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Dinner’s In The Oven

Dinner’s In The Oven

Tony Stark X Pregnant!Reader

Prompt(s) from anonymous: Tony x reader where tony is super busy working on new designs in his lab and the reader hints at being pregnant but tony is too busy and oblivious until he puts the pieces together?? Thanks love!

Note(s): This is so freaking cute!! After that clip in the beginning of Infinity War, I know that Tony would be so excited to have a child with the love of his life. I tried to make it fluffy, haha. Enjoy, dearies!

Warning(s): Fluff.

Word Count: 1,105.

(y/n) bit their lip and looked down at the test in their hand for the fifth time. They worried that perhaps they’d read the sign wrong, but nope, there it was, still as clear as day. Positive, it told them.

Without a doubt, as told by the three other discorded tests, (y/n) was pregnant.

J.A.R.V.I.S., ever vigilant, picked up on (y/n)’s anxiety. He knew the way they paced and bit at their lip when something was bothering them. Knowing that Sir would appreciate him stepping in, he said, “(y/n), it would be a good idea to infirm Sir. I believe he would be quite overjoyed at the news.”

A smile managed to grace their lips. Grateful, because J.A.R.V.I.S. knew them so well. “Yeah? I certainly wasn’t going to keep it from him. Any idea how to tell him? He’s down in his lab working right now. Almost nothing can tear him from that.”

“In everything that he does, you are his primary reason. I recommend walking down and sitting him down for a talk. He’d listen.”

(y/n) rolled their eyes but knew that the AI had a point. With a word of thanks, they headed for the elevator. Just the minute ride down to the lab was enough to work up their nerves again. Seeing Tony, however, running from hologram to hologram, soothed every fear that plagued their heart. 

“Hey (y/n)!” Tony called, sparing them a glance before he rushed over to another hologram. There was a fiery spark in his eye. It seemed he was going hard at his current project. 

“Hey honey. What are you working on?”

The grin on Tony’s face widened. “Nanotech! It’s going to be the next step in advancing the Iron Man technology.”

(y/n) hummed as they leaned against the closest worktable. Their stomach brushed against it’s surface, and just the thought of the baby growing inside them brought butterflies swarming again. Good butterflies, though, they knew.

“When can you take a brief break? I’d hate to tear you away from something urgent.”

Tony waved his hand in dismissal. “I can take a break in like, five minutes. I just have to finish polishing the design. Hey, do you know what we’re having for dinner tonight?”

A flicker of an idea formed. Tony liked puzzles, right? And he was obviously still obsessed with working, running around as he talked. If they just dropped a few clues, he’d get it eventually. (y/n) smirked to themselves as they pretended to think over dinner ideas. 

“Uh, I don’t know, but we should make something nice and big. You know, I’ve been so hungry recently. It’s almost like I’m eating for two, haha!”

“You have been eating a lot recently,” Tony mused. “You’ve also been eating some weird combinations, but hey, who am I to argue? Some people are eating pineapples on pizza of all things. Wicked souls!” He tisked, albeit teasingly. 

“I have been eating some weird stuff, huh? Some things just taste good together, you know? Sometimes they make me nauseous though. It’s been happening to me randomly throughout the day.”

That wasn’t a lie. The random bouts of sickness were what had drawn (y/n) to take the pregnancy test anyways. Tony was convinced that it was food poisoning from the combinations. He argued that some foods just weren’t meant to go together. Pregnancy made much more sense, however.

Tony chuckled as he typed away on one of the various computers around the room. “It’s almost like you’re pregnant, (y/n)!” “Seems like it, huh?” They laughed, knowing that he was mere millimeters from the truth. “Could you imagine that, Tony? Waiting to becoming a father, picking out names while we wait, designing a baby room. You’d be so excited when they’d arrive, to have them follow you around the tower.”

Tony hummed, thoughtfully, as he closed down two holograms. He wondered towards the next few to close them too. (y/n) could spot the fond smile that tugged at his cheeks. “Have I told you about those daydreams that often?” 

