𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎
🐻miguel o'hara x pregnant!reader
🐻synopsis: you and miguel are expecting a baby! miguel feels like he can handle anything that comes with the ups and downs of pregnancy...except maybe your pregnancy pillow.
🐻words: 2.7k
🐻cw: x pregnant reader, tho reader's gender isn't explicitly mentioned, established relationship(marriage), mostly just domestic fluff and crack, a suggestive remark so, minors dni.
🐻a/n: i'm alive miguel nation 😩💕 i had this idea for a sec and super happy to finally get it done. hope you enjoy & don't maim me for it being so long since i wrote for this man 😭 i'm still continuing my series for him & have a couple new ideas which will come out... eventually i hope 😬 anywho enjoy! @eveningatthemoviesnetwork
🐻teddy bear dividers: @/saradika-graphics, brown solid dividers: @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more. sparkles: @/anitalerina
Baby. A buzzword for you and Miguel that carried excitement, love, and fear wrapped into one.
Parenthood was a tender spot for Miguel ever since the loss of Gabi, but it was a path he always hoped he would venture down again, that is, if he ever found someone worthy to do it with.
Someone patient enough to crack through that tough layer of walls he held up that were sculpted by trauma, sustained by loneliness and the heavy and all-consuming burden of holding the multiverse together that would scare any reasonable person off.
But not you.
Somehow you managed to slowly and patiently crumble each one that lead you to where you are now, with a ring on your finger and the product of your happily ever after blooming in your belly like a strong little sprout.
Two little pink lines and your life became a whirlwind before you knew it.
You couldn't be more over the moon for your bundle of joy that was wanted and planned down to the shade of pink for the nursery and the brand of luxury car seat that was already buckled in Miguel's Audi.
As the days went on, along with the growth of your excitement and amount of baby clothes around the penthouse, so did your discomfort.
Miguel took everything in stride, being at your beck and call as much as he possibly could.
Morning sickness? He's there with ginger ale and Tums. Sleepy? Quit your day job if you want so you can stay in bed and sleep. Miguel's net worth is quadruple times what you both need to survive on anyway. He's more than happy to take care of you.
Middle of the night cravings? Piece of cake. (Literally) As much cake as you want. Smoothies, lemonade, noodles, enchiladas, fried chicken, you name it, and it's yours. DoorDash fees were never an issue for him anyway.
But, there is one thing Miguel hasn't gotten used to, and one thing he isn't so sure he'll accept anytime soon.
It's not until he comes out of your master bathroom and into the bedroom one evening that he sees the imposter waiting for him.
It's big. Long and weirdly shaped. Like an upside down letter "U" for "unwelcome".
Miguel watches you eagerly curl up to it like a cat, letting out a sigh that could be heard around the world as you settled into position, hooking your legs around the wedge that made your hips align to take off the massive strain on your back as your belly grew.
"That's it. Ughh this is what I'm talking about right here." You groan with sweet relief and Miguel raises an eyebrow.
"You don't moan that loud for me." He gets into bed, putting on his reading glasses with more sass than necessary.
"Do I seriously sense jealousy from my husband over a damn pillow?"
Miguel blew air between his lips, crimson eyes practically every shade of green envy imaginable. "Hell no."
He pretends to read for about five seconds, then asks out of the corner of his eye.
"Where'd you find that anyway?"
"Amazon." You hum between a loud yawn.
"They make pillows for pregnant people nowadays?"
You sigh. "Yes, Miguel. They make pregnancy pillows. You need to get with the times." You scold him with your eyes closed, keen on getting rest and not really in the mood to entertain his dumb questions after your back was killing you all day. "You were literally in the room when I ordered it."
Miguel pauses and tries to think back to when you did but his mind is foggy. Shock, he was probably busy when you did. Not with his credit card though, right? This big ugly thing. What a waste of money.
It's almost comical how huge it is as it dwarfs your figure, looking humongous despite the fact you and Miguel had a custom made California king bed due to Miguel's size.
Well damn, is that what he really looks like in comparison to you when y'all are cuddling?
Soon, you're snoring away though, and Miguel is left with his thoughts like usual. He better skip the book and get some sleep.
He closes his novel, face softening with affection only you could draw out of him. He brushes his thumb across your cheek thoughtfully a few times before he turns out the light.
As long as that thing doesn't get in my way. He thinks to himself before he drifts off.
That damn pillow did in fact get in his way.
The whole night he was tossing and turning, finding the pillow jutting and invading his side of the bed, a couple times nearly falling off the edge when he woke up to you and your annoying new purchase leaving him less than a foot long of extra space.
Back pain and Miguel are no strangers, but this one is on a whole new level.
