The Mission was bustling with activity. People coming in and going out nonstop, the talking and the clanking of dishes and decorations being hung up by friends of Moon Knight and you. Why? Well it wasn’t a birthday party, wasn’t New Years, not any form of holiday…

No, it was your baby shower.

Jake was fronting at the moment, his brows knit in concentration but his eyes full of attentiveness and anticipation. If not a little bit of nervousness. Him nor Marc or Steven would’ve ever found themselves in this position. In such a domestic setting. Never would’ve let themselves dream of having a family. But here you were, 5 months along and expecting a baby girl. It made their hearts run faster and sometimes (quietly) make their eyes well up with tears.

Sure they had Diatrice but she was not theirs by blood. And, they didn’t have that strong of a bond or connection. They were more so just friends than an actual Father- daughter relationship. Plus, Jake wasn’t even well acquainted with her, just Marc. But now, they were having a child of their own. It had been an accident truly, a happy one though. They never intended to get you pregnant but when it happened and you said you wanted to keep it.. who were they to say no? It was an honor for them to be a good enough man (in your eyes) to give you that want of keeping the baby.

Jake wasn’t sure what to do now. He had helped do the heavy lifting of setting up decorations and setting up chairs and tables for the guests. He had checked in on the food being made by Naomi regularly and was just making sure all went according to plan. He sat down, taking a moment to rest his legs. He pulled his newspaper boy cap off, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his mustache.

He watched as guests placed their presents on the table, watching as it piles with gifts that will be more for you and the baby then for him. But that was alright, Jake didn’t need anything because he already had everything he wanted. You and a healthy little one on the way.