Thinking about heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who spent the next week rotting in bed whenever he could, curtains drawn shut and sad music playing from his phone as he scrolled through all your old photos together. Feeling exactly how he did when you two had split 9 years ago.
Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who started to reply the last 12 years over and over in his head, from the moment he sat next to you during his first college lecture to the moment he found himself in front of your front door in an attempt to ask for a second chance only to find out it’s too late form the smirk on your new boyfriend’s face. To the point of him getting distracted during everyday activities, like over serving his coffee and sitting at a greenlight until someone honked at him.
Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who starts to have trouble keeping up with his physical appearance. The same man who could get up at the asscrack of dawn to go on a run or to the gym, always clean shaved, hair always slicked back, never seen in his pjs outside his bedroom, started to walk around with a 5 o'clock shadow, starts to drop off or pick his daughter up in his sweatpants and tank top he sleeps in, eyes more sunken in then they usually are.
Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who has a silent breakdown everytime you post something while out on a date with your new boyfriend.having to grip his phone so hard to the point his knuckles turn white to stop himself from bursting into tears while Gabriella is eating dinner in the next room.
Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who had a few too many drinks while Gabri was at a sleepover, calling up first his younger brother then his best friend. Rambling about how he should have seen the signs sooner, how he should have never let you go in the first place, because now you were in the arms of another man, and considering that it’s been over 3 months it looks like he’s there to stay.
Heartbroken baby daddy!Miguel who thought he was hallucinating from drinking too much when you showed up at his place at 11:30 at night
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“I-I just, if… if I knew that I still loved-“ he interrupted himself to hiccup before continuing to speak to Peter over his phone, placing down another empty beer bottle on his living room coffee table. “I still loved her, I wouldn’t have let-let her get a new boyfriend in the first place ya know?” He slurred, hearing Peter’s response but none of the words registering. His mind calmed from the temporary haze the alcohol provided.
Knock knock.
Miguel rolled his eyes with a groan as he slowly got up from his seat on the couch. “I thought I told you I didn’t need you to come over Peter.” Miguel said as he grabbed the empty bottles and quickly placed them in the kitchen, his friend on the phone expressing his confusion as Miguel made his way to the front door with his phone between his shoulder and ear.
“Huh? I’m not at your door-“ The rest of the sentence turned into background static, not noticing Peter’s calls for him and asking if he was listening. Miguel was too busy being in shock. He blinked once, twice.
You were still there.
Bloodshot eyes, runny nose, rosey and tear stained cheeks, your shoulders shaking a bit as you hugged yourself. He didn’t even get a chance to ask what was wrong before you spoke.
“Can I come in?” You croaked, throat tense as you attempted to keep your voice from wavering.
Thinking about Jealous Baby daddy! Miguel O'Hara who seems grumpier during the next custody swap the following week. A permanent scowl etched on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest while leaning against his car. Only answer in a grumble when you asked what’s wrong, wanting to see if you’d mentioned anything about the date you went on, acting as if he didn’t know about it. You didn’t.
Jealous baby daddy!Miguel starts to probe any info about your new suiter from Gabriella whenever he can during his weeks with her, wanting to see if it was only a fing or if it had any potential to turn into something serious. Huffing when his daughter starts to tease him about it when she notices he starts to be asking about it too often, denying her claims of him “having a crush” on mommy again, him trying to defend himself to the 10 year old by saying he only wanted to make sure that the guy wasn’t a jerk.
It didn’t matter if he was the nicest man on earth though, Miguel wasn’t gonna like him either way.
Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who finally cracked and “casually” mentioned to you that Gabi has been making comments about you seeing someone as of recently during one of her games and “accidentally” forgot to mention that he’s been basically interrogating your girl about him. Purposely leaning in a bit closer as he whispered into your ear while you both sat on the metal bleachers, fighting off an oncoming smirk from his lips when he noticed your shoulders tensing up and your cheeks growing warmer even if your eyes stayed on the field.
Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who purposely starts to get more touchy. Not in an inappropriate way, but in a smaller strategic way. Letting his fingertips linger a second too long against yours when he hands you Gabriella’s school bag, his thighs brushing against yours the whole time during a soccer game. Small things that he can dismiss if you try to confront him by saying you’re being silly, but he knows that it driving you crazy.
