Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

THE LAST OF US [A]

WAKING UP, I yawned as I sunk a bit deeper into my sheets. After a few seconds, I furrowed my eyebrows as it was unusually bright.

I look at the time.

Shit.

I immediately stand up and go out the door, knocking on my Dad's door. I heard the alarm ring through the closed door.

"Dad!" I called out, "Alarm!"

No answer.

"Alarm!" I called even louder until I heard his groans.

"I'm up, okay, Mija?" I heard him call, the bed squeaking as I heard him sit up.

I sigh and make my way to the bathroom, doing my things before I leave, going downstairs to make him some breakfast.

I yawn as I open the fridge, grabbing a few eggs. I then turn the stove on, spray the pan before cracking the eggs and scrambling them.

I did this for a few minutes until Dad finally came down. I go into the cabinet and try to look for the pancake mix before sighing in defeat.

I turn towards him. "Where's the pancake mix?"

He sighed as he remembered. "Sorry. I forgot them."

I shake my head and grab some orange juice and bacon from the fridge. "I was going to make you birthday pancakes."

I throw some bacon into the pan.

He shrugged before walking to the coffee maker, making some coffee for himself. "You know I don't really like pancakes."

I walk to the counter, pouring the orange juice into a cup. "And I love you in spite of that."

"Hey," he glanced at me, his voice laced with slight offense but overall amusement.

I chuckled, "I know you don't like them. It was for my benefit. I love pancakes."

I hand him the orange juice. He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Vitamin C."

He pressed his lips together before taking a sip. I turned around and got back to the eggs. I heard him place the cup down.

"Did you get your homework done?" He asked, holding his coffee mug.

I looked up at him weirdly. He never asked me about school. He may be my dad, but he was more like my best friend.

He noticed and took a sip of his coffee. "What, they got you doing fractions?"

I laughed. "More like algebra."

I sifted the eggs and bacon one more time before throwing them on two plates. I handed Dad both of ours, putting the pan in the sink.

He walked to the table and I grabbed his mug and the orange juice, putting it down.

We sat at the table.

"How old are you again?" I asked, taking a bite of the eggs.

"Thirty-six," he took a bite of his eggs, too.

I raised my eyebrows. "You're gonna have to wear diapers soon."

"And you're gonna have to change 'em," he took a bite from his bacon.

"Ew," I chuckled, taking a bite of mine, "I can't believe you just said that to me."

"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get a pass."

I shrugged, "Fine. But you can only use it twice and you just used up your first one."

He winced, "Well, I think I'm going to have to use it all up."