Oh he does not like your new pillow. Not one bit. He hates it, loathes it even. That stupid, misshapen pillow. Big and ugly. It even has the audacity to be yellow. Miguel fucking hates yellow.
"Nasty ass color. You look like they killed SpongeBob and used his hide to make a pillowcase." He mutters as if it can hear him.
What's even more frustrating is you love that pillow. It could do zero wrong in your eyes.
Ever since that damn pillow showed up, Miguel's romance with you has been reduced to a desert of tumbleweeds. He can't remember the last time you and him cuddled, since nowadays you're always cuddling that goddamn pillow.
He wants to see you happy, he really does. But not at the expense of his sleep, his sanity, and his marriage for crying out loud.
Day after day, he wakes up from the turmoil the pillow put him through the previous night. He can feel his eye twitching as you gain even more rest while his continued to dwindle.
So, like all desperate people with marriage problems, Miguel does the sensible thing and turns to the world of Reddit.com for advice.
He's astonished to discover he's not the only one. There's countless other harrowing stories of disgruntled and sleep deprived spouses of pregnant people out there, all suffering thanks to those blasted pregnancy pillows.
He lurks on several posts on the "Am I the Asshole" subreddit, watching poor fellow men get dragged and dubbed YTA for hating on such a trivial thing that was supposed to provide your pregnant spouse much needed and deserved comfort, being told to suck it up and sleep on the couch or get a hotel if it's truly that bad.
Miguel starts second guessing himself into a spiral.
"That's enough Internet for one day." He utters, closing his laptop and rubbing the bridge of his nose with a defeated sigh.
---
A few weeks later, you go out of town with some of your friends, getting in one more trip as a group before the baby arrives, leaving Miguel home alone with the pillow since it was far too large to fit in your suitcase.
"I can't believe you're even letting me go on this trip." You tut, stepping out of the car in the airport drop off area. "Especially knowing how overprotective you've been ever since that damn test came back positive."
Miguel shrugs as he unbuckles his seatbelt. You weren't wrong, but as of late with all this lack of sleep he's been getting thanks to your pregnancy demands, perhaps a trip for you is in order to help him recuperate.
"Course not. You deserve a break, mi vida. You've been stressing yourself too much with the baby registry." He makes up an excuse on the spot.
"Well don't have too much fun while I'm gone." You wink at Miguel, aware of the sacrifices he's been making as of late while you're pregnant, including all the gentle parenting research and scouring online reviews for the best pediatrician in Nueva York.
"I'll try not to." Miguel replies as he unloads your suitcases at the airport.
You look at your big sleepy husband, unable to resist a chuckle at his disheveled aura, but no less irresistible, sporting tousled chocolate locks and a five o'clock shadow despite his tendency to be clean shaven.
"You almost have more baggage than me." You tease, pointing out his under eye bags. "Will you at least try to get some sleep while I'm gone? What are you doing for dinner?"
Miguel shrugs. "We have ramen, right?"
"Oh my God, O'Hara. How'd you survive before you dated me?"
"What's wrong with ramen? And I survived just fine, thanks. Besides why would I worry about it now when you can't get enough of that damn crockpot and all those 10 minute meal recipes'?"
"Uhm that's highly debatable and I'd smack you right now but I have a flight to catch."
He smiles as you kiss him and try to shimmy out of his embrace when he goes back in for another, landing a playful pat on your ass as you make your way for the airport entrance.
"I love you. Text me!"
-----
He's finally alone at the penthouse. What now?
Miguel stares at the pillow on the bed. It's the perfect opportunity for it to accidentally go "missing", inviting Peter B. over for a visit and letting his annoying new puppy get a hold of it. Maybe "accidentally" have his claws out when he's doing laundry, leaving it a shredded mess.
Maybe he should just set that bastard on fire.
Miguel shakes his head. What is he, nuts? He can't do something like that to you, as fucked up as it is.
"What's the big deal about this thing anyway?" Miguel wonders aloud as he crawls on the bed, getting into position with the pillow between his legs just like he's seen you do it.
Hold on a sec, this is kinda comfy.
Wait wait, he's getting ahead of himself. Don't forget, this thing almost ruined your marriage. Don't let it off the hook so easily.
Miguel relaxes again, ever so slightly.
Oh fuck, this does feel nice.
Immediate relief ripples up and down his aching spine for the first time in what feels like weeks.
This shit is pure magic. So soft. What's this thing made out of? The feathers from the goose that laid golden eggs? Definitely something that needs to be imported from a different country. It was way too luxurious to be anything ordinary.
It envelopes him like a hug, he's almost as cozy as when he's cuddling you like no worries in the world existed.
God, the last time he was held like this was...in the womb, maybe?
"I'm only gonna rest my eyes." Miguel announces as though he's making an invisible bet with himself before he closes them.