Jealous baby daddy!Miguel who suddenly starts sending you photos of you both in college when you were both dating before you had Gabi, saying he “stumbled across it” while cleaning.
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“Okay go get ready for bed, amor.” (Sweetie.)
“Si mami!” (Yes mom!)”
As the pitter patter of Gabriella’s blue crocs make their way over to the bathroom, you got up and off the couch to tidy up the mess of Barbies off from your living room carpet floor. While putting away the skipper doll back in the toy bin, you heard your phone vibrate on the couch, quickly placing it in the bin before standing up straight and dusting your hands off to go see who texted you, expecting it to be the guy you're talking to.
To your surprise though, Miguel’s name was popping up instead, with a raised brow you go to open the message. Your face of mild confusion turns into one of a small look of nostalgia.
“Look what I found while cleaning up my computer storage.” Was the message that accompanied the photo, you and Miguel, around 19 you’d like to say, in a candid shot one of your friends took of you both, you playfully smuggling some ice cream on the side of his cheek while you both laugh.
“Mom! I’m ready!” Your daughter’s sudden call quickly took you out of your state of reminiscing, snapping you back to present time. Telling her you’d be right up as you close your phone and placed it back on the coach, but not before liking the message.
Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who had the largest smirk on his face when he watched your new boy toy and you leave the pool party, already knowing the awkward tension between you both will only escalate once you're both alone.
Baby daddy!Miguel who purposely goes out of his way to start dropping you a bagel and coffee at your place of work when it’s your weeks with gabi, saying it was on the way to work and how he remembered how you once made an offhand comment about how you never have time for breakfast before dropping off your daughter at school or at summer soccer camp before going to work.
Baby daddy!Miguel started to call you your nickname he had given you during college. First time dropping it casually during a swap, trying to garner your reaction, which was nothing more than a small laugh and a curious head tilt.
Baby daddy!Miguel who (after a few beers with Peter) finally realizes why he’s been oddly territorial over you as of recently. Before a new guy entered the picture, it was as if you two never stopped being together, sure there weren’t any kissing or hand holding, but when it was just you three, it felt like being a part of the family you were a part of pre-splitting up. You and Miguel weren’t like his parents, there was no toxicity or bad blood between you both, just two people who grew apart.
And now, he was drunk, crying on Peter’s shoulder while his friend rubbed his back to soothe him, coming to the realization that he’ll always love you. Because you’ve never given him a reason not to.
Baby daddy!Miguel who is now on your doorstep after dropping your daughter off at soccer camp. A bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back, wearing a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Taking a shaky breath before knocking, feeling as nervous as dejau hit him, catching himself in the same position 12 years ago when he first came to your dorm to ask you out.
Baby daddy!Miguel whose whole world came crashing down when the same guy from the carne asada opened the door instead of you, shirtless. With messy hair and sweatpants that we’re hanging low enough for Miguel to realize what had just transpired in your place moments ago.
Baby daddy!Miguel, whose heart shattered when you reintroduced him as your boyfriend.
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Shaky hands, a thin layer of sweat, dry mouth, if Miguel didn’t know better, he would have thought he was sick. His left hand held the boutique behind him while the other fidgeted with the small excess flap of his belt, only to place the hand in his pocket when he heard the sound of muffled steps approaching the door. Clearing his throat as the door let out a faint click sound before opening.
Miguel had to drip hard on the thorny stems so he didn’t drop them out of shock. He tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. But it seems his poker face wasn’t good enough, because the smirk your boy toy had on his face as he leaned against the door said it all. Despite being shorter than Miguel, he wasn’t acting as if he was on top of the world. Miguel blinked out of his trance when he heard your voice say a faint “who is it?” from the next room before you appeared next to him. If the sight of the man next to you wasn’t enough for Miguel, yours certainly sent him on a downwards spiral.
You were in shorts and his shirt.
“Oh Miguel! Hey, you remember Henry, my boyfriend.”
Boyfriend?
“Yeah.” He mumbled with a head nod, to which Henry returned as he crossed his arms.
