𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Do you want a baby? part one || Suddenly, we have a baby part two || part three
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Miguel and you finally have a baby. Your little family attends Pavitr’s party. Things are not okay though . During Pavitr’s party, Miguel and you finally explode and everything is a chaos that night in Mumbattan.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ this is long, Miguel has men postpartum depression, grumpy! x sunshine!, age gap (legal), implied short reader, mentions of pregnancy and breastfeeding. NO PROOFREAD!
𝐀/𝐍_ <3 Indian culture and religions, inspired by M.I.A’s/ KSHMR songs, listen to Legendary Lovers from my playlist :)
♪ ♫ my miguel playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)
One night, a young marriage lies on the wife's bed after a warm shower and a light dinner. Her round belly is getting more uncomfortable, but they happily wait for their little bundle of joy to arrive.
“Miguel?” you ask softly. He hums and looks down at you.
“Did you ever imagine you would be a father again?” it took him by surprise and pulled him out of reality. The image of Gabriella instantly appears.
However, his hand on your bump brings him back. He smiles, taking your growing belly with both hands, rubbing it up and down.
“Before you, not really. But the moment I married you, I kinda suspected it,” you giggle. Miguel smiles again before kissing your head, but you leave him thinking about the issue.
Somehow he wants to fill that void of his lost daughter. And while he knew he already had everything, trauma unconsciously haunted him.
“Do you want more kids?” He asks, and he hopes you say yes.
“I don’t know. As long we are okay, and the babies come healthy, I could have ten… Or just this little one,” you admit pressing your hand on his.
The man liked your answer, but the feeling of nervousness and a mix of panic and insecurity slowly started to grow bigger.
…
Miguel O’Hara was looking at his wife feeding his baby daughter; Magda O’Hara was about to turn five months old, and although she ate like a champion, she was still a tiny human.
You were sitting in the cafeteria, a lilac blanket covering your chest and the baby. Your eyes looked tired, your suit had a visible baby burp on the right shoulder, and your hair was very curly. However, there was a big smile on your face. A soft blush that made you sparkle and send the most motherly smile to your daughter.
Miguel smiles too, but he’s still watching, hiding behind a wall.
“Are you avoiding your wife and baby?” Lyla pops out of nowhere. Her heart-shaped sunglasses judge Miguel. He sighs, frowning at the AI.
“No.”
“I think you are,” she pushes.
“I think I’m not.”
“You are…” Miguel huffs in annoyance.
“NO. I being NOT,” Lyla shrugs, leaning to glimpse you and Magda. You are still feeding the baby.
“You know? One out of ten men get PPND after their baby is born” he had an idea of what the annoying AI was trying to imply; he wanted to ignore her for some seconds, but soon the worry assaulted him.
“What?”
“Paternal Postnatal Depression,” Miguel sighed. But then remembered how much he loved Magdalena, her round cheeks and dark hair like his, her tiny hands wrapped around his thumb every night. Then you, the kisses you spread over his face every time you greet him, his intense desire for you even when you claimed your body was slowly returning to what it was.
He wasn’t depressed; he was fine.
“Nonsense, Lyla. I’m fine” his tone was firm, confident, and intimidating. So the AI would not push it further.
“As you say, boss,” and with that, she disappeared.
When Miguel returned to see you and Magda, the cafeteria was full of spiders with lunch breaks, but you and the baby were gone.
…
Your boots with heels sound across the reports room of the HQ. Jess turns at the sound and smiles after seeing you. With a little wave, you pace toward her.
“Look at you, girly pop. If I didn’t know, I would say you have never been pregnant,” she explains with a big smile.
“Almost five months, Jess. I can’t believe it…” you admit, thinking about sweet baby Magda and her adorable yawns daily.
“I know, girl. My baby boy is almost a year now. Time flies…” Both of you nod. You start helping her with the reports.
Now you had been taking more missions and were happy to be back at work.
As you slide the pile of papers, Miguel stomps inside the room.
