I Love Him, Dad ( MiguelxRobby)

Chapter Seventeen - "Too Many Feelings"

Robby's POV

"Abuelita?" I mumble, softly knocking on the door, of what I'm presuming is her room, and peer in.

She's just sitting on her bed away from the door, tissues in both hands, "¿Sí? Saldré en un minuto. "

"I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm going to come in aways." I let out a little bit of a laugh, trying to lighten her mood.

"Oh Robby..." she let's out a sigh as I sit down next to her.

"Are you okay Abuelita? You kinda rushed outta there.." I frown, attentively rubbing her back.

"I'm fine Mijo. I'm just,"she sniffles," just was a bit...thrown off when miggy said m-miscarriage. " more tears fall from her eyes.

" I'm sorry...I hate it too..that we have to talk about it at all. " I mutter, biting my lip.

"no apologies cariño. Miscarriages are an awful thing that anyone can go through. I just hope you two don't have to like I did." she sighs, wiping her undereyes with a tissue.

I feel myself tear up and my heart drop just remembering my own, my hands going to my empty belly, "I-I know. I really am sorry you had to go through that pain too, Abuelita.."

"¿también? Robby, what do you mean too? Did Miguel..?" she turns to me quickly, her voice cracking at the end.

"No..no Miguel's okay. I did. I-I lost our first baby. It was really sudden and early in my pregnancy so-" I'm stopped by a soul crushing hug, sudden tears streaming down my face.

"Dios mío, mi corazón lo siento mucho. I'm so sorry." she whispers, holding onto me.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm okay.." I whisper back, laying my head on her shoulder carefully.

She rocks us gently, continuing to whisper a symphony of I'm sorrys. That just makes me cry harder. I've never had someone care for me this much..someone who understands my pain.

It seems like hours pass before we actually part.

I start to wipe my eyes from the overflow of tears when a delicate hand pats my cheek, "I'm so sorry I judged you for your past cariño. That was wrong of me."

"It's okay. I understand. What I've done in the past..was awful and I-I'm still trying to figure who I am outside of all the anger." I sigh, struggling to look her in her eyes...eyes that look so much like Miguel's.

She caresses my cheek before nodding, "You are young. You have time to flourish. My grandson was right about one thing," she smiles, "you do have a heart of gold, Mijo. Don't let your anger and furry distinguish it."

"T-thank you Abuelita..thank you." I reply softly, hugging her again.

She embraces me tightly, rubbing my back, "Welcome to our familia, cariño."

"I'm honored.."

After parting from the hug, I follow her back into the kitchen. Both sets of amber eyes are on us with curiosity written across their faces.

I hope our baby looks just like them..

"Mama?"

"Is everything okay, Yaya?" Miguel asks, biting his lip.

"Sí, sí, todo está bien. Everything is great now." she smiles over at me, making me blush.

"Let's finish eating, yeah? Abuelita's enchiladas are too heavenly to let go to waste." I smile back at them, earning a laugh.

As I sit back in my seat next to miggy, he kisses my cheek.

"I knew I liked this boy! ¡Comamos! " Abuelita shouts