[✔] ▼ 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

You woke that morning to the sound of Miguel's watch buzzing and beeping. The label of the alarm Miguel made was to get ready and take Gabriella to school. However, Miguel was snoring fast asleep. Yes, you spent the night with Miguel in this random world. Yes, you agreed to parent his clone's child with him. Yes, you felt very dumb.

After turning his watch off, you groggily stalk to Gabriella's room, softly knocking. You heard a soft tune of an alarm inside, which you assumed was her clock.

Peeking through, you see her sleeping soundly under her blankets, "Loulou, it's time to wake up. You've got school."

She groans and gently squints her eyes open. Oh, how cute she is.

You smile at her, "Hmm, I would turn on the lights, but that is just torture."

The sleepy girl breaks into a big smile, giggling in agreement with you. Before you get back to the room with Miguel, you make sure Gabriella is fully awake and getting ready for the day. The only issue was, you didn't have any of your stuff in this room. Sighing, you call Lyla who appears in an instant.

"Ah, I see." She files her nails, "Don't worry, babe. I'll send em over ASAP. It should be done by the end of the day."

You yawn, thanking her before making your way through a portal to your room. Quickly using your necessities, you picked out a decent outfit. Then, you go back to see Gabriella sorting through her backpack.

"Good morning, miss (y/n)!" She smiles at you.

"Good morning, Loulou." You rub her back, making your way to the kitchen.

"Since your father didn't get you your favorite cereal, would you like me to make something? Toast?" You ask her as you look through the fridge.

She hums, "I think toast is good."

You bring out some bread, butter, and jam. Then you bring out two plates.

"I'll go shopping for your cereal today, don't worry. Which one is your favorite, Gabriella?" You take out a rusty toaster.

You grimace at the poor device, deciding to buy a new one later.

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

You laugh at her, "You're so cute, Loulou."

The young girl smiles at you as you prepare breakfast. The two of you have already grown fond of the nickname you gave her. However, you fear you're getting attached too quickly. But, oh, you couldn't help it. She was too cute!

"Where's Dad? Is he sleeping in again?" As though this had happened many times before, she looked unamused.

You throw your head back in laughter, "Snoring per usual!"

Gabriella began to wonder if you've slept with her father before, especially for you to say 'per usual'. (Innocent sleep btw, don't taint the pure girl)

"How close are you with my dad, anyways?" She pours herself some orange juice and puts it away.

You pause, thinking of your response, "We . . . knew each other since we were young. He always snored at sleepovers."

Gabriella giggles, "That sounds like him."

You let out a small breath of relief, feeling glad she's not getting too suspicious of anything so far. The two slices of toast pop up, and she chooses strawberry jam. As you spread the jam, Gabriella couldn't help but blurt out: