime together.

Three weeks later

It was a Saturday evening, as you dressed yourself in the beautiful dress you'd purchased weeks earlier. You had to walk across the street to Peter's apartment alone. Your parents had left to go to Chicago on a business emergency.

"Sweetie I'm so sorry. Please, text me all the photos!" Your mother said into the phone.

"Yeah Mom, I will," you promised, crossing the street. "Love you."

You knocked on the door, and May let you in, breaking into a large smile when she saw you. "Oh Y/n you look so beautiful!" She gushed, waving you in.

"Thanks May! Is Pete still getting ready?" You asked, peering around her in search of your boyfriend.

"He's just getting something for you," she winked  at you.

"Oh."

"Hey May do you think Y/n will like thi-" Peter walked into the room, looking up, his eyes locking with yours. They quickly scanned your body, and his jaw dropped to the floor. "Y/n you look... stunning." He whispered, walking over to hug you.

"Thanks Peter," you replied, eyeing him. "You're not too bad yourself."

He was in fact wearing a white dress shirt, navy tie as per instructed, and matching black trousers and a jacket. He extended what he had in his hand to you. It was a gorgeous navy corsage, and he opened the box, gently removing it. You held out your wrist towards him, letting him place it around your arm. May gasped, clutching her hands to her heart.

"Alright, picture time before I completely lose it." May said, tears welling in her eyes.

Peter placed his hand on your waist. You chuckled slightly as you felt it tremble against your dress. You knew Peter was nervous. He had rambled on and on about how he wanted this to be a perfect evening, and how everything had to go right for you. You waved it all away, saying none of it mattered so long as he was by your side.

Smiling as the camera clicked, you passed May your phone. "Can you take one on mine please?"

"Of course!"

After numerous photos,  you and Peter climbed into the back of May's car, and you allowed yourself to lean your head on Peter's shoulder. He wiggled his arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his torso. May eyed you two suspiciously in the mirror. "I want no funny business kids. M'kay?"

You nodded your heads in unison, while Peter discreetly moved his hand from your waist to your hip, rubbing small circles around with his thumb. You took out your phone, shooting him a reminder text that your parents were out of town. He smirked up at you as he read it, wiggling his fluffy brows.

Your Prom went off without a hitch. You and Peter slow danced romantically, got your pictures taken again, and hung out with your friends. After it was over, Molly suggested you all go out to supper. Ned and MJ agreed, but you looked hesitantly at Peter.

"Actually we were hoping to have some alone time," you almost whispered, your voice quiet and soft.

"Alone time?" Michelle asked, raising her brows at you two.

"Yup." Peter nodded, waving by, then pulling you by the hand out of the crowded gym. You almost ran to your apartment, scrambling up the stairs, and unlocking the door. Once you were in the safety of your home, Peter smashed you against the wall. "You looked so gorgeous tonight love," he mumbled into your lips, before crashing his into yours.

"So did you Parker," You breathed, as he worked to unzip your dress. "Let's go to my room." You suggested, as he followed without saying a word, just picking you up, leaving his lips locked on yours. Kicking the door shut, he placed you on the bed.

"Peter," You sighed, helping him strip off his clothes. And then you were lost in him. Losing all sense, you focused all of your thoughts on him.

You woke up with a massive headache, and a growling stomach. Your hair still had bobby-pins in from last night, causing a sharp pang on your scalp. Peter was next to you, arm draped lazily over your waist.

"Pete... babe," you shook him awake, rummaging around your room for clothes. You found a pair of sweats and one of Peter's hoodies to put on, watching him groggily roll out of bed, dressed in only boxers.

"Good morning," he groaned, grabbing his trousers off the floor. His phone was buzzing loudly, "Oh God it's May." He picked it up cautiously. "Hey May... yeah I'm sorry I meant to text you... I'm at Y/n's house... relax! We just watched some movies and I guess I feel asleep," he winked at you. "Yeah see you in ten. Alright bye."

"In trouble?"

"No, thankfully not," he smiled, getting the rest of his clothes on. You walked him to the door, allowing him to kiss you fervently. "Last night was... amazing. Thank you."

"Anytime Spidey-Boy," you opened the door, pressing your lips to his one last time. Your across the hall neighbour looked at the two of you narrowing his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Peter promised, rushing down the hall.

