Christmas Miracle - Tony Stark (Day Six)
Summary: Babies come on their terms, and it doesn’t matter the time, holiday, or place.
Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader
Word Count: 1,539
Warning(s): pregnancy, peeing in a cup, swearing, birth, etc.
A/N: This is my entry for The Avengers’s Writing Contest hosted by @mightyshieldevans and @webslingerholland. I hope you both enjoy it! :D
You stood there in shock. On the counter of you and Tony’s shared bathroom were three pregnancy tests, all of them being positive, ‘What if Tony leaves?’ ‘What if he doesn’t want this baby?’ These were just two of many questions on your mind.
A knock on the bathroom door alerted you someone was on the other side. “Y/n? You in there,”
‘Thank god it was only Natasha’ you thought. “You can come in,”
“You okay? Tony asked me to check on you,” You glanced at Natasha and sighed. You turned your eyes to the tests on counter, and slid one over to Natasha. “Are you serious? You’re pregnant?”
“Seeing that I took three tests and they all came out positive, yes I’m serious,”
“Are you going to tell Tony?”
“Yeah, I am, but I need confirmation on being pregnant,” You said, throwing the tests in the trash. You walked towards the door of the bathroom, but not before turning back to the red head, “I don’t want to tell him I’m pregnant and not actually be pregnant.”
“Fair enough,” Natasha followed you med bay. Once there, you see Helen at her desk filing out what you assume was paperwork. She glanced up, and saw you standing there with Natasha.
“Need something checked y/n?”
“No, but I do need your help something,”
“What can I assist you with?” Helen said, raising an eyebrow. She observed you, concluding that there was nothing wrong you externally. “You look perfectly fine on the outside, so what’s the problem?”
You gulped, “There’s a strong possibility that I might be pregnant,” Helen’s eyes widened in shock.
“Yes, three all of them coming out positive,”
“So you need a confirmation?” You nodded your head. “Alright, come with me.” You followed her into a different room. She grabbed a small plastic cup of out the cabinet and handed it to you. “As gross as this may be, I need a urine sample. The bathroom is right over there.” You grabbed the cup from her and walked inside the bathroom. You have done this before, so you had issue with peeing in a cup. You washed your hands, and handed the cup over to Helen once leaving the bathroom.
“How long is this going to take?” You asked. The sooner you knew, the sooner you could tell Tony.
“It shall only take a few minutes,” Helen immediately got to work. You gave Helen a weary smile, and sat down in chair. So many things were running through your mind, making you anxious. Tony tended to avoid things that needed special attention, or required him to be responsible.
Sensing your nervousness, Natasha placed her hand on your shoulder, “You know, if you’re really pregnant, you can name it after me,”
“Nat, you already have Clint’s son named after you,”
“Can’t blame me for trying,” The doors of the med bay opened, and Bucky walked in with Sam, who was clutching his side.
“What happened?” Natasha wondered.
“The idiot thought he could handle sparring with me. He took his eyes off me for a second, and I punched him directly in the ribs,” Bucky helped Sam sit in the chair next to you. “What are you here for y/n?”
You was about to say something, but Helen answered for you. “She’s here because she’s definitely pregnant. Four weeks to be exact.” The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
“Tony’s the father, right?” Bucky asked, clearly shocked.
“No, I had a hot and steamy affair with Steve,” Your voiced dripped with sarcasm. You stood up, “Of course Tony’s the father. I wouldn’t want anyone else as the father than him, even though he’s a self-centered asshole.” and thanked Helen as you left the room. You knew Tony would be in his lab with Bruce, so you made your way there.
Walking in, “Hey Tony, can we talk?”
“I’m a little busy. Can it wait?”
“No, it can’t. It’s really important,” Tony flat out ignored you. Rolling your eyes, “Tony, I’m pregnant.” Tony stopped what he was doing, and dropped whatever he had in his hands to the floor. You could visibly see the color drain from his face.
“You- You’re pregnant?” Tony stuttered.
