Pepa couldn't believe her eyes as her precious little sobrina's door faded away in front of everyone. The sweet little girl turning to her abuela with tears streaming down her little chubby cheeks as she asked, "Abuela, what's happening, where's my door, what's my gift?"

"What's going on?" "Why didn't she get a gift?" "Is something wrong with the miracle?" voices clamored to be heard over each other.

Eleven year old Dolores whimpered softly as she placed her hands over her ears, Felix quickly adding his larger hands over the top of hers as her mama instructed everyone to leave at once.

"Come on, Mirabel, let's get you out of your dress," Julieta said softly, as she put her hand in her smaller one.

"Julieta," their mama called out, "I need your help with the food, it's only fair to divide it up and send it home with everybody, since the party was canceled."

"I'll be right there mama, let me just…"

"Now Julieta."

"I have to go help Abuela," Julieta insisted, pressing a kiss on Mirabel's forehead, "I'll be right back okay?"

Mirabel nodded her head, as Julieta disappeared into the crowd.

"Mirabel," Alma's voice was sharp, far sharper then Pepa had ever heard it, "You're in the way, go to the nursery and stay there until I can deal with you."

"But..." Mirabel began, sounding like she was about to burst into tears at any second.

"I said go," Alma snapped, "Unless you want a hairbrush to your behind, I suggest you do as you are told."

"Si, Abuela."

"Pepa, you have a cloud!" Alma shouted, angrily.

Pepa glanced up at her cloud and sighed, before waving it away.

…

It took twice as long as normal to put the children down for the night, as both Dolores and Camilo had been upset by what had happened at Mirabel's gift ceremony. Especially Camilo, who was upset that he had taken the last of the magic for his own gift and had left Mirabel with nothing.

Pepa had simply held him tight, hugging him as he cried into her shoulder while assuring him that it wasn't his fault at the same time she tried her best not to let it rain on her young five year old son.

It was a lot later than normal when she finally left her son's bedroom with a sigh of relief. Felix met her gaze as he stepped out of Dolores's room as well, "Success?" he asked softly.

Pepa nodded her head, "He's pretty upset, he had it in his mind that he stole the last of the magic when he got his gift and that's why Mira didn't get one. He's worried that Mira will be mad at him if she finds out that it was all his fault. How's Dolores doing?"

"Okay now. The party got her over-stimulated, took a while for her to decompress," Felix said, shaking his head, "It makes me wonder if the miracle is a blessing or a curse."

"Don't let Mama hear you say that," Pepa pleaded, "She might kick you out of the house."

"I won't, but you have to agree, I mean look at all the flack you and Bruno have to put up with. Bruno was chased by an actual angry mob yesterday because… well… I never did find out what the vision was about. All I knew was that I had to hide him."

Pepa smiled, pecking him on the lips, "Gracias, Mi Vida for looking out for mi hermanito."

"De nada," he said, wrapping one arm around her waist as the other one waved a cloud away, "So now that the kids are down for the night, what do you say about us having some fun before one of them decides that they want to sleep with us?"

Pepa smiled leaning into Felix, enjoying the feel of his hands on her, before saying softly, "I think that's a grand idea."

…

Alma was sitting at the dining room table with Agustin and Julieta, "I'm just saying that we need to think about what is best for Mirabel. I'm sure that being surrounded by us and our gifts will be hard for her, a constant reminder that she failed to get a gift. She will probably will be happier at Agustin's parents."

Agustin sighed, rubbing his forehead, "You need to look at this from Mirabel's point of view," he pleaded, "She was promised a magical gift and room, just like the rest of the family, and she didn't get it, and now you want to send her to live with people that she visits twice a year at most? She's going to think that she's being kicked out."

"We'll think about it, Mama," Julieta offered.

"I have Bruno looking into the future to see what's happening with the miracle," Alma announced, "I'm sure we can fix whatever is wrong and everything will be just fine."

"Then there isn't really any reason to send Mirabel away," Julieta insisted, "Besides, she needs us, we're her parents."

"Well, I guess that that might be true… for now, but what if you or Pepa have another child? Where will we put them, we can't possibly put them in the nursery with MIrabel, and she doesn't have her own room."

"Well, I don't know about Pepa, you'll have to talk to her about it yourself, but Agustin and I are done having children."

"Done having children?" Alma demanded, "Nonsense, I thought that you would want to try for another son, considering."

