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Miles wakes up hungover and plastered to Hobie’s side, the latter of which was not uncommon. 

He was completely sore and covered with love bites, although Hobie was not unscathed either, his back, arms, and sides, all littered with long scratches, light burn marks, and bruises. Miles smiled lazily, squirming out of the sweltering blankets and stretching out his stuff joints. His legs were pleasantly wobbly as he dragged himself into the shower. The hot spray was therapeutic, and he admired the litany of marks on him in the slowly fogging mirror. His scarred over mating bite was red and itchy with numerous bites and the rough pattern of Hobie’s fingertips. 

Except for the turning nausea, the morning after his 21st birthday was incredibly plain. 

And the persistent milky smell on him. 

Wait. 

-

“I knew I shouldn't have let you go!” Rio threw her hands in the air in exasperation, “‘Jeff, you need to let him grow up, he’s an adult now Jeff-’ I should’ve listened to your father!” 

“Mami…” Miles whined, “I know we used protection, we always do,” 

“Obviously something went wrong in your-your-your intoxicated haze!” She shouted. Jeff still sat stock still in his seat, staring off into space. He finally rubbed his chin in thought as he slowly turned to Miles. 

“Are you… do you want to keep it?” He asked numbly, the words leaving his mouth slowly. Miles looked at his stomach, mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words. 

“I don’t know…” he breathed, voice high pitched, “I mean? I graduated early, I’ve already been recruited by six agencies. It’s not like I can’t take care of it but… it’s so soon,” 

He trembled with a sob, gratefully tipping into Rio’s lap and she sat next to him. She stroked his head, murmuring soft comforts to him. 

“Does Hobie know?” She asked gently. 

“No, he sleeps like a rock so he didn’t hear me leave,” Miles blinked through his tears, “I texted Gwen to come over but she’s busy till later today,”

“Whatever you decide Mijo, we’re here for you,” Rio leant over, kissing his forehead. Jefferson stood from his chair, taking the empty seat on the couch beside him. 

“You’re destined for greatness Miles, we know that whatever you decide, we’ll make it work,”

-

Gwen climbed through Miles’ window that afternoon, expecting another meltdown over the newest episode of Sick Ties, the telenovela series they’d been watching lately, but she was greeted with the scent of anguished omega and… 

“Oh my gosh,” she flopped on the bed next to where Miles was curled up in a ball, “you’re pregnant,”

He groaned into his pillow, curling tighter around it. 

“But your heat isn’t even… how ?” She blinked, dumbfounded. 

“I looked it up,” he muttered, “apparently if we fuck hard enough, close enough, it’ll take regardless, and judging how both of us look under our shirts and the time of month? it was enough,”

“Huh. So you get horny when you smoke,”

“Gwen this isn’t the time to be joking!” He whined, shoving his nose into the alpha’s shoulder, “what the hell am I going to do? What’s he gonna say?”

“You haven’t told Hobie yet?!” She exclaimed, comfortingly rubbing his shoulders, “Miles, he’s going on the 3921 mission in two weeks! We have no idea how long it’ll take,” 

“I know…”

“You have to tell him before then,” 

“I know,”

“Miles, this isn’t a lifetime movie, you can’t just not tell him and let him come back to you showing or a fucking baby,” 

“I know I know I know!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up, “and I can’t just get rid of it without telling him I mean- that’d be fucked up,”

“I mean, you could?” Gwen shrugged, “he’s your mate, but in the end it’s your body, you get the final say,”

-

“Miles,” Miguel snapped, bringing Miles’ attention back to him, “what’s going on with you mijo? You’ve been out of it these past few days,” 

“Uhh, it’s nothing. Just feeling kinda off,” Miles scratched his neck where the scent patch blended with his dark skin. 

“Ah, that time of month? We’ll put you on a lighter assignment then,” Miguel nodded, scrolling through the list again. 

“Thanks Tio,” Miles smiled, grateful for Miguel’s understanding. He nodded, turning back to the screen,

“Here, help with disaster cleanup on 138,” Miguel sent the assignment to Miles’ watch without a ping, missing the way Miles froze when he said it, “the workout will help with the cramps,”

“Um, yeah ok,” Miles stuttered, chewing the inside of his cheek to keep from begging Miguel to reassign him. There was no way around it other than to explain and Miguel would be pissed about an interdimensional baby. 

Fuck. 

