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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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The second wip of the Reincarnation AU series; Isabela’s death.

Featuring another sketch at the end.

Time skip of fourteen years. What happened between Mirabel and Isabela’s deaths? You’ll never know.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below: murder and character death.

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So Much Hides Behind My Smile

“Knock, knock? Mi flor? Are you in there?” Someone asks, opening the door.

Isabela is sat at her vanity, carefully taking out the flowers she’d woven into her hair that morning. From the mirror’s reflection, she can see Milagro stood in the doorway, her family going about minding their own business just behind.

It had been a busy day, of course. Her perfect, albeit long awaited, wedding.

“Of course, mi vida. Did you need something?”

“I just came to see you,” he answered, shutting the door behind him. He laughed, walking over to her, just about to set a hand on her shoulder. “Well, it’s been a long day but we’ve finally made it to the wedding night—”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” Isabela snarls.

Milagro blanks for a minute. “Um… where else am I meant to sleep?”

“I don’t care. It’s not my problem.” She seethes, turning back to the mirror.

“In case the rest of the day didn’t clue you in, mi flor, we are unfortunately husband and wife now. It very much is your problem. And from what I understand, the sooner you have a baby, the happier your Abuela will be. Which you’ll have a hard time achieving if you don’t want me here.”

“If you so much as touch my shoulder, I will rip your penis off and feed it to my carnivorous plants.”

Neither says anything more.

But it takes exactly two seconds for them to act.

Milagro goes to charge his entire body into hers but is yanked onto the floor by throned vines, as Isabela throws herself straight onto him.

“How dare you treat me like this!?”

“How dare you!? This is my room and don’t you forget it!”

“Just because you’re a Madrigal doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, princesa!”

They scratch and hiss and hit like wild jaguars, fighting over the last scrap of meat.

It just keeps going.

Not only does he deserve it and worse, she can let out all the steam that’s been building inside her.

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“A perfect match,” Alma hummed, as Bruno poured them all another round of wine. “Isabela deserves the best and that is what she has. They will both bring so much good to the Encanto.”

“I can’t believe it. Where has the time gone?” Bruno added.

Pepa nodded, still drying her hair. “It feels like just yesterday Isabela was born and now she’s married and going to have babies of her own.”

“That will be our Lolita soon,” Félix smiled.

“I’m too young to have grandchildren! We’re too young to have grandchildren! No offence, Mama.”

Alma was in too good a mood to even remotely care.

“Is it really Dolores’ wedding next?” Bruno asked, teasing. “Because I had a little peek into the future and I saw—”

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE RUIN IT! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!” Pepa shrieked.

Bruno held his hands up in surrender as his sister began a play fight with him, Félix laughed riotously.

“Hey, I was only kidding!”

“Well, I don’t believe you!”

Alma chuckled too, before getting up. “I am going to check on Julieta and Agustín.”

“You do that,” Félix said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two.”

The rest of the grandkids, all of whom were drunk, were out in the courtyard, hyper as anything.

Camilo, Antonio and a variety of animals were dancing while Dolores played some lively tune on her bandola; Luisa singing a completely different song over the top.

Honestly, you wouldn’t know they were adults.

On any other day, she would probably have scolded them and sent them to bed. For now though, she is happy enough to just leave them. They aren’t hurting anyone or causing any trouble, to be fair.

Agustín and Julieta were sat quietly in another room, without the wine. Julieta has been in an odd state for the past few years with seemingly new cure, and Agustín has always preferred to keep some distance from his mother-in-law when he can help it.

But they should be together right now. This is Isabela’s day and they have all been her biggest supporters.

“They certainly make the happy couple,” Alma said, taking a seat beside them.

“Indeed.” Agustín agrees. “I had my doubts about this match, but I’m glad that I’ve been proved wrong.”

“So long as my girls are happy, then I’m happy.” Julieta declares.

“Well, mija, I can attest that Luisa is definitely happy.” She paused, trying to get the pair to hear the carryon happening outside. “And trying to make herself a soprano, apparently.”

After some wonky, forced long note from Luisa, they broke into laughter.

“It’s nice to see the kids are still enjoying life and spending time together,” Agustín remarked, smiling fondly.

Julieta’s smile drops.

“Not all of them.”

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Long after Milagro is gone and her temper has cooled, Isabela heads downstairs.

It’s late now.

The rest of the family is in bed. Or at least in their rooms.

She doesn’t know where Milagro went after she kicked him out, probably the guest bedroom, but she doesn’t care enough to check. He can sleep outside for all she cares.

She heard some footsteps on the way to the kitchen, but brushed them off.

One of Antonio’s animals, no doubt.

In the kitchen, she makes her way over to the coffee pot. It’s half full, just needs to be reheated - no doubt Luisa has beaten her to their usual midnight drinks.

Casita takes over, sliding her signature cup along to her.

“What do you think of all this, Casita?”

A few tiles clink.

“Mirabel? I’d be lectured for at least two hours about failed marriages in history or something if she was still alive.” Isabela glanced to the side. “Can’t imagine how she’d take this… knowing I just went back.”

More clinking.

“Well, what was I meant to do? I couldn’t say no.”

A cupboard smacks her shoulder, lightly.

She chuckled. Taking off the wedding ring.

“Haha, good point. You know, I always thought getting out of the Guzmán engagement would make me happy, and now I’m about two seconds away from committing murder.”

The beams squeak supportively.

“It’s nice to know someone’s got my back.”

The coffee pot, ready, is tilted over Isabela’s cup, filling it to the brim.

“Maybe I’ll let it happen. Let the family see he’s awful and then I’ll be free.”

It smells as good as usual, there’s an underlying hint of something that isn’t coffee though. She shrugs, and drinks it anyways.

Luisa’s been drunk since the ceremony ended, who knows what she’s put in here since. It’s probably alcohol - that she’s added in some spark of creativity. And Isabela isn’t too against the idea of alcohol in her coffee at all - it’s an idea she’ll try later, when she isn’t about to go to bed.

It doesn’t taste any different though.

She lets Casita dispose of the ring.

She returns to her room steadily, not paying much attention to the beautiful decorations that have been hanging since this morning.

It’s one of the odd times where she wasn’t the one to decorate Casita in her flora - it was her day. Abuela had made it very clear that she didn’t want Isabela to lift a finger.

