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mapis-putellas · 10 days ago

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅?

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1300

Warnings: none

Summary: Alexia’s loses her beloved Fred, a stuffed giraffe you’d given her on your one year anniversary.

Notes: Changed my writing style up a little. Hope it’s somewhat okay

You stepped into the house, expecting to find Alexia in her usual spot on the couch or in the kitchen. Instead, the sight that greeted you was an absolute mess—blankets strewn about, pillows tossed to the floor, and Alexia standing in the middle of it all, looking utterly defeated. Her face was blotchy, her eyes red from crying, and when she saw you, her expression crumpled even further.

"Ale, what happened?" you asked, quickly dropping your bag and stepping over the clutter to reach her.

Her bottom lip wobbled as she tried to speak, her voice choked with emotion. "Fred... he's... he's gone," she managed, her accent thick with distress.

You blinked, a mix of confusion and amusement flickering over your face. "Fred?"

She looked up at you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The... giraffe. You know," she said, sniffling, her voice trembling. "You gave him... one year ago. Anniversary."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as the memory surfaced. For your first anniversary, you'd found a little stuffed giraffe and gifted it to her, joking that it reminded you of her—tall, unique, and utterly adorable. To your surprise, she'd taken to it immediately, naming him Fred and declaring him her "little amigo." Since then, Fred had become a surprising constant in Alexia's life, stashed in her training bag, sitting on her bedside table, and even sometimes making the journey to the locker room with her.

You hadn't realized how much he meant to her until now.

"Fred is... gone?" you echoed, trying to sound sympathetic despite the amusement bubbling up inside you. It was a little stuffed giraffe, after all.

"Yes!" she practically wailed, burying her face into her hands. "I... I looked everywhere. Todo la casa. Todo," she said, her voice muffled.

Your heart softened as you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Hey, hey. We'll find him, I promise."

She looked up at you, a spark of hope in her teary eyes. "Really?"

"Really," you said, squeezing her shoulder. "You know, Fred can't have gotten far.”

She sniffed, managing a small smile. "Sí... maybe he just... he went to explore."

You started searching the house together, combing through every room. Alexia seemed to be calming down a little with each room you checked, though her anxiety was still palpable as she checked every possible nook and cranny. You turned over cushions, looked under the couch, peeked in closets—even checked the fridge, though that one earned you a puzzled glance from Alexia.

"Just in case Fred got hungry," you said, grinning, and she rolled her eyes, finally laughing a little through her worry.

But after nearly an hour of searching, there was still no sign of Fred. Alexia sat down on the couch, fresh tears pooling in her eyes as she looked up at you. "I... I think he's... gone," she whispered.

You knelt in front of her, brushing a thumb across her cheek to wipe away a tear. "Hey, don't say that. We'll find him, okay? Fred's just... probably hiding somewhere you haven't thought of yet."

She nodded, looking down at her lap. "I just... I feel silly," she mumbled, her accent thick as she tried to explain herself. "He's... only a giraffe. But he... means much."

You felt a pang in your chest at her vulnerability. "He's more than just a giraffe to you, though. He's special."

Her eyes met yours, and she nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Sí. You... gave him to me. He's my... little Fred."

"Let's keep looking," you said, standing and offering her your hand. "One more sweep, and if we still can't find him, we'll retrace your steps. Maybe he got left somewhere."

She took your hand, squeezing it gratefully. "Thank you.”

After combing through the house once more with no luck, you decided to check her car. It was the last place Alexia could remember seeing him, though she was adamant that she'd brought him inside the previous day.

As you opened the passenger side door, you felt a small thrill of victory. There, tucked neatly into the seatbelt, sat Fred, looking perfectly content.

"Oh my God," you whispered, trying to stifle your laughter as you reached in to grab the stuffed giraffe. "Alexia, I found him!"

She hurried over, her eyes widening as she saw Fred safely buckled into the passenger seat. A mixture of relief and embarrassment washed over her face as she reached out, taking him into her arms and hugging him tightly.

"You... you were in the car?" she murmured to the toy, her voice soft, as if she were scolding him. She looked up at you, cheeks flushed. "I... I forgot him there?"

You grinned, unable to resist teasing her just a little. "Looks like he decided he wanted a front-row seat for the drive."

She huffed, but there was a glint of laughter in her eyes. "Don't... make fun of me," she muttered, clutching Fred protectively to her chest.

You leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm not. I'm just glad we found him. And that he's safe and sound."

Alexia's expression softened as she looked down at Fred, giving him one last squeeze before she turned back to you. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice full of gratitude.

"Anytime," you replied, wrapping an arm around her as the two of you headed back inside. "Fred is practically part of the family, after all."

She gave you a warm smile, resting her head on your shoulder as you walked back into the house together.

That evening, after dinner and a movie, you found yourselves curled up in bed. Alexia lay beside you, Fred tucked under one arm, nestled against her chest as she settled comfortably into your side. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, brushing a hand through her hair as she closed her eyes, clearly exhausted from the day's events.

"Going to sleep with him tonight?" you teased gently, running your fingers up and down her arm.

She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips as she glanced at you. "Yes. Just... in case. No more... lost Fred."

You chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like a good plan.”

For a while, you lay there in comfortable silence, the soft rhythm of her breathing mingling with the quiet sounds of the night. She shifted closer, her body warm against yours as she nestled further into your embrace.

"You know," you whispered, breaking the silence, "it was really sweet how much you cared about finding him. It just shows how much love you have in your heart.

She looked up at you, a small blush coloring her cheeks. "It's... because of you. You give him to me, so... he's special."

You smiled, gently rubbing her back as you held her close. "Well, I'm glad Fred means so much to you. And I promise I'll always help you find him if he ever gets lost again."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'll... keep better eye," she promised, a determined glint in her eyes. "No more... lost Fred."

"Good," you murmured, resting your forehead against hers. "Because I don't like seeing you sad."

She sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your shoulder as she relaxed into your hold. "Thank you," she whispered again, her voice filled with quiet affection.

"Anytime, mi amor," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

As you lay there, holding Alexia and her little stuffed giraffe close, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. In that moment, everything felt perfect—your heart full with the knowledge that you'd do anything to keep her and her cherished Fred safe and happy.

