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It was a quiet night in Miami, and the city streets were lit with a warm glow. Armando Aretas, a notorious bad boy with a heart of gold, was nestled in bed with his pregnant girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Despite his tough exterior, Armando was completely smitten with Y/N and would do anything for her and their unborn baby boy.

Y/N stirred beside him, her eyes wide open in the dim light. "Mando," she whispered, nudging him gently. "I need something."

Armando groggily opened one eye. "What is it, querida?"

"I'm craving something... unusual," she said, biting her lip.

"Anything for you, mi amor. What do you need?"

Y/N hesitated, her cravings battling for supremacy in her mind. "I want... fried pickles with peanut butter and a side of hot sauce."

Armando blinked, fully awake now. "Fried pickles with peanut butter? And hot sauce?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And don't forget the hot sauce!"

Armando chuckled, shaking his head. "You're lucky I love you, and our little boy." He swung his legs out of bed, pulling on his jeans and grabbing his keys.

The streets were eerily quiet as Armando navigated his way through the city. Most places were closed, but he knew a 24-hour diner that might have what he needed.

He pulled up to the neon-lit establishment and walked inside, the waitress behind the counter giving him a curious look.

"Can I help you?" she asked, eyeing his disheveled appearance.

"Yeah, I need some fried pickles with peanut butter and hot sauce," he said, his voice gruff but polite.

The waitress raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. "Coming right up."

As he waited, Armando couldn't help but reflect on how much his life had changed. Just a few years ago, he was living a life of danger and chaos, with no thought of settling down.

But then Y/N came into his life, turning his world upside down in the best possible way. She brought out a side of him he didn't know existed, a softer, more caring side.

"Here you go," the waitress said, handing him the takeout bag. "Good luck with that craving."

Armando laughed. "Thanks. I'll need it."

A short while later, Armando was back on the road, the odd concoction sitting in a takeout bag on the passenger seat. He returned home to find Y/N anxiously awaiting his return.

"You got it?" she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Armando handed her the bag, watching with amusement as she eagerly dug in. She dipped a fried pickle in the peanut butter, added a dollop of hot sauce, and took a big bite, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

"This is perfect," she mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Armando laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead. "Anything for you and our little boy, mi amor."

As Y/N continued to indulge in her late-night craving, Armando couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

Despite his tough exterior and the dangerous life he led, moments like these made it all worthwhile. He'd do anything for his family, even if it meant braving the night for the craziest of cravings.

The next morning, Armando woke up to the smell of pancakes. Y/N was already up, her energy surprising given her midnight snack. She stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes with a grace that made Armando smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Morning, Mando," she replied, leaning back into his embrace. "I thought I'd make us a special breakfast."

"You spoil me," he said, kissing her neck.

"Well, you did go out in the middle of the night to get me fried pickles and peanut butter," she teased.

They sat down to eat, the atmosphere warm and loving. Armando couldn't help but think about the future, about the life they were building together. He imagined teaching their son how to ride a bike, taking him to his first day of school, and all the little moments in between.

After breakfast, they decided to take a walk along the beach. The sun was just rising, casting a golden hue over the water. Armando held Y/N's hand, feeling the baby kick against his palm as they strolled.

"Do you think he'll like the beach?" Y/N asked, looking up at him.

"I think he'll love it," Armando replied. "Just like his mama."

They spent the morning talking about baby names and nursery colors, their excitement growing with each passing minute. Armando felt a deep sense of peace, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Later that day, they visited a baby store to start their registry. Y/N's eyes sparkled as she looked at tiny clothes and toys, imagining their little boy wearing and playing with them.

Armando couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and love.

"Look at this," Y/N said, holding up a onesie that read, "Daddy's Little Hero."

Armando chuckled, taking the onesie from her. "He’s going to be the most stylish baby in Miami."

As they walked through the store, they encountered other expectant parents, sharing knowing smiles and advice. It was a new community, one Armando never thought he'd be a part of, but now he couldn't imagine his life any other way.

That evening, they returned home, exhausted but happy. Y/N snuggled into Armando's side as they watched a movie, her head resting on his shoulder. He gently stroked her hair, feeling the baby kick again.

"He's going to be a strong one," Armando said softly.

"Just like his daddy," Y/N replied, her eyes filled with love.

As the credits rolled and the room grew quiet, Armando felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He had found a love that changed him, a family that completed him, and a future that excited him. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew they would face them together.

And in that moment, with Y/N in his arms and their baby on the way, Armando Aretas, the once feared bad boy, knew he had everything he ever wanted.

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