A part 1610, part 42, part 138 baby? Can you put a wristband on a clump of cells? Would the baby be ok as long as he wore his watch? Why was he thinking like he was keeping the baby? Was he keeping the baby?

Miles' head swam as he made his way to the cafeteria, absentmindedly following a familiar scent trail to Pav and shoving his way into the other omega’s arms. 

“Miles? Is something wrong?” Pavitr asked worriedly, but Miles just shook his head, wrapping his arms around the older man tighter, “are you sure?”

Miles looked up at him and pulled his best puppy dog eyes, “will you pretty please cover my mission for me? Please Pav?” Pavitr tipped his head to the side in confusion. 

“Sure? Where to?” 

“…138,” Miles mumbled. 

“Ohhh,” Pavitr’s eyes widened, “are you avoiding Hobie? Are you having a tiff?” He gasped dramatically, “you’re not breaking up right?!”

“No!” Miles exclaimed, frowning deeply, “I don’t…. Think so?” 

“Shit, that bad?” Pavitr rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, “wanna tell me what happened?” 

“Depends,” Miles raises an eyebrow suspiciously, “you gonna gossip? Because you can’t gossip about this Pav, I’m serious,” 

“I promise!” He nodded, crossing his heart and lifting his hand. 

Miles lowered his voice leaning into Pav’s ear, “Hobie pupped me,” 

“HE WHAT!?” Pavitr screamed, both of them almost falling as he jumped up in shock. 

“Sshhhh! Only Gwen and my parents know!” Miles hushed him, hyper aware of the eyes looking curiously in their direction. 

“And not Hobie?!” He whisper-yelled, “ohhh this is my fault I knew letting you leave high was a bad idea,” 

“Just please cover for me?” Miles pleaded. Pavitr sighed, nodding slowly. 

“Just this once, but you’ve gotta talk to him bro,” 

-

“Hey is Peter here?” Miles stood awkwardly on the Parkers’ doorstep, fidgeting under Mary Jane’s gaze. She welcomed him in quickly, and the moment he stepped through the door, Mayday was sprinting out of her room and slamming into him. 

“Miles! Miles! You’re here!” She cheered, pulling herself up his legs like she was still a toddler, “I missed you!”

“It’s only been a week!” He laughed, beaming up at her as he spun her in the air, “did you get taller? You feel like you got taller,” 

“Hey Miles!” Peter pulls him into his arms, “It’s been what? A week? I never see you anymore kid!” He noticed the worried face MJ was making then, smile falling slightly as he looked between them, “May honey? Go get ready for bed, brush good and Miles’ll be the blue cat again,” 

Mayday dashed off, the quiet sound of the water running floating from the back rooms. Peter sat him down at the table, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

“What’s going on kid?” he asked worriedly, “you know you can tell me anything right?”  

Miles nodded, scratching at the scent patch on his neck, peeling the sticky bandage away. Peter’s eyes widened as the scent hit him, dropping his face to his hands with a groan.

“Oh god, I’m a terrible mentor,” 

“It’s not like I’m 17 Peter, I’m an adult,” Miles joked, “I don’t know how to tell Hobie, or if I’m gonna keep it really,” 

“Oh geez kid, that’s- that’s something,” Peter said, still in shock, “Your parents know?”

“Yeah, and Pav and Gwen,”

“So everyone but Hobie?” he raised an eyebrow, “didn’t Miguel just assign you to-”

“Pav took over for me. Miguel thinks I’m in preheat and avoiding exercise,” he explained sheepishly.

“You lied to Miguel O’Hara?” Peter paled slightly, “oh geez, and your first thought was to rope me in?”

“Peter!” 

“Kidding, kidding,” he chuckled, pulling Miles into a tight hug, “it’s gonna work itself out kid, I promise,” 

Miles buried his nose into the Alphas’ neck, breathing in his calming scent. 

“Miles!” Mayday interrupted their conversation while holding a green and yellow book with rainbow cats on the front, “Blue cat! Blue cat!” 

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Miles paced back and forth, anxiously gnawing on his thumb. He was 21, an adult, looking for his own adult home while working an adult job and saving the world on the daily. But he was barely 21, had barely lived away from home, and was saving the world on the daily. 