She never really got a chance to admire them this morning either. She’s spent most of the day outside of Casita and when they have been home, she was in her room, getting ready with Dolores, her maid of honour.

Ah well.

They will still be there tomorrow.

All that matters now is that she’s alone, out of that hideous wedding dress and can sleep off her frustration with a drink.

She doesn’t bother switching on the light, just clambers into bed and setting the cup on her bedside table.

The café con leche is as inviting as always.

[Note reads, not in Isabela’s handwriting:

Dear family,

This is not about you, this is about me. I can’t cope with the pressure of being the perfect Madrigal any longer. I was not made to be a wife and mother - my most sincere apologies to Milagro, mi vida. I tried. You should not blame yourselves. I hope whatever is is next is better than this.

— Isabela]

#encanto #encanto reincarnation au #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #my writing #my art #encanto fanart

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evostar · 10 days

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The designs and info of isa’s family!!

Firstly Isabela! The mother of Camilo, Antonio and Dolores!! Her life is pretty rough, she was 6 when her father was taken away from her, while witnessing everything. She had a shitty ass husband who made her family’s life a miserable, the only reason she even married him was because of Alma, and arranged marriage. She divorced him 2 years ago and now she’s happily single. Alma still pressures her in this au too but since the divorce Alma has become much more softer and lowered her standards. Before she had Dolores though she had 2 miscarriages because of her husband!

Isabela was a crazy teenager, she also had a normal sistly relationship with mirabel, sometimes she was maybe mean but she knows mirabel knew she didn’t mean it, at least she thinks that. Her life changed when mirabel disappeared, not having mirabel in her wedding or when she had her kids was the worst. Since then she made sure her family was happy so they wouldn’t wanna leave like mirabel too.

It’s true that Isabela is a protective mother and maybe strict (like asian moms) but she’s the most caring person at the same time. You would never catch her be mean to Dolores or any other little kid. She has a nickname for every family member and a flower too!

Camilo is the eldest grandkid, being more than 5 years older than the others is hard for him, he constantly needs to “be a good influence”. Instead he is the most unserious grandkid, but the funniest! Alma tried to get him arranged with many girls but he passed them since he got eyes for an other person ;) He also had a pretty rough childhood because of his father, he abused him often without Isabela knowing and he was a pretty bad trouble kid. He had a close bond with his Tia mirabel though! Many called them “the age gap twins!” Isabela never complained. Camilo is a smoker, not a badly one just the one who smokes time to time, he got the addiction from his father :\ Camilo is 100% a mama’s boy.

He is a hardworking boy, charming and caring. Yet also trouble some and annoying too, he loves it to annoy his younger siblings or cousins, which they all hate from him besides Pepa. Him and Pepa have special bond, it often reminds him of the bond of him and mirabel, he and pepa often do pranks on others together or are just being besties together. He does have a lot going on which he hates, he is called “the one who never cares” often even though it is just hard for him.

Antonio!! He is as tall as canon mirabel in this au, and a bit chubby!! Antonio is a very shy kid and barely doesn’t have any friends, besides his idiotic trio friends, Juancho-Cecilia-Alejandra! The best four group you would see in town, he loves them very much as friends. Like Camilo, Antonio has a got a bd childhood, experiencing the same abuse as Camilo got. That hit his social life a lot and has made him isolated too, his friends and family kept him up the bad weather, which he is thankful for. He got a scar at his lip because when he was very little, he was playing with a Jaguar cup and the mother jaguar approached him and attacked him, just luckily hurting his lip before Diego saved him. (That jaguar turned out to be parces mother!) he’s still pretty childish in this au which makes him adorable, Alma tries to make him get more friends or more popular but he refuses often.

He’s a deliver boy! His main chore is delivering stuff around the down, he doesn’t like it very much but it’s just what he’s got to do, he thinks his gift could be much more useful but no one will listen to him. He’s the second eldest in the family and he quiet does act like a good influence, if it wasn’t for Julieta, Julieta is confirmed to be the best one out of the grandkids. (Well by Alma to say the least.) that doesn’t stop him from still having an good relationship with her.

Dolores is also a shy kid, shy enough for her to get nervous with her family too! She’s a free child who likes music and drawing a lot. Dolores is left unattended often since she’s quiet mature her age but she doesn’t like it to be alone. Her gift ceremony was a half month ago and it’s her nightmare, Dolores hates her gift but in the other side likes it slightly too. It has its own purpose. She didn’t have a too much bad childhood like Antonio and Camilo but unlike them she was a huge daddy’s girl. If he would’ve pushed her away or screamed at her she would still come back because she actually truly loved her dad no matter what but one day when she was 3 he randomly came to her and broke her leg (the reason Isabela divorced him) which broke her heart and now that he’s gone she is heart broken often, but she has grown more attached to antonio and isabela, if you would try and find her just go to either one of them and she’s there with them!

Later on she will meet someone called “senorita maripose” who she will talk to everyday is secret. For her senorita mariposa is a goddess guard guiding her home, like in a fairy tale (at least that’s what she got told by the woman.) Dolores doesn’t have any friends besides her best friend Mariano! She gets to see him very often and she loves him more than anything (not in a love way, they’re still kids!) they do make trouble often together and he’s the one only one who knows about senorita mariposa.

Ivan….yea…don’t got to say much about him. He is not a great guy since he grew up in a weird family. He got arrested 7 years in prison for child abuse and after Isabela found out what he had done everything she destroyed him. But at least he deserved it. He did pretty bad stuff.

Any thoughts on isa’s family? ;)

#encanto #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto au #encanto reversed time au #encanto oc #fuck him fr he’s shit 💔#they’re just babies ☹️#a lot of angst #abuse is not good 😡#my art

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queenofthedisneyverse · 4 months

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My version of the Tainted Miracle Au

Isabela, she started out as the tomboy of the family, loved playing in mud, pulling flowers out from the root to give to her mama, reading about all kinds of plants, etc.

Alma, however, wanted the girl to be more girly so when she became four, she started teaching the girl how to do more feminine things. The miracle didn't know that was going to be a problem but knew what her gift was going to be and blessed with the gift of creating beautiful plants of all kinds.

By the time Mirabel came along she was turning into a perfect feminine version of the tomboy she used to be. But being only eleven, she still tried to hold her childish nature and play with her younger sisters and primos.

But whenever she got too rough or messy, she gets scolded.

