Next day

After a night of forgettable sex for Mary Jane with her husband Peter Parker, MJ did appreciate being at home, in her own bed, with all the comforts and discomforts of their tiny apartment. Peter was already up and moving around, but after the past couple of weeks all MJ wanted to do was to stay in bed.

"Wake up sleeping beauty," Peter said as he opened the curtains, letting in the bright daylight to MJ's sensitive eyes.

"Oh god... Peter... please no... let me have 5 more minutes hun," Mary Jane pleaded as she lifted her blankets over her head. She mumbled out after, "How about 5 hours more?"

"No no no... early bird gets the worm MJ... plus, your wonderful husband has a surprise for you," Peter persisted.

MJ thought to herself *I wish my wonderful husband was better at pleasing me in the bedroom* but thought that was a bit cruel and shook her head. *Unfair. He's trying right? God, I wish I could've at least had one orgasm last night.*

Under the covers, secretly bemoaning having to get up, Mary Jane tugged them down to see what this surprise could be.

Peter was standing there with breakfast ready for his wife. He had scrambled eggs and toast, a cup of coffee, and a daisy in a small vase all on a tray for her to eat in bed.

"Ohh Peter," Mary Jane said as she smiled and looked at the wonderful gesture he did for her.

As she looked at the food, she bolted up right away.

"Oh no," she murmured before running off to the bathroom, passing Peter and his food immediately.

*Blllleeeechhhhhhhhhhh*

Peter just looked down at his food and commented, "Geez... I don't think my cooking was that terrible."

Mary Jane, her head still stuck in the toilet bowl, just waved her arm back at him.

"No hun... just not feeling that well...." followed up by another sound.

*Blllleeeechhhhhhhhhhh*

After she was able to stop and compose herself a bit more, she grinned at Peter, "I think I must've picked up a bug on the trip... might've been some bad food on the plane ride home. Let me get cleaned up and I can join you in the kitchen."

Peter nodded, "Welll alright hun... I'll just put this on the kitchen table for you then. Hope you start feeling better."

MJ turn on the shower and removing her pajamas stepped inside. She quickly cleaned herself off, scrubbing with her loofa and getting lost in her thoughts.

*Fuck* she thought, *I hope that this isn't what I think it is. I mean... I haven't been taking my pill regularly. I kind of lost track for a couple weeks there but could I... could I be...*

As she was about to complete her thought, the familiar *Ka-Chunga* *Ka-Chunga* *Ka-Chunga* sound from the pipes chimed up. She was hit with a mega blast of icy cold water.

"SHIT!" yelled MJ as she jumped out of the tub, her body still half covered in soap.

"For fuck's sake Peter! Can we get the pipes fixed in this shitty place!"

She was yelling more for herself than anything else. Peter had heard her complaints about their apartment for a while now and nothing seemed to have made any effect to change that fact.

It wasn't the best start to her first day back from a dream working vacation. She was already wishing she was on another photo excursion to anywhere other than here.

After Mary Jane was able to fully clean herself off and get dressed for the day, she exited their small bedroom and witnessed the catastrophe in the kitchen. While it was nice that Peter was willing to make breakfast for her, he apparently was unwilling to also clean up his mess. There were cracked eggshells on the counter, dirty pans everywhere, a sink full of dished that needed to be cleaned, the floor was a mess.

MJ just *sighed* and took a deep breath. She started to fix the issue without bothering her husband who was actively playing a video game in the living room.

After addressing the kitchen mess, she walked into their living room. She must've not noticed it when she came home last night as Peter took her to the bedroom for sex as soon as they opened the door, but it was also a pig sty. It was as if this was Peter's bachelor pad again with potato chip bags left opened on the coffee table, dirty clothes strewn on furniture, sand and dirt on the floor from Peter's Spidey adventures.

Mary Jane again took a deep breath and started to clean up again.

"What's your plan today, Pete?" she asked with an armful of dirty clothes.

Peter was entranced by his video game where he was playing as Spider-Man, swinging around, catching bad guys.

"Not sure... maybe swing around, catch some bad guys..."

This did not sit well with an infuriated Mary Jane Watson-Parker.

"Oh? Not looking for a better, higher paying job? I mean come on Peter. It's like you're still a goofy teenager. We're married and you just swing around life without a care in the world. Jesus!"

Before Peter could even respond he was immediately cut off.

"Well.."

"No Peter!" MJ started back up, "You have no responsibilities, no goals. We live in a... a... a dump! And... and... you are fine with it! I make the money, and you have issues with my job. You hang out late nights... sometimes not even coming back for days. I just have to... what? I have to just accept all of this?!"

Mary Jane had enough. She dropped the armful of clothes back down to the floor. Walking to the small entryway to their apartment, she grabbed her coat and purse.

"Well, the adult in this relationship has adult things to do. Bye Peter."

She slammed the door hard. *BOOM*

Peter was left dumfounded in his apartment as he got up and started to clean up.

Mary Jane just shot down the stairs and went for a long walk heading towards Central Park. She thought she needed to just get her mind settled down. There was so much going on at once. She felt overwhelmed. Was she mad about Peter? Her situation? Or the possibility of a new baby being a part of it all? Or maybe all of it.

Was it all adding up?