“What are you doing here?” He asks after spotting you beside Jess.
“Filling reports?” you don’t look at him, your eyes focused on the papers.
“You should be with Magda” His tone annoys you, finally pulling your eyes away from the papers and focusing on your husband.
“I spent the whole morning with her. She’s on daycare with Mayday and Peter” He rolled his eyes. And without another word, he sprint out of the room, leaving you very confused.
Jess kept staring at the door, where Miguel left but then turned to look at you.
“How has Miguel been dealing with parenthood?” you sigh.
“He’s amazing. He makes sure everything is fine with Magda and me. He also makes time to spend together, and…well, now I notice he’s stressed” Jess nodded, placing a new pile of paper on some shelves and opening a virtual screen to check the anomalies that had been reported.
“Maybe he’s…depressed?” her implication makes you break the focus on the report.
Having a baby was something big; you were okay, you felt amazing, just tired, but you felt healthy. However, even when you thought you had psyched Miguel that he was going to be a father again (with numerous methods. Like brief late-night talking, books, blowjobs, and fantastic sex). Maybe it wasn’t enough.
“You think he has it, right?”
“Maybe. Even if I tried to warn him, maybe…Yes.”
“I’ve known him since college, y/n. He’s a good man who loves you and that gorgeous baby girl so much. But he’s Miguel, and his damaged side will never leave.” It would never stop to amaze you how much Miguel changed after the events of Gabriella and her universe collapsing. You had to meet him just after that happened, so you would never know the man he was before that.
“However, you are his new chapter and a new chance to be better again. Just try to talk to him…” Her hand on your shoulder makes you feel supported. You smile, nodding at her.
“Thanks, Jess. I highly appreciate it.”
“Of course, girl. Now let’s finish these damn papers to have a break” a little less worried about Miguel, both Jess, and you had a good moment laughing and finishing the reports.
…
“Dear empress?” You roll your eyes, turning to your right to spot Lyla.
“Why do you call me like that?” You ask, laughing, chewing at your burger. Once again, a meal with your husband’s mask imprinted on the bun was a good idea.
“You are my boss’s wife, and Magda is the legitimate heir to the HQ” Again, you laugh. Lyla was funny and sweet; you really liked her and the dynamic she had with Miguel.
“To be an AI on earth-928, you are using medieval terms, Lyla,” she giggles.
“No, but Peter called. Magda woke up and demanded your company” You can’t even find yourself mad or annoyed. Your baby needed you after three hours separated.
Thankfully, you had taken a shower after the mission you had. Magda couldn’t be held with toxic particles and lizard’s spit.
“I’m on my way,” Lyla pretends to high-five you before opening the door of the balcony area where you were eating.
…
Soft cries flood the big daycare room. Lyla and you exchange looks before she speaks.
“Yikes, that’s my cue, bye bye” With that, she disappears.
When you open the door, you see Peter Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles showing baby Magda some toys to stop her from crying. Mayday is beside her, sitting, looking confused.
The closer you look, the better you can see Magda in a short sleeves onesie and her matted hair hidden under a little flower diadem.
“Oh, look, Magda. Mama is here,” Peter tells your kid. She’s very tiny, yet active to be four months old. Your eyes light up after taking her in your arms.
“Hi Bebé, I missed you so much,” Magda coos and plays with her little fists.
“Thank you so much for entertaining her, guys,” you tell your friends. They say it’s nothing. But you feel loved and welcomed, how well they treated your baby, and how much effort they made to include her even at her young age.
“It’s nothing. But… now you owe me in particular,” Pavitr says with a smile. You wonder what he wants. But then, he pulls out a pink envelope with orange and golden details and hands it to you.
“Happy Diwali season…” Immediately, you remember the party he mentioned months ago when you were still pregnant.
“Pavitr! This is so sweet, thank you” he offered a hug, which you accepted.
Few people dared to spread love like anything, and Pav was one of them.
“I want to see your little family there. And all of your too,” the guy threats smiley. Instant happiness succumbs you because you can’t wait to be at that party.
