18 hours of labor and your baby girl is finally here. Your first baby, a baby you’ve both been wanting for so long. Miguel cried the first moment her cries filled the hospital room, your face in his hands as he hummed in your ear how proud he is of you and how much he loves you. Kissing your cheeks and assuring you that she’s just perfect. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. The hardest thing Miguel’s ever watched someone do. And he’s just in awe of you.
You know you should be sleeping now. It’s 3am and the baby is fast asleep in her bassinet. But after such trauma you just need your husband. Standing in the middle of the room, your head on his chest, your arms around each other and slowly swaying side to side. To no beat in particular, just the thumping in your hearts which seem to have doubled in size since your girl was brought into the world.
“She’s so tiny…” Your husband whispers. And you lift your head off his chest to see him watching your baby as she sleeps. Your cheek presses to his, leaning your heads on each other as you both gaze towards the bassinet, your little bundle sleeping peacefully within. Swaying gently, slowly.
“She didn’t feel tiny…” You hum softly, smiling and sighing. His arms tighten around you slightly, a silent promise of protection from any further pain.
“You’re so strong, baby…” He whispers, turning to look at you. Purified awe and affection in his dark eyes. You smile. “You did so well even when things got hard… and I really admire you for that.” Here is your husband, pure power and strength personified. “Much stronger than me…” He whispers with a smile.
“Thank you.” You say genuinely, feeling a swell of confidence and pride. His heartfelt words are not lost at this moment. He smiles, leaning in, kissing you softly, his partner, his love… allowing him the gift of fatherhood.
“Thank you for loving me…” You sigh, fingers curling into his shirt on his back. His love is so unconditional, you sometimes feel undeserving. A small chuckle vibrates in his chest. “Baby… loving you is easy…”
You loved your man unconditionally, that was a fact. But it was also a fact that he was a workaholic, and this bothered you like no other. He tried to be better about it since being with you, but the habit of staying for longer hours still persists.
You couldn’t complain all too much, though, since he did make some progress; how else would he have softened up a bit if not to come home to you earlier some days to eat you out your cooking?
Anyways, one time, it was late, he was home, but he was still in that goddamn study of his, and you were waiting impatiently in the bedroom for him.
“Baby…” you call out from the warm, fluffy sheets, “come to bed, please.” you plea, but alas, you’re response is a low, “casi terminado, beba.”
Typical.
You don’t know if it’s because of built up sexual frustration, your ovulation week, or both, but you get up from the bed and march yourself toward his study.
“Hey, mister, remember me? The love of your life?” You say almost jokingly, but you’re kind of serious at this point. You stand at the door, arms crossed.
Miguel looks up at you from his computer, and you can tell he’s tired. He’s already in his usual sleeping attire: nothing but basketball shorts, which doesn’t help the situation at all. The waistband hugs tightly around his pudge, displaying his delicious happy trail.
“M’sorry, mama, I’ll be there soon, m’kay? Almost done, promise.” But you’re not even completely listening because of how inviting his thick, muscular thighs look right about now. An idea pops into your head…
“That’s what you always say…” you walk into the study, catching Miguel’s attention once again when you stand next to him. You give his bicep a tap, a non-verbal request for him to scoot the seat back and turn to you, to which he obliged. He sees you pouting, which saddens him of course, he hates seeing his baby upset. He never does this to hurt or neglect you.
“Mamita, Que te pasa? Hm?” He coos while you sit on his lap, straddling and cuddling him as your smaller-in-comparison figure wraps around his taller, huskier build. You swear if you weren’t so horny, you’d be able to fall asleep right there against his soft, plushy, warm skin. Miguel embraces you back, pressing your front against his soft stomach and hard chest. He has a hand on your hip, the other on your lower back.
“Nothing, I just miss you…” you softly breathe against the skin of his neck, placing soft kisses there, “I miss my cuddle bear,” you speak between those kisses. You know your act is working when you feel a certain tent forming beneath you, your lips curling against his jawline.
Miguel kisses you back, his slow kisses planted along your shoulder, “I know, mama, I know,” he continues to plant apologetic pecks up your shoulder and up your neck, only riling you up even more, “I miss you, too, beba. ” he coos, pressing a kiss on your head as his gaze remains on his laptop. One of his hands continues to rub your back while the other travels from your hip to proceed typing on the laptop.
Miguel then hears you speak against the skin of his bare shoulder. It’s muffled, but he can make out a weak, “I need you.”
The typing stops.
“Perdon, mamita, what was that?” You let out a soft grunt, your hips fidgeting on top of his lap. Your heat rubbing against his bulge and lower belly gradually stealing his focus from his work. “You heard me, stop acting coyyy.” You shy away from the question with more kisses on his shoulder and neck but he persists, “dimelo, mama, que necesitas?”
