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Peter sat up in his bed, and accepted the baby back into his arms.
"Okay then." May smiled. "Get yourself nice and comfortable. He can feel your emotions, so relaxed parent- relaxed baby."
Tony popped some pillows behind Peter's back and the boy smiled up at him in thanks.
May got Peter's arms into position, and the teen took a deep breath.
"Rub his top lip to your nipple. You want him to open his mouth, I'm sure the midwife explained this to you earlier." Peter nodded at her instructions. "Then, look!!" May pointed at where Peter was watching the baby do exactly that. "You want him to open wide and then take in as much of the areola as possible. You don't want him to be chewing on the tip, but suckling and stimulating the whole area to promote more milk." May explained. "When he opens wide, push him forward, like THAT!" May brought the baby's head forward, and Peter jerked surprised as the baby latched on and began to suckle furiously.
"He's hungry now!!" May clapped, and Peter looked up at where Tony was recording the whole moment with a smile on his face. Peter smiled.
"Baby's first meal." He grinned, and turned back to watch his son snuffling, and drinking happily.
"The boy drank content for a few of minutes, before pulling his head back suddenly, and smacking his milky lips together. He let out a soft sigh, and promptly fell back to sleep.
"That is the cutest thing ever." Tony said, and Peter pulled his gown back up, and cuddled his son closer.
"Pep and Happy are waiting outside. Can they come in?" Tony asked, and Peter nodded enthusiastically.
The door opened a second after Tony pinged off a text, and Pepper strode in with Happy not one second behind her. Happy carried a mass of white and blue balloons behind him, and a large bag of presents.
"Hello!!" Pepper strode over to give Peter a hug. "Who's this?" She gestured to the baby.
Peter blushed, and he showed her the bundle. "Is my baby." He smiled shyly.
"He's very cute." Happy peered over Peter's shoulder. Peter smiled.
"Does he have a name yet?" Happy asked.
Peter shook his head. "He's not even four hours old yet. I need to get to know him a bit better, then I can give him a name."
Happy smiled.
"If you sit down, you and Ms Pepper can hold him. He's very wiggly." Peter suggested to the taller adults.
Happy sat down on one side of the bed, and Pepper on the other. Peter transferred the baby over to Happy with soft shhh noises as the little arm whipped out in shock at the change. Tiny hazy blue eyes opened and closed rapidly before settling shut again when Happy was comfortable.
Peter laughed and sank back into the pillows and watched Happy and Pepper coo over his son happily.
"We need to have a chat." May sat down by Peter's leg and rubbed his ankle slowly.
Peter looked up from where his baby was having his second ever feed and winced at the cramp nursing promoted in his uterus.
"I will never ever stop loving you Petey. I'm not angry at you for not feeling safe to come to me. I'm just really sorry you had to go through this alone."
Peter nodded. "I didn't want to make you worried, or ashamed of me. But I swear I never even knew I could still be pregnant. Or that I was pregnant."
May shook her head.
"That isn't what this talk is about Petey. This is me saying, I'd fully understand and be happy for you to go and stay with Tony. I..I understand that you may not want to bring the baby back to that.. that environment."
Peter looked up at her in surprise. "Really?!" He'd love to stay with Tony for a while.
"I'd be coming too of course. I'm selling the apartment. We'll need to find somewhere new. I've moved my stuff so I'll be sleeping the tower for the next few days anyway. Pepper and Tony have had a room there for me for a while. I won't sleep in that place. It's time to make the move."
Peter smiled. "I'd like that May. Great idea."
The baby pulled off the nipple, and Peter swiped the droplets of milk that had escaped his little mouth of his chin.
"You know." Peter rubbed the baby's bottom to soothe him. "I want you o know I'm not mad at you." Peter whispered. "It was him that was the problem. I got something amazing out of it. I. I have him." Peter smiled down at the baby. "I'm very lucky he survived all this time. All the strenuous Legos I was building!! The number of bricks I've stepped on the past few months!! Like the princess and the pea, I hope he's been sleeping okay."
May snorted, but wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I love you so much Peter." She whispered.
"I love you more." He answered.
The baby snuffled and his brows creased before softening again.
"I think I know his name." Peter rubbed the baby's cheek.
"He's so small!!" Ned cooed as he sat down by Peter's side.
"Didn't feel tiny when he was coming out." Peter giggled.
"Come on MJ!!" He called out to the girl hovering in the door.
"I don't like babies." She scowled. "Or rather, they don't like me." She shuffled into the hospital room anyway.
