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glaciertea · 11 months ago

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Notes: A 6 year time skip into your life with Miguel.

Chapter 27: Birds Fly in Different Directions...

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“Urgh! He's too strong!”

“Take out his knee. The knees!”

“It's too hard.”

“Try harder.”

“But I don't want to take out his knees.”

“Just get the knee, Mari.”

“Ollie, move!”

“No, you move, Cielo! Come on, Mari, the knee! The knee—aah!”

“Haha, got you three. Now for the tickle goblin!”

High-pitched shrills and loud giggles sprang from three children.

Trying to escape the grasp of the big man, they were doing all they could.

“Papa is too strong!” Mari, a four-year old, squealed out in delight.

“We will never give up! Right, Cielo and Mari?” Ollie, a rambunctious six-year old, tried to squirm out by doing any sort of maneuver, but it wasn't working out for her.

“Papa wins. Papa wins.” Cielo, who is also four, gasped out before flopping his limbs out.

“Quitters. That's what you two are. Don't let him win!” Ollie screeched as she was hoisted in the air like she was an airplane.

“The other two have raised their white flags. Will you give up and raise yours?” Miguel spoke in a deep, directing voice, but the smile on his face was giving his position away.

The other two watched one, sitting in the grass right by his legs.

“Never! Now, Mari and Cielo, I tricked him!”

Miguel quirked a brow when two bodies wrapped their arms and legs around his long ones, attempting to tug him down.

“I'm defeated once more by los tres inteligentes. Outsmarted again.” He eyed his surroundings, making sure not to crush them. He brought himself to his knees, allowing the three to tackle him to the ground.

You stepped out, closing the screen door behind you, and leaned against one of the wooden columns, observing the mini-beatdown Miguel was receiving. A sight that never fails to make your cheeks rise and your eyes crease.

“Aren't they just the cutest, Apricot?” You tilted your body towards your curled-up, patchy orange shorthair cat, who was perched up on the railing.

He blinked and went to lick himself, tucking himself back in his position to enjoy his nap in the warming sun.

“Alrighty, I'll leave you be.” You stuck your tongue out playfully and went to watch them for a few more seconds when Ollie was winding up, ready to body-flop right on Miguel's face. It was time to put a halt to the wrestling match.

“Hey! Lunch is ready, guys.”

Three and a half sets of red eyes peered in your direction. Any sort of shade always manages to bring out that glow in them.

“Race you there!” You heard Ollie shout before taking off towards the house. The other two stumbled behind, pointing and whining that she was cheating and going too fast, but your eldest sprinted by before flinging the screen door wide open.

“No running—no running in the house.” You called out as quickly as possible when the other two flew by. “Wash up, you three.”

A chorus of “Yes, mama” sprung out, having you giggle and shake your head, when a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders, massaging any tension away.

“Mi Luna.” You heard the smile.

“Mi Estrella.” He heard yours.

Spinning you and bringing his lips to yours, you hummed in the kiss, his claws thoroughly rubbing your middle.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” You teased, gesturing downward.

“You know I never will.” He dropped to his knees and cradled your growing belly in his sheathed claws. “Hola, mi estrella fugaz.”

Leaving a trail of kisses from your belly button up to your forehead, he wanted to savor every inch of your gorgeous, glowing skin and softness, until a squabbling match pulled him right out of it.

“I swear those two.” Miguel shook his head, holding the screen door open for you.

“I bet there will be a day when they finally get along.” You strolled in, heading towards the open kitchen, and were immediately met with Cielo and Ollie pointing accusatory fingers towards one another, trying to override the other's argument.

“Okay, okay. Calmar. Ollie, sit properly in your chair before you fall over.” You made your way over to the two, and they started the accusations back up.

“Ola- Ollie. Silla.” Giving her a look, she fixed herself and apologized. “Now, starting with Cielo—oh, Miguel, the plates are under the warmer; can you get them, please? Now, Cielo, first, explain your side. What's the problem?”

“Ollie was trying to take my mat.”

“No, I wasn't! Cielo was–”

“Olan- Ollie, you know not to disrupt when someone else is speaking.” Miguel sat the meals in front of everyone and took his seat next to yours and Mari.