And of course, he needed to tell Hobie. He stopped pacing, anxiously looking at the phone on his desk before starting to pace again. Was it even safe to have a baby? Would she glitch on 1610? On 138? On 42? On all of them? The research- if you could call the concepts he had been working on research, was very early in development and definitely not safe to try on an unborn child- and he had no idea what the child’s potential multidimensionality would mean for his body. Would she survive if she glitched? Would it hurt him? 

And he needed to tell Hobie. Miles muttered under his breath, rubbing the sticky lines left on his neck from the scent patches. Hobie was also the father of this child, he might want it, or not want it, or potentially stop wanting him . He was entitled to his opinion of course, and he always had an opinion. 

“Miles!” Rio called from the living room, “I have to run to the hospital for a while, they’re understaffed again. Will you get groceries if you’re up to it?”

“Yeah ma! I got it,” he called back, sighing deeply as the front door closed behind her. Miles replaced the scent patches, throwing on his headphones and heading out himself. Part of him wishes he told her that he would stay in bed.

Arms full of groceries in flimsy paper bags, Miles’ spider sense barely had time to go off before he slammed into a familiar chest.

“Hobie! Hey! Hobieeee, my good friend and loving mate, hello!” he rambled nervously, “what brings you to my part of town?” 

“What?” Hobie raised an eyebrow, frowning down at him, “I can’t visit my mate?” he said simply, taking one of the grocery bags from Miles and motioning for him to walk ahead. Miles panicked the entire walk home, praying the scent of pregnant omega would be new enough and dissipate before they got back. 

They were strangely quiet the entire walk home, then again while putting away the groceries, then again as Hobie sat on his bed and he awkwardly stood by the open window. Hobie sighed, crossing his arms as he leant back against the wall, legs laid across the middle of the nest

“You’ve been avoiding me,” 

“N-no, we’ve both just been bu-”

“Miles,” he cut him off, looking up at the younger man, “you know I love you, right? Fake as all that shit is, you’re different yeah? I’d do anything for you- fucking die for you Miles, kill for you if you asked,” 

“Yeah, I know,” Miles said softly, taking a deep breath, “and I feel bad for doubting you, I know you love me,”

The omega straddled Hobie’s lap, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You done dodgin’ me then?” he asked hopefully, nuzzling his nose against Miles’ collarbone, “been almost a week,”  

“Yeah,” Miles whispered, thumbs caressing Hobie’s knuckles before pulling the alpha’s hands to his neck. Hobie titled his head to the side in confusion, pinching the corners of the scent patches. Miles nodded slightly before stretching his neck to give him more space. He watched Hobie’s expression as he peeled the bandages off, milk and honey scent quickly filling his nostrils. 

“Oh,” he said dumbly, leaning forward to breathe deeply against his scent gland, “Oh fuck, hey hey hey, wait, wait,” he cupped Miles’ cheeks, pressing their foreheads together as distress stuck to the sheets and air around them, “that’s ok love, it’s okay just- do you? Fuck… when?”

“My birthday…” Miles trailed off, watching Hobie’s reaction worriedly. 

“Fuck, I knew those condoms wasn’t shit, fucking dollar brand fucking condoms,” he cursed, muttering into Miles’ shoulder.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Fucking course not!” Hobie furrowed his brow, “I’m not soft in the head, takes two to tango n’ allat,” 

“So… what do we do?” Miles trails off.

“Do you want to keep it?” Hobie asks seriously, “I mean, we’d have to figure out where we’re gonna live most of the time, homebase y'know? They’d have a deadbeat dad, off fighting the system ‘stead of working a 9-5, less you need me t-”

“No!” Miles cut him off, “I would never ask you to do that, being Spiderman is a part of who you are,” Hobie slipped his hand under Miles’ shirt, brushing his hand over his stomach.

“This could be a part of who am I too,” 

“Is that… what you want?” Miles said breathily, “It’s soon, for both of us, I know, and I know that we could , but do we really want this? And do we want it now?” 

Hobie looked up at the ceiling, tilting his head to the side, “it would be fucking fun,” 

“And exhausting, and expensive,”

“And confusing, and terrifying,”

“And it might end up like Mayday,”

Their eyes met. 

“Maybe we should talk to Margo about it first, it is an interdimensional baby,” Miles stared into the wall beside them, “it could be dangerous, we don’t even know how possible it is,” 

“And then? What’s the point if we don’t want it? It’d be unfair to ask someone to live up to Mayday Parker, she’s got Mary Jane, two dads, and fifty aunts and uncles,” Hobie said thoughtfully.

