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For The Cameras (Part 2)

sorry, this took so long guys, had a lot going on. hope you enjoy!

read part one here

warnings: fluff, angst, crying, slight bullying, kissing, cussing

It’s been one month since that night in Pedro’s suite, and it’s never been brought up after that. But you could tell it was on his mind as much as it was on yours. He was inviting you out more, not just as his assistant either. You’ve had a few casual dinner dates, the other week you two went out for sushi, and now the two of are walking the streets of New York looking for a nice place to get coffee.

You were always worried about paparazzi catching you two out together, and how the media would make it look. But your just his assistant, that’s all you are. To their eyes at least.

“Oh, look. Perfect.” Pedro snaps you out your thoughts, pointing to a little coffee shop up ahead.

You decide to push your thoughts to the side, smiling at him as you two approached the shop. He held the door open for you and you made your way inside, the smell of coffee beans and fresh pastries taking over your nose. You two approached the counter, where the young girl working there didn’t even realize the two of you were standing there, too busy chatting with her coworker.

“Excuse us.” You say politely.

Her head whips towards you, then the man next to you. You watched as her gaze softened and her eyes grew wider as she looked at Pedro.

“H-hi, sorry, what can I get for you?” She continues to look at Pedro.

“You know what you’re getting?” Pedro looks over at you, “Uh yea…I’ll take the iced chai latte and a cheese Danish.” You tell her.

“And for you, sir?”

You know she was just some crazed teenage fan but you couldn’t help but cringe at her, you wanted to roll your eyes and walk away but then you’d be the childish one here. After Pedro ordered and paid, you two looked around for somewhere to sit.

“Want to sit outside?” Pedro asks.

Was that really the best idea? No, but you really didn’t want to deal with that girl anymore. You shook your head, following Pedro outside where you two sat alone.

“Okay, so, you have a meeting on the fourteenth and after that you have a fitting for the—”

Pedro placed his hand over your notebook, “I don’t want to talk about that. I just want to talk. To you, not my assistant.”

“But I spent a lot of time organizing this.” You frown slightly, Pedro removes his hand and looks at the neat handwriting, with some doodles here and there.

“I know, and I appreciate that.” He placed his hand over yours, “But I want to talk about you.”

You slowly close your notebook, sliding it back in your bag. You didn’t stay up past midnight for nothing, he was reading those pages in that notebook eventually.

“Okay, what do you want to know?” You shrug.

“What is it that you like to do during your free time?"

“Funny of you to assume that I get free time.” You slightly laugh.

“Oh whatever, yeah right!” Pedro laughs, waving you off, “I am not that hard to work for!”

You join in on the laughter, “I don’t know…you can be sassy sometimes.”

“Sassy?!” He was genuinely in shock.

“Yes!” You argued back, the laughing taking over, “Get this, get that. Did you do this?” You mocked him.

“I don’t sound like that!”

“You do!—”

“Here’s your latte and Danish.” The cashier from earlier appeared out of nowhere, “And here’s your coffee, sir. Enjoy!” She smiles before scurrying off.

“I don’t get how you drink that.” You cringe, shaking your head, “It’s good!” He defends, “Try it!”

“I’ll be up for three days if I even take a sip of that.”

“Cmon, you know you want to.” He says and before your even able to respond, he’s holding his cup up to your lips.

Against your will, you take a tiny sip of the absurdly strong coffee.

“Yeah, that’s disgusting.” You stick your tongue out, trying to get the taste out of your mouth.

“You just like that overly sweet shit.” Pedro mugs your chai, “Yes, yes I do.” You take a sip from your overly sweet shit.

“Back to the question though...”

“I don’t do much.” You shrug, “Watch a movie, read a book…crotchet.”

“You sound like a old lady.”

“Okay, that’s enough, old man.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

The two of you talked for a couple hours after that, enjoying the company and the New York breeze. You were finally able to go over Pedro’s schedule with him after damn near begging him to let you pull out your notebook.

“How are you going to stop me from doing my job?”

“You’re not working right now.” Pedro shrugs, slight smile on his face.

“I am always working, Mr. Sassy.”