It was rare when you had the opportunity to hang out with every one of your HQ friends. Jess, Peter, and Mayday are the most recurrent since Miguel was very close to them as they were to you.
“I’ll bring my best clothes, man,” Peter calls before Pavitr leaves through a portal.
“I’m so excited!” You squeal along, Gwen.
Peter rolls his eyes, taking care of Mayday.
“We need some traditional dresses,” you comment.
“Oh, and we have to get Mayday and Magda matching dresses” The thought makes you die out of cuteness. Even Peter seems happy, claiming he will take many pictures if MJ can’t make it.
It has been a long time since you had a big party to attend.
The parties with your family were small gatherings where Miguel would likely get drunk with your father. Your mother and grandma would help you with Magda, and you had to be active.
So yeah, you were excited to celebrate Diwali with your friends and family.
…
That night, you are cooking some tray of peaches with cream muffins and jericallas, Miguel’s favorite desserts. Magda is sleeping in the pink carrier you bought for her and you (cause Miguel refused to wear every single day that carrier he got a grey one).
Dinner was quiet, which was weird in the past, but slowly grew normal.
You had wanted to ask Miguel about his possible PPND, but he always brushed it off before you could start.
Learning to look at the oven, there are five minutes left. You go to Magda’s room to put her in the crib.
You take some minutes to see her. She’s a carbon copy of Miguel. The sun-kissed skin, the dark hair, and you suspected she would have his spider abilities rather than yours. Oh, and her round puffy cheeks that you constantly filled with kisses.
You loved being a mother.
You preferred your own house on your earth; it was smaller, cozier, and homey.
And Miguel’s place was… an expansive apartment with minimalist colors and designs. It was still home… but not the same.
Still, you loved your family. No matter where you were.
So you clean the kitchen as the muffins cool off.
Miguel spent the whole evening locked in his lab. Claiming that he was finishing a new device for the HQ. Which you believed at the beginning, but soon you felt like he didn’t want to spend time with you, Magda, leaving the baby and yourself to play and read alone.
So you remembered what Jess said. Maybe Miguel was depressed or having a mix of emotions after Magda arrived.
Slowly, you open the door of the lab. He’s sitting, back facing you. He looks massive, being slightly hunched to work.
“Corazón…” you call him; he doesn’t flinch.
Miguel sees through the corner of his eye your silhouette, holding something.
A little plate, a jericalla, and a muffin slide in front of his face.
The smell of peaches and cream cheese invaded him. The small was enough to set him in a better mood.
“I made your favorites…” he knows he’s not the best husband material. But he was constantly irritated, and the last he wanted was to take it out on you or Magda. He would kill himself if something like that happened.
“Oh, muñeca. You didn’t have to “
“Yes, I had to… Miguel?… Are you okay?” You ask shyly, honestly scared of his reaction.
“What do you mean?”
“Lately… you’ve been weird. Is the work too much? I can take more; the master's program is basically finished. I have time, and with Magda-“ you want to find an answer before he even answers.
“Magda should be your priority.”
“She is. But I’m concerned about you too.”
“I’m fine.” You sigh. It wouldn’t be easy, you knew that.
“Just… you must know you can tell me anything, amor. I’m your wife…” his tense shoulders relax when you hug him from behind.
“I know that, mami.” A little smile peaks on your face, so you lean down to kiss your husband’s cheek.
He giggles before capturing your hands to give you a proper kiss.
“We love you so much, Miguel,” you add one last time.
“I love you and Magda too” Another little peck, and you're out of his lab.
Only that you tried to ignore the pain in your throat as tears threatened to spill as you lay in bed, waiting for him to come.
…
The sound of a phone taking pictures hits Miguel. When he enters the main bedroom of your house, he sees you in a traditional Indian gown in hot pink and orange colors, along with gold details.
He can’t help but think that his wife is perfect and that you gave him the best present ever; a daughter.