Julieta just stared at her in complete confusion, before looking at Agustin in disbelief, "Mama, you do remember the fact…." she trailed off, tears streaming down her face as she buried her head in Agustin's shoulder.

Agustin rubbed her back slightly before looking Alma straight in the eye, "You do remember what happened last time? How she lost the baby when that donkey kicked her? How she nearly died? You want her to go through that again?"

"Can you at least think about it?" Alma pleaded, "I would love to have more grandchildren."

"Of course, Mama," Julieta said softly, "We'll sleep on it."

…

"Mami," a soft voice called out, dragging Pepa out of a wonderful dream, "Papi," the voice called again.

Pepa cracked open her eyes to see Dolores staring down at her. The joys of parenthood, when you have to always consider what a young child might see should they walk into the room.

"What's wrong, Lolo?" Felix asked sleepily, shifting slightly as he grabbed his pajama top and pulled it on.

"It's Mirabel," Dolores explained, brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face, "She's crying and saying that nobody loves her any more."

Pepa felt her heart break, "Have you told your Tia and Tio?" she asked.

Dolores nodded, a troubled look coming up on her face, "Tia said that she'll talk to her as soon as she has a minute but she's really busy right now because Senor Santos is having a barn rising. Tio said he'll be happy to talk to her, but he's chopping wood for the stove and so Mirabel will have to come down to him, and she doesn't want to leave the nursery."

Pepa nodded her head slowly, "That isn't like your Tia and Tio at all," she admitted, "I'll check on Mirabel," she offered standing up, "Gracias," she said, cupping her daughter's cheek in her hand, for letting us know that Mirabel needed help."

Dolores nodded, before quietly slipping out the door.

Pepa sighed, before pulling on her robe, and following her daughter out of the room before making a bee line to the nursery.

Mirabel might only be her sobrina, but she loved her, and couldn't stand seeing her upset, and if her parents were busy like Dolores said then she was going to step up. After all, that was what siblings do, right?

…

Mirabel was hunched on the cold tile floor of the nursery, were she had cried herself to sleep the night before waiting for her parents to come and help her out of her dress and to figure out what to do with the empty room that was devoid of all the furniture.

There was a knock on the door and Tia Pepa peeked her head in, "Buenos dias, querida," she said softly as she slid into the room a look of disbelief flashing across her face as a cloud formed over her head.

…

Pepa had been prepared to find Mirabel crying in the nursery, what she hadn't expected was to find the room completely barren except for a stack of boxes that held Mirabel's personal items that had been ready to move into her new room. A room she didn't get.

Mirabel glanced up at her from where she was hunched in the middle of the room, shivering in the cold morning breeze, tears staining her glasses and her cheeks, "Tia?" she asked.

Pepa nodded, "Si," she said, noting that she was still wearing her dress from the gift ceremony. She was going to have to burn that dress, to prevent it from becoming a horrible reminder of what had happened, "It looks like you could use some help," she offered.

Mirabel sniffled, wiping her nose on her arm as she nodded, "I've tried and tried, but I can't reach the buttons," she confessed, as she sniffled.

"That's okay," she said, trying to stay calm, trying to keep the cloud from raining, or worse, spreading across all of Encanto, "Let's find you something clean to wear."

"Mami said that she'll come help me, but she never showed up," Mirabel said, "Neither did Papi. Why don't they love me any more? Is it because I didn't get a gift?"

Pepa quickly shook her head as she looked through the boxes of belongings, looking for clothes for Mirabel "No, of course not, your Mami and Papi were busy last night, they still love you," she pulled out a pale blue dress and held it out to her, "How's this?"

Mirabel nodded her head, "Yeah, I guess," she said softly.

"Hey, it's okay," Pepa insisted as she undid the buttons on the white dress pulling it up over her head, "I know, why don't you come with Camilo and me when I go to water the fields today? You can play with 'Milo and maybe Felix and Lolo can join us for a picnic lunch. Just like always."

Mirabel pulled her dress on over her head as she nodded excitedly, "Si," she said eagerly, as she helped her look through the boxes for her shoes that went with her dress.

Pepa frowned as she watched Mirabel run off, happy once more. What in the world were Julieta and Agustin up to last night that they forgot to check on their five year old daughter who had just had her hopes and dreams crushed. She was going to have to have a word with them, but that will have to wait until later, until either Dolores was in her room, or she had calmed down some. The last thing she wanted was to be the reason Dolores knew swear words.