Once the two of you had wrapped up your coffee date, you were walking the streets of New York again, you really didn’t know where your destination was, but you enjoyed just being there with him. The walk didn’t last long, you two ending up at a random park that wasn’t too packed. You sat on the bench, by the pond, watching the ducks go in and out the water.

You sat in a comfortable silence, the sounds of nature doing most of the talking. You hated to be one of those people, but you couldn’t help but pull out your phone, beginning to scroll through social media. Your timeline was the same as usual, boring, until something caught your eye. As you scrolled through your explore page you couldn’t help but click on the picture of you and Pedro that had been taken hours ago! How were they so quick?! Where were they even at? You knew sitting outside was risky but you didn’t even see anyone with a camera!

“Pedro and mystery woman out today in New York!”

fan1: not a mystery woman, just his assistant!

fan2: that’s just his assistant

fan3: looks like a date to me

You couldn’t help but to look through the comments, making your stomach turn and your mouth twist. Just his assistant. That’s all you were. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you continued to scroll through the familiar posts. And sure enough, there it was, the girl from the coffee shop. She had snuck a picture of you and Pedro from inside the shop.

“pedro came into my job today!!! his assistant was kinda rude but pedro was a sweetheart as usual I love him sm 😭🥹”

Your eyebrows furrow, “How was I rude?” You whisper.

“What?” Pedro asked, still looking at the pond ahead of him before turning to you since you didn’t answer, “What? What are you looking at?” He tries to peek at your phone.

You turn off your phone, “I don’t know what this is, or what we have going on. But to them, to the public I’ll always just be your assistant. That’s all I am.”

“No.” Pedro sighs, “That’s not all you are. You’re not just my assistant, you mean way more than that to me.”

“They don’t know that, Pedro!” You turn and look at him, “Does it matter if they know? You and I know that.” He says.

“Do I?!” You stood from the bend, “Pedro I’m not going to continue to do this if I’m just going to remain hidden away! I-” Your voice started to crack, “I can’t, I can’t just be your little secret.” You cry.

Oh, there's no way you're standing here crying in the middle of the park right now you thought to yourself. Pedro sat there, looking for something to say, anything to say but he knew anything he said right now wouldn’t help at all, so he remained silent. His heart breaking at the sight of you crying. How could such a perfect day be ruined?

You sat there and watched him sit in silence, waiting for his response but he had nothing.

“Right.” You sniffed, grabbing your bag off the bench before storming off, Pedro calling and following after you.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. Pedro had followed you throughout the whole park, up until you got in a cab. That was a month ago. Of course, you had to see him, which actually sucked but you kept it professional. You did your job and went home. That was it. That’s how it was, until Pedro decided that he was inviting you and the rest of the team to yet another event.

You got annoyed even thinking about it. Having to deal with him, Veronica and a whole bunch of press, cameras and social media. It made you sick, you just wanted to get it over with.

“The car will be here in ten minutes.”

“Could you help me tie this?” Pedro asks as he struggled with the tie he was putting on, “Ask your girlfriend.” You muttered.

You knew what he was trying to do, you knew. You had seen this man tie his own tie thousands of times.

“I’m asking you.”

Your mind told you no. No, just leave the room and wait for him in the lobby. But your feet had failed you, reluctantly (but really eagerly) walking over towards him. He had a toothpick in his mouth for some reason, eyes burning into your skin as you tied the tie.

What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?! You thought to yourself.

“You look gorgeous.” Pedro’s eyes scan over you, all you had worn was another black dress. This one was a baby doll dress, a bit longer than the other one and it had one sleeve.

You had tried a little more this time. Doing more with your makeup, you had found the time to purchase some not so mediocre accessories and you had did something different with your hair.

“I’ll meet you in the lobby, Mr. Pascal.” You finish up with his tie, grabbing your things you had put down and walking out the door.

You scolded yourself as you walked through the halls, why would you do that? Give into him like that, so easily. I mean, who wouldn’t?

You shrugged your thoughts off, standing in the lobby waiting for Pedro and Veronica to appear. You haven’t even seen her at all today, you roll your eyes, hoping she was ready because you didn’t want to be late.

The elevator dinged and to your surprise, out came Pedro without Veronica clinging onto his arm.

“Are you ready?” Pedro looks at you, then eventually the rest of his little entourage.

