Eddie Brock x Spider-Woman/Batsis! Reader
Part of: Spiders and Bats and Symbiotes, Oh My!
Contains: Pregnancy and descriptions of its various symptoms. This takes place after they get married!! Venom’s lines are written like this Fluff, Angst!!!
There are very few things that can surprise him now, after bonding with an alien symbiote, marrying his arch nemesis, and giving up his life of crime.
But the two pink lines staring at him do surprise him.
“Are you sure?” He stammers, sweat building on his forehead as he stares at the white test in his hands.
Sure about what? Why are you sweating? You are becoming gross.
Venom continues his interrogation but Eddie can’t focus on that, too busy thinking about you and the baby growing inside you.
“I still need to go to a checkup, but all the tests I took were positive.” You confirm, smiling sheepishly.
Positive with what? Is she sick? Is she dying?
“I’m gonna be a dad?” You nod at his question, biting your lip as he cheers, “I’m going to be a dad!” His arms wrap around you, picking you up to spin you around with a whoop.
He sets you down, keeping his arms wrapped around you as he kisses you deeply. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You giggle, pressing a hand against his chest to steady yourself. You’ve been having dizzy spells recently, likely since the pregnancy started.
The morning sickness is the worst, and it doesn’t even stick to just happening in the morning!
At least once a night he’d reach over for you in bed, just to have his hand land on mattress where you should be, only to notice the bathroom light flipped on down the hall.
Morning, noon, and night sickness would be a better name.
Now that he thinks about it, you being pregnant explains a lot. The sweating, the emotional outbursts, the cravings.
Ugh, he thinks, the cravings are horrible.
Every day after work, he comes home to find you eating his chocolate.
And when he started keeping peppermint chocolates around the apartment, knowing you can’t stand the taste ever since the spider bite, you started eating those too.
“We need to get a bigger apartment. And my bike—I can’t take a baby on a motorcycle!” The panic sets in again as he grips his hair, pacing back and forth across the kitchen, the positive test discarded on the counter.
“Hey, hey,” you grab his arms, holding him in place, “we’ll figure it out. Together. We have time.”
And as he stares into your eyes, he believes you.
Nine months may seem like a lot of time, but once the clock starts ticking down, it doesn’t feel like enough.
“How big is the baby now?” Every week, he asks the same question.
“It’s the size of a grapefruit, honey. Same as it was yesterday.”
Eddie ignores the alien’s voice in his head, in favor of chastising you. “You can’t call our child an it.”
“Eddie…” You warn as he begins encroaching on dangerous territory. Correcting a pregnant woman is a risky move, especially when the pregnant woman is your wife.
“Don’t listen to her baby,” he crouches to talk to your stomach, “she loves you very much.”
“Eddie Brock, I will leave you here and go to the appointment on my own.”
“No!” He scrambles, standing quickly to grip your arms. “Sorry, sweetheart. Let me carry your bag down, okay?” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, attempting to smooth out the frown.
“Fine. But you’re buying me ice cream after. And rubbing my feet.”
“Whatever you want.” Much better.
“The baby looks healthy! Everything is going well.” The technician announces happily. “They’re very active.”
You know the baby is active, they’ve been kicking since the ultrasound started and hasn’t let up for even a moment.
“The baby is okay? It’s moving a lot.” You murmur, wanting nothing more than to rub your belly to soothe the pain, but the gel stops you.
Eddie’s shaking beside you, nerves very obviously apparent as he taps his foot. Even still, he clasps your hand tightly, never letting go.
“Yes, that is completely normal. Is the baby normally active?”
“Sometimes,” you think about it, “I think it just depends on the time of day.”
“Nothing to worry about, just some kicking.”
She speaks again, glancing between the two of you. “Do you want to know the gender?”
Over the past few weeks, you’d debated back and forth with your husband about finding out at the appointment or having a reveal. You knew for certain that you didn’t want anything big, just something small and intimate.
You showed him a video of a couple sticking cups into a cake, with frosting inside that would reveal the gender.
Never one to pass up cake, he quickly relented—as long as the cake was chocolate. Not that you were complaining.
“We want it to be a surprise.” You smile, stroking the back of Eddie’s hand with your thumb. He’s been dying to find out since you told him you were pregnant. Now he just has to wait a little longer.
