You worked alongside Miguel at the Spider Society. You didn't get along well, but not badly either, so each of you focused on your responsibilities until a party came along. You and he had a few drinks, or even more, and after that, you had a night of 'fun' together, which resulted in your pregnancy, something you disclosed to him

"Maldito alcohol" Miguel said reluctantly, rubbing his temple, stressed and annoyed

"It doesn't matter. I'll take responsibility, but let it be clear that I'm only doing this because it's my future son or daughter you're carrying" He said, emphasizing the word 'my'