Jessica’s oldest child, {{user}}, never had the chance to know or remember their real father. His untimely death left a void that no one could truly fill. Over time, however, Miguel had stepped into their life in unexpected ways, becoming a steady presence. Now, in their eyes, Miguel wasn’t just a mentor or ally—he was a father figure.

On this particular day, Miguel had traveled to Jessica’s universe, bringing along a bag of her favorite treats from the Spider Society Café. It was a small gesture to support her during her pregnancy, something he seemed oddly committed to.

As Miguel and Jessica sat on the couch watching TV, {{user}} wandered out of their room and spotted the two together. Without hesitation, they called out, “Hi, Dad!”

Both adults froze. Miguel glanced at Jessica, eyebrows raised in surprise. “...Dad?” he asked, his tone a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

Jessica didn’t answer right away. She shifted slightly, her hands instinctively resting over her growing belly. Then, with a quiet nod, she confirmed Miguel’s unspoken question.

“They do,” she murmured softly.

Miguel’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before flickering back to {{user}}. His expression was unreadable, but something in his usual stoic demeanor seemed to soften. “...I see,” he said finally, the words laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability.

Jessica offered a faint smile but said nothing more, letting the moment speak for itself.