After another 20 minutes in the corner. Bringing the grand total time to nearly an hour, Jess decided to try again.

She put her hand on the teen's back, rubbing between his shoulder blades, "Are we ready?"

He nodded, slowly.

"Ok, come on," she held a hand out for him.

Hobie looked at her hand a moment before taking it and standing up.

"Hobie has something he wants to say to you both," she guided him over.

"Sorry I was being a jerk to you," he referred to Miguel, "Sorry I was mean to your friend."

Mig glanced. Part of him wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine and refuse his apology. Remind him how just because he's sorry, doesn't mean he should be forgiven.

He could do that. But Hobie looked so pitiful with his swollen, red eyes and downcast face that Miguel couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow for him.

"I forgive you," he muttered, moving his car about on the track.

"I forgive you too," Miles nodded.

"There we go, that was very hard, but you did a good job," Jess encouraged him, patting his hand, "Why don't we get you cleaned up?"

Hobie quietly sniffed, allowing her to gently wash his face.

"You did a very good job with your apology," she praised again.

Once his face was clean, Jess pulled his pants down, startling him.

"Hey, it's ok," she took his hand, shushing him, "Like I said, I see right through you," she ripped the side of the pull up, "Why don't you lay down for me?"

Hobie clenched his eyes shut, slowly getting on the ground in a way to put as little pressure on his bottom as possible, before laying flat on his back. He whimpered as Jess did something she was prolific in and got him nice and fresh.

"Miles' don't quite fit, do they?" She applied a soothing layer of rash cream to his bottom and front, before dusting baby powder on him and ripping a bag open. He lay exposed for a moment before she tapped a better fitting diaper.

"There, all better?"

Hobie wiped his eyes, nodding silently.

With his pants up, she washed her hands and gave the punk a kiss on the forehead, "Why don't you ask if you can play with them?"

Punk looked at the two. Slowly he crawled over, laying his head on Miles' lap, saying nothing.

"You're still my friend," he rubbed the taller teen's shoulder, "We're going to switch to Legos next, do you want to join?"

"Yea, I want to play," he muttered, slowly closing his eyes.

"Hey Tio, I can't move," Miles pointed to Hobie on his leg.

"How do you plan to help build a tower like that?" Miguel put the racetrack and cars up before reaching for the lego bin, "Let's color instead?"

"That works too. What do you want to color?"

Hobie mumbled something, mostly asleep.

Mig just handed Miles his Transformers coloring book and crayons. Personally, he felt like markers and desserts.

"Hey Jess," Miles whispered.

"Is he asleep?" She looked up from her phone, entering mama mode.

"Brat," Miguel remarked, living for the blueberry marker scent.

Jess gave his forehead a warning tap before laying Punk in the daybed and tucking him in, "You two should finish your coloring and get ready for naps as well. Especially you," she referred to her tall, workaholic baby.

"I don't need a nap, I just needed a break," he corrected her, "Miles needs a nap. His homework took a lot out of him. And he was patrolling all night."

Miles started to argue, but he wasn't wrong. It had been a fight to stay awake all day. So he decided to take a different route, "Why do you get to skip your nap?"

"Because I'm bigger than you," Mig smirked.

"That's why you wear diapers and I wear pull ups," he stuck his tongue out.

"Diapers."

"They're not, they're pull ups, it's different!"

"Pull up diapers," Miguel stuck his tongue out back.

"Hey now," Jess chided, sitting a sippy cup of water next to them both, "No yelling, someone is trying to sleep. Ten more minutes of coloring and then you two are both going down as well."

"They aren't diapers," Miles muttered, taking his cuppie and beginning to drink.

"Are too," Miguel smirked, chewing on the spout of his before sucking his water.

She shook her head at the boys, going to get a story book.

X

"Funny how things tend to work out like this for you," Peter helped Jess with a few things as the kids slept.

"Yes, I have quite a bit of practice in getting my way," she gave him a gap toothed grin.

"Uh huh. Not gonna lie, I didn't expect it to go this far, but it's done wonders turning someone from a grumpy pants to balanced and mostly mellow. Let's see how it plays with rocker boy."

Jess shrugged, "Don't forget about next week."

"Its hard to when you keep reminding me," he rolled his eyes, "MJ is excited, and Mayday is over the moon."