“Let me take the pictures and then I’ll get them printed for you.” She nods excitedly as she moves the gel covered stick across your stomach before clicking the buttons to print the pictures.
“I’m going to throw up.” He mutters, staring at the innocent looking chocolate cake sitting between you on the counter.
“I think I’m having sympathy symptoms.”
“It is. I saw a video about it.”
“I’m going to kill you.” You murmur lightheartedly.
“Who would build the crib?”
“You haven’t done that yet?!” You gasp, turning to look at him.
He puts his hands up in defense, “I thought you’d want to be there for it.”
Your eyes narrow as he forces a smile. “Fine. You get a pass. But only because you’re getting me Chinese for dinner.”
You grin happily, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Don’t push your luck.” You pull away, reaching for the cups. Your fingers brush his as you pass one to him, sending a shock up your arm. Even after being married for a year, you still don’t think you’re used to his touch. “Ready?”
“I think I need a kiss for good luck.” A grin tugs at his lips as he looks at you, smirking faintly. You roll your eyes but give in, leaning forward to kiss him for real this time. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
“On three?” He nods, “3…2…”
You pull your cups out at the same time, blue frosting smeared across the glass as you yelp.
“Eddie,” you smack his shoulder, “we’re having a boy.” Your voice softens at the end as you lean into his side.
He sets the cup down, cake forgotten behind him as his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer so he can pepper kisses across your face. “We’re having a boy.” He agrees.
It takes a moment for you to remember the envelope, the same one that contains not only the gender but also the ultrasound pictures.
Shooting a web towards your bag, you quickly pull it towards you before taking the pictures from the pocket. You hand the stack of pictures to your husband, letting him look at them as you watch him.
Eddie gapes at the ultrasound, awe clear in his gaze as he stares. The picture is grainy, probably because the baby was moving constantly. Even still, Eddie looks at the picture like he’s is the best thing to ever happen to him.
Seeing him like this, reminds you why you married him.
He’s only pulled out of his stupor by your sniffling. He turns immediately, grasping your hand tighter. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just,” you choke out, “That’s our baby.”
“Yeah,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He lingers for a moment, lips brushing your skin before he pulls back with his own teary eyed smile. “He is.”
The drive to Gotham ends up being a lot longer than you’d like, the rain making traffic worse.
The manor looms over you, much like the Wayne name does. The history, the status, the people.
Alfred opens the door with a polite smile as he ushers you inside.
Not long enough. You think, allowing him to take your coat. “Thank you, Alfred.”
“Of course, Miss. You never did say why you were visiting, not that you need a reason…” He trails off, his unasked question hanging in the air.
You swallow thickly before forcing a smile. “I just wanted to see everyone. Like you said, it’s been a while.”
He accepts your answer with a polite nod, leading you towards the dining room, where everyone else is already seated.
“You’re late.” Damian snipes before Dick shushes him.
“We’re happy to have you here.” Your father insists, rising to hug you as you enter.
“Thanks.” You mumble, pulling away from his grasp as you force yourself into the seat beside him.
Originally, you had no interest in telling your family. After all, they don’t even know you’re married. But Eddie convinced you, claiming it might help soothe some of your worries about being a mom if you make amends with your father.
You gave in, after several discussions on the matters. He’s been reading every baby book he can get his hands on.
A smile crosses your face at the thought. He’s so excited to be a dad, it almost makes you jealous. Why can’t your father have wanted you?
“How was the drive?” Bruce clears his throat as he looks at you.
Your hand pauses, resting on your unnoticeable baby bump. “Rainy.”
He nods, letting out a soft laugh at that. Before he can answer, Tim stands up, pushing away from the table with a loud screech of his chair.
Him and Bruce share several unreadable looks before your father stands, patting your shoulder apologetically. “It was good to see you but there seems to be some Wayne Enterprises business to attend to.”
Tim leaves without even looking in your direction, only pausing to stuff another roll in his mouth.
“We should actually get going too.” Dick apologizes, grabbing Damian’s arm, ignoring the way the younger boy swats at him as he pulls him away from the table.
Soon enough, it’s just you and Cass at the table. Alfred is moving about in the kitchen behind you.
“So…” Jason trails off, meeting your gaze with a pinched expression. He’s not even trying to hide his disinterest. “This was fun.”
“Yeah.” You scoff, pushing away from the table yourself. You drove all the way here, in the rain, no less, just for them to leave immediately!
