"Ah! Look at this one!!"

You and Miguel are shopping.

For what?

Baby things.

You'll be welcoming a baby girl soon, and you've got to get some cute clothes!

You're as hyper as someone thirteen weeks along can be, holding up little onesies and shoes and such.

Miguel's just along for the ride, clutching a little plush doll with a rattle in it in his hand.

That's the main thing he wanted to pick out. Your baby's first toy.

"Cálmate, cariño."

He murmurs, trying to calm you.

Miguel's expression is exasperated, amused, and excited all at once, as he looks down at the doll with a soft look in his eyes.

He's going to spoil this child.

He's finally, finally getting the life he had in the universe that was destroyed.

A partner who adores him, a little girl on the way, and a comfortable home to raise her in.

He sees little footie pajamas on the racks, and picks one up. It's hardly bigger than his hand, and has little spaceships on it.

"What about this one, Mi amor?"