Three weeks later

Positive. That's what it said.

Positive.

You broke down into tears, cursing yourself. How could you be so stupid? It must've been Prom. The dates, the circumstances, they all added up.

"Y/n are you in there?" Your mother knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah just a second Mom." You yelled back, wiping your eyes, picking up the stick, thrusting your hands in the large pocket of your Midtown sweatshirt.

"Are you good sweetie?" She asked, noticing your puffy eyes.

"Yeah... Peter and I had a fight," you lied, pushing your hands further into your stomach, trying to hide the test.

"Oh that's too bad. I'm sure you'll make up though, you really are the perfect couple."

You nodded, rushing into your room. What were you going to do? You were only eighteen. Peter was Spider-Man. He didn't have time for a baby. You didn't have time for a baby. You were headed for university in four months, what were you supposed to do?

Panicking you, picked up your phone, contemplating calling Peter about fifty times, before finally texting him, "What's up?". He replied instantly, saying he was doing homework. "Can I come over?" You asked, immediately noticing the three dots signify he was typing. After getting confirmation, you threw the test in the bin, heading out. "I'm going to Peter's." You called after yourself.

Rushing across the street, you walked into his apartment, May nowhere to be found.

"Pete?"

"Over here!" He yelled back, so you followed his voice, to his room.

"Hey love, how are you?" He asked. He was lying down on his bed, a circle of textbooks surrounding him.

"F-fine." You hopped onto the bed, relaxing into his arms. "I just want to be by you."

"Well I'm never gonna argue," He pecked your cheek, before looking down at you, "You alright? You look sick."

"Yeah I'm good." You muttered.

The next day at school, you and Peter were in first period, listening to your teacher lecture you on the key elements of an essay. Suddenly, you felt the sudden need to throw up. Raising your hand, you caught the teachers attention. "May I be excused? I don't feel well." You shielded you mouth with your hand, hoping to stifle any sickness.

The teacher nodded, and you rushed out of the class, leaving a dumbstruck Peter in the chair next to your empty one.

"Sir? Can I check that she's fine?" Peter asked, and the teacher simply rolled his eyes, but pointed towards the door.

In the girl's restroom, you were in a stall, puking your breakfast out, and the door opened.

"Woah. Y/n babe are you okay?" You looked up to see Peter kneeling behind you, staring at the toilet bowl.

"Y-Yeah... well, no actually." You confessed puking once more, before wiping your mouth and rinsing with water. "Peter... I-I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

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"Pregnant?" Peter asked, his face paper-white pale. "You're pregnant?"

You nodded, breaking down into tears. "It was Prom night... we didn't use a condom... God that sounds so stupid!" You groaned, rubbing your forehead. Looking up at Peter, he was just staring at you, wide eyed.

"When did you find out?"

"Yesterday. I mean, what are we going to do? We can't have a baby!" You yelled, but he went to hug you, kissing your hair.

"Y/n-" Peter started, but was cut off by a girl entering the restroom.

"Uh what the hell Parker. This is a girl's bathroom." Peter looked up, blushed, and quickly left holding your hand. He pulled you into an empty hallway, letting you lean back against a locker.

"Peter..." you started, looking down, "you aren't going to leave me, right?"

"That's ridiculous. Y/n I wouldn't leave you. I love you so fucking much... it's just unexpected... I need a few minutes to wrap my head around this." Peter sighed, hanging his arm on your shoulder.

"Peter I don't want a baby." Your voice was small, and you couldn't bare looking at your boyfriend.

"I don't either right now... but once we hold that baby, all the uncertainty is gonna go away," He cooed, running fingers through your hair.

"How am I gonna tell my parents? My father will actually kill you!"

"Well that's my problem to worry about N/n. Besides, I think I have an advantage," he chuckled, pulling up his sleeve slightly to reveal his web shooters.

"Thanks Peter." You sighed, pulling him closer to you so your lips met.

"Uh-hmph." Somebody snorted, causing you two to turn around.

"If you weren't seniors, and if it wasn't the end of the year, I'd send you to the principle's office. Get to class now." A teacher scolded, as the two of you quickly walked back into class.