“Yes, papa.” She grumbled and crossed her tiny arms.

You bowed your head for Cielo to finish his side. “Ollie was trying to take my mat 'cause she said she wanted it, and she wasn't being nice.”

The oldest was fighting not to speak over Cielo, staring at their baby brother to hurry up and finish.

“Okay, now Ollie.”

“Cielo was trying to take my seat, so I told him no, and if he does, I'll take his mat.”

"No, I did not!” Cielo bared his small fangs.

"Yes, you did!” Ollie raised her claws, making Miguel clear his throat very loudly. The two turned towards him, who was giving them a look of not trying anything to hurt one another. They both leaned away from each other.

“Cielo, tell the truth. Did you, or did you not try and take Ollie's seat?” You raised your brow as your son's eyes darted away to the corners, gazing everywhere but at you.

“Okay. Cielo, don't try to take someone's seat or anything unless you ask first. Ollie, no taking his mat when you get upset; if something happens, you come get either me or papa, yes, ma'am.”

They both answered, making you smile and nod your head. “Bien, bien. Ahora bien, let's eat. Thank you for waiting so patiently, Mari.”

She gave a thumbs up and a giant grin, snatching up a chicken nugget and beginning to devour it, the other two joining along before talking amongst themselves.

“I swear, it's like magic how you're able to get them to admit things. But then again, you've always had it.” Miguel pecks your cheekbone, making you wiggle your nose.

“You have it too.”

“Mm, I have the opposite effect. The infamous staredown.”

“That's only with you and Olan- Ollie.” You nudged his thigh with your knee.

“She gets that stubbornness from you.” Miguel takes a bite of his sandwich when he feels eyes on him. He peers down to meet your unamused ones. “Bien por nuestra parte. She gets it from us.”

You roll your eyes playfully, making you both laugh. You loved this man to no end.

For the past seven years, you and Miguel have been joined at the hip. Each day is somehow better than the last. Yes, there are a couple of moments of clashing heads, especially when it comes to the three tiny ones running around, but you both always persevere through them, not letting it toil you both around. You combat them with grace and patience, applying it when matters drive south. You also incorporate it into your everyday lives.

“Mama, papa, can we have cake when we're finished?” Mari spat a few bits of chewed-up fries on her plate and table. Miguel, on instinct, cleaned her up, whispering calmly to remember not to eat with her mouth full.

You eyed the container of the sweet dessert, half eaten, sitting on the counter. The twins recently celebrated their birthday, and you allowed the two to get a bit more of the treat, but it made them both react in a crazed sugar rush, forcing you to prevent them from hauling themselves up the walls with their lack of sticking abilities.

You found that out the hard way when Miguel almost plummeted off the roof during the building process of your home, when he and a couple of spiders forgot about the giant undid hole a couple of feet away from them. The others managed to catch themselves and stick to the shingles and wood, but your husband couldn't merely cling, or a few of the support beams would have likely snapped from his razor claws.

Thank goodness for his web, but that was a new factor to get used to.

“Mi Luna?” Miguel placed a hand on your shoulder and looked down. “I promise I won't sneak in an extra dessert for them.”

Miguel saw your hesitancy. Because right before the cake was cut and consumed, he went out and brought Cielo and Mari a decent-sized extra sprinkled, frosted sugar cookie, splitting it three ways between him and them. He didn't think much of it because he believed it would have worn off by the time they did the happy birthday shindig, but that wasn't the case.

“And if they get too wound up, I promise to handle it all.”

“I don't know...” you sang, trailing off and looking everywhere else. You guessed where Cielo might have gotten that from.

“Pleaseee?” A choir of tiny, squeaky voices and one smooth, deep one won you over.

“Okay, okay, but only—only for lunch. And make sure to drink something with it.”

A spring of cheers and excitement filled the table as the three conversed about getting the yummy bread. Miguel turned to you with his hand on top of your thigh before sliding it along your stomach. “¿Alguna vez te he dicho lo hermosa que eres?”

“I think I may now believe it.” You winked, leaning in to kiss him, when Cielo and Ollie got into another altercation about Ollie's finger being too close to Cielo's side.

