#muñequita part three

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Muñequita pt. III

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Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: vaginal fingering; brief dry humping; oral (m and f receiving); Javi has a filthy mouth; Cum sharing/eating; Javi calls your pussy "she" (Yes this is gonna happen a lot in prob a lot of fics- i just think its hot okay bye). No piv cause they’re responsible this time. It’s date night bitchessss. Alcohol consumption (some wine). Javi being his usual flirtatious self. Guess what they go dancing again. Javi actually knows how to dance (like tango and shit cause his mama. I however do not know how to dance I just like watching people dance okay goodbye). Javi being an absolute fucking gentleman.

Again, super long

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Date night with Javier came faster than you thought it would, the next two days practically flying by with Valeria in school for most of the day, allowing you to relax and actually clean the house, and then spent the rest of your time obsessing over your date with Javi.

At about three o’clock, four hours before your date, you were sitting in the salon chair getting your hair washed and done up. Your nerves had your leg shaking and you had to keep reminding yourself to stop it so your hair wouldn’t come out janky.

When your hair was done you paid and then rushed home, letting Valeria sit in the bathroom while you got ready, even putting a little lipgloss on her when she asked you to. “Where are you going?” She asked curiously.

“Papá is taking me out on a date.” Valeria gasped loudly. “You didn’t tell me?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” You laughed softly. “You have to tell me next time, mami!” “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you next time.” You shook your head fondly. “You would probably know if you weren’t so obsessed with Elmo.” She groaned. “But you said not to listen to grown up stuff!” You pursed your lips a little. She had you there. “You’re a very good listener, Valeria.” You kissed the top of her head. “Now, papá will be here in… half an hour. How many minutes is that?”

“Thirty!” Valeria threw her hands up as she shouted the number, making you smile. “Muy bien. Una muñequita tan lista.” Very good. Such a smart little doll You said happily, walking out of the bathroom with her, subconsciously straightening and fiddling with the hem of it.

You were so nervous you hadn’t been able to eat anything all day, your stomach twisting itself into knots and flipping upside down and inside out. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, Javi liked you, you knew that, and he loved Valeria.

But even still, the what ifs started to plague your brain. What if he says something funny and drink comes shooting out of your nose all over him? What if he just finds your laugh annoying? (Absolutely ridiculous because he’d explicitly told you the night you met that he absolutely adored it) what if the date goes astronomically well and then just as you’re about to seal the deal, clothes strewn, he decides he doesn’t like your body post-baby?

You have cellulite now, stretch marks across your stomach and the insides of your thighs, the tightly pulled skin more sensitive than all those years ago. What if he decides he prefers women with smoother skin, unbothered by blemishes?

“¿Mami? ¿Qué te pasa?” Mommy? What’s wrong? Valeria tugged on your hand and you looked down at her. “Nothing. I’m fine, sweetheart.” You kissed her cheek and went to sit down with her, or more to let her sit while you stayed standing, not wanting to crease your dress before Javi saw it in all its original glory. After a moment you heard Valeria’s little voice speak up.

“You look pretty, mommy.” You looked over at her and smiled softly, stopping your pacing to go over to her. “Thank you, Valeria.” You sighed and finally sat down. “I’m nervous.” You told her, laughing lightly.

“Why?” You opened your mouth and then closed it, humming. “… I’m just worried he won’t… like me like he did.” Valeria didn’t seem to understand, frowning deeply and shaking her head. “But… he asked you on a date.” You bit your lip. Leave it to a five year old to inadvertently tell you to get your head out of your ass.

“That’s… true.” You laughed. “I’m sorry, Muñequita. It’s adult stuff.” Valeria looked at you funny but dropped it and looked back at the tv, leaning into you now that you were sitting down.

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When a knock finally came Valeria perked up and bolted to the door, peering through one of the side windows to make sure it was Javi before yanking the door open excitedly, just barely able to reach the handle. “Daddy!” She squealed, throwing herself into his legs as Javier laughed, overjoyed that Valeria was still so excited to see him.

“Valeria!” He gushed, reaching down to pick her up with one arm, the other holding flowers. “You look handsome, daddy.” Valeria giggled and played with Javi’s tie, when she saw the flowers, though she gasped loudly before he could respond.

“Are those for mommy?” She whispered as you came around the corner. Javier grinned and nodded. “They are for mommy.” He looked over when he heard your footsteps and his smile slipped but was replaced instead with a shocked expression, his eyes running over your frame as he gently set Valeria down. “Hey.” He said softly.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you shifted. “Hey.” You smiled softly. “Mommy! Daddy got you flowers, look!” Valeria pointed to the flowers as she bounced. “They’re so pretty!” Your eyes fell to the flowers as Javier held them out to you.

“Oh- Javi you didn’t have to get-“ “what kinda dad would I be if I didn’t show Valeria how a man is supposed to treat her on a date?” Javi raised a brow and you couldn’t help but laugh as you took them. “Besides… hard workin’ mama like yourself needs some pretty flowers.” You felt your cheeks warm up as you smiled and brought the flowers up to sniff. “… thank you. I’m gonna put them in water and uh… then we have to run Valeria to Mrs. Sanders’ and then we can go.” You laughed softly.

Javi nodded and followed you inside while you put the flowers in water and made sure you had everything you needed, mumbling to yourself. Keys, purse, phone, Valeria and Javi-you pointed towards where they stood by the door-and my brain. “Okay let’s go.”

Javi looked down at Valeria with a does-she-always-do-this kinda face, to which Valeria responded with a simple nod. You stopped in front of them and put your hands on your hips, clearing your throat. When they looked at you, you saw two identical puppy eyed what faces, causing you to shake your head. “Come on, Mrs. Sanders is waiting.”

“Mommy she told you to call her Sandy.” Valeria put her tiny hands on her tiny hips and raised a brow at her. “Okay, Miss sassafras.” “Miss sassafras?” Javi looked at you curiously and you shrugged. “Something my grandma used to say when I got sassy.” You looked back at Valeria, missing the way he smiled and gazed at the two of you, like you were his whole world.

Javi held Valeria on your short walk across yards, even though you’d told both of them she was more than capable of doing it alone. They both had the same excuse it’s dark out! They just met and they were already two peas in a pod. Your actual womb was practically bursting at the sight of them connecting so quickly.

As you stepped onto the porch and knocked, Javi looked around and then at you. “I know why your neighborhood seems familiar now.” “Oh, really?” Before he could answer the door swung open and there was a loud squeal.

“¡Javier! ¡Qué alegría verte! Bienvenido a casa, ¡mira qué guapo te has puesto!” Javier! Oh it’s so good to see you! Welcome home, look how handsome you’ve gotten! Sandy pulled Javi and, by association, Valeria into a bone crushing hug. “¡Adelante, adelante! No te entretendré mucho, pero necesito verte a la luz, Dios mío.” Come in, come in! I won’t keep you long but I need to see you in the light, my goodness She ushered the three of you in. “My gosh. How have you been, Javi?”

You stepped into her living room, Javi sitting Valeria on the couch and smiling at Sandy. “I’m good, Sandy. How’ve you been?” “Oh I’ve been okay. Much better now that I have y/n and Valeria to keep me company.” Javi grinned and looked at you, absolutely charmed that you kept his tia-by-association company in her old age. “They’re good company to keep, no?” Javi’s cheeks turned just a flash pink before he was nodding in agreement. “They are.”

You felt your own face warm up and Sandy laughed softly. “Okay, you two go on now. You and I can catch up another time. You have reservations to get to. Off you go.” Sandy was practically shoving you out the door now. “Jeez, where’s the love?”

“It’s there. Feel it. Embrace it. Now share it. Goodnight I will see you tomorrow. Valeria say goodbye to mommy and daddy!” “¡Adiós mamá! ¡Adiós papá!” Goodbye, mommy! Goodbye, daddy! Valeria yelled, occupied with her cookies and tv.

“That’s all we’re getting.” You laughed, the two of you calling goodbye back to her before going to Javi’s truck. Javi, of course opened your door for you and even took your hand to help stabilize you while you got into his truck.

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About twenty-five minutes later after a fifteen minute drive and a ten minute wait, you were seated at your table, Javier looking over the wine list. “This place doesn’t have beer but I remember you saying you liked red, and they have good reds.” You felt your cheeks warm up, remembering momentarily mentioning, six years ago mind you, that you preferred red wine over most alcohol drinks, joking that it made you feel fancy but it also just didn’t upset your stomach quite as much as other kinds did.

“You remember that?” You asked curiously. He looked up over the top of the menu and pursed his lips a bit before he nodded. “Yeah.” He said softly, shrugging. “… I remember a lot of the stuff we talked about.” He smiled softly. You smiled shyly and looked down. “I do, too.” You said softly and he nodded, reaching across the table slowly. “I’m glad you agreed to this.” He gently took your hand and you laughed softly as you laced your fingers with his. “Me too.”

“I know I’ve said it four times since we got in my truck but you really look good tonight.” You laughed softly and looked down as your face warmed up. “Thank you, Javi. So do you. I like that tie.”

Javier looked down at his tie and grinned. “Yeah? Thanks, Christmas gift from my dad.” He muttered, his smile dropping a little as he remembered all the Christmases he’d missed and felt the guilt build in his stomach as you reached across the table, taking his hand in yours.

“Jav… it’s not your fault, okay?” You said softly, squeezing his hand. “It’s mine. I should’ve told you.” You chewed on your lip. “Her birthday is in a few months, though. You can make it up to her then. Besides… she understands why she never got presents from you, you were busy. Fighting the Chicos malos, remember?” Javier chuckled softly and shook his head.

“… she really thinks I’m some kinda hero.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement, like he was testing the words, getting a feel for them. “Cause you are, Javi.” You rolled your eyes. “Maybe not by traditional standards, but you are a type of hero. Especially to her.” You said softly. “You can’t freak out every time she says it. Otherwise you’ll be in a constant state of freaked the fuck out.”

Javier actually laughed this time, boisterously, and the sight made you smile, laughing with him as he nodded. “Fine. Fine. I’ll stop.” He sighed and looked down at the wine menu again. “Alright… I think I know which one we’re gonna get. You can get whatever you want to eat, Querida. Don’t worry about the price.”

You wondered briefly why he said that- and then you looked at the menu and choked on your own spit. “Jesus- Javi this is-“ “if you say this is too much I’m gonna shove a breadstick in your mouth.” Javi picked up a breadstick and pointed it at you, his eyes locked onto his own food menu. “You birthed my child by yourself five years ago. The least I can do is buy you an expensive dinner.”

You closed your mouth and pouted a little before nodding. “Okay.” You sighed softly and looked through the menu, finding yourself subconsciously looking at the cheaper things on the menu before wandering over towards the higher priced items, deciding to go with the lowest priced thing from the more expensive items.

After the waiter came and took your orders, he poured you both a glass of the wine Javi before leaving the bottle there in a bucket of ice, and then walking away to take other orders. You and Javi talked about the wine, you knowing more about what to say since Javi was more of a liquor or beer man.

“… how long was it? Your labor?” He asked softly after a few minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence. “Oh god.” You laughed softly. “Um… 26 hours.” His eyes got wide. “26-?!” He looked around when a bunch of old people looked at him and you smiled awkwardly and waved shyly. “26 hours?” He whisper-shouted, leaning across the table.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That’s an entire day plus two hours.” “Last time I checked.” “Fuck..” you laughed softly. “How the hell did you look so good in that picture?” You blinked a couple times and raised a brow. “Good? Javi- I’m covered in sweat, afterbirth, tears. I look like I just lost a fight with a UFC fighter.”

Javier started shaking his head. “You look fucking gorgeous in that photo.” “You’re actually psychotic, I’m afraid. I look like a troll guarding a bridge.” “Don’t talk about the mother of my child that way.” Javi tore a piece of breadstick off and chucked it at you, his eyebrows lifting when it fell right into your dress.

You looked down at your chest and then up at him and the two of you started laughing. “Great. Now it’s gotta stay in there.” You shook your head. “Sorry.” “Are you?” “…. Not really. That was funny.” You were still laughing about it when the waiter came back with your food, offering you both a polite smile as he announced each meal as he sat the plates down, turning them as he did so like he was showing off the food, you returned the smile and thanked him, your stomach growling louder than you wanted it to at the sight of the food.

You looked up and saw the waiter and Javier looking at you with cheeky looks. You looked between them. “I eat Dino nuggets and tater tots three times a week- any other time is spaghetti or white people tacos, okay? I’m stuck on the diet of a toddler. This food looks like heaven on a plate.”

The two of them chuckled and the waiter bid his goodbye before scampering off to do his job, sparing one last look at the two of you- you were a cute couple, usually he hated his customers but you two were just too cute to have any hate towards.

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“Dessert?” You looked up from your now empty plate towards Javier with wide eyes. “Huh?” “Do you want dessert?” Javier chuckled. “Oh god… oh my god yes.” You reached across the table, your eyes glossy and begging. “I can have the whole thing to myself?”

“Of course you can.” Javier laughed and you groaned happily. “Oh my god this is the best night of my life.” You shook your head. “I have to share everything with Valeria. Believe me I love her and I love sharing with her but… sometimes I want to eat a whole sundae by myself- or actually get to eat the ice cream I ordered because she decided to be adventurous and then decided she didn’t want the one she had- halfway through eating it so we were too far to turn around.”

“Wow.” “Sorry- I’m not trying to scare you away.” Javier shook his head frantically. “You’re not. It’s obvious you love her. I love spending time with her, and honestly I’d give her whatever the fuck she wanted from me.” You laughed and nodded. “Those big brown eyes certainly have that effect. I’m glad she got your eyes.” “I’m just glad she didn’t get my nose.” You laughed harder and shook your head. “Stop, Javi. I like your nose.”

Javi scrunched his face and shook his head. “It’s just a nose, Querida. Nothing to like about it.” You felt your cheeks warm up a little, thinking of a few things to like about it. Javier seemed to notice because a slow smirk stretched across his face. “Bonito.” Cute. He teased as you shook your head. “Shut up and eat your dessert.”