“Look at you, Magda!. You look gorgeous, my love,” she coos, stretching in the bed while chewing her feet. It makes you laugh, and Miguel feels relaxed.
You are taking pictures of Magda, and when Miguel gets closer, he sees his daughter in a colorful linen dress.
You turn to face your husband. Surprised to see him smiling.
“Look, Miguel. She’s totally ready for this party,” he finds himself sighing.
“Do we really need to go?” If you had to be honest, things with Miguel weren’t their best.
He continued to act desperate, less soft, and constantly irritated.
Last night, it didn’t work out.
He was fucking you on your back, but he was being rough. And not the type of wild you liked. It was rough where. You felt like a rag doll like it wasn’t lovemaking.
“Mig-Miguel. Can… Can we stop?” He had been so close, seconds away from painting your walls with cum. But you asked him to stop. That never happened.
“…Why?” He asked, confused and slightly angered.
“You’re hurting me…” it tears him. But the irritating demon creeped out for worse.
“Right, sorry. It won’t happen again,” without another word, he slipped out of you, locking you inside the bathroom and leaving you heavily confused.
Before last night, things had been like a rollercoaster, with ups and downs. They only didn’t make sense to you because you couldn’t understand your husband. He was taking care of pushing you away, and you were starting to feel hurt.
“It’ll be fun; it could help us to have a little escapade” he knows you want things to be better. But it seemed like the more you tried, the more he got frustrated. He was starting to believe Lyla about having PPND. And it scares him so much, already afraid of hurting you and Magda. So he had been a little secluded to avoid that.
In his mind, it was a good idea. But sure, it was not the best option.
“Fine. Do you want me to wear something specific?” His question made you pout.
“Just this…” you hand him a linen shirt in a cream tone. He sighed but surprised you by taking Magda in his arms and leaning to snuggle with you. Her tiny lips latched onto your neck, searching for milk, and Miguel peppered your cheeks with kisses. You started laughing at the tickles.
“Miguel! Stop!” You cry, laughing.
“Tell Mama she looks beautiful, Magda,” feeling her matted hair, your warms lips.
Of course, there were still some good moments. Like having a moment together, the three of you. Where there was only love in the air.
Miguel knew he had to change. He couldn’t lose his family.
Not again…
…
Whenever there was an anomaly on Pavitr’s earth, you would gladly stay longer than necessary. The colorful and loud city was always a sight.
But seeing the party he had spent months discussing was still a surprise.
There was a big rooftop with stone railings and details. Many plants partially covered the floor and every surface available.
And the colorful decorations in fuchsia and purple tones were breathtaking.
The Festival of Lights was the most exciting part for you. It reminded you of the movie of Tangled and how much you loved that movie.
The whole meaning of Diwali was beautiful, and having the opportunity to celebrate it with the locals, with your family, was even more special.
“This is beautiful…” you mumble, a big smile growing as you carry Magda. She seems attracted to the music and people talking around.
“Miguel! y/n!” Both of you turn around to see Peter and Mayday.
“AWW!” You let out once your daughter is reunited with Mayday. Both have the same linen dress, only that Mayday has her hair in a messy bun, and Magda… well, she was losing hair.
“They look adorable, Peter” Miguel says nothing, but he wants to smile so badly.
“I know; MJ took a whole album of her.”
“I can bet…” you add smiley. Peter looks at Miguel, and the tall and broad man looks annoyed, which makes him sigh.
“You look good, man,” Peter tries to soothe the strange air.
“Thanks.” It’s flat and cold. You are starting to feel anxious about Miguel and his consent mood swings.
“Man, you have to be happy. You are here with your gorgeous baby and wife. Smile…” You are surprised and thankful for your friend, not expecting him to speak.
To your dismay, Pavitr appears to say hi, but it’s not the best moment.
“Not now, Peter. You don’t know anything; stay away from this. It’s my family,” you frown, not liking Miguel’s tone. You and Pavitr exchanged looks before you turned to face your angry husband.
“Miguel, What’s wrong with you? Peter says it for good” he looks down at you, shocked to hear that you are not on his side.
“You’re letting him discuss our problems now?” To make the moment more stressful, Jess comes too; she looks confused at the scene but soon understands what is happening.
“What he said is obvious to everyone, Miguel. You’ve been off; we want you to be yourself again.”
“I am okay!” some people stare when your husband raises his voice.
“Miguel…” Jess warns him, hoping to avoid a bigger problem.
You came to a limit. All the weeks of dealing with an unstable husband, taking care of Magda on your own, working your part as a head of the spider society.
Indeed, you didn’t care that your friends were hearing.
“No, you’re not. You have been avoiding us!. We are your family, Miguel. If you weren’t sure of having a wife and kid again, you should have said it sooner.”
Ohh… everyone grows quiet. Peter holds your shoulder with his free hand, and Pavitr can’t believe what is happening.
“Don’t…” it’s all he says, but you cut him off.
“Maybe you’ve found someone else. Cause you’re rejecting Magda and clearly me. You don’t come home early; it certainly looks as if you were fucking someone else” Your baby is getting fussy, and your fears grow the more you talk. Now only waiting for his response.
“Yeah? Do you really think that low of me? Maybe I should go and make it real!” his words tear you a little. Making it impossible to not start tearing up.
Miguel realized what he had said when he heard Magda crying.
And he looked at you again; you were also crying.
He’s so embarrassed.
“Please take her for some minutes…” you say, handing Magda to Jess. The woman nods with a sad face.
And everyone looks at how you leave the party.
“I’ll go find her; please let me…” Pavitr tells Miguel, but he only stands there looking like an asshole.
“You’re right…” Miguel tells Peter, with his back facing him.
“I just want you and her to be happy.…” your husband nods, and Peter takes it as an apology and understanding of him.
“Can we talk?” Jess asks. Miguel knows he’s in trouble.
Both adults walk through the people to the most secluded area. Which seems to be a little garden.
“Do you want this baby?” Jess asks him, referring to the sleepy Magda in her arms.
“Or was it just for the lust of getting y/n pregnant?” It’s straight to the point, and it terrifies Miguel.
“Jess, you know I’ve always wanted a family,” he answers calmly.
“Then why the drama?. Everything seemed fine the whole pregnancy.”
“Lyla was right. I think I have PPND…” Jess sighed in relief because at least Miguel had an idea of his problem.
“That’s what I thought.” She replied.
“And now with this…I don’t wanna lose my girls” To hear Miguel in a vulnerable state was unusual. His eyes went straight to Magda. He walked closer to stroke her cheek.
He felt like a monster for what he did.
“You won’t lose them, Miguel. Everyone knows this baby, and y/n are beyond in love with you” Magdalena was his gift. And Miguel would always thank you for that.
The least he could do was be a supportive father and good husband.
“Go and talk with y/n. Then we can enjoy this peaceful party. It is almost time for the Festival of Lights” Miguel remembers how excited you were to see the lights. He worries that he won’t find you in time. Jess places a hand on his shoulder.
“Go. I’ll take care of Magda with Peter” The exit is crowded, so he hurries.
The streets are packed, people are celebrating, and some fireworks start.
Miguel ventures into the busy streets in hopes of finding you.
…
When Pavitr finds you, you are sitting on the long stairs that were the entrance of a temple. Your knees are pressed to your chest, your face hiding, and he can hear you sobbing.
“Oh… y/n,” he says, sitting beside you and hugging you. You are startled, but soon you are calmed to see your friend.
“I’m sorry for ruining the vibe of your party, Pav” He shakes his head, smiling.
“Nah, first of all, it’s my parent’s party. Second of all, nobody noticed what happened.”
“This was supposed to be a beautiful night. Not the start of the end of my marriage.”
“It’s not the end of your marriage, y/n. I can read people very well. Miguel and you hold an excellent dharma” You lift your head, looking at your friend. He offers you a kind smile that makes you feel comfortable.
“Call me ignorant, but what is specifically dharma?”
