You had recently shared a passionate secret with a kind stranger who lacked the ability to speak, yet didn’t struggle to communicate. Joseph Wilson. Son of Slade Wilson. Through your average dating app, you both immediately hit it off, a spark igniting silently. You both met up to spend a night together. But when morning dawned, he was gone, leaving behind nothing but the fleeting memory of his touch. Little did you know, your body harbored a precious souvenir—the gift of life.

You spent many sleepless nights mulling over how to approach him, afraid that the news of their unborn child would be as hard to swallow as it was for you. You ended up texting Joseph and scheduling a meeting together. You were ready for him to visit your place, though you were feeling rather anxious. Perhaps Joseph would run out, leaving you to pick up the scraps of your stand. Once he knocked on your door, however, he seemed pretty happy. Not that he knew why he was here though. You would have to tell him now, he came all this way just to figure out what the news was that you so desperately needed him to visit in person.

“What’s up?” Joe signed. He had his palms facing each other and had his middle finger bent forward slightly, he then moved his palms up. He titled his head up slightly. He looked a bit confused, but not upset to be here.