❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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Miguel just got home from his office, removing the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, "Hermosa! I'm—" 

He stopped himself at the sight in the living room, feeling his heart right into a puddle.

You and Gabriella were asleep on the couch together, a book was lying on the floor, with your hand stretching towards it.

Gabriella was cuddled up against your side, her tiny palm fisting your t-shirt and her cheek resting against your chest. One of your arms held her against you protectively.

Miles took his shoes off and walked over to you both, just staring in adoration for a few moments, before giving each of you a kiss on your foreheads.

This caused you to scrunch your face up and you slowly blinked your eyes open, "Hi," you mumbled sleepily, stifling a yawn.

"Hi," Miguel parroted your words, his palm caressing the top of your head to push the hair from your face.

"We wanted to wait up for you," you whispered, not wanting to wake your daughter, "But we got tired,"

"That's alright, mi amor," his thumb traced over your cheekbones. He leaned to catch your lips in a smooch, tracing your lower lip with his tongue lightly.

"You guys are gross," Gabriella commented sluggishly with her eyes still closed.

You and Miguel pulled back, chuckling at her words. Gabriella let out a squeal of laughter when her father scooped her up in his arms and attacked her in tickles.

Miguel was watching footage of another version of himself happy with his family. With you.

But now he had neither of those.

Miguel could swear he felt the ghost of your arms going around his form to embrace him like you always did when he was tired of all the missions. How you'd be the solace he could return to.

He closed his eyes, regretting the way the things had unraveled themselves. He wanted to tell you the truth, hating that he had to hide it from you.

He knew you'd react this way, he knew you'd hate him for it. But maybe, just maybe, if he had explained himself in a better manner, he could've still had you by his side.

Grunting, Miguel punched one of the screens nearby, shoulders rising and falling as he held all the rising emotions within him.

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