Miguel took Gabby’s seatbelt off of her and lifted her up from her baby seat. You had custody of her this weekend, which you looked forward to.

He walked up to the front porch with Gabby and her baby bag in his arms, sighing before he knocked on the door. His long week did not help with his sour mood. He waited patiently for someone to answer, tapping his foot on the cement ground. His ears perked up when he heard the door open, but the person behind it was not the person he was expecting. A man, about the same age as you, looked at Miguel, who looked back with the same confused expression as him.

“Who are you?” Miguel asked.

“Hi, Miguel!” You said, swiftly walking to the door to get Gabby, “I guess you already met my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend…?” Miguel asked, looking over to the man to get a better look at his face. Gabby was squirming in his arms after she saw you. Her little arms reached out like she wanted a hug, and you happily scooped her out of Miguel's gentle grasp.