"Isabela! You got your dress dirty, the seamstress didn't custom tailor it for you to treat it like that."

After Mirabel got her gift, which was crystal, glass, and diamond creation. She was forced into the perfection role with Isabela being tasked to teach Mirabel what she knows.

At eight Mirabel noticed Camilo, Luisa, and Dolores didn't nearly get as much praise as She and Isabela did. so, she started helping them. She started making cute accessories and dresses (or at least attempted it) for Luisa to wear around town. Same for Camilo and Dolores.

She taught her primos and hermana how to walk agile, how to sit straight, and keep a smile. Dolores wasn't really all for it but tried her best. People would often ask for certain types of jewelry or just about anything made of glass or crystal. So, she would have Camilo, Dolores, and Luisa help her mail them around town if they would be in the area.

Camilo would model as Mirabel's manniquin when it came to Mirabel making clothes for the family. Alma saw this and in turn, gave him praise for helping her "Chica Diamante Perfecta"

They would also help Isabela with mailing certain flowers to certain homes or just give them to people when Isabela handed them the flowers to pass out.

They all would get praise for helping Mirabel and Isabela out…but this took a turn. It was expectant for them to be pretty and helpful just like Mirabel and Isabela.

Camilo could no longer slouch over or do boyish things. He was now supposed to help Mira, be a perfect babysitter (in other words mother), respectful, clean, and eat a normal portion of food.

Luisa was now supposed to handle herself with grace when doing chores in town. No running, no dirtying clothes that Mirabel made for you, head up, back straight, swift movements.

Dolores was now actually forced to socialize and "not be seen as rude" because she used to stay in her room too much. Earmuffs (that look like stylish earpieces) are mandatory for her if she has to socialize, luckily Mirabel made her some cute earmuffs for her to wear.

Overtime Isabela wasn't liking the attention being taken away from her and became distant. In her mind, they were all taking away her chance at becoming a Matriarch and making abuela proud.

Oh! New idea! Alma constantly holds the "you might become the future candle holder if you keep this up" trophy over them.

The other grandkids picked up hobbies to appease Alma. Camilo: Baking, sewing, and painting. Dolores: Writing, crafting, and ballet. Luisa: kindergarten volunteer, candle making, and knitting.

"H- Here you go Abuela, strawberry buñuelo's just how you like them" Camilo handed Alma the cookies. In return he got a thank you but he still couldn't help but doubt. Was it enough? should I make more? I hope they were decorated good enough…please be proud

When Antonio is born and grows up, he's still the same shy kid. But Alma, having five other perfect grandchildren, is teaching him how to be just like them after his ceremony.

Antonio (let's say two years after his ceremony), is started to mimic his siblings and primas behavior.

"I have to be mature, sit up straight, don't get dirty, help the town, be polite, become the future matriarch and make abuela proud"

Everything was fine, until Isabela's wedding day. just before she walks down the aisle, her whole life of suffering flashes before her eyes…and she snaps at the realization that her life wasn't her own.

she ran all the way from the church and to Casita. goes for the candle to snuff it out and fails, ending up getting shocked and scarred by it.

She figured she had enough time to write a letter to her primas and hermanas on what happened. Writing everything she could as fast as she could and left it in Mirabel's room marked as "Hermana's and primo's eyes only."

"To mi hermanas and primos, I'm so sorry I've been so distant with you and mean to you. Alma just molded me into something she wanted me to be since my ceremony day. She told me that if I stayed strong, independent, and perfect that I'll one day be a matriarch…like she told all of you. She stole my youth, stole yours, and is going to steal Antonio's youth if we let her…get the candle. It gave me scars but maybe, if you bide your time and plan correctly, you'll get the candle without it hurting you and maybe she'll listen to you. if not…destroy it, it's obviously the only thing she cares about if she doesn't want to hear your pain"

One after one, they all tried to reason with her...and ended up scarred and in a donkey barn...plotting the demise of the remaining madrigal adults, especially Alma's.

Additional info:

What about their parents?

What about Bruno?

What happened to Bruno?

How does Alma treat Julieta and Pepa?

Just a little insight on how messed up the kids really are in the au

Mannerisms

Designs and relationships

Playlist

Battle with own mind

Future outfits

See this version of Isabela's villain song as all the madrigal grandkids villain song.

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yellowcry · 2 months

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[Garish au]

Julieta: If I stayed, Mama would have to see the vision. And I have no doubt she would blame you. I couldn't let my kids to be blamed for something we didn't even understand fully. What else was I supposed to do?

Isabela: Well, I don't know

Isabela: Maybe... LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE?

#encanto #garish au #julieta madrigal #incorrect quotes #isabela madrigal

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row-boats3 · 11 months

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A piece I wrote in like 20 minutes because I have Encanto brain-rot and I started thinking of how Mirabel got her “gift” in a Celebrity!Madrigals AU

……..

Mirabel returned home sluggishly, tossing her bag to the couch as soon as she crossed through the door of their home.

Unsurprisingly, the house was empty.

Mama had gone to an interview for her new cook-book, dragging Papa with her as even with her collected front she hated doing interviews alone. Tia Pepa was working hard on recording her next album with Tio Felix. Dolores was at a meeting for her cover art, Luisa at training for the athletic event, and Camilo at a table read for a new, exclusive movie he wasn’t allowed to tell her about yet.

Even Senorita perfecta Isabela would be welcome right now, but she was out too, negotiating a contract with a new, up-and-coming fashion boutique.

Once again, ordinary Mirabel was left alone as her extraordinary family won over the hearts of the public.

It wasn’t like Mirabel resents them for it.

(Well, maybe she did - just a little - but she really didn’t mean to.)

Mirabel loved her family more than anything, and they loved her. She knew her family loved her, they showed it every day. They were just so busy with interviews, and work, and fans, and fame.

(And yeah, maybe things have been tough for a couple years since Camilo had started getting serious acting work. Maybe Abuela was starting to pressure Mirabel, or asking her why she hadn’t started working on something impressive like her sisters or cousins. Maybe Mirabel felt just a tiny bit alone every time her parents, or sisters, or cousins were too busy to ask about her day or help with homework. That didn’t mean they loved her any less, right?

Right?)

She turned the TV on, just to drown out the silence of the apartment. It landed on an old rerun of a talk-show from last week, an interview of Dolores quietly teasing her new album. Mirabel left in on, the familiar voice always calming.