Eventually, her breathing evened out, and you knew she'd fallen asleep, Fred clutched securely in her arms. You pressed one last gentle kiss to her forehead before settling in beside her, knowing that she'd wake up with a smile, her precious giraffe safely by her side.

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loveanton · 4 months ago

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er trips and dino plushies | lee anton

OVERALL: kids are hard enough to look after let alone when they’re sick, good thing you have your husband and dino stuffies to the rescue!

❀ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: husband!anton x f!reader ❀ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: slice of life au ❀ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7.5k ⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: sick kids, mentions of pregnancy, protective anton, hospitals, pregnancy cramping, passed out child. please let me know if i missed anything !

┆彡 𝑎/n: daddy anton has made a comeback

The first rays of sunlight stream through the curtains, gently rousing you from sleep. Beside you, Anton stirs, his arm instinctively wrapping around your growing belly. At four months pregnant, you’re starting to show more prominently, and Anton can't get enough of talking to the baby.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning," you reply, smiling as you place your hand over his.

Anton shifts closer, pressing his ear against your belly. "Hey there, little one," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "Daddy can't wait to meet you. Your sisters and brother are so excited too. Just a few more months, okay?"

You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair. "They'll be here before we know it."

Reluctantly, you both get out of bed. Anton stretches and yawns before turning to you. "I'll get started on breakfast. You go wake up the kids."

You nod and head to Chanwoo's room first. Your two-year-old son is still snuggled under his blanket, his favorite giraffe stuffie clutched tightly in his arms. As you gently shake him awake, he immediately reaches up, his sleepy eyes blinking open.

"Mama," he mumbles, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck and burying his face into your chest.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you whisper, kissing the top of his head. Despite the slight strain on your back, you can't resist holding him close. You know Anton would scold you for carrying him, but those morning cuddles are just too precious.

You carry Chanwoo to the twins' room next. Yechan and Chanmi are five, and while they usually wake up easily, today is different. Both girls are still curled up in their beds, clearly not wanting to get up.

"Come on, girls, time to wake up," you call softly, gently shaking Chanmi first.

She groans and finally opens her eyes, looking at you with a pout. "I don't feel good, Mommy," she says, her voice weak.

You press your hand to her forehead and feel the heat radiating off her. "You have a fever," you note, your heart sinking. "You can stay in bed. Daddy and I will bring you breakfast soon."

You move to Yechan's bed next, but as soon as you touch her, she feels even hotter than Chanmi. "Mommy, I don't feel good either," she groans, and before you can react, she bolts out of bed and runs to the bathroom.

"Chanwoo, go downstairs to Daddy, okay?" you instruct, putting him down gently. He clings to your leg, his eyes wide with worry.

"wan stay with you," he protests.

"I know, baby, but your sisters are sick. You don't want to get sick too, do you?" you reason gently.

Pouting, Chanwoo reluctantly lets go and makes his way downstairs, leaving you to follow Yechan. You find her in the bathroom, crying and vomiting into the toilet. Your heart breaks at the sight.

"It's okay, sweetheart," you soothe, holding her hair back. "Mommy's here."

Once Yechan is done, you help her strip out of her pajamas and run a warm bath. She shivers and whimpers, clearly feeling miserable. You wash her gently, trying to comfort her as best you can. After the bath, you dress her in fresh pajamas and tuck her back into bed.

"Mommy will bring you some medicine and breakfast soon, okay?" you promise, kissing her forehead.

You then turn to Chanmi, who has watched the entire process with tired eyes. "Do you want a bath too, sweetie?" you ask.

Chanmi nods weakly, allowing you to pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. The bath seems to do her some good, as she’s cooling down a bit compared to Yechan. After dressing her in clean pajamas, you tuck her back into bed and kiss her forehead as well.

Feeling more exhausted than ever, you finally make your way downstairs. Anton is in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while feeding Chanwoo cut-up strawberries. He looks up when he hears you enter and smiles softly.

"How are the girls?" he asks, concern evident in his eyes.

"They're both running fevers," you reply, sitting down at the table with a heavy sigh. "Yechan seems worse than Chanmi. I'll check their temperatures again after they eat and take some medicine."

"Call your mom and ask for advice if they don't get better," Anton suggests, his eyes flickering with worry. "She always knows what to do."

You nod in agreement. "I will."

You make yourself a bowl of cereal and feed Chanwoo some of your food as you update Anton on the girls' condition. "Yechan is really struggling. Chanmi seems a bit better after her bath, but Yechan… she threw up and looks so miserable."

Anton frowns, flipping another pancake. "We'll keep a close eye on them. I've made their favorite pancakes. Maybe that'll cheer them up a bit."

You smile at his thoughtfulness, grateful to have such a caring partner. Once you finish your cereal, you take a cooked pancake, top it with blueberries, strawberries, and a little whipped cream—just how Chanwoo likes it. You cut it up into tiny pieces so he won't choke, but as you place the plate in front of him, he immediately starts to pout.

"don' want pancakes. I want ice cream!" he declares, crossing his arms defiantly.

You try to explain gently. "Ice cream isn't for breakfast, sweetie. You need to eat what Daddy made."

Chanwoo's pout deepens, and he looks like he is about to throw a tantrum. Before he can, Anton steps in. "Chanwoo, you need to eat breakfast first. If you're good and eat your food, you can have some ice cream later. Deal?"

Chanwoo considers this for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "kay, daddy."

As he eats his food, you help Anton plate up the twins' breakfast. By the time Chanwoo finishes eating, Anton is done with the rest of the pancakes. You take Chanwoo to the living room, turning on Gracie's Corner to keep him entertained while you and Anton bring the twins their breakfast.

You carry a tray with pancakes, cut-up fruit, and a glass of juice upstairs, while Anton follows with a similar tray. Chanmi is half-asleep but smiles weakly when she sees the food.

"Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy," she says softly, trying to sit up.

You help her get comfortable and place the tray in front of her. "Eat up, sweetie. It'll help you feel better."

Next, you go to Yechan, who is lying in bed, looking miserable. "Hey, princess," you greet softly, placing the tray on her bedside table. "How are you feeling?"

Yechan shakes her head weakly. "Not good, Mommy."

You sit on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair back. "I know, baby. Try to eat something, okay? It'll help."

