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Plus Two – Chapter 19

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic


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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  talk of pregnancy

Synopsis:  Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire.  Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus two.

Chapter 19

After coming out with Tony and Pepper the three of relaxed into the comfort of your relationship.  It was nice not having to hide it – even when it did mean every interview involved someone trying to sneak a question in about how things worked between the three of you.  Or that occasionally there would be some trending hashtag about how you were sinners.

The three of you all fell back into work and events again, living the life you’d all lived before, only now when you each went home, it was to two people who loved you.

It was the best kind of normal you could have hoped for.  After living this life you had of fame and parties and drugs and liquor and being alone surrounded by people, now you had people who were yours and you never felt alone – even when there was no one around.  Tony and Pepper were always there in your heart, keeping your bed warm and your house a home.

For two years the three of you just enjoyed your time together, Pepper running SI, Tony building things in his lab, and you writing your music.  In the second year you released a new album with Arctic Fire and you did a world tour.  While most of the tour you were just with your bandmates, it was the first one you had been on where the call to party with them wasn’t overwhelming.  You were just as happy to go back to your hotel room and video chat with Tony and Pepper until you fell asleep.

The album won awards and you were called to both present and accept awards.  There were invitations to the Met Gala and other big-name events, and at every single one, you had a plus-two.  Going to events with Tony and Pepper on your arms gave you a kind of joy that was hard to describe.  Each time you went out publicly it was like you were telling the world that there was another way to do things.  People didn’t have to just pair off.  Love came in all sorts of shapes and sizes and no one else had a right to tell you how to be happy.

Toward the end of those two years, there seemed to be a shift in your family dynamic.  Things were good but talk of events that used to seem so far off was starting to become talk of things happening soon.

“I had a dream last night.”

The three of you were taking a run through Central Park.  Happy was in a golf cart doing laps of the three of you to keep the paparazzi away.  Even after two years of being public about the fact you were in a polyamorous relationship, they still liked to stalk you when you were doing day-to-day things.  Photos of the lead singer of Arctic Fire and Iron Man together would have sold a lot on their own.  Adding the Ceo of a Fortune 500 company to the mix only made those photos worth more.  They especially wanted to get photos of anything that looked like there was trouble in paradise.  Anything to prove to everyone that there was no way your arrangement was either real or could work.  Catching you looking bored or with resting bitch face always carried headlines implying things were over, even if every other photo in the reel was the three of you looking happy and in love.

“Was it the one where all your teeth fall out?  I really hate that one,” you asked as you kept pace with Pepper.  Tony had started to fall behind and you, and Pepper kept having to look over your shoulder to make sure you didn’t lose him.

“Slow down, slow down. I’m totally not kidding,” Tony babbled, picking up his pace so he caught up to you both.

You and Pepper laughed and she turned to face him.  “You’re totally rambling.”

“No, I’m not,” he argued.

“What’s going on?” you asked.  “I’m lost.”

He stopped running and you and Pepper dropped down to a walk.  He was clearly wanting to discuss something with you both that he thought was important.

“Look,” Tony said.  “You know how you’re having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?”

“Yeah,” you and Pepper both agreed.

“Okay, and then you’re like, ‘Oh my god, there’s no bathroom, what am I gonna do?’  ‘Oh!  Someone’s watching.’  ‘I’m gonna go in my pants,’” he continued.

“Right,” Pepper agreed.  “And then you wake up, and in real life, you actually have to pee.”

“Yes!” Tony agreed excitedly.

“Yeah,” Pepper said.  “Everybody has that.”  She looked at you as if to confirm her statement.

“Yeah.  I’ve had that,” you agreed.

“Right!” Tony cheered.  “That’s the point I’m trying to make.  Apropos of that, last night, I dreamt we had a kid.  It was so real.  We named him after your eccentric uncle, Pep.  Uh, what was his name?”

“Right,” Pepper said, nodding as you tilted your head to look him over.  He thought one of you was pregnant.  You wondered which one he thought it was.

“Morgan!” he said, snapping his fingers.  “Morgan.”

“So you woke up, and thought that we -” she gestured to the three of you “-were…”

“Expecting!” Tony finished.

Pepper looked at you with her eyebrow raised before turning back to Tony.  “Yeah.”

“Yes?” Tony said, reaching out to touch her stomach.

She shook her head.  “No.”

He looked at you hopefully.  “Honey?”

“Sorry, baby.  No baby on board here,” you said, taking his hand.

“I had a dream about it,” he said.  “It was so real.”

“We can go buy pregnancy tests to make sure,” you said.  “But I can tell you, that’d be some miracle baby.”

Pepper took his free hand and looked him in the eye.  “Did you want to try for a baby?”