Fuck.
“Um-sorry, Gabriella said she forgot her soccer shoes.” Miguel managed to say after clearing his throat, not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore then he probably already had.
Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel that started to invite you over to do activities more often during his weeks with Gabriella, saying it would be good to show your daughter that you both still had a good relationship with each other. Which struck you as odd since you two genuinely have always gotten along anyways but you decided to ignore it and brush it off.
Baby Daddy!Miguel who invites you over to his place on a hot summer day, saying that he’s having a pool party with a bunch of your friends. Insisting you bring the guy you’ve been talking to so he can finally meet him and totally doesn’t want him there to prove to him that he’s not worth your time.
Baby Daddy! Miguel who can’t keep his eyes off you when you come out to the backyard after having changed into his favorite a bikini, asking Mj to help you apply sunscreen on your back. Wishing it was his hands rubbing it into your skin instead.
Baby Daddy!Miguel who rolled his eyes when your not-boyfriend-but-more-then-a-talking-stage guy finally arrived over three hours late with the wrong type of beer, seeing him come in with a pack of Bud Light when Miguel was strictly a Modelo man. “Accidentally” squeezing his hand a bit too tight when he shakes it.
Baby Daddy!Miguel who made sure to keep telling stories about you two from your time together, not sparing any details as he and all the guys/dads gathered around the grill while Miguel turned over the carne asada y Pollo asado he was grilling. Not even caring about the looks your new boy toy would throw at him. His best friend Peter and his brother Gabriel both shooting each other a knowing look.
Baby Daddy!Miguel who took the aux from Peter and switched the music over to his spanish playlist, totally not on purpose starting off with the song Que Malo from Bad Bunny, then immediately after the playlist start to play Eres Mía from Romeo Santos, you didn’t even have time to think about the song choices before Miguel dragged you over to dance per your daughter’s request.
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“I’m sorry Peter, but if I have to hear you play it wasn’t me from shaggy again, I’ll lose it.” Miguel exasperated as he unplugged his friend's phone mid song, earning a protest from his Peter, but Miguel just shook his head as he plugged his own phone. “You’ve played that song at every function since we were 18.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small squeal of excitement as Bad Bunny took over the backyard. Singing along to the song as pass around another round of drinks to the guys as they grill, completely oblivious to the subliminal message that Miguel was sending you as you recited Ñengo Flows part. A new modelo in each one of the guys that surrounded the grill (well except your talking stage, he had a Bud light), it seems that your new little friend didn’t seem to understand any Spanish, the message of the song completely flying over his head as he nodded along to the beat mindless.
Once the song ended, the new one played, Eres Mía, your brows scrunched a bit at the sudden genre changing. You were in the middle of crossing the grass lane to where Miguel’s phone was sitting next to the speaker to change it, when you suddenly felt the small fingers of your daughter’s hand dragging you back.
“Mami! Ma! Baile con Papi! I love it when you two dance to these songs.” She begged, you usually wouldn’t mind doing so when she asked you too, but since the guy you were talking to was here, it would feel awkward if he watched you dance something as intimate as bachata with your ex. (Mommy ! Mom! Dance with dad!)
“I-I don’t know Gabi-“ You started, once you finally stopped in front of Miguel, your face filled with a bit of confusion on what to do. Miguel noticed and waved his hand as if reassuring you it’s no big deal.
“He won’t care, right bud?” He said as he nodded towards your guest, but before he could say an answer Miguel’s hands were already wrapped around the small of your back, as he started to guide you through the dance.
You just decided to go along with it, it’s not a big deal right? It’s only one dance.
There was a pause after your sentence as you waited for his reply, a pout forming once you didn’t get one.
“I’m hungry.” This time, you hear a creak before the bedside lamp clicks on, making you wince a little at the light.
“You’re hungry ?” Miguel asked, his voice groggy from sleep,you couldn’t help but watch him run his hair through his disheveled hair. Almost too distracted from the sight that was your boyfriend to confirm your hunger.
“Mhm…” Stupid pregnancy hormones.
“Wha..what were you wanting?” Miguel murmured as he tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. “That donut shop a block down is twenty four hours I can run and grab you something.”