She nods reluctantly, picking at her food. You make sure both girls have their medicine and check their temperatures again. Chanmi's fever seems to be going down a bit, but Yechan's is still high.

"I'll call Mom and see what she suggests," you tell Anton, who nods in agreement.

Back downstairs, you find Chanwoo still engrossed in his show. You take a moment to catch your breath, sitting down next to him. Anton joins you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You're doing great," he says, kissing your temple.

"Thanks," you reply, leaning into him.

He smiles and squeezes your shoulder. "They’ll be okay, don’t worry, it’s not good for the baby.”

"I'll call Mom now," you tell Anton before walking away.

You step into the kitchen for a bit of privacy and dial your mom’s number. It doesn’t take long for her to pick up.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you?" her warm voice comes through the line.

"Hey, Mom. The twins are both running fevers, and Yechan’s really struggling. Chanmi seems a bit better after a bath, but Yechan threw up," you explain, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Oh dear, that sounds rough," she responds sympathetically. "Keep a close eye on them. If they don’t get better within the next two hours or their fever continues to rise, you should take them to the hospital. Make sure they stay hydrated and rest as much as possible."

"Okay, thanks, Mom. I’ll do that," you say, feeling a bit more reassured.

"Call me if you need anything, and keep me updated," she adds.

"I will. Thanks again. Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, sweetheart," she replies before hanging up.

You return to the living room, where Anton is playing with Chanwoo. He looks up at you expectantly. "What did she say?"

"She said to keep a close eye on them. If they don’t get better in the next two hours or if their fever keeps rising, we should take them to the hospital," you relay, feeling a bit more in control of the situation.

Anton nods, his expression serious. "We’ll keep a close watch."

Chanwoo looks up from his show, his eyes bright with an idea. "Mama, I want to make sissies a card! Make them feel better."

Your heart melts at his sweet suggestion. "That’s a wonderful idea, Chanwoo."

Anton stands up, ready to help. "I’ll grab the supplies."

While Anton gathers paper, crayons, and stickers from the craft cupboard, you watch Chanwoo’s excitement grow. Anton spreads everything out on the coffee table, and Chanwoo eagerly dives into the project, his little hands moving quickly as he draws and decorates the cards.

You sit back and watch, feeling a swell of pride and love for your family. Anton helps Chanwoo with some of the trickier parts, like spelling out "Get Well Soon" on the cards. Together, they create colorful, heartfelt masterpieces.

Once the cards are done, Chanwoo beams with pride. "I’m gonna give them to sissies now!"

"Alright, go ahead," Anton says with a smile, giving Chanwoo a gentle pat on the back.

Chanwoo runs upstairs, his little feet pattering against the floor. You and Anton share a tender moment, watching him go.

"He’s such a good brother," you say softly, leaning into Anton.

"He really is," Anton agrees, wrapping an arm around you. "And you’re an amazing mom."

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. "I couldn’t do it without you."

Anton tilts your chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "We make a great team."

As Chanwoo is upstairs sharing his cards with his sisters, you and Anton take a moment to just be together. The house is unusually quiet, save for the soft sounds of Chanwoo’s enthusiastic chatter upstairs. Anton pulls you closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder, savoring the calm.

"Do you remember the first time we had to deal with the twins being sick?" Anton asks, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

You laugh softly, nodding. "How could I forget? We were so worried and clueless. You spent hours researching everything you could online, and we called your mom like three times."

Anton chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, we were a mess. But we got through it."

"And we’ll get through this too," you add.

Anton kisses your forehead and pulls back, looking at you with a mix of admiration and love. "You know, I’m really proud of how you handle everything. The kids, the house, this pregnancy. You make it all look so easy."

Your heart swells at his words. "It’s not easy, but having you by my side makes it manageable."

He kisses your forehead. "I feel the same way. We’re lucky to have each other."

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

Chanwoo’s footsteps echo down the stairs, and he comes running back into the living room, his face lit up with excitement. "Sissies love the cards, Mama! They said thank you!"

You smile warmly, pulling him into your lap. "That’s wonderful, sweetheart. You did such a good job."

Chanwoo beams, snuggling into you. Anton wraps his arms around both of you, and for a moment, everything feels perfect despite the chaos of the day.

Chanwoo looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Mama, can we watch a movie?"

Anton glances at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Why not? With the new baby on the way and the twins growing up so fast, we rarely get time to just relax with our baby boy."

You nod, feeling the same way. "What do you want to watch, Chanwoo?"

"Inside Out 2!" he exclaims, bouncing with excitement.

"Inside Out 2 it is," Anton says, grabbing the remote and navigating to the movie.

You settle onto the couch with Chanwoo nestled between you and Anton, the warmth of your family creating a cozy atmosphere. As the movie begins, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. It’s been a long day, but these moments of togetherness make it all worthwhile.

Chanwoo is captivated by the movie, his eyes wide with wonder as he watches the characters on the screen. You and Anton exchange a smile, enjoying the rare quiet moment. As the movie progresses, Chanwoo’s eyelids grow heavy, and soon he’s fast asleep, his little head resting against your lap.

Anton gently lifts Chanwoo, careful not to wake him. "I’ll put him down for his nap," he whispers, carrying him to his room.

You follow, watching as Anton tucks Chanwoo into his bed. He looks so peaceful, his tiny body relaxed in sleep. You both stand there for a moment, gazing at him with love.

"Let’s go check on the twins," you say softly, and Anton nods in agreement.

You head to the twins' room, finding them still resting. Anton checks Chanmi’s temperature first, and she stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" you ask, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

"I’m okay, Mama," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Just tired."

Anton nods, reading the thermometer. "Her temps down but she still has a slight fever. She’s getting better, though."

You both move to Yechan’s bed next, and your heart aches seeing her so unwell. Anton checks her temperature, and it hasn’t improved. Yechan cuddles into his side, tears streaming down her face.

"It’s okay, baby girl," Anton soothes, rubbing her back gently. "Can you try to drink some water for daddy?"

Yechan shakes her head, her tears coming harder. "I don’t want to, Daddy. It hurts."

You exchange a worried glance with Anton. "Sweetie, we might need to go to the hospital if you don’t get better. Do you want to go now or wait a little longer?"

Yechan’s eyes widen with fear. "Wait, please. I’m scared of the hospital."

