Harley you annoying amazing b*stard
Peter went to the the Oscorp medical wing (Harry refused to entertain the thought of going anywhere else) the next day along with his husband. What the doctor said both delighted and scared him, he looked at Harry’s face filled with the same emotions his eyes crinkling with mirth and smiled bright and shining. They were expecting twins! Two kids!two.
4 months into peters pregnancy:
Peter was ecstatic he was going to be a mom honestly, but morning nausea was the worst. And to add to that personal piece of his hell he had unconsciously created one for his darling hubby as well, pregnancy cravings. His devoted husband had decided that whatever Peter wanted he would personally make sure Peter got. Peter had taken that statement to heart and never hesitated to make demands whenever he wished.
He remembered the time he wanted more of the pad Thai they had gotten for dinner and full on sobbed when he saw he had finished all of it. His overly loud crying had awakened Harry and he had come out all worried and concerned wrapping his arms around the little omega sobbing on the couch. He also remembered how pissed off he had been at Harry for laughing loudly when he explained his predicament. But he knows now that Harry’s supportive and he’s a little crazy sometimes.
His sweet love had bribed the chef to prepare him food and driven the whole 45 minutes both to and fro because no amount of money had persuaded the chef to deliver. He had been soo happy his face lit up as he peppered Harry with kisses and thanked him relentlessly. That was only the first of many incidents of peters cravings and Harry’s indulging him.
6 months into peters pregnancy:
He looked like a whale, was the only thing that went through his mind as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a bright yellow floor length floral patterned dress that accentuated his baby bump with beige ballerinas with a bow that had a black border on top (heels were a bit too much for him to handle right now). But he thought it was perfect for the occasion.
He was meeting with Harley who was visiting in London with Steve for some SI event that tony wasn’t attending, and he hadn’t told him about the new additions to his family. He thought the baby bump was enough to figure it out though Peter reasoned. So, he sat at a table in a lovely little cafe him and Harry frequented ever since moving there,alone since Harry had this emergency at work and was going to be there later.
He of course understood but couldn’t help the slight Pang of annoyance that hit him, that waste minimisation oroject was stealing his husband! “a chocolate croissant and hazelnut coffee with cream as usual Pete?” Asked Patrice the lovely waitress who had been working here for what seemed like forever, “yes please patty thank you.” He called out sweetly.
He checked his watch 2:30 and sighed twohours late he didn’t even feel bad about ordering he was bloody starving. After several calls to his infuriating brother and a disappointing text from Harry saying he was stuck in office for a little longer. Just as he was preparing to storm into that godforsaken building to get his alpha his phone rung.
“Hello” he said taking the call “are you Peter stark-Osborn?l “yes” he replied a little confused and apprehensive “brother of Harley stark?” “Yes” Peter said sitting up straighter in the comfy cushioned cafe chair “well he’s been in a motorcycle accident and we need you here to take care of the formalities we’re the Xavier hospital on fifth avenue” “what!? Of course I’ll be right there.”
Peter was losing his mind driving way faster than recommended and probably breaking a couple of laws but honestly he didn’t care. His idiotic brother had gone and gotten on a motorcycle with an overconfidence that suited well only on the stark wild child, without actually knowing very well how to ride one! His brother over the years had become something akin to a renegade. Going to parties getting drunk and high, bringing random omegas home and disregarding every rule under the sun.
He got to the hospital in record time running up to the front desk saying Harleys name receiving a Curt nod of acknowledgment and forms to be filled out along with a room number. Harley had apparently been unconscious when he was wheeled but but the actual damages were minimal to what could have happened . He had a fractured left hand a gash around his chest that required 9 stitches and heavy bruising.
He was crying softly and running his hands through Harleys hair. He had already called Harry and told him doing his utmost to not breakdown on the phone. Harry was under enough stress already. After his crying tapered down eventually he kinda wished he hadn’t told his alpha to not rush the meeting and assured him that he was fine. Because currently he felt the opposite of that.
Peter got up for what seemed like the millionth time to pee(babies playing kickball with his bladder).
He was about to sit back down to ease up on his aching ankles when the door opened and in came a tall man with broad shoulders and defined muscles. Blonde hair shining in the sun and warm eyes soft and comforting.
His pops was standing right there in front of him. He hadn’t seen his father in 6 years and -and he couldn’t pinpoint the emotions coursing through him because there were simply so many. His eyes welled up and his fathers followed “papa?” He said calling him with the name he hadn’t used since he was 10. His pops didn’t respond verbally but rushed forward and gave him the best hug he had ever received. He was in his fathers arms again! He felt safe.
Steve looked at his baby boy all grown up and he couldn’t do it anymore, he rushed up to his child and embraced him. 6 years of pent up emotions came pouring out of him as he sobbed into his baby’s hair. After their long hug Steve separated them but kept his hands on peters shoulders so he could look at him properly. He noticed the streaks and longer hair but his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he looked at his sons midsection. He had seen that bump too many times to not know what it is.
His eyes welled up once again the second he realised what was happening. He was going to have a grandchild! He was going to be a grandpa! He drew Peter back into a tight embrace and asked him in Steve’s mind the most important question, “are you happy honey?” “I am papa. I’m really happy.” “Then that’s all that matters.” Steve said completely genuine because it was true.
Harley as if on cue chose this exact moment to wake up “p….po..pete ?” He said still clearly exhausted from his little daredevil stunt. “Hey harls.” Peter said stroking his cheek “damn bro u got fat.” Harley Said slurring his words and delirious. Both Peter and Steve laughed as Steve caressed peters stomach with wonder and delight.
”I’m having twins pops.” The Cheshire grin on his face said all that needed to be spoken He hadn’t felt this complete in a long time. And he intended to greedily soak up every minute of it.