They managed to play a racing game for two hours before Jess got a phone call and had to excuse herself, leaving him to play alone.

"How's it going, boss?"

"I'm just fine. Getting hungry, actually," he crossed his legs.

"Actually hungry, or just want an early dinner?"

"Starving," he did all he could to not look at the clock, "Can you ask what's for dinner? She doesn't ignore you."

Lyla gave him a mock salute and went to find Jess.

X

"Just call when you're on your way," Jess examined her closet, plotting an outfit, "I mean, he'll be back for the birth, I prefer that to him being here for a party."

"And?" She held up a top, "Hold on," Just out of frame she noticed Lyla, "Yes?"

"Miggy says he's really, really hungry and wants to know what's for dinner."

"We're having leftovers. I'll come out and heat his food up when I'm done on the phone."

"Ok, I'll let him know," The sprite started "Oh, I love that skirt!"

"Thanks Lyla," she gave her a little smile before returning to her conversation.

The sprite popped back up on her programmer's right shoulder, "She said that she's on the phone and when she's done with her conversation she'll heat up leftovers for you to eat, since you're soooo hungry."

Miguel inhaled shakily, "And did she give you any inkling how long she would be in a call?"

"Everything ok, boss? Maybe you should take a break from your game and read something more relaxing. Your heartbeat looks like it's elevating."

"I think I'll just walk around for now," he pushed himself up from the couch, holding his crotch, "Lyla what time is it?"

"You sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

"You really sure?"

"Yes, Lyla, can you just?"

"4:59pm you just got an hour left."

An hour. He could do that. Sure, absolutely. It didn't feel like his bladder was literally screaming at him.

X

"Alright, I'm coming, sorry," Jess hurried out to make his plate, "Just let me pop this in the microwave. I'm sorry, I couldn't get her off the phone. She's so nosey!"

"Oh, I'm fine, I can wait another hour," Miguel wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I unlocked the door for you, so go wash your hands."

She didn't get to finish the sentence before Miguel was running, pain in each foot fall.

Jess tsked. Couldn't say she wasn't impressed.

Thud, clatter.

"Miguel?" She wiped her hands, hurrying to see what happened, "Are you ok?"

2099 grumbled from the floor, pushing himself to sit up.

"What happened?"

He glowered at the ground.

"Are you ok?" Jess leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder, "What happened?"

"Nature called," Lyla displayed Miguel's stats above her, displaying that his bladder was now empty.

"Didn't make it?" She wasn't asking in a mocking tone, merely concerned since he was literally just sitting outside of the bathroom.

Mig turned from her, holding up the door handle.

"That…explains it," she took the handle, "Alright, come on to your room and we'll get you nice and fresh."

"It's not fair! You did that on purpose!"

"I purposely made you rip my handle off the door?"

"You're the one who locked it!" He snapped at her.

"That part is true," she went in the drawer, taking her supplies out, "Lay down."

"No! You said I didn't have to use it."

"I gave you my word if you held it until dinner, at six pm, you wouldn't have to. It's," she checked the clock, "5:30. I even took 30 minutes off the time for you."

He scowled.

"Now come lay down so I can clean you up, you can eat, and fix my handle."

"I don't want your help! I want to take a shower."

"You could do that," Jess nodded, using her web to grab his ankle and drag him over, "But I think it's better to change you now."

"Jessica!"

Spiderwoman flicked his permanent pout lip, leaving him wincing and grabbing his mouth, "What did I say earlier about shouting and yelling? Huh? You are wet," she pulled his pants, leaving him to reflexively cover the nappy.

Tears burned his eyes, "It's your fault!"

"Move your hands," she swatted them away, unwrapping the cover, "Really wet."

Mig groaned, covering his face, "Why are you torturing me? I said I was sorry."

"I'm not torturing you at all."

"It feels like it," he bit back tears.

Jess leaned forward, rubbing his hair, "Is this really that bad?"

"Why are you talking like this is normal?"

"Well," she wavered a bit, "In my world it is. I know a ton of heroes and villains who wear diapers or something like it."

Mig peeked from behind his hand, "Why?"

"It's not too often you'll be fighting and someone will call 'hey, timeout. I need a quick trip to the toilet. Be right back.' They just wear them because it's more convenient.

"Patrolling alone can take hours. You know. And don't end up having to follow a rival down a rabbit hole. That can easily be another several hours," she wiped him off.

"I suppose that makes sense," he admitted, pulling away from the cold wipe, "But it's not normal to me, because I have a bathroom that should be available to me."

"That's them using it for practical reasons. Waist up," she placed a dry cloth under him, proceeding to fold and pin it in place, "Plenty wear them for recreation as well. You'll get used to it."

"You don't have to be subjected to this," he sulked.

"I'm pregnant and still doing hero stuff. It was difficult when I was working and being Spiderwoman. Now I'm Spiderwoman, who is in her third trimester. This little boy is crushing my bladder so bad I have to pee practically every hour."

"I…didn't think about that…"

"All done," she pulled his pants up, "You did such a good job," she gifted him with a kiss just above his navel.

A hot blush burned across his face.

"You do well when you don't have to focus," she tossed the used nappy intp a wet bag, "Now why don't we wash our hands and have dinner?"

Mig looked at his pants, "Do I have to keep using these?"

"You did make a deal."