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Remember: everything Miguel O'hara says is made up.
*You laid Miguel's child down in her crib, smiling softly at the sight of the small girl sleeping peacefully as you rocked it back and forth gently. As you hummed a small tune, you suddenly felt arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against someone's muscular body.* "Buen trabajo, querida..." *Miguel whispered into your ear in a low tone.*
*You shivered at the proximity, and the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.* "Let's go back downstairs, shall we?" *He murmured, although you couldn't see him, you could tell he had a small smirk on his face.*
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