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“Are you hungry, preciosa?”

You looked away from the TV to face Miguel as he walked into the bedroom.

“Kinda. I feel so bloated though, I don’t wanna eat.”

Miguel pouted and sat down beside you on the bed, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your tummy. Your womb was empty now, your pride and joy asleep in his crib in the nursery, but that did not mean that Miguel was going to stop caressing the bump. You had carried his child. You had grown an entire new life within yourself. A whole human had been created in your tummy, and Miguel still believed that you were the most marvelous thing because of it.

You were now going on four days postpartum and though your tummy had gone down some, there was still the slight look of it remaining as your uterus tried returning to its normal size. With a kiss to your cheek, Miguel stood back up from the bed and held his hands out to you.

“Come on. Let’s go get you something simple to eat. You gotta walk around.”

Your grumble was pronounced but you slipped your hands into Miguel’s anyways, letting him help you stand. It was rough, but you managed with his help, now standing on your own two feet. You walked with him, your hand wrapped around his forearm as he led you to the door of the bedroom.

“Wait. Let me check my hair real quick.”

Miguel chuckled but agreed, walking with you over to the large mirror that sat atop the dresser. He watched as you manipulated a couple of strands, tucking them back into where they belonged. It was not until then with you looking in the mirror that you noticed the small stain of spit up that was dried on your nightgown.

“Ugh.”

Miguel smiled and disappeared into the room, coming back seconds later with a new gown for you.

“Here, querida.”

He helped you strip the dirty one from your body gently, tossing it into the hamper before helping you get into the clean one. With you now dressed once again, he smiled and took your face in his hands, his brown eyes swimming with love and adoration.

“Have I told you just how perfect and amazing you are today?”

“Twice, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

You both shared a chuckle, before settling down.

“You’re the most amazing human being I know. You take care of me, you look after me, you keep me in check. You take on my life in stride when most people would have run for the hills. And now to top it off, you have given me the absolute best gift I have ever received. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I want to make sure you know that. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, baby vomit and all.”

The twinkle in your eye was one that warmed Miguel to his core. Leaving one more kiss to your lips he took your hands once again and walked with you.

Once in the kitchen, he looked around trying to find something light but nutritious enough for you to eat.

“Do you want me to have the chef make something for you? Or have one of the guards go get you something?”

Shaking your head, you looked around the kitchen yourself, eyes stopping on the bananas.

“I want a banana.”

“Banana it is.”

He ripped one from the bunch and then peeled it for you, handing it over. You took it from his hand and your tummy growled in anticipation. Raising it up to your mouth, it was touching your lip when your son’s cries came over the baby monitor that was sitting on the kitchen counter. You sighed and pulled the banana away, but Miguel shook his head, pushing it back to your mouth.

“Eat. I’ll go get him.”

You heeded him and began to eat your banana in peace, enjoying the sweet softness of the fruit that was not too hard on your stomach. Soon Miguel was back with your child in his arms, no longer crying as he grasped onto his father’s finger tightly.

“You hungry too, mijo?”

Miguel was getting a baby bottle of your milk from the fridge and putting it on the expensive rapid warmer then, rocking and cooing at the bundle of joy as he waited. You watched with overwhelming love as you continued eating your banana, tired yet happier than you had ever been.

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Bishop sighed as he walked into the house, kicking off his boots at the door. He looked around, the lights off as well as the tv. It was strange. It was only three in the afternoon on a Saturday and he was home earlier than he had anticipated. Your car was in the driveway, so he knew you were home, but where was the question. You could be taking a nap, but you would not have turned off all the lights for that. With furrowed brows and a small prick of worry in his tummy, he ventured through the home, looking around for you. His sigh of relief was soft as he found you in the backyard, staring up at something in the sky with a smile. He looked up himself but didn’t see anything. He watched you as you continued to stare until you brought a small bottle back up in front of you, stabbing the stick into it a few times before you pulled it back out, a smile coming to Bishop’s own face as he finally realized what it was that you were doing.

You blew softly on the wand, watching as you blew slowly and steadily. A large bubble formed before it broke off and fluttered around the backyard, a childlike look of innocence as you watched it rise and rise before popping. The bubble popped and Bishop chuckled softly as you flinched, the water leaving small specks on your face as it vanished. You were blowing more then, quickly so that countless small bubbles flew out of the wand, swinging around in excitement as you watched them.

On the final spin, your eyes caught him watching you from still inside the house and you motioned for him to come outside. Joining you, he grinned as you threw your arms around his neck, kissing his lips a dozen times.

