#The realization hit me like a truck forreal

[mightybeaujester]

Wir müssen halt echt drüber reden dass Leo meinte er zieht nicht in ne WG mit Adam weil der Raucher ist und Adam dann immediately versucht aufzuhören zu rauchen??? Hello????

[tuxedokit]

*loves my roommmate* *loves my roommmate* *loves my roommmate* *loves my roommmate* *loves my r

[breanime]

How are you doing lovely? "Why wasn't I invited?" With my sweet Angel Reyes please?

Angel Reyes was a lot of things. He was reckless, and careless, and loyal, and loving, and frustrating, and confident, and unsure and just… A lot. And the more you got to know him, the more time you spent together, you realized something else, too.

He was your soulmate.

You’d never been so in love with a person before, never cared this much about someone else—

—you’d never been so irritated by another human being before.

“Por favor, mi dulce,” Angel said, following you around the house as you packed, “You don’t have to leave, alright? I’ll leave…”

“I need a break,” you said, stuffing a pair of sweatpants into your duffle bag. You glanced back at Angel, and your heart almost stopped. He looked like he was about to cry. “Not from you, mi amor,” you clarified, going over to him and putting your hands on his firm chest, “just from… this house. Just for a day or two. I’ll be back.”

He covered one of your hands with his—the one that was over his heart. “If that’s what you need,” he said, his voice and eyes soft, “I just… Lemme at least drop you off, okay?”

You smiled, nodding. “Thanks, baby.” You kissed him, trying to let him know from that small gesture that you loved him, and you just needed some space.

Angel dropped you off at your best friend’s house, lecturing her—a mother of three—on what a pregnant woman such as yourself needed to eat before being shooed away. The kids were at their Dad’s, so you and your friend stayed up watching movies and talking—which was fun…

…but by the 4th film, you were starting to miss Angel.

Everything you saw reminded you of him: the way the dashing rogue in the movie charmed the reluctant heroine into loving him reminded you of when you and Angel first started dating. The pile of toys haphazardly thrown in the corner reminded you of how excited Angel was to be having a child with you, how almost every day he came home with a new set of toys or clothes or tiny baby shoes (and a custom onesie that said “My Papi is A Mayan, and My Mommy is A Babe”). Even the freaking couch cushions—which you were holding onto in place of Angel—reminded you of the safety and security of his arms.

“Damn girl,” your friend said, coming into the living room with a bowl of mangoes, “It hasn’t even been a full 12 hours and look at you. Pathetic.”

“What?” You said, taking a mango from the bowl. “How am I pathetic?”

“Just look at yourself,” she countered, plopping down next to you, “You look like you’re about to start dry humping my pillow and calling it ‘Angel’…”

You laughed, throwing your head back. Truth be told—she wasn’t far off. “He’s been on my heels all week,” you admitted, wiping your chin as you bit into the ripe fruit, “but now that I’ve had a few hours away from him… I miss him.”

“Oh my God,” she rolled her eyes, standing up, “Your love disgusts me.”

You laughed again, turning back to the TV as she walked off. She came back a few moments later with your duffle bag in her hands.

“Come on,” she grinned, “Let’s get you back to your baby daddy…”

Twenty minutes later, you were pulling up to your driveway. There were a couple of bikes parked outside, and you knew Angel’s brothers were there to keep him company. You grinned. You were in love with a softie. You thanked your friend for the ride, took your duffle bag, and headed to the door. When you walked in, you saw…

…a spa day?

Coco was sitting on the floor getting his hair braided by Letty, who was on the couch and wearing a face mask. EZ was also wearing a face mask, and he and Gilly were drinking what you assumed were mojitos and arguing about the pros and cons of natural births. Bishop was taking a nap on the other couch, covered in a blanket with a half-eaten plate of fruits on his stomach while Taza and Riz were walking to the bathroom. You caught their backs, and saw that they both had hair masks and were probably about to go and wash them out. Angel, however, was nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” EZ said, turning to you with a grin, “I thought you were at your friend’s.” He got up and walked towards you.