Anton kisses the top of her head, his voice soft and reassuring. "Okay, we’ll wait another hour. But you need to rest and try to drink some water, okay?"

Yechan nods reluctantly, snuggling deeper into his side. You feel a pang of helplessness, wishing there was more you could do.

After making sure both girls are as comfortable as possible, you and Anton step out of the room, heading to your own bedroom. The weight of the day presses down on you, and you can feel the stress manifesting physically. Your stomach tightens with cramps, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

Anton notices immediately, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you okay?"

You nod, but the tears in your eyes betray your true feelings. "I’m just so worried, Anton. What if she doesn’t get better?"

Anton wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "I know, love. But we’re doing everything we can. You need to stay calm for the baby’s sake."

You try to take a deep breath, but the cramps intensify, doubling you over in pain. Anton's worry deepens, and he gently guides you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Okay, we need to get you to relax. Let’s do some breathing exercises, alright?"

You nod again, but it’s hard to focus with the pain radiating through your abdomen. Anton sits beside you. "Look at me, love. Breathe with me. In... and out... nice and slow."

You follow his lead, struggling to match his calm, even breaths. The cramps are relentless, each one worse than the last. Panic starts to set in, and you clutch Anton’s hand tightly.

"It hurts so much," you whisper, tears streaming down your face.

Anton’s eyes are full of worry, but he keeps his voice calm. "I know, I know. Just keep breathing. You’ll be okay. I got you."

Minutes feel like hours as you fight to control your breathing, trying to push past the pain. Anton’s unwavering presence is the only thing keeping you grounded. His hand never leaves yours, and his words are a constant source of comfort.

"You’re strong," he murmurs. "Remember how strong you are. You can do this."

Slowly, agonizingly, the cramps begin to ease. Your breathing becomes more even, and the tears subside. Anton’s hand gently strokes your back, soothing you.

"That’s it, love. Just keep breathing."

Finally, the pain diminishes to a manageable level, and you collapse against Anton, utterly spent. He holds you close, his own relief palpable.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, his lips brushing your forehead.

You nod, still trembling. "I think so. It’s just... the stress of everything. It was too much."

"I know," he says, kissing your temple. "But you have to take care of yourself. Our baby needs you to be strong."

"I’m trying," you whisper, leaning into his embrace. "It’s just so hard."

"I know it is," Anton replies, his voice filled with love and concern. "But we’re in this together. We’ll get through it, one step at a time."

You take a deep breath, feeling a bit more stable with Anton’s arms around you. "Thank you for being here for me."

"Always," he says, his eyes full of reassurance. "Now, let’s rest a bit. You need it."

You both lie down on the bed, and Anton keeps his arms wrapped around you, his presence a comforting anchor. As you lie there, the events of the day replay in your mind, but you push them aside, focusing on the steady rhythm of Anton’s breathing.

After a while, Anton speaks softly. "How about we call your doctor tomorrow, just to be safe?"

You nod, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "That sounds like a good idea."

After what feels like an eternity, you check the time. It’s been an hour. You exchange a glance with Anton, the decision unspoken but mutual. It’s time to take Yechan to the hospital.

You head back to the twins’ room, finding Yechan half-awake. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and resignation. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" you ask gently, but she doesn’t answer, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Anton checks her fever and finds it’s gotten even higher. He gently shakes her, but she can barely keep her eyes open.

"We need to go to the hospital now," Anton says, his voice firm yet calm. He picks up Yechan in his arms, carrying her bridal style, and races her to the car. You quickly get Chanmi out of bed, her little face crumpling with fear for her sister. Tears spill over as she clings to you.

"It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going to help Yechan get better," you say, trying to soothe her while moving as quickly as you can. You enter Chanwoo’s room and take him out of bed. He wakes up, crying from being pulled from his nap, not understanding what’s happening. You do your best to calm them both as you buckle them into their car seats.

Anton places Yechan in your lap in the back seat, and you hold her close, trying to keep her awake. "Stay with me, baby girl. We’re going to the hospital to make you feel better," you whisper, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

Anton drives with a steady urgency, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to check on you and Yechan. As he drives, he calls your parents, asking if they can meet you at the hospital to take Chanmi and Chanwoo.

"We’ll be there as soon as we can," your mom says, her voice filled with concern.

Yechan's breathing is shallow and rapid, and she’s barely responsive, which only heightens your fear. You stroke her cheek, murmuring comforting words, trying to keep your own panic at bay. The drive feels like an eternity, every second stretching out painfully.

Finally, you arrive at the hospital. Anton jumps out and rushes around to help you get Yechan out of the car. A nurse sees you and immediately brings a stretcher. Yechan is placed on it and rushed inside. You try to stay calm for Chanmi and Chanwoo, but the worry is etched deep into your features.

Your parents arrive just as the medical team wheels Yechan away. They quickly gather Chanmi and Chanwoo, who are both crying and frightened. "We’ll take care of them," your mom assures you, her eyes soft with understanding. "Focus on Yechan."

You give Chanmi and Chanwoo quick hugs, promising them that Yechan will be okay, and watch as your parents take them to get some food and comfort.

In the emergency bay, you finally allow yourself to cry. Anton pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as you sob against his chest. "She’s going to be okay," he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. "They’ll take care of her."

You nod, clutching his shirt, trying to believe his words. "I should have noticed sooner, Anton. This is all my fault. I should have seen the signs."

"Hey, no," Anton says firmly, pulling back to look at you. "This is not your fault. You’ve been doing everything you can. Kids get sick, sometimes quickly, and there’s nothing you could have done to prevent it."

"But I’m their mother," you say, tears streaming down your face. "I should have known. I should have done more."

"Don’t do that. You’re an amazing mother," Anton says, his voice filled with conviction. "You’ve been taking care of all three of them, and now you’re taking care of Yechan. That’s what matters. We’re here now, doing everything we can."

You take a shaky breath, leaning into his embrace. "I just feel so helpless."

"I know," he murmurs, kissing your forehead. "But she’s getting the help she needs, she’s going to be okay."

Time passes in a blur of anxiety and waiting. Anton never leaves your side. Finally, a doctor approaches, and you both stand up, your hearts pounding. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee?"

"Yes, that’s us," Anton replies, his arm still around you.