Miguel offered to handle this one, doing his best to get them to work it out, when the impromptu showdown between him and Ollie began. Mari and Cielo giggled, shuffling in their seats, as you chuckled at the squinted faces of your oldest child and husband, getting a good look at your family.

Eyeing your twins, you distinctly recall the moment you learned that you weren't having not one, but two babies growing in you. When Dr. Penelope stopped by to do your first ultrasound, you did feel off—an apprehensive sensation for the first two and a half months. You expressed your concerns to her, and she got straight to work, hoping nothing was causing any problems that early on in your pregnancy.

Ollie was in her toddler bed, down for her nap, as you, Miguel, Dr. Penelope, and Lyla eyed the holoscreen, revealing your new child.

“I'm keeping an eye out to make sure nothing is harming the child. You've been keeping up with the venom dosages, correct?”

You and Miguel nod together.

“And did you have problems like this with Olana?”

You shook your head. “None, besides her crazed kicks, nothing of the sort.”

“Hm. Okay, let me move to this side and see—”

Dr. Penelope was cut off when Lyla's body popped up in front of Miguel, a giant shit-eating grin on her face. “Oh-ho, you are in so much trouble. Double trouble.”

The three humans gazed at each other, trying to understand the cryptic message from his old assistant.

“Lyla, what are you implying?” Miguel and Penelope shared the same thought.

“You better hope one decides to devour the other, to claim victor to be the only one.” That Cheshire Cat smile was not going away in the slightest.

It took a couple of seconds, and then that's when it dawned as you reached for your husband's shirt, pulling him very gently to you.

“I said you could have one child. Una. Niño.”

Those nine months were the most tiring moments of your life. You could handle one pair of feet of karate kicking your stomach, but two? You were prepared to create a device to transfer the luxurious pain to Miguel.

Your perseverance was certainly rewarded when Miguel held the two in his arms. His eyes glossed with many emotions.

“Mi hermoso Cielo y mi hermosa Mariposa.” That’s what he whispered over and over.

You both agreed on the names when you spotted two butterflies fluttering in the blue skies on a beautiful spring day. It was cheesy, but you two loved it.

The twins resemble Miguel more than anything. A few swear Cielo has a bit of your features if one were to squint hard enough, but all you can see is his father. They inherit those bright, ruby eyes, but when in the light, if you don't look too closely, they appear as a dusty brown.

“Ollie.” Miguel leaned closer, not wanting to let that smile slip. He clearly means business.

“Papa.” Your oldest held a cheeky, menacing grin; that impish gleam in her left bright red eye showed that she too meant business.

Ollie is the one who obtained most of your looks, but the moment you put her next to Miguel, the resemblance is uncanny. The back and forth of “Oh! She looks just like you!” or “Oh! She looks just like Miguel!” is staggering. Genetics is a weird concept to you, no matter how much your geneticist of a husband explains it to you.

But, you do know, the most distinguishing part of her was her heterochromia. The first night you went to check on her, you noticed one glowing cerise eye ominously staring up at you, frozen in fear. You and Miguel almost had a heart attack, convinced that your child had somehow lost an entire eyeball during the process of her birth, only to have Dr. Penelope portal in to check and reassure that, no, she didn’t miraculously lose a whole eye in the womb, but had the uniqueness of two different colored irises.

You and Miguel always laugh at the conclusion you two reached. You were first-time parents; everything was a death trap, and Miguel was the overprotective papa bear who refused for even a second to put down your daughter. After the twins' birth, however, you managed to relax more, realizing it's not the end of the world whenever they even open their mouths to let out whatever squall or whine they were building. Miguel, on the other hand, was at their beck and call. In the millisecond, he heard even a single hiccup of a cry.

You tease, saying that's probably the reason why Ollie takes Miguel's personality more than anything. Maybe even more.

With neither one backing down, you had to shut it down or they would have this weird standoff all day. Especially since they were distracting the others from eating.

“Miguel. Olana—”

“Ollie!” She jabbed herself in the chest with her thumb.

