The young Spider-man focused on the shapes and dimensions as he attempted to copy of one of the amazing marble statues. Miguel tried not to read over the boy's shoulder, but he couldn't help but sneak a peek or two. Miles was too focused to notice him or anyone else watching anyhow.

Miguel wasn't so talented in drawing and would have to find something else to sketch. But at the moment he really enjoyed just taking in the exhibits and art.

Rio watched her boy as he went into the zone. A relaxed sigh passed her lips, "This was such a good idea. It was hard not to tell him."

Jess smiled, watching the boys enjoy themselves, "I mean, who doesn't love the arts?"

She nodded, leaning over, "How long have you been doing this?"

"Little over 9 months," she shrugged, "He wouldn't ask for help, you know how it can be sometimes. So I saw an opportunity to give it and I did."

Her and Rio had a mini conversation about the adjustments to being a mommy of a little before, but again, Rio was just so taken back by how not little Jess' "baby" was.

Like Jess had told Miguel, it wasn't uncommon where they lived. But it was an adjustment for her boy, kinda.

"But does he use," Rio glanced to the boys, making sure they still had a safe distance before leaning in, "Pañal?"

"Mm hm, he has accidents at night and when stressed. So we just keep him in them," she nodded nonchalantly, telling a half truth, "I prefer cloth, they limit rashes. But we did agree that when we're out and about, disposable is easier. Mainly because Virgil hates the wetbag."

"He is a big bambino, how does that work?"

"I mean, he takes up more space than Gunner, so I can't exactly pull out one of the little tables," At least not in this dimension, "But at home he lays on the floor and can lift his own hips so that helps. It's just like changing a toddler. I would imagine it's pretty similar to how you change your son."

"Well…you're right," Rio agreed and smiled, "It's actually funny having him being our little boy again. But it was an adjustment for us."

"But look how happy he is," Jess cooed, "Aren't they adorable!?"

X

Meanwhile Jefferson and Virgil were sharing a frustration with the wrestling match.

"What are you doing?! Pin him!" Jeff demanded of the wrestler, "Amateur!"

"This fight could have been over two moves ago," Virgil shook his head in shame, "And he's still stalling!"

Jeff shook his head as the commercial break came, "You ever play sports in your day?"

"Not too much when I was younger. Didn't too much get into joining the fray until I got much older," Virgil sighed, "Mind if I grab another drink?"

"Help yourself, man."

"Cool, I'll grab you one too," he stood, excusing himself for a moment, "And I have returned with our treats, and one for my little night owl."

Jeff nodded a thanks to the man, watching him give the baby a milk popsicle pacifier, "Mind if I ask you some questions?"

"Shoot."

"So, what do you do for a living? Jess said you travel for work pretty often."

"Business consultant. I like it. Can be boring, but I get to work from home most days and it pays the bills with enough to spare, so I don't have too many complaints," he flopped on the couch with a smirk, "Next question in your interrogation."

Jeff snickered, "How long have you and Jess been together?"

"Married, almost 4 years. Together, about…" Virgil thought about it for a minute, "I think it's been almost 15 years. Not together together, but we've known each other since we were teens. But we've been a couple almost 10 years. Time flies when you're having fun right?"

The cop chuckled, taking a long sip of his ginger ale, "You two seem pretty young."

"I doubt you and Rio are much older than us," he shrugged, "And your next question is gonna be about Miguel, right?"

A pregnant pause entered the room, leaving only the infant's babbling and the tv to fill the silence.

Jeff tilted his shoulders, bringing the can from his lips, "I was trying to tactfully make my way to that. But it's not…"

"It works like he's my adopted son," Virgil nodded, "That's the easiest way to explain it. Yea he's a foot taller than me, and has slightly broader shoulders than me, but he's still my little boy."

He nodded, "I guess he's who Miles was talking about when he asked if he was weird, I just…It is odd, isn't it?"

"Have you seen the world we live in? Aliens confirmed, super powered beings. What isn't odd?"

"I can't argue with you there," he agreed, "Was it hard for you at first?"

Virgil flashed the man a goofy grin, "Not really. Jess suggested it, and explained the situation with him long before she got Miguel to agree to it. I thought it was a wonderful idea. I was excited! But he was pretty wary of me at first. Understandable, considering he and Jess had known each other and he just knew of me."

"So you just met him during this?"

"I mean, I met him before. I knew of him. We were just passing acquaintances. So it took him a minute to warm up to me. But with my charm it didn't take long for him to become daddy's baby and mama's boy."

"I don't want my son to feel like an outcast, but I don't always know what to say to him. I just try to support him the best way I can."

"Do you see the look in his eyes? He adores you, so you're doing something right. You don't have to know all the answers. Figure them out along the way. But he isn't hurting himself or anyone else, so just be there for him. Whether he wants to be your little boy, or needs you to be his therapist."

Jeff nodded. It was nice to have some support in supporting his son in his likes. He may have still had small reservations, but at least he had someone to talk to about it.

"I appreciate it," he clapped Virgil on the shoulder, "You have all the answers, can you tell me why this fool is taking forever to win this fight?"

"Because it serves to be annoying and make you even more mad," he glared at the TV.

X

"Time to move on to the next one, Mijo," Rio called to her son. He had been sketching the statue for fifteen minutes by that point and there was still a lot more of the museum to explore.

"Just five more minutes," he replied, not even looking at her, still scrutinizing the shadow in the leg.

"No five minutes, now nene," she called.

"Five more, mami, I'm trying to draw it," he sketched.

Rio's lips pursed at him, "Miles."

Before the teen could ignore her again, he was lifted from the bench and carried over. This didn't go over well. He immediately started kicking and pushing to be released.

"I was still drawing! Put me down!" Miles complained, pushing Miguel's hands. He didn't have to struggle long before he was set down and immediately retaliated by slapping the taller Spider-man's hand.

Rio yanked her son by his elbow, "Miles Gonzalo Morales," her tone was not one to be trifled with, "You do not put your hands on people. Apologize now."

Looking into the danger in his mom's eyes quickly reminded the teenager where he was, who he was dealing with and what he was going to incur if he decided to take it further, "Sorry Mami, sorry."

"You apologize to Miguelito," she pointed, demanding.

Miles nodded, turning to Miguel and rubbing the giant's hand, "I'm sorry Miguel, I didn't mean to hit you."

Mig looked down to the teen and his nervous grin. He smiled, trying not to laugh. The whole situation bringing back buried memories, "It's ok."

"You do that again and see what happens," Rio warned, bringing him close to whisper in his ear, "[Do NOT embarrass me. Understand?]"

"[Yes ma'am, sorry,]" he whimpered.