#peter3

At 19 weeks, all of the Peter’s planned and joined you to find out the gender of the baby. Peter 3 was the only one that cried when you found out it was a baby girl.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m so emotional-”

You hated to admit it, but you were slowly falling for Peter 3 during this whole pregnancy. He seemed to care the most. He took care of you the most often and never complained. All Peter 2 and you did was seem to argue when he was at your apartment. Peter 1 was sweet, but he mostly spent his time with you studying or trying to overcompensate for not being there as often as the other Peter’s.

“Good morning!” you heard from your apartment door. You recognized Peter 3’s voice immediately. “Just wanted to check on you before work,” he said, placing down his bag and sticking his head into your bedroom.

You were laying in your bed, your sheet clung to you outlining your large stomach. “Glowing as always,” Peter 3 said, going to your kitchen to make you breakfast. “What would you like this morning? Eggs? I can make some pancakes on the fly but I’m not sure how good they’ll be but-”

While he was talking to you from the kitchen, you attempted to get out of bed. You would use your headframe to pull yourself up, and then roll over so you could kneel on the floor and use the bed to prop yourself upright. You were only in a long, oversized shirt and a pair of underwear. When you got on your knees to get up, you felt a large splash of water hit your legs. “Oh FUCK!” you yelled. You heard Peter drop a pan in your kitchen and the floor creaking as he ran to your side.

“What? What is it? Oh,” he said in a panic, noticing the liquid on the floor. “Help me,” you whimpered. Peter helped you off the floor and into his arms. “I-I think I’m in labor.” you cried.

The most scary thing about this whole pregnancy for you was the actual realization that you were going to be pushing a whole human being out of your vagina. Childbirth was terrifying.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Peter said, rocking you in his arms. “Do you have your to go bag ready? I remember we started putting it together but-” “Yeah I finished it with Peter 1,” “Great. Where is it?” he asked, helping you sit on your bed. “On my dresser in the closet,” you said, rubbing your back. You were taking deep breathes, already feeling tiny contractions forming in your lower back. “Okay, cool. Let’s just rest for a minute. Let me make some calls.” Peter 3 said.

He called each Peter individually and told them to get their asses to the hospital.

“CODE RED! I REPEAT, A CODE RED!” he yelled into the phone. “Yes, she’s in labor Peter! You don’t need to shout. I’m leaving work now.” Peter 2 yelled back through the phone.

Peter 1 hadn’t even woken up for classes yet, and was woken up by the sound of his phone blowing up. “She’s what?” you heard him yell through the phone, followed by a large crashing noise. “I’m on my way,”

“Okay Y/N let’s go!” Peter 3 yelled, bag in hand. “Peter?” “Yes,” “Can I have some pants maybe?” “Oh, yeah. Duh,”

He grabbed you a pair of sweatpants and helped you get into them. He then put your hair up into a clip to help you feel better. It was June and the heat in New York City was grueling.

You waddled to your elevator and struggled to keep moving. “Just a couple more blocks until the subway station-” “Subway station? Oh god, Peter we don’t have time for that. Where is your car?” you said panting, just getting over another contraction. “It’s in the shop!” “Your cars in the shop when your girlfriends about to have a baby?” you yelled. “Girlfriend?”

Shit.

“Yes, get over it and let’s just go.”

Peter started moving people out of the way, making way for you. “Move it people! My girlfriend is in labor!”

He brought you to a back alley and started throwing his clothes in his work bag. Of course, he had his spidey suit on under it. You were taking deep breathes, leaning against the brick wall. “You are not swinging me to the hospital.” “Would you rather give birth in a alley?”

You groaned, holding on to Peter for dear life. This definitely wasn’t safe, but it was the most efficient method. The adrenaline rush of flying through the air got rid of any thought of your contractions. He was extra carful to set you down at the hospital entrance, keeping his Spiderman ruse going. “Nurse! Help! There’s a lady in labor!” he yelled, webbing himself on top of another building. He changed his clothes and climbed down the backside of the building and caught up with you in the hospital.

“What room?” the nurse asked. “Y/N L/N,” “Relation?” “Boyfriend,” “Name?” “Peter Parker,” “Alright Mr. Parker, room 607.”

