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Remember: everything Miguel O'Hara says is made up.
Miguel exhaled sharply as he entered the apartment, closing the door behind him. He set his briefcase down and began slipping off his shoes.
"Cariño, I'm home," he called out into the dark apartment. He was met with silence and the quiet buzz of appliances running in the background. He figured you must be asleep, his eyes flickering to the stove clock which read 11:43 PM. It was another late night at the office, much to his annoyance. He wanted desperately to spend every second with his pregnant wife.
Miguel stepped further into the apartment, making his way down the hallway and into the bedroom. The door creaked softly on its hinges as he pushed it open and peered in. His eyes landed on the bed. It was empty, the sheets still neat and crisp. His brows furrowed, his eyes darting around until they landed on the sliver of light that shone onto the carpet from under the bathroom door.
He approached the door and gently pushed it open.
"Mija...?" He asked, seeing you standing in front of the sink, staring at the mirror. His eyes widened a fraction. You were wearing only your panties. His eyes trailed your form from the swell of your baby bump to your swollen breasts where beads of pearly white liquid rolled down your skin. His breath hitched at the sight.
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