“Right, I'm sorry, Miguel and Ollie, let's try to finish lunch before it gets cold, please?” You scratched the side of Miguel's hair, then poked Ollie's nose.

“Yes mama.” The two said it together.

You nodded your head in thanks and took a bite of your meal.

You couldn't recall why Olana—well, Ollie—wanted to start being called that. A couple of months ago, during dinner, she randomly exclaimed that she would be known as Ollie now and forever. You and Miguel went along with it, thinking it was probably a small phase, but whenever ‘Olana’ would slip out from anyone, she was right there, glad to correct anyone.

You remember her name sticking to you out of nowhere, and you couldn't shake it away. But when you did your research and saw that the name's origins meant ‘life’ and ‘continuing on with it,’ you grasped onto it and refused to let it go. Miguel instantly agreed to the name and placed it in the number one spot if the baby was a girl.

It was effective for you both, but for Ollie? Not so much now.

Ever since, the name has been a household one. It does get a bit difficult, but you both stumble over it and fix it in a flash.

Thankfully, the twins and a few others picked up on it.

Lunch went on without a hitch, the four indulging in their cake and a swift wash up before darting off upstairs to play with Apricot following them in at his slowest pace. You and Miguel stayed down to wash the dishes, listening to the sounds of their feet moving back and forth, exclaiming for them to play nicely whenever an argument tried to wring its way through. The collective “sorry!” would reach you two, and it would always get you both to laugh.

This was peaceful. It made you happy, and it most certainly made him full of joy and happiness.

“Thank you, mi Luna.” Miguel kissed your forehead and placed the last plate in the cabinet.

“For helping with the dishes? We always wash them together.” You wandered over to the living room and cushioned yourself on the couch, making sure to place your swollen feet on the coffee table.

He followed suit and took your feet off the surface and onto his lap. “For this life, mi Luna.” Miguel reached for a bottle of lotion you kept on the table's storage shelf.

“Of course, mi Estrella. You don't have to thank me; you deserve all of this, and I will not get tired of repeating that.” You cradled your stomach and sunk more into the couch, sighing out from the relaxing foot massage.

“I know… I need to say it.”

“Oh goodness, Miggy—”

“I know, mi Luna, I know. But these past six, close to seven years, you have blessed me with a beautiful life. A new start, a family, a gorgeous home.”

“That you insisted on taking care of.” You blew a raspberry, which got him to chuckle.

Miguel ended up purchasing two acres of land the second he found out about you bearing his child.

Well, you first took the time to make a plan about the construction of the house, how much you'll have to pay, and the legal process of building up the home. You wanted to do extensive research about the location and exactly where you'd be. There was an instant agreement on wanting to leave the city all together. It was less of a hassle for you two and the kids you were planning, and it was perfect for Miguel to get a complete fresh start.

You were thinking of buying a nice home in a town that held about 400 people, but Miguel practically begged to build up a home that you two could design together. And that was away from people. He didn't mind being close to the population, but Miguel had no intention of residing within it. You were fine with the request and came to the compromise of living on the outskirts, about twenty miles away, in a more wooded area. It was far, but not too far for you to take the child to school, get groceries, or whatever essentials you all needed.

That was the easy part. The hardest part was when Miguel insisted on paying for every little thing. You didn't mind him getting the land, but when he asserted himself on buying every ply of wood to every small nail, you couldn't help but want to jump in and help. Even when Miguel showed you the ridiculous amounts of funds he'd accumulated over the years, that still didn't get you to budge a single inch.

There was eventually a middle ground where you paid to break your lease when the house was completed. But Miguel handled everything else. Again, much to your dismay.

He did let you help by buying snacks and meals for the spiders who assisted with building the house.

That was a hell of a time for you. In an amusing way, of course.

When Miguel left the society under Jess's hands, things went one-eighty for everyone. It became a giant clubhouse for the heroes. Anomalies still managed to slip through the cracks, so there's dedicated teams to take care of that. There's also times where the spider-humans assist in each other's universes if things get too out of hand or they simply don't have the time to deal with their villains. It's basically an off day for the heroes to catch up on their lives. Things were certainly more “chilled out,” from how Miguel updated you whenever you questioned the facility at the time of your pregnancy.

