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Mirabel looked down at the blanket she just made.
The blanket was the colors of the rainbow, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, y’know, the whole nine yards.
She had wanted to put her crochet skills to the test and had decided on doing something with multiple colors, so, she thought, why not make a rainbow blanket? And thus, here she was, with a brand new blanket, and no one to give it to.
Should she keep it to herself? No, she had more than enough blankets, she didn’t need another one.
“Oh!” she exclaimed out loud. “Why don’t I give it to tío Bruno? I’m sure he’d love something like this!”
Knock knock knock
“Hey tío, I wanted to ask y- Oh! Hola tío Miguel!”
Mirabel opened Bruno’s bedroom door to see Bruno and Miguel laying on the bed together, Miguel spooning Bruno, while Bruno was reading a book.
“Oh! Hola Mira, how nice to see you!”
“Nice to see you’re making progress in learning to knock, kid,” Bruno joked, closing the book he had in his hands. “What’s up?”
“Haha, very funny,” Mirabel rummages through her bag, looking for it. “I was actually wondering if you’d like this,” she says, pulling out the blanket and showing it to her uncle.
Bruno lazily sat up, examining the fabric, while Miguel rested his head on his hand, still laying down.
“Oh wow, did you make that?” Bruno asked.
“ Sí, thank you for noticing,” Mirabel proudly smiled, fixing her glasses.
Bruno stood up and walked over to take a closer look, feeling the material in his hand. Mirabel handed the whole thing to him, wrapping himself in it.
“Hmm…,” Bruno paused in thought. “It’s very cozy…I think I’ll take it!”
“ Ay, I know you would!” Mirabel exclaimed, pulling him into one of her signature tight hugs. “I’m so happy you like it.”
“It’s no problem, kid,” Bruno gently pulled himself out of the hug. “Thank you for giving it to me, I’ll be sure to put it to good use.”
“Glad to hear! See you guys later!” she exclaimed, leaving the room and closing the door.
Bruno twirled around in the blanket, pretending it was a cape.
“Y’know what it reminds me of?” Miguel had pulled himself up and was now leaning on his elbows.
“What’s that, hon?”
“It weirdly reminds me of a flag.”
Bruno looked at the material that was over his shoulders. “I think I can see what you’re getting at.”
Miguel motioned for Bruno to come back to the bed, to which he happily obliged, jumping back onto the bed and covering both him and Miguel with the blanket.
“Do you want me to keep spooning you, querido?”
“Actually, I think I’d like to be the big spoon this time if you don’t mind.”
“Sounds like a plan!”
And so, the two slowly fell asleep, cuddled against one another, enveloped in the blanket.
Their blanket.