Tony shifted nervously on his feet and swung both yours and Pepper’s hands back and forth.  “Don’t you think that would be great?  The three of us with a little mini us?  Raising him together.  One of you can be mommy, the other one mama or something like that.  I can be the stay-at-home dad while you both go to work.  You can teach her to play the piano.  We can move out of the city.  Get a little farm.  Like Barton.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows knitted.  None of you had ever spoken about this before.  You certainly hadn’t ever considered having kids with the life you led.  But now, if you thought about it, the idea of Tony with a baby made your ovaries hurt a little.  “You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?”

He nodded emphatically.  “Yes.  Yeah.  I mean… I’ve been home most of the time lately.  I’ve been happy.  I want – I want the next bit.  The quiet life and the family part.”

Pepper looked over at you with her eyebrows cocked.  “What do you think?  I mean… I hadn’t been thinking about it, but I always pictured having kids sometime.”

“I think we should start moving again – before the paps photograph us deep in thought and speculate that we’re breaking up again,” you said, nudging them on, and taking off in a jog.

“What?” Tony said, chasing after you and tugging on the hem of your shirt.  “What was that?  You don’t want kids?”

“It’s not that.  I’ve honestly never even thought about whether or not I want them since I was in my twenties and even back then it was just ‘one day.’  The whole overdosing and multiple trips to rehab made me put all those thoughts on the backburner,” you admitted.

“But you’ve been clean for years,” Tony said.

“I know, I’m absolutely not saying no,” you said and looked at him out of the side of your eye.  His eyebrows were knitted together and he was frowning.  “Fake smile please,” you added in a fake cheery tone.

Tony smiled and spoke through his clenched teeth.  “You just don’t seem very open and receptive right now.”

“No,” you said.  “No, it’s not that.  This just came right out of the blue.  We have never spoken about having kids in the future in any real way, and there’s so much to consider. I mean – which one of us gets pregnant? Or will neither of us?  If it’s neither does that mean adoption or surrogacy?  Neither Pepper nor I are getting any younger – no offense, Peps.”

“None taken,” Pepper said, holding up her hands.

“We’d both be considered high risk for pregnancy.  Me even more so than Pepper because of my history with drugs.  Even if it is a surrogacy – our eggs…” you sighed and slowed your pace so you could meet his eyes.  “There’s so much to consider and I don’t want to have this conversation in the park when it could get emotional and there are paps taking our photos.  Okay?”

“But it’s not a no?” Tony said, hopefully.

“No honey, it’s a ‘please god, I don’t want to read about how we’re breaking up this week.’  That’s all,” you said.

“Let’s go home,” he said, excitedly.  “Right? We can go home now.  Let’s.”  He waved over to Happy and pointed back to where the penthouse was.

“God.  You’re really excited about this, aren’t you Tony?” Pepper teased.

“Uhh yeah,” he agreed as he picked up his pace, leaving you and Pepper behind.

Tony had practically sprinted home.  You and Pepper came in a little after him, sweaty and out of breath and you collapsed down on the couch and drained the last of your water in your bottle.

“So,” he said.  “What are we talking about?”

“Well…” you said, looking over to Pepper for help.

She took a seat next to you and crossed her legs as she thought.  “There are a lot of things we need to consider,” she said.  “And not even counting the part of who are the parents, I think we have the kind of money to pave the way to have us all named as their parents.  But – we are getting closer to fifty every day.  There’s going to be a lot of risks.”

“So… so we adopt?” Tony asked.  “I’m okay with that.  I can do that.”

“You know,” Pepper said, almost as if she was thinking out loud more than talking to either you or Tony.  “I pushed back all the thoughts of being a parent when I pursued my career.  I mean, aside from you two, I didn’t even date.  It was just all work all the time.  But I think there was a time I pictured having it all.  And part of that was one day being pregnant.  I think I’d like to at least explore that.”

“Really?” Tony said, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah, really,” she said.  “I know we might have left it too late, but I’d like to talk to a fertility expert.  Assuming we’re all on board.”

She gave you a searching look and you closed your eyes for a moment.  It was so much to process so fast.  To decide immediately felt like you were being rash about the life of another person who wasn’t asking to exist in the first place.  Yet, wasn’t it a good sign that you knew right away that the answer was; yes, you did, in fact, want a family with Tony and Pepper?

“Yeah,” you said and sat up.  “Yes.  Let’s do this.  If I don’t actually have to do the pregnancy stuff, the other stuff with the two of you?  I love that.  I want to be a mama.”

Tony looked like he was about to vibrate himself right through the couch.  “We’re going to do this?”

“We’ll look into it anyway,” Pepper said.  “But if it’s not -”

Whatever Pepper was going to say was cut off, by Tony pouncing on you both.  The three of you were going to start a family and there was nothing that could take away from the excitement you all shared.


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