Outnumbered

“Kid,” Tony whispers from his place in the line of groomsmen, kicking his heel softly. “You okay?” “Y-yeah,” he whispers, not wanting to take the attention on the altar away from May. May’s always made everything about Peter. Always. And that fact only intensified after his type one diabetes diagnosis three months ago. But today? Today is about May. About Happy. About the two of them choosing each other and being happy together, and Peter has done everything he can think of to keep his diabetes and his tendency to be an absolute klutz from interfering with that fact. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces, the small crowd cheering as May and Happy kiss. Peter smiles and claps, feels his body sway a bit and blinks his eyes as he steadies himself. He’s fine. Dexcom says he’s fine. He's fine. The second the wedding party enters the coolness of the air-conditioned venue, he grabs a glass of water, but it shakes in his hand, splashes a bit on the floor. For what isn’t a blood sugar issue, this sure as hell feels like one.

To my lovely readers: This story is extremely personal to me for many reasons. My intent with this story is not necessarily to solely provide entertainment, but rather to ultimately serve as a therapeutic outlet for both myself and my readers. That being said, this story will have a running theme regarding chronic illness, and yes it will be recurring, because in reality chronic illness never actually goes away. My hope is that if you decide to take this journey with me, you will take that into consideration before commenting. This fic is also nearly completed and therefore I am not looking for plot suggestions at this time. Thank you for taking the time to read this note and I hope you enjoy the story!