The doctor smiles reassuringly. "Yechan is stable now. She has a viral infection, which is causing the high fever and dehydration. We’re treating her with fluids and medication, and she’s responding well."

Tears of relief spill over as you cling to Anton. "Thank you. Can we see her?"

"Of course," the doctor says. "Follow me."

You and Anton follow the doctor to Yechan’s room. She’s lying in a hospital bed, looking small and fragile, but her breathing is steady, and she’s hooked up to an IV and heart monitor. You rush to her side, gently stroking her hair.

"Hey, sweetie," you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Mommy and Daddy are here."

Yechan’s eyes flutter open, and she looks at you with a weak but relieved smile. "Mommy... Daddy..."

Anton kneels beside the bed, taking her hand. "Hey, princess. You’re so brave. The doctors are taking good care of you."

You sit by her side, holding her other hand, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "We love you so much, Yechan. You’re going to be okay."

As Yechan drifts back to sleep, you lean against Anton, your heart finally starting to unclench. The weight of the morning begins to lift, though the anxiety still lingers. You take a deep breath and glance at Anton, who looks equally exhausted but relieved.

"It's hard to believe we're here," you say softly, breaking the silence. "The first time one of our kids has been hospitalized... I never imagined it would be this overwhelming."

Anton nods, his eyes filled with worry. "I know. Seeing her like this... it's my worst nightmare. I feel so helpless."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "But she's strong, remember? And so are we. Everything will be okay."

Just as the room falls into a comforting silence, Anton's phone buzzes loudly, shattering the moment. He fishes it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. His expression immediately hardens. "It's my manager," he mutters before answering the call. "Hey, what’s going on?"

You watch as his face shifts from concern to anger. "What do you mean, there are articles about us? The kids?" His voice is low but fierce, barely containing his rage. "Are you serious?"

You can hear the faint sound of his manager's voice, rapid and urgent, but not the words. Anton's grip on your hand tightens, his knuckles white. "Do whatever you have to do to take those pictures and articles down," he says through gritted teeth. "I don't care what it takes. Just get it done."

He ends the call, taking a moment to compose himself. His eyes are dark with fury as he looks at you. "Dispatch got pictures of us leaving the house," he explains, his voice tense. "They're already posting articles about our family, speculating about our kids."

Your own anger flares up at his words. "Are you kidding me?" you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. "We're dealing with a sick child, and they have nothing better to do than write stupid think pieces about our family?"

Anton nods, his jaw clenched tight. "I can't believe this. We do everything we can to shield our kids from the public. And now this."

You can feel the heat of your anger rising, your frustration boiling over. "It's infuriating," you say, your voice shaking. "We’re just trying to take care of Yechan, and these vultures are sitting behind their screens, writing about things they know nothing about."

"I know," Anton says, his voice filled with a mixture of rage and despair. "We’ve worked so hard to protect them. They don’t deserve this."

You nod, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. "It's not fair," you say. "We shouldn't have to deal with this on top of everything else. Our children deserve to grow up without this kind of intrusion."

Anton sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I just hate that they’re dragged into this. They didn’t ask for any of it."

You place a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "Anton, listen to me. This isn't your fault. You can't control your fame or your fans. What matters is that we’re here for our kids. They know they’re loved and protected, and that’s what counts."

He closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch. "Thank you," he whispers. "For always being here, for always understanding."

His phone buzzes again, and he quickly checks the message. "The statement's been posted," he says. "They’re working on getting the pictures taken down."

You nod, still seething but feeling a bit of relief. "Good. It's all we can do right now."

Anton looks at you, his expression softening with guilt. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I feel like this is all my fault. If it weren't for my career, none of this would be happening."

You shake your head, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's not your fault, Anton. None of this is your fault. You didn’t post those pictures or write those stupid articles."

He hugs you back, his grip strong. "Thank you," he murmurs. "I just wish things were different."

Before you can respond, the door to Yechan's room opens, and the doctor walks in with a warm smile. "I have good news," he says. "Yechan is responding well to the treatment. She should be cleared to go home in a few hours."

Relief washes over you, and you feel Anton's body relax beside you. "Thank you, doctor," you say, your voice filled with gratitude.

She nods, giving Yechan a gentle pat on the head before leaving the room. You turn to Anton, a smile breaking through the exhaustion on your face. "She's going to be okay," you whisper.

Anton nods, his eyes shining with relief and love. "Yeah, she is," he agrees softly, pulling you close once more. "We’ll all be okay."

As you bask in the moment, the door opens again, and your parents walk in with Chanmi and Chanwoo in tow. Yechan stirs at the commotion, her eyes lighting up when she sees her siblings. "Chanmi! Chanwoo!" she exclaims, her voice still a bit weak but filled with joy.

"Yechan!" the two shout in unison, running to her bedside. "Can we sit with you?" Chanmi asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

Yechan nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, come up."

Anton gently lifts Chanmi and Chanwoo onto the bed, positioning them on either side of Yechan. Chanwoo grins and pushes out a small, brightly colored dino plushie he had been trying to hide behind his small back. "Grandpa bought one for all of us," he says, stumbling a bit over his words. "This one is yours, Yechan."

Yechan laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Grandpa!" She takes the plushie and hugs it close. "It looks like daddy!" she giggles, pointing to the plushie's wide grin and height.

Chanmi and Chanwoo burst into giggles, making comparisons between the plushie and Anton. "It does!" Chanmi agrees, clapping her hands.

Chanmi then takes off the headband she had been wearing, one that she had insisted her grandmother buy for her. "Daddy, wear this," she says, holding it out to Anton.

Anton raises an eyebrow but smiles, taking the headband and placing it on his head. "How do I look?" he asks, striking a silly pose.

"You look pretty, Daddy!" Chanmi declares, and the room fills with laughter. Anton reaches out and starts tickling the kids, their giggles echoing around the room. Yechan joins in the laughter, the sound soothing.

You watch the scene unfold, your heart swelling with love. Absentmindedly, you begin to stroke your tummy, hidden beneath your hoodie. The warmth of the moment is almost enough to make you forget the chaos outside this room.

Your mom notices and cuts in with a gentle smile. "Anton is really good with the kids," she comments.

You stop stroking your stomach, reminded that you haven’t shared the news of the new baby with your families yet. "He really is," you agree, your voice filled with affection.