---
"Miguel. MIGUEL!!!"
Miguel jerks awake with a puddle of drool on his chin, groaning and completely hungover from sleep.
"Mierda..." (Shit) He stretches, rubbing his dry eyes, scleras bloodshot thanks to his contacts he forgot to remove. "¿Qué pasó?(what happened) Did I fall asleep?"
Lyla floats by his head, arms crossed with a displeased look on her face, examining her nails. "You call that 16 hour coma you just woke up from sleep?"
"Holy..." Miguel begins to come to his senses as panic sets in. "Shit. What time is it?"
"9:06 am."
"Shock. Shock shock shock shock." Miguel struggles to sit up. "Lyla, how quickly can I get to HQ?"
"Well, seeing as you're already running two hours behind, I can see if they're forgiving enough to push your 9 am to 10:30. That way you'd only be a half hour late instead of an hour late."
Miguel curses under his breath, massaging his temples as he falls back into his fortress of coziness. "Fuck it, cancel it. I'm calling off."
Lyla raises her pixelated eyebrows. Miguel calling off work was like snow in July. Improbable if not virtually impossible. But, she doesn't argue. It must be a pretty damn good reason for such a rare occasion.
"Aye aye, captain."
She disappears and Miguel is left to his own devices once more. He looks at the pregnancy pillow, ashamed of what he's become.
You're not gonna be stoked about the fact that he basically stole your number one comfort item right from under you when you get home. But, its softness quickly makes him forget about all of that, sleep is slowly pulling at his eyelids again, begging for rest.
"Just one more hour." Miguel lies to himself before he closes his eyes.
----
Days pass and before you know it, it's already time to come back from your trip. One of your close friends drives you home, since your flight arrived during when Miguel would be at work. Relaxation and time spent with the besties was much needed, however you're definitely missing your husband by now, particularly in such a vulnerable state with your baby growing in your belly.
Miguel has been more chipper than usual lately on the phone for some unknown reason. Whatever it is, you're just looking forward to being back in his arms again. Except when you enter your penthouse, it's oddly quiet.
"Mig?" You hang up your keys and park your carryon next to the door, slipping off your shoes and settling into the comfort of home that wrapped you up after being away.
You check the time, and technically it is still work hours. It's possible he isn't home yet. All the hustle and bustle from traveling and the airport has got you exhausted. It's definitely time for a nap.
You immediately make your way towards your master bedroom, in search of your handy dandy pillow, when you're shell shocked to discover it's currently in use and occupied by an individual you suspected the least of stealing it, none other than your lovely husband, Miguel, all 6 foot 9 inches of him snoring away like a lawn mower with a flip flop caught in the engine.
You should be pissed he's stolen yet another one of your things, giving you the lame excuse of "We're married. Therefore everything between us is shared custody by default."
However, the sight of him curled up with this giant pillow, umber hair messy, cheeks smooshed with a little drool leaking out is so comical, you can't bring yourself to cuss him out, yet. It's hilarious seeing Miguel next to something that makes a giant like him appear small for once. After all those sly comments and complaints of his about that pillow, here he is, snoozing like a baby without any shame.
"Ahem." You gently rouse him, but he stays asleep like a giant rock. "Miguel!" You poke him a little harder, trying to shake him out of his sleepy stupor like he's dead weight.
"Huh?" Miguel's bloodshot eyes snap open.
"Sleeping Beauty. This here's my castle." You tease, trying to pull the pillow away from him. "Get your own."
"Uh...nghh...lo siento(I'm sorry)... I was just...yawn" Miguel shifts, nuzzling his cheek against it. "Doing the laundry..."
"Miguel, I'm tired..."
"I know, I know...just..." Miguel continues to lose the fight, not able to shake the death grip the pillow has him under. "S'not what it looks like..."
"Here, move over." You try and squeeze on the pillow next to him in every which way, but it's no use.
"Five more minutes then it's all yours..." He yawns tirelessly again. "Te lo prometo..." (I promise)
You sigh and even though you should be frustrated, you can't stay mad at your big sleepy spouse. Especially not for shaving some time off his enormous sleep deficit from being on call 24 hours a day whenever the multiverse needed saving.
"Fine, but I'm doing a little online shopping once you're awake." You mutter, leaning in and kissing Miguel's cheek, not missing how his mouth twitches as though he was fighting a smile in his sleep.
Fair enough.
---
Just a few days later, you're sporting a brand new pink pregnancy pillow next to its yellow counterpart like the two best friends on the undersea cartoon on TV that you feel asleep watching together, hands outstretched as the fire illuminates the precious stones on your complementing rings, getting as much sleep as you both can until the small feet in your belly will eventually light up the peaceful halls of your penthouse while the city buzzes outside underneath the late autumn sky.
