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

▸ FIFTEEN ◂

Fire, EVERYWHERE.

Babies crying EVERYWHERE.

The world was ending

Nah I'm jus kididng ;D

The incessant buzzing of Miguel's watch pulled you from your dreams. Its alarm read: Get Gabriella to School, but the man it was meant for was still snoring, completely undisturbed.

Resigning yourself to the morning chaos, you shuffled toward Gabriella's room. Her soft alarm chimed from within. You knocked gently before cracking the door open.

"Bonjour," you said softly, your voice still groggy. "Time to wake up for school, Loulou."

A muffled groan came from beneath the blankets. A pair of sleepy eyes peeked out, and she gave you a groggy but adorable pout.

You chuckled. "I would turn on the lights, but that is just cruel, don't you think?"

Her sleepy pout broke into a smile as she giggled. You helped her shake off the last remnants of sleep, ensuring she started getting ready before heading back to Miguel.

Gabriella was already sifting through her backpack when you returned to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Miss (Y/N)!" she chirped.

"Morning, Loulou," you replied with a warm smile, ruffling her hair as you walked by.

You glanced at the sparse pantry, grimacing. "Since your dad didn't get your favorite cereal, how about toast for breakfast?"

"Toast sounds good," she said, cheerfully grabbing the orange juice.

As you prepped breakfast, you glanced at the old, rattling toaster. "This thing's on its last legs," you muttered. "Guess we're adding a toaster to the shopping list. So, what is your favorite cereal, chère?"

"Frosted Flakes! They're grrr-eat!! They're perfect for soccer players!" She giggles, taking out some orange juice.

You laughed, "You're adorable, Loulou. I'll make sure to grab a box later."

Gabriella watched you move around the kitchen, her small hands cradling a glass of orange juice. She thought your laugh sounded like pretty bells chiming—quiet but happy, so unlike the quiet, empty mornings she was used to.  Her admiration for you was almost palpable. Though she had only met you yesterday, something about you made her feel safe and cherished—like the mother figure she'd always yearned for, the mother she'd been wishing for her whole life.

Her gaze flicked toward the hallway. "Let me guess. Dad's still snoring?"

"Like a chainsaw," you replied, throwing your head back with laughter.

Gabriella giggled along, but her curiosity got the better of her. "How close are you and my dad, anyway?"

The question made you pause mid-toast. Quickly gathering your thoughts, you leaned on the story you and Miguel had agreed on. "We've known each other since we were kids. He's always been a champion snorer—used to keep everyone awake during sleepovers."

"That sounds like him," she giggles, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

You were relieved she wasn't pressing further, considering the original Miguel must have never spoken of you before you suddenly appeared in her life. As you focused on spreading jam over her toast, she hit you with yet another unexpected question.

As you spread jam over her toast, she suddenly blurted, "Are you going to be my mom?"

The words landed like a soft punch to the chest, and you nearly dropped the toast. "Oh, Loulou that is ... a big question," you said, your voice gentle.