“Where is Veronica, Mr. Pascal?” You roll your eyes over towards his, “She’s meeting us at the venue.” He says, “Now, shall we?”

You look at his hand that he held out, waiting for you to grab it, but instead you put your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the door.

“I’m not going out until you say it.”

You wanted to throw a tantrum like a child, this man was working your last nerve. And for what? Because he wouldn’t admit that you were just his assistant, his little secret!

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles. And breathe.” You reluctantly had said, gaining a smile from Pedro as he pushed the door open.

As soon as he stepped outside the cameras began to flick and the fans started to scream, you walked out behind him, having to stop every time he did to talk with a fan.

“We need to be at the venue in fifteen minutes.” You whispered, not wanting to keep that rude label that had been put on you.

“Let’s just pose for a photo and be on our way.”

You went to step out his way as he turned to face the cameras, but he had grabbed you before you could, snaking his hand around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Not wanting to cause a scene, you awkwardly smile, looking every and which way. After a few photos, you walked to the car together, Pedro helping you in before he had got in himself.

“What are you doing?!” You whisper yelled, not wanting to get the attention of the others in the car.

Pedro shrugs, “Taking a picture.”

You roll your eyes, turning your body to look outside the window. You didn’t even give your regular speech like you did before all of his events, the stubbornness in you wouldn’t let you. You just wanted to get tonight over with.

The ride there was short, pulling up to the little red carpet that had been set up. You all got out the car, making your way over towards the carpet. Trina, Veronica’s assistant had texted you while you were in the car letting you know that they would be a little late, meaning Pedro had to walk the carpet alone.

“Give me your stuff.” You held your hands out to Pedro, and he hands you his phone and a few other things, “Veronica is running late, you have to walk alone.”

“Walk alone?”

“That’s what I just said.” You sarcastically smile, “Walk it again when she gets here, that simple.”

Pedro went to say something, but you pushed him towards the carpet, people starting to swarm him already. You stayed behind, watching from a distance as he posed for pictures and eventually got pulled to the side for a interview. That was your cue to make your way towards him, knowing how some of these interviewers could be.

“Hey!” Veronica’s voice calls out behind you, part of you wanted to keep walking but you knew she’d just keep calling you.

You turn to face her, the beauty queen walking up to you in a silk yellow gown.

“I don’t know what little game you’re playing—”

“Whoa.” You stop her, “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me! I saw those pictures of the two of you. If you ever even think about coming between me and Pedro, I’ll make sure you won’t hear the end of it.” She threatened, stepping a little closer to you, “I’ll have you labeled as a home wrecker!” She spat.

“You g—”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Pedro’s voice says from behind you, startling you both.

He steps in between the two of you, “What are you? Crazy? We aren’t in a fucking relationship, Veronica.”

“Pedro, we have an image to protect.” Veronica argues.

“An image?” He laughs, “This isn’t real, Veronica! What we have isn’t real! It never has been, and it never will be, okay? This is all a part of a stupid contract!” He throws his hands up in frustration, “A piece of paper!” He yells.

His voice had gotten the attention of a few people, but they seemed to ignore it.

“Okay let’s just remember where we’re at, guys.” You say.

“I don’t care.” Pedro says, “If I ever catch you talking to her like that again, I will not hesitate to put a end to this and let the world know why we’re really together.”

You had never seen him so mad before. You hate to admit it, but it was really kind of hot.

“Okay…um, let’s just take a breather. You two can walk the carpet—” You began to speak.

“No, I’m ready to go.” Pedro shook his head.

“Pedro!” Veronica scolds.

“No, I’m not doing this tonight.” He shook his head once again, “Come on.” He grabs your hand, leading you over towards the car.

“Mr. Pascal!” You called out, “Stop calling me that.” He warned as he opened the car door.

You climb inside and he shuts the door, making his way over tow the other side. What is going on? Why is everything happening so fast?

“Do you know where we’re going?” The driver asks.

“Back to the hotel.” You say questionably.

Pedro gets in on his side and slams the door as the driver takes off.

