#you know it's easy to say that honey is a scam in retrospect but it was also easy at the start and the middle too

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The Five Stages - Unexpected Father

The Five Stages: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  Age difference (not used as a kink), Smut (Oral sex, vaginal sex), talk of abortion

Synopsis:  When you discover you’re pregnant you’re scared to tell Tony. Hopefully, you underestimate the man he really is.

Unexpected Father

You sit on the edge of the bath tapping the positive pregnancy test on the porcelain rim of the tub.  You think you should be panicking right now.  This wasn’t planned.  You weren’t even sure how it would go down.  You hadn’t even considered the option of having children.  It was always there in this far off, maybe one day, that’s what people do kind of thing.

You had a career.  Things were going well.  This wasn’t the far off down the road time.  You had things to do.  You were going to cure Bruce.  Can you do both?  That’s something people do right?  It’s not like you were single right?  You had money.  Hiring a nanny wasn’t an unreasonable expectation.

But there was the real problem.  You weren’t single.  You were dating Tony Stark.  The serial philanderer.  The guy who had intimacy issues.  The guy who struggled to even say ‘I love you’ and had to think of other ways to express that he did.  How the fuck was Tony Stark going to deal with hearing the news he was now headed down the path to becoming a father?

He’d certainly never brought up wanting kids with you.  Not once had it even been hinted at.  He was also pushing fifty now.  You’d think if he wanted them he’d have already had them.  Having them now with someone twenty years younger than him might just not seem practical.

So while all these thoughts of how terrible this is.  How bad your luck is that your birth control failed you.  How you had no idea what you should do right now.  You sit thinking you should be panicking, but instead, you feel eerily calm.  Like there are too many emotions for you to feel so instead you feel nothing.

There’s a sudden thud on the door as Tony tries to open it not realizing it’s locked.

“Honey, why is the door closed?”  He says, in a sing-song voice.  In retrospect doing the test in his penthouse and not your own apartment was probably a mistake.  This part of the bathroom is just a shower and a bath too.  So there is no reason for you to have locked it.  You never lock it.  You’re not even sure why you came in here.  It’s not where you took the test.

You get up and unlock the door.  Tony looks you up and down his eyebrows knitted together.  “What’s going on?  I thought you’d be taking a bath.”

You shake your head and turn away from him and he grabs your arm.  “Hey.  Seriously.  What’s wrong?”

You turn back to him and look up into his brown eyes.  The concern is real, and there is faint panic behind them.  He’s not used to you being like this.  You’re usually quick with your words.  Easy to comfort him or to tell him everything is fine in the normal snark that flows between you.

“How do you feel about being a dad?”  You ask.

“You’re hilarious,”  He replies.  “What is it really?”

You laugh.  It’s a little hollow and not really because you think anything is funny.  Of course, he thinks you’re joking.  It’s so far from his sphere of possibility that there’s no way you could be serious.  “I’m pregnant.”

“No, you’re not.  Stop messing with me.  If you’re sick I want to know.”  He says.

You laugh again, this time there is a little more amusement in it.  The fact he is so sure is just quite funny.  After all the years of casual sex and no accidents he actually thinks this is an impossibility.  “Seriously, Tony.”  You say, taking his hand and putting the pregnancy test in it.  “But you obviously don’t want it.  I wasn’t sure.  So … I guess abortion it is.”

Tony looks down at the test and back to you.  His face is blank for a moment.  Still processing the information.  “I don’t know how to read this.”  He says.

“Two lines means positive for pregnancy, Mister Stark.”  FRIDAY answers.

“This is her test right?”  He asks.  That one stings for a second before you realize he doesn’t think you’re trying to scam him, he still thinks this is an elaborate prank.  You sit down on the edge of the bath laughing silently, doubled over and your hands touching the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

“The test was taken ten minutes ago.  A positive result does align with the fact that her period is two weeks late and she has been suffering from severe nausea the past week.”  The AI responds.

“FRIDAY!”  You yelp getting to your feet and, looking up at the ceiling.  “What the hell?”