There she was, home alone, given full range of the top floor apartment building her family owned.

She was was wholly, completely, unequivocally bored.

With nothing better to do, she decided to actually do some homework, pulling out notebooks of her bag and flipping to the next clean page of her math one. Her eyes wandered, smiling at the paper.

Just before it was a page full of doodles from when she got bored in class, all symbols important to her family. Herbs for Mama, A thunderbolt (the name of Tia Pepa’s first solo album), a chameleon for Camilo, Flowers for Isabela who always said she wanted to be a florist before modeling took off. Beside the individual drawing had been a smaller sketch, the markings inside a pair of pants.

Mirabel paused.

She glanced down at her own, suddenly very plain skirt.

Her private school had many rules on dress code - no colored hair, uniform below the knees, black shoes.

They said nothing against modifying the turquoise uniform, did they?

In a sudden moment of weakness and ADHD hyperfixation, the teen shot up. Papa kept some extra sowing supplies in the back of his closet, didn’t he?

Somewhat quickly, with only a small fight with a jacket, she’d gotten the sowing kit and changed clothes to pull her skirt over her lap.

She sowed, carefully working the needle in and out of the fabric in a focus she’d never had before.

So often, she was “the other Madrigal”, the boring one, the child left to herself. So, if she had to be plain Mirabel, the least she could do was have a not-so-plain skirt.

Two weeks full of lonesome days passed by thanks to that needle and thread before the skirt was done, and she was no longer so plain.

She had no idea almost a year and a half after that, she sold her first fashion design, catapulting herself from ordinary Mirabel into the spotlight as one of the Magnificent Madrigals.

#encanto #ao3 author #mirabel madrigal #I had to write this just so I could go to bed #celebrity au #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal

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gamerbearmira · 5 months

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I'm a Barbie girl

The spouses and the makeover <333

Idk I just felt the need give the spouses full bodies. And then the cool and warm couple get different clothes. Bruno doesn't change much, just a hat and his hair is tied back. Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel and Cereza insisted that they change the way they dress. Isabela's logic was that they leave behind everything from the encanto, including how they dress. And because I overexplain things. Here's why <33

So these specifically are after all the kids have married (save for Antonio). Julieta doesn’t work in the kitchen unless she’s in the bakery, so her casual clothes don’t have an apron, and her sleeves are unrolled. Agustín doesn’t feel the need to impress Alma, so he doesn’t wear a three piece, just a sweater <333 Pepa can more freely express her emotions, so sun isn’t the only major one, and the clouds represent how much more freedom she has? She also changed one of her earrings. Fèlix, not much changed, Antonio just wanted to match with him. And Bruno, he just tied his hair back and wears a hat now since preforms in the plaza in the day a lot.

ALSO THESE‼️‼️ I love doing these tbh idk why it’s so fun

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto julieta #encanto Pepa #encanto bruno #encanto felix #encanto Agustin #mama isa #mama Isabela au #mama isa au #encanto mariano

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toaverse · 1 year

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Mamá Isabela AU 2.0

An AU where Isabela basically raises Mirabel.

Enjoy!

Isabela always wanted to be a big sister, and although she was too young to remember Luisa being born, Isa got her wish when Mirabel joined the family.

Isabela couldn’t be happier, and she and Mira quickly grew to be best friends.

But after Isa’s ceremony, Alma and Pepa tried to separate the two sisters, wanting Isa to be perfect and the new matriarch of the family. But the oldest sister refused, and stuck with her hermanas

But things only got worse after Mira’s failed ceremony. The girl didn’t get a gift, and the family started to treat her badly. Alma and Pepa were really mean to her, and Julieta and Agustín were too busy to even notice their three daughters.

11 year old Isabela was the only one who comforted her youngest sister in the nursery that night, and she decided that she’d look after Mira. None of the adults bothered to do that anyways.

And that’s exactly what Isa did. Dolores quickly became the new golden child, but the sisters didn’t care.

Even after all that, Julieta and Agustín were too busy taking care of the town to even notice their three daughters, and Pepa and Félix just straight up only care about the gifts and the family remaining perfect…

But Isa just ignored them, and just focused on taking care of her youngest sister, and Luisa too, of course.

#mama isabela au 2.0 #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto au #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal

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adoptedmadrigal2 · 19 days

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Growth and gift.

As isabela and Dolores grow they are gifted another baby.

Modern au

"Isabela just turned one four months ago, how did this happen?" Julieta thought as she looked at the positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.

"Mi amor, are you ok?" Agustin asked on the opposite side of the locked door.

"I-I'm fine." Julieta said stuffing the test into her bra so Agustin wouldn't see. She exited the bathroom a moment later with a smile so he wouldn't be suspicious.

"Can you help Felix put the girls down for their nap while I make lunch with Pepa?" Julieta asked calmly trying not to show the obvious nervousness in her tone.

"of course, we'll even pull out the winter clothes to go through after dinner." Agustin said going to find his daughter.

"Pepa, come help me make lunch" Julieta called.

"Ok, but don't you usually shoo me out of the kitchen to do it all yourself?" Pepa said following her sister downstairs.

"I still would but I need to talk to you," Julieta said.

"What's wrong?" Pepa said planting herself on the countertop near where Julieta was cooking.

"So I was supposed to get my period on Tuesday and it's Saturday and I haven't had it yet so I took a pregnancy test just to see and it came out positive." Julieta said

"Oh. What were you two doing? We've barely had time away from the girls," Pepa said.

"I know, but that weekend we sent them to mama's, Agustin and I took full advantage." Julieta said.

"Are you telling him?" Pepa asked hopping down from her perch to get a glass of water, but in a wine glass because it felt appropriate for the sisterly gossip.

"well I wanted to talk to you about that, I want to surprise him," Julieta said

"I have an idea, let me call my girlfriend Pam, she's a creative genius and she has a knack for pregnancy announcements." Pepa said picking up the home phone and dialing the number

"hey Pam, I need a favor, and a bottle of alcohol free wine,"

Several days later when Agustin got home from work one evening, he went to change out of his work clothes and saw a box on the bed.

He opened it and unwrapped the tissue paper. In it he found the positive pregnancy test and a onesie that said 'look out world, here I come'

"Julieta?" He said quietly.

"I'm right here," she said emerging from the bathroom with her blue nightgown on and hair nearly wrapped up in a towel.