“Oh I don’t know…” You faux indecisiveness as too not seem too eager. “Maybe a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a bag of those mini donut holes and a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese.” you listed the order with a smile, making your boyfriend take in a sharp exhale through his nose as he moved off the bed to throw on some sweats and a hoodie. Not one bit phased by the specifications since he knew that your growing boy/girl was very particular.
“You sure you wanna do the donut holes and the bagel? All the sugar is going to make your morning sickness worse.” If his brain was even just a tad more awake, he would have known to not question the fact you wanted both. But the way your eyes shifted to a light glare made him quickly remember what his father told him after he told him that he got his girlfriend knocked up.
Never question a pregnant woman, especially when she’s hungry.
“Erm-the sugar or the glaze donut holes?” And with that question it was as if the first one didn’t exist.
“Ooh, um…. Sugar-but not the white power sugar ones.”
“Yes ma’am. Anything else?” He glanced over his shoulder to see you shaking your head as he slid his crocs on, making him nod in return.
“Alright I’ll be back in a bit, don’t miss me too much.” He muttered before placing a small kiss on your forehead, stuffing his keys in his pocket as you replied with a meek ‘I’ll try.’
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“Hey! O’Hara!” One the overnighters at the donut shop workers immediately recognized the younger man as soon as he walked into the empty donut shop, coming out once he heard the bell. From all the coffee runs during late night study sessions and now the random cravings for bagels you always get, how could he not? “How’s the girlfriend?”
“Hungry.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he began to relay your order, ordering himself a hot chocolate as well. “But other than that, good… the baby’s healthy, she’s healthy, no more morning sickness, least not any when she’s not eating donuts at 3am-“ that made the worker chuckle-“… going good.” He added as the worker bagged the food, a small smile creeping on his face.
“Do you know the gender yet?” Miguel shook his head at the question, getting his wallet out to pay.
“No, we’ll probably find out in a week or two, at least that’s what the doctor was saying.” He replied as he pulled out the 30.42 that read on the machine.
“That’s good, I’m happy for you man. I threw in one of those heart donuts we’re having for valentines by the way, on the house.”
“Thanks man.” Miguel nodded as he grabbed the bag and the tray of hot chocolates, and made his way back out of the bakery, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with you again.
Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who you aren’t dating anymore despite being college sweethearts, but is still around for the baby, since his little Gabriella is his whole world and deserves having both you and him as parents despite your relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend no longer existing.
Baby daddy!Miguel who you do custody swaps with every week so you both get time with your daughter, giving each other updates on what the other missed, her next soccer game, which homework assignments she needs help with, her next doctors appointments, which friends birthday party is coming up and how Gabri still need to go pick up a gift for them.
Baby daddy!Miguel who always gets overally excited during one of Gabriella’s soccer games, always cursing the ref in Spanish when he red cards your daughter, and you’ve noticed that she makes the same faces as her father when she’s frustrated by the other team. You both always save each other's seats depending on who gets there first, and who has Gabriella that week. Gabriella always begs for you three to go out “just for pizza” after the game to celebrate, that ends up just turning into a whole family outing day, where you end up going to the mall or la pulga (flea market) afterwards.
Baby daddy!Miguel who says he doesn’t care if you start seeing anyone else as long as you make sure that Gabri is your number one priority.
Baby Daddy! Miguel who has Gabriella this week, making a comment about how you seemed to oddly be rushing custody swap this week to Gabriella while she colors in the kitchen, a random episode El chavo playing in the background that she was watching beforehand when she casually drops the bomb that you had a date tonight.
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“What was up with your mom today? Was she running late to watch the new episode of a show or something.” Miguel joked as he checked on the black beans he was making, glancing over to his 10 year old.
“She said he was gonna go hang out with someone.” She answered, going to switch from purple to blue as she looked at her half finished unicorn.
“Oh yeah? Who? That one friend from her work, what’s her name? Jamie?”
“Her name is Jenny.” His daughter deadpan, she got the sassy from you. “And no, she said some… guy that she met from work.” She added nonchalantly, almost causing Miguel to drop the las he was holding onto the title floor of his kitchen.