“Welcome home, Bish.”

The President smiled and left his own kiss to the very tip of your nose.

“Thank you querida. Blowing bubbles?”

You nodded excitedly and the reached for the bottle, showing it to him.

“I got it today. I was at the dollar store and I saw them, and I just wanted to get them. I haven’t blow bubbles since I was a little kid and it was a nice day out, so I just figured,”

Your shrug was carefree as you looked at him.

“Why not. Blow some.”

Bishop laughed but shook his head and handed you back the bottle.

“That’s alright, mama. You do it. Have fun.”

“I am having fun. I wanted you to have fun with me. Come on. When was the last time you blew bubbles?”

That was a good question and Bishop tried to recall the last time.

“It’s been decades.”

You held your hands up to demonstrate that that was the exact point you were trying to make.

“Come on, just blow a few. Please.”

You were not really pleading, no puppy eyes or pushed out bottom lip, but that did not matter. Any pleading from you would always melt Bishop into giving you whatever it was that you wanted him to do. Pulling the bottle back, he removed the wand and then lifted it, blowing his own bubbles as you watched them rise and bob around. Your smile warmed Bishop’s heart and he picked up the pace then, blowing more and more as you reached up to pop them. You were grinning and laughing with a childlike innocence so endearing that Bishop would stay out there for as long as you wanted him to if it would keep making you happy.

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There was silence then as both you and Miguel gazed out of the large cabin window, watching as the snowflakes fell. It was not heavy snow, but just enough to make it look like something out of a fairytale. The ground outside was covered in snow as were the mountains ahead, stretching on for as far as your eyes could see. You were not too far away from home, only in the mountains a couple of states up, but the sight was so different from California, it looked like you were in a different country all together. The crisp white snow capping the mountains and creating a fluffy layer on the ground. Outside the cabin it was frigid but inside, it was one of the coziest places you had ever been. The smooth walls looked warm on their own with the tawny color of the cedar wood. A large fluffy rug in the living room with the most comfortable chairs you had ever sat in.

There were windows everywhere, giving you a gorgeous view of the snow and mountains no matter where in the cabin you went. The kitchen was to die for, but your favorite spot so far had been in the upstairs den. It was a relatively small room with a fireplace and a corner constructed right by the large crystal-clear window made just for reading. There was even a small selection of books there already, but you had brought your own.

After a hellish week of DEA raids and endless questioning, Miguel had decided that you were both going to take a vacation. No Dita, no Marcus. Just you and him, with a few of his best guards. They stayed away though and you felt like you and Miguel truly were there alone. It was an unfamiliar yet welcomed feeling.

“Like the view, princesa?”

You smiled as Miguel inquired, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he came up behind you. He rested his cheek against the side of your head, smiling himself as you nodded.

“It’s gorgeous, Miguel.”

The kiss he pressed to your shoulder was softer than the snow and you turned in his arms, wrapping your own around him.

“I think I’m gonna go read.”

Miguel kissed your lips then, slow and passionate before pulling away and nodding.

“Oh, mi vida. Let’s go then.”

You were walking away from the window with your husband then, hand in hand as you made your way upstairs to sit in your prospective chairs. Miguel had chosen the grey one as his and had given you the beige one. Sitting down and settling into the chairs, you both leaned back and grabbed your books, reading in silent peace. Your legs were crossed over to lay on the side of Miguel’s arm rest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing over the tops of your feet as he continued to read his own book, the snow still falling as you spoke.

“Thank you for bringing us here. I didn’t know how much I was going to enjoy this with how plain it is but it’s great.”

“I wanted to give you something different. Not the usual city lights or extravagant landmarks. I just wanted to let you relax and have time to yourself where you can be happy.”

His words held a certain romance to them that you were not sure he was even aware of. You were aware though and with a twinkle in your eyes, you reached over to hold his hand.

“I love you, Miguel.”

He grinned and left a gentle kiss to your knee before sitting back up straight.

“I love you too.”

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“You want some ice cream?”

Creeper chuckled as he watched your eyes widen, your head nodding excitedly.

“I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

Holding his hand out to you, had took yours and began walking with you. Neither of you were in a rush, simply enjoying the soft breeze that made the bright sun bearable. The fair was crowded but not overwhelmingly so. Coming had been a spur of the moment thing. Bishop had let the boys head home early and you both still had the entire afternoon to spend together. It wasn’t often that you could spend a Friday afternoon with him, and you were taking advantage. Now here you were, walking around the fair hand in hand, eyes scoping out the various kiosks for the one you were searching for. You spotted it out of the corner of your eye a few moments later, the big cone with three scoops plastered to the walls.