“Why would you do that?!” You slightly yell, “And we’re just going to leave the others here? We c—”

Before you could finish your sentence, his hands were cuffing your face and his lips were on yours. Bolts of electricity jumped throughout your body, you melt into him as he kissed you so gently yet so passionately and needfully. He pulled you over towards him, lips leaving from your lips to kiss on your exposed neck.

Neck kisses were your weakness.

“Pedro.” You softly moan.

His lips continue to suck on your neck, obviously not caring where the two of you were at. The kiss grew more needy over time, you had completely forgotten why you weren’t even talking to him an hour ago.

“P-Pedro, we can’t.” You moaned, “We can’t.”

“You don’t understand how badly I want you.” He says into your ear.

“We’ve already been over this, Pedro.” You stop him from kissing on you, “I can’t be your little secret.”

You two eventually parted from each other, smoothing out your dress as the driver pulled up to the hotel. You thanked and apologized to the driver as you got out, Pedro following behind you.

“You’re not.” Pedro says behind you, but you continue to walk, pushing the button for the elevator.

“Listen to me.” He steps in front of you, “You’re not just a little secret, you’re so much more than that.”

“Pedro.” You stop him, getting onto the elevator that has already had people on it.

He comes in after you, quietly greeting the couple already in the elevator. He stood next to you, damn near biting his tongue as you impatiently waited for your floor. Of course, he followed after you when you got off.

“You don’t understand. Ever since I first met you, since I’ve laid my eyes on you…It’s always been you. I’ve always wanted you, and only you. I just didn’t say anything, because of the stupid contract I have with Veronica…” He sighs, “You’re not a secret, I’ll tell the whole world right now—”

“You can’t do that, Pedro.” You shake your head, “It’ll ruin both of our reputations and—”

You wished he could. You wish you didn’t care so much about what the media thought and said, that you two could be together freely.

“I don’t care about that! I don’t! I don’t care about the social media and the press, what people say! I care about you.”

Your heart yearned for his touch, for his lips to be on yours again, to be held by him. But you can’t, it’s not right.

“Goodnight, Pedro.”

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afictionaladventure16 · 1 year

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I rlly like your 'taking it all in' series. U rlly know how to pull heartstrings 😭. I was wondering if you could write a short piece or something about the reader and her estranged mother where they do meet or the mother gets in contact with the reader and it's a pretty angsty moment? Idk just a thought 😌

Taking It All In (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pt. III

A/N: hmmm a gif of a young pedro pascal... whatever could that mean? Anyway, thank you for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this lil angsty but fluffy Part 3!

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Previously

Word Count: 3,936

Rice, that was all you needed. It was all your dad sent you to the store for. You didn’t understand why this man would forget the main ingredient in a dish, but then you were the same way, so you understood in some way.

You had your head down, looking at your phone, reading your last text message from your dad. You had texted him making sure that rice was all he needed, you felt like you were waiting forever for those three little dots to stop moving.

You felt the body of another person colliding against you, “Oh! Sorry!” you exclaimed as you looked up at the person. “I was so distracted with…” you trailed off as the woman you had just bumped into turned around.

“It’s alright!” It was her. Your mother. Of all places, she was right in front of you in a store you always shopped at. You wondered how many times you had been in the same room as her and didn’t even know it. “You alright?” she asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Y-Yeah,” you said.

“Mom! Mom! Can I have these please?” A little girl ran up to her holding up a box of cookies. Your little sister.

“Oh, I don’t know, what do you think your father would say?”

“I think he’d say yes,” she said with a huge grin.

You had to get out of there. You placed the bag of rice on a nearby rack. She didn’t even recognize you.

You walked out of the store, you took in a deep breath as your heart pounded like a jackhammer against your ribcage. The sounds of the cars passing were washed out by your heartbeat.

You need to get home.

You began to run home, putting every little ounce of energy into your legs. Thankful that home was only a block away.

Only a block away, your thoughts traveled back.

You made it to the building, and you felt the walls begin to close in as you walked into the building. You rushed over to the elevator doors, continuously pressing the button.

You couldn’t recall hearing the elevator door ding, nor could you recall getting inside your floor.

All you heard were muffled voices, you leaned against the door. You closed your eyes, the jackhammer still at play.