He rushed in the room and met you already hooked up with monitors and in a gown. Peter 2 was at your side, making sure you had everything. “He beat me? Really?” Peter 3 said out of breathe. “I swung here buddy,” “So did we!” “Any word on other Peter?” Peter 2 asked, sitting back in a chair sipping a cup of hospital coffee. Peter 3 checked his phone. “He’s on the train but no guarantee he’ll be here any time soon,”

You groaned, grabbing the sides of your stomach. Both of the Peter’s ran to your side. “You got this,” Peter 3 said, arm around you. The contraction passed, and Peter kissed the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he smiled. “Oh, so you two?” Peter 2 asked, pointing between the two of you. “She self declared herself as my girlfriend today,” Peter 3 said proudly. “Yeah, yeah. Today isn’t about you,” you panted, feeling another contraction hit. “Fuck,” you muttered and a nurse came in.

“Oh my god,” the nurse gasped, running out of the room. “What? What is it?” you yelled. You attempted to look yourself, but then again, you haven't seen your toes in about 4 months. “God Dammit Peter, look!”

Both of them looked up in shock. “No way!” they said almost in synch. The doctor came in, and assessed the situation. “Well, she’s almost here.” the doctor said, changing into her gloves. “What? I’ve only been in labor for like, an hour!” “Sometimes babies come fast. I can’t control it.” the doctor shrugged, calling in more nurses. “You have to administer an emergency epidural,” she ordered one of them.

The nurse came in with the needle, and Peter 3 dry heaved. “That is an epidural?” he yelled. “Peter shut up, your scaring me.” you whimpered, trying to ignore the stinging pain into your spine. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.”

They laid you back down, and had you start pushing. “Where the hell is Peter 1!” you yelled through the pain. You were holding each Peter’s hand and squeezing for dear life. “He’s coming, I promise.” Peter 3 said.

“A few more pushes mom!” the nurse exclaimed. “Goddamit you Peters! Fuuuuck you all! Look what you did to me,”

Peter 3 started to get visibly upset. “Hey, Pete! She doesn’t mean it.” Peter 2 said, trying to build his confidence back up. “Yes I fucking do!” you yelled, taking another deep breathe and pushing as hard as you ever have. You felt the thing exit you and heard the door swing open at the same time. “OHMYGOD!” Peter 1 yelled, running back into the hallway. Peter 2 left your side to go aid Peter 1 who was currently throwing up in a trashcan.

But that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She was here.

You had already thought of a name, but kept it a secret from all the Peter’s.

June May Parker.

June was the month she was born.

May was after their Aunt’s.

And June and May just sounded too perfect together.

“Who’s the father?” the doctor asked. Without even answering, they scrubbed up Peter 3 and handed him the scissors. “You want me to- oh- please be carful with that, it was expensive.” he gasped as the nurses removed his watch and belt and put him in scrubs. June started crying, and Peter snipped the umbilical cord.

She had a loud cry, but you didn’t care. She was placed on your chest, and you were a mess.

Peter 3 stood waiting for your consent to come near. To be fair, you were cussing him out a minute ago.

“Pete,” you sighed, looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your daughter. “Look,”

You pointed to her distinct nose, almost a perfect match to Peter 3’s. “Oh- oh my god,” Peter 3 cried. He put one hand over his mouth trying to contain his cries, and the other on your daughter. “June,” you smiled. “June?” he asked. “June May Parker.”

June was taken from you and cleaned. They swabbed her for DNA, then swabbed all of the Peter’s.

“I gotta admit, she really does look like Peter 3,” Peter 1 sighed. All three of then and you were standing in front of the glass window that showed you June. They were all waiting for the test results back, even though you already had a good idea of who the father was.

“You know, I’m glad Peter 3 is the dad.” Peter 2 said. You scoffed a bit. “Thanks?” “No, really. He was the most involved. He was always there, he seemed to care the most. He deserves it,” Peter 2 said, Peter 1 agreeing. “Hey, thanks man.” Peter 3 said as Peter 2 patted him on the back. “I got to say, I’m happy im not a college dad.” Peter 1 laughed. “Yeah, I’m happy my baby daddy isn’t in college,” you laughed.

All three of the men who had taken care of you during your pregnancy hung around your shoulders. Peter 3 had his arms around your waist, head resting on your neck. You all three were staring down at the beautiful wonder of June. “Thank you guys,”

“For everything.”

June was taking a nap on your chest with you when the results came in. The nurse handed them to Peter 3, carful not to wake you.

Peter 1- 0.092% match

Peter 2- 0.00023% match

Peter 3- 98.29102% match

“What does it say?” you asked groggily, awaking from your nap. “98.3% chance of me being June’s dad,” Peter 3 smiled. He walked over to his new family and smiled. “This is all I could ever ask for,”

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