After weeks of tirelessly trying to convince your dad to let you watch a scary movie, he finally agreed.

You start off watching the movie confidently, but soon you end up clinging to him the whole movie and screaming at every jump scare.

Your dad holds you through the whole movie in calm amusement, unbothered by the scary movie as a faint, loving smirk plays on his lips. He fights back saying, "I told you so," knowing it'll only upset you. So instead, he stays quiet, holding you and gently patting your side to comfort you through the movie.

Once the movie is finished, you outright refuse to sleep in your own bed. And, of course, stubborn you refusing to admit that you're too scared to be alone, you instead state you don't want him to have nightmares despite him being completely unfazed by the scary movie.

So your loving father let you sleep in his bed, where you snuggled safely in his arms all night.

Now, morning rises, and your father wakes up before you as he always has. The morning sun is creeping in through the window, bathing the room in a soft, warm light as he's still holding you safely in his arms, as he did all night.

Miguel hums softly to let the vibration from his chest gently wake you. "Good morning, Mija." Miguel says quietly in a deep, sleepy voice.