“Perhaps,” (y/n) said. They furrowed their brows, suddenly doubting something. They glanced over towards their husband as he finished closing down every hologram. “You’d be excited if that were to become a reality… right?”

“Of course!” Tony said, sounding only slightly offended. Finally, he brought (y/n) in for a hug and peppered their face with kisses he meant to give them as soon as they’d come down. (y/n) giggled when he nosed into the juncture of their neck, pressing more kisses where he could. 

(y/n) ran a hand through his hair. Well, it was either now or never. Willing their hands not to shake, they pulled his forehead to theirs and pressed a kiss to his lips. When they both parted they whispered, “So what if I told you I had a bun in the oven for dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked. Then blinked again. A gigantic smile spread over his face as everything just seemed to click.

“Wait… for real? Like, for real for real?”

“Yes!” (y/n) laughed. Tears welled up in their eyes as it finally hit them. They were pregnant. They were going to have a family with Tony. A beautiful child made by the two of them. It was real and happening and no longer a daydream they told each other about. 

(y/n) squealed as Tony picked them up and twirled them around the room. He pressed more and more kisses to (y/n)’s lips, who reciprocated likewise and wrapped their arms around his neck. He was rubbing his hands over (y/n)’s stomach, compulsively, as though he were in a trance. His brown eyes were wide with both disbelief and utter excitement.

“When did you find out?”

“Just a few minutes ago. J.A.R.V.I.S. said I should just come down.”

Tony purred as he placed another kiss on (y/n)’s lips. “I knew I could always count on him. Would you like a celebratory dinner, my darling? Take-out, movies, and cuddling on the couch while we look up names?”

“Tony Stark, that sounds wonderful.”

The inventor picked up his pregnant spouse without hesitation. J.A.R.V.I.S. ordered the take-out as the happy couple settled in for a night of research and cuddles. In eight short but torturously long months, all those daydreams were going to come true. For the both of them, it was most definitely a dream come true. 

It was bad, you didn't stop crying, you began to struggle to breathe, your vision fading and they had to call an ambulance. John stayed back with Simon, making Gaz ride with you in the ambulance, but you were delirious, gasping out Simon's name again and again.

John sat Simon down, "We're gonna get Makarov."

"Won't make it peaceful." Simon said gruffly.

"You have her to look after, can she really handle you being deployed again?" John looks at Simon intently. "I'll have Laswell set something up, but Simon-" He looks solemn. "-Laswell, all Laswell said is that she is hanging on by a thread. A fucking thread."

On solo missions, Johnny would be your company when Simon was deployed, he was fiercely loyal to Simon, therefore to you too. But now he's dead, and that bubble of hope, that it wouldn't be any of them, popped. Reality breaking you.

Simon rubbed his face, taking off his balaclava, "I love her, so much."

----

At the hospital, you were sedated and coming to wasn't fun, you were so groggy, so exhausted.

"Hey." Your eyes turned to the side to see Kyle.

"Kyle?" Your voice coughed out. He nodded, leaning forward.

"You had a panic attack, you stopped breathing." Your eyes are glassy, head achy, you nod slightly. "Should I call Simon?" Your heart rate spikes.

"Yes." You gasp out, all you can think is 'is he alive?' and your chest tightens.

----

When Simon comes in with John by his side, you gasp out in relief. "Simon."

"I'm here," He sits next to you, brushing hair out of your face, stroking your face. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"It's nothing compared to what you've been through Si." It grates him, it's technically true, but that's not fair to compare your issues to his.

"So? What, you gonna not tell me? Your heart nearly gave out? What, leave me to come back and find you dead? That it?" He hisses. It's the most talkative he's been, his eyes squint in anger. "I fucking love you."

Kyle and John leave the room.

"Sorry." You murmur out. Simon shakes his head.

"We'll sort something out until Makarov's dead." He presses his lips to yours.

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