You turn to your parents. "The doctor said Yechan is cleared to go home in a few hours. You don't need to stay."

Your mom nods, giving you a warm hug. "I'll go home and make some food to drop off for you later," she says.

"Thank you, Mom," you say, returning the hug. "That would be wonderful."

Your dad gives you a tight hug too, and then you turn to the kids. "Say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa," you instruct.

The kids pout, not wanting them to leave, but they obediently give hugs and kisses. "Bye, Grandma! Bye, Grandpa!" they chorus.

Once your parents have left, Chanwoo looks up at Anton with wide hopeful eyes that resemble his father. "Daddy, can we have ice cream now? You promised."

Anton chuckles, remembering his promise from breakfast. "I did promise, didn't I?"

Yechan sits up a bit, her eyes bright. "I want ice cream too!"

You hesitate, not sure if it’s a good idea. "We have to ask the doctor first, Yechan."

Heading to the nurses' station, you explain the situation. The nurse smiles kindly. "As long as she feels up to it and eats slowly, a small treat should be fine."

You thank her and head back to the room.

"We can have ice cream, but you need to eat it slowly, okay?"

The kids cheer, and you and Anton share a relieved smile. Anton calls down to the hospital cafeteria, arranging for three cups of ice cream to be brought up. While waiting, you sit back, watching Anton entertain the kids with stories and jokes.

"Remember the time we went to the zoo?" Anton starts, his voice animated. "And the monkey stole Mommy's headband?"

The kids burst into laughter, the memory clearly a favorite. "And Daddy chased the monkey!" Chanmi adds, giggling.

“And Daddy fall!" Chanwoo finishes, eyes wide with excitement.

You laugh along with them, feeling the day's stress slowly melting away. The ice cream arrives, and you help distribute the cups, making sure Yechan takes her time.

"Thank you, Mommy," she says, her voice soft but happy.

Your heart swells with emotion, and you kiss her forehead. "I'm so glad you're feeling better, sweetheart."

After the kids finish their ice cream, you and Anton clean them up, wiping sticky faces and hands. Anton then pulls out his phone, dialing his parents on FaceTime. "Let's call Grandma and Grandpa so they can see you," he says, positioning the phone so the kids are in view.

As the call connects, Anton's parents appear on the screen, their faces lighting up when they see the children. "Hi, my babies!" Anton's mom exclaims. "We've been so worried about you!"

"Hi, Grandma! Hi, Grandpa!" the kids chorus, waving excitedly.

Anton and you step back a bit, letting the kids have their moment. You can see the relief in Anton's parents' eyes, even through the screen. They had been texting Anton for updates after reading the articles, and now seeing their grandchildren safe and happy brings them comfort.

While the kids chat with their grandparents, the doctor re-enters the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Lee, can I speak with you outside for a moment?"

Your heart skips a beat, and you glance at Anton. He gives you a reassuring nod, and the two of you follow the doctor into the hallway. The doctor turns to face you, her expression serious but calm.

"We ran some additional blood tests on Yechan," she begins. "The results indicate that she's highly anemic. This anemia is likely the reason it took her longer to recover compared to Chanmi."

You feel a pang of worry, but the doctor continues quickly. "The good news is that this can be managed with iron supplements. I'll be referring Yechan to a hematologist for a consultation, but for now, I've prescribed antibiotics and iron pills. She should start feeling better soon with these treatments."

Anton wraps his arm around your shoulders, offering support. "Thank you, doctor," he says. "We appreciate you letting us know."

"Do you have any questions?" the doctor asks.

"Is this something that will affect her long-term?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

"It's manageable," the doctor reassures you. "With the right diet and supplements, Yechan should do just fine. The hematologist will provide more detailed guidance."

You and Anton nod, absorbing the information. "Thank you," Anton says again. "We'll make sure she follows through with everything."

The doctor smiles. "The nurse will be by soon with the discharge papers. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask."

You both thank her again and head back into the room. The kids have finished their call and are now playing a game on Anton's phone. Yechan looks up as you enter. "Grandma said she's coming to visit soon!"

Anton isn't shocked; he knows how much his mother adores the kids. "I'm not surprised," he says, smiling. "She loves you all very much."

You and Anton exchange a look, silently agreeing to discuss Yechan's diagnosis more in-depth once you're home. You don't want to alarm the kids any more than necessary.

Soon, a nurse arrives with the discharge papers for you to sign. She also brings stickers and candy for the kids, who eagerly thank her and start trading stickers while munching on their treats.

As the kids are occupied, you and Anton finalize the paperwork. Anton then heads down to the pharmacy to pick up the prescribed medications while you dress Yechan. She giggles as you help her into her clothes, clearly feeling better.

When Anton returns, he scoops Yechan into his arms and holds Chanmi's hand. You carry Chanwoo, who seems content after the long day. Anton doesn't comment on the arrangement; he knows it's well-deserved after what you've all been through.

You make your way to the car, the sky beginning to darken with clouds. Once everyone is buckled into their car seats, Anton starts the car, and you begin the drive home. As you pull out of the parking lot, raindrops start to splatter against the windshield.

"Can we bake cookies and watch movies when we get home?" Chanmi asks from the back seat, her voice filled with hopeful excitement.

You smile and turn to look at her. "Of course, sweetie. That sounds like a perfect idea."

The drive home is peaceful despite the rain, the rhythmic sound of droplets creating a soothing backdrop. You glance over at Anton, whose expression is a mix of relief and exhaustion. He catches your eye and gives you a small, tired smile.

When you arrive home, Anton carries Yechan inside, careful not to jostle her too much. You follow with Chanwoo in your arms, and Chanmi holding your hand. The house feels warm and welcoming after the sterile environment of the hospital.

"We're home," you announce softly, setting Chanwoo down.

"Bath time!" Anton declares, giving the kids a gentle nudge toward the bathroom.

"Do we have to?" Chanmi groans, her face scrunched up in mock dismay.

"Yes, we have to," you say firmly, though with a smile. "We need to wash off all the hospital germs."

Chanwoo perks up, tugging on your sleeve. "Can I have bubbles, Mommy?"

"Of course, sweetie," you reply, pinching his cheeks.