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You were back in his truck now, looking around curiously as the scenery turned from familiar to unfamiliar. “Where are we going?” You looked over at Javier curiously, brows furrowed.

He chuckled softly. “It’s a surprise.” You raised a brow. “A surprise?” He nodded. “Yes. A surprise.” He looked over at you and grinned. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll like it.” He winked and you shook your head, cheeks warming as you looked out the window.

Soon enough he pulled up outside- “Javi, is this a dance studio?” You looked up at the building, which adorned a giant sign with ballerina feet. “You’ve cracked another case, Sherlock.” Javier chuckled and got out, jogging over to your side to open the door.

“Why are we at a dance studio?” You asked as he helped you out. “They hold classes once a week.” His cheeks flushed as you looked at him. “… so that’s why you chose today.” He shrugged. “You liked La Bachata… so I thought maybe you’d like to try tango or something.” Your cheeks got hot as you shifted shyly. “Javi… that’s sweet.” You couldn’t think of what else to say. Sweet was the only word your brain could muster.

Javi chuckled and nodded. “Come on.” He took your hand and guided you to the door, opening it to let you in first. Once you got inside you found what room the class was in and felt your nerves start to scratch at your skin the closer you got to the door.

“You won’t laugh if I suck, right?” Javi laughed softly and shook his head. “Of course I won’t laugh, Hermosa.” He kissed your cheek gently. “I’ll help you. Been dancin’ since I was a niño pequeño.” Little boy. That made you even more nervous. Great. Now you were going to make a fool in front of Javi, who’s been doing this shit since he was in fucking diapers.

"Oh, great. That makes me feel so much better." You shook your head with a soft laugh and chewed on your lip. "Okay, let's go." You smiled and he nodded happily. "You'll have a good time. I promise." "I better." You teased. You knew the chances of you not having a good time were slim to none, you enjoyed being around Javi, it didn't really matter what you were doing.

When you walked into the room you were relieved to see some of the people already there seemed just as nervous as you felt, so you could relax a bit, comforted by the notion of not being the only inexperienced one seconds away from having a massive coronary.

The instructors, thankfully, were extremely nice, even if their Latin beauty made you hate them because who shimmers in florescent fucking lighting? You'd bet your whole salary that she didn't have a single stretch mark or cellulite dent.

When they had all the couples spread out across the dance floor they circled around the room, straightening posture and getting everyone into the right positions and stances. When the woman got to you, her skin golden, arms slender as she set them on her waist and tsked her tongue at you and Javier, you felt judged but not derogatorily so, more so like she was expecting something... more from the two of you, like she could feel the tensions radiating off of you..

"No, no, no. Esto no va a hacer." No, no, no. This will not do. She put her hands on your backs. "Too much space, get closer." She nudged the two of you closer and nodded when your chests bumped together. "Perfect." She smirked, gave you a little wink, and then spun on her heel and made her way back to her husband, an equally attractive Latin man with lighter skin, but his hair just as dark and eyes just as sultry as his wife's.

You watched her go and looked up at Javier curiously, your face burning. “Javi- I don’t have the coordination for this.” “Nonsense.” Javier shook his head. “You’ll do great, besides, look at the rest of these goofballs. None of them have a sexy Latin to keep them on their feet.” You shook your head at him, laughing softly. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” Javier shrugged a little. "For you." He added with a wink.

You and the other students watched the instructors, moving with them as they showed each move a couple times, before letting the couples practice while just focusing on themselves.

Javier was good, of course he was, he practically came out the womb doing this shit. Because you had a partner that knew all the steps already, it was easy for you to get a grasp on the dance and soon enough you and Javier were moving around the floor gracefully.

You weren’t quite as confident in your moves as Javier was, which means you didn’t quite put your all into it, but the longer you danced, the more you felt Javier’s hands on your waist or sliding over your arms. You felt yourself fall further into the dance, moving more freely and less stiff.

When Javi spun you out without much of a warning you yelped, his grip on your hand kept you from spinning away completely, though. When he brought you back to his chest it was just as abrupt but not out of beat or clumsy, you let out a gasp as his free arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you tight against his chest, and then dipped you down in one fluid motion, letting go of your hand in favor of grabbing onto your thigh.

His arm around your waist, his fingers digging into your thigh, they were driving you crazy, the skin practically on fire under his calloused fingers, the digits twitching near the hem of your dress, like he wanted to push his hand up higher.

Your face and neck burned as he grinned and kissed you, slowly bringing you up, you heard clapping around you. Nothing crazy, just soft respectful claps as you shook your head. “Javi-“ “you did fantastic.” Javi chuckled and held your chin between his fingers. “Just like I thought. Practically a natural.” You shook your head again with a soft laugh. "Javi..." you repeated.

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When the class was over, the instructors stood by the door to tell everyone goodnight and to invite them back the next week.

You and Javi were closer on the way back to his truck, his arm around your waist as he opened your door for you. You kissed his cheek before getting into the truck, you knew the date would be over soon, Javi would take you home and since Valeria was staying the night with Sandy, you’d be alone and left to do house work until you got tired.

"Sorry i kissed you like that around all those people." He chuckled once he got in the driver's side. "I've been wantin' to kiss you all night, you look fucking fantastic in that dress." He started the truck as he turned his head towards you. You smiled and shook your head, reaching out to hold one of his hands while he drove. "Believe me- it was more than okay." You laughed softly.

"I've really missed you, Javi. I'm comfortable around you, even then, even now." You squeezed his hand and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. "i wanted to call, or write but I... I was just so scared and I.. I didn't want to distract you over there... I knew it was dangerous there and I didn't want you to get hurt because you found out I kept her from you."

Javi got a soft forwn on his face as he started shaking his head. "I understand, Querida. Don't feel bad. I wasn't ready to be a dad- mentally or.. physically. I wasn't a good man over there. I'm not convinced I am one over here but... I want to try. For you and her."

You smiled softly and squeezed his hand tightly. "We would love that, Javi. We really would." You said softly, leaning over to press another kiss to his cheek. He smiled and leaned into it as he nodded. "Good. I don't know what I would do if you told me you didn't want me in your lives."

You shook your head. "I'd never say that- for one I'm pretty sure Valeria would probably smother me in my sleep- if the guilt didn't kill me first." Javi chuckled and chewed on his lip. "I'm glad she likes me so much." "Likes you? Javi she's been in love with you since she was old enough to know you existed." You laughed softly.

"She used to... beg me to tell stories about you. About us..." You looked down with a small frown. "I never had much to tell her. But I made sure she knew it was my fault you weren't around. She's never had any ill-will towards you, no malice, nothing. I told her how... easy it was to be around you, though, how comfortable I was.. and she knows we weren't.. together. She doesn't understand how that works but she knows no one left or gave up." You said softly. "She... gets a little sad seeing all the other little girls with their daddies, sometimes she would.. get mad at me for it, for not telling you." Javi furrowed his brows and you shook your head. "I preferred it that way- her being mad at me instead of you." You shrugged and smiled softly at him.

"We don't have to worry about that anymore, though. You're here now, you know, and you're not running in the other direction. She loves you, you're absolutely smitten with her. All we have to focus on now is the future." Javi nodded in agreement, looking at you occasionally as he drove. He could tell you felt bad, guilty, about not saying anything to him sooner, and he hated that you felt that way.

The rest of the drive was quiet, comfortable, but still quiet. When he pulled into your driveway you took a deep breath and looked at him. "Do you... maybe wanna come in? For some wine or.. or something?" You didn't have to do anything, you weren't planning to anyway. You didn't have condoms inside, you weren't on birth control. Those were things you hadn't needed for six years, and as much as you would love to take Javi into your bedroom and let him fill you with another baby- doing something like that now would be incredibly.. dumb and premature.

Javi smiled at your offer and turned his truck off. "I would love to." He said softly before getting out and jogging over to your side, pulling open your door and taking your hand to help you out the same way he'd helped you in earlier- a quick peek over his shoulder shows Sandy peering out her window with a smirk before she disappeared.

You shook your head a little and headed to the door with Javi, opening it and stepping inside.

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Truly, you had to be an idiot to think you could be alone, in a private setting with Javi, and not want him in or on top of you. Add wine and one of your CDs to the mix and you're truly, truly fucked.

It had started simple enough, Javi stayed in the living room while you went into the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of red you've had opened since he left that first night. When you'd come back you'd found him standing near your stereo, loosening his tie a bit as he looked at your collection. Both of your shoes were sitting neatly by the door in the cubby you'd bought after Valeria started walking, wanting somewhere for her to put her shoes when she took them off. The sight had your chest warming.

"... you can put one in if you want." He looked good, the lighting of your house was brighter than the restuarant but softer than the dance studio, making his skin look tanner and more touchable, you had to look away to compose yourself. "Yeah?" Javi looked at you and then back at the CDs. "Any particular one you feel like hearing?" You hummed, slowly shaking your head as you filled the glasses about halfway before setting the bottle down. "Not really, whatever you wanna listen to."

It took him a minute, but soon you heard the disc tray slide out, a cd drop on it, and then the sound of it sliding back in before the music started.

A soft smile pulled at your lips as the sound of 'Big Love' by Fleetwood Mac started to fill your ears. Your favorite. You picked up the glasses and carried them over to Javi, extending one out to him. "How'd you know this was my favorite album?" Javi chuckled and picked up the worn out case. "Intuition." He teased.

You'd showed him around a little, your house was ground floor so there were no basements or attics or upstairs to venture towards, and since he'd already seen Valeria's bedroom, and your bathroom there wasn't much else to show him, besides your bedroom, but that felt like it held an implication, a duty, so you avoided it and led him back to the couch.

It was inevitable, really, that you would end up here, Javi's lips molding against yours as your tongues pressed and twisted together as the sound of 'Everywhere' filled the house. If your mouth wasn't so occupied you probably would've laughed at how accurately it described how you'd felt about Javi since having him back.

You were perched on his lap at this point, your hips rocking together languidly. His hands were gripping your dress, bunching it up at your waist tightly, ruining that pristine perfection you'd been so worried about earlier, likely bruising your hips- except now you couldn't care about the possible bruising or the crinkles in your dress. How could you? Javi was panting into your mouth, letting out deep, quiet moans with every synchronized grind of your hips, your sounds mixing together with Stevie Nicks' voice. You'd be a fool to care about crinkling a dress when this was happening.

"You gonna show me your bedroom?" He mumbled softly and the sentence had your stomach fluttering like a teenager. "I don't have condoms." You rushed out quickly, swallowing thickly as he raised a brow. "Me neither.. obviously the birth control thing doesn't work." He teased and you laughed softly, your cheeks warming up.

"But.. y'know I can still make you cum without fucking you- and I don't know if you remember but I love it almost as much as the first thing." Your eyes widened as he smirked, watching the realization flood your face. "Now... unless you're not into it- which I know you definitely were into it." He eased you off his lap and stood up. "You left one room out of your tour."

You shook your head and grabbed his hand before tugging him towards your bedroom, chewing on your lip. "I don't look the same... my body, it's different" You told him once you got to your room, clearing your throat a little as he moved closer to you. "Well.. obviously, Querida." He chuckled softly and grabbed your chin, lifting your head to look at him. "Tuviste un bebé. Mi bebé." You had a baby. My baby. He whispered softly, nudging his nose against yours lightly. "It's loved and grown and cared for a little baby." He added, his free hand sliding up your curves, over your stomach, and finally up to palm one of your breasts, making your breath hitch.

You swallowed thickly and chewed on your lip. "I'm bigger now, and I've got stretch marks and cellulite-" "Your body is proud of it's accomplishments, that's all that is, showing the world how strong you are." He purred softly, tilting your head up more before he leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, sliding them over the soft skin with gentle kisses. "You should be just as proud."

He walked you towards your bed, his hands coming up to pull the zipper of your dress down your back, and then slipping it over your shoulders, groaning softly as he watched it fall to the floor, taking your hands to help you step out of it before turning you around, a wide grin on his face as he took a step back. "Mamacita.." He purred softly, sliding his eyes over you hungrily. "Mírate. Fucking beautiful." look at you.

"Javi... you're still wearing your clothes." He chuckled. "I know, Mamacita. Wait on the bed, get comfortable." You pouted and he chuckled. "You're not going to until I let you undress me, are you?" You shook your head defiantly and he rolled his eyes fondly before pulling you in. "Fine." He whispered before kissing you softly.

You smiled against his lips, your hands coming up to pull his tie loose and toss it somewhere, quickly followed by that jacket before you started unbuttoning his shirt, not as fast as you'd rid him of his tie and jacket, and when you finally had it untucked and off his shoulders you pulled away and pushed him back a little.

Your lips separated with a soft smack and you could've sworn you heard Javi whine. He frowned at first, thinking you wanted to stop, and then he saw the look in your eyes, how you were eating him up like he'd done you moments ago. Then, you reached out and grabbed his belt buckle, tugging him forward and kissing him again.

He groaned loudly and grabbed your hips tightly, moaning as your hands tugged his belt open and out of the loops. Once his slacks were pushed down he stepped out of them and pushed you back towards your bed, watching you fall down on it with a soft groan. "Been dreamin' about doin' this again for years, baby.” He climbed over you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You shuddered and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, tilting your head so he’d have more room. “Me too, Javi.” You said softly. “Haven’t been with anybody since you.” You bit your lip as he leaned back to look down at you. “What?”

You shook your head a little and shifted. “Haven’t wanted to. Haven’t needed to.” You said softly. “I felt bad, Y’know Valeria’s just a baby.. it would’ve felt wrong.” You chewed on your lip as you looked up at him, swallowing thickly. “And when I was pregnant… well I was pregnant, Y’know? Fat and sweaty and gross.” Javi shook his head. “You couldn’t be gross. Ever.” He gripped your chin tightly and leaned down to kiss you. "Talk down about my baby mama-" he muttered against your neck disapprovingly, making you laugh softly. "Should be ashamed." He added

“Bet you looked gorgeous pregnant.” Javi kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your chin before leaning back again. “Would’ve been all over you, Querida.” He purred, nudging his nose against your cheek. "Not gonna miss the second one."

