oh nothing, just the simple fact that jess hit miguel with the puppy eyes so she could convince him to take gwen in... and he immediately folded like a lawn chair.
his little resignation 😭 that man physically cannot tell his wife no.
"Miguel, please, I really need extra hands today. MJ is out, and I don't want to leave Mayday alone. I’m going to be out too—please," Peter implored, his hands clasped together in a gesture that resembled desperation. Because, well, he was desperate. "I don't have a babysitter—"
"You have Gwen," Miguel replied drily, his eyes focused on the flickering screens around him as he flicked through data.
"Gwen's busy! She's doing things with her dad, and I can't interrupt their father-daughter time!" Peter countered, gesturing toward the little bundle in the carrier strapped to his chest.
Mayday, oblivious to the conversation, cooed and reached out to curiously grab at Miguel's arm. Peter, gently redirecting her hand to avoid any scratches, continued, "Miguel, please! I’ll drop off her stuff here. You wouldn’t even have to leave the place! Just watch my daughter for a few hours!" His voice rose slightly, an edge of panic slipping through.
Silence enveloped them as Miguel glanced at him, an eyebrow raised.
Jessica's voice broke through the tension. "…What’s happening here?"
"Oh—perfect timing!" Peter exclaimed, relief washing over him as he walked over to Jessica, gesturing wildly at Mayday, who was charmingly wriggling in her carrier. "Can you watch Mayday?"
"Uhh…" Jessica glanced from Peter to Miguel, who shrugged, and back to Peter. "Peter, I kinda have to help him out with stuff. I don’t have time to watch a baby."
Peter pointed toward her pregnant belly. "You—"
"Someone else's baby," Jessica interrupted, raising a finger. "There's a difference between a live baby and a baby in the womb."
"Well, yeah—" Peter snapped suddenly, making Mayday giggle at the abrupt sound. Realizing his mistake, he softened, "Oh! How about you two go to your place," he proposed, pointing at Jessica, "And do your work with your watches while also keeping an eye on Mayday?"
He looked between the two, a hopeful grin spreading across his face. "Huh? Huh?" Mayday kicked her little feet, excited at the thought.
Sighing deeply, Miguel rolled his eyes, and Jessica shook her head slowly.
"Give her to me; I’ll do it," Jessica sighed, reaching out for Mayday, who squealed in delight at the new attention. "Hand her over."
Peter let out a small "yes!" as he gently pulled Mayday from the carrier, carefully placing her in Jessica's welcoming arms.
"Hiii…" Jessica said, her voice noticeably softening as she cradled Mayday against her shoulder. "Your dad’s gonna give me a migraine!"
Mayday giggled at Jessica’s teasing tone, her two tiny teeth shining as she reached for the woman’s curls, gripping them with her small fingers.
Peter gave Jessica a grateful thumbs-up. "Thanks, Jess. Really, you’re a blessing."
"Yeah, yeah," Jessica murmured, adjusting her hold to settle Mayday on her hip. "Miguel, I’m heading home to watch her."
Miguel paused, finally turning around completely, his expression still neutral. “Just… keep your watch on,” he instructed, a hint of concern surfacing in his voice.
“I will,” she assured him, tapping the screen of her wristwatch. With a quick motion, a portal opened in front of her. "Bye!" she called out, stepping through. Mayday pressed her cheek against Jessica’s shoulder, content and curious as they vanished.
As the portal flickered away, Peter turned back to Miguel, a fond smile on his face. "Jess is such a good person, you know?"
"You annoyed her," Miguel shot back, returning to his screens. "She did it just so you would shut up."
Peter waved a hand dismissively. "Noooo, she did it out of the goodness of her heart—Oh shoot, I gotta go!" His eyes widened as he glanced down at his watch.
“I’ll see you later, Miggy!” he called out, happily summoning his own portal and rushing inside. The portal flickered away, leaving Miguel alone in the bustling atmosphere of the Society.
“…That’s not my name,” Miguel sighed, rolling his eyes.
-
A few hours later, Jessica's cozy living room was filled with the happy sounds of baby laughter.
Mayday was on a colorful mat, aimlessly waving a teething ring in the air while she gazed up at Jessica. Jessica herself was out of her spidersuit, changed into a comfortable tank top and sweatpants, a bonnet in her hands as she prepared to tame her bouncy curls.