“I was,” you said, letting him take your bag, “but then I wanted to come home, so… What the hell are you guys doing?”

“We’re having a relaxing day in,” Bish said, his eyes still closed.

“Your man was being a real pussy about you taking some time for yourself,” Coco said, “so we came over to show him how to chill.”

“Ooh, Y/N,” Letty turned to you, “Can I braid your hair next?”

“Uh, sure… Where’s Angel?” You asked.

“Back room,” EZ reported, fanning his face so his mask didn’t crack, “with Pops.”

“Felipe is here?” You asked, walking towards the back. You hadn’t seen his truck. You turned the corner, and you heard your father-in-law’s deep voice.

“I was afraid, too,” Felipe was saying, and you stopped to listen, “when your mother told me we were going to have a kid. But when I first saw you… I knew that there wouldn’t be anything in the world more precious or important to me than you.”

“I just wanna be good, Pop,” you heard Angel say, “Y/N is so perfect, I just want to be the best husband and father I can be, but… What if my best isn’t good enough?”

“It is, son,” Felipe assured him.

“Yeah, but what if it’s not? What if I can’t provide for them or love them right?”

“Hey,” you heard the soft sounds of Felipe’s footsteps, and you knew he was standing close to Angel, “let me tell you something, son. That girl loves you. She loves you like Marisol loved me. And that baby inside of her is going to love you, too. I know I wasn’t the perfect father or the best example, but I love you and your brother more than anything in this world, and I know you’re going to be a good father, Angel.”

There was silence, and then you heard Angel’s soft voice. “Thanks, Pop…”

You smiled; your heart full. You loved Angel so much. Clearing your throat, you walked in the room. “What’s going on in here?” You asked. “And why wasn't I invited?"

“Baby!” Angel greeted you with a hug, and you melted in his arms. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” you put your hand over your stomach, “I just missed my family.”

Angel’s answering grin was beautiful. You moved away and greeted Felipe, who pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before walking off. “Leticia said she wants to give me a ‘cucumber treatment’,” he said, “so I guess I’ll go see what the hell that is…”

Angel hugged you again, kissing the top of your head. “You missed us?” He asked.

“I missed you,” you replied, “We missed you.” You stepped up and kissed him, and you could feel Angel’s smile against your lips.

“If I would have known you were coming back home so soon, I wouldn’t have invited the guys over,” he said.

“Nah, I like this whole spa day thing,” you said, taking his hand and leading him back to the living room, “I didn’t know you guys had it in you.”

“Give it a few hours, baby,” Angel grabbed your hips and pulled you back towards him, “and I’m gonna be in you.”

You laughed—you did that a lot with Angel: laugh. For the rest of the day, you and the guys and Letty enjoyed a relaxing day in. You ended up calling your best friend over, and she stayed most of the day before disappearing with Coco.

“We’re gonna have to unpack that later,” you whispered to Angel as he gave you a foot massage.

“What’s to unpack?” He said back. “Coco’s been trying to hit that since our wedding day.”

“You lie!”

“Nah, I’m forreal—ain’t that right, Letty?” Angel called.

You giggled, leaning back into the couch and engaging in gossip with your guys (and Letty). As the night went on and people started to leave (a well-rested Bishop was the first to go, followed by Taza and Riz who couldn’t stop tossing their hair), you couldn’t help but be grateful for all that you had. It was a lot, of course, but you loved it all. And as you leaned against Angel’s shoulder, laughing as EZ and Felipe compared who’s face was now softer on their way out, you looked up at your soulmate, and saw the swirl of emotions in his dark eyes. But that was Angel—he was a contradiction, he was a mess, he was perfect…

He was yours.

And you couldn’t be happier to be carrying his child.

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GAWD, I love Angel. Thanks for reading! Tag yourself, I’m the best friend. 

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