Tears of joy
Harry has had an exhausting day. Peter had gotten sick again this morning, his assistant had been on leave and her replacement was incredibly incompetent, he had spilled coffee on his tie and didn’t have a spare and to top it all off had been late to an extremely important meeting with some Japanese investors.
So he was unbelievably relieved when he stepped foot inside his house assuming that peter was as usual sitting upstairs making lesson plans or grading papers and assignments so he called out louder so he was heard, “Peter I’m home.”
He was surprised when he heard peters honeyed delicate lilt from the dining room saying, “hey haz, in here.” Walking the distance to his dining room ,“did you finish grading that monotonous stack of assignments where all your students copied from the same sight?” He asked with a chuckle, “I thought it would take you lon-“ his voice caught in his throat as he took in the sight in front of him.
His love had made a fabulous dinner, and set the table with beautiful candles that emanated a Elysian gold glow and served both of their favourite wine in their special Crystal wine glasses with cool designs at the bottom. The vase in the center of their wood table with a sleek finish surrounded by whit leather chairs had fresh flowers in them. And Peter himself looked divine, he was wearing Harry’s favourite dress of peters a lovely pale blue dress that accentuated his legs and made his soft creamy skin look delectable.
“What’s all this?” He asked astonished but happy. “We haven’t had a date in so long with our jobs and life! so I just thought that I’d do something special.” His heart warmed at peters response. He really did luck out in the relationship department how he had gotten this pure angel to fall in love with him he would never know. Harry smiled and pulled out a chair for Peter setting about to serve the both of them, putting a little more on peters plate since he wasn’t able to digest breakfast as of late.
Conversation flowed easily as usual as Peter regaled him with tales of his hilariously creative students. And Harry told him about this new long project he was working on at oscorp. It was to minimise wastage and safely disposing it and it was a joint effort with many other big corporations also interested in it. But, Harry noticed that Peter looked a little jittery through the night maybe he’s still feeling sick he thought.
After the lovely dinner Harry cleared the table as Peter had cooked and went upstairs to change into more comfy clothes.
When he came back downstairs wearing a plain black hoodie that Peter loved to borrow steal, and was met with Peter nervously shuffling his feet on their couch the tv show he was watching abandoned. “What’s wrong bug?” “I have to tell you something.” Peter replied stuttering as he did when he was nervous. Harry tensed after hearing those words and asked “what?” “Umm I - I have a gift for you haz.” “A gift?” Harry asked confused.
Peter silently handed him a clumsily wrapped package that was adorned with were those teddy bears!? He took the gift into his hand and slowly tore off the wrapping paper from the corner, the contents inside confused him. Peter had gotten him happy little accidents by Bob Ross and a small rectangular box. Thinking the box probably contained something related to art as the subject had always held interest for him, his breath was stolen from his body when he saw what was actually in the box.
It was a pregnancy test a positive pregnancy test! Peter was pregnant! He felt a rush of emotions all at once fear anxiety cluelessness but most of all overwhelming joy. He was going to be a father! His eyes started burning with unshed tears as he looked up at his darling omega. Seeing the anticipation and fear of his reaction written clearly on his face he immediately wrapped Peter up in an embrace laughing. “You’re pregnant?” Harry asked still laughing his happiness clearly showing in his voice. “Yeah I am” Peter said voice wavering with emotion now that all his fears were assuaged.
They spent that night in bed Harry’s arm protectively drained over peters abdomen talking about their future child. They already had a spare room they could convert into a nursery. They talked about schools and names and yes it was a little early but hey, they were excited.
Harry was extremely happy at their pregnancy but the fear of being like his father still lingered in the back of his mind. His childhood hadn’t been exactly stellar instead of carefree days and joy it was filled with fear and the debilitating need of approval from a man that was incapable of it. His mother had changed that and brought some semblance of happiness into his world. But he swore to himself all those years ago and was reminded of it now, his children would have the best childhood he could provide. He would hug them and say I love you and with Peter by his side he/she would never feel deprived. He wouldn’t let it happen.