"Ms. L/n are you well?"

"Yes Sir, I just had a stomach pain." You lied, retaking your seat. Peter sat down next to you, keeping one hand on yours throughout the rest of the lesson.

At lunch, you were seated at your usual table, across from Molly, Michelle and Ned, your head pleasantly rested on Peter's shoulder.

"Oh my gosh," Molly said suddenly, "I almost forgot. Did you hear Madison Smith had her baby?"

"Who's Madison Smith?" You asked blankly.

"A senior at my sister's school, who got knocked up earlier this year. I mean seriously. How stupid do you have to be to get pregnant in high school?" Molly laughed, and you felt the uneasiness in your stomach grow.

"Like she's honestly such a slut."

"Don't slut-shame her." Michelle defended, "I mean, what if the father was her longtime boyfriend, and it was just an accident?"

"I don't know. Then they're just dumb for not using proper contraception." Molly claimed, popping another blueberry into her mouth.

"I don't think that's fair." You said, leaning up a little bit.

"Well I mean, look at you and Peter. Sure you guys have sex, but I'm not gonna say anything about, cuz you're responsible enough to be safe." You looked up at Peter, who just tightened his grip on your waist.

"Girl are you okay?" Molly asked you.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Like, you look seriously green. Like the Hulk." Peter tensed slightly at the mention of an Avenger.

"Come on babe let's take you to the nurse," Peter said, standing up.

"No, Peter!" You hissed, refusing to stand.

"Y/n, come, you've been under the weather all day. We're going." Peter dragged you through the cafeteria. Once you were finally out, you stared daggers at him.

"If we go to the nurse, she'll ask me to describe my symptoms. Maybe I can play it off as the flu, but she'll send me home, and I'll have to tell Mom, and she will definitely figure it out."

"Relax love. We're not going to the nurse. I just thought you might wanna... ya know, leave the conversation." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh. Yeah, thanks. I mean... I'm not a slut, am I?"

"Of course not Y/n. Molly was being a bitch."

"But she's right isn't she... we were stupid."

"It was a momentary lapse of judgement. And, yes, the baby's inconvenient, but that doesn't mean we won't take good care of it." Peter assured you, sliding down the wall. You followed, allowing yourself to rest your head in his lap. Classmates walking down the hallway looked at the two of you, then shifted their eyes. By now, you and Peter didn't give a damn about PDA, and most people at Midtown had learnt to somewhat ignore it. Your thoughts jumbled, all centred around the word baby.

Peter's POV

I swung my keys around my finger, setting them down on the front table.

"Hey May!" I called, making my way to my room. Y/n said she was tired and just wanted to sleep, so I obliged. I was still shocked. A baby. An actually baby. That we'd be responsible for. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little disappointed in our lives starting so quickly. But I tried to push all thoughts of the baby from my head, and focused on studying for my exams.

"Peter dinner's ready!" May called from the kitchen, and I walked into a smoke infested room.

"What happened in here?"

"You know, a little accident. So I made macaroni and cheese. That good?"

"Yeah great," I mumbled, taking a bowl and spoon from the cupboard.

"You okay kiddo?"

"Yeah just... just a lot on my plate."

"How's Y/n?"

"She's..." I paused, trying to think of what to say. Not pregnant obviously. "She's good." I finished lamely, ramming a spoonful of pasta into my mouth.

"Really? Because her mother stopped over today. Said you two got into a fight?"

"What?" I realised that this must've been an excuse for something, so I just said, "Yeah but it was silly."

"Oh. That's what I figured. You two never fight! Meant to be," May smiled at me, so I returned it weakly.

The next morning, I stopped by Y/n's house early, telling her mother I brought breakfast.

"Y/n?" I knocked on her room, entering it, to find her sprawled on the bed, tired but awake. "Hey," I went over to kiss her head, and she grumbled a good morning. "How do you feel?"

"You know, nauseated. So in other words perfect." She grumbled sarcastically.

"Do you wanna skip school? I'd stay with you."

"No it's fine, I just need to get dressed." I gave her a hand up, pulling leggings and a hoodie out of her drawers. It was chilly for the end of the year, and I couldn't let her or the baby get cold. Helping her out of her pyjamas, I thread her arms through the sweatshirt, pulling it over.