"Second one?" You teased with a soft laugh. Javi hummed and nodded, kissing your neck. "Mhm. Gonna stay around, make you mine, make both of y'all mine. Have a big happy family." You felt your cheeks warm up, smiling up at him.

"you sure you want that? Wanna be stuck in little Laredo with me and a house full of babies?" Javi grinned widely and leaned down to kiss you. "As long as you're the mama." He purred softly before trailing his lips down your torso, peering up at you.

"For right now, though... we can settle for this. For our one little baby." He said softly, nipping lightly at your skin as you shuddered. "Can worry about filling you up later, after I put a ring on that finger." You didn't know how truthful he was being, if he actually wanted to marry you or if he was just overwhelmed with all these familiar emotions. But you hoped he meant it, prayed he meant it.

His lips ghosted over your core, still covered in the soft black lace you'd put on earlier- just because you weren't expecting him to see you like this, doesn't mean you can't wear something to give you some confidence. You let out a soft gasp and looked down at him, swallowing thickly. The only orgasming you'd done since Valeria was born was from masturbating, and it wasn't a recurring thing because Valeria often ended up sleeping in your bed before morning.

Lately you hadn't been able to make yourself cum at all, too busy caring for Valeria, working, or cleaning up the house. Of course, night time was usually when you took your chance, but Val was having trouble sleeping lately, which usually meant by ten she was knocking on your door and asking for milk or to sleep with you, and you could never say no to her.

"Querida?" Javi's voice drifted to your ears and you looked down at him from the ceiling, blinking a little. "You okay?" You nodded quickly. "Uh-huh. I'm okay." Javi chuckled softly. "Alright, looked like you were somewhere else for a second there- I hope I'm not boring you already." His tone was teasing but you could see a flash of something else, too, doubt maybe? Insecurity?

You widened your eyes and shook your head rapidly. "No- absolutely not." You laughed softly. "Sorry- just- been a few months since I've been able to get enough time to myself to.. y'know enjoy myself to completion." Javi's eyes widened. "I guess that's what I was thinking about."

"Not even in the shower?" you shrugged a little. "My showers hardly ever exceed 15 minutes and honestly I'm pretty sure Valeria would literally run away towards something more entertaining if I took too long." Javi laughed softly and nodded like he understood where you were coming from.

"Okay-I promise I'm not gonna be in my head anymore. I'm here. completely here." Javi smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss to your lips before he was diving back down again.

He was taunting you a bit this time, pressing feather light kisses to your core as he slowly tugged the panties down your legs, humming as he scraped his teeth lightly against your skin, chuckling softly when your thighs twitched as he went over the stretchmarks, looking up at you with a smirk.

You couldn't make yourself look away if Jesus himself came down and told you it would save the world. Damn the world, Javier Peña was between your legs, sliding his tongue over the insides of your thighs before finally, finally putting it where you wanted it and sliding it firmly through your folds, flattening his tongue completely as you shuddered.

"Javi..." you moaned and dropped your head back, your eyelids finally fluttering shut. You whined though when as you'd pushed up towards javi's face, he was pushing you back down against the mattress and holding you there firmly, looking at you through his lashes.

He was holding your clit in his mouth, tongue massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves when you felt a finger nudge at your hole and then slip in ever so slowly. Your back arched and you moaned, your eyelids fluttering but not really opening.

Javi was moaning against you, pushing his hips down into the mattress as he groaned, sucking on your clit happily. The noises he was making were driving you up the wall, sending vibrations through you that had your legs shaking, whimpering happily and tangling your fingers tightly in his hair. "J-Javi.. fuck." You moaned, chewing on your lip as you looked down at him.

"Feels so good, Javi." Javi smirked a little against you, humming softly. He held eye contact with you, one hand still firmly gripping your hip as he slid a second finger into you and curling them up.

You let out a soft gasp, your hips jerking up a bit as he started thrusting and curling his fingers, his mouth still sucking on your clit while simultaneously massaging it with his tongue. His fingers were thrusting in and out of you, curling and twisting as he fucked you with them, his eyes glued to yours.

Eventually you started to tug on his hair, trying to bring him up with weak whines. Javi, who remembered how you'd begged him to kiss you that night, latching your lips to his whenever you had the chance, immediately caught on and let you pull him up into a breathy kiss. That night it took him no time to realized how much you liked to be kissed, how your breath would leave you and you would let out the cutest sound, he found it endearing, not to mention ironic because even though he didn't seem like the type- Javi was big on kissing.

There was something about the vanilla taste of most lipglosses, the soft stickiness it left behind, that made his heart purr and curl up like a warm kitten. Maybe it was the implication of a good time, or even just the soft intimacy of having someone kiss him, want him for something that didn't involve shoving a gun in someone's face or putting cold metal cuffs around their wrists.

Eating someone out was a close second to kissing them, a very very close second, and as much as he loved being buried in a tight, warm, wet pussy, those two things blew fucking out of the water. But, in his six year journey of thinking about you all the time, he came to realize that if he tried the scale on you, tried to think of which he preferred more, he couldn't even compare them.

It was corny as shit and if he thought about it too much it freaked him out, but evertyhing with you was his favorite thing. He wanted it all, all the time.

As he kissed you he eased in a third finger and pressed his thumb against your clit and slowly circling it, humming softly as you moaned against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him closer to you since he was still holding you down with that other hand.

With Javi this close to you, his cock laying heavily against you, his fingers fucking and massaging inside you, when he rediscovered your gspot you'd twitched around his fingers, he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, and your jaw went slack, breaking the kiss, but with no sound actually coming out.

"Ahí está. Apuesto a que me extrañó /tanto/." There she is. I bet she missed me /so much/. He purred, continuing to massage your g-spot, watching the way your eyelids fluttered and then finally closed, brows furrowing as you let out breathy moans, his name occasionally slipping out. "Doing so good for me, mamacita. Squeezing my fingers so well." Your stomach twitched when his warm precum started to dribble onto your stomach, ears burning at his words. "Javi." You shuddered. "You're being vulgar." You said softly.

"Oh, Querida... but she loves when i talk about her." He purred, starting to add more pressure to your clit and gspot, making you moan louder as your chest pressed up into his, your nails dragging down his back an inch before they stopped. "She just cries and throbs for me~" You shuddered and whimpered softly.

You wanted to have some kind of upperhand here, wanted to return the favor, so you gathered his precum from where it was pooling on your torso and gripped the base of his cock, watching as his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched. "Fuck- you don't have to. Could probably cum just from this."

You shook your hand and drug your hand up slowly, watching the way his shoulders shuddered and his muscles trembled under the skin. The same way they had then when you touched him, the same way you'd felt them trembling that first night, and again at dinner, and again when you were dancing. Javi's muscles quaked every time you touched him, sometimes sending a full shiver through him, other times making his fingers twitch or his hand curl up and rub his palm like he was squeezing a stress ball.

"Wanna make you cum, Javi." You moaned and pushed down on his fingers, not matching the speed he was using. "Want you to cum in my mouth, though." You whined. "Only got to taste it once." He groaned and dropped his face into your neck, fucking into your hand a little, stopping his hand in favor of throughly massaging your gspot and clit with the same circular motions. When his hand slid from your hip and to the bottom of your abdomen, immediately pressing down, not enough to hurt you, but hard enough that everything felt a hundred times better.

"Javi- Javi I-I'm gonna..." your hand was moving sloppier now, a little slower as your orgasm started to demand its release from its six month prison. "Joder, sí, mamacita. Cum para mí. Empapa mis dedos- mierda- quiero ver esa cara bonita cuando te corras. Keep your eyes open." Fuck, yes. Cum for me. Soak my fingers- shit- I want to see that pretty face when you cum. He pressed his forehead against yours, groaning happily as he lazily fucked your hand, you wanted to taste him and he was happy to let that happen, but your hand felt so fucking good, so until you came down he was going to take a little advantage of that.

You came with a loud cry, arching your back as your legs trembled and you felt an unfamilar gushing feeling. You did your best to keep your eyes open, looking up into Javi's big brown ones made it a little easier. "There you go, baby. Fuck, look at you. Fucking gorgeous, especially when you cum." You shuddered and whined. "Did- did I-" "You did." Javi chuckled softly and kissed you softly as he circled your clit slowly, when your hips jerked away he stopped and kissed your neck. "Did so good for me, too." "You were trying to make me do that." "Well, duh. You said you haven't cum in months. Had to make the first one after a dry spell mind-blowing."

You blinked rapidly and shook your head slowly before kissing him deeply, sitting up and cupping his cheeks before you pulled away. "Sit back." He grinned and did as he was told, leaning back against your headboard and watching as you got between his legs, licking his lips slowly.

He set his hand on the back of your head, not pushing or tugging on your hair, just holding his hand there. You felt his other hand grasp at your fingertips and you coudn't help but smile against the skin of his stomach, sliding your hand up to lace your fingers together.

When you finally got to where he wanted your mouth, lips grazing over the length of his cock, he gasped and dropped his head back, muttering something in Spanish that was too quiet for you to hear good enough. You smiled and hummed softly before using your free hand to grasp the base of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and slowly sliding down, taking him all the way down your throat with just a little resistance, your throat not used to be stuffed so full.

"Fuck- look at you." Javi groaned, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. "So pretty with my cock in your mouth." His hips jerked a bit, making you gag. "Joder. Lo siento, cariño. Lo siento." Fuck. I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry. He said softly, forcing himself to settle his hips back down against the mattress.

Once you felt your throat relax a bit around him you breathed in through your nose and started bobbing your head up and down, looking up towards him through your lashes. The sight was heavenly, Javi's eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving as he panted and moaned, his hand gripping your hair while the other squeezed your hand, muttering under his breath.

With each pull up you pressed your tongue to the vein on the underside of his cock. When you got to his tip you'd stop there, focus on sucking there while your hand focused on the rest of his shaft, your tongue circled and pressed under the edge. Javi groaned loudly and gripped your hair a little tighter. "Maldita sea. Echaba de menos esa boca. Me arrastraría por el infierno sobre mis manos y rodillas si pudiera sentir esa boca para siempre." God damn. I missed that mouth. I'd crawl through hell on my hands and knees if I could feel that mouth forever. He dropped his chin to look down at you, pupils blown and eyes glossy.

He looked so pretty, sweat beading on his forehead and temples. You wondered briefly if you should've turned the air up a little, but ignored the thought and went back to bobbing your head, sucking harder whenever you got to his tip, your hand following your mouth's path.

It wasn't long before Javi's breathing got harsher, his moans became weak grunts and whimpers, and he was spilling into your mouth, his hips jerking up as his hand tugged on your hair and the other squeezed your hand. You were quick to swallow as much of it as you could, some of it spilling from your mouth and out the corners.

Javi looked down at you, panting heavily and shaking his head before he pulled you off of his cock with a soft pop. "C'mere." He mumbled, humming softly before sticking his tongue out and licking his cum from the corners of your mouth before kissing you deeply.

You moaned and kissed him back eagerly, grabbing onto his shoulders lightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. "So beautiful, baby. So good at that, too. Fuck." He said softly, peppering you in little kisses as he laid the two of you back.

"You'll stay, right?" You looked up at him and he smiled softly. "Of course I will." He said softly. "We'll relax a little, calm down, and then we'll go take a shower, get some water, and then we can come back to bed, and get some rest."

You smiled and nodded happily, leaning in to kiss him again before laying your head in the crook of his neck. You laid there for about ten minutes before you showered, got some water, made sure to use the bathroom.

And then you were curled up with Javier again, curled up into his side as you nuzzled his neck, sighing happily. His hands were tracing your back like he'd done so long ago. Except, this time, Javi wasn't hesitant, didnt let minutes pass before he pulled you closer, his fingertips made full contact with your skin. His other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his lips pressing kisses to the top of your head.

You fell asleep pretty quickly, Javi's heart beat in his chest, his warm body pressed tightly against yours lulling you off faster than you would've liked.

You hoped Javi meant what he said earlier, about staying and being a better man for his family, you wanted him around, wanted to see him care for your daughter, kiss her booboos and soothe her after a nightmare. You wanted him to be there for every birthday, every christmas, every thanksgiving. You wanted Javi at every holiday and function you'd ever have to go to. You just hoped he wanted the same thing.

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BETRAYED - FINAL CHAPTER

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: smut (masturbation f!, implied unprotected p in v, light spanking, a little bit of biting kink if you squint, dirty talk in english and spanish) and fluff, like A LOT OF FLUFF

A/N: It's the end 😭 the end of my beloved and beautiful series. A series that wasn't supposed to be a series, it started as a one shot and it became a series thanks to you all who asked for more, gave me feedbacks suggestions, sent me asks and showed me support! I know I couldn't please everyone as some of you wanted a sad ending and also some people weren't not pleased with some plots (chapter seven, anyone? hehehe) still, I loved every part of it and I am sad it's over but I am also pretty excited to see it is the very first time I actually end a story I began. I hope you enjoy this last chapter and the series as much as I did ❣️

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE

The ride home was extremely difficult as you and Pedro had a hard time keeping your hands off each other. After dancing together at the wedding and teasing each other shamelessly in public, you two couldn't contain yourselves. If he could, he would have you right there and then, but at the same time, he wanted to have a special first time with you. You were the woman he loved, and not some lay for the night, but god knew how much willpower it took him.

You couldn't stop kissing him, as you two exited the ballroom, you pushed him against the wall, getting his suit jacket off in the middle of the hallway "fuck you Pedro" you whispered "you don't have the right of being this hot" you chuckled against his ear.