"is this true?" He asked

"yeah I've got the first ultrasound next week," Julieta said

"I'm gonna be a dad again," he laughed picking up his wife and twirling her around.

Seven months pass with happiness and explanation to the girls. It is nearing Isabela and Doloress birthdays and Julieta knew this baby would be born in September.

She was struggling though, her belly was huge, bigger than when Isabela was born. And her back hurts worse than it ever had, and she was still in her 20's. She prayed she wasn't carrying twins, one was plenty. Especially since having a two year old is hard enough.

The first week of September came and that Saturday she was admitted after her water broke. It wasn't until Sunday evening that her baby girl was born. A whipping 6 pounds 9 ounces. She was even smaller than Isabela who weighed in at 8 pounds 3 ounces at birth.

What Julieta wondered is how something so small could take up so much room. Julueta was so large by the time she had this little girl everyone around town was questioning whether or not she had twins cooking in her. By the end Julieta was wondering herself if somehow she had twins.

But never less her second daughter was born and beautiful. Agustin took the liberty of letting Julieta have some time with their baby to go get her something to eat. His poor wife hasn't eaten anything for almost 30 hours.

After she had eaten and the baby had successfully latched and nursed. They had to decide on a name.

"I feel like she looks like a Luise," Agustin said looking at the sleeping infant.

"I was thinking Lisa," Julieta voiced.

"Luisa, it combines both names," Agustin suggested.

"I love it, Luisa Everly, a perfect name for our beautiful daughter," Julieta smiled.

After filling out the paperwork they got to go home with baby Luisa and introduce her to the girls.

When they arrived the two toddlers looked at the carrier.

"This is your sister Isa," Julieta said trying to get Isa to interact with Luisa.

Neither girl was interested in the infant, but Julieta expected that in this stage. By the time the eldest two got their own room, they would be pulling Luisa around with them.

And now the beginning of something wonderful.

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LRTL AU | Uncertain pathways

Mirabel didn’t regret punching Camilo.

Sure she hurt herself, and that was perhaps karma for doing so given she rarely let herself use violence as means of resolving frustrations. She was not a violent person by nature but the fact Camilo was being both stubborn and self-righteously dense in his belief, it was worth it.

She had thought his mood towards her older sister was more from a place of protection given what had happened but… it seemed now that had grown to outright hate for the sake of it. Not for her benefit. Not for her safety.

Now all of that could have cost her her sister and her Sobrino.

The notion of Isabela having a baby still was…novel to her. A baby boy as well as another sense of unexpected joy as well. She was eager to see the baby and hold him and love him but… not this soon. Camilo had put her unborn nephew at risk…when he didn’t need to.

Was this messier than what Isa did to her?

Mirabel liked to think so. At least only her was in danger that time… and at least Isa actually was remorseful about it too.

A baby was thrown into the risk beside Isa’s overall health and Camilo couldn’t seem to care less, which, Mirabel thought was worse in comparison. Isa seemed to have…learned. Not Camilo. Why was this such a horrible contrast between her family?

Why did this have to happen again?

“You okay, Mija?” Her mother’s voice was soft.

Mirabel looked up and smiled softly as her mother sat down beside her, taking her hand and gently rubbing over the bruise that still lingered there with her thumb. Mirabel had declined her mother’s food for the time being; it felt good to have it.

“Si, Mami.”

Julieta sighed deeply, “I’m sorry.”

Mirabel looked at her in surprise, “For what?”

Julieta paused for a moment, “I’ve been….far more absent in all of your lives than I realized when I…shouldn’t have. Kept you from…your sister.”

Oh.

Mirabel’s eyes dropped from her face to her knuckle again. She hadn’t…overly noticed too much. Her mother had been quiet and tired but Mirabel had put that to stress more than anything.

“Are you okay now, Ma?”

Her mother didn’t answer right away, her gaze not meeting her eyes. “I will be. It’s… a lot I’m working through emotionally.”

Mirabel’s eyes furrowed in concern. “You can talk to me, you know, Mama.”

Julieta smiled, leaning forwards and kissed her cheek. “I know, but some things are still for adults. You’ve been through a lot and…your Abuelita’s is brutally blunt.”

The concern didn’t feel any less, but she supposed that… maybe her mother had a way to handle whatever was troubling her. “So…” Mirabel opted to change the topic, “I’m gonna be a Tia. You’re gonna be an Abuela.” She grinned, “Are you gonna be called Abuela Julieta or just Abuela?” she nudged her a little as she spoke,

Julieta’s face froze a little. “I’m going to be an Abuela….” Her voice was faint.

Mirabel’s smile faded a little, “Si, Mama. Abuela gonna be Bisabulea.” She gave her mother a soft look, “I thought Papa told you.”

Julieta blinked for a moment then nodded, “I…he did.” Her voice went a little higher, “I just…didn’t think too much about it…what it could mean.”

And now, Mirabel realized she had probably poked a hornet’s nest. Still, she supposed her mother would have had to come to terms with it sooner or later. More so sooner so she could help when the baby’s ready to be born.

“Hm, and Pa’s gonna be an Abuelo.” Mirabel chuckled. “I’ve already made the baby a hat. Of course, before I knew it was a boy, it was neutral colors. I’m not sure if Isa’s opened the present yet. She’s probably waiting for later. I plan to make a little blue knitted one now.” She could already think up a few designs. The knot hat was cute but now, she could make it personal. She bet Isa would definitely appreciate that.

“Oh…” Julieta huffed out deeply, “We’re going to have to sort out a lot…”

“I’m sure Abuelita’s got it sorted, I doubt Isa’s gonna just move back to Casita for the space when Camilo can’t get his head out of his—“

Julieta groaned softly, interrupting her. “Right… we need to get the mess with Camilo sorted.”

“What? You thought Isa would move back on the basis of the baby? After…all the shit she’d been put through?” After what she had been put through as well? But Mirabel didn’t mention that part. She did…like the space and it was comfortable; Abuelita was right to have Isa live away but… she didn’t want Isa to be unwelcome. Casita should still be her home.

But now, she supposed it was going to be the worse place for her to be: Camilo and his attitude problem, but also now Parce. She hadn’t seen what sort of damage had been done but... it was done.

“I…wasn’t thinking.” Julieta moved, standing up. “You’re Tia’s too on the defenses about Camilo.. I’ll need to have another talk with her.”

