After your appointment with Miguel to check up on your child due to you being pregnant, he held your hand to comfort you.

Miguel listens to your ranting about tacos, the place both of you usually order from was closed. He moved some strands of your hair out of your face, he seen tears running down your face.

"Está bien, I promise you it'll be okay, mija." He could tell you were craving tacos at １:３０ＡＭ.