“I’m simply explaining to Mister Stark that you are telling the truth.”  She says.

“But you were on birth control,”  Tony says, his tone accusatory.

“I am on birth control.  Present tense.  They aren’t 100% effective though.  How much sex have you had?  I guess the odds weren’t in your favor.”  You answer.

“FRIDAY?”  Tony asks.

“Most modern birth control is not 100%.  The birth control you have been using is an implantation rod containing the hormone etonogestrel.  The rod is still implanted and does not need replacing for another two years.  It is 99.9% effective as a birth control device.”  FRIDAY explains.

“FRIDAY!”  You yelp again.  “That is so invasive.”

“I’m sorry miss.  I just catalog what happens in the tower.”   She replies.

You look at Tony with your eyebrow raised but he’s completely oblivious to your judgment of this invasion of privacy.  Slowly a smile breaks out on his face.  “We’re really going to have a kid?”

You’re taken aback for a moment and can’t think of a thing to say.  Before you have a chance to say anything he’s wrapped you in his arms and is nuzzling against your neck.  “I have seriously got to be the luckiest man alive.  99.9% chance.  That’s one in a thousand.  I have had way more sex than a thousand times.  Shit.  How much have we done it?  Mm… maybe not quite a thousand.  But we’d be getting there.  It’s not every day, but sometimes it’s so many times.”  He babbles.  You smile and card your fingers through his hair, getting caught up in his excitement.  “And then it happens.  And okay, maybe I wasn’t planning this, but I had honestly thought it had gotten to the point that I should put that aside.  But really, if I think about it, I do want that.  And yeah okay, it’s scary.  My dad was… well shit.  So I don’t have the best role model.  But with you.  You - I can see raising a kid with.”

He stops suddenly and holds you out at arm’s length his face fallen.  “Fuck. You want an abortion.  Sorry.  I got carried away.  I’ll… I’ll support your decision.”

You can tell that was hard for him to say.  The words seem forced and like they don’t belong to him.  You shake your head.  “I don’t know what I want honestly.”  You reply.  “Wasn’t in the ol’ game plan, Old Man.”

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”  He says.  “Especially not that.  You think maybe we should have this conversation not in the middle of my bathroom?”

You nod and follow him out to the kitchen.  You sit at the table but Tony isn’t able to keep still.  He moves around the room pulling out a teapot you’ve never even seen him use before and putting on a kettle you didn't even know he had to boil.  He then gets his french press and you watch as he adds tea leaves to the pot and coffee grounds to the press.  “Since when do you have loose leaf tea?   Or a teapot?”

“It’s for guests.”  He snarks. “I know how to show people a good time.”

“You sure do.”  You tease.

He looks at you with one eyebrow raised and a half smile on his lips.  For a moment you forget why you came in here.  It’s just you and Tony flirting over coffee like you’ve done hundreds of times before.

“Is that so, darling?  Maybe I can put you up on the counter and show you a good time right here and now?”

You get up and approach him.  Your fingers trail from his abs to his chest.  “Maybe you should.”  You say.

He grabs your thighs and lifts you onto the kitchen counter and you start kissing furiously.  It’s a battle for control and neither of you is conceding.  Your tongues circle each other and you bite ate each other’s lips.  Tony pulls away abruptly and rests his head on your chest.

“We should talk.  You know… open communication.  That’s what my therapist keeps harping on about.”  Tony says.

“Don’t talk about Sedona like that.”  You scold.

“Don’t defend her just because you think she’s hot.”  Tony returns.

You open your mouth in mock outrage, despite the fact you do indeed think Tony’s therapist is extremely hot.  She’s also extremely good at her job and you get the feeling if it weren’t for her the reaction he was having right now would have been quite different.  Part of you wonders what their next appointment is going to be like after this.

You rest your forehead on Tony’s and sigh.  “I am not opposed to having the baby, Tony.  It just wasn’t expected.  And I thought you’d be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?”  He asks sounding a little hurt.