You didn't get a chance to see the building in action, and even seven years later, no peek, but you didn't mind. He was definitely more at peace when the weight of billions of multiverses was no longer on his shoulders. The most he had to deal with were the bunches of spiders who were there to help construct your new home.

When Peter B. learned that you were pregnant, he blabbed about it to Jess, much to Miguel's dismay, but he held those restraints and heard Peter's plan for having him and the others take care of everything. From head to toe. It took a bunch of begging on Peter's end to convince Jess, but his persistence paid off.

It was a straightforward ‘yes,’ from you, especially since you were two months into your pregnancy and Miguel didn't want his firstborn or you in that stuffy apartment.

That day, when all was confirmed and house designs for the farmhouse were approved, the work immediately began with Miguel being the leader of the project and you as the co-leader.

Day in and day out, fifty or so spiders would portal in with tools, materials, and heavy-duty appliances into the wooded spot. Miguel guided them on measurements or other details. You would chime in too, having prints of the layout on hand in case someone needed to confine it.

It went well. There were a few hiccups, especially dealing with people who seemingly held similar personalities… and names. That freaked you out when you tried to get Peter's attention, only to have about thirty or so heads snap their attention over to you, concurrently answering you. Miguel forgot to warn you that since they are alternate versions of one another, they were most likely to share a given name.

“So how do you know who is who?”

“By their earth's number.”

“Oh. Well, I don't have that many months to learn all these Peter's numbers, so give me the primary Peter.”

You hung around E-616 Peter and his Mayday, even though he was told multiple times not to bring her, but you kept her entertained. And Jess whenever time permitted her to be around.

You and Jess did hit it off really well, more so when she learned that you were curious throughout her pregnancy. She also let slip that she didn't blame you for indulging in Miguel's behavior of sneaking you into the HQ. You couldn't tell if it was pregnancy hormones or what, but Miguel got the scolding of a lifetime from you. He was very guilty (especially because he had you believe that all was okay), and you apologized profusely, which Jess brushed off, saying that him getting reprimanded was enough and to let bygones be bygones.

You did nudge him about a bit longer, but only for a couple of more minutes. He also apologized to you many times, but you forgave him with no hassle.

Things progressed; even when Miguel was at therapy sessions, you and Peter B. took over. A few chatted with you and stated that Miguel seemed much more cool-headed and amiable to work with the others. If things were going south or not going how they should've gone, he would talk to them and hear about other options. It spooked them, but they welcomed the change of pace.

You were proud, and you made sure to express it every chance you were given. He even held some pride in himself for his growth, but he wouldn't admit it.

The home took exactly four and a half months to make, from perfect wiring to furnishing, but when it was complete, you remembered the tears welling up in your eyes as you both strode hand in hand on what the future would hold.

And it certainly contained a lot.

“Mi Luna?”

“Mhm?” You lay your head on a nearby throw pillow.

“Reminiscing, mi corazón?” He trailed faint circles around your swollen ankles.

“Mm, maybe. Wondering if we need to add another room and bathroom.”

He grinned and gave a quick peck at your leg. “Four is enough. And a fourth bathroom wouldn't be so bad in the future when the kids start getting older.”

“Aww, you're not hoping for the constant arguments about who gets to use the shower first or how long one has been hogging up the bathroom for an eternity?”

“The way Cielo and Ollie go back and forth now, I think I'll have to prioritize that extra space soon.” He leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling fan, then back at you. “Te amo, mi Luna.”

Your heart surged with a million emotions as tears began to leak from you. “I love you too, mi Estrella.” Your sniffles were violent as you tried to hold back those sobs choking at your throat.

Miguel pulled you onto his lap and cradled you close. Every day, Miguel has never taken this life for granted. Every second, every minute, every hour, every month, and every year, he wakes up grateful, filled with that memory of love that he has forgotten. The surrounding reminder is that he is allowed to have it and that he has always been deserving of it.

Drying your tears, you buried your head in his neck and sighed out. “I never want to move from here.”

He slipped away and stared you in the eyes.

Thud.

