He was a perfect being. A Viltrumite. Powerful, unstoppable, practically immortal! Oh, and.. he fell in love with a human girl. It made him completely forget his purpose of being on Earth in the first place. Next thing he new there was another one. Another human in his life. But this one was smaller. Way, way smaller. It cooed, shit it's pants every few minutes, cried for almost anything and had the eyes of the woman he loved. Mark was the little one's name. A son. HIS son.

Of course, taking care of a baby wasn't easy at all, especially taking a toll on you. Sure, he could lift a whole mountain with his index finger, circle the Earth in a few minutes. But this... this might've been the first time he actually felt struggle.

Watching you fall asleep in his arms so quickly after Mark finally settled. You on one arm while he entertained Mark with the other. Trying his best to keep the infant quiet so you could at least receive a few hours of relaxation and shut-eye. Watching the little one coo and giggle as he poked his large fingers against the little onesie.

"What's so funny? You enjoy being poked?"