B/c ILY

Probably didn't expect an update this quick. >,<

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"How long have you been sick?" Tony asked, placing the back of his hand on Peter's forehead.

"I dunno," Peter mumbled from his position laying down on his bed. Tony pursed his lips as he looked down at his son.

"Okay, well get some rest. I'll come back to check on you in a minute," Tony said making his way to the bedroom door. Peter chewed his lip nervously.

It was now or never.

"Wait, Dad," he called out, sitting up on his bed. Tony returned to him, sitting in front of him on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Tony asked.

"I, um, I ran out of my pills," Peter started, looking into his lap.

"That's okay. I can order you a refill," Tony said nonchalantly.

"No, Dad, I- ugh."

Peter was struggling to find the right words, confusing Tony.

"Do you feel weird when you don't take them? Does it hurt?" Tony asked.

"No, I ran out a long time ago."

"What? Pete, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you and Pops have been fighting and I didn't want to-"

"Pete, look at me," Tony said cutting him off. Peter slowly raised his head, meeting his dad's matching brown eyes.

"I know Pops and I don't always agree, and I'm sorry you have to hear our stupid, little arguments. But I love him and you with all that I have. I don't want you to ever think I'm not there for you."

Tears threatened to spill from Peter's eyes at his dad's confession. That was just the courage boost Peter needed to calm his nerves.

"I'm sick, Dad," Peter said miserably.

"What hurts?"

"Everything."

"Peter," Tony said sternly. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to," Peter said suddenly, a sob tearing from his throat. Tony was shocked my this sudden outburst.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and  threw his arms around his dad's waist, face buried in his stomach to avoid his gaze. Tony could tell this was serious as he rubbed his son's back encouragingly.

"Peter? You didn't mean to what?"

"I had sex with someone at the party. I didn't mean to, honest! I had too much to drink and I didn't even remember what happened-"

"Wait, wait," Peter sat up to look at his dad while he was talking, "You had sex with someone while you weren't taking your pill?"

Peter chewed his lip nervously before nodding slowly.

"Fuck. Peter, are you...?"

Peter nodded again.

"Dammit, Peter! What the hell is wrong with you?" Tony snapped, standing up.

Peter shied away, pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie nervously.

"Do you know what this means?"

Peter gritted his teeth in anger. Of course he knew what this meant. It meant everyone's lives were ruined because the scrawny, gay boy got pregnant, but Tony didn't think Peter really knew. He didn't think Peter knew the half of it.

"It means I'm pregnant," Peter snapped back. Tony sighed.

"Peter," Tony said calmer now, "Come here."

Peter sniffed, picking himself up off the bed. His legs carried him over to his dad as he dried his cheeks with his sleeve.

Tony embraced his stressed out son and Peter hugged back gratefully. In all honesty, Tony was scared for his son. Yet, he could hardly find it in him to be upset at his close-to-perfect son's carelessness.

He couldn't when he remembered the way he, himself,  got pregnant.

"I'm going to help you with this, son," Tony whispered. Peter hiccupped and nodded into his dad's shoulder.

Tony blinked away the tears that clouded his eyes. He didn't want to scare his son by telling him he has less than 50% of surviving the pregnancy, just like Tony did.

"You should get some rest," Tony said now. Peter nodded slowly in agreement. His head was pounding and he would surely he fall over if Tony wasn't supporting him.

"It hurts, Dad," Peter whined like a child, slivering under the covers.

"I know. I'll get you some painkillers, okay? Just stay in bed," Tony stressed.

Peter groaned and response and Tony slipped out his room to the kitchen. His own head was throbbing at this point so Tony used as minimal light he could searching for some painkillers.

He heard the front door open and close softly. Tony's jaw ticked in anger as he slammed the medicine cabinet closed, forgetting that he was in a dark kitchen with only the hallway light illuminating it slightly.

Steve turned on the kitchen light suddenly, flooding the room with fluorescent, bright light and making Tony's headache worse.

"Whoa, Tony. You scared me," Steve smiled slightly, "What are you doing sneaking around the house this late?"

"Well, Steve. There's sneaking around and there's sneaking around," Tony said nonchalantly, but Steve could feel the anger in his voice.

"Tony, for the last time, I am not cheating on you," Steve exasperated.

"Then why the hell do you always come home hours after your shift ends?" Tony snapped, gripping the bottle of painkillers in his hand.

"Sometimes I just need to get extra work done!" Steve shot back, angry at how dramatic his husband was being.

"Extra work that involves that your stupid partner Bunchy?"

"It's Bucky."

"Oh, so your defending him now! Are you going to handcuff me too, Officer?" Tony drawled sarcastically.

Steve just stood there, too mad to say anything he would regret later.

"You know what? Forget it. I'm going to go make sure my son is okay before going to bed. Good night."

Tony turned on his heel to leave when Steve shot out and grabbed his arm, whirling him back around to face him.

"Ste-mhpm!"

Steve smashed his lips onto Tony's. Tony's eyes widened before slowly closing and melting into the fiercely loving kiss. Steve didn't seize the kiss until he felt Tony relax against him.

"I love you," Steve said when he pulled away.

"I know," Tony breathed against his lips. Steve had to take a step away before it drove him crazy. He already wanted to take the smaller man right on the counter.

"No, you don't know because you keep doubting me. Just because I'm working a little harder to support my family and doing my favorite job in the world does not mean I'm cheating on you. Nor does it mean in trying to avoid you," Steve explained carefully.

"You used to work on your favorite job right there on the dining room table. Remember that?" Tony asked softly.

"Yeah, and do you remember what happened that night I came home with that really big case?"

Tony's ears tinted pink, but a smirk still made its way to his lips as he said, "Yep, you fucked me right against that wall. Such good times."

"Yes, they were. But I never got any work done at home because of you."

"It's not my fault I'm irresistible," Tony grinned cockily. Steve's face reddened slightly.

"It's not just that. It's Peter, too. He'll always be telling about school or just about random stuff. Then, you would join in and suggest a whole family movie. And I always agree because I can't resist you guys. I love you both so much."

Tony smiled softly, taking Steve's hand.

"Come on, babe. Let's go to bed."

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Boom.

*drops the mic*