“Yeah, I took three pregnancy tests earlier-”
“I didn’t want to believe the first two,” You stepped in front of Tony and placed your hands on his face, brushing his cheek with your thumbs. “Helen just confirmed it, I’m four weeks.”
“What if I’m not a good enough father? I don’t want to turn out like my father,” Tony confessed, while your heart broke. Everyone makes Tony out to be an egotistical, narcissistic asshole who only thinks about himself and that may be true at times, but he still is human.
“Tony, you will be a good enough father. What to know how I know? It is the way I see you taking care of Peter. Although you will not admit it, I know you love the kid and want him to do well. So I don’t ever hear you doubt yourself again.”
Tony sighed, and placed his buried his face in your chest. It took a while for Tony to get used to the idea he was going to be father. When you started showing that is when his excitement really peaked. He told everyone from the avengers (minus Natasha, Bucky, and Sam) to other agents in the building. He even held a press conference to tell the world he was going to be father. Needless to say, he is excited.
It is Christmas day, and the baby is due anytime now. In fact, your past you are original due, which was December 18th. When you went past your due date, you and Tony began to worry. Helen reassured you both that its very common for some women to go past their due date, and not to worry about it and your body will be ready when it is ready.
“Hey Steve, Natasha,” You say, stepping onto the elevator. The avengers were having Christmas dinner together in the dining hall.
“You look miserable momma,” Natasha rubbed your belly with her hands. At that moment, you grabbed Natasha’s shoulder and squeezed. “Are you having a contraction?”
“No,” Natasha was not convinced. “Okay, yes, I’ve been having contractions since 10, maybe 11 pm last night.
“You didn’t think about telling anyone!” Steve raised his voice. “We need to get you to med bay,” As soon as Steve said that, the elevator slowed down before finally skidding to stop. Just when you think it cannot get any worse, it does because shortly after, you felt a gush of water in between your legs.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You mumbled under your breath, while sliding down the wall of the elevator.
Natasha got on her knees, joining you in the floor. “Steve, see if you can pry to doors open. Friday, it is an emergency! We need Tony and Dr.Cho here ASAP!”
“I always thought I’d give birth in a hospital, or a bathtub, not an elevator,” You let out a chuckle. Seconds later that chuckle turned into a long, low groan.
“Listen to me y/n; you’re not going to give birth in this elevator,”
“There’s nothing you can do stop this baby. Its coming, and its coming now,”
“Where in the hell are Tony and Helen?” Natasha shouted.
“We’re both here,” Tony and Helen slid through the opening of the elevator (to which Steve opened just enough for them to come in one at a time). Helen, who is at your feet, lifted up your dress and was shocked to see the top of the baby’s head coming into view.
“Well, looks like we’re delivering this baby here,”
“What? You sure we won’t make it to med bay, or our room?”
“No, Tony. This baby is coming, and I can’t stop it. Natasha come down here by me, and Steve take Natasha’s place.” Helen looked up at you, “Y/N, this is going to be painful since you didn’t have any pain medication, but I’m going to need you to push, okay?” You nodded and bore down, holding it for ten seconds.
“That was a good push y/n. You only need a couple more just like it until the baby’s here.” Another contraction came, and you did the same thing. You let out a breath, “Stop pushing for a minute so I can clean out the mouth and nose.”
You were exhausted, and wanted this over. “I know you’re tired, but I need one more small push.” You push down lightly, and felt a release of pressure. Soon, you heard a loud cry.
“It’s a boy,” Helen placed the baby in your arms.
You smiled, and turned your head towards Tony, “He’s our Christmas miracle.”
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to name him Howard Anthony Stark.” You were in such a state of euphoria that you did not even look at the baby. He had a thick mop of dark brown hair and big chocolate brown eyes. He was spitting imagine of Tony.
“You can name him anything you want,”
And it was at this moment that Tony’s heart grew three sizes! lol Anyway, that was day six of the twelve days of Christmas oneshots.