A/N: this is basically how Miguel and reader met :3
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Miguel had always been told from his elders that college was going to be a fresh start. A new school, a new roommate, new possible friends, new opportunities, a new path to his future. He had been preparing and planning how his freshmen year would go the second he finished walking the stage at his high school.
So far, things were going to plan, he made it to his first set of classes early to get a good set, although not in the front due to his height (he didn’t want to be an ass to the people behind him), was about to get up early in the morning to go to the gym, his relationship with his roommate Peter was even going well. Although he was a bit more of an extrovert then himself, they still got along fairly fine. So far everything has worked out for him.
His third day of classes was going just like the first two did, waking up around eight a.m, working out till ten, getting a protein shake and some breakfast, then be at his first class by twelve. To his surprise though, the lecture hall was already almost filled despite him being ten minutes early. Making sure to take a mental note to try arriving a bit early as he took one of the few lingering seats in the back row between a girl and another guy.
The girl next to him shot him a quick smile when she saw him sitting in the empty seat to her right, one to which he returned before going to quietly set up his laptop for note taking. She was quite pretty, her hair clipped up into a ponytail, long-sleeve cream top and some flared leggings, a black backpack hanging off her chair and a metal water bottle covered in stickers next to her laptop, also covered in stickers. But despite her warm and welcoming presence, Miguel decided to pay her no mind as he idly waited for class to start.
After another few minutes, the professor finally began. Droning on mostly about the course expectations and grade requirements, before he starts his actual lesson. The room was mostly quiet except the professor and the occasional murmur from other students talking between one another about the subject. Miguel was so sucked into the lecture, he barely noticed the quiet tapping of a finger on his desk.
“Hey. Excuse me.” The quiet whisper pulled him back to present time, turning to the source of the voice, the pretty girl who’s sitting next to him. “Hey sorry, I didn’t pick up the last thing he said, it’s kinda hard to hear him from up here. Can I…” you trailed off, pointing towards his laptop. Usually, Miguel would scoff at the implication of someone asking him to take a glance at his notes, telling them to ask someone else or maybe pay better attention. But for the pretty girl in his statistics class…
“Yeah here.” He whispered back, turning his laptop to his side so she could see better, giving her a moment to write it down before turning it back to its original spot.
“Thanks.”
“Course.”
That’s were the conversation should have ended, he should have left that be and just focused back on the last twenty minutes of class before walking out to his next one. Leaving this be a passing moment, a barely acquaintance that he’d nodded at when you’d cross paths in the courtyard until he simply didn’t anymore. Instead though.
“I like your water bottle.”
“Hmm?”
“I like your water bottle. It’s cute.”
“Oh.” God that sweet, sweet smile, made his heart melt a bit. “Thank you, I was hoping it doesn’t come across as childish or anything.”
“Oh no it’s fun, I just have one of those plastic Gatorade ones.”
He didn’t even notice that he ended up making conversation till the lesson was over, finally realizing when he saw the guy to his right get up.
“Guess class is over, huh?”
“Oh-yeah, looks like it is.”
Miguel set his laptop back in his bag, and got up, waiting till you did the same before walking out of the lecture hall.
“Thanks again for letting me glance at your notes.”
“Of course, if you ever need help with notes, just let me know.”
“Yeah totally, I’ll try to catch you after class or something if we don’t sit next to each other next time.” Oh, he was definitely planning on sitting next to you next time. But he wasn’t going to admit that, instead he shook his head and waved his hand to play it cool.
“No, that's too much of a hassle, let me give you my number, so you can just shoot me a text.” Wait till his younger brother found out he already gave a girl his number during his third day of class.
You both took a second to exchange numbers, Miguel was about to create the contact when he realized he never got your name.
“I’m sorry , I don’t think I ever actually introduced myself. I’m Miguel.” He said as he stuck his hand out towards you.
“I’m (Y/N).” Pretty name for a pretty girl. You quickly took his hand in yours, shaking it before putting it back to your side.
“Well I hope to see you around, (Y/N).”
If only he knew his faith with the pretty girl from his statics class.
