"He's so cute!" Gwen gushed at the baby, gently squeezing his arm over the swaddle, "His tiny little arms, oh my god!"

"I forgot they get that small," Peter mused as his own baby looked down in surprise, "We'll have to get him some web crawlers soon, make sure he's getting good exercise."

Jess scoffed, "Let's wait until he's not a sentient potato."

"How are you feeling?" Mj smiled.

"I'm still figuring it out," Jess shook her head, "I'm ready to go home. Virgil is trying to go bother a nurse to see if I can leave today or if I have to stay overnight."

"Can…Can I hold him?" Gwen looked at Jess with big pleading eyes.

"Sit down and you can."

She looked around for somewhere to sit. Miguel was asleep on the couch and she wasn't sure if she should take the rocking chair.

"Sit here," Jess pointed to the bed, "He's more fragile than Mayday, so you have to fully support his head," she handed the baby over to the teenager.

Gwen gasped, holding him gently to her chest. He was so precious as he sucked his pacifier, "He's just so cute…" she borderline sobbed.

"If he wasn't I was going to leave him in a basket at my sister-in-laws," Jess joked and sighed, "I am ready to go."

"You're going to take time to rest now, right?" Peter nudged her, "Riiiiight?"

"Duh," she scoffed, "I have to get him acclimated, as well as my other two babies," she pointed to Miguel and who knew where her other one was, "Soon as that's handled I'll be back on the grind. Just a little slower."

"Must be nice to bounce back so quick," the redhead rolled her eyes, gently squeezing the baby's feet, "May had me down for the count."

"Accelerated healing will never be something I complain about," she smirked.

X

"Why am I being whisked away?" Miguel asked, still mildly sleepy.

"I don't know, maybe because the first chance you got you decided to stay awake for nearly 24 hours," Jess glared, sending ice down the giant's spine, "Oh, and lets not forget, you went to HQ AFTER I told you not to!"

She shouted just loud enough to not wake the baby. But considering he fell asleep shortly after he got there, then her husband was there and she got more visitors, she hadn't been able to thoroughly scold him like she wanted to. Even now, the only reason she was yelling at him this much was because Gwen had left.

Mig stood straight and rigid as he was yelled at. He even got a disappointed sigh from Pete.

"Now, go with Peter and you better behave yourself," she pointed at him, "And you," she looked to Peter, who was immediately nervous for some reason, "I want him fed and put to bed at a reasonable time. Early even."

"Yes ma'am," Pete nodded feverishly, "You don't have to worry about us at all. I got this under control."

"Right. Just go get his stuff from my house and lock up please," she shook her head in exhaustion.

Mig raised a finger, to ask a question.

"No, get," Jess already knew he was going to ask a question about Virgil and the answer was no. She was going to make him go home too so he could actually sleep himself. He desperately needed it since he had the best timing of coming home the day the baby came.

X

"Ohh, a sleepover," Pete pat his friend's back, "This will be fun. Movies, board games, dinner. Good things planned."

"Right," Mig nodded, "Can I go home for the night?"

"Mine, sure!"

"No, mine," he said obviously, giving him a smile,"I mean, after all. I don't want to impose on you, MJ and Mayday."

"I mean, we can. Because, I'm sure, you don't think I'm actually going to leave you alone after what Jess told me and you," he smiled at his tall friend with a hint of venom behind it.

Mig sucked his teeth, "Occasionally I forget that you aren't quite dumb," he shrugged, "Yes, can we go to my house? Please."

"Good," he gave him a thumbs up.

Miguel smirked, opening a portal to his house, jumping in and closing it.

Peter's eyes widened in utter shock. He really just…

"Ok…Ok, to my daughter and wife. I leave everything of value. Mayday, I leave you my secret candy stash."

As he was praying and leaving his things to his family the portal opened back up.

"You coming?" Miguel smirked.

Pete quickly jumped in, "If you do that again," he glared, "I will call Jess and cry!"

"I couldn't resist," he snickered. His teeth clenched as he flinched forward, grabbing his backside as a hot pain spread across it, "Owww!"

"Not funny!" Peter swatted him, "My whole life flashed before my eyes! I verbalized my last will and testament."

Mig rubbed the pain away, "I thought you liked unfunny jokes."

The older Spiderman grumbled. The walk around the house had him slightly more sour, "I forgot you're a rich brat."

He always loved Miguel's penthouse, as seldom as they were there. Stupid big, Tony stark house.

"Alright," Peter looked at the time, "It's about 4pm. So, we'll eat later and I'll give you a couple hours of free roam."

"Ok then," he waved.

"Hold on," Pete webbed his wrist, yanking the dimension hopping device off, "You're going nowhere with this."

"I wasn't going to go to HQ," Miguel complained.

"Sure aren't."

"Can I have it back, please?"

"What do you need it for if you're not going to HQ?"

"I just prefer to have it on my person."

"Oh, when you say it like that," Peter tossed it in the air, catching it again, "No."

2099 grumbled, skulking off further into his home. Well, he had two hours of free time as Peter put it. A perfect amount of time to go patrolling real quick.

X

"Stupid, amazing, dumb house," Peter walked around the Penthouse, "Stupid bedroom that's probably bigger than my living room," he searched through the dresser for Miguel's pajamas. Since they were at his house he had quickly gone to his own house and told MJ he was babysitting for the night and got his own stuff. He only needed the nappies now, so that was convenient.