"Brought him more clothes and stuff," Peter waved a bag as he walked in, "Nice place you got here."

"Thanks, is this your first time here?"

"My first time inside, I think. Maybe not, it's just been forever."

Jess clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Come on, let me give you a tour."

Peter looked around her two level home. Perfect size for a couple kids. Just like MJ, decorating was definitely Jess' forte. It must be nice to have an entire house with a yard.

"Why don't you have a dog or something? How did you afford all this?" Peter sighed.

"We got the place at a decent price since it needed a lot of work," she shook her head, "We just finished getting everything together with it last year. So we were able to play a little catch up just in time."

Pete whistled, following her to the kitchen, "Really impressive," he took the cup, downing a long sip of koolaid, "That's good. How long has Miguel been asleep?"

"'Bout an hour or so. He fell asleep shortly after I gave him a bath."

"How did that go over?"

She shrugged, "I mean, not too bad. Just a little resistance. Now, I doubt he'll be so compliant with everything, but I think he's still weaker than he wants to admit."

"Better wake him up soon, or else he'll be up all night. Like usual."

"I know how to get him to sleep through the night," She wagged a finger, "And I read the side effects of the medicine he got. Causes drowsiness."

Pete helped himself to another drink, "And you think he'll take it?"

"Not at all. But you let me worry about that. You worry about how you plan on helping when I have to tend to other matters," she subconsciously rubbed her stomach.

"Of course, you can count on me!" Pete smiled confidently, giving her a thumbs up.

Somehow Jessica wasn't convinced, but at the moment she had to hope for the best. At least for a little while after the baby was born. Thankfully, there was a little bit of buffer time to have Mig accustomed to some things.

X

Mig blinked awake, looking around the unfamiliar room. Right, he was being held captive by Jess. He sighed, hoping she would fall asleep soon and he could find a way out.

"Look who's up," Jess startled him, "You missed Peter. He came to visit and check on you. But you were so out of it that we didn't want to wake you."

He grumbled, burying his face into the pillow, "When am I allowed to go home?"

"When you start to recover more. But right now, you are going to get rest. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, so wash your hands and meet me in the kitchen."

"I'm not very hungry."

"With that type of food you ate at the hospital? Come and at least have a small plate and you can go back to bed if you want. I think an early bedtime would do you a world of good."

"Don't say it like that," Mig grunted, pushing himself up, making way to the bathroom.

It still had the scent of fresh washed laundry and bubble bath. Why was it such a delightful odor? Logically, because no one would want to be consumed by something odoriferous when they are trying to be clean and relax, but it was just…he hadn't thought about how nice these things smelled in…years.

Mig sighed, hurrying out and going to meet with Jess in the kitchen.

"There you are," she flashed her gaped grin at him, "Made your plate. Tonight I'm tired so we're having mashed potatoes, meatloaf, garlic bread and some yummy steamed broccoli. And if you finish it all you can have cake for dessert."

"Stop talking like that," Mig blushed, taking the plate.

"Like what?"

"'Yummy broccoli'."

She scoffed, almost insulted, "Excuse you, my broccoli is yummy."

"It just feels…little," he muttered.

Jess chuckled some to herself, "Well, maybe you are little to me. Either way, why don't we watch a movie while we eat?" She took her plate and made for the front room couch.

To be honest, the idea of watching tv while eating was rather foreign to 2099. He had done it a few times, primarily because he was watching the work monitors. This was pleasant though. He still preferred to be back at the base.

The movie wasn't something that he knew of. Some dinosaur movie. It was enjoyable, although the plot left a little to be desired. They were entertained at least.

"The meal was good," Miguel quietly thanked her.

"Do you want some cake or are you full? It's carrot cake."

Mig began to refuse, but carrot cake, "Maybe a little piece?"

She nodded, taking both their plates to the kitchen. Returning a few moments later Miguel was handed a plate with a small slice on it as well as a cup of warm milk.

A forkful entered his mouth, leaving him silently gushing. So good!

Jess fought back a laugh at his face. He was such a goober, trying not to show how much he loved a sweet.

Soon his plate and cup were empty and Mig was satisfied.

"Was it good?"

"It was delicious. Uhm…I'll do the dishes. You cooked afterall," he took her plate from her and hurried to the kitchen. He didn't want to be a freeloader. Even as a captive he could do a few things.

"Aren't you a wonderful little helper?"

X

Dishes done and teeth brushed. Jess had jumped in the shower, so her little 'captive' decided to sneak to the front and look for his device. He wouldn't leave tonight, tomorrow was on the table though, as long as he had his transporter.

Mig wanted to tell Lyla to prepare his office. Wanted her to give him an update on things that had happened since he was infirmed. His body had other plans and he ended up falling asleep.