All you got was a smirk and a smack on the ass, drawing a loud moan from your mouth. He pulled you even closer "come on muñequita, let's get you out of here"

•••

You pressed your thighs together as you watched Pedro drive. He was focused on the road, his knuckles turning white at how tight he gripped the steering wheel, so impatient to get home, but it seemed it was taking too long.

You watched his side profile, your heart beating faster at how handsome he was. You took in every feature of his, he was gorgeous and he was about to be yours, just as you were about to be his. You felt the anticipation in your entire body, your lust for him, growing at every passing moment. You observed his profile and remembered when was the last time he gave you a ride. How scared you were, when you thought you were pregnant and he was by your side. Even if you both weren't on your best senses and things were shaken between the two of you. You remembered how sweet he was that night, how soft his touches were on your skin and how he did everything in his power to give you comfort.

Your heart tightened and you leaned towards him, kissing his neck gently and startled him.

"Shit princesa, careful, I gotta drive" he said in his husky voice, though your neck kisses sent shivers down his spine. He chuckled and held your head in place with one hand "you're a naughty little girl, aren't you, mariposa? You're dying to be my sweet little puta" his hand slid down your hair caressing it before making its way down your back. He saw how you lifted your hips softly and squeezed your cheeks, not getting enough of your delicious sexy ass.

"Please Pedro, we gotta stop somewhere, I need you now" you purred at him, biting your lips and earned a scoff "I told you to be patient, cariño, you are not gonna be fucked in the car like any slut, you deserve my home, my bed" my heart, he thought to himself and smiled, briefly turning his attention to you, pecking your cheek gently "besides, you aren't any slut, you are my puta" he winked and looked at the road again.

You could barely hold yourself as you really wanted the man, it had been far too long and you just wanted his touch and nothing else. He couldn't concentrate with you squirming in the passenger seat so Pedro took one hand to your thigh, caressing it softly, feeling how soft you were under his fingertips, going further and finding your lace panties under it. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them and boy, they were wet.

He glanced at you "shit Y/N, you're a fucking tease, know that?" He said and instructed you to open your legs wider and giving him more space to feel you up.

He pulled your panties to the side and touched your slit. Your warmth was welcoming to his touch, he could feel your wetness pooled and spread it up and down. Pedro wanted to explore your body, but he couldn't at that moment, so he reserved that moment to touch your clit, making you whimper. He rubbed it in circular moments, seeing how you bucked your hips towards his hand, rubbing yourself on it as much as you could.

It took a lot of control so he wouldn't stop the car right there to fuck you senseless but now you were almost home.

He took his hand away and saw how coated his fingers were in your honey.

He took them to his mouth and sucked on it "mmm eres tan dulce mi muñequita" he praised and not resisting it took his finger to your pussy one more time, repeating his motion and getting them coated once more. He smirked at you, rubbing his finger on his bottom lip and smearing your juices over it "come on princesa, taste yourself" he told you in a husky voice.

As you kissed his lips, you felt your own taste. It was so obscene and dirty and you loved every single minute of it.

You knew there were only some blocks left until you got to his house, but it didn't stop you from rubbing his hard cock over his clothes to get your man some relief.

•••

The ride home left the two of you hot and bothered but as soon as you two stepped foot into his home, Pedro pulled you for a sloppy kiss. He wanted all of you, every single piece of you. The first thing he did was to get rid of his suit jacket, he just couldn't stand that amount of clothes on his body and certainly couldn't stand to see you so covered up like that. It was going to be your first time together, as a couple, as two people who loved each other and weren't afraid to show that. No tricks, no games, just the two of you.

He broke the kiss and rubbed your sides up and down, taking his lips to your neck as his smart hands found the zipper of your dress, opening it with no difficulty and seeing it fall onto your feet.

You stood in nothing but your lingerie and your heels in front of him, his gaze burning your skin at how he stared at you, at first you could see the admiration as to him, nothing was more beautiful, but you could swear his eyes darkened in desire and suddenly you felt like a prey waiting for the predator's next move.

Pedro took a step closer and lifted you up, making you squeal in surprise. He looked down at you and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, in contrast to all the desire he had within.

"You deserve the best, cariño" he winked and took you to his bed, bridal style.

As soon as your back hit the mattress, he stood up at his full height, admiring your body "undress for me, papi" you pouted at him

"Never took you for someone who would call me daddy, Y/N" he said as he slowly undid his tie and stared down at your body groaning under his breath as you boldly reached for his crotch and caressed his painful boner.

"Fine, princesa, I'll undress you if you are a good girl for me, think you can do that?" You nodded "so first things first, these shoes stay" he pointed at your feet "and now be my sweet little puta, got it?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, kissing you deeply, his tongue against yours, your hot breath mixing in your desperate moans before he placed his tie on your mouth, wrapping it around your head and tying it, gagging you.

Pedro pulled your bra down, exposing your hard nipples and purred in approval, kissing each one of them taking his time, before wrapping his lips around them, suckling on them and flicking his tongue over them.

"Fuck princess, how many times I've seen you swimming in my pool and your sweet hard nipples so visible in your slutty bikini… you teased me so much, mi amor, you deserve to be spanked" he got rid of your bra, freeing your breasts and caressing your tits.

You rolled on your stomach at his order and Pedro immediately swatted down your ass cheeks.

The reddish tone of his hand immediately spread through your skin with a stinging sensation. You whimpered and earned another swat. Now both of your cheeks had the same shade and Pedro loved the sight. He leaned towards you, massaging your ass, feeling the heat of your sensitive skin against his palm.

"So beautiful, so hermosa mi amor" he murmured and kissed the small of your back, going his way down your cheeks, kissing them gently at the same time he used his big hands to spread them apart. Pedro could see how the string of your panties barely covered your holes, the wet cloth brushing against your sensitive slit.

He sank his teeth down your flesh gently, love bites on your plump cheeks, dragging whimpers and moans from you.

He pulled your panties to the side, groaning in approval at the sight of you completely exposed to him.

He didn't think twice before sinking his face into your core, tasting you and slurping your juices like a starving man.

You'd never felt that way with anyone, the way your skin felt on fire, like you'd burst into flames when he took you over edge at how many times he pleased you.

You welcomed him length inside of you, loving his weight against your body, his touches, whimpers and grunts, having him whole, his load deep into your womb until you finally relaxed in each other's embrace.

•••

After you spent your first night with Pedro, you also spent other nights with him, and mornings, and afternoons and as many days as you possibly could fit into your hectic schedule.

Pedro flew all over, busy with work. He was shooting movies, doing photoshoots, having interviews, attending events and it seemed everyone wanted a piece of your boyfriend.

Yes, boyfriend.

After the first time you slept together, Pedro woke you up with his lips pressed against your neck, his beard tickling your skin and a beautiful breakfast waited for you at the kitchen table. He grinned proudly at how surprised you seemed but eventually admitted he had ordered it from your favorite bakery.

It didn't matter, you loved it anyway.

And just as you ate breakfast, Pedro took your hand and caressed your knuckles so gently "I want you to be my girlfriend" he said in a shy tone "I am done playing games, Y/N, I want us to be together once for all" he said and looked into your eyes "remember when I told you about my dream?" He blushed and looked down for a moment, before staring at you again "I want it, with you and only you and if you want it as well, it doesn't have to be now, but if you say yes, then I'll be the happiest man in the world" he didn't even take a breath between sentences, those big brown puppy eyes waiting for an answer.

And your answer of course, had to be yes.

After a couple of months, Pedro asked you to move in with him, not move in together per se, as he was away so much from work you guys didn't get to live together though you shared the same house. But it was a logical conclusion to accept. That way you would save up money from rent, his house wouldn't be unattended for so many months and overall his home was bigger and more comfortable than yours. Not to mention his swimming pool was more than welcome on hot days.

Still, you didn't feel so happy when he wasn't around, but everything reminded you of him. His clothes, his cologne, his belongings, everything made the distance a little less painful.

You weren't expecting Pedro for another week while you prepared yourself a bath. You had had a stressful day at work and you needed to unwind a little.

You waited for the water to fill up the tub and picked a bath bomb. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the times you shared the tub with Pedro. You really missed him and you sighed sadly. You took off your robe and sank yourself in the water.

You had no idea how long you'd spent in the tub, but when you were done, you could see your fingers were wrinkled at the contact with water for so long. You finally gathered the courage to break your laziness haze and dried yourself.

Pedro entered the house quietly. Though most lights were out indicating you were upstairs it just felt like home. He wasn't arriving to an empty home, he could feel the warmth inside, the one that irradiates from people, he could also smell your delicious dinner, set on the counter, cooling down before being eaten. He could smell your perfume, see your small little things scattered here and there, and he knew he was home.

It was just like his dream, though there weren't any kids around, you were home to him and he wanted to keep you close forever.

He could hear you upstairs, probably using the tub and smiled to himself, letting the house in dim lights. He sat down onto the couch and relaxed for a while.

When you finally went downstairs, you didn't remember leaving some of the lights on and frowned softly. When you got into the kitchen, you found Pedro with a bottle of water.

You squealed in happiness and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing as he held your hips, sustaining your weight and lifting you up.

"Mi amor, I missed you so much!!!" You said excitedly using the same pet name he had for you.

Pedro didn't say a word, he just kissed you, wanting you more than anything and once you broke the kiss, he looked at you, he took a real good look at you and his heart raced. He had made so many plans for which moment he would pick for that, but it felt perfect for him at that right time and he silently fell on his knees in front of you, getting a box out of his pocket and showing you the ring. Needless to explain, you said yes.

•••

You bit your lips as the song started playing. You'd been through so many emotions that evening but there was something more to what you were living at that moment.

Pedro took your hand and gently pulled you close to his body, he kissed your forehead and placed his hands on your hips, you looked at the small crowd of friends and family watching your first dance as a married couple and felt your heart flutter. You looked up at him and laughed softly, kissing his lips gently, earning a cheer from the guests.

You rested your head against Pedro's chest as you both swayed to the slow song and you remembered the time he broke your heart by dancing with another woman. Your arms tightened around his body unconsciously but immediately brushed off the thought. It didn't matter anymore, you and Pedro had had your dark moments, but you both overcame what happened, and improved yourselves for each other. You met again and finally admitted your feelings and now you were finally married. There were no more hidden, unrequited feelings, no more secrets from the media, you were his and he was yours. You still weren't so sure about kids. Sometimes you wanted them desperately and sometimes you were thankful you didn't have to worry about them at all.

But you had talked about maybe start trying for one next summer, once Pedro was done shooting and of course, when you had enjoyed your honeymoon. It didn't matter one bit, you had him and now he was your husband.

You looked into his eyes

"I love you, husband" you giggled "te amo mi amor" you told him in your bad spanish.

He smiled big and placed another peck on your lips

"Te amo mucho mi cariño, I love you wife"

It seemed after all, you and Pedro finally got the happy ending you both dreamed of.

The end

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A/N: IT'S OVER 😭 I'm so happy I finally managed to finish a story because I have never finished a story before, lmao, but I am kinda sad because I enjoyed writing this story so much. I hope you guys have liked it and don't worry, there might be another Pedro angst piece coming soon, it's just an idea that's popped into my head but I already tell you it won't be a long series like Betrayed and there will be no happy ending 😭

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October: I'll Be The Moon

part three of fountain of sorrow

pairing: javier peña x f!reader  rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni  warnings/tags: set between s2 & s3, early/mid ‘90s, single mother [reader has a young daughter][child won’t play a massive role], lots of f bombs, some dude gets a lil handsy, BAR FIGHT w/ a little blood, terrible exes, SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, soft sex, creampie, hand restraint [just by other hands], praise kink, catching feelings, cigarettes [are bad for you], one use of bitch [directed at javi], one use of slut [directed at reader], pre during and post-sex photos, terms of endearment [querida, good girl], female reader, no physical description, protective!javi, no use of y/n. word count: 7.4k series masterlist a/n: switching pov’s in this one. hope y’all are enjoying!

Two and a half months. That’s what it had taken for Javi to realize something was different. Previous women had been lucky if they lasted half as long. He generally wasn’t one for follow-through outside of work. And when he tried to pinpoint what exactly it had been that tipped the scales, it was an exercise in futility. It was just that he’d woken up on this particular Saturday – the weekend before Halloween – with a pang in his gut knowing that you’d be tied up the following weekend with the muñequita and your baby daddy. He’d questioned that… the baby daddy aspect of it… and tried not to sound too jealous or too offended. Doubt crept in that he hadn’t been too convincing.

Maybe it had been because his dad had started asking questions. What’re you doing on weekends? You never answer your phone. How come you never go to The Tack Room with us anymore? What girl have you got on the end of your line now? Oh, if Chucho only knew it was the chiquita on the end of Javi’s line, he’d probably have him drawn and quartered.

Or maybe it had been that night last weekend where, after laying side by side in the orgasmic afterglow, you’d turned into him, curled your hand around his shaft, batted those pretty please eyelashes at him, and did your best damsel in distress act about how the Halloween decorations were in boxes in the attic. Too heavy, too big for little ol’ you to carry down by yourself. And though it was already two in the morning (and you promised a thank you blowjob), he’d never moved faster to climb up into an attic, sift through the dust and cobwebs for the plastic bins holding skeletons and bats and little witches. Truth was he would’ve done it for you even without the blowjob offer; a point made evident when after he’d set the bins in the living room, you sank to your knees in front of him to pay up, only to be confused when he also sank to his knees. And instead of allowing any sort of sexual progression, he dragged the first of the plastic tubs between you and yanked the lid off. The muñequita will be happy to see the house decorated for Halloween.

All Javier knew was that by the time he was sitting at the bar on this Saturday night, something was stirring in him that was getting increasingly hard to pinpoint or ignore. If not only for himself, but because ever since his little shutdown last month – the let’s not talk about Colombia shutdown – you’d done an exemplary job of keeping things pure business. The sex was… efficient, for lack of a better word. Small talk was nonexistent. Any question that may have had you curious never saw the light of day. And except for the little favors here and there, nothing personal ever came up. He didn’t know how, but you were too good at it. Especially at the bar.