His lips curl as you begin mewling quietly against his neck, your hips digging harder against his lap. “C’mon, baby, use your words.” His smirk widens when he hears a certain whimper; one he’s grown familiar with and knew what it meant.
Your breathiness tickles his ear in the most delectable way, letting out a measly, “I want — Mm…” You’re surprised to hear the typing begin again, thinking you were finally starting to take 100% of his attention.
“Whatchu want, hm? I’ll give it to you, just say it.” He gently pleads, the softness of his voice the greatest comfort in the world. He makes you feel so safe.
“Mm— I… I need you… Ungh— M’need you in me, Mig, pleaseeee.”
“You want what? Be specific, mamita, you can do it.” You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes, “Baby, you know what I’m talking about, stop being like that.”
“No, no, tell me, I wanna hear it from you. Love it when you say it… need to hear you say it…” he whispers.
You never were good at being vocal, but Miguel has changed that since being with him. The man needs to hear your sweet voice, it being absolute music to his ears. You were at your limit, so for this time, you put aside your timidity and grant him his wish.
“I want this fat cock, baby… so bad.”
You couldn’t stop whimpering due to his massive length stretching you out. You’d think you would have adapted to size by now, but given he has you sitting still on his lap, no room to maneuver, it figures.
“Mamita, stop moving, I’m almost done with this, I promise.” You know he’s having just as much of a hard time sitting still from how gravel his voice has become. Since making you cockwarm him, he’s barely accomplished any work on his computer, about to call it quits and just take you to bed to finish off what you started.
“You said that fifteen minutes agoooo.” You groan, your hips fighting against his hand, which holds you tight in position.
He quiets you with a kiss to the temple, “shh, beba, I’m giving you what you— mmfuck— what you wanted…” The way your cunt greedily sucks him in makes his mind foggy and his cock twitch inside you a number of times. In an effort to hush your noises of desperation, he leans back into his chair so that his face meets yours, practically eating your tongue in an open mouthed kiss. Amidst the heated kiss, he can feel a certain something taut against his belly. He makes the mistake of looking down when pulling away, seeing how his throbbing dick makes a faint bulge in your stomach. With this, your pussy constantly squeezing him, and your soft whimpers, there’s no way he’ll finish any work.
“Coño, you win.”
So he slams his computer, picks you up, basically runs toward the bed and throws you onto it so that he could rail you until you spoke fluent gibberish!
When he finally came home, the whole house was dark except for the last candle which was ready to lose its light soon. He deeply sighed at the look of a fully prepared dinner table with food that you had been preparing probably the whole day. Miguel told you not to cook, and that he would take you somewhere for a nice dinner, but you probably knew that he would not be able to make his promise come true. He leaned down to blow the candle when he spotted his favorite dessert that you have made just for him, untouched. It was your birthday and you made HIS favorite meals? With a head full of disappointment himself, he went upstairs ready to apologize at least a thousand times.
Miguel was trying so hard to come back to you every day at a reasonable time. But today was different. Of course, the biggest emergency came not last month, not last week, or yesterday. It had to happen today. All he could think about the whole time was you, the reservation he had in your favorite restaurant, the flowers he was not able to pick up, and the small red box that was hidden in his pocket.
He could vividly imagine how you cooked dinner. Speakers playing your favorite music and having fun dancing in the kitchen. You were always so excited to see his face brighten every time he took a bite of your food. He praised you for taking such good care of him, he thanked you for loving him. Everyday. And he could not come home for your birthday at the promised time?
Miguel stopped in the middle of your shared bedroom to realize that the bed was empty. His heart started racing and his head was filled with the worst scenarios. What if you had enough and you left? He panicked. He ran downstairs to check if your handbag was still there. You would not leave without it. His heart filled with a small wave of relief when he spotted the bag at its usual place. He quickly grabbed it to check if your wallet was there. Frantically going through your belongings in your bag he accidentally spilled half of your stuff on the floor.
"Miguel?" An almost silent voice interrupted his search party.
"MY LOVE!" He jumped to the couch where you fell asleep while waiting for him for hours.
Miguel hugged you so tightly that he almost broke your ribs.
"Uh, that… hurts...." You tried to escape his embrace.
"I am so sorry. Really sorry. Can you forgive me?"
"That's ok. You are always a little rough if you don't control yourself." You smiled as you stood up wrapped in a blanket and slowly headed to your master bedroom.
"I meant to ruin your day. I will make it up for you."
You stopped. "I know. But I would prefer if there would be nothing to fix. I don't know if I like this."
His heart stopped. He just stood there in the middle of the living room watching you trying to leave the room in the dark.
"Ouch!" You moaned as you stumbled on the furniture in your way.
"Let me." Miguel picked you up into his arms ignoring your objections.
After carefully placing you on the bed he turned on a small lamp on the nightstand and his breath got stuck in his lungs.