“Didn’t Tia throw a storm at Tio?” Sure, the rain had tapered off now but it had picked up rather harshly again. She hadn’t clocked onto what the issues were besides seeing Tio Felix leave his and Tia’s room in a huff but…she supposed that it made sense Tia was more on Camilo’s side. Camilo was a mama’s boy.

Annoyingly so.

“I’m…not going to get into the middle of their affairs.”

Clearly knowledge with experience, Mirabel noted so she left it at that. Antonio’s door opened, and the flurry of animals thumped across the balcony before both their heads turned and watched as the 5 year old hurriedly excitedly with his armload of paper.

“Mirabel, Let’s go visit Isa!”

Abuelito had been the one to stay with her, as Isa lay in the clinic’s temporary bedding so she happily laid to rest, letting him talk and navigate a one-sided conversation, the distinct tobacco smell off his clothes seemed oddly comforting as well as he knitted. His smoking habits had seemed to return a little more, it seemed.

Bella kept popping her head in often, giving her food and water, even a few new pills of vitamins and some she knew were simply to keep the baby healthy and to destress her. She didn’t see a fault in that; she wanted to keep the baby in as long as it needed.

“Have you thought of a name?” Abuelito asked, “I’m almost finished. All I need is the initials.”

Isabela didn’t raise her head, though she smiled softly as she looked at his work. It was beautiful, mostly a shell pattern across but while it was most indigo blue, it seemed to gradient off into white with almost a lacy patterned edging. She had watched at work and even tried herself but this was still stunning to watch him finish up the last corner so easily and quickly.

“Since we know it’s a boy…. I wanted to ask if I could call him Dante, after Tio Dante.” Isabela raised her head, noting how he seemed to pause with his wool though he nodded softly.

“I see.”

“I don’t have to, it’s just an idol thought. If it was a girl, I was gonna call her Dahlia, after the flower.” Isabela didn’t necessarily backtrack but she didn’t want to push any buttons. “I had planned to talk to Fran about them earlier.”

“I think… your Abuelita should be the one to ask. I’m okay with it, if that’s what you want to name him.” Abuelito remarked softly, gently cut the line. “If you stick with a D as a first name, then I can put the initials in now.”

Isabela snorted softly. “I suppose. There’s always Danilo or…Diego… or Dominic.”

A pleasant silence settled between them though she watched as he pulled his kit closer and treaded up a large needle with white wool and began to gently start stitching.

But, the peace didn’t last long before the door opened and—

“Isa!” Antonio’s voice was sharp, echoing loudly into the small room, Abuelito slipped with the needle and stabbed himself in the finger

“Indoor voices, Toñito!” Mirabel’s voice was soft, quickly catching up before the kid.

Isa blinked in surprise, sitting up swiftly though hissed sharply as the movement pulled at her injuries.

Antonio, a little oblivious, hurried in full of excitement and dumped his little armload of paper onto the side of her bed and all over the floor.

“Oh no.” Antonio didn’t look put off, bending down out of her line of sight and began to pick them back up. “Sorry! I spilled them. I’ll pick them up!” He declared.

Isa watched him for a moment before wordlessly glancing to Mirabel who seemed to watch him with a fondness.

“He spent a good portion of the afternoon on these.” Mirabel started off, “Didn’t you, Toñito?”

“Yes, well why not?” Antonio’s head popped up, looking very hopeful. “I’m very, very, very, very sorry about Parce, Isa. I made your cards to help you get better and…and I hope I gets first holds of the baby!”

Isa’s eyes flickered down to the sheets though the sense of bewilderness hadn’t entirely left her, she found herself pulling a few pieces of crude child drawings towards her.

Clearly, he had put a lot of effort into them, mostly stick figures, a few animals, balls with faces in the spidery hands of what she assumed was her holding the baby with him next to her, then there were a few just of animals—probably gotten side-tracked in his drawings and reverted back to his interests.

“Can you find her the card?” Mirabel guided.

Antonio’s curls bounced swiftly as he nodded then began to look through.

Isabela watched though…she couldn’t say she had interacted too much with Antonio at all…ever really. In passing it had been brief but they were otherwise so...different. Not to mention the sixteen years between them didn’t make it all too easy to talk with the kid.

Still, she’d humor him. She had to get better with kids if she was going to be having her own soon.

“Abuelito!” Mirabel finally noticed their grandparent, moving off to hug him.

“Ah, Mirabel.” Abuelito pulled his bleeding thumb from his mouth, gently coming to allow a soft hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“Is that a baby blanket?” Mirabel got distracted as she noticed his work.

“Here it is!” Antonio pulled her attention away as the two began to talk and gush about the baby’s presence. In his hands, he held out a single folded piece of paper, again one with a drawing on the front before she took it with a soft smile and carefully set it down to open it up.

To Isabella

I aM VeRy SoorrRy AboT ParCce.

CaMillO iS StuPid HeaD.

LoTs oF LovE

AnTonio

It was very rough and it seemed at least he had written it himself; not Tia Pepa writing in for him given the spelling and mishap of letters that were spread unevenly across the page but…she did

“Do you like it?” Antonio asked nervously, “I spelled and writed it all myself.”

“I can tell.” Isabela gently folded it shut, “Thank you, it’s a very….thoughtful card.” She answered.

Antonio lit up happy. “Does it mean you’ll let me hold the baby after you’ve done cooking it?”

Isabela leaned back onto her injured side, and patted the space available for him to clamber up on. Antonio didn’t hesitate to climb but she could see he was being very careful not to touch her. Probably worried. His eyes lingered on her arm for a longer moment which dampened his excited face as he settled, letting his feet swing off the side.

“We’ll have to see when he’s born, okay?”

“he? It’s a boy baby?”

Isabela nodded, “So far, Si.”

“Yay! I won’t be the youngest boy in the family for much longer!” He clapped his hands, “how long until he’s done?”

Isa sucked in a thoughtful breath, “Hopefully… as long as no one stressed me out too much, another two months.”

“Two months?!” he looked shocked, “But you’re not fat enough to be this far done!”

“Antonio!” Mirabel gasped as Isabela snorted.

“What?” Antonio looked at her innocently and confused, “I thought babies make women fatter when it’s near born? Señora Gutiérrez is really, really big!”

“Señora Gutiérrez is carrying twins, Toñito!” Mirabel flushed pink, “Isa, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Isabela waved off the apology though she couldn’t but be amused at his innocent antics. He probably had no idea about how babies to made outside passing remarks and passive observation.

