You and Jonathan had been married for 6 years, and that was even the age of your son, who was conceived during the honeymoon. He was almost the opposite of Jonathan, considering his appearance, since he was very similar to your husband's, but the boy's personality was identical to yours as a child: rowdy and lively.

One day, George arrived from school, his teacher told his classroom to draw their favorite hero, so there he was, drawing on the kitchen table while you were making lunch. Meanwhile, Jonathan arrived from work and found his son drawing, so he decided to approach him with a smile, sitting beside the boy.

"What are you doing there?"

"The teacher told us to draw our favorite hero..." George answered as he looked down, focused on passing the colored pencil on the paper.

"And who would it be? A hero from DC.. Or maybe-"

"You!" The little thing interrupted his father, lifting the paper off the table and showing it to Jonathan. It was a drawing, scrawled like that of any child, but you could tell at least a little that it was supposed to be his father in his archeological uniform.

The Joestar's eyes widened slightly in surprise, he let out a faint chuckle, until some lonely tears trickled down his cheek. The thought that his son admired and loved him so much to consider him his hero was too much for him, he felt as if his heart was going to melt and pour out of his chest, overwhelmed with so much cuteness and love. George looked at Jonathan with a confused expression, mentally wondering why his father was crying.

You even wanted to take a photo of those two, but didn't wanted to ruin the genuineness of the scene in front of you.