6 months later ,after Felicia and her son made their introduction to one another, Felicia was back home asleep in her bed. She shook her head lightly to the side, there was a sound emanating from the room next door rousing her from her sleep. It was a regular occurence early in the morning for her, though she often hoped it would happen just before her alarm went off. Today, unfortunately, her son Jason's crying started a little after 2am in morning. She gave a heavy sigh as she drew herself from her bed. She threw her robe on before walking over to her son's bedroom finding the infant tossing and turning in his crib. His blankets were scrunched at his kicking feet and his pacifier was lying beside his crying face. Felicia picked up the bawling infant and rested him on her shoulder, checking if he had soiled his diaper. Seeing a clean diaper, gave Felicia a slight relief, it was her least favorite responsibility. She rocked her son back and forth on her shoulder hoping to soothe the infant back to sleep but to no avail. It occurred to to her that her sons tantrum was probably not from the absence of his mother but the absence of food. She laid her son down in his crib and headed to the kitchen where she filled one of his specially made bottles with milk and placed it in the microwave for 20 seconds. The thoughtful gift her friend Garcon had left her was a package of four nursing bottles specially made for her son. They were made of molded plexiglass 1/8" thick, a security for a child with budding enhanced strength. That security had proved itself necessary when Felicia, having lost one of the bottles, made the mistake of replacing it with a regular nursing bottle. Felicia remembered her horror when she saw the bottles contents sprayed across her sons crying face, the bottle crumpled in his little hands and the subsequent trip to the hospital. From then on, she made sure he always got his milk in his special bottle. His strength never seemed to be consistently present, only seeming to appear at times when he was frustrated, but no doubt his enhanced strength, and any other abilities, would completely manifest when he reached puberty. The microwave beeped once the timer had concluded and Felicia removed the warmed bottle and returned to her crying son. Jason's cries came to a stop ,as he felt the soft end of the bottle's nipple press against his mouth, and quickly ingested the warm milk. "Thirsty boy," Felicia thought as she witnessed her son inhale the bottle's contents. He emptied the bottle quickly and Felicia wiped away any residue from his face before resting him against her shoulder. He didn't followup with another round of bawling and actually began to giggle at nothing in particular. She held him up in front of her, his face still giggling at unknown delight. "You just like to torture me, don't you?" She told her son as she placed him against her shoulder. As his mother rubbed his back tenderly, he continued his giggling followed by a sudden stream of the milk he had just ingested. "Yup," she sighed heavily as she walked to the bathroom with her son in tow. After tossing her robe in the dirty clothes hamper and cleaning themselves up, she went back to the kitchen and poured her son another bottle of milk. Fortunately, his second helping didn't find itself exiting his stomach and was the right amount to put the infant to sleep. Felicia rubbed her forehead across her son's head as she laid the infant down in his crib, tucking his blanket across his body. "Good night kiddo," she whispered as she pressed a kiss atop her sons forehead. She hovered above her son for a few minutes looking at the infant she and Spiderman created. Motherhood didn't exactly inspire the thrills and adventure her days stealing did. At that hour, she was used to being in her hideout going over the loot she had made in that nights heist. And yet, there was an overriding sensation in her that that didn't matter anymore, what mattered was her son and his wellbeing. She did ,after all, adopt a whole new identity and moved hundreds of miles away. "Hundreds of miles away from his father…" the thought passed Felicia's mind as she bit her lip. It wasn't any easy decision. Logically, the boy would be a target of figures from the criminal element, looking to get revenge on his mother and father for past transgressions, and so anonymity was necessary. However, emotionally, the decision to exclude Spiderman from his sons's life might have been fueled by some residual bitterness Felicia felt over their breakup that had occurred days prior. Whatever the case, Felicia shook her head, not wanting to think about the subject further, and returned to her bed.
Hours later, when her actual alarm went off, Felicia rose from her bed. Her morning routine consisted of rising, washing up, making breakfast for her and her son and concluding with an hour and a half exercise. Though her criminal career was over, the physical routine that kept her in form over the years was an ingrained habit that she still actively engaged in. Jason slept in his carrier ,in view of his mother, as she conducted the regimen of calisthenics she had scripted for herself. Her routine concluded with a session of yoga lasting about 30 minutes. The weekdays ,and of the previous weeks, involved reading up on business law and filing paperwork with the Chicago Business Bureau. She'd been engrossed in getting to know the ins and outs of running a security business. Spiderman had always nagged her about putting her talents to benevolent use and since her criminal career was suspended indefinitely, it seemed to be the practical solution to redirect her talents. If she wasn't going to rob people, she'd at least help them make it harder for people to rob them instead. For a price, of course.
Since it was the weekend, Saturday to be precise, her focus was on spending time with her son. She changed into a pair of sweatpants, slipping into a pair of sneakers and threw on a zippered hoodie over her white tank top before wheeling her son out in his stroller. They made their way to the park nearby where their first stop would be the lily pond where Felicia often came to reflect during her pregnancy. Spring was in and the lily pads had returned and were in bloom. If her son hadn't been fast asleep, she'd have lifted him up to get a view of the beautiful sight. After a few minutes, the detour came to an end and Felicia pushed her son's stroller further down the park's northwest path. Along the way she passed by other parkgoers, some jogging, others walking briskly making their own peace with nature, and some parents who, like Felicia, decided to take their children out for a stroll. Jason awoke not long after, stretching his little arms, as he gave slight cry. Felicia reached through her purse and retrieved his pacifier, placing it between the infants lips. He suckled at his pacifier while looking curiously at his mother while she pushed his stroller. After about an hour, their park tour finally came to a close and Felicia redirected themselves and returned home.