The alarm clock squealed and crunched when Miguel punched it reflexively, he sat up with a sigh, rubbing his face. Third time this month he’s woken up like this, at this rate he was going to need to buy a backup alarm clock. Miguel rolled out of bed and grabbed the crumpled machinery, tossing it into his trash (which was full of broken alarm clocks).
Right, the alarm. He had set it as a reminder that he was back on work today. He had been dreading this, the end of his short vacation and his eventual return to HQ. His eventual return to Peter.
After the situation with Miles had passed and things were smoothed over, Peter and himself had found a.. connection. And that connection had over time formed into a close bond and relationship. Currently they were about two years into dating, and fortunately MJ was just happy Peter had found someone after they had broken up. Miguel was eternally grateful to have been accepted into their home, but that wasn’t what was bothering him.
As Miguel clicked his watch and his suit materialized on his body, a noticeable bump was visible on his stomach. One he could not hide anymore. Miguel O’fuckingHara was pregnant and already several months in. It was worse because he knew from the beginning, but every day that passed it became harder to tell Peter.
Miguel wasn’t quite sure how it happened, they weren’t necessarily careful but Miguel had been convinced he was sterile after years of HRT, not to mention his DNA being altered. But now that he was months in, it was too late to end it (not that he would’ve regardless).
Out of fear, mostly, he had been hiding from Peter. Avoiding him like the damn plague. He’d been running from everything and everyone once he started showing as well, today would be the first day he’s been to HQ in a month, and he was dreading it.
He really wasn’t in the mood to tell Peter. Not today. Not after a month of ignoring him. Not after waking up from another nightmare. Miguel reluctantly opened a portal to HQ, sucking in a breath to steel his nerves as he stepped through.
Since it was a Monday morning, practically no one was in yet. One common trait between spiderpeople was that they didn’t like to wake up early. Miguel had specifically came early to avoid a crowd (to avoid Peter-) he didn’t want anyone to see him like this.
Thankfully Miguel hadn’t run into anyone yet, but his luck ran out when he got to his office and the person he didn't want to see the most was there. Shame bubbled in his chest as he stepped inside and saw Peter at his desk, slumped on his and shaking. Was he crying? That made Miguel feel ill, he wanted to run away before he had to confront Peter, to hide in a hole and never come out.
“M-Miguel?” Peter asks between sobs he was trying (and failing) to hide. His mask was on, and had wet streaks from tears. “Miguel where have you been?”
Miguel swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing as he approached Peter slowly, looking at the ground like a kicked puppy. “Peter..”
“No, don’t peter me! You left, you left me! For a month!?” Peter seemed to be saying a silent ‘who does that?’.
“Why?” Peter choked a sob, his hands shaking as he cupped his own face. “Did I do something?”
“Peter.” Miguel starts, sterner this time. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He swallows again, trying to keep his pooling tears from falling. He felt awful for leaving Peter he was just.. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“Sorry?? Sorry??” Peter gasps in disbelief, throwing his hands in the air. “That’s all?? Sorry?” He scoffed. “No, i need more than a sorry. You owe me more than a ‘sorry.’” Peter pulled off his mask, his eyes red rimmed and teary. “Why?” He demanded.
Miguel shifted his weight uncomfortably. “I..” he lifted his gaze to meet Peter’s. “I was scared.” He breathed, blinking away a few tears. “I haven’t been honest with you and I wont-“ Miguel paused to look away and wipe his eyes. “I couldn’t face the idea of you rejecting me so I tried to hide.” He whispered.
Peter seemed pacified, relaxing a bit. “Miguel..” he closed the space between them, as if to ask why. Miguel breathed shakily, trying to compose himself, he took Peter’s hands in his own and lip squeezed them gently. “Peter..” he placed their hands on his baby bump.
Peter blinked once, then twice. “I.. don’t understand.” He said. “Are you bloated or something??”
Miguel shot him a glare, “I’m pregnant, estupido.” It had just sort of came out, like an angry snap. He hadn't realized what he said until silence filled the room for several seconds, and Miguel felt his soul sink, this is it. This was when he’d be rejected.
Miguel turned away, starting to walk away. He couldn’t take the silence.
Peter grabbed his hand, “No, Miguel- Wait.”
Peter pulled him back, “you’re pregnant, like actually?” He asks, letting his gaze drop to Miguel’s *very* prominent bump. “How long..?”
Miguel swallowed thickly and stared at the ground. “At least four months, maybe five..?”
Peter’s grip on Miguel’s hand softened. “Mig, I don’t know what to say. I thought that you couldn’t get pregnant.”
“I thought so too.” Miguel muttered. “I’m… “ he sighed. “I’m sorry for hiding this from you.” He looked at Peter, it was stupid it just got..”
Peter shut him up with a kiss, pulling the taller man into a hug. He squeezed Miguel. “Don’t be sorry, I mean, this is a good thing!” Peter grinned, holding onto his lover carefully like if he let go he’d never come back.
“It is?” Miguel asks, a little hope in his voice.
“It is. I mean, now we have a bigger family and Mayday will have a little sister or brother. She’ll be *so* excited.” Peter practically buzzed. Part of it was an act to lighten the mood, but Miguel appreciated it nonetheless.
Miguel felt a little tug at his heart when Peter mentioned Mayday. “How is she?” He murmured, the shame from leaving them for a bit coming back to bite him in the ass.
“She’s good. She missed you though.” Peter said softly, “we should go home and maybe finally move in together after work today. I mean, whew, a baby? I think we’re officially serious enough for an apartment.” He laughed, and Miguel couldn’t help but smile slightly.
Miguel shook his head, “after work we can go.” He confirmed. “I’m really behind after avoiding HQ for a while. In fact I'm surprised Jessica hasn’t come in here to wring my neck yet.”
Peter cringed, “yeaah, this place just isn’t the same without you. And by the same I mean it doesn’t function.” He laughed nervously, moving to sit next to Miguel’s computer. About a year into their relationship they added more furniture to Miguel’s office to give Peter a place to sit (too many accidents from Peter’s web furniture giving out).
Miguel brushed his knee against Peters as he sat down to log into his interface. He didn’t miss the way Peter’s eyes were on him, “yes?” He asks after a minute or two of staring.
“It’s just..” Peter sighed dreamily, “you’re so beautiful, and that baby bump reminds me of why I fell in love with you.”
Miguel blushed hot, “Peter. You cannot just say shit like that.” He grumbled, frowning to himself as he tried to work.
Peter got that self satisfied grin on that Miguel hated, and Miguel grumbled as Peter rolled his chair over to pepper kisses on his face. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?”
“No, because they know I’d murder them if they did.” Miguel stated dryly, letting his claws brush Peter’s arm.
Peter laughed, “you love me.”
“I do not.” Miguel deadpanned, then kissed Peter’s cheek. “…just a little.”
Peter whooped and Miguel shoved his chair away. “Now Cállate, I need to work.”
Peter mimicked a zipper across his lips.
Miguel sighed, he felt bad still for leaving Peter for so long and worse for doing the same for mayday. He rested his free hand on his baby bump, maybe things would be fine after-all