"You spoil me Peter. I'm not gonna be able to get ready when you aren't here." She laughed, smiling, to my happiness.

"Then I'll just have to come every morning." I replied, but her smile erased, as she ran to the bathroom, puking. I rushed in, pulling back her hair. "Are you alright?"

"I'll have to live."

Two weeks later
Y/n's POV

It was graduation day, a day of hope and joy for most people. I, however was a month pregnant. Peter and I hadn't told anybody still. My mother wasn't suspecting anything, nor was my father. We'd decided to not tell people until I started to show, which thankfully, aside from a little stomach flab, wasn't yet.

On the night of graduation, everybody wanted to go to a huge party. I wanted to as well, but Peter was unsure.

"Y/n... there'll be people smoking. Second hand smoke isn't good for an expectant mother." He said, as we prepared for graduation, looking through his messy room for his cap.

"Peter don't call me that." I sighed at his quick attachment to the baby.

"What?"

"An expectant mother." I huffed, turning around for him to zip up my dress.

"But that's what you are, aren't you?" He worked to zip the dress, but it wouldn't budge around the waist. "It's too tight. I can't zip it up."

"Fuck. See it's already happening. This baby is taking over my life." Peter didn't respond, just placed his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them.

"Babe you're stressed. Don't be, it's the end of the year, we've finished finals, this is it. We're done."

"I'm not done though. We aren't. Everyone else is gonna enjoy summer as teenagers, drinking and partying. And I'll be cooped up at home either vomiting, or complaining of back aches." I moaned, sitting down. I felt the tears coming, praying for them to stop before they ruined my makeup.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I did this to you." Peter knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his.

"Peter you didn't do this to me... we both did it. And there's nothing to do about it now anyway." I stood up, turning again. "Come on, zip it up. I don't care if it's tight. I'll suck in." I breathed in a big gulp, and he quickly yanked the zipper to the top. "See?" I smiled, "teamwork. But back to the party." He groaned sitting down again. "I'm sorry Peter Parker, but while everyone else is out clubbing in their twenties, we'll be at home with a little kid. And God forbid we do go out? Then we have to pay some teenage girl ten bucks an hour. We are going to this party, and enjoying being eighteen for as long as we can."

"Fine, but only because you asked sooooo nicely." Peter agreed sarcastically, planting a small kiss on your nose.

"Come on, we're gonna be late," I told him, grabbing his hand and leading him out to his kitchen, where May and my parents sat, chatting.

"Oh, you look so beautiful!" Mom gasped, cupping my face. "Peter, looking very dapper."

"Thank you Mrs. L/n. Not quite as radiant as Y/n, but I'll manage," He laughed, and I whispered in his ear "Kiss ass".

"Okay pictures!" May said, taking out her phone.

"May we're gonna be late, we can do pictures later," Peter said, grabbing his wallet from the counter.

I noticed my father approach him, pulling his large bicep. "I want to thank you Pete. You've done my daughter right. Given her the respect and love she deserves." Peter gulped, nodding his head nervously.

As Peter and I lined up at the ceremony, he kissed me one last time, saying "I don't care what people think. I'm still so damn proud of you.". He then left to find his spot in line.

After the ceremony, Peter drove me to the party at one of the most popular girl in our grade's house. We had rid ourselves of our caps and gowns, instead dressed in jeans and sweatshirts. "Heeeeey guys," Molly said, pulling us into the room. I'm not gonna lie, I'm still kinda pissed at her for what she said, but it's not like I can tell her why, so I just swallow it. "Come on. They have like, so much alcohol. We are getting wasted."

"No I'm good thanks," I said, shaking my head.

"Uh, me too," Peter agreed, not following Molly.

"You guys are such prudes! Damn. Live a little!" Molly laughed, and Peter just squeezed my hand tightly.

"This sucks." I grumble, finding a sofa to sit down.

"I mean, what did I say? I told you we shouldn't have come. Not that it's your fault!" Peter added the last part to my dismay. Ever since he found out I was pregnant he's acted so carefully around me.

"Pete I'm pregnant not porcelain." I whispered to him, rolling my eyes.

