Tony Wants To Believe It Was Wrong... It Wasn't
"Take that off. What are you?"
Tony had desperately wanted to answer with the truth, but that would make the situation even worse. And it wasn't good to start with.
Tony and Pepper had just been settling down with each other. There were some things that they were still getting used to, like Tony's tendency to avoid things until the last minute and Pepper's ability to coerce Tony into boring work somehow. But they still made their relationship work.
Until Tony's past caught up with him.
It had been beautiful out.
Tony had taken Pepper out for a ridiculously pricey dinner, then made their way back to Tony's mansion to have sex.
As they were arriving back at his mansion, though, Tony noticed something. Well... three somethings.
Three large boxes sat in front of his door.
"Did you order something?" Pepper asked confused.
Tony shook his head and called Happy. "Hey, look, I know it's your night off-"
"Yeah? So, what are you doing calling me, boss? I thought you weren't allowed to call me for anything, even if the world was ending?" Happy reminded him, sounding annoyed.
Tony tried to sound as apologetic as he could, but right now was not the time for feelings. Three suspicious packages showed up in front of his mansion. For all Tony knows they could be dangerous. "I'm sorry, Hap, but we both know you were just watching 'Downtown Abbey'. Look there are a few suspicious packages in front of the mansion. Can you gather a bomb squad?"
There was a slight pause. "Sure, boss. But can't you just get the suit and take out whatever is inside?"
"I don't want to call the suit and have it accidentally set off what's in the boxes. I'm not even in the house."
"Ok, ok, I understand, but what about-"
Before Happy could finish, both Pepper and Tony turned toward each other remembering the same thing. "J.A.R.V.I.S."
Tony hung up on Happy and turned J.A.R.V.I.S. off silent mode (he had been lecturing Tony about his safety again). "Hey JAR, I need you to scan the three boxes at the front door and tell me if they contain bombs."
J.A.R.V.I.S. did as he was told and scanned them, detecting no bomb, but three life forces. "Sir, no bombs are detected, but-"
"Thanks, JAR. Must just be some fan mail or something." He told Pepper turning J.A.R.V.I.S. back on silent.
Tony and Pepper neared the boxes before realizing the second clue to what was inside. Holes. Breathing Holes.
"Please tell me a fan did not leave me with animals." Tony prayed.
Then the third clue, the sound of a baby crying.
"That sounds like..." Pepper started.
Tony cut her off, "Most animals make high-pitched noises." He reassured himself and Pepper. "It's probably just another wild animal that a fan sent me."
"Tony it really sounded like-"
"It's an animal!" Tony insisted.
J.A.R.V.I.S. cut in. "Actually sir, I believe Ms. Potts-"
"Don't say correct, Jar." Tony shook his head, trying to allow the reality of this situation to sink in.
"-precise."
"Well fuck."
Dear Tony Mr. Stark Iron Man Stark,
I know you don't remember me. That's fine. I don't remember most of my hookups either... except well you... because you were... you. And apparently, the two of us together make two very fertile human beings. Or something. I don't know... I failed biology.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. The reason I'm writing is that I'm a drug addict. Okay, that's not the real reason, but it's the reason I had to get in contact with you. I would've never talked to you again, except as you can probably tell, I got pregnant. Triplets. Ha! Yeah, I'm not kidding. Look, my drug problem has gotten out of hand, and as much as I love my kids, I know I'm not what they need right now.
You just need to... I don't know.... I don't know how this stuff goes. Look if you don't believe me, you can do a paternity test. Whatever. If it's wrong or you just don't want to keep the kids, that's fine. You can call a foster agency or something. Please, whatever you do though, please make sure my girls are okay.
Your drug addict, one-night stand,
Kimmy
PS: The girl's names are Abby, Annie, and Allie. It should say it on their boxes, but just in case you didn't see it or something.
The first thing that Tony did, was a paternity test. This was not the first time someone claimed they were pregnant with Tony's kid and it probably wouldn't be the last.
Unlike the other tests though. This one came back positive.
"Double fuck." Tony sighed and looked at the three sleeping babies. It took three hours to quiet all of them down.
Pepper had been a saint and picked up some baby bottles and diapers and some other supplies Tony might need until he decides what to do next. He really didn't know what to do. He couldn't give the kids over to foster care, he'd seen the many news reports and stories about it, but he couldn't raise a child. He just couldn't! He'd be terrible at it. His father was and his father before that.
A sharp cry interrupted his thoughts. He looked over at the babies to see which one was the breaker of silence.
The three small ('small was an understatement' Tony thought) babies had been placed on guest bed and were surrounded with pillows to make sure they didn't fall off the bed or roll over ('could babies this young even roll over?') into their siblings.
The baby, Tony recognized as Abbie, had scrunched up her little fist and face before letting another cry get loose.
"Don't cry." Tony begged. "I just got your siblings to sleep." He picked Abbie up and bounced her in his arms. Slowly, she calmed down. Her cries becoming soft hiccups and her eyes closed.
"Tony, the adoption agency wants to know if-"
Tony cut Pepper off. "I want the keep the girls. I know I'm not the most responsible person and I'm not the best person someone could have as a father, but I love them and-"
It was Pepper who cut Tony off this time. She grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Thank god, because... I love the girls too and I know they aren't mine and it's fine if I just become some sort of aunt role or... or..."
Tony pulled Pepper in for another kiss. "It is your decision on what kind of role you want to have in the girl's life."
"Take that off. What are you?"
Father to three amazing little girls and loving boyfriend to the love of my life.
"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."