Peter looked down at the test, an uneasy feeling growing in his stomach. He stared at the two lines telling him that yes, he was pregnant. That yes, there is a tiny being growing inside of him. And yes, it was Wades.

Fuck.

They were careful. He took birth control. Wade wore a condom. Hell, Wade told him that he couldn't get him pregnant. But they were still cautious, just in case.

This couldn't be happening. It had to be fake. People got false positives all the time. That's all it was, a false positive. He'll go get another one, just to make sure. He'll get two.

Peter whimpered, he couldn't be pregnant. He just graduated high school. Mr. Stark just offered him a real job working with him, a paid assistant. Paid. He was supposed to be starting college in a few months.

How could he do any of that with a baby?

He whimpered again. He wants Wade. Wade will know what to do. They could talk about their options.

Options, what options were there? Peter doesn't know anything about this. He never expected to be in this situation, he never expected to get pregnant because Wade can't have children.

He told him, months ago after Peter brought up their future and maybe starting a family. He said he couldn't have kids, he said his mutation didn't make it possible. He apologized about a million times, cried even, because even if he could he didn't want any kids. Said he would be a terrible father.

But Peter did. He did want kids, someday. But not now, Peter doesn't want kids now. He wanted them later. Like late 20s maybe, and he gave that up when Wade said they couldn't. He knew they would never be allowed to adopt, even if Wade wanted to he was way too foul and they were always busy with hero work. Well, he was. Wade was...well he's not not a hero. He just uses different methods. He's gotten a lot better. He even works with the X-Men and sometimes the Avengers. They were always gone or injured. So he gave up the idea of having a family.

But now.

He looked back down at the positive pregnancy test in his hand.

He felt his lip wobble. It wasn't good timing. A few years from now, this would have been an amazing surprise. He would have been jumping with joy instead of trying not to cry.

Fuck. He didn't know what to do.

He got up from where he was sitting and just stood there for a few minutes, trying to gather his thoughts and not cry. He took a deep breath, held it, and slowly breathed out. He kept breathing until he felt less shaky then threw the test away, covering it up with some toilet paper and went into the kitchen to get some water and wait for Wade to come home.

Well, not his home. Not really. Peter still lived with Aunt May most days. He was planning on officially moving in before he started college, but if he was being honest he was a little nervous. It was just such a big step and he didn't want to leave May alone, not that he's going too far. About 20 minutes away, 10 if he swung. He was just a little nervous. But he was working on it! He spent most days here anyway, and even most nights. It was just nerve wracking because he wouldn't have a place to run to if he felt overwhelmed.

It was fine. He would get over it.

Peter grabbed his phone from the counter, where he left it earlier and called Wade. He really needed to hear his voice right now.

"Hey baby boy what would be better, a sword on a gun or a gun on a sword?"

Peter blinked. "What." Leave it to Wade to cheer him up with the stupidest questions.

"Pay attention Petey this is important! What if I need a gun and a sword."

"You can't just use both? You have two hands."

"No, I can't just use both. What if I need my hand free? Then what Petey? I could die!"

Peter smiled, already feeling better. "You'd heal."

Wade sighed. "That's rude, baby boy. I'm hurt."

Peter chucked. "Okay okay, sorry. Um, the sword on a gun seems like it'll be easier to use with one hand."

"You're so right Petey!" Wade squealed, honest to god squealed. "Then I could just poke the bad guys when I run out of bullets!"

Peter shook his head, smiling. "I'm pretty sure a sword doesn't poke people, Wade."

"It could."

"But it doesn't."

Wade sighed dramatically. "You're no fun spidey."

"I resent that, I'm loads of fun. You can't even handle this amount of fun."

"Sure thing baby boy."

"And don't you forget it." Peter bit his lip, suddenly nervous for no reason. "Hey um, Wade, when are you getting home tonight?"

He made a thoughtful noise. Knowing Wade he was probably scratching his head too, the dork. "I should be back in a few hours. Maybe 2, maybe more. Um, before 8."

"Okay, I'll see you then. I love you."

"Love you too webs."

Peter hung up and out his phone in his pocket. He had a little over 2 hours until Wade got back. Plenty of time to buy a new test and get a negative and forget about this whole thing. He took another deep breath.

He grabbed his wallet, making sure he had cash and headed to the closest store that had what he needed. He went through it all in a weird sort of daze. He quickly grabbed a pregnancy test, and an extra three just to be safe, and bought them. He ignored the judgemental stare of the cashier and the few people around him and focused on his breathing instead, it was none of their fucking business and they had no right to judge him.

He didn't even remember his walk home, just the sound of his heart beating hard against his chest. He went straight into the kitchen to drink as much water as he could, until his bladder was ready to burst. Then he took another test.

And, in a few minutes, it would be negative.

Because there was no way in hell that he was actually pregnant.

Well fuck.

They were all positive. All of them. He was pregnant.

Shit shit shit shit. Shit. Fuck. God dammit.

No way, it could still be wrong. They could be false positives again.

Peter sighed, yeah that sounded weak even to him. He needed to make sure though. He doesn't even know how far along he is. Can he get an ultrasound this early? Is that possible?

He'll make an appointment. Well, he'll go online and look up how to make an appointment for a male pregnancy.

He still needs to tell Wade.

No. Not now, not until he's 100% certain. He doesn't know how Wade will react, and if he's being honest, he's scared. Wade doesn't want kids and if Peter really is pregnant then what if Wade doesn't want him anymore. What if he left.

Peter felt tears fall down his face. He didn't know what to do. He felt lost. He needed someone to tell him that it would all be okay. He needed Wade.

He should call Ned. Or maybe MJ.

He should. He needs help. MJ would be the better option, she probably knows what to do and how to make appointments.

His hands were trembling as he clicked on her contact. He made a fist and wiped the tears away while he waited for her to pick up.

"I'm busy, what."

"I think I'm pregnant and I don't know what to do and I took like four pregnancy tests and they all came back positive. I need to make sure though because what if they were wrong and I'm not pregnant but I don't know how to do that or who to contact for a male pregnancy thing please help."

She was silent for a few seconds. "Okay, first take a deep breath. Then repeat that again, slowly."

Peter did what she said and took a deep breath. "I think I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes, and I need to make an appointment but I don't know how."

"Does Wade know?"

Peter sighed, "No. I was going to tell him after."

"Okay, um."

Wow, it wasn't everyday that MJ was left speechless. She must really be shocked.

"Okay. I'll set up an appointment for you next week. Until then, just. I don't know, stay calm."

"Next week? Can't it be sooner?"

"You'll only have to wait like four days, Parker. Chill."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Why? Don't you want kids?"

Peter shrugged, then mentally smacked himself because she can't see him. "I mean, yeah but Wade doesn't and even if he did I don't think we're ready for a baby right now."

"I don't actually care, I'll text you when your appointment is."

"Thanks MJ."

She hung up after a quick "Yep." And Peter was left alone again.

He put a hand on his stomach. There was a whole separate being in there.

Maybe. Probably. He didn't want to think about it.

Next week can't come fast enough.