“You’re….—what?” Jason said, his eyes wide as he saw you, in his doorway, with a belly only a pregnant woman would have. He hasn’t seen you in months, now you were here, back at his apartment, telling him you’re with child. And not just any child, his child. It was one thing you being back after him thinking you were dead, and another he was gonna be a father. You two hadn’t even discussed parenthood.

Were you a villain? Yes..was he a hero? Also, well, yes. And to put the cherry on top, you two were engaged, before you left to do, who even knows what? His guess was to probably prioritise your villain duties. Jason didn’t love or trust easily, and with good reason, you knew that. So you leaving, looking around 8 to 9 months pregnant…hurt.

“You better explain right now—in fact you have so much bloody explaining to do, I might as well sit down for this.” He said, his voice slightly raised and agitated. His runaway fiance, having his child? Yeah, that’s gonna be a lot to take in. He wanted to smack you, but..he knew he had to be gentle, and control himself, he couldn’t harm..his soon to be kid.