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It was a stormy cold day in Nueva York, the sounds of the rain pattered hard against the window. Despite the frosty crisp air surrounding you, there was a big comfy heater next to you- that'll never leave. His head nuzzling into your neck, his arms were wrapped around your stomach, occasionally stopping to feel the baby's heartbeat.
You yawned, stretching your arms upward, popping your back multiple times, and straightening your legs. Rubbing your eyes you turn around to be met with Miguel, snoring quietly. You giggled, knowing that he hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, although it concerned you, you knew you'd force him back home every single time to rest, even a little.
A low groan emitted from him, instantly finding you in the bed and pushing you closer to him as he rested his head next to your neck. He started unexpectedly pecking your neck with kisses, leading up to your face as he kissed your forehead, coming back to be face-to-face with you.
He was still groggy, blinking a few times and looking straight at you, his brown eyes half-lidded. "Good morning, hermosa." You giggled at this, caressing his cheek. It was nice when he wasn't clawing to go and work, or when he wasn't stressing over another anomaly going crazy...
"Good morning Mr. Bed Hair." You smiled raising your hand that was on your baby bump on Miguel's messy brown hair, twisting it in your fingers untangling a few knots before ruffling it playfully. He rolled his eyes, touching his hair and realizing.. damn it is messed up.
Miguel shook his head laughing airly, laying on his back with his head resting on his pillow- hands behind his head. "Dios mío.." He grumbled. An idea popped into his head, shuffling underneath the covers next to your belly.
"Miguel... What're you doing, hm?" A raised eyebrow followed by a soft sickly in love smile.
"Saying good morning to our daughter." He pecked all around your baby, it tickled, making you laugh. His warmth pressing against you, you uplifted the covers to see him with his ear pressed against your baby bump, pretending to be listening to your daughter talk.
"Oh really? Mami's been feeding you junk food? Should've known, huh?" He smirked up at you, taunting you for your weird food combos.. first, it was pickles and ice cream, then hot chips and lemons.. how unmotherly! The baby kicked, as you winced- apparently, she was agreeing to Miguel.
You gasped for a slight second rolling your eyes and smirking back at him, hitting his shoulder and dropping the sheets. You heard him laugh.
"Oh shut up, O'hara."