You shrug.  “I was mad. I’m on birth control to stop this from happening.  And like you said, you’ve gone a really, really, really long time without having any.  I thought you didn’t want them.”

“Was that a subtle dig about my age?”  He teases.

You smirk.  “A little bit.”

He chuckles and engulfs you in his arms.  You snuggle in under his chin and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.  “You are such trouble.”

“I know.“  You reply.  “I don’t want to stop working.”

Tony laughs and pulls back to look at you.  “Who are you talking to?  Why would I make you give up that?  You’re so close to that breakthrough.  I want to see it.”

“You really think nothing will change?”  You ask.

Tony starts laughing again.  “You’re killing me today.”  He says.  “Of course it will, dummy.  It’s a baby.”

“Tony.”  You whine.

He wraps his arms around you again.  “I can not believe you’re making me be the rational one here.  You get ten more minutes of it tops.  You know that… I love…”  He pauses and takes a deep breath.  “I fucking love you okay.  I do.  And if you want to take this step I want it, I just… the words… you know?”

You nod your head.  “You need to work on that.  You can’t just repeat Howard’s mistakes.”

He nods.  “I know.  I’ll tell them all the time.  Don’t worry.”

You look up at him.  “Alright.  Let’s give it a go.”

“You should move into the penthouse.”  He says.

“Yeah.  Okay.”  You agree.

“Alight good.  Good.  Big life changes.  Got an heir to the fortune.”  Tony says stepping back and looking at you.  “Now where were we?”

You grab his collar and pull him in into a hard kiss.  He rolls his hips against you and you can feel his cock start to stiffen as you dance your tongues together.  The two of you kiss until your lips start to tingle from the scratch of his beard.  Your hand slips into his pants and you wrapped your fingers around his cock and starts to slowly pump.  He makes a strangled moan into your mouth.

You slip off the counter and spin him around.  You drop to your knees unfastening his belt and pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock.  It springs up and you run your tongue along the length of his shaft before swirling it around the head and lapping up the sticking bead of precome that had pooled on the tip.

His hands fist in your hair as you pull his cock into your mouth and thrust your head down, so your lips touch on his groin and your airways are blocked.

“Fuck.”  He groans and you start to bob your head up and down.

You move your head, sucking up and down and swirling your tongue.  You use it to massage his shaft.

“Mister Stark there is a call from your law office,”  FRIDAY says.

Tony groans again.  “Tell them I’m not in.”  He says, a slight whine in his voice.

“They’re insisting it’s urgent.”  FRIDAY insists.

You pull off his cock and look up at him, a wicked smile on your lips.  “Take it.”  You purr.

He chuckles and shakes his head.  “You dirty bitch.”  He teases.  “Put it through, FRIDAY.”

You return to sucking his cock as there is a click over the speakers.  “Talk to me,”  Tony says, trying to hide the shake to his voice.

“Mister Stark, it’s Mike Abrams.  We’ve been contacted by a woman claiming to be your daughter.”  A male voice responds.

You stall for a moment looking up at Tony he shakes his head like it’s nothing and rolls his hips forward.  “Why are you coming to me with this. It wouldn’t be the first time.  Run the tests, show her the door.”

“We have run the tests, Mister Stark,”  Mike responds.

You pause again and this time Tony pulls back.  You get to your feet as he pulls his jeans back on.  “You what?”

“We ran the tests.  She’s a match.  Her story checks out.  She’s your daughter.”  Mike replies.

You reach out to Tony and take his hand, running your thumb over the back of it, in what you hope is a soothing motion.  “What?  I can’t… How… Who is… Who is this woman?”  Tony asks.

“Her name is Sarah Walker.  Her mother’s name is Evelyn Walker.  You met her at a party you went to instead of showing up to the MET Gala in 1991.  She grew up in Westchester.”   Mike explained.

“Right.  Right.  Wait, did you say 1991?  But that means…”  He says and looks at you.

You stare at him wide-eyed.  “She’s my age.”  You mouth.

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