Which is why tonight… Javier had his beer bottle clutched in his hands. White-knuckled in a firm grasp. He’s surprised the thing didn’t shatter. He could understand that it was a job. He’d been around enough working girls to know that sometimes getting better tips meant flirting with the patrons. And he knew he had no reason to feel any sort of possessive. You weren’t his; he’d made sure of that when he shut you down and told you that this was just sex. Maybe it was only because this guy wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone.

He was a couple barstools down from Javi. No one sat between them, much to Javi’s chagrin. He couldn’t have ignored this guy even if he was so inclined. But this asshole… Robert, you called him… was way too much of everything with you. At least in Javi’s eyes. He was too flirty with you. Too monopolizing of your time. Too goddamn touchy. All the times Robert reached over and touched your hand or arm was one thing. Javi didn’t think it appropriate but it didn’t make him want to knock him out. 

But the times when you walked out from behind the bar, drink tray in your hand, and Robert let his hand brush over your backside… too much. To you, Robert was just the drunk that hung out way too much at the bar. But he was also the drunk that tipped you way too much and you weren’t about to tell him not to. Was it demeaning to have him groping you… maybe. And normally you wouldn’t let it happen. But the money…

The first time it happened, Javi nearly got out of his seat, but he was given pause when you turned around and faced Robert. He thought you were going to knock him to the floor. But instead, you only shot him a playfully disapproving glance and shook your head before carrying on with the task you’d set out to do in the first place. And that… Javi knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. The second time it happened, Robert had gotten brave with a firm hand placement on your ass. That time you turned around and gently chastised him. Something like, “Robert,” your voice elongated the first vowel in his name. But the drunk just giggled and acted like a little innocent boy. Javi, however, felt his blood boiling.

But the third time it happened. Game over. You’d come out from behind the bar again, this time to clear off some tables littered with empty glasses and bottles. And Robert, not having learned from your previous two gentle reminders to keep his hands to himself, reached out again, this time giving your backside a pinch. The time between your surprised shriek and Javi getting off his stool, wrapping his fist around the collar of Robert’s shirt, was miniscule. 

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Javi growled, yanking on Robert’s shirt. The man, already unstable, stumbled backwards but not to the floor.

The one benefit of your past relationship – and working in the bar – was that you’d learned rather quickly how to de-escalate drunk, testosterone-ridden men. But instead of going to Robert, you went toward Javi, pushing on his arm. “Peña, stop.”

“Get off me, bitch,” Robert slurred at Javier.

Javi’s focus, which had only momentarily been on you, almost annoyed that you were telling him to stop, was now back on Robert. “How many times she have to tell ya’ to stop, fuckin’ creep?” Javi maintained he still did the right thing. If the situation had presented itself again, he would’ve done the same exact thing. Cocked his fist back in the same way. Made contact with Robert’s nose the same way. And stood over him the same way as Robert clutched at his bloodied, broken nose while now on the floor. “If I ever see you touch a woman here ever again…”

“Javier!”

His eyes shot over to you, finding pure fury. You stepped in front of him and pushed him back with all your might. He only went back a step, which you figured was more due to his cooperation than your strength.

“Get out of here, Peña!” You yelled right at him, but instead of getting a move on, he went to open his mouth to rebut. “Go home, Javi!”

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Something was up with Javi. You’d noticed it first after he’d turned down your blowjob offer after getting the Halloween decorations from the attic. He had never turned down a blowjob before. Usually it was a matter of how quickly you could get your mouth open. And just when you might’ve started to think that his attraction to you was waning, he’d give you the most mind-shattering orgasm. Which begged the question: what was up with Javier Peña?

It also struck you as odd that although he didn’t stop going to The Tack Room completely, you’d made an observation that he no longer came on the nights Chucho came around. You’d still see him at your house after work, but he didn’t show up at the bar to hang out when his dad also happened to be there. Which maybe was for the better considering Javier fucking Peña decked one of your largest tippers tonight. And had Chucho seen his son do that, you had the notion that he might just ship Javi back to Colombia, free of charge to Uncle Sam. And as if just punching the guy wasn’t bad enough, Robert’s face was busted. Lip split, nose broken. Blood poured from new holes Javi had punched into his face. 

You’d told him to get out of there. To go home. But you knew you’d see him outside your house that night. Would’ve bet your life’s savings on it, and would’ve doubled it because when you pulled up that night, Javi was sitting on the porch step – the same place you’d seen him that first day with your daughter. As soon as you threw the car in park on the driveway, he was standing up, brushing his palms on the back of his pants. Time had visibly calmed him down but it had only riled you up.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know how much that guy tips me?!”

Javier approached you, holding up his hands in front of his chest. “I’m sorry,”

“Do you know how much he tips me?!”

Whatever calmness time had given Javi, you were managing to pull him out of it. Your elevated level… not to mention your apparent biggest qualm being how much money you were going to lose out on… brought him to a spot he wasn’t prepared to go. At least, not with you. 

“You let him touch you so he’ll tip you better?” Javi pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and sifted through it until he produced a hundred dollar bill, “if money’s what you want, I’ll put it on your dresser before we fuck!”

“Fuck you, Javi!

“Fuck me?! I defended you and the only person you got mad at was me! How about the fucker that was grabbing your ass all night?”

You got up in his face, ready and way too willing to continue this argument. Had you just taken a moment… a millisecond… to think, you probably would’ve chosen a different path. “How do you know I didn’t want him grabbing my ass?”

There was a chance steam was coming out of Javi’s ears at this point. If you’d been a medical professional, you might’ve asked that he sit down, put his head between his knees, and take a few deep breaths. But you were not a medical professional, you were just pissed. And that last statement? After the steam had fully evacuated Javi’s ears, he scrubbed his hands over his face and shook his head.

“Okay,” he kept his fingers over his mouth and shook his head again. “Then go fuck that guy. I can’t do this anymore,”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You’d wanted a fight. Maybe some hot, angry sex. But you didn’t want him to back off completely. And judging by everything you knew about him, you didn’t think he’d back off so easily. “It’s just sex. Who cares if I get it from you or someone else?” Even that sounded a little meaner than you hoped it would.

Javier shook his head and let his arms drop back down to his sides, emphatically. “‘cause I’m not gettin’ it from anyone else,”

“That’s not my problem,”

“Yes it is,” he insisted and glared at you. “I’m stickin’ up for you. And I’m decorating your house for Halloween. And I’m fuckin’ jealous you’re spending next weekend with your ex.”

A smile crept over your face, and though you did your best to hide it – to not let Javi think you weren’t taking him seriously – you knew he’d pick up on it. It was kind of endearing that Mr. Famous Playboy was jealous.

He tilted his head to the side, “don’t look at me like that,” he begged.

But you continued to. In fact, you let your smile widen as you closed the gap and pressed your hands against his stomach.

“Quit it,”

You giggled and curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “You wanna come inside?”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close. Fingers dragged absent designs at your lower back. “Only if you promise me something,” an earnest smile stretched over his lips. “Never sleep with that guy,”

“What guy?” You beamed.

“Good girl,” he patted your ass and turned on his heels with you. 

You unlocked the front door as quickly as your shaky fingers would allow. Maybe angry sex wouldn’t be happening tonight, but something potentially even better would be. Make up sex. It was unmarked territory with Javi. Up until now, there wasn’t anything to make up for. Up until now, outside of the ‘him being inside you’ part, the sex hadn’t been very personal. He’d made sure of that.

But now he was up in front of you and it felt so much different than all the other times. You’d found yourself cornered up against the wall in your entryway, Javi standing right in front of you. His knee had made a spot for itself in between your legs but his hands… they’d never been so gentle before. Slow hands. At one time they brushed over your skin without acknowledging the scars, marks, and blemishes that made up the entirety of you. But this time… they floated over skin with the lightest of touches, taking their time in exploring the expanse of you. Even the way he kissed you with the caution and hesitancy of someone not as sure of themselves. There was the fleeting thought that he’d remember who he was – what his intent was – and he’d pick up to the ravaging he was known for. Though he never did. Not tonight. Not as he cupped his hands around either side of your neck and used his gentle hold on it to lead you away from the wall and toward your bedroom. Not as his forward momentum was only thwarted when the back of your legs hit your mattress and he leaned his body over you, crawling forward to work you further up the bed. Not even when he’d gotten you fully reclined, with his knees straddling your legs, and started to help you undress. Fabric peeled from your body with the same amount of care painters took to canvas… sculptors to marble.

Shirt discarded to the side in an instant and his lips to your chest the next. Soft kisses traced your clavicle until his mouth met the notch at the base of your neck, then carried over across the other. Your hands migrated up over his shoulders and to the hair at the nape of his neck with gentle tugs. Maybe that’d get him to pick things up. 

But he was not to be riled. Even the act of you reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra was met with little acceleration. Javier simply reached up and pulled the now useless garment away from your body. Put his lips in its place. Let his tongue roll over your nipple until it pebbled in his mouth. And you pulled on the ends of his hair again, this time with more force until he relented and lifted his head. Stared at you with hooded, confused eyes.

“What?”

“What’re you doing?”

Javi looked down at your breasts and took a deep breath before he looked back up at you, “what?”

“There’s suspiciously no fingers, tongue, or dick between my legs,”

“M’getting you ready for me. I always do that,” he bowed his head and pressed his lips back to your chest, but when you pulled on his hair again for his focus, he groaned. “What?”

“You don’t need to. I’ve been wet since you punched that guy in the face,”

Javier’s jaw dropped. His eyes widened. Pure surprise raced through him. “You yelled at me for that and your fuckin’ pussy’s drippin’?!”

“Okay,” you positioned your hands on his chest and pushed against him, “you don’t have to be crass.” The distance you’d put between you by pushing on his chest was quickly made up for when you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him back toward you. “Don’t go slow,”

Your hands tucked lower beneath the hem of his shirt, nudging it upwards until your fingers met his chest and he was all but forced to take it off completely. It soon joined yours at the end of the bed. But when your hands went for his belt, he snatched them away and lifted them above your head. You stared up at him, smirking, when he dropped his weight to you and pinned wrists down.

“Don’t be impatient. Let me take my time,” he pecked your lips and grinned when he pulled back and you jut your bottom lip out in a pout. “Put that lip away,” he ducked his head into the side of your neck and bit into your skin. “Just let me make you feel good,”

“You can do that without going so slow,”

Javi pushed himself up and sat back on his knees. Skilled fingers worked on the button and zipper of your jeans, “keep runnin’ your mouth and you’re not gonna get anything.”

“Peña–”

“Shhh, querida. Just take it easy,”

Convinced you would be – at least for a little while – he stripped you out of your jeans. As he continued on, leaning back over you and nudging the fabric of your underwear to the side so he could feel the proof of what you’d already told him, you realized the slow progress wasn’t as snail-like as you’d first complained about. It wasn’t that it was slow as much as it was intentional. For the first time in the two months you’d had this routine, it was settling in that this was Javier acting on something other than animal autopilot.

His lips came back to yours and took you into a searing kiss. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip. Tongue searched for entrance into your mouth, undeterred. Fingers found the opening they were looking for, too. Pushed into the tightness of your core and didn’t stop their forward motion until they were down to the last knuckle. Your jaw dropped, eyes fluttered open to find Javi’s already in a hungry stare at you. His mouth hung open over yours, sharing breaths as he curled his fingers inside you and brushed the tips against your gspot. A coo left your body, and the smirk that crossed over Javi’s face was undeniable. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Told you I’d make you feel good,”

You spread your legs further apart to give him as much free, open space as possible. Catching his lips for another kiss, the unhurried pace of his mouth and fingers was going to have you spiraling far quicker than you’d like to admit. Tongues lapped and rolled against each other in a battle both wanted to win but would gladly lose. And then he brushed his thumb over your clit, and you all but thought that was going to be your undoing. The way your legs flinched together around his hand, and the way every muscle in your body seemed to flex at once. Then, for better or worse, Javi eased his fingers out of you. Kept his eyes on you for any sign of too much discomfort, of which he only clocked a little. He backed off the bed until he was able to stand at the foot of it and rid himself of his jeans, all too thankful for the vision of you snaking your hand down your body. Fingers drifted past your breasts, to your stomach, and beneath the lace of your underwear to slide the flimsy fabric off your body. It caught on one of your ankles but you hardly paid it any attention; choosing to replace your fingers on your clit and massage yourself, equally thankful for the vision Javier was giving you. Of his hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking himself off with long, steady strokes. The sinewy muscles of his chest, shoulder, and bicep strained against his skin, and knelt back on the bed again. He used his unoccupied hand to free your ankle from your lacy underwear. 

Removing your fingers from your clit, you stretched your body out beneath him, grinning like a mad fool for the sight of him above you. For the way his sheer size and presence made you feel small; made for him to take at his whim. He released his member as he was now fully hard. The vein that ran along the underside of his length more prominent than before, and he lowered himself until the tops of his thighs were pressed against the backs of yours. His cock rest against your belly. From base to tip, he measured up to your belly button. A fact that was not lost on you as he held it in place as if to drive that point home.

“Camera,”

You flicked your glassy eyes up to his face, “what?”

“Where’s the camera?”

You swallowed, chest swelling with heat. You obliged, even if just to avoid his piercing gaze, and outstretched your arm toward the nightstand. He seemed to understand and bent over to carry on the plight. Though you watched carefully as he took the Polaroid out of the drawer and then quickly returned to his spot on his knees between your legs. Javi angled the camera downward, jaw slackening as he focused on the image in the viewfinder: Your breasts full and resting free all the way down to where your waists met. His length on full display for reference against your body. 

He snapped the photo and handed the grayed out picture to you. It was in your hands for just a second before he dipped his hips and sheathed himself inside your core. His eyebrows furrowed together and with the little coordination he had left in him, he set the camera down on the bed beside you.

