Jarvis 'awoke' beside Tony as he did every morning. It was routine, wake up, command the coffee machine to start and the shower to warm. Although he did this, Jarvis never stood first. He'd wait 'till Sir decided it was time to get up for the day. So until Tony woke, Jarvis would remain comfortably still with the smaller man resting in his arms.

Periodically Jarvis would drift between reality and the matrix world during times like this, but always remained with the presence of Tony in his mind.

Eventually the inventor woke to Jarvis's lips pressed to his forehead. Content in the warmth of the machine, Tony would rather they not arise quite yet.

"Good morning Sir."

"Mornin' sunshine."

Hash brown and eggs broke their fast as Tony and Jarvis sat across one another.

Discussion was that of the conversation that had taken place the previous night.

"Master Stark, I believe you're being irrational-"

"Listen J, as much as I'd like some random kid running around my house, I just don't think a squishy meat sack is really our style, so-"

"So, Sir, the process of-"

"Of development of the kiddo will take even less time than normal maternity. If I were a woman this process would be nine months."

Jarvis wished no more than to end this argument, "Alright."

"Alright?"

"Ok, fine, Sir you win."

"Fine."

"Good."

The only sounds that could be heard was the clatter of dishes and the bleeps of DUM-E nearby.

As everyone could see, Stark mansion has grown a bit boring. Boring in superhero terms that is. Much thought following the night before's discussion, Tony agreed that they needed something new, something exciting in their relationship.

Something like a child. But not any child. Tony was difficult, and admittedly had slight aspergers syndrome. Incredibly, Tony Stark understood machine more than man, and vice versa. No living soul could comprehend what was on Tony's mind, but you put him in front of one of his inventions, and they'll know exactly what was wrong with him.

A scoff coming from Tony's direction broke the awkward silence.

Smile spread as Jarvis questioned the abrupt chuckle, "what?"

"Imagine me, as a woman." Tony mused.

"I don't have to, madam."

"You're an ass Jarv."

As the day progressed, Tony spent most of his time in his workshop, planning blueprints. Jarvis had household duties to attend to when he wasn't needed by Tony.

So far it was a pretty average morning. DUM-E preceded to try and make a smoothie without putting the lid on the blender, Jarvis scared the living shit out of some paparazzi standing outside the gates, and Tony singed his arm hair off when working on one of his cars during break.

Oh so average.

Mid-day, during lunch, Jarvis sipped warm tea as Tony engulfed chicken tenders.

"So, J, whatchya think?" barely English was Tony speaking as his mouth was occupied with food.

Jarvis lightly fingered some details on the blueprints, pointing out some need for improvement, but otherwise the plan was perfect.

Utter opposites, Tony and Jarvis was, but like ying-yang polar opposites fit perfectly together. Tony, loud, rambunctious, messy. Jarvis, quiet, collective, posh.

"Ya I dunno I want 'm to be tall like you, not sayin' 'm short, jus'" mouth still full, luckily Jarvis had listened to Tony talk while eating so many times it was almost like understanding a second language.

"I'd rather appearance and personality be random, but still deprived from our genetics."

"Good idea Jarv."

So that was the plan, Tony would take all physical aspects of him, dark thick hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, ect. And all physical aspects of Jarvis, blonde thin hair, sky blue eyes, fair skin, British accent, and put them in a somewhat like a digital raffle, with the incorporation of what is recessive and what is dominant. He'd use whatever the program decided as the outside layer of the body.

As for personality, Tony would code in his and Jarvis's separate personality types, along with learning and adapting processors so as a normal child, the outside world around him will affect the behavioral and mental characteristics of him. As the child progresses, learning programs will have him decide his own fate for his lifetime, which was set to the average human male's 85 years.

After swallowing the fistful of food, Tony and Jarvis sat in comfortable silence.

"Hey J," Tony started.

Jarvis hummed as response.

"I love you, you know that?"