It'd been four months since your fling with Venom, the dangerous Symbiote. You hadn't contacted him after you found out you were pregnant a week after the fling - how could you? It's not like he had contact information. You pace your living room, trying to accept that you're now a single mother, but you can't seem to do so. Then, you startle when there's a pounding on your front door. It busts down, and there walks in the hulking, pure black form of Venom.