“Javi,” you moaned out. It floated into nothingness in the space between you.

A groan released from his chest and he lowered himself to you, chest pressed to yours and his hands cupped together on top of your head, cradling you there beneath him. “Jesus Christ, you always feel so good,”

You grazed your teeth along his jaw until he lowered his head a little bit more, making it conducive for you to kiss him again. His hips began their slow thrusts forward. Each one only pulling himself out halfway before burying himself back in to the hilt. Little puffs of breath escaped your lungs each time he filled you back up.

“So big,” you whispered into his lips. The next thrust had his tip pressing against your cervix and you pressed your head further into the pillow, turning it to the side to catch your breath. His mouth went for your neck at first exposure. “You fill me up so good,”

The continued closeness of his hips on yours meant the friction against your clit was pretty much nonstop. Each pass of his body strung you higher and higher, and in an attempt to ground yourself, you reached up to curl your arms around Javier’s shoulders. The photo you hadn’t even bothered to look at yet discarded on the bed. But he all too quickly robbed you of that opportunity, and gathered both of your wrists in one of his large, strong hands. You whimpered at the lack of contact, but it then turned into a delighted hum when he lifted your hands up above your head and kept them pinned in place with his strong grasp.

“Worth the wait?” He chuckled.

You imagined the expression on your face showed pure bliss. Your pulse had already begun to pound, feeling it in your cheeks, ears, temples. Lips swollen and begging to be kissed. “Fuck me, Javi,” 

He smiled to himself, your eyes having drifted shut. There was one particularly hard and deep thrust before there was nothing at all. His hand no longer on your wrists. Chest and stomach no longer against yours. He wasn’t even inside you anymore. And that had you opening your eyes, whimpering, reaching blindly for him until you realized he’d sat back on his knees to get you in a different position. Limp for him to maneuver however he pleased, you shrieked when he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you back into him. Then taking one of your ankles, he crossed it in front of his body until your lower half was twisted to the side, legs pressed flush together. Contorted like this, your upper half was still mostly in the position it had been in before, just a little more turned to accommodate for the twisted angle of your spine and hips. 

Javi grabbed onto your ass and tugged it gently to give himself a better view when he sunk his length back into you. You winced and let out a sharp cry when he pushed himself balls deep; your body struggling to acclimate to his full size at this angle. Through he reached for the camera again, his eyes never left your face.

“Y’alright?” he murmured, winding the camera up.

“Too big,” you panted out, trying to relax yourself around him.

He held the camera up and took another picture. This one he didn’t even bother removing after it printed. Just set the whole thing back down on the bed. “You can do it, querida,” he grinned and set his hands back on your ass, using the leverage to rock himself in and out of you slowly. He could feel your body fighting him still, but just as he was about to say the words, your instinct beat him to it. Your fingers pressed between your legs and began rubbing your clit. It moderately helped. It being slightly easier for him to push into you, “atta girl.”

“Javi,” you whined and pulled your hand away from your clit, moving it to instead wrap it around his wrist. “Javi,”

“Tell me,”

You swallowed harshly, fingernails digging into his skin, “this is no good for–”

But he was already pulling out of you and grabbing your ankle before you could finish. He placed your leg over his shoulder as he bent back down toward you. Both his hands planted on the mattress by your shoulders. He pushed back into you and immediately caught the moan it pulled.

“Better,” you smiled breathlessly and returned your hand to your clit to match the steady pace he set. “Good. So good,”

“God, you’re just…” Javi’s breath caught in his throat and the muscles in his stomach flexed, “so fuckin’ tight.”

You reached up for him until he obliged and leaned in closer to you. It nudged him deeper inside you and kept him there. “Come inside me,”

He shook his head and moved one hand from the bed to your neck; fingers loose. “Not before you,”

“Please. Javi, please,” you let out a needy moan and tilted your head back against the pillow, elongating your neck.

Javi growled and curled his fingers against your neck, grip tightening as he fought with himself whether to listen to you or not. Truthfully, he was hanging on by a goddamn thread. It wasn’t that he wasn’t close. It was that he didn’t want to get in the habit of coming first.

“Javi,” you begged.

“Are you close?”

“Yes. Please,” you purposefully squeezed yourself around him, pulling his shaft deeper. “Just want to feel all of it inside me first,”

He wanted to think about it while he had the chance. While he could hold out. But then your body fluttered involuntarily around him and his heart almost stopped. His hips stuttered, he bit back a deep, guttural moan, and then not being able to stop it if he tried, he came, rope after rope of his spend coating your walls.

“Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his member twitch inside of you. And normally, he’d be able to catch his breath. Take a minute and pull out of you. But now you were writhing beneath him, grabbing at the sheets and white-knuckling them. Though normally his body would prepare to wind down, there was only one thing he wanted now, and he’d do anything to get it. He laid his weight on top of you, his head beside yours, mouth pressed to your ear, “come all over me, querida. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

Your body began to tremble and a whimper tore through your chest.

“Show me what a good girl you are. Give it all to me,”

Clutching on to him with all your might, your arms wrapped around his rib cage, you hung on for dear life as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs flinched tighter to his hips. Silent pleas that he’d stay deep inside you. And you buried your face into the base of his neck, muffling the scream that came from deep within.

Throughout it all, Javi keep his soft, filthy whispers in your ear. Talked you through the entirety of your climax until you were a breathless, sweaty heap laying limp beneath him. And even then, he kept himself right where he was, lips at your ear; his hand cupped around your waist with fingertips drawing light circles on the small of your back.

“Atta girl, querida,” he pecked your neck, taking deep breaths so you’d try to align your breathing to his. “That’s my good girl,”

That had you moving again. Your hands gripped into his side with a little more purpose. Lips laid tender kisses to his shoulder. He lifted his head and kissed you intently. Slowly. Happy to take his time here, even as his member grew softer inside you.

“Can I take another picture of you?” He whispered and waited for you to nod. Only then did he pull out of you, eyes locked onto your core. His fingers searched the bed until they found the camera again. “Turn over for me,” he smiled when you immediately stirred to obey, “chest down, ass up.”

You shook your head and let out a quick giggle, “pervert.” Yet still did as you were told. Turned over on the bed and kept your chest pressed against the mattress with your back end higher than the rest of your body.

Javi removed the previous photo from the camera – the one of you on your side, your body seductively twisted and contorted for him. He wound the camera and then held it up to his eye with one hand. Then, using the other he smacked your ass once before taking it in a firm grip and pulled your cheek to the side. “Let me see it,”

“Hmm?” You turned your head to the side.

“Let me see it. Push it out,”

Your face grew warmer at his request. Yet again, you didn’t take a second to think before obeying him. Wanting absolutely nothing more than to keep hearing him say good girl, you clenched your muscles until you could feel the mixture of yours and his come seeping out of you. The sound of the Polaroid capturing the moment came next.

“Javi,” you moaned. The feeling of his come dripping down you, stirring you up all over again. 

But his hand was on you next. Two fingers started at your swollen clit and worked their way up your slit to gather the come you’d pushed out. And when he pushed it back into your spent hole, you let out another exasperated moan. “I know,” he whispered and playfully thrust his fingers into you, pushing his come back inside, deep. 

Only once he pulled them out, did you turn over and flop back down to your back. He was crawling up to lay beside you, having collected the three photos he’d taken of you tonight. And you’d curled into his side, head resting on his chest as he showed them off to you, the last of which still developing and growing clearer and raunchier with each passing second. Just the sight of it… and knowing it was you… with his come… you buried your face in his chest nervously. 

Javier laughed and kissed the top of your head. He set the pictures down beside him and used his now free hands to wrap around you, holding you close. “Feel good?”

You nodded against his chest, “feel great.”

He smiled and took a deep breath which he held, thinking. It stirred you enough to look up at him, finding him contemplative. But your gaze was unwavering and he decided to bite the bullet. “You know, I never see you when the sun’s up,”

“I’m busy when the sun’s up,”

Javi nodded. “Maybe I can take you out sometime. During the day,”

You rolled over onto your back, “you know I can’t next weekend.”

“Another weekend, then.”

What came next was a cruel, cruel turn of events because you wanted to give him a resounding yes. A sure thing. An absolute. But before you could answer, the doorbell chimed, reverberating noise through your house. You and Javi both looked at the bedroom door as if that’d tell you everything you needed to know about the person at the front door. But after a second, the doorbell rang again, and this time, Javi slid his arm out from underneath you. He was halfway up before you pulled on his arm.

“Stay here,” you rose out of bed and walked to the small closet, pulling from it a thin cotton robe. Javi wondered what that garment would do in terms of concealing your body, but you were out of the room too quickly for him to ask, and pulled the bedroom door shut behind you.

Trapped behind a door, Javi strained his ears for any information to clue him in on who was there. He wondered if it was your ex. And if it was, Javi wondered if he’d amble out of your room and sidle up beside you. That thought had him fully out of bed and pulling his pants up his legs again. But he soon realized it wasn’t. No, because he heard the muñequita’s voice ring through the walls and he figured it was your mom at the door.

Javi looked at the clock on your nightstand when he figured he should probably hide the photos he’d taken tonight with the rest that you’d previously taken of him. And he kept staring at the clock, wondering when you’d come back to him. Wondered if he should just walk out without a care of who was there to see him. Ultimately he didn’t though. Just as you’d done as he asked tonight, he did as you asked. Sat at the edge of the bed and waited until you finally came back.

The bedroom door creaked open and you slipped inside, taking the utmost care to close the door so slowly that virtually no noise came from it. Javi stood as you neared him again and pressed your hands to his chest. 

“I forgot her dad’s coming over tomorrow morning. It’s his day with her,”

Javi nodded, trying to be as understanding as possible. “I didn’t know he got any days with her,”

You nodded, “be my guest to take that up with the judge.”

He sensed you weren’t thrilled at all with the situation, and the only thing he knew to do in this moment other than go full DEA, was to try to comfort you. He lifted his hand and cupped it over the back of your head, guiding you into him. Scritching through your hair, he kissed the top of your head and let the silence wash over you both.

But you tilted up and set your chin down against his chest, “you wanna stay tonight?”

Javi pursed his lips and cupped his hands over your cheeks. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,”

“I don’t know if coming inside me is a good idea but you do it anyway.”

Got him.

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By the time Javi woke the next morning, you were already out of bed. Squinting through the sunlight that filtered in from the window, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noted it wasn’t that he was rising late, but you had risen early. And judging by your slightly elevated voice elsewhere in the house, he figured you were running around, trying to get the muñequita ready before her dad showed up to scoop her away.

Though he’d been kept in the bedroom last night, he decided that didn’t carry over into the daylight. Searching the floor for his shirt, he picked it up and slid it back over his shoulders. He did up the buttons and gave himself a passing glance in the mirror on his way out of the room. The muñequita’s voice grew louder as he ambled down the hallway, and he turned the corner for the kitchen, where he came face to face with her sitting at the table. You stood behind her, fighting with her fidgeting to tie her hair up in pigtails.

“Hey!” 

You looked up and followed the direction of her outstretched arm to find Javi at the end of it, in the threshold. He was clothed at least, but you’d been hoping he’d stay out of sight until it was just the two of you in the house again.

“Hey muñequita,” he strode into the kitchen and reached out to take her hand. He served to keep her still enough so you could finish tying her hair up.

“Why are you in our house?”

Javier opened his mouth but looked back up at you in the same moment, finding that your expression was much less chill than his was. He nodded subtly, quiet submission to you knowing the muñequita was still awaiting an answer.

“Go get your shoes on. Your dad’s gonna be here soon,” 

Without argument, she hopped off the chair and ran out of the kitchen. Her little feet padding their way down the wood floor until she reached her bedroom door and nudged it open with a creak. But your eyes were back on Javi in an instant, frustration rising. “What the fuck, Peña?”

He smirked and side stepped you, having locked on to the drip coffee pot on the counter, full and ready to be consumed. “What?” He opened the cabinets one by one before he found the one with coffee cups and pulled one out for himself. Even took his damn sweet time filling it up with black coffee before he turned back around and saw you staring at him. Unimpressed. Hip cocked out to the side with your hand on it. “Sorry, didn’t know I was some sex object you kept locked away in your room,”

“Not in front of her,”

“She was happy to see me,”

“She’s five! She doesn’t know what she is,” you scrubbed your hands over your face. “She’s my kid. You don’t get to make any decisions where it concerns her, okay? On the topic of us, I get to decide how and when she learns about it.”

“Come on, it’s–”

“Okay?”

He nodded, “okay.” 

That was all you let him have before you crossed in front of him and continued down the hall in the direction of your daughter’s room. It gave Javier time to look around the kitchen; at all the little things that made this your well lived in home. The chipping paint on the drawers. The cracked floor tile by the fridge. The way a few of the cabinet doors hung slanted and off kilter, creating uneven lines in between them. The sorts of things you would’ve added to a list for the man in your life had you had one. And it only made him think about if there had been another man between your ex and him filling that void. He hoped not, if only because that man did a piss poor job at fixing things around here.

And the attention he was giving that thought had him failing to fully acknowledge the knock on the door. Half conscious of it, he’d thought it was the muñequita tapping her fist along the wall as she came down the hallway. But then the knock happened again and it didn’t result in either of you joining him in the kitchen. Javi set his coffee cup down on the counter and thought about calling out to you, but then the knocking happened for a third time. This time accompanied with a man’s voice shouting a slur toward you and well… if you’d known anything about Javi’s time in Colombia, it was that he hardly ever played nicely and he wasn’t about to start now. 

He pulled open the front door, making sure his shoulders and hips were square to the man standing on the other side of it. A undoubtedly threatening stance. And it was received that way when the man he came to understand was your baby daddy eyed him up and down. Disgust and anger, and something else, rising in his face.

“Who the fuck are you?” He spat, trying to look over Javi’s shoulder and into the house.

