I thought he would be excited about becoming a big brother. This wasn't exactly planned, but he still should've been happy?
"Um...Friday where is Peter?" Pepper asks her
"Peter is on the roof"
"What? Is he alright?" Wanda asked nervously
"He was exhibiting symptoms of a panic attack moments ago. His heartbeat has become stable once again" Why would he be having a panic attack? If anything I should be the one freaking out
"Well that's not completely unexpected" Sam said sadly
"What do you mean Sam?" Bruce asks him gesturing him to continue
"I've worked with people who suffers from PSTD, I've been studying psychology my whole career. What Peter is going through makes sense. It's not uncommon with older siblings. He probably feels that you two will pay less attention to him once the new baby comes and it doesn't help that Peter was adopted. That baby will be your flesh and blood. You two need to go talk to him" He explained
I've never heard Sam say something so wise. I knew he was practically a therapist, but that is not I what expected.
"He's right. Peter needs to realize that he won't be forgotten"
I'm both Pepper and I immediately walked out of the room and to the elevator. She held my hand as the elevator slowly took us up.
"Maybe we should've talked to him first. I don't want him being upset. He is going to be a big brother, and I want him to be happy"
"He will be. It's just like Sam said, he probably doesn't feel like he will belong anymore" I knew Pepper was right, she always was
Once the elevator opens, I see Peter sitting on the edge of the helicopter pad. He is still dressed in his pajamas, and it's the end of December. He must be cold. Pepper stayed near the elevator not wanting to stand out in the cold for long.
"Petey?" I asked walking behind him
I could see his body shift, so he knew I was here.
"Yeah?" He asks and I could see his body starting to shiver
"Can we talk to you inside? Spiders don't thermoregulate, and I don't want you outside" It was fucking December, and I really didn't want to stay out here
"It's not so bad" He whispered
"Peter please come inside. Your mother is worried and she shouldn't be out in this weather, especially now" I begged him, ignoring the hoarseness in his voice, he was obviously crying
He finally stood up and held his arms to his chest. I tried to put my arm round his shoulder, but he flinched away from me and moved faster towards the elevator.
The elevator ride down was quiet and I hated watching the tears fall down his cheeks. Once we reached the penthouse we all walked in the living room and sat on the couch. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Pepper finally decided to speak.
"Can you look at me please?" I could see him still crying, but he looked at Pepper anyways
"I know you feel upset now, and I understand. But just because we are having another baby doesn't mean we will forget about you. You are still our son and our first born. We love you no matter what. A baby won't change that" She started to run her hand through his hair, which was always a quick way to calm him down
I felt terrible. Peter has always been my son and I never wanted him to feel like he wasn't loved. No kid would change how much we loved him.
"Kid, no matter how many kids we have, just because you are adopted, doesn't mean we will love the baby more. I don't want to hear anything about you being an orphan, or any of that shit. I know that's what you're thinking. We brought you into this family because we wanted you, and we still want you in it" He turned and looked at me, and I wiped the tears off his cheeks
"We will give the baby more attention, especially in the first few months, but that doesn't mean we love you any less. Blood doesn't make family. We love you and we want you to be a big brother" He leaned his head against my arc reactor and I hugged him
"So you won't love the baby more than me? You will never want them around more, even when I disappoint you?"
Like he could ever disappoint me.
"No. We have enough love in our family for everyone, and you have a group of people downstairs, who will also be there. You are not alone and you won't ever be alone"
"I really love you guys, and I want to love the new baby. Things are going to change and I'm just nervous. One day you could just decide I'm not as important" I definitely understood that, I was trying so hard not to fail Peter, and now we're having another kid
"That will never happen. We love you more than anything. Hell, I'm nervous too. I've never taken care of a baby. But as cheesy as this sounds, we have each other. Everything will be alright and I know you will be an amazing big brother. Whatever gender, they will love you" He finally stood up and wrapped his arms around Pepper and I could a smile start to appear on his face
The next few months will be hard, but everything will be okay, and I knew that. I was excited.
"Now how about we go back downstairs and finish celebrating Christmas with our family? I'm sure you still want a chance to kiss Wanda under the mistletoe?" I asked him hoping to change topics, and I could tell it worked because of how red his face got
"Dad!"
6 1/2 months later....
Peter's pov
Wanda was holding my hand tightly knowing how nervous I was. I tried to block out the sounds of mom screaming, but it was hard especially with my hearing. It was probably worse knowing she had to deliver a couple weeks early.
Eventually it all stopped. I stood up and I looked down the hall. The baby was here.
I stood there and waited for dad to walk out with the news. I was scared and really nervous. I wasn't the only child anymore, but mom and dad loved me and I knew that. A baby wouldn't change how much they loved me. Sam told me that more times than I could count within the last few months.
"Peter? Are ready?" Dad walked towards me and held out his hand
I looked around at everyone and saw smiles on their faces. Wanda places a small kiss on my cheek and I took his hand. I got this.
He led me down the hall and over to moms room. I walked in to see mom looking extremely exhausted, but she looked happy. Sweat was covering her face and her hair was tied in a messy bun. She was smiling and holding a small bundle wrapped in pink blankets. I had a little sister.
"Come here sweetie. Come meet your little sister. Morgan May Stark" Mom whispered rocking the small bundle in her arms
She was so small and perfect. I had a little sister and I already knew I would do anything for her. I couldn't believe they named her after May.
"Want to hold her?" Mom asked me
I held out my hands and dad walked over and helped me hold her. I placed my arm under her head and I could see her open her eyes. Her eyes looked just liked mom's, she was practically her spitting image. She was beautiful.
"I know the next few months will be hard, but we love you and you will be an amazing big brother" Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I could tell he was crying too
Hopefully things won't change too much, but I know they will. But at least she adorable. My little sister.
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-Hello everyone! Unfortunately, this is the end of my book. Thank you all for sticking with me through this. Turns out quarantine was a good time to write and post a new book, so I hope you enjoyed. ❤️
-For those asking, I MIGHT write a sequel! And I will let you know if I do.If I do, It probably won't be out for awhile.
-But I do have a One Shot book out now! Please check it out 👇🏼