¡Feliz Día del Padre!

To all our fictional papás out there may we shower you with endless amounts of love. We'll hold the angst for today just for you. And a very big extra squishy hug also to the adoptive daddos, blended and found families.

Short excerpt from La Luna cause Bruno's adoptive kiddos love him very very much. (Sass is Benji's love language ahaha)

*plz ignore any mistakes, honestly I should go back and edit all my old chapters but I'm lazy ha*

Luna's POV

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Soft knocks came from our door as it slowly opened and two heads peeked in through the crack. It was an adorable view, making me giggle. Seeing us awake they flung the door open, shouting at the top of their lungs, "¡Buenos días, papá! ¡Feliz Día del Padre!". Beno balanced a tray with plates full of food.

"We tried to make your perico!", Teo grinned. "Beno isn't as good as you..", he looked back at Benji, earning him a gentle kick. I knew they were doing this for Bruno, since they had both asked me how to make the eggs for breakfast. Benji promised he wouldn't burn the house down. It was too precious. They brought the tray down onto the bed and sat themselves next to us. Bruno seemed lost for words, twice already this morning. He pushed the tray up and out of the way and motioned to Teo, "Come here for a minute niño..", he patted his chest, getting Mateo to lay curled up to him. As Bruno hugged him pressing his face into Mateo's golden hair, Benji stared with furrowed brows at us. "Don't ask me to...", he sarcastically grinned. "Oh sí.", Bruno patted his shoulder asking him for a hug. I giggled at them watching Benji shake his head, no, making me laugh more. "Sí... it's my day..", Bruno busted out the big one; emotional guilt. I wanted to laugh so badly, straining to keep myself together. "Fine..", Benji rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around the three of us. Sighing happily, I could stay right here forever with them.

"Eat your eggs before they get cold. And pretend you like them...", Benji's muffled words forced Bruno to chuckle into the mass of squished bodies.

I watched as the three of them sat happily sharing their food with each other on the bed. It was hard to imagine any other life now. The one we had escaped from feeling like a distant memory. At least the boys get to experience this.. A family, a routine, love.

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