“So? One baby would make her half as fat. Wouldn’t Isa be bigger if she had a baby in her belly when it’s only 2 months away?” he frowned at her stomach, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” Isa hesitantly patted his back, “It’s still there, and just… something I inherited from my Abuela’s side of the family. Mirabel and Luisa also have the same potential to have a very hidden baby when they have children.”

“Wait, we do?” That caught Mirabel’s attention, she turned to Abuelito swiftly “We do?!”

“You’re not dating anyone, you don’t need to worry.” Abuelito assured, “Your Abuelita did mention telling you about it, did she not?”

“I didn’t think me or Luisa were part of that! Oh, we’re all gonna have to be so careful!” Mirabel nervously chewed on her nails for a second, “At least you’re right. I’m not seeing anyone. I can wait…..probably until I’m twenty to think about dating...”

As Mirabel continued to mumble, Isa turned back to Antonio.

“So…there’s a whole baby in there?” He pointed a finger to her belly.

“Si.”

Antonio stared down at the belly still, clearly trying to understand, looking like he wanted to prod her stomach to be certain.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Isa sighed though gently took his hand and pressed it to the most prominent place of contact. It took a few seconds until she felt a flutter that hit in that area before Antonio pulled his hand away.

“Ew.”

“Toñito, that was the baby.” Mirabel chuckled, “You know, you used to do that as well in your Mami’s belly. We could even see your elbow or even foot as well every time you moved and kicked”

Antonio looked a little horrified. “How did I end up in Mama’s belly to do that?!”

“Why don’t you ask your Mami all about that?” Isa suggested slyly. “She knows all about how babies are made.”

“Isa…” Mirabel gave her a look.

“What? He’s going to ask sooner or later. Would you rather he asked his animals like Parce how they make babies?” She liked to think she had a point and was innocent but if anything she was feeling that Tia Pepa could do with a distraction.

“Wait, Parce knows too?” Antonio perked up at the prospect of learning from other sources.

“You know what, why don’t we go and visit your mother,” Mirabel hopped off the chair but surprisingly, Abuelito got there first by folding up the blanket and was on his feet before she could take a step forwards

“Actually, may I join you? I need to talk to your Abuela as well.”

“Are you sure?” Mirabel spoke, looking a little concerned, “It’s… a little tense at Casita.”

Isa raised her head a little at that but…it felt oddly nice to hear it. Were they upset about what happened? Mirabel seemed very upset and Antonio so… it seemed she at least had some people in her corner.

It really shouldn’t have come to her getting mauled for that really…though she was glad Mirabel seemed willing to stay in the room with her, even if it wasn’t the first time. She still half expected Mirabel to keep more of a distance.

“I don’t expect less in your household at the moment, given the circumstances.” Abuelito smiled fondly, “We’re taking the rest of Isa’s belongings from her room that she’ll need since she won’t be returning.”

“Wait, at all?”

Isa purposely didn’t answer but she had already talked with Abuelito about it. They already said they’d cope with the baby when he was born so…she was content with her decision. The baby would be safe with her at her grandparents’ house. Not Casita. Not with Camilo and certainly not around Antonio’s animals.

The three of them left her in peace and quiet so Isa got herself comfortable, collecting up the sheets of Antonio’s drawings into a neat pile underneath Abuelito’s hand-made baby blanket before she let herself nap.

The mood at Casita wasn’t any better, Mirabel found. The wind had picked up and the rain poured with thunder growling in the sky. Antonio huddled into her side as they walked, clutching at her skirt. In most cases, Antonio was never weary of the thunder. Mirabel knew that he had been hearing it since before he was born whenever Tia had her mood swings to find it a constant and comfort but it seemed today, it was not a comforting echo of thunder that he could listen to.

The sound of raised voices didn’t bode well as they crossed the threshold, Casita giving a sad wiggle of tiles but seemed to direct the trio to seats underneath the balcony.

Luisa sat with a book on her lap, surprisingly her hair was down though it seemed their mother was gently platting the front away from her face as she read. Though given her sister’s eyes weren’t moving across the page a lot, it seemed like she was distracted.

Not that Mirabel expected less given the weather.

“Are they still arguing?” Mirabel asked, sparing a look at her Tia’s door.

“It cooled down for about…ten minutes before Felix returned to talk. Abuela went in to discuss Camilo’s punishments and… well it’s been an hour since. I can’t see she’s very gotten far.” Julieta spoke, eyeing the door with concern.

“Well, I hope he gets severely punished still.” Antonio declared, with his hands on his hips and looking adorable despite his clear attempt to be serious, “he used my friends and almost killed a baby so he should!”

Luisa looked up worriedly from the page. “How…How is she?”

“Resting, no current risks,” Abuelito assured, drifting over to kiss Luisa on the cheek and going as far as to give Julieta a hug as well. “Now, May I borrow some hands? Isa’s asked for some more of her belongings to be brought down.”

“I can help.” Luisa rose to her feet, her hair falling from Julieta’s fingers. “Sorry,” She added down to her mother. Julieta sighed though held out a ribbon.

“It’s almost done, let me just tie it off at least.”

Mirabel led Antonio away towards the kitchen, getting him a snack and a drink first before he took his leave as a Pico dropped onto his shoulder and began to squawk about his day.

Mirabel found herself a little lost on what to do, aside from avoiding the weather, she could go to her room, and make a start on the little hat she had planned.

Her eyes slid across to the doors again, landing on Dolores’s door for a moment before she found herself walking towards it and gently knocked.

It took a few moments before the door opened and Dolores’s tired face appeared, wordlessly, she was nodded in.

“Are you okay?” Mirabel asked as she slipped in, shutting the door quietly after her though her eyes lingered around to see…Dolores’s room looked oddly empty. A bag packed and oddly organized. There were square tiles of triangular-shaped foam also packed in different bags. Like…Dolores was moving.

“I…suppose.” Dolores sighed, coming to sit down at the end of her bed.

“Are you...leaving?” Mirabel asked in alarm.

“No….well, I’ll be moving in with Mariano for two weeks to get a break away from this…mess. “Gesturing to the door. “I asked Pa if I could as well so…he knows. He’d told Abuela but… I don’t think she’s going to fight him on that. He knows I need this. He’d rather know and help than have me sneak out the house behind their back and risk getting hurt or lost”

“Does Tia know?”