"What’re you doing, huh?" Jessica teased softly, flipping her hair forward as she pulled the bonnet over her curls. She made sure everything was neatly tucked away while glancing at Mayday, who adored watching the spectacle and giggled each time Jessica’s hair swayed.
"You watching me put my bonnet on, huh?" Jessica chuckled lightly, her heart warming at the baby’s innocent excitement.
Once she finished her task, Jessica reached out and gently picked up Mayday, settling the baby on her thigh. "You know, your dad is a major pain in my butt," she murmured, patting the girl’s back affectionately. "He’s a total dumb head."
Mayday babbled back as if in reply, a few strands of her orange hair falling adorably over her forehead as she reached to place a tiny hand on Jessica’s stomach.
"…Ooohh, really?" Jessica replied, gently pushing back Mayday's hair, her heart swelling as the baby continued her animated chatter. She nodded along, encouraging the little one.
Suddenly, a portal opened behind them, its familiar hum signifying Miguel's entrance. He stepped through, a diaper bag slung over one shoulder and a few empty bottles in hand.
Jessica looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“I wanted to help,” Miguel muttered, holding up the diaper bag as if it were some sort of peace offering. “Peter left the baby stuff at the Society.”
Jessica considered this, her gaze shifting to Mayday, who was now contentedly gnawing on her teething ring. “Huh,” she noted. “I was using the stuff I already had for this one.” She gestured to her stomach, the evidence of her own impending motherhood evident.
Miguel nodded, casting his eyes downward as he placed the diaper bag on the couch and set the bottles on the coffee table.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
“No, not really. She’s far less fussy than I thought,” Jessica replied with a shrug, gently bouncing Mayday in her arms. "Very giggly, actually."
"And that’s… good?" Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Miguel, you were a dad once, you should know," Jessica shot back bluntly, leaning back against the couch with Mayday cradled comfortably against her.
in which miguel o'hara is more than happy to follow his wife's directions
miguel o'hara/jessica drew
Warnings: None, just sickly sweet fluff
also posted on AO3 @/TheSparklingDiamond
"A little to left. No, wait...too far. A bit to the right."
Miguel shifted the frame accordingly, even if it was only a couple millimeters difference. "How's that?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder.
Jess scrunched her nose slightly as she studied the placement of the frame on the wall. "I don't know," she hummed, a slight, mischievous smile growing on her face, "Might be a lot better if you let me help." The two were hard at work decorating the nursery, a task they'd both put off until the very last second.
Miguel chuckled, making his way over to the rocking chair where she sat, her hands folded over her baby bump. "I'm not falling for that. The doctor said you had to rest." This prompted a groan from Jess, which Miguel had been expecting. "I know, I know."
"Just last month, I was on missions...on my motorcycle!" Jess huffed, "Do you know-"
Miguel cut her off with a kiss to her forehead, then a kiss on the bump, and finally, a tender kiss on the lips. "I know," he murmured as he pulled away. "It'll be over soon, mi corazón. Besides, I think I miss having you on missions as much as you miss being on them."
"What? Not confident in Peter and Ben's ability to hold down the fort?" Jess teased.
Miguel cringed before deadpanning, "I have more faith in Mayday." His expression quickly softened when he heard Jess's laugh.
She laughed again as he kissed her before murmuring, "I do like being here...with you. It's nice just being able to relax and not worry about anomalies," she paused, resting her hand on his cheek, "Not to mention getting our last few full nights of sleep before the baby comes."
Miguel turned his head, gently kissing her palm. "I like it here too," he paused, looking back at her, "but I think you might just like bossing me around."
Jess grinned, "It's definitely a perk. Speaking of, you still got more decorations to put up. Get to it." She laughed again as he pretended to make a fuss as he went back to the box that held the decorations, pulling one out.
"Alright. Up...no, too far. Down a bit. To the left. Back to the right a little. Perfect."
Jessmiguel where they’re at one of those parenting classes doing the prenatal yoga but Miguel accidentally pops one of the yoga balls so she’s like ‘okay time for you to go’ and Miguel just sulks out of the room. Is this anything