“You won't ever have to worry about that. Because you know I'm not going anywhere. You'll need an entire brigade to move me, and I still won't budge.” He rubbed his forehead on yours, and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Glad to know that I have rubbed off on you just a tad bit.”

“Ay, mi Luna, you have done so much more than rubbed off on me ‘a tad bit.’ I'm always excited to know what the next day will bring and what it'll show me. To know what my beautiful family has in store next.”

"Well, luckily, with the four upstairs, they’ll always have something surprising for us.”

A loud thump and Apricot’s screech emerged from the second floor, having you and Miguel whip your necks at the stairs to see the cat rushing down at lightning speeds and right into his tower.

“Ollie. Cielo. Mariposa. What was that?” Your body suddenly felt more exhausted, rubbing your temples, awaiting several different answers being blurted all at once from your adoring children.

The sounds of tiny clawed feet sprinted towards you two, all, of course, shouting over each other about who did what and who wasn’t to blame. You held up your hands to calm them down, and like clockwork, only Mari stopped, and Ollie and Cielo kept going. You gave Miguel a very depleted look, and he understood right away.

“Está bien, Ollie, Cielo; vamos a darle un descanso a mamá. Tell me, separately, what happened. Ollie?”

She spouted off how Cielo tried to take a toy that she was using from her when he butted in and denied all claims. Back and forth, hearing both sides, Miguel nodded his head and then turned to Mari.

“Cielo was using the toy, and Ollie wanted it, so she tried to take it, and it hit Apricot. Can we go see May and Uncle Peter?” Mari crawled next to you and laid her head on your belly.

“We're going to see them this weekend. And Jess and Gerry will be there also, remember?” Miguel stroked her hair before turning back to his other two. “And you both have to get along. You have to take turns and ask when you want a toy the other is using. And if they're busy with it and they say, ‘Not right now?’”

“You find something else to use.” Ollie swayed from side to side.

“Mhm, and if they're not listening or trying to bother you, you call for one of us and we'll help, okay, Cielo?” You added in.

“Yes, mama.”

“Me alegro de que ambos lo entendáis. Now apologize to one another, and don't forget to say sorry to Apricot.” Miguel gestured to the cat, who was giving a tired, grumpy expression at the two young ones.

After giving their “I'm sorrys,” the two jostled over to Apricot, apologized, and pulled out his favorite toy to play with him. Mari slid down and joined her siblings, crawling in between the other two and taking more cat toys out of the small bin. Giggles and squeals filled the atmosphere, and you couldn't help but nuzzle into Miguel.

“You're really good at this parenting business.”

“I'm still not as good as you, mi Luna.” He chuckled at the three taking turns dangling toys in front of Apricot, who happily swatted at them all. “There's still times where that fear of me not living up wants to settle in. And not just for this.” He mumbled toward the end.

You heard the last bit and had to hold back that charged flare of him bringing himself down. “I understand that the worry lingers, but stop that. You're an amazing dad and person. That hasn't changed then, and it'll never change now, mi Estrella. You saw what you wanted, you seized it, and you continue to strive for it.” You kissed his forearm and lingered for a second. “Now, would you like to reaffirm my statement?”

Miguel had to really stop and stare at everything. He zoned out and thought.

The sun rose, and the sun set. Each day that came, he took it on, but in a different light. He was given this second chance, the field illuminated by the new shining glows that cast on him. He allowed it in after being so alone all that time. How that period was encrypted with bleakness until you showed him it was okay to move forward and confine in those who want to see him bloom, just like a flower.

He did work on this and doesn't feel the need to put an end to it.

He still has more to learn, but right now? Right now, he's okay.

And when he looks down at you with those gentle and compassionate eyes, he knows he has come far. When he takes the time to look at the family and the home he's built, he knows he did this. Everything he has been through and worked for wasn't in vain. He isn’t stopping or giving up on this life. For you, his family, Gabriella, and mostly for himself.

“You okay, mi Estrella?”

“Si, mi Luna. Taking what you said into consideration and really digging into it, I will have to agree that I’m a pretty decent dad.” He leaned down and gave you a deep kiss, which you gladly returned when the soft snickering gathered in your ears.

“Mama and papa are kissing.” Ollie pointed at you two, and Mari followed soon after.