“Let’s call me a new friend,”

He laughed incredulously. “Yeah, I’m sure. Slut doesn’t know how to keep her legs closed,”

Here, there was little thought. It was an instinct that long lived in Javier. Before Colombia, he hadn’t been able to save his mother from hurt and pain. Couldn’t save Lorraine from (in fact had been the direct cause of it), and so in Colombia he honed the skill he now carried with him every day. Practiced it until it was second nature… with Helena… Elisa…

Javi took one giant step forward through the threshold; one hand gripping the wrist of the other man, and Javi’s other hand at his shoulder. Turning his body and using it as the perfect amount of leverage to incapacitate almost any threat, he pressed forward until the asshole in front of him now had his cheek squished against the rough stucco wall of the house. Javi took his hand from his shoulder and readjusted until his forearm pressed against his upper back, rendering your baby daddy immobile. 

Javier took another step forward, his mouth at the ear of the man you’d once called a lover, and now called him something else. And though he fought, Javi held his ground. “If you say one bad thing about her, I will fuck you up. She’s gotta be nice to you ‘cause you share a daughter. But I don’t. I will end you,”

“Fuck you!”

Javi pressed harder on his back knowing once he let up, the other man would have the prickled imprints of the stucco on his skin. “And if the kid comes home with stories of things you said about her mom, I will fucking find you and I will fucking kill you.”

“Javi?”

Your voice called out from within the house and Javi took one giant step back, creating space between him and the man you were about to hand your child off to. The muñequita came to the door, a backpack nearly the size of her on her back, and reached out idly toward her dad. He clutched her hand, all but dragging her off the porch with a mention that he’d drop her back off tonight. But he was gone in seconds and yet you and Javi still stood on the porch – him watching the car peel out of the driveway, and you watching him. Scoping him out for what might’ve gone down.

“What happened?”

“Nothin’,” he shook his head and carried on back into the house.

“Peña?” You followed him back into the kitchen. He so coolly went back to the counter to retrieve his coffee, but you knew something was up. Your ex had never looked so riled… or flaunting skin that matched the stucco siding of your home.

“We had a chat, man to man. I think he’ll be on better behavior moving forward.”

#javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier pena narcos #javier pena x female reader #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena smut #javier pena angst #javier pena fluff #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #javier pena fic #ppcu #ppcu fanfiction #fountain of sorrow #fos

[my-dark-lord]

I’ve noticed a few of your VoxValVel posts. It’s a rare ship that I haven’t seen enough of! What are your thoughts on their dynamic? Ik that VoxVal is canon but I’m hoping it’s possible that Velvette will be a part of their relationship in S2! Thoughts?

Hey, Nonny!

Oh, my dark lord, this is a ship that I am so invested in. Veeshipping is something that I cannot get enough of. I love them as a polycule and I will die with them clutched tightly to my chest. As for VoxVal being canon, I couldn't be happier with that, but I really hope that season two shows us how Vel fits into their relationship more! I have so many thoughts on this subject, so please bear with me.

Also for the record, this is so late because I didn't have access to the internet and I knew I'd have too much to type on my phone.

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Valentino is ultimately the main sub in the polycule, though he likes to switch top/bottom dynamics whenever he's allowed. Velvette can dom or sub and is often referred to as Lieutenant Daddy when she takes over Valentino's domming for Vox. She is a switch as far as top/bottom goes, as well. Vox is a dom through and through, though he can be convinced to switch from being a majority top if he's in the mood or wants Val's attention.

Vox and Valentino have been together for decades before Velvette joins them, but her integration into the group is insanely easy and she brings an intensity to the relationship that the boys appreciate.

Vox still plays the placating card with Val because Velvette doesn't have the patience to do it for him all the time.

Valentino is a major alcoholic and is always sipping on something, whereas Vox and Velvette are lighter drinkers in comparison. This doesn't mean they don't like taking care of him when he's too drunk to do anything for himself.

Vox is super huge into aftercare and loves pampering his partners. Velvette picks up on this and begins to share his love for it, and both of them spend a lot of time babying Valentino.

Velvette likes to livestream things that they do, be it sexual or otherwise, and Valentino and Vox always make sure they can capitalize on it as much as possible.

Vox has called Valentino Bunny for the better part of the last four decades, and Velvette calls Valentino Yoshi (because of his tongue). Valentino calls Vox Destello (Spark in Spanish) and Velvette Muñequita (Baby Doll in Spanish). Velvette calls Vox TiVo, and Vox calls Velvette Darling/Dearest/Dollface.

All three of them show their genuine love and care for each other in their own ways and these are all ways that work for them. Their main theme when it comes to this is acceptance (of who/how they are), and this most often gets expressed through kink.

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I have more thoughts than this but this is already getting long so I'll reserve more thoughts for later.

#Answered Asks #HEADCANONS ➽➽➽ #SHIPPING ➽➽➽ #Hazbin Hotel Headcanons #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel The Vees #Hazbin Hotel The V's #Hazbin Hotel VVV #Hazbin Hotel VoxValVel #Hazbin Hotel StaticMothDoll #Hazbin Hotel Veeshipping #VoxValVel #StaticMothDoll #Veeshipping #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel Velvette #Hazbin Hotel Valentino #Feel Free To Reblog! #cw daddy kink

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Battle Of The Knights Alt Ending 2: And The Winner Is Jake

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: nothing really

Genre: fluff

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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You don't reach out to any of them for almost a week. Not for lack of decisiveness. You knew very quickly who you wanted to pick. It was pretty obvious to you the moment you started to really think about things. I mean you love Marc and Steven and always will but there's always been something about Jake. Sure he can be a bit frantic and oftentimes severe but he is also spontaneous and charming in ways you never saw coming. Your date with him left you dying to spend more time with him, ready to go anywhere he wanted to take you, scary as that thought may be. So no, it wasn't that you didn't know who you wanted, you were just apprehensive about having the conversation. Eventually, though, you no longer feel like hiding away from the encounter so you text them.

Hey, I've made a decision. We should meet up and talk. Let me know what works for you.

It takes a while for them to respond, well, not actually, it just feels like a while waiting for their response.

Wanna grab dinner tonight? - Marc

Tonight. Tonight is- sooner than you were expecting, but you can't put this off forever so you agree.

Sure. How's 7? 

Their next response is quick.

Sounds great. We'll come to yours and go to that place around the corner that you like. -Marc

You check the clock on the wall and send them a reply.

Okay, see you then.

You have three hours to prepare for this conversation. You're not sure if you're necessarily nervous about speaking to them because you feel confident in your choice but you know this needs to be handled gently. You, of course, can't necessarily avoid hurting Marc and Steven but you want to be mindful of their feelings when you're addressing things with them this evening and that's the part you're not sure of. Not that you've ever really had a hard time being empathetic toward them you just worry that there's no kind way to rip off this bandage.

By the time 7 o'clock finally comes you've changed your outfit 3 times and spent an annoyingly long time trying to decide on what to do with your hair and makeup. You're barely ready when you hear the knock at your door. You quickly pick a lipgloss and put it on as you walk to the door, tossing it into your bag just before pulling open your apartment door to reveal, you'd guess Marc since he signed off the text messages, but a once over of the man in the hallway makes you think otherwise.

"Hola Tesoro."

"Tesoro? That's a new one." You smile trying to ignore the way your body stiffened when he spoke.

"It is, do you hate it?" He asks. You hum, considering the question as you step into the hall with him and lock your apartment door.

"No. I like all of the names you use." You tell him with a shrug.

"No favorites?" Jake's hand settles at the small of your back as soon as you start walking a curious look on his face at his question. You take a moment to consider all the names he's called you since you've met him.

"I think muñequita might be my favorite. You're the only person I've ever heard use it." You tell him.

"It means little doll-"

"I know what it means. I think it's cute but I like that you vary them the way you do." You say.

"Don't worry I have no intentions of changing that." He winks at you. You roll your eyes even though the smile on your face totally ruins your attempts at feigning annoyance. The two of you make it to the small shop around the corner from your apartment and pick a table after ordering.

"Alright. Before you ask, because you always ask, I'm here because Steven's a nervous wreck right now- and to be transparent so is Marc although he would never openly admit it." Jake says once you've sat down.

"And you're not nervous?" You ask.

"It's my job to handle things they can't or won't. I'm not allowed to hide away." Jake shrugs.

"That's not the question I asked. I asked if you were nervous."

"What difference does it make?" Jake's face pinches in confusion.

"None I guess. I'm just curious. Trying to pick your brain a bit." You muse leaning forward to rest your chin against your hand over the table.

"If you must know that badly, no. I'm not nervous." He relents.

"Can I ask why not or will you bite my head off for inquiring?" You tease with a smile. Jake lets out a sigh before he answers albeit reluctantly.

"Steven's the optimist and Marc can't help himself when it comes to you but I know better than to get my hopes up in life." He says.

"You know better than to get your hopes up? So you're not at all interested in, for lack of a better word here, winning?" You ask. It would certainly change the course of this conversation if he was no longer interested in being with you.

"I never said that princesa. I want what we all want but I know we can't all come out on top." Jake says.

"Well I could prolong this process by asking more tiptoe around the subject questions but now feels as good a time as any to tell you who did come out on top. If you're ready to hear that." You say. It's mostly for the benefit of Steven and Marc, even though you can't hear them right now, you're sure they're listening.

"That's why we're here." He nods.

"Well, I don't know what it says about you that you basically resigned yourself to losing but-"

"Uno momento I did not 'resign myself to losing' wow you are- something else." Jake cuts you off to defend himself.

"It really doesn't matter Jake the point I was trying to make before you interrupted, is that I'm picking you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm picking you. You absolute cynic." You shake your head.

"There's nothing wrong with cynicism first of all." Jake says and you scoff because of course that's what he's focused on. "Secondly, you're really picking me?"

"Yes, it shouldn't surprise you. You are deceptively charming when you want to be." You muse.

"How could I not pull out all the stops? I had incredible motivation." He smirks.

"Yeah I guess you're right about that, I deserve only the best." You say with an intentionally dramatized pose that makes Jake laugh.

"Indeed you do mi amor." He says after a moment and you can see in his eyes, even though you were joking that he truly feels that way and it's that look he's giving you that makes you more sure than ever that you made the right choice. 

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[notthatitmattersbutyes]

Better Pt. 3

It happened 5 months into officially dating. You hadn’t heard from Jake in 3 days, and this wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. You went to bed in tears and when you awoke, he was laying on the couch with a black eye. It was a rare Saturday when you had off and you had hoped for a great day out with your man. Unfortunately, he had other plans. It’s not that you didn’t trust Jake… you knew he loved you… but why the hell was he gone for hours, now DAYS, at a time with no call or text? Did he have a second family? Did he meet someone else?

Rather than put yourself through the misery of rumination, you stalk up to him and hit his arm. “Wake up, Jake.” You say. He mumbled something incoherent so you lean down to whisper in his ear. “We need to talk, Lockley. Now.” That woke him up. He takes you in as his eyes open, sitting up on the couch. You stay standing with your arms folded. “¿que ocurre, bebe?” You don’t know what to say. You just stare at him and it makes him antsy. “(Y/n), an you please tell me what’s going on?” He asks, standing now as well.

“You’ve been gone for days. 3 days. No call, no text.” The realization hits, he hadn’t even noticed how many days had passed. “I had a work thing.” He says, as if that were a logical explanation. “Mhm. A cab drivers convention where you go radio silent on communication for three fucking days?” He knows nothing he can say can help this situation so he just doesn’t say anything at all. You close your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You have to know what I think you’ve been doing, Jake.”

He laughs, humorlessly. “You think I’m with someone else? Eso es ridículo.” That made you mad. “Is it ridiculous? Is it? What am I to think when you’re gone that long? This isn’t the first time either. I don’t know where you go, Jake! And sometimes you’re here but you give me one word answers and then don’t even remember the conversation we had.” You sigh, sitting down on the couch. He kneels in front of you, cupping your cheek. “I want to tell you, muñequita. I really do but… I don’t think you’ll believe me. And then you’ll leave me and I- I don’t know what I’ll do.”

You remove his hand and put both of yours on either side of his face, making eye contact. “Listen to me when I say this; as long as you’re not out cheating on me, I won’t judge you and I will believe you, okay?” He shakes his head. “Tú lo pediste.” He comes and sits next to you. “Okay. Hold your questions for the end.” He looks at you before continuing. “So you know that I am Jake Lockley. Well… I… we.. well I guess me? Anyway, I have DID. I am an alter, or well I have alters. Jesus, this is difficult.” You put your hand on Jake’s leg. “Go on, Jake.” He smiles and takes your hand in his. “Thank you. Okay, so there’s three of us; Me, Steven Grant, and Marc Spector. Now this last part… it’s a lot. We work for the Egyptian God, Konshu. Have you heard of that guy Moon Knight?” You nod, “Of course, he’s all over the news this week, he just freed all those poor kids from that hostage situation. God it took him…” you look up at him, a smile playing on his lips. “Three days. That’s us. We’re moon knight.” You’re speechless. Your boyfriend has multiple personalities and they all work for an Egyptian God and that makes him a superhero.

“Can I meet them?” You ask. He nods. “You can, they um… they already know you, obviously and they’re very eager to meet you so they might be… a lot.” You giggle. “That’s alright, honey. I’ll love them because I love you. They’re a part of you.” He smiles again before his eyes roll and it’s as if he’s disappeared. Before you is a skittish man, and he’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. “Hi! What’s your name?” You ask. He breaks into a mile wide smile. “I- I’m Steven, Love. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Well I’ve already met you, I suppose, only you didn’t know it was me. Funny, innit?” You laugh with him and can’t seem to wipe the smile away.