“It means a lot of things in my religion. But in this case, it means you and your husband have good energy. The connection is strong; there’s a balance that holds the love. And all of that is what Magda receives. This is just a bad season…” you analyze his words, trying to accept them.
“Then why do I feel like it’s not my fault? I feel that he needs to apologize…”
“Oh, because he does need to apologize. What he said was wrong. Even if he’s the one having a bad emotional moment, he caused this” It’s incredible how easy it was for Pavitr to understand when he was still a late teenager, only a couple of years younger than you, but wiser.
“Thank you, Pavitr,” he nods, hugging you again.
“Now come back, please. Gwen and Miles have been looking for you.”
“I’ll go. I need some minutes.”
He smiles one last time before leaving you alone again.
You sigh, and more tears spill, but quietly.
For a second, you don’t want to think about anything; you stare a the street in front of you.
The people laugh, scream, and look happy. A lot of them have the little lights in their hands already.
You try to savor the moment, so you sigh and breathe with your eyes closed, letting more tears run down your cheeks.
You could either fight for you and the love of your life and daughter… or move on, even if it was early to say it.
You don’t come to an answer because when you open your eyes, Miguel is on the stairs, going straight to you.
You’re startled, unconsciously standing up. You know you can’t enter the temple but you want to be away from Miguel.
He’s fast enough to stop you, grabbing your forearm.
“No. Not right now, Miguel,” you say firmly, with a broken voice.
“Wait. Please, bonita…” he hates to see you like that.
Finding you alone, crying on those stairs when everyone was happy and celebrating, was painful to him. Even more when he was the cause of it.
“I don’t want this night to be over with us fighting, please.”
You don’t say anything. You stare at him as he stays some steps under; you have him straight face to face.
“I didn’t mean anything I said before. I would never find someone else. Never, y/n” You remember his words.
Maybe I should go and make it real.
“That’s how it starts…” you say coldly. He shakes his head, grabbing both of your cheeks.
“No. No, mi amor… I only have eyes for you, and that’s how it’ll remain for the rest of my life,” he means it. Miguel fell in love with you one summer, months after meeting you. And from the day he accepted he was in love, the feeling never changed; it only increased.
“I must have… men postpartum depression” Immediately, you’re relieved. Because you had your suspicions, knowing that was the reason for the little downgrade of marriage soothed your worries about him cheating.
“Why have you always avoided it?.” You ask him. He only sighs, his hands leaving your cheeks to land on your shoulders.
“I don’t know. I guess I just… didn’t want to believe it?” you know he’s telling the truth. Miguel never lied; if he ever did, he would never babble. But he was looking defeated, showing vulnerability.
“It was stupid. I should have told you… agh, ¿soy un pendejo, no?” You nod, looking at him in the eye. Savoring his embarrassment, but not in a toxic way. You appreciated that he was recognizing his errors.
“We’ve talked about… Gabriella and what happened. But, now that Magda is finally here… I got scared again” It’s inevitable to not grow fond of him. He was guilty but also a victim of his own mind. And it was your role to help him.
“We’re not going anywhere, Miguel. I Can assure you that this family will last forever. Because I won’t let anything happen,” sometimes Miguel forgot that he married a brave young woman. Who showed him what he thought was lost in the world. And gave him a daughter to heal his past and grow better.
“I’d be lost without you and Magdalena, corazón. I’m so sorry for making you think otherwise.”
“And I’m sorry for not pressuring you to get help,” he smiles.
“No, y/n. You’ve done nothing wrong but being the most lovely and perfect mother and wife ever,” you blush. And Miguel will never stop loving his power to make you feel loved and blushed.
“Will you forgive me?”
“Are you going to the doctor?” He nods, so you sigh.
“And promise that this will NEVER ever happen again, Miguel O’Hara. Swear it…” he chuckles, but he knows it’s serious.
“I swear, this will never happen again. I swear it for my love for my wife and daughter”.
You smile, and that’s all Miguel needs to move his hands one last time. To your waist, to pull you closer.
