It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he really taught you how to love. It was a night filled with passion and undying romance. He was gentle, the most gentle he's ever been with you. Sure, he's always careful with you, but this was something else. Despite having such a wonderful night filled with love and pleasure, you've felt off ever since.

At first, you thought it was just because you felt something completely new for the first time. But then, you started to feel something was wrong. You couldn't talk with Peter about it, because he'd become a nervous wreck if he found out something was seriously the matter. So, your best bet was to go to the doctor and hear that it's either nothing or that it's something.

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You sat in the waiting room looking at a fan magazine, while the other women were knitting or talking to the receptionist. Your mind traveled back to the night. He was above you, pulling you into a sweet lip lock, his lips trailed down your body, making sure there wasn't an inch of you that he didn't kiss. Then, he stopped at your belly, and closed his eyes and kissed tenderly. The thought made your eyes widen.

"Y/n L/n, the doctor will see you now," you stood up and flattened your skirt before following the lady into the room.

The doctor smiled at you and confirmed that you were expecting.

"Are you a married woman?" You knew it was a scandalous thing in this day and age to be unmarried when expecting, so you lied, "yes."

"Good, good. The baby does look to be just fine, congratulations."

"Thank you." You stood up and exited the office. When you got down to the car you felt an insane amount of guilt, you just had to wait until Peter got home to talk about it.

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He got home at around 7:45 in the evening. It was dark out, you'd hoped he had eaten at the studio commissary, you tried to eat but felt sick any time you caught the whiff of food. You laid down in your bed and fiddled with the ribbon on your nightgown. Staring at the ceiling. Sure, you wanted to start a family but not now, Peter was still working a lot, and surely didn't have the time to be a father. You two hadn't talked about that yet.

Peter was still downstairs, hanging his coat in the hall closet and stepping out of his shoes. He saw the lights were all off in the house except the one in your room, the bedside lamp illuminated a path for him to follow.

He took each step carefully, you shifted under the covers with each padded footprint. You felt his presence, slowly looking towards him at the doorway. He smiled tiredly, moving to close the door behind him.

"Hello darling, I'm home!" He cheered and grabbed his pajamas from the top drawer of the cabinet. He stripped of his tee shirt and slacks, buttoning up his nightshirt and pulling on the matching pants. Even in the dark, he was incredibly handsome.

"You're awfully quiet," he commented, switching on the lamp on his side of the bed. He sat down next to you and leaned on his elbow.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. You finally met his eyes.

"Peter, something happened today, something serious."

"Oh dear, are you hurt?" His eyes filled with worry, you shook your head.

"No, nothing like that. It's just something we've never discussed before. You see, when we had that night two weeks ago," you looked away, he began to connect the dots in his mind.

"Oh my, are you saying you're expecting?" You nodded.

"I've felt odd the last couple weeks, today I went to the doctor to confirm it." He placed a comforting hand on your arm.

"I know it's an inconvenient time, with you working and all," he shook his head, running his fingers through your hair.

"Oh darling, you've given me a wonderful gift. We must wed soon, and give this baby a proper home to come into."

"Do you really want to marry me? Or are you just saying that for the baby's sake."

"Darling I've wanted to marry you since I first laid eyes on you." You could tell he was honest. Speaking from the heart.

"I love you Peter,"

"I love you too," he lowered himself down to your belly.

"I love you also, little one," he whispered and pressed a kiss over your clothed stomach. It couldn't have gone better. He pulled you into an embrace, one filled with emotion and safety.