Pedro had heard the door closing, he had been calling your name for the past minute but was met with no response. He walked over to the front door, only to be met with you sitting against it, eyes closed, body shaking. “Cariño, que te pasa?” He rushed over to you, kneeling down next to you. But you didn’t say a word, you broke into a sob. Pedro didn’t say anything as he pulled you into an embrace.

“I saw her,” you began to say.

“Who?”

“Mom, I saw her,” Pedro didn’t know what to say, his mind fumbled for words while his heart ached to hear one of his deepest fears. His heart was still healing, learning to mourn the loss of something that would never come true. “She didn’t even recognize me,” you sobbed.

Pedro couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been better to have lied to you. To have said that your mother never said any of those words the day you were born. Maybe to even saying that your mother was never present, would it have been easier?

Maybe it would have been easier on you, but surely it would have been more painful for him. Having to recall the day you were born and the days that followed leading up to her leaving, and then having to tell you that none of it ever happened. Like it was nothing. Like she never mattered.

Pedro looked at you, she could have never mattered, she gave him you.

It was a gloomy day, Pedro had a soft spot for gloomy days. He began movie marathons on gloomy days and he was excited to start a movie marathon with his girlfriend.

“Honey, I’m home!” Pedro yelled out as he walked into the apartment. He walked into the kitchen, putting away the snacks for later. Gabriela walked into the kitchen, holding something in her hands. Pedro wasn’t paying much attention to what she was doing, he had heard her footsteps, “I was thinking,” he began to say. “We start with Psycho and then the shinning, but I would really lik-” he stopped mid-sentence, noticing that Gabriela wasn’t even looking at him. “Gabriela, que te pasa? Por que te miras tan triste?” (What’s up, why do you look so sad) He asked as he walked over to her.

“Pedro, tengo unas noticias,” she began. (I have some news).

“Que? Is it your scholarship?” He asked, although Pedro was done with college, Gabriela was still working on her degree. She had a few more years to do to get her Ph.D.

“No, Pedro,” she said softly. She held up the little stick that was in her hand, showing the two little pink lines.

“What’s this?” He asked as he looked it over.

“I’m pregnant.”

He couldn’t believe it, he wasn’t sure if he should cry or jump for joy. Having a kid was one of his biggest dreams, it was something he had hoped to have in the future, but that was the future when he was settled in his career.

“W-what?” he asked in disbelief.

Gabriela felt tears well up in her eyes, “I’m pregnant,” she sobbed. She sat down on one of the chairs in the small dining room, “What are we going to do, Pedro?”

Pedro sat down beside her, he didn’t know. He felt like he was still a baby himself trying to figure out this god-forsaken world. It didn’t help that he had just gotten a new roommate, Oscar, who was also a struggling actor.

But he didn’t want to tell Gabriela something she didn’t want to hear, if anything Pedro felt hopeful, he could make it work. “It’s okay,” he whispered as he pulled her into an embrace, “We’re going to take it one day at a time.”

“But, Pedro, what about your career?”

Pedro held Gabriela’s face in his hands, “One day at a time, Mi Amor.” He gave her a small smile, “And whatever you decide to do, I support it.”

Gabriela placed her hand on her belly, she had always wanted to become a mother. She never imagined it would be so soon, but sometimes the best gifts came when you least expected them to.

“Pedro!” Gabriela yelled from their room.

“Yes?” He yelled back.

“It’s time,” Gabriela said from the doorway.

Pedro stopped in his tracks. Shit. Everything he once knew about what to do at this time flew out the window. He looked at Gabriela who stood at the doorway, hand on her belly, eyes widening. “A-Are you sure?”

She groaned in pain as her contractions began, “Does it look like I’m joking?” Pedro shook his head, he then quickly ran around the apartment looking for the go bag. Which Gabriela found in the closet near the front door.

“Okay!” Pedro said trying to reassure himself, “we got this!”

Gabriela felt every nerve in her body, did they really got this? She didn’t know, but at that moment she was beginning to rethink everything.

Up until that moment, everything felt like a dream and now it was beginning to really set in for her. They were about to become parents. They would no longer only be responsible for themselves but for another life and that scared the shit out of her.