You and Anton guide the kids to the bathroom, where you fill the tub with warm water and plenty of bubbles. The kids' initial reluctance dissolves into giggles as they splash around. Anton kneels by the tub, gently washing Yechan's hair, while you scrub Chanmi and Chanwoo, making sure they're squeaky clean.

"Look at all the bubbles!" Chanmi exclaims, blowing a handful of foam toward Chanwoo, who laughs and tries to catch them.

Yechan smiles, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "This is fun," she says softly, enjoying the attention from her dad.

Once the bath is done, you wrap the kids in fluffy towels and help them into their pajamas. Chanwoo grabs his favorite blanket, clutching it tightly as he heads to the living room.

"Alright, who's ready to bake some cookies?" you ask, clapping your hands together.

"Me! Me!" Chanmi and Chanwoo shout in unison, their earlier tiredness forgotten.

Anton settles Yechan on the couch with a pile of pillows. "You get to pick the movies we watch, okay?" he tells her, handing her the remote.

Yechan nods eagerly, scrolling through the options. "I want something funny," she decides.

"Good choice," Anton says, smiling as he sits next to her.

In the kitchen, you start mixing the cookie dough, with Chanmi and Chanwoo eagerly helping. Chanmi measures out the flour with precision, while Chanwoo enthusiastically stirs the bowl, occasionally sending flour puffing into the air.

"Careful, Chanwoo," you say, laughing as you gently guide his hand. "We want the flour in the bowl, not on the floor."

"Oops, sorry Mommy," Chanwoo giggles, his cheeks dusted with flour.

"No worries, baby boy," you reply, kissing the top of his head.

As you work, you can't help but glance into the living room, where Anton is making Yechan laugh. He's found a silly cartoon, and the sound of their shared laughter fills the house, blending with the kids' chatter in the kitchen.

Once the dough is ready, you help the kids scoop it onto baking sheets. Chanmi is meticulous, ensuring each cookie is just the right size, while Chanwoo plops haphazard mounds onto the tray, his excitement evident.

"Perfect," you say, sliding the trays into the oven. "Now we wait for them to bake."

You clean up the kitchen with Chanmi and Chanwoo's help, their spirits high. "Can I lick the spoon?" Chanwoo asks, his eyes wide with hope.

"Sure," you say, handing him the spoon covered in leftover dough. He happily licks it clean, and Chanmi takes the spatula, scraping off the remaining batter.

As the cookies bake, you set up a cozy spot in the living room with blankets and pillows. The smell of baking cookies fills the house, bringing a sense of normalcy and comfort.

Once the cookies are ready, you bring out a tray, and everyone settles in to watch a movie. Anton sits next to you, his arm around your shoulders. The kids snuggle up with their cookies, their laughter filling the room as the movie plays.

You lean into Anton, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "This is perfect," you whisper, glancing at your kids. Chanmi and Chanwoo are cuddled up next to Yechan, all of them engrossed in the movie.

Anton squeezes your hand. "It really is," he agrees, his voice full of love.

As the movie progresses, you can't help but think about the doctor's news earlier. You glance at Yechan, who is giggling at a particularly funny part of the movie, and your heart aches with both love and worry. You'll have to monitor her anemia closely, but knowing that you have a plan in place brings some comfort.

Your thoughts drift to the baby on the way. You place a gentle hand on your stomach, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. There's so much to prepare for, but moments like this make it all worth it.

The movie eventually ends, and you start to usher the kids to bed. "Time for sleep, my loves," you say, guiding them to their rooms.

"But I want to stay up," Chanwoo protests, yawning despite his words.

"How about we read a story in bed?" you suggest, knowing it will help calm them down.

"Okay," Chanwoo agrees, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"Alright, let's get you brushed up and ready for bed, Chanwoo," you say, leading him to the bathroom while Anton helps the twins.

"Can we brush our teeth together?" Chanmi asks, looking up at Anton.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Anton replies, smiling as he guides the twins to their bedroom.

You head to Chanwoo’s bathroom and carefully brush his teeth, making sure each little tooth is clean. Anton comes in soon after. "All done, buddy," you say, wiping his mouth. "Ready for your story?"

"Yes, Mommy!" Chanwoo says, his eyes lighting up.

You and Anton tuck Chanwoo into bed, and grab his favorite storybook. Anton sits on one side of the bed, and you sit on the other, each of you taking turns reading. Chanwoo listens intently, his eyes drooping as the story progresses. When you reach the end, he’s already fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily.

"Sweet dreams, baby," Anton whispers, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.

You both quietly exit Chanwoo's room and head to the bathroom where the twins are finishing brushing their teeth. "Ready for your story, girls?" you ask, and they nod eagerly, excitement still in their eyes despite their obvious fatigue.

You lead them to their room, tucking them in snugly. Anton picks out a story, and you both sit beside them, taking turns reading again. Yechan and Chanmi listen with wide eyes, occasionally giggling at the funny parts. By the time the story is over, they're barely keeping their eyes open.

"Goodnight, my sweet girls," you whisper, kissing their foreheads.

"Goodnight, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy," they murmur sleepily.

You and Anton quietly leave their room, closing the door softly behind you.

"Finally," Anton says with a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you. "That was a long day."

"It really was," you agree, leaning into him.

Anton nods, his eyes reflecting the same mixture of exhaustion and contentment that you feel. "Let's get some rest," he suggests, guiding you to your room.

As you lie in bed, you can't help but think about the doctor's news earlier. You glance at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts.

"Hey," Anton says softly, sensing your worry. "Everything will fall into place."

You turn to him, finding comfort in his steady gaze. "I know. It's just... a lot to take in."

He nods, understanding. "One step at a time, right?"

"Right," you agree, feeling a bit more at ease.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel grateful for Anton's support and the love that the two of you have crafted over the years. The sound of the rain pattering softly against the windows lulls you into a deep, restful sleep, your heart full of love.

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♡ SUMMARY - Armando takes you to the zoo for a day out, hoping to lift your spirits

♡ FEAT - Armando Aretas x POC Female Reader

♡ GENRE - Fluff

The sun shone brightly overhead as you and Armando walked hand-in-hand through the zoo. The fresh air and sounds of animals were a welcome change from the usual routine, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched children run around, their laughter filling the air. Armando had insisted on taking you out today, hoping to lift your spirits. At six months pregnant, the stress of work and the anxiety of pregnancy seemed to fade with the rhythm of Armando's footsteps beside you. As you passed by vibrant exhibits and colorful displays, you noticed the way Armando’s eyes softened with every glance you stole towards him. His usual stoic demeanor was replaced with a relaxed and gentle presence, something you cherished more with each passing day.

