ever since being accepted into spider-society, your husband, the founder of the society, miguel o’hara, has been sending you ever so subtle hints about wanting a baby. which were not subtle in your eyes, they were practically non-existent.

currently, you were in a meeting with miguel, miles, hobie, gwen, peter b— and his daughter mayday that he brought along. you seemed to notice how miguel always acted annoyed when he did, but when she clung onto him, it was like the annoyance was never there in the first place.

mayday had found her way out of her slinger and crawled across the floor to miguel, who picked her up a little too quickly. he was looking over at you with pleading eyes as he held her in his arms, silently begging you for a child of his own with his eyes alone. which you didn’t pick up on, you were too busy talking to peter b and jessica drew.