irgil hummed to himself as he powdered him, "It was a big back and forth over disposable or cloth. I figured these were cumbersome and would leak," he slid the nappy under Miguel's powdered bottom, "At the very least I thought the cover would get wet. But, once again, I have to acknowledge my wife was right."

Miguel had his face covered, as he tended to in this position.

"But we're not going to tell her she's right, gotta keep her humble," he smirked, "Alright, buddy, all done."

"Thank you," Mig barely whispered, raising his hip to allow Virgil to pull his pants up for him.

"You're welcome," he gave him a thumbs up, "Don't be afraid to say when you need something, that's why you're here."

"Right, I'll keep that in mind."

"Now," he grabbed the giant about his waist, "I hear you enjoy games. Why don't you come play some one v one with daddy?"

X

"Cheat! I call cheat!" Virgil leaned to the left.

"Maybe you're just not as good as you thought," Jess teased, rubbing her stomach and spectating their fight.

"What happened to supporting your man?" He demanded, "No! He's never played this game so he's button mashing!"

"Still winning," Miguel said proudly.

"Hurry up and learn the keys so you can get a routine and I can beat you!" He pushed Mig playfully.

"Resorting to pushing?" He smiled, hitting the A button two times, ending the fight.

Virgil stamped his foot several times, nearly throwing the controller, "You know what, I don't even like this game anymore," he mockingly sobbed as the other two laughed at him. That was the third time he had gotten beat.

"Oh, you find that funny?" He scoffed, "I didn't come home, bringing bacon, to be disrespected like this," he pretended to run to the kitchen crying.

Mig watched him, "I think I know who he reminds me of."

"And who could that be?" She sat up, readjusting her pillow.

That made him frown, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, just back pain," she reassured, "Who does he remind you of?"

"An upgraded Peter."

A wind of silence blew over the room.

"No."

"He does."

"Not even a little bit."

"Just like him," Mig teased.

"Say it again and I'll wash your mouth out with soap," she pointed.

"I thought I was the delusional one here," he smirked, "Lyla, who does Virgil remind you of?"

"Well, he is almost as goofy as a certain pink robe wearing Spiderman."

"Go to bed," she pointed towards the bedroom, "both of you."

Lyla took a picture of Miguel, "Would you look at that, he's smiling and laughing! And the world didn't explode!"

"Whatever," he dismissed her.

"Well, getting horribly destroyed in what used to be my favorite game has left me a bit hungry," hubby returned, handing out yogurt bowls, "One for this disrespectful so and such. One for my unsupporting wife, and one for the sad, uncared for husband and father."

He moved Jessica's feet to sit on the couch, before putting them on his lap.

Miguel and Lyla smirked to Jess, earning an eye roll.

"Thank you, babe," she shifted, taking a spoonful.

"You ok?"

"Yes, it's just back pain," she took another spoonful, earning a concerned look, "Guys, stop worrying, it's just back pain. Honest."

Virgil rubbed her feet, still concerned but dropping it.

X

Virgil hummed to himself, brushing the teeth of he and his wife's adopted adult child. Needing music was an obvious thing for him.

"My, what sharp teeth you have, grandma," he pushed Miguel's lip up to scrub his fangs, "Spit."

Miguel obeyed, leaning over to the sink.

He rinsed the toothbrush and covered it. Just had to hit him with that water flosser and it would be bedtime, "Good job, hold the towel and show me those pearly whites."

"Babe?" Jess called out from the hall.

"Yes sweetie, I'm in the bathroom," he replied.

"I think I'm going into labor," she held her back, bracing herself with the wall.

"What!?" He turned, spraying Miguel in the face with the water. He cut the flosser off hearing Mig coughing, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly took the towel and wiped his face.

"OK, OK, don't panic!" He rushed out of the bathroom.

"I'm not panicking," Jess started her breathing exercises.

"I'm talking to myself!" He looked around, "Ok, we practiced this. Come on, let's get you to the car. Is your bag still by the door?"

"Yea its," she grunted as Miguel picked her up, carrying her to the door.

"Thank God those muscles aren't just for show," Virgil grabbed the bag and his car keys, "Do you have a bag too?"

"No, oh no," 2099 shook his head feverishly, "I-I don't want to go."

"Are you sure?" He opened the door, allowing Mig to put his friend in the front seat, "We're going to be out all night. Probably all day."

"No, I…I'll be ok. You take care of Jess, please."

"OK, I'll let you know how things are. Don't open the door for strangers," he quickly jumped in the driver's seat.

"Don't try anything dumb, Miguel," Jess pointed to him.

"I wont. Worry about me later."

With them driving off Miguel sighed, rubbing his hair back.

"You ok boss?"

"I…yeah, uh huh, yep," he walked around in the driveway, giving the sprite the thumbs up, "I'm…I'm ok."

"Maybe you should lay down, you don't look too good."

"I think, I…yeah," he hurried back into the house.