Pedro drove them safely to the hospital, he was at her side at all times. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

“Are you still sure about this?” She asked as she laid down on the hospital bed, after minutes of being poked and prodded by nurses and doctors they finally had some time alone. It was the waiting game right now.

“What do you mean?” Pedro asked.

She sighed, “Are you still sure you want this?”

“A family?”

“All of it.”

“What are you trying to say, Gabriela?” Pedro’s heart began to race, he was excited about everything, but of course, there were moments where Gabriela was hesitant in the beginning so he learned to not get his hopes up. Yet, that was at the beginning, it was when they were both scared of the future.

Gabriela opened up her mouth to speak, but another nurse walked in before she even had the chance, “Nevermind,” she whispered.

Gabriela would never get the chance to say what she really wanted to. She would never say that she thought about adoption, but she didn’t want to give up her baby at the same time. She had felt a bond with her baby, even if she had yet to meet the baby. Nurses and doctors came and went every other minute, it was getting closer to the time for her to push.

Eventually, they took Gabriela and Pedro up to the delivery room. Pedro felt like throwing up the whole time, it was nerves he told himself, but only to himself. He didn’t dare mention any of it to Gabriela because she was going through greater pain.

“Okay, momma, we’re gonna need you to push with this next contraction, okay?”

Gabriela held onto Pedro’s hand, “Fuck,” she yelled as the contraction came. She pushed as best as she could. “Fuck you, Pedro!”

Pedro smiled, “you’re doing great, Mi Amor.” That caused Gabriela to groan in annoyance.

“You’re doing great, Gabriela!” the doctor encouraged, “We just need a few more pushes!”

Gabriela let out a deep breath, “I can’t.”

“Gabriela, mi amor, just a few more and we get our baby.”

She looked at Pedro, tears in her eyes, “I don’t want to do this,” she pleaded.

But the two of them were talking about different things and Gabriela knew that which is why she said it. She said it because she knew no one would understand what she really meant.

She cried out as another contraction came, pushing through it.

“I know, Gabriela,” Pedro said as he pushed some of her hair out of her face. “We’re almost there, okay?” he never let go of her hand, even if she wanted him to, he wouldn’t. He was blinded by love and she knew it.

Gabriela pushed through a few more contractions before the sound of crying rang out through the room. Pedro’s eyes lit up at the sight of his and Gabriela’s new baby.

“It’s a girl!” the doctor announced as he placed their new baby girl on Gabriela’s chest.

For a moment, everything Gabriela was so worried about had left.

“She’s everything,” Gabriela whispered in awe, “she’s so-”

“Beautiful,” Pedro said.

For a moment, everything felt okay.

But moments pass.

Pedro felt tears well up in his eyes, Gabriela looked up at him with a smile painted over her face, “Wanna hold her?”

He nodded before gently scooping up his baby girl in his arms, “Hi,” he whispered to the baby. “I’m your papi,” he began to say.

“Say cheese,” one of the nurses said, she held out the camera Pedro had bought for the occasion. The nurse was kind enough to take photos for them throughout the birth.

Pedro looked over at Gabriela, “she’s beautiful, just like her mother.”

Gabriela smiled softly, fading as Pedro’s attention turned towards the baby.

Pedro couldn’t keep his eyes off his baby even as the nurses took her to get checked on, he was right there watching every little thing. He was mesmerized by how two people could create such a beautiful baby.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he watched his baby sleep.

“That’s a pretty name,” Gabriela commented.

“You think so?” She nodded. “Y/N it is.”

“She needs a middle name too,” Gabriela smiled as she watched how mesmerized Pedro was. She had never seen him in such a new light. She wanted everything for him. She would give the whole world to him if she could.

As Pedro looked at his daughter, he felt like Gabriela had already given him the whole world.

Gabriela looked at the crying baby in front of her, she had heard how mothers couldn’t keep away from their babies. How they would always carry them or be near them, but all Gabriela wanted was to be away from her.

Over the past few weeks, Gabriela found it difficult to bond with the baby or to even hold her. Gabriela found it hard to be excited to be a new mother or even happy to have a healthy baby with the man she loved.

Loved. She wasn’t sure if she did anymore.

She wasn’t sure about anything, anymore.

