[✔] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ FOURTEEN ◂

Unfortunately, you find yourself carrying groceries with Miguel to a small cozy home. You roll your eyes as you can't believe he got you to agree to this fiasco.

"If she asks who you are, just say something like . . . you're an old friend I ran into. I don't think this Miguel had any girlfriends recently, so we'll have to-" You drowned out the rest of his words.

He was overthinking this way too much. Especially for him to send the body back to the base to be stored for 'research purposes'. What a nerd. He even put on the same clothes, only it was printed brand new. You had to wear something similar to fit in this world.

The two of you finally arrive at the door, and Miguel struggles to enter the key with all the groceries. The door abruptly opens for him to reveal the young girl: Gabriella O'Hara.

"What took so long? You were gone for like, two hours!" She pouts, opening the door wider to let you both in.

Miguel laughs nervously, "Sorry, uh, sweetie. I got held up with some errands."

Noticing you following behind her father, she points at you, "Dad, who is this?"

Miguel clears his throat, "This . . . Is an old friend of mine. Her name is (y/n). I ran into her on the way back."

You smile and wave at her, trying to come off as kind and welcoming, even though you are so tired and do not want to be there at all.

Gabriella grew shy, twiddling with her fingers, "Hi, miss (y/n) . . . I'm Gabriella."

Both of your hearts melted at the sweet girl. You find a small part of you thinking that this wasn't so bad, but you quickly slap yourself. You walk over to the kitchen where you set down the groceries.

"Did you get my favorite cereal?" Gabriella excitedly asked, looking through the bags.

Miguel starts to panic, so you step in, "Sorry, Loulou, he forgot to."

She stared at you in curiosity, "What does that mean?"

You smile at her as you unload the groceries into the fridge, "It means 'little one' in French." (It doesn't have a real meaning except that it's a nickname used for kids)

Her eyes lit up, "That's so cool! Did you know I played soccer with a French girl once?"

You acted intrigued, "Oh? You play soccer?"

She tried to act nonchalant, but she was clearly proud to talk about it, "Yeah, my coach says I'm the best on the team."

Miguel laughs quietly beside you, and whispers, "See? This isn't so bad."

You shot him a look, "This is wrong and you know it."

He frowns at you, staring into your eyes as if begging you to play along just for now. You roll your eyes once more and finish putting the groceries away as best you can. It was a small and cozy home, but it looked a mess. You tried to tidy the kitchen up here and there as you put ingredients away, so it looked much better.

Gabriella drums her hands on the counter, "So . . . What's for dinner?"

You and Miguel look at each other in confusion, "You haven't eaten yet, Gabriella?"

She looks at Miguel as if he were a stranger, "We don't eat until 8 pm, remember? And we still haven't picked out a movie while we eat."

"I don't really know how to cook." He sighs under his breath, avoiding eye contact with you.

"What kind of father are you?" You jokingly remark.

You begin to bring out a saucepan and some oil. There were limited ingredients, but you bought the necessities earlier in case.

"Ooh, what are you making, miss (y/n)?" Gabriella helps you take out a cutting board.

You smile at her help, "I'm making spaghetti. It is quick and easy if you want to learn."

She gives you a toothy grin, "Yeah!"

Miguel watches you guide and explain each step to her, allowing Gabriella to stir the meat and the noodles. His heart swells at how good you are at this. The two of you may not see eye to eye, but he thinks you're perfect for this. He honestly believes nothing will go wrong. After dinner was made, Miguel was in charge of picking a movie. He struggles for a bit before a Spiderman movie catches both of your attention.

Gabriella turns to you and points at it, "I've seen that movie, like, a hundred times! It's really, really good."

You laugh at her slurping the noodles, raising a napkin to her face to wipe her cheeks. You knew this was all crazy, but you did want two daughters. You began to think you had lost it when you pretended that this was all real: that she was your daughter with Miguel. Of course, you stopped those thoughts and focused on other things.

Gabriella sat between you and Miguel, you were hoping to talk to him while she was distracted, but because she was so close, you decided to later. After all, talking strangely like you were aliens from another world would most likely freak her out.

"What are you thinking about?" Miguel whispers under his breath.

Luckily your spider senses caught it because of how low he sounded.

"How you're crazy." You retort.

He rolls his eyes, "Well, I think we've been doing great so far."

You give him a look, "Are you willing to wake up early and drive her to school every day? What about staying with her at soccer practice all night? And bills and doctor appointments?"

He purses his lips, ". . . We can make do."

"We?" You shake your head, "No, you're going to make do. I'm still deciding whether I'm aboard with this craziness."

Miguel gives you a sad look, "(Y/n) . . ."

You look away from him, ending the conversation. You knew that if you took one glance at his face, you'd feel bad and give in. By the time the movie ended, you see Gabriella had fallen asleep. You also see that her plate is empty, which brings you joy since she enjoyed it so much. Miguel carried her off to bed, closing the door quietly and making his way back to you.

"Now what?" You say unamused, resting a hand on your hip. Miguel loved it when you did that.

He sighs, "I'll call a group meeting in the morning once she makes it to school. I'll have to spend the night so nothing happens . . . And wake up early by myself. And take her to school by myself-"

You softly laugh at him, you know what he was trying to do . . . And it was working.

"Alright, Miguel. If we can get the others to cover for us, then I'll join in on this craziness."

He breaks out into a smile, embracing you in a hug, "Leave it all to me. I'll take care of everything."

"Except dinner." You cut in playfully.

He laughs, agreeing, "Except dinner."

Pulling away, you look up at him. You both watched each other in silence.

"I hope nothing goes wrong with this . . ." You whisper.

He plants a kiss on your head, "It's going to be alright, mi amor. I won't let anything happen."