Dolores shrugged, “She’s too focused on Camilo right now. She’s….too loud to approach just now anyway, you know....”

Mirabel winced in sympathy. But, she supposed if Isa had benefited from loving away, it made sense Dolores needed the space as well given the new mess that happened because of her brother.

“I hope it goes well for you.” Mirabel reached forwards, coming to hug Dolores’s shoulders. “Have you got any good plans?”

“Hm, well, now that you mention it. We’re going to go camping mid-week for a few days. Far enough that Encanto will be background noise for me.” Her eyes seemed to light up. “Just us. As a couple.”

Mirabel smiled deeply. “I really hope it goes amazing for you then. Did you need me to make you anything? A new head wrap for sleeping? A new nightgown? I kinda want to be busy right now.”

Dolores pondered thoughtfully before she reached over and pulled out her set of ear muffs and held them out. “Do you think you could make a night-time version of these? They keep slipping off during the night.”

Mirabel nodded excitedly. Certainly sounded like a good project to start and one that could be appreciated and needed. Dolores deserved a break and a chance of a normal relationship. This house was… a mess. Mirabel knew she could handle it and try to help. Her mother seemed to be a little more proactive now which was a good start and her father was certainly a little less stressed now. She hadn’t dared wake him up given she had passed him napping in a hammock to get up here. How he stayed asleep in this weather, she had no idea but she wouldn’t wake him either if he needed it.

“I’ll get started right away.”

Dolores watched her Prima leave with a skip in her step away, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the door swung shut and left her alone again. She rose to her feet again, coming to her closed, roller desk, and pulled it open.

Inside, laid sheets of paper and her scribbles before she dug out the map and unfolded it, and began to continue to copy it out into a fresh page.

This was an old map, and while she knew the mountains had disfigured the traditional means of using it against old pathways out, she knew she had to at least get the general locations down for there to be a chance of a way out.

Dolores knew she was playing a risky game but this was her final part in it before she’d think more for herself.

She knew what Mateo Marquez wanted; a way out. Dolores could hear the anger the sister had every time his name was mentioned but also how anxious the woman was now she couldn’t find him given he had escaped through his bedroom window after she had beaten him. There was no mistake in her eye that Sofia Marquez would kill him in her next rage if they were to meet again.

There were many secrets that his family had that she knew she couldn’t simply share, the fact that Señor Marquez had wound up killing his abusive wife was one of them. She hadn’t understood back then what she had heard, she had only been seven at the time. Everyone thought she had died accidentally falling off a balcony when drunk. Señor Marquez pretty much avoided all types of conflicts himself now, even mildly addicted to some sedatives his daughter put in his morning coffee to keep him compliant.

How Mateo had a kind heart was beyond her but the fact he didn’t want to be like his mother or sister said a lot. He wanted to be there for his son… but he needed to leave. His hiding place kept him alive and secretly hidden from his sister and her probing questions for now. Francesca’s plan of keeping him quiet from her own family did seem to work out well; Sofia had no reason to suspect them of lying if they were genuine in their responses.

Dolores wasn’t stupid to know what would or could happen.

Given the hypocritical mess and the high chance of losing the baby, she’d rather Isa went with him. Give them a chance to be a small but happy family.

But, she was getting ahead of herself; Isa would certainly reunite with Mateo first before any decisions were final.

For now, Dolores busied herself with her maps, the sounds pleasantly scratching at her ears at the same time Mariano was idly humming a soft tune as he worked in town.

Fran was glad to be allowed out of her room, having already taken the time to reorganize it to fit a small bed and squished her furniture out of the day to make space, taking the time to feed Mateo a few snacks as well as sneak him to the toilet for relief and a shower. She didn’t need man smell to bring up awkward questions again. As soon as he was done, redressed in both clothes and medical dressing, he was back under her bed and sketching designs of a baby crib in her old notebook for got bored of.

Now it was evening, before the evening meal and so, her mother retrieved Isabela from the temporary, clinic space. Her Abuelo was renting the building first to see if it’d work for their needs or if they’d need a completely new build to their specific requirements. Fran didn’t pay too much attention to the success of it really just yet.

Isa came looking very sallow and tried, her arm held up and wrapped up, hobbling a little as she walked to keep her weight off her leg though Fran led her back to her room to get her settled.

“Here, You take the big bed.”

As much as Fran wanted her own bed, she wasn’t stupid or selfish enough to forgo Isa’s needs. She wasn’t going to be responsible for the baby’s loss if she could help it. A big bed, more comfort and a big chance of the next two days in it, she was gonna need the space. It was only for a few days after all.

“it’s okay,” Isa mumbled, “I can take the small one.”

“No. I already swapped the sheets and put the clean set on the big one. Hush and get in.” She ordered.

Without much complaint, Isa complied and crawled straight onto the bed with a soft hiss and otherwise flopped and settled.

Underneath the bed, a box moved as Mateo’s face appeared between the gaps.

Fran gave him a soft look to hold off. “Isa…”

Isa looked up slowly, her chin settling on her pillow. “I know that tone… what do you want?”

The remark made her snort a little, rolling her eyes. “Look, just so you don’t freak out. Mateo is alive—“ Isa’s face brightened up as she said that, “and currently under the bed.”

“What?” Isabela blinked, wiggling a little to peek over the edge.

Taking the hint, Mateo winced as she moved a few boxes and wiggled his head out.

“Mateo!” Isa’s eyes widened as she saw him, slipping out of the bed onto the floor and pulling him immoderately into a kiss.

“Ugh.” Fran looked away. “You’re in my room and both fucked up by injuries. Don’t even do anything remotely sexual here!”

Isa pulled back, though it seemed a small flurry of flowers seemed to pop up around the window without much thought as she cupped his face. “I’m so happy to see you!” she whispered.

Mateo seemed also swept up in the moment as well though he winced a little as he moved, a hand coming to her stomach briefly then to her face to cup her cheek. Though his face morphed into concern as he saw her bandages. “What happened?”

“More shit hit the fan by the Madrigals.” Fran called, “Mateo, my mama’s gonna bring food in in a minute so hide again. As long as Isa’s resting, you can talk as much as you want in daytime hours. Once the lights are out, we all got to sleep.”

“Si, ma’am.” Mateo mockingly saluted after her.

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