Mi Amor - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz/On my block Story

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My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't hold back—I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him as carefully as I could, mindful of his injuries.

I pulled back, my face wet with tears. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you... It's just that—I thought you were gone."

He touched my face, his hand warm and reassuring. "It was close," he said softly, "but I made it. I'm so sorry for making you worry. It won't happen again, I promise."

I took a shaky breath. "What happened? Sad Eyes told me about the plan, but after that, nobody seemed to know anything."

Oscar's expression darkened as he explained, "Cuchillos found out I'd turned on her. 19th Street betrayed me—they were supposed to take me out, but I convinced them that Cuchillos' promises were empty. So we set her up instead. She's gone now."

It was a lot to take in, the relief of seeing him alive mixed with the shock of how close he'd come to being killed. Just then, Abuelita chimed in with a knowing smile.

"Mi pequeña," she said, "this man's been through enough. I think he deserves some good news." She winked, patting her stomach three times in a way that made her meaning crystal clear to me. I didn't know how she'd guessed, but I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was time to tell him.

Oscar watched us, looking a bit lost. "Maybe it's the blood loss, but you two aren't making any sense."

I reached for his hand, steadying myself. "Oscar... I'm pregnant."

He stared at me, silent, before his expression shifted into the brightest smile I'd ever seen. He moved closer, looking straight into my eyes. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes," I whispered, smiling back. He pulled me close, his hand resting gently on my stomach as if feeling for a tiny heartbeat.

After Abuelita finished tending to his wounds, Sad Eyes drove us home. Oscar took my phone to call Cesar, and after a heartfelt reunion over the line, we settled in to wait for Cesar at Oscar's place.

As we cuddled on the couch, Oscar looked thoughtful. "So, about the baby..."

I smiled up at him, glad he was already planning. "We've got about eight months," he murmured, mostly to himself.

"Yes, that's usually how it goes," I teased, laughing.

"We're going to need a plan," he said seriously. "I want us out of Freeridge, somewhere close enough for family but safe. I'll find work. And when you finish school in the summer, you'll have time to be with the baby. Later, college—whatever you want to do."

Looking into his eyes, I knew he meant every word. This was exactly what I'd hoped for, and I couldn't have asked for a more perfect answer. "It sounds perfect," I said softly, and I meant it.

———— end of season 3 ————

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