“Grandad Peter, cool cousin Mayday…” Miles said absentmindedly, “Auntie Margo, abuelito Miguel…” 

“Aunty Gwen, uncle Pav,” Hobie continued, “Aunty Penni… dad,”

Miles fought back a smile at the idea of someone calling Hobie dad. 

“We could have a baby,” he offers.

“We could have a baby,” Hobie breathes. 

-

Margo kicked her legs over the arm of the couch, legwarmers sliding against the old fabric as she scrolled through Weebbit and jamming out to .paak while Pav flipped through his magazine next to her. 

“Any idea what Hobie called us for?” she asked absentmindedly, tablet whooshing as she sent a meme.

“Hobie’s the one who called? Gwen just dragged me here,” he joked, blinking quickly as it registered that Hobie called an emergency team meeting. Margo noticed him tensing up and raised an eyebrow. 

“You know something,” she accused, a smile breaking out on her face, “spill the beans!”

“No!” Pav jumped up, crossing the clubhouse quickly, “I promised Miles I wouldn’t say anything!”

“So you do know something!” 

“What!?” Pav squeaked, hiding his face in his hands, “no!”

“What do you know Pavitr?” She asked excitedly, “you know you wanna tell me~” 

“I AM SURE MILES AND HOBIE WILL TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT THEY WANT TO TELL YOU WHEN THEY GET HERE!” he spoke robotically, raising more suspicion.

“Wait, Miles? What does Miles have to do with it?” Margo raised an eyebrow, “Hobie called us here, not Miles?” 

“AHHHH!” Pav yelled, curling up in a ball and muttering to himself.

“Alright alright, quit grillin’ my man Pav,” Hobie chuckled as he waltzed into the room, arm slung over Miles’ shoulders, “we’ll explain it, although I’m a bit hurt Pav already knows,” 

He looked down at Miles as the shorter man shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. 

“Know what?” Margo asked insistently as Gwen flopped down on the couch next to her, “Someone please let me in on what’s going on?” 

“Well,” Miles shifted from side to side nervously, scratching the scent patch on his left, “remember how we all got high at Frimox’s on my birthday?”

“Yes?” She encouraged him, “and?”

“Well, the morning after I was kinda hungover and… a little pregnant,”

“Oh. my. Gosh.” she groaned, “when I joked about you beating teen pregnancy, I did not mean…”

“It wasn’t about that!” he laughed, “it wasn’t on purpose, really, but…” 

“We’re thinking of keeping it,” Hobie finished for him, “as long as it would be safe,”

“Really?” Pav bounced excitedly, “I’m gonna be an uncle!?” 

“ If and only if it’ll be safe for both of them,” Hobie stressed, “If there’s any risk to Miles or the baby, we’re gonna go back to our original plan of adopting in some years,” 

“Hmmm,” Margo muttered to herself, already deep in thought, “we’ve seen how Miles’ DNA plays out with having 42 venom in him, but that doesn’t make him stable there either, I’ll need samples from both him and it’s cells before we can decide whether it’s safe and what we can do before then,”

“Wait wait, but how do we know it’ll stick? Like, what if things change between now and when it’s born?” Gwen thought aloud, “the venom doesn’t glitch in him, and right now the baby isn’t a baby yet- it’s just a clump of cells. What if things change when it’s actually alive?”

“It only takes 8 to 16 weeks for the baby to get to that point, it’s safe to have an abortion past that, so I’m not too worried about it,” Margo said thoughtfully, “I’ll test it a few times between now and then and I’ll also see if there’s anything I can do past that,”

“Past that?” Hobie asked absentmindedly, playfully pushing Miles onto a loveseat and laying across his lap, “like, if it’snot safe?”

“The!” Miles exclaimed, “the implants!”

“Ooh, that’s right, we did start working on implants,” Margo nodded excitedly.

“Implants?” Pav questioned, shrugging as Hobie looked at him in questioning. 

“You guys are busier than us, we didn’t end up planning far enough to decide to bring you in,” Gwen laughed nervously, “they’re like the daypasses, they wouldn’t let you travel anywhere but it would keep you stable in other universes,” 

“It would be good for kids of spiders and people who the watches aren’t convenient for,” Margo explained, “and since the tech isn’t specific, they could potentially stabilize someone from, say, two universes,” 

“So…” 

“So let’s get to work!” She clapped her hands together “ya girls about to be an Aunty!”