She felt this was typical of her, once things began to become too real for her, she found a reason to leave. Life was becoming too real for her with Pedro and she was beginning to wonder when she would feel happy again.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered to herself. She held her head in her hands, and the sound of the babies crying grew louder and louder.

Pedro ran into the room, “Gabriela, mi amor,” he began as he swooped the baby up from the bassinet, “Todo esta bien?”

Gabriela looked up at Pedro in tears, “I’m tired, Pedro.”

Pedro sighed, gently rocking the baby back to sleep, “Let me take Y/N to my sisters for the day, you get some rest.”

Gabriela wanted more than just a day. Maybe a few days or a couple of weeks. She watched as Pedro grabbed some things for the day, it wasn’t easy to just get up and leave with a newborn.

“Thank you,” she smiled at Pedro as he planted a kiss on her cheek before leaving.

“Anything for you.”

She knew he meant it. He would do anything for her. She felt guilty for everything she had done to him and everything she will do, but she wanted to feel selfish. She wanted to feel happy. She hated feeling guilty.

She hated feeling depressed.

She had dealt with it too long and she didn’t want her daughter to see her this way.

She had to do something.

The only thing she knew to do. Leave.

Gabriela didn’t have much, to begin with, it was easy for her to pack everything in two suitcases and it didn’t take her long.

Before Gabriela left she knew she had to leave a note. She knew Pedro and their daughter deserved at least an explanation. She felt it was the least she could do.

It was almost dark when Pedro entered his apartment, “Amor,” he called out quietly as he carefully placed the baby carrier on the kitchen table. “I think mami’s asleep,” he said softly as he took the baby out of the carrier. “Let’s go see,” he said. He always spoke to the baby even if she didn’t respond, he just smiled at her as if she had.

Pedro was nervous to become a father, especially at a young age and with a challenging career, but the second he laid eyes on his baby girl he knew that he had just received the best gift in life.

Pedro walked into the bedroom, surprised to see that Gabriela wasn’t in bed. “Weird,” he said as he walked out of the bedroom. He thought that maybe Gabriela left to grab something from the store.

Before he could ponder some more, the baby in his arms began crying, “Alright, alright.” He walked over to the kitchen and began prepping a bottle of milk. He thought of himself as the fastest person to make a bottle of milk because he could do it in under a minute if he was awake enough of course.

He sat on the couch as he fed the baby. After a few minutes, the baby fell asleep. Pedro placed her in her bassinet before walking back out into the kitchen to start dinner. He opened the fridge, but something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Pedro closed the fridge and walked over to the counter where he saw a piece of paper. Pedro’s first thought was it was a note from Gabriela maybe explaining that she went to the store. For a moment, he thought it was pointless to even read it, but of course, he still did.

Pedro,

I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep acting happy when I wasn’t. I love our daughter, but she deserves a mother who wants to be a mother. A mother who is actually happy. You both deserve better. I’m sorry.

Gabriela

Pedro’s heart sank, it was like his world had just turned upside down. Was it him? Was he the reason why Gabriela was no longer happy? Did he miss the signs?

Maybe he should’ve gotten up in the middle of the night a few more times to help out or maybe he should’ve taken the baby from her so she could rest more. He thought he was doing everything he could plus more.

The baby began to cry, pulling Pedro from his thoughts. He walked over to the bedroom where the bassinet was, he couldn’t help but smile at the little one.

“‘S alright,” he whispered as he picked her up. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gently rocked his baby back to sleep. “Papi’s got you,” he whispered.

He looked over at the now empty closet, he didn’t know how he didn’t see it at first. “We’re gonna be okay,” he reassured himself, even though a part of him was hopeful that Gabriela would come back.

Pedro pushed away his thoughts. The damage was done, nothing could be reversed even if he tried so hard to.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, earning a small glare from your dad, he didn’t really like you to get in the habit of cursing. “Sorry, I just forgot my phone at the store.”

“I’ll go get it,” he offered, knowing that you didn’t want to take your chances on running into your mother again.

“Are you sure?”

He nods, “Why don’t you find us a movie to watch, I’ll be back in a few.”

Pedro walked out of the apartment. The store wasn’t far, so it only took him a few minutes to get there.