His face softens, eyes tracking your movements as you turn towards the door.
“Home.” You mumble, leaving before he can say anything else.
Originally, a part of you had hoped things would go well enough for you to stay the night at the manor, but you should’ve know better.
The ride home is tiring, all you want to do is curl up in Eddie’s arms and cry. Rain still beats against the pavement, even in New York, as you fight against the torrential downpour to get inside the apartment.
The hallway is quiet, no sign of your neighbors anywhere, something you’re grateful for.
A smile crosses your face when you reach the door to your apartment, the sound of Eddie’s hushed voice reaching your ears.
Is he talking to someone? The thought crosses your mind but you’re too tired to think too much about it.
The door opens with a click, barely audible as you try to be quiet. All your neighbors are probably asleep and the last thing you need right now is another noise complaint. Plus, he’s not expecting you home tonight so now is the perfect time to surprise him.
Are you going through a midlife crisis, Eddie?
“No, I am not! How do you even know what that is?” He mumbles, not stopping his movements as he tries to fit the two sides of the dresser together.
I saw it in one of the shows your wife watched with me.
There’s a pause before, He was pathetic. Like you.
“You are not watching a show with my wife. She doesn’t even know you exist.”
She should. You should tell her.
“I can’t tell her! What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi honey, I’ve lied to you for our entire relationship. I’m actually your arch nemesis, I have an alien symbiote. Oh, and I used to try to kill you daily. Also, I think I gave our son the symbiote too. Surprise! Happy Anniversary.’ She’d leave me.”
“You what?” Your voice cracks as Eddie whips around, staring at you with wide eyes.
The bag you’re carrying drop to the floor as your hand darts to your bump protectively.
His stomach drops as he sees you, eyes weeping with tears as you stand in the doorway.dresser long forgotten on the ground. “Sweetheart—”
“No, Eddie.” You shake your head, “You don’t get to call me that. What do you mean?”
“I don’t…” He reaches out, wanting to comfort you but he falters.
His heart breaks even more as you step back, looking genuinely afraid of him. You’re still holding your stomach, like you’re worried he’s going to hurt you or your son.
He swallows thickly, eyes wide with desperation. He considers his words, but apparently his symbiote has already decided he’s taking too long.
Thick black tendrils burst out of him, wrapping around his body as you stare, jaw agape in horror.
“V, stop.” He warns lowly, not wanting to scare you anymore. He doesn’t listen.
Your hands shake as you reach for the door, stumbling backwards as tears fall from your eyes.
He switches back to just himself, black goo seeping back into his skin as he rushes towards you, trying to keep you from falling and hurting yourself. Or your son.
“Baby, it’s not what you think.” He pleads.
“Don’t touch me!” You shriek, backing away from him quickly.
Eddie stops, frozen in abject horror at your words.
You’re scared of him—terrified, even.
“Sweetheart.” He pleads, staring at you.
You stare back, resolve steadying. “You don’t get to call me that. Now get out.”
“It’s not what you think!” He begs, desperate for you to listen, for his reasoning to actually mean anything if he ever gets the chance to tell you.
“Really, Eddie?” You scoff, clutching at your stomach anxiously. “You’re not Venom? You don’t have a monster inside you? You haven’t spent years trying to kill me?”
His heart races, Venom surprisingly quiet for once.
You continue before he can speak. “You’re a coward, Eddie. Now, leave before I do.”
He nods sharply, eyes darting down to your stomach as your hand moves suddenly, as if it’s shielding something from him.
The baby is kicking, he realizes.
“Okay, I’ll go. But we have to talk about this.”
You shake your head, ignoring his pleading as he walks towards the door. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
The door slams behind him and he can hear the sound of your webs thwipping, effectively sticking the door shut so he can’t get in.
He stays there for the rest of the night, listening to your sobs, your footsteps, even just the beat of your heart.
He clings to every noise like it’s the last thing he’ll ever hear from you.
Eventually, he hears your window slide open and a couple moments later, it shuts.
You’re gone. He knows this, knows by the way the noises are gone, knows by the way he feels your absence.
He should chase after you, follow you. But what would he even say?
You’re scared of him. He needs to wait for you to calm down before he can talk to you. But he will talk to you and he will make it better.
You just have to give him another chance.