“There!”

Creeper followed your finger as you pointed and then nodded, shifting his course to walk over to the stand with you. There was a little bit of a line, but you didn’t mind, eyes scanning over the list of flavors they had on hand.

“I bet your ass is gonna get the same flavor you always get.”

Your eyes landed back on him before playfully narrowing.

“Don’t be worried about what flavor I’m getting. Worry about yourself.”

Creeper grinned and rolled his shoulders confidently.

“That means I’m right.”

You looked back at the list now, reading through the flavors more diligently. You were going to get something new for sure now, if only to spite him. Soon enough, you were both at the front of the line and Creep was ordering his cone before glancing at you to see what you were going to get.

“I’ll get this one please?”

You pointed at a brown ice cream that looked similar to chocolate. You didn’t even know what flavor it was exactly, but it looked good and that was enough. Creeper nodded and pushed his lips out.

“Proved me wrong.”

Your smile was proud, and it grew even bigger when the worker handed you your cone, a bright napkin wrapped around the base.

“There you go.”

“Thank you.”

Taking the cone, you started walking with Creeper again, taking a lick at your ice cream before scrunching your face.

“Ew.”

The Mayan laughed heartily at you, shaking his head.

“Don’t tell me you hate it.”

You continued to stare at the ice cream with offense, Creeper exaggeratedly sighing and handing you his cone.

“Have mine.”

You pouted, not wanting him to get stuck with a flavor he had not asked for, but he took it from you anyway, replacing it with his and continuing to walk around with you. Your smile was bashful but held love as you gazed at him.

“Thanks, Neron.”

His only response was a cold kiss to your cheek before he pointed at the large Ferris wheel a ways further.

“Once we finish these we can go get on.”

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“Look at this one!”

Riz listened and looked down at the seashell you held in your hand, some of the color still there and a small piece of what looked like blue glass embedded in the corner.

“Gorgeous, mi alma. Just like you.”

That widened your smile and you clutched the seashell in your hand carefully, leaning over to press your lips against his. He indulged you, his hands coming up to hold your jaw. The kiss was slow and soft, no rushed lust anywhere in sight. It was pure and bordered on chaste, just a show of affection and a silent declaration of love.  You both pulled away after a bit, meek smiles on your face as you stared at each other. You looked away then, looking over the horizon as the sun got closer and closer.

“Let’s sit here so we can watch it go down. Then we’ll head back to the hotel.”

You nodded in agreement and then sat down on the white sand with Riz, carefully placing your bucket of shells down next to you and placing the one in your hand on top of the pile. You were leaning into Riz then, your head on his shoulder and holding his upper arm as you both watched the sky’s colors change. Blues, pinks, purples, and oranges littered the sky in what looked like a painting. The clouds rolled and so did the wind, a slight breeze picking up.

Riz’s har blew and you could not help but smile as you gazed at him. You were not sure what was more beautiful; the view on this honeymoon or your new husband. Either way, you felt lucky to have such a hang up and returned your gaze to the ocean, watching as the waves crashed in the distance. The sun continued to set, dropping lower and lower until it was only the tiniest dot right along the line of the horizon. Then it was gone.

Riz looked over at you then, the same look of overwhelming love in his eyes that you were sure yours held too.

“Let’s get back to the hotel before the bugs start getting us.”

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“You got a lot, huh mama?”

Riz chuckled at the excited nod you gave, watching as you sifted through all the shells you had collected. He came and sat down on the floor beside you, eyes more on you than on the shells. Sure, they were nice, but you in your satin robe was nicer. The soft reflective fabric looked breathtaking on you. It moved with you easily, accentuating your shape and making you look like some kind of angelic being. It could just be influenced by the fact that you were now his wife, but he was fairly sure you just looked gorgeous. He had not realized he was staring until you moved your hand in front of his face, a playful smile on your lips.

“Hellooooo.”

“Sorry.”

“What were you thinking about that had you so spaced out?”

Riz shrugged while wearing a goofy grin.

“The fact that I got to marry you and you’ll be mine for the rest of my life.”

A flutter started in both your heart and your tummy and suddenly your collection of seashells was no longer your focus. Climbing over the pile, you settled into Riz’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

“Yeah, that is a wonderful thought isn’t it.”

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