"Fine. Then I think it was stupid of us to come. If you wanted to have fun, then let's dance. But I don't know what you were expecting, seeing as you can't drink-"

"Let's dance." I cut him off, pulling him to a different room that had been cleared out entirely for dancing. Full of horny, grinding teens, Peter and I moved to the empty corner. He held me by the waist, and I let my arms hang around his neck.

"This is nice," he said into the crook of my neck.

"I told you we should come." I smiled, as he deeply inhaled the scent of my hair.

"I love you so much," he breathed, sending chills down my spine with his warm exhale.

"I love you too Peter. And I know I've been irritated lately it's just... I don't know if I can honestly do this. But I'll try my best, and I know you will too." I smiled at him, as he pulled his face from my neck to look me in the eyes. 

"We're gonna be great."

The next morning, I woke up feeling sick. Running to the restroom, I disposed of my last meal, retreating to my room in shame. I checked my phone, seeing a text from Peter, asking to come over. May was at work, so it was just us. We curled together on the couch, and watched the Mission Impossibles. We were on the third one when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, spreading up through my pelvis and abdominal.

"You alright babe?" Peter asked, pausing the movie.

"Yeah... My stomach just hurts like hell. God what the hell is this?" I pushed my hand to my back, trying to alleviate the aches, when I felt my underwear fill with something. "I have to use the restroom, I'll be back." I said, quickly running to the bathroom. I pulled down my sweats to show blood soaked underwear. It just kept flowing. A cry escaped my mouth, as I looked at it all.

"Y/n?" Peter called from outside the door, knocking. "Is everything okay?"

I could speak. I just started sobbing dryly, so it sounded like I was choking rather than crying.

"Y/n? Can I come in?"

I didn't answer. I was at a complete and utter loss for words. Before I knew it, the door swung open, and Peter was in the room, eyes fixated on the mess.

"Oh... my... gosh..." his eyes were horrified, and he stood completely still for a moment, before rushing to me. "We have to get you to a hospital!"

"No," I found my voice again, "Then everyone will know!" My voice was cracking, high then low due to the tears that started to form.

"Baby it doesn't matter now, we have to go. You could be hurt!" Peter whispered to me, picking me up. He took me to the car, driving to the hospital. The cramps got even worse, and the bleeding was like nothing I'd ever experienced on a regular period. It was heavy, hardly stopping. I sobbed the entire car ride, as Peter tried to soothe me, but I could tell he was distraught as well. Pulling into the hospital, we went up to the desk in a panic, somebody giving me a wheelchair in the hectic process.

"I think my girlfriend's having a miscarriage. I don't know what happened!" Peter cried, as another wave of cramps hit me, making me gasp out in pain.

"We'll have someone take you to the Prenatal Care Wing Sir." The receptionist motioned to a nurse, who directed us there. When we got to the Prenatal Wing, I was ushered in to see a doctor. Lying down on the table, I drifted off into a painless sleep.

When I woke up, Peter was by my side, holding onto my hand. In the corner of the room, my parents stood. My mother was anxiously biting her lip, and my father stood with his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey," was all Peter could say to me, tears dripping down his face. I turned to him, not quite remembering the events that happened.

"Peter... why am I here?"

"You... we lost the baby." Peter said, barely making it through the sentence.

"Oh..." was your response, before a bolt of grief hit me, making me scream out in anguish. Peter gently 'shhhh'ed me, rubbing my hand. I could sense that he was taking it hard. His eyes were bloodshot, from a mixture of fatigue and tears, his sweatshirt had a streak of blood across the front, from where I must've touched it at some point? I couldn't recall. I also didn't understand the purplish bruise that spread across his jaw, but I figured he must've fallen.

Shifting my focus to my parents, my mother rushed to my side.

"Why didn't you tell me? The doctors said you were five weeks pregnant." My mother asked me, crying already.

"I didn't want you to be disappointed in me." I whispered, not looking at her eyes.

"It was a shock of course... but we would support you. Right honey?" She turned to my father.

"Irresponsible," he grunted, fuming at Peter. I looked from the bruise on Peter's face to my father and back again, horrified.

"Dad you didn't... punch Peter, right?" I stared at Peter, who wasn't looking me in the eye.

"He knocked up my daughter," was all dad could say. My jaw dropped, and I lifted a slow hand to Peter's jaw, him flinching once contact was made.