“I love your accent, Steven.” You compliment. A deep blush covering his features as he looks down. “Ah thank you, Darling. I love yours.” You laugh a bit. “Do I have an accent?” You ask. He nods his head. “American.” He says, no other explanation needed. “So what’s your story?” You ask. Steven blows out a puff of breath. “Well… I work-worked at a museum in London. In the gift shop. That is, until Jake brought us here to America for a job with Konshu. His mission was over but before going back to London, he stopped at your diner and was so enamored with you, he’d begged us to stay another night. And another. Eventually my job let me go and Jake got this apartment so we just stayed and everything else is history, I suppose.” You frown a bit. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Steven. You must miss home terribly. I suppose that’s my fault, I didn’t realize… well, at any rate, I’m sorry.” He tilts your face toward his so he can meet your eyes. “Chin up, lovely. We couldn’t be any happier than we are now. Plus, we can all visit London on holiday soon, yeah?” You smile, his positivity infectious. “Of course, Steven.”

He looks over your shoulder to the mirror on the wall, a stern expression written on his face. He rolls his eyes. “Marc wants to speak with you. Don’t listen to a word he says, we are happy but he’s a real hard ass. Alright?” You laugh and nod. “See you soon.” And suddenly your hands are dropped and this Marc is already standing above you, pacing. “Hello, Marc.” You say, tentatively. He looks over at you quizzically, hands on his hips. “Do you really love Jake?” You’re taken aback. “Of course I do.” You state. He shakes his head, getting close you to and you stand up, taking a defensive step back. “Are you sure? It’s not just because he kicked your ex’s ass? I know you’re infatuated with each other now, but do you really know him? What if you get bored? Or can’t handle us leaving all the time? What if-“ you walk over and hug Marc tightly. He stops talking, not hugging you back. “What the hell is this?” He asks. You just squeeze tighter. “Just accept it.” You whisper. He puts his arms around you.

You let go and take his hands, bringing them between you. “I’m not going anywhere. And I’m already used to the leaving, I just didn’t know what the hell he was up to. Also… bored? Come on now.” You laugh lightly and he chuckles in response. “I want to know everything about him, about the lot of you. If you’ll let me.” You add, suddenly unsure of Marc’s acceptance of you. He sighs, smiles, and hugs you again. “Fine. But I really want to try that fried chicken you made, Jake didn’t let me front that day at all.” You look at him confused. “Front?” You ask. He explains, “Whoever is using the body at any given time is fronting. Like right now it’s me, a minute ago it was Steven.” That makes sense. “I see.” You say. Marc begins to grumble a bit and shake his head as if he has water in his ear that he’s trying to dislodge. “Jake wants to come back, doesn’t he?” You say. Marc nods but before he lets go, you get a forehead kiss and a “See you ‘round, Angel.” He winks before Jake is back and you’re pulled into another tight hug.

“Por favor discúlpalos, cariño. No puedo perderte, sé que son idiotas..” you shush Jake and rub a soothing hand on his back. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here.” He takes a deep breath. Both of you walk over to the couch. Your legs go over Jake’s thighs and he runs one hand up and down one calf while clutching your hand with the other. “What did you think of them, Cariño?” He asks. You smile. “I think they’re lovely. Just like you. I think we’ll all get along.” You say. Jake gets serious for a moment. “You know, muñequita… they um… they say they love you.” He whispers. You don’t know what to say. “How do you feel about that, baby?” You ask quietly. He shrugs. “I’ve never had anything that was just… mine. I’ve never had a girl. I’ve never had a place. But when I met you I got the place, and now I’ve got the girl. And…and I don’t know that I’m ready to give that up yet.” You run your hand through his hair. “I can understand that. I’ve only just met them today, honey, and if you’d rather our relationship just be between us, that’s okay with me. If you want to work out a way we can all… we’ll maybe share isn’t exactly the right word, but you get what I’m saying; We can revisit that down the road, okay? But right now, I’m all yours.” You lean over and kiss his cheek.

“All mine.” He says, kissing you lovingly before carrying you to bed.

#moon knight #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #marvel #moon boys #steven grant #marc spector

[imagineredwood]

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5    Part 6    Part 7    Part 8   Part 9       Part 10    Part 11  Part 12   Part 13   Part 14  Part 15  Part 16   Part 17  Part 18   Part 19  Part 20  Part 21 

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: None 

Word count: 3.1k

***All this baby talk, y’all fucked me up 😂***

Translations 

“Ahora, compórtate. Haz lo que ella diga, no causes ningún problema.” – “Now, behave. Do what she says and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Gracias por esto, mi amor.” – “Thank you for this, my love.”

“Que nombre bella.” – “What a beautiful name.”

“Y que mujer bella.” – “And what a beautiful woman.”

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“Buenos días, Camila.”

Camila smiled as Elisa spoke. Opening the front door wider for the woman and her children to walk in.

“Bueno días, Elisa.”

“Hi!”

Camila chuckled as Eddy’s voice rang out loudly and she looked down to find him looking up at her, his hand moving frantically as he waved, Esperanza waving as well though much quieter as per usual. Camila watched as the children walked into her house. She had been to their house plenty of times, the children used to her now, but they had never been over to her home. Eddy bounced on his feet, unable to contain his excitement while Esperanza looked around silently, her pacifier moving slightly as she suckled and observed her new surroundings. Her round dark eyes finally settled on Cam and squinted as she smiled. Camila returned it before looking back at Elisa. Her long thick hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail though it was now slicked back perfectly. She wore grey slacks and a white blouse, black pumps on her feet. Camila gave a low whistle and Elisa hushed her, a pink hue coming to the roundness of her cheeks.

“Ay, nena.”

Camila laughed lightheartedly as she helped the woman unpack her children’s things.

“You look amazing, Elisa.”

The woman swatted at Camila, trying her best to hide her smile as she pulled out a lunchbox.

“Esperanza’s milk and her cup are here too. Just give it to her if she gets grumpy. I have their food in here too.”

With a tilt of her head, Camila took the lunchbox.

“I told you that you didn’t have to bring food. I can feed them here.”

“I know.”

Shaking her head, Camila took the lunchbox into her kitchen and placed it in the fridge, already knowing that she wasn’t going to take anything from there unless there was something specific the kids wanted to eat. Camila knew Elisa was running short on money and groceries for children wasn’t cheap. Better to keep that for when she was sending them to school. Elisa finished unpacking the back just as Camila returned to the living room to hear Elisa lecturing the children.

“Ahora, compórtate. Haz lo que ella diga, no causes ningún problema.”

“Si, mama.”

Eddy responded and threw an arm over Esperanza’s shoulders, hugging his little sister into his side. Elisa nodded, sufficed and pulled her children in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the tops of their heads. She turned them and pulled Camila into a hug of her own, the younger woman’s eyes going wide for a second before she settled in and wrapped her arms around her neighbor. Elisa spoke gratefully into Camila’s ear.

“Gracias por esto, mi amor.”

Elisa pulled away and Camila gave her a warm smile.

“Anytime.”

Elisa turned and waved once more to her children before heading through the living room and to the front door. Camila followed with the children, watching as Elisa walked down the driveway and across the grass to her own driveway. To Camila’s side, she heard Esperanza whimper around her pacifier as she watched her mother leave. Camila quickly reached down and offered the toddler her hand, which she quickly used both of her tiny hands to latch onto.

“She’ll be back, corazón.”

Esperanza looked up at Camila and nodded, tilting her head to rest her cheek against Camila’s thigh. Eddy, however, was already back inside, pulling his trucks out of the backpack that his mom had brought and beginning to play with them on the rug of Camila’s living room. Camila turned and ushered Esperanza ahead of her, not wanting her to see her mother drive away. Instead, she bent down to pick up on of Eddy’s toys and held it out to the younger sibling who took it and sat down cross-legged. With a smile, Camila stood back upright and opened her mouth to ask what they wanted for breakfast when her phone began to ring in the kitchen. Jogging over, she picked it up and looked down at the screen, an involuntary smile coming to her face. Swiping across, she brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hi, cariño.”

She could hear the smile in EZ’s words as he spoke.

“Hi, preciosa. Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

He had spent the night in his trailer the last couple of nights, club business having him busy until the early hours of the morning. He didn’t want to be waking her up when he came in so late so he’d elected to stay there, but three whole days of not sleeping next to her were already creating an aching longing within him.

“Are you busy today? I miss you.”

Camila’s hearts swelled at his words, but she winced at the same time.

“I’m not busy with plans but I am watching the kids from next door. I told their mom I would take care of them for her today. I was just about to see what they want for breakfast. Maybe you can swing by, come eat with us?”

Camila offered up the opportunity. She wasn’t sure if he was going to want to spend his day around kids when he had just wanted to be with her. To her surprise, his tone was cheery as she accepted, and she could hear his smile once again.

“Yeah, that’s cool. I just wanna be with you.”

Camila’s cheeks hurt with the width of her grin and she nodded, more to herself than anything.

“Well then come be with me.”

The couple said their goodbyes and hung up, Camila placing her down onto the counter and turning to walk back to the kids. They looked up as they felt her presence and she appealed to them.

“French toast?”

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Camila had barely finished whipping up the eggs when she heard the rumble of EZ’s bike coming up the street. Esperanza sunk into herself some at the noise while Eddy raced out of the kitchen and into the living room to look out of her window.

“Is that the man with a motorcycle?!”

Camila laughed to herself at the enthusiasm of the boy and nodded.

“Yep. That’s my boyfriend.”

Eddy’s eyes got impossibly bigger and he snapped his head over to stare at Camila.

“Wow. You’re so cool.”

The older sibling sprinted back into the kitchen then, asking questions one right after the other.

“Do you ever ride on his motorcycle? Is it scary? Does it mess up your hair? Do you get bugs in your mouth?”

Camila laughed heartily at his questions as EZ walked in through the already unlocked front door. Eddy looked at him from the kitchen then whispered to Camila.

“Is that him?”

“Mhm.”

EZ secured the door behind him and then turned. He beamed as he laid eyes on Camila, having missed being home with her.

Home.

He wasn’t sure when, but at some point, home to him had come to mean Camila’s house and he felt his heart flutter at he thought about one day owning a home with her. One that they shared, that they could call their own. For now, her home was more than enough for him and she walked into the kitchen, eyes now pulling away from his girl and toward the two children standing beside her, staring up at him with eyes like saucers. He imagined how he must have looked, a leather-wearing stranger towering over them. They had seen him a couple of times before when they were playing in the front yard and he would go to see Cam. He would wave and they would wave back. That was at a distance though. Taking a knee, he put themselves at their height and made sure to keep some distance as he smiled softly. He waved at the two of them, the boy waving back quickly while the girl hid much of her face behind Camila’s leg, only one of her big, brown eyes peering to look him over.

“Hi. I’m Ezekiel, you can call me EZ.”

“I’m Edwardo, you can call me Eddy.”

Camila laughed softly behind her hand as Eddy parroted EZ’s words, wanting to look cool.  EZ looked up at her as he heard her laugh, his smile widening before he looked over at the girl.

“Y tu, muñequita? What’s your name?”

She looked up at Camila who reached over to run her hand over EZ’s hair lovingly. The child then relaxed some, trusting Camila and unhiding her face from behind her leg, reaching a tiny hand up to pull the pacifier from her mouth. A squeaky voice came from her pouty lips.

“Esperanza.”

EZ wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was her high-pitched tone or the way that she accentuated her name perfectly, but EZ thought she was the cutest thing in the whole world and his eyes turned into near slits as he smiled.

“Que nombre bella.”

Esperanza smiled and bashfully hide her face behind Camila’s leg again. EZ’s smile remained and he looked up at Camila, her eyes full of love as she looked down at him. Standing back up, he leaned toward her and pressed his lips against hers. He spoke against her lips after he pulled away some.

“Y que mujer bella.”

Camila smiled and pecked him once more before they pulled away entirely, Eddy standing patiently as he waited for them to finish.

“Are you gonna make the French toast now?”

Both adults looked down at the brother and Camila nodded, ruffling his hair as she knew he was hungry.

“Yep. We’ll start making them now.”

EZ smiled and rested his hand on Camila’s shoulder, squeezing softly.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands, then I’ll come help out.”

He walked away from the trio and headed to Camila’s bathroom, running his fingertips over her memorial altar gently as he passed. Turning on the faucet, EZ’s mind drifted to the last couple of days. As if things weren’t complicated and messy enough, Angel had let EZ into his clique, taking him out to the desert to introduce him to the side project he, Coco and Gilly had been working on.

Los Olvidados.

EZ couldn’t believe Angel, but he didn’t have the right to judge, considering the secret he still harbored. He worried about Angel. For his safety, for his future. His goal and intentions wouldn’t matter if the club found out what he was doing. Angel wanting to ‘save’ the club could very well end up being its demise and the thought made EZ anxious. He had a lot riding on this deal, KJ still poking around. If Angel’s connection to Adelita blew up, who knew what other secrets it would uncover. EZ swallowed dryly and looked down, the soap long gone from his hands. Shaking the excess water off, he shut the faucet and grabbed the towel hanging from the rack, drying his hands as he looked at his reflection. Just when things seemed to be settling down, more dirt got kicked up and the only thing that would be able to soothe his worries was Camila. Hanging the towel back up, he unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom, down the hall. He walked through the living room and slid out of his kutte, hoping that removing the leather would make him seem more approachable to the tiny humans. He tossed it down onto her couch and walked toward the kitchen, stopping as Camila came into view.

She stood at the stove with her back to him, relaxed in her shorts and t-shirt. Eddy was beside her standing high on his tippy toes as he watched her dunk the piece of bread in the egg mixture before placing it onto the skillet, one hand hanging onto the hem of her yellow top. She held Esperanza, the toddler sitting high on her left hip, head resting on Cam’s shoulder and facing EZ. The little girl smiled softly as she saw him and then wrapped her arms around Camila’s neck, snuggling into her. EZ couldn’t see Camila’s face, but he could only imagine the joy she wore as she tilted her own head some, resting it against the child’s.

EZ swallowed as he took in the sight, a sudden surge of longing hitting him. He didn’t think about children often, in fact sometimes outright avoiding the thought of them. To think of them hurt. It brought back the memories of the anguish