Emerging from the dark, your eyes were staring at him with a glow that he had never seen before. Why are you so beautiful? Your messy hair, big sleepy eyes, and face that was made for caressing.
A sudden urge moved him closer to you as he leaned to taste your lips begging to be kissed.
But you turned your head away from him.
You could have stabbed him right into the heart and he would feel the same pain as he did at the sight of you pulling yourself away.
"Y/N?" His voice filled with longing for your closeness.
Without a word you stood up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. All he could hear was his aching heart beating in the tight chest and water filling the bathtub.
Miguel wanted to leave you space, not pushing on you, but he could not help himself. Your love and your relationship was built on the constant physical closeness. There was not a minute when he was not holding your hand, hugging you or at least caressing your face. Seeing you pulling away was something he never experienced and it was driving him crazy.
After not getting any answer he lightly knocked on the bathroom door, and Miguel went straight in.
"Can I take a bath in peace, please?" You said almost fully submerged in the warm water.
"Anything you want, my sun." Miguel smiled as he sat down by the bathtub. I just want to be close to you.
"That is a surprise." You murmured.
"It was not my fault." He sighed. "You know that…"
"I know what?" You looked him straight in the eyes. "That I will spend my whole life waiting for you, hoping that you will come back to me in one piece?"
"You know that you are my main priority!"
"The only thing I know is that I am tired of being scared to death when you do not come home at an acceptable time. I am not mad at you for being late. What is one day in comparison to the whole lifetime spent together? But I do not know if I can handle spending my nights shaking because of how anxious I am because of you."
A single small and warm tear rolled down your face. Miguel tried to wipe it, but you pushed his hand away.
"I would much rather leave you while you are still alive, not knowing if something happened to you after."
"Do not say that." He frowned with eyes filled with pain.
"I think I should pack my stuff tomorrow morning…"
"DO NOT SAY THAT!" Miguel jumped up, staring at you from the height. "You do not mean that."
"I do mean that."
"You do not love me anymore?!"
"I do! And that is the problem! I am scared to death to see you forever gone!"
Before you can say anything else, he grabbed your underarms and pulled you from the bathtub just to painfully hug you. His clothes stuck to your bare skin, soaking wet.
"I am not going anywhere." Miguel whispered into your hair while his hand was protectively holding your head.
"I can not do this. I can´t."
"Do you love me?" He asked after he freed you from his embrace. "Tell me the truth."
"I have already said it." You mumbled trying to reach a towel behind him.
"So say it again." Miguel begged.
"I love you more than anything. There is nothing, no one that I could love more."
"Then let me show you how much I care for you, how much I love you. I would sacrifice the whole world just to keep you safe."
"I am not the one that needs to be kept safe." You said straight into his face as you tried to leave the bathroom.
But he stood there, in front of the door staring at the floor.
"Can you please let me go? You are scaring me." You begged.
"I would never…" He mumbled as he let you go. "Y/N! I would never hurt you. You know that."
"I know, but I think that things are getting out of hand…"
You sat down on the bed, wrapped in the towel that you took as he was staring at you while still standing at the door.
"…I can spend the night at my sister's place and we can talk in the morning." You said while trying to remember if your sister was home from the trip she left for a week ago.
"I-I do not know what to say." Miguel almost whispered with shoulders trembling under the weight of the situation.
He was never scared to fight. Anyone or anything. He never cared, because he knew he would be the winning one. But with you, he was vulnerable. Nothing could hurt him more than life without you and your love.
"You have opened the gates of heaven to me and now you want to lock me out." He said as he sat down to your legs, placing his head into your lap, hugging your hips. "I know that you did not sign up for this, but you know that there will not be a day when I would not fight for my life just to come back to you. No matter what it takes, I swear to protect you… And myself, so we can keep building the life that you deserve. A life that you will hopefully want to spend with me. And one day with our children too." He mumbled into your belly after he placed a kiss on it.
"I'm just scared. I do not want to see you to…"
"I know, I know!"
Miguel took your face into his hands and kissed you deeply while caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, slowly pushing you to the top of the bed so you could rest your head on the pillow.
"I am here. I am with you. I am home." He whispered after he kissed every single inch of your body on the way to your lips. "Let me love you. Let me be with you. Be with me." He kept going, interrupted only by kissing you everywhere he reached.
When you finally responded to his affection, he took a deep breath like when you touched him for the first time. He always loved your touch, but tonight, he felt like a dry earth finally getting long-awaited rain.
"Miguel?" You mumbled, lost under him.
"Yes, my sun?" He looked into your eyes, lost in the need of you and your love.
"I need you to hold me in your arms. The whole night. Promise?" You begged.
"I promise I will hold you, love you, and protect you as long my heart is beating." Miguel said as he kissed your chest on the place where your heart was hiding.
Drunk from his scent on your skin and his lips on yours, you completely forgot about your plans. But he did not forget about his. About the little red box prepared for the right moment.
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