"I'm so sorry Peter," I apologised, but he just wiped his cheeks, muttering, "I had it coming."

"Mom, Dad, can you l-leave us alone please?" I asked them, and they shuffled out of the room. Once the door shut I completely lost it, crying uncontrollably. Peter placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to stop the shaking.

"I didn't even want it!" I cry out, "Why am I so sad? I didn't even want it!" Peter doesn't answer, he just sits there and holds me.

Peter's POV

It was so much blood. I almost fainted at the sight of it. I mean, I was Spider-Man. I saved so many people. Why couldn't I save Y/n? When her parents came to the hospital, the first thing her father did was sucker punch me in the jaw. I stumbled backwards, but didn't say anything. The bruise will disappear before the day is over, of course it will. But the pain I felt sitting in the waiting room, not knowing what was happening, for the doctors to come out and tell me what had happened? That pain won't fade anytime soon.

After spending hours upon hours at the hospital, Y/n was released and sent home. Her parents wanted to drive her home, so I hugged her tightly, whispering, "I love you. I'll stop by tomorrow."

Heading home, I parked the car, and just sat there. It must've been an hour by the time I finally sat up and walked into the apartment.

"Peter,"May said, not looking up from the pot on the stove.

"May," was all I said, breaking down again, tears easily flowing from my eyes.

She looked at me, noticing my sadness, and went over to embrace me. "I'm not going to pretend I'm not upset that you didn't tell me... but I'm so sorry Peter." She hushed into my ear. I just held on to her, crying my soul out.

Five weeks. That's what the doctor had said, five weeks that baby called Y/n home. I knew if its existence for even less. But it was just the size of a peppercorn, how could I be so attached to it?

I finally got up, and went to my room, at a loss of appetite. Changing out of the bloody hoodie, I put on a Midtown tee, and changed my sweats. Looking in the mirror, I saw the bruise had already disappeared. I lay down in bed, face down, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I didn't bother changing, or eating. I just brushed my teeth, and went across the street to Y/n's apartment. Her mother opened the door, letting me in without a word. Her father came up to me though, saying, "She doesn't want to see you, she's grieving."

Normally I would have done what he said, turned away. But not today. "With all due respect sir, I am too." I made my way to her room, where she was curled up in a ball, crying. The sight of it made me quiver, and I rushed to her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Peter why am I sad? I didn't want the stupid baby anyway. But it feels like somebody ripped my heart out," she sobbed into my chest, and I shook my head, at a loss for an explanation.

"I don't know Y/n. But it's going to get better. You'll go to college. We'll get married. Have more kids. Spend our lives together." I murmured, wiping the tears from her face.

"I'm sorry. I know that you wanted the baby."

"Don't apologise, ever. This is not your fault." I told her, pulling the covers up over us.

"What if you're right? What if all those kids smoking hurt the baby. Or because I didn't go to the doctor I harmed it? I did this Peter." Y/n sobbed, her breath hitched, eyes puffy and dead.

"You didn't do this Y/n. Please, stop saying that. This isn't your fault." I repeated forcefully.

"I'm always going to think it is," she whispered, hiding her face in my shoulder. "My dad's really angry. I-I wasn't supposed to be listening, but I heard him and my mother last night... he said it was a whorish thing to do," Y/n whimpered, her rib cage vibrating back and forth.

"Then he's stupid. It was an accident. And maybe this is our way to pay for it. The pain we're feeling right now. You know, I have half the mind to go out and smack him for that comment."

"I wouldn't object. But it's not gonna help anything," she frowned, "I just wanted them to be proud of me."

"I'm proud of you enough for the whole entire world. I love you enough for the human race. You are mine, and I am yours. And what you feel I feel. We're gonna go through this together." I held her tightly, allowing us both to cry as much pain as we could away.

A/n: okay, that was suuuuuuuuuper long, so sorry😂 also, I've never been pregnant, and as such, never had a miscarriage, so all I got for this was from basically internet searching, and reading articles, so surely, some of what happened isn't accurate.

And this has nothing to do with the imagine, but oh my gosh those two girls at Comic-Con were so rude to Anthony and Seb. I was so shocked at what they said. I mean honestly!