He lives in my head rent free
Leave him alone
Itโs already been done but posting anyway ๐ญ๐
ohhh my godd
I just watched Across the Spiderverse last night and oh my god
I don't know how I'm expected to emotionally recover from this
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โhey, siri. call-โ elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.
โhello?โ
โhey, cariรฑa. how are you feeling?โ her husbandโs soft voice came from the phone.
โi feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.โ
โwere you? we must be in sync,โ elena could hear the smile in his voice, โi wanted to let you know iโm on my way to get the girls, and then iโll be on the way home.โ
as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.
โhm, well iโll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,โ though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elenaโs attention was on the door.
โte amo, mi esposa.โ
as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.
โ.. and weโre gonna be friendly and respectful, and weโre not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?โ
โi know, dad. whatโs taking him so long to open the door?โ
โyou donโt what heโs doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.โ
may?
โwho is it?โ though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.
โoh- uh, my name is peter! iโm looking for miguel oโhara?-โ
โand iโm mayday!โ
taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.
as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.
โwhy are you looking for miguel?โ elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasnโt one hundred percent sure.
โwell, we used to work together, ya know? and itโs been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,โ peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on โwork togetherโ left a nauseous feeling in elenaโs stomach.
strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.
โare you sure youโre not here about work?โ
at elenaโs question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.
โheโs told you, right? about our adventures? i promise iโm only here as a friend.โ
elenaโs stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and mayโs face, leaving father and daughter in shock.
click!
the door opened, revealing elenaโs 5โ2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.
โthank you,โ peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.
as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.
โhow long have the two of you been together?โ
elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.
โwe met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.โ
at that, peter did a double take.
โwait, so gabriella isnโt his?โ
โbiologically, no. but miguel is the only father sheโs ever known, and heโs been around since essentially the beginning,โ elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didnโt sit right with her.
โof course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..โ peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.
โi know,โ elenaโs voice was soft, โhe told me about her.โ
peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.
โwhoโs this kid?โ
the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasnโt his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peterโs attention.
it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.
as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. sheโd have to call him later.
โactually, thatโs peter. heโs an intern at miguelโs office. he babysits our girls sometimes.โ
โah, i shoulda known,โ peter b. chuckled out.
the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.
โoh!โ elena exclaimed, โiโm sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.โ
peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, โitโs lovely to meet you, elena.โ
as he got comfortable, peter continued, โso, howโd you two meet?โ
as miguelโs mini suv got closer to his home, the manโs nerves increasingly got worse. he couldnโt explain it, but something felt off to him.
โpapi! i show you โn mami my drawing!โ
at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasnโt registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.
terrible twos, right?
through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, โi canโt wait to see it, mi princesa.โ
turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his familyโs home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.
with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, heโd need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.
with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly โ yet another girl.
the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.
the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.
ay dios mรญo.
โmiguel, old buddy! itโs been waaaaay too long! how ya been?โ completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguelโs face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.
โnot long enough. how and why are you here?โ Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.
โyour ears arenโt bleeding, are they, amor?โ he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.
โpeterโs been fine. iโll take isa so you guys can catch up.โ
miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.
โelena says sheโs a stay at home,โ peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friendโs dread.
โshe is. peter, why are you here?โ
peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didnโt look tired. he looked.. content.
โbelieve it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how youโve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. iโm happy for you.โ
miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. heโd toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.
โโฆ what do you wanna know that she hasnโt already told you?โ
peterโs eyes shined.
โeverything.โ
โ- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.โ
miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.
โwow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-โ
โwait,โ miguel cut him off.
โyeah! all you had to do was-โ
โno. shut up,โ he was looking towards the stairs.
โโฆ whatโs wrong?โ peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.
as he stood, miguel responded, โgabi is never this quiet with company over.โ
and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasnโt far behind.
miguel opened the door to his oldest daughterโs room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.
he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her fatherโs back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.
โwell, i guess itโs time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?โ
miguel pressed the buttons on peterโs wristband, opening the portal into what looked like mayโs bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.
โpeter.โ
he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.
โit wasโฆ nice. to see you, i mean.โ
โahh, it sucks that iโve got my girl on my back. i wouldโve given you a great hug, man.โ
โโฆ get out of my house.โ
by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 oโclock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.
โmi amor, where are her pants?โ
โi got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldnโt let me put them back on her,โ elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.
miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.
โoh, i know, mija. weโre gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,โ miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.
as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.
โhow was your evening?โ
miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.
โhe asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, heโd ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-โ
โaw, thatโs sweet.โ
โ- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday andโฆ yeah. it was all very repetitive. i wouldโve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.โ
elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.
โwell now that heโs gone, thereโs nothing stopping you from doing just that,โ she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.
miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her โgranny gown.โ miguel took notice of all of this.
โevery time i look at you itโs like i fall in love with you over and over again.โ
elena cheesed at him and replied, โhurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.โ
it didnโt take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wifeโs lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest oโhara slept.
โsheโs gonna be a daddyโs girl, too. i can feel it,โ elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.
โshe might surprise you. maybe sheโll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.โ
โyes, and gabriella is a daddyโs girl. youโre proving my point, amor,โ elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguelโs hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the womanโs neck.
โi love you, elena.โ
there was so much overwhelming love in her husbandโs voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.
as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.
it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.
๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ (โยดโก`โ) ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ช ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ. ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ? ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ. ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ @1-800-writersblock ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ. ๐ฃ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ช (โงโโฆ)/
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