Peter snorted. "He's pretty chill. I don't think you'll have a problem."
"When he finishes... mauling your chest, I'll look at him I guess." MJ sat down in the chair.
Peter laughed, and the baby's visible eye opened in confusion at his meal jolting around.
Ned burst into a fit of giggles at the irritated huffing the baby did, and Peter joined him even as his son started to cry in annoyance.
"Hey!! Sh. Sh!!" Peter soothed between laughs, and latched him onto the other nipple before covering his exposed one up. MJ's cheeks were a bright red, and she looked away from the Peter.
"It's okay." Peter said. "It's natural to feed you know."
MJ coughed. "I just wasn't sure if you wanted. If you wanted me to see." She mentioned the elephant in the room delicately.
Peter blushed beet red. "It's fine."
The room was silent, and the only sound was the baby suckling happily. His little fingers curling and unfurling against Peter's chest every few seconds.
"Skip told me not to tell." Peter finally spoke. "I value my life a bit more than nothing. The knife to my throat and the cock up my ass solidified the idea. I was not going to say anything."
Ned turned red, and Peter scowled at him.
"That has been my reality you guys. Don't start judging me now. If you can't take the truth, leave."
Peter hefted his son onto his shoulder and rubbed his back as the boy nuzzled his fist.
Noone moved.
"I really am glad for him you know." Peter smiled at the baby.
"He saved me. Without him, I would be stuck there. Probably biding my time until Skip killed me."
Ned's eyes watered. "I'm sorry." He said earnestly. "I'm so sorry."
Peter nodded.
"Here, he's asleep. Wanna hold him?" He held out the baby, and Ned grinned.
"He's so cute!!" Ned whisper squealed as he looked down at the sleeping child.
Peter pulled up his gown collar, and smiled. "He really is huh?" MJ sat forgotten in the corner while the pair fawned over the tiny human.
She pulled out her journal from her bag- they'd come straight from school to the hospital, and drew them quietly. She wondered as her pen hit the page, if this was the place where she was pushed out of the friend group. She'd always been on the outside. Peter and Ned. It was kind of their thing for years. Then it became, Peter and Ned and sometimes that weird girl. Then Peter and Ned and their friend Michelle.
Peter's voice drew her attention.
"Come and hold him MJ." He beckoned her over.
She approached the bed hesitantly. "Look here!!" Peter yanked her down, and then transferred the baby over to her quickly so she couldn't run away.
The baby snuggled into MJ's arms and she smiled down at him. "He really is very cute. You make a pretty baby Parker." Peter preened and that. MJ was a very harsh judge.
"What's he called?" MJ asked, tracing that small plump cheek?
Peter bit his lip. "Roman. Roman Benjamin Parker. RBP for my precious little boy. It means strong and powerful. Just like he is and will be."
Ned giggled. "He looks happy with that."
"I sure hope so. Because I'm not changing it." Peter laughed.
"Have you told Mr Stark?" MJ asked. Peter shook his head. "May needed a nap, so Happy took her and Mr Stark back to the tower. We'll be staying there for now. May's selling the apartment. Too many bad memories." MJ nodded.
Roman chose that moment to release a very loud fart, that Peter was sure sounded too wet to be just a fart.
Ned burst into loud peals of laughter, and Roman was so startled he started crying, which set Peter into laughter too, and MJ gagged at the stench coming from the slime bomb in her arms.
"Take your son!!" She shoved the baby into Peter's arms.
"Wait, wait!!" Peter giggled, bouncing too hard with the force of his laughter.
MJ held the baby like he would blow up any second. Which if his nappy was anything to go by, he very well may do.
Tony entered the hospital room and smiled at the scene in front of him.
Peter and Ned we leaning over the baby as Peter gingerly put his son's arm into a fresh onesie.
MJ was taking pictures and video, "baby's first diaper!!" She cooed, walking closer to get a good shot.
"He's so strong!!" Peter giggled as he finally wrestled the errant arm into the hole and through to the other side. "Stronger than you look huh??" He popped the final popper, and lifted his son up to the sky like Simba and Rafiki. "I present Roman Benjamin Parker to Grandad Tony!!"
MJ panned the camera to capture Tony's shocked face.
"Grandad??!!" Tony breathed, and moved forward to pull Peter into his arms for a hug, mindful of the baby squirming between them.
"Grandad." Peter confirmed.
"You named him?" Tony also asked.
Peter nodded. "Roman Benjamin." Tony mouthed the name to himself.
"Roman."