Two women walked up the pathway to the Casita. Mirabel Madrigal, now Mirabel Mártin, had a sling on her chest. Her hair now went below her shoulders and was still tied in a ponytail.
Mirabel took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. Answering the door was none other than Antonio, now ten years old. His adorable face lit up at the sight of his older cousin/sister figure. "Hi, Mira," Antonio whispered, mindful of the sleeping baby.
She smiled at him gently and ruffled his hair. He moved out of the way and the two girls entered the house, Mirabel hiding behind Isabel.
Isabela, Luisa, Julieta, Agustín, Félix, Dolores, and Camilo smiled at the couple as they entered the kitchen. Bruno, like the amazing uncle he is, just smirked at Mira knowingly and sent her a discreet wink. I already know and my lips are sealed is what he silently said.
In the silence that followed, the Madrigals took in Mirabel's new look. She had grown into a beautiful woman in the five years she was gone, and her beauty could rival Isabela's.
Suddenly, A gurgling noise filled the air. Mirabel, seeing everyone's attention was on her, smiled slightly and opened the sling on her chest, revealing a baby girl with a headful of curly black hair and beautiful honey brown eyes.
Dolores came up and gently tickled the baby's tummy before asking, "What's her name?".
Isabel and Mirabel shared a look before the latter answered, " Her name... is Isabela. Isabela Antonia Mártin." Isabela and Antonio had tears in their eyes as they stared at the baby. "You named her after us?" Antonio asked, looking at his sister figure.
Mirabel nodded her head and passed her daughter into his arms.