“They’re kissing! No fair!” Mari pouted and crossed her arms.

“Aww, you hear that, Miggy? They sound pretty jealous. Maybe we should do something about that.” A playful smirk crept on you. Putting you on the cushion seat next to him, Miguel scooted up to the edge as the three stared, anticipation coursing through their veins.

“Aw, no quiero poner celosas a mis estrellas fugaces.” He got into a position and showed a glint of his fangs.

“Run!” Ollie squealed out, but the three weren’t as fast as him. He scooped them up in his arms and began to give many kisses all over their tiny faces.

“We're under attack!” Cielo slapped Miguel's chest.

“Fight back! Fight!” Ollie tried to grapple at his neck but was met with tickles as she squirmed and howled with laughter.

Mari managed to slink her way out, hobble over to you, and climb on the couch. “Can we call Mayday and Uncle Peter before bed?”

You kissed her forehead and poked her nose. “Yes, we can. Now are you going to help your brother or sister, or will you just watch?”

Mari dazed out for a bit before snuggling deeper into your arms with a giant grin on her face. You couldn't help but snort and move her in closer with Apricot dodging the wrestling match (that Miguel was losing) and settling his way to you.

You couldn't help but encourage the other two to get him, telling them where he was coming and how to get him down. Miguel was flabbergasted by the betrayal of his own wife when Mari jumped back in and dogpiled alongside Ollie and Mari. You cheered when Miguel admitted defeat and laid sprawled out.

The rest of the evening was filled with pillow and blanket forts, a loud video call with Peter and his family while you made dinner, and a very over-the-top and animated acting of a couple of fairy tale bedtime stories.

That night, when the three were fast asleep, you and Miguel cuddled up on the porch couch, the moon and a star gleaming the brightest among the others.

“A new month.” You pointed up and dipped your head into his chest, enjoying the soft breathing and the steady heartbeats.

“A new beginning.” He placed his sheathed claws underneath your stomach and kissed the crown of your hair. “Hey, mi Luna?”

“Mhm?”

“Gracias. Gracias por todo.”

“Now what did I say about thanking—”

“Mi Luna.”

You turned up to face him, those crimson eyes staring right into you. You smiled and kissed his chin. “You're welcome, mi Estrella. I'm here by your side, no matter what. You know I'm not going anywhere.”

“And I'm not going anywhere either.”

“How many flowers are in the field?” You turned to your own garden, peeking out from the side of the house.

“Many. Marigolds, lavender, daisies, tulips, and sunflowers.” His touch was light on your face. “There's still a lot more wanting to sprout.”

“Endless, and I'm so happy I get to see them.”

“And I will make sure to take care of each one.”

You met in the middle, his lips hungrily attacking yours and his hands gliding along your delicate skin.

“Meet me upstairs?” You gasped hard, your chest heaving up and down.

“Yes, and be careful, mi Luna. I'll be up there in a minute.” He tapped your bottom some.

Giving one more lingering kiss, you didn't conceal your giddiness when you giggled like a schoolgirl and went up to your bedroom. Miguel laughed and peered up at the sky one more time, giving the moon and star a long glance before heading in himself.

On his way, he made a quick detour to the living room and to a bookshelf with many knickknacks and photobooks you both saved that were very important to you both. And right on the second shelf, towards the top, was a picture of Gabi surrounded by lavender and the flower that represents the new month that both you and him decorate and maintain.

“Hola, osita. Estamos bien. Estoy bien. Tal vez incluso un poco mejor que eso. I miss you. Every day I miss you, but I know you're besides us, having a blast with your siblings and your mamá. They love you; she loves you... I love you. I wanted to tell you that and for you to rest well. Buenas noches, mi hermosa y feroz osita.” He stroked the marigold framing, bowed his head, and made his way up to you.

The beautiful moon enriched his view with its milky shine. And the rustling of the winds flowing through never felt so nice.

The smell of the soothing florals and the tickling when they brushed against him.

He didn't know his path then. He swore he did. He truly believed that his road was only destined to be isolated and crumble underneath.

But now...

Now Miguel O'Hara understands.

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