He walked up to one of the cashiers, “Hi, my daughter was just in here and she lost her phone. It’s an iPhone with a green case, it has some stickers on it, she said she lost it near the front. She left it with a bag of rice.”

“Do you by chance know what kind of stickers?” the cashier asked.

“Yeah, um, it’s a grogu sticker and an uh- moonknight sticker, I think there might be a Bucky Barnes sticker too.” The cashier nodded before talking into the walkie.

“I have someone looking for it right now.”

Pedro nodded, “I’m gonna be right back, I’m just gonna go grab something.” Pedro walked over to the aisle where the rice was, grabbing the bag he needed for dinner before making his way back over to the front. He grabbed a couple of bars of chocolate, your favorite chocolate of course because he knew that it probably couldn’t heal your heart, but it did help.

He placed the bag of rice and bars of chocolates at the register. “Pedro?” He heard a familiar voice.

He felt frozen, unsure if he should act like he didn’t know the person or turn around and act like nothing had ever happened between the two of them. He wanted to be the bigger person, he turned around, “Gabriela.”

“Wow, you look so good, how have you been?” She asked as she looked at the man in awe. He hoped she felt regret looking at him.

“Good,” he said as he looked around, he didn’t see her kids like you had mentioned. “What about you?”

She chuckled, “could be better, this is my second trip to the store in the last fifteen minutes.” Pedro didn’t say anything as he paid for his things. Gabriela cleared her throat, “So, um… how’s Y/N? She’s what twelve?”

Pedro scoffed in disbelief, “Fourteen.”

“Sorry, it’s just been so long, you know?”

Sometimes, it was better to not be the bigger person, “Here’s that phone, mister,” an employee said as he handed Pedro the phone.

Gabriela’s eyes widen as she saw the phone, she had seen it somewhere. “I’ll see you around, Gabriela,” he said as he thanked the employee and walked out of the store with his things.

“Pedro, wait!” Gabriela ditched her items at the counter, running after Pedro. “Pedro!”

Pedro turned around, “What, Gabriela?”

Gabriela sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“A little too late for apologies.”

“She was here earlier today, wasn’t she?” Pedro remained silent, “I didn’t mean for her to-”

“To what? See you with your new family?”

“Pedro, it isn’t like that,” Gabriela tried to explain.

“Then what is it like, Gabriela? Because to us, it looks like you just replaced us for someone better.”

“Pedro, I was depressed and I didn’t know what to do.”

“You could’ve told me,” Pedro hissed. He didn’t want to be mad at her for being depressed, he was angry because she never said anything and he was angry at himself for not trying harder to notice.

“I didn’t know how! You were so happy and you were so helpful, I didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t doing enough!”

“But you did it anyway, you made us feel that way by leaving.”

“Pedro, I fucked up, I know that. I spoke to my husband,” Pedro felt tears well up in his eyes, “we want to get to know Y/N and build something.”

“No,” he hissed. “You’ve done enough.”

“I don’t think that’s for you to decide, Pedro.”

Pedro walked up to Gabriela, “Trust me, Gabriela. You’ve done enough damage and I’ll be damned to see you do any more.” Gabriela remained silent, she felt defeated as she watched Pedro walk away. She knew that she had hurt her daughter, but she felt like she could fix it, but she didn’t know how hurt her daughter really was and how sometimes things can’t really be mended.

Pedro on the other hand, had the urge to punch a wall. He hadn’t felt anger like this in a long time. “Calma,” he told himself as he walked up to the apartment door. He took in a deep breath as he wiped away any evidence of tears on his face. He walked in with a big smile on his face, “Muñeca?”

“In here,” you called out from the couch.

Pedro walked over, tossing the chocolate bars on the coffee table.

“You got me chocolate?” You asked in disbelief. Your eyes were still red and puffy.

Pedro sat down beside you, pulling you in for an embrace and kissing the top of your head, “I love you, mija.”

“I love you too,” you returned the embrace.

Throughout the years, Pedro had dealt with many dark times, some because of Gabriela and some because of his career and family issues. if there was anything that brought him out of it, it was you. You were the reason why he was so happy and content with his life.

You are his reason to continue with the trials and errors of being an actor.

You are his reason.

And he wasn’t gonna let anyone take that away from him.

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