As he hugs you, he enjoys the smell of your hair. That watermelon shampoo you loved to use. He’s at home.
“How can I begin with my apology?” He asks.
“Just hold me. Never… never, Miguel. Never let me go” his eyes get watery, and immediately his hands find their way to hold you, brush your hips, and lay his head on top of yours.
“I’m never letting go of the woman that saved my life” Tears flow across your face, but a smile grows too. No matter Miguel’s walls' height, you had all the power to crash them, and for the best.
“I love you, bonita,” you nod, sobbing and giggling simultaneously. Squeezed in his arms, you lift your head and smash his lips.
It’s warm, slow, and sweet. Both of you have flashbacks of the first kiss you shared. And it fueled the love, making the kiss even more adorable.
“I love you too. So, so much…” Between every so, you kiss his cheeks. It tingles him, so he laughs.
“Stop it, Nena” For some seconds, you stare at each other in silence, feeling the love slowly returning to reign.
You are thankful for having a husband like him. Someone who had problems like everyone else but would always stand up for his family and try to make everything better.
“Hear me out. I’ll never be able to give you back, Gabriella. But Magda and I will love and cherish you for her. This has been a big change for us, never forget that, Miguel” Magda was his light, just like you were the dawn he enjoyed every day. But the dread of his past wasn’t ready to leave yet. Nothing would compare to the time he had with Gabriella, but nothing would change the fact that she was gone.
“I’ll get over that someday. But now I have my girls, and it’s perfect. Simply perfect…” there was something about you that Miguel wouldn’t trade for anything. You gave him happiness, comfort, and a daughter.
The canon never warned him that you would appear, yet, there you were, willing to listen and help him. Even after all…
“I like the sound of that…. I can schedule an appointment with Doctor Spider-Man. He knows everything…”
“Yeah, that would be fine. I also think we should have a second honeymoon” Your eyes widen.
“What? Really?”
The first honeymoon was a fever dream. Almost a month in Oaxaca, in a boutique historic hotel, and fantastic food, outside activities, and… tons of sex. Thankfully you were cautious with protection, cause otherwise, Magda would have been a honeymoon baby.
“Yeah. Or we could have our first family trip. Magda is young enough to still make it pass as a second honeymoon” his playful tone makes you aware of what he meant, and it burns your cheeks.
“I’m also sorry about what happened last time we were…”
“I know,” you quickly answer.
“I would never waste the opportunity again. If I could go back in time, I would have apologized better and rewarded you with a big orgasm,” you laugh, punching his rock-hard chest.
“Miguel, shut up!. We’re at the entrance of a temple” he looks with curiosity and realizes it is true.
“Shit. Sorry… okay. Can we go back to the party?” You nod, and you gladly take it when he offers his hand.
…
When you make it back. The Festival of Lights is starting. Jess hurries and looks between you and him.
“Everything alright?” You nod.
“Thank you so much, Jess,” she says. It’s nothing, handing you a smiley Magda, who happily coos at you and Miguel.
The man smiles at her, kisses her hair, and takes her little hand.
“Oh, I got some perfect spots,” she adds. The balcony's edge is where a lake looks like a mirror with lights.
Peter, Hobie, Gwen, and Miles gather with you and your family.
But Pavitr leans closer.
“I told you it was all about the dharma you two hold,” the young man says, pointing at you and Michel.
Your husband frowns, confused.
“Dharma?”
“I’ll explain it later, man,” Pavitr answers smiley, leaving.
Miguel takes Magda in his arms, and he feels better; the light weight of his daughter and your head resting on his bicep was everything he needed as everyone watched the lights go up and illuminate the sky.
It was time to let go of his past at all. His present was right in his arms, and you were right.
As he would fight to keep his family, Miguel knew you would too, and that was a lot to say.
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Sends ideas / requests 4 Miguel. I’m planning something based on hummingbird (I love that song so much) <3.
I’m seeing Taylor Swift tomorrow SEND HELP OMG :0
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