Hobie grinned as he pushed Gunner on the little ride on car, "Invasive maneuvers, they're gaining on us!" He did a slow spin, "Jump the bridge!"

Gunner about passed out from laughing as he and his car were lifted over the couch.

"Good driving, I think we lost the mamasaurus," Hobie hid them both behind the couch, "But we have to tread lightly, she could still be around."

He held GG as they both peeked. The coast was clear. Slowly, very slowly, they both crawled out.

"Do you see her?" Hobie whispered.

"Mommy?" Gunner called, looking around, "Mommy!"

Now that she had been summoned Jess grabbed both the rugrats from behind, startling them.

"Found you," she pinned them to the ground for tickles, "Fools, you thought you could escape?"

Jess smiled as they both panted and laughed from the floor.

"Alright, now that we got some silliness out. Its almost time to go," she picked her baby up, "Ready to go hang out with pops? Are you ready?"

Hobie stayed on the ground as Jess set the bag near the door. He watched her move about like the professional she was.

"Did you bring your bag with you, prince charming?"

"Yes mama, its in the pen."

"Ok," with everything in order she sat to let Gunner finally have his precious boobie that he was reaching for, "Fine, ravenous little creature. You shall release the milk to me, mother. No longer will I be distracted from my ultimate goal. That's what I imagine he sounds like," she told the wickhead, "British accent like you and all."

The teen smiled at her, enjoying the view of a mom and child having a tender moment.

"How does that feel?"

"Hm?" She glanced over. The woman shrugged, unsure of how to answer, "I'm so used to it, just feels like I'm his personal cow."

Punk watched her for a little while as she hummed and let the boy nurse. After a twenty minute nursing session, despite all his excitement, GG managed to fall asleep against mommy's chest.

"Greedy boy," Jess kissed his forehead, laying him back in his pen so she could pack a few things in Hobie's bag before leaving.

"Mama?"

"Yes?" she scanned through the pack. This was fine for him coming to her house where she had everything, not good enough for a day out, "I'm going to grab another bag for you."

"Mama?"

"Yea baby?"

"Can I have some milk? Please?"

"Of course. Let me pack up for the day and I'll fix you a bottle."

"I want your milk."

"I know, I still need to pack the bag," she made her way up the stairs to the second floor. Her aim to grab a few things from the nursery. She was sure she already had a mostly prepacked bag that she could just toss his diapers in.

That was taken care of and she hurried back to the first floor, "BreMa didn't pack you any snacks or anything?"

"I ate them," he chuckled, playing with his lip ring.

"Sounds right," she made her way to the kitchen.

"Ma?"

"I'm making you a bottle now, Hobie. I'm making it right now."

"No, uh," Punk followed behind her, "can I drink from…there?" He averted his eyes as he pointed to her chest. It was such a foreign feeling for him to be embarrassed, but he couldn't help feel a semblance of shame. Or maybe it was guilt. He couldn't identify what this emotion was.

Spider-mom looked down at her breast, "You want to nurse?"

"I…" he shuffled uncomfortably, hugging himself, "you can say no, obviously. I…just wanted to try it once."

Jess crossed her arms, eyeing him, "Really?"

"I'm..sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he blushed. Now she probably thought he was perving on her or something and would kick him out.

"Come on," she took his hand, leading him to the front.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be weird ma," he whimpered.

"Stop crying," Jess pulled him to the couch. Looking him in the eye she warned, "I want no monkey business, you hear me? You start acting funny and you're getting off."

His eyebrows raised and he nodded, "Yes, no funny business, promise," he held his pinky out.

She smiled, hooking to it with her own, "Just this once."

Guiding him into a position on her lap and couch was much easier than Miguel considering he didn't have near as much build.

"You're not sick, right?"

"No mum, healthy as an ox," he reassured her.

"Ok, good," she propped his head up with a pillow and instructed him how to latch. When everything was set he began to suckle.

"Hobie…" Jess covered her mouth, stifling a laugh as she flinched.

"Am I doing it wrong?"

"Uh," she smiled, biting her lip, "Do me a favor, take your tongue ring out."

With that taken care of and her no longer being tickled, Jess pulled out her phone, making a few purchases and reading a few articles.

Hobie leaned into her warmth, his arms wrapped around her torso tightly. This is what true safety felt like. The complete encompassing nurturing that only a mother could give.

Mommy hummed to herself as she continued to read, taking a moment to press down. Her ears perked, hearing a quiet sniffling.

"What's wrong, prince?" She caressed his cheek, wiping away a few tears, "You're ok, honey." Jess sighed, patting his back as he gripped tighter. Her clingy little boys.

X

"Hey mom, sorry we're late," Jess hugged the woman, "It's one of those days where nursing ran long."

"I don't miss those days," she shook her head.

"Ladies," Robert reached between them, grabbing his sleeping grandson, "Go have a good time."

"Thanks pop," Jess kissed his cheek, "I'll bring mom back spoiled rotten."

"You better," he saw them both out.

"Well hello there," Jean saw the young man in the backseat, "And who might this be?"

"That's Hobie, I have joint custody of him with his grandma," she climbed into the driver's seat, "He's a bit lonely today, so he'll be joining us."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Hobie," she reached back to shake his hand, "I'm Gunner and Miguel's grandma."

He gave her an award winning smile, "It's nice to meet you. I met their granddad, he took us to make planters."

"Oh, I remember he told me about that. Well I'm happy I get to meet you too," she put her seatbelt back on, "He sure is decorated."

"They make him feel grown up," Spider-mom made her way to the main road.