Bruno Madrigal Snippets

More Than Just Your Gift

(Bruno's pov)

It had been a long night of preparations for the twin's gift ceremony next week. I was working on a telenovela idea I had while waiting for Y/N. My wife was in the bathroom, prepping for bed.

I heard the bedroom door open, and turned, expecting the love of my life, but instead, found the tear stained face of my son Pedro.

He silently walked towards me, his blanket in hand. I stood up and crossed the room to reach him.

I picked him up, and he started crying into my shoulder as I held him close.

I had no idea what to do. Y/N is ordinarily the one to handle crying people, but she isn't in here.

"Did you have a bad dream mi tesoro(my treasure)?" I asked. He nodded before looking up, sad green eyes meeting mine.

"Will you and Mama still love me next week?" He asked, and I suddenly understood his fears.

"We will always love you. Your gift won't change that, no matter what you get. Is that what your dream was about?" He nodded again.

(Your pov)

I was finally relaxed enough to go to sleep so I silently made my way to the bedroom, in case my husband was asleep.

Instead of a sleeping Bruno, I walked into such a heartwarming scene.

When we found out that I was pregnant with our children, Bruno was such a nervous wreck. He was so nervous that he would be a bad Papa, and that our children would hate him.

I told him that our babies were so lucky to have him as a father, and that they would love him.

It's moments like this that proves just how right I was in Bruno's ability at being a father.

He was encouraging our little boy who was nervous about his birthday next week.

Pedro was telling him about dreaming of receiving a series of gifts that caused so many problems that led to him being hated by everyone.

One was earth powers that he couldn't control, and ended up destroying half of the town. This caused the villagers to hate him. Another gift was causing pain which almost killed me in his dream. That made him hide away from everyone, so he couldn't accidentally kill anyone.

He had a third dream where his fire powers caused us to fear him and kick him out of the Encanto.

While it saddened me that he was having such dreams, I smiled as I watched my husband cuddle our son close. I listened as he promised our precious boy that our love was unconditional.

I walked in closer to my boys as Pedro fell asleep in his Papa's sturdy arms, a gentle smile on my husbands face as he embraced our son.

Bruno stood up and gave me a tender smile as he walked out of the bedroom. I followed him and held the doors open from him as we made our way to the nursery our son was now sharing with only his twin sister, Reyna.

I watched as he tucked the four year old into his bed. He stood up again, smiling gently and I walked up to him. My arms wrapped around him and I placed my head on his shoulder.

He laid his hands on mine as we regarded our son for a moment left him to his sleep. We turned to check on our daughter, sleeping peacefully after a long day of adventuring.

We walked, hand in hand back to the tower. Once we made it to the bedroom, I pulled him close and kissed his softly. His hands found their way in my hair as he deepened the kiss.

Once we pulled apart, I cupped Bruno's cheek and bestowed him a beaming smile.

"I told you that you'd make a great Papa." His face lit up at the praise, his eyes a bit watery.

"I thought I was the seer here. How did you know?"

"You are a natural husband Carino and a wonderful uncle. So why wouldn't you be an amazing Papa?" I replied. He pulled me closer to him as we got into bed, as he whispered his love to me.

(A week later)

Bruno and I were at the top of the stairs, next to Reyna and Pedro's new glowing doors. We were proudly watching our children walk up the aisle and up the stairs together.

Reyna went first, and we discovered that her gift was discovering things. Her door had an adult version of her in the jungle. She was depicted with a notebook in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other.

Then it was time for Pedro to receive his gift. Abuela held the candle out to him. Pedro touched the candle and then his doorknob.

The magic flared to life under his fingertips.

We turned suddenly as we heard the door to the nursery open. I was startled as three of Pedro's favorite books shot out and flew towards the five year old. All the books stopped when they landed softly in his hands.

The door got brighter for a moment before the image appeared. It was of Pedro as a young adult with books floating over his head.

"We have two new gifts!" Abuela announced to la familia and the rest of the villagers whom arrived to witness this event.

Bruno and I pulled our children into our arms, commending them on their gifts.

We held each other close as they opened their new bedroom doors.