You remembered the first day Armando joined the AMMO team like it was yesterday. The memory of that initial encounter was still vivid in your mind. As he walked into the briefing room, you couldn’t help but react defensively.

“What the hell is he doing here?” you demanded, your gun instinctively pointing in his direction as he entered. The room fell silent, eyes shifting between you and Armando.

Mike, Armando’s father, stepped in to diffuse the situation. “Calm down,” he said, his voice steady. “He’s joining the team for a case. It’s part of a deal to reduce some of his prison time.”

With your gun still drawn, you looked at Mike and then at Armando, who was now looking back at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The tension in the room was palpable, and the others quickly moved to calm you down.

“I’m fine,” you muttered letting you coworkers know though your voice was laced with irritation. Armando, sensing the tense atmosphere, decided to add his own comment.

“Yes, you are,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. The room fell into stunned silence, everyone turning to look at him with disbelief. Your irritation flared briefly, but something in his gaze made you pause. It was a mixture of challenge and amusement, and it made you rethink your initial reaction.

Mike stepped in, guiding Armando to the other side of the room for a private conversation. As he walked away, Armando glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours for just a moment. There was a glimmer of something in his gaze—curiosity, perhaps, or an unspoken connection. You could almost feel the intensity of his look, despite your irritation you couldn't help but notice how he carried himself with confidence. His gaze, full of unspoken challenge and curiosity, hinted at a connection that neither of you fully understood at that moment but would come to define much of what lay ahead.

From that day on, Armando developed a crush on you. There was just something about a sexy woman drawing a gun and threatening him that sparked an unexpected attraction. Despite the tension of that first meeting, he found himself drawn to you in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Fast forward two years later and here you were, pregnant with his child. The journey from that first meeting to now had been anything but ordinary, but seeing Armando's protective and loving side revealed through the ups and downs of your relationship made every moment worthwhile.

Armando, with his full beard and strong presence, looked more relaxed than you’d seen him in a while. He wore a casual shirt with a knit sweater, blending in effortlessly, yet still standing out with his rugged handsomeness. His protective hand rested gently on your back, guiding you through the crowds.

As you approached the giraffe enclosure, Armando spotted a perfect photo opportunity. “Mi, amor,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “Let’s take a picture with the giraffe. It'll be a great memory for our daughter.” You nodded, and he handed his phone to a nearby zookeeper, who was more than happy to help. Armando stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your growing belly, and the giraffe leaned down as if to join in the moment. The camera clicked, capturing the pure joy on your faces.

Then you grabbed the camera to take one of him. He was looking up at the giraffe as it leaned over him. The sunlight caught his full beard, making it glint against his tanned skin. His eyes, filled with awe and a hint of childlike wonder, followed the giraffe’s movements.

“Armando, look at the camera!” you called out.

He turned his head, his lips curling into a smile that reached his eyes. For a moment, the tough exterior melted away, revealing the gentle, loving man he had become. The giraffe’s head was perfectly positioned above his, making it look as though it was curiously peering at the camera as well. You snapped the picture, capturing another beautiful memory.

After the photo, Armando turned to you, his eyes serious but soft. “I want to do better for our daughter,” he said quietly, his thick Spanish accent adding warmth to his words. “Give her the father I always wanted. Maybe this will bring me closer to my dad, give us a chance to start over.” Moments like these, when Armando let his guard down and showed his true feelings, made you love him even more. His rare vulnerability demonstrated how much he cared, not only for you, but also for the future you were creating together.

You placed your hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard under your fingers. “You’re already an amazing father, Armando. Our little girl is so lucky to have you.”

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that melted your heart. “Te amo,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Stopping by the elephant enclosure, you watched as a baby elephant playfully nudged its mother. Armando’s eyes softened, and he pulled you closer. "I promise to always be there for our daughter," he said softly. Tears welled up in your eyes, touched by his words. "She’s going to have the best dad in the world," you whispered. Armando smiled, kissing your temple.

As you walked on, you couldn’t help but notice the way other people looked at him—some with fear, others with curiosity as to why someone would ever be with Armando… the stone cold killer. They didn’t see the man you knew, the one who had been so tender and loving throughout your pregnancy. He was there for every appointment, making sure you didn’t lift a finger, even if it was just to eat, and spent hours painting and decorating your daughter’s room carefully selecting each detail. Watching him with such dedication and love filled you with a warmth that made you forget all the criticisms from your coworkers, friends, and family. It pained you to see how people treated him, not even taking the time to get to know him. "Why do they judge him without knowing him?" you murmured, leaning closer to Armando as you both watched the animals.

He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening protectively. "People see what they want to see. They judge me based on my past, not on who I am now."

You looked up at him, your heart aching for the man you loved. "It's not fair. They don’t see Armando who wakes up in the middle of the night to make sure I'm comfortable, who talks to our baby every day, and plans for our future." He smiled down at you, his eyes filled with warmth. "As long as you see me for who I am, that’s all that matters."

You reached up to caress his face, your fingers tracing the line of his beard. "I love you, Armando. And I know you’re going to be the best father." His expression softened even more, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. "Te amo, mi amor. And I will do everything I can to protect and cherish our family."

As you continued your walk through the zoo, you felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. Armando had faced so much judgment and misunderstanding, but you knew that together, you could overcome anything. Your love for each other and your daughter was a beacon of strength that would guide you through any storm.

When you finally left the zoo, you had a collection of photos and memories that would forever remind you of this special day. More importantly, you had each other, and that was all you needed to face the world.

As you got into the car, Armando took your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Thank you for today," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For believing in me, for standing by my side."

You smiled, squeezing his hand. "Hasta el fuego," you replied, using the phrase that had become a symbol of your bond. Armando's eyes softened, and he chuckled as he repeated the words, "Hasta el fuego." It was more than just a phrase, it was a promise, a commitment to face whatever came your way together. With a gentle kiss on your hand, he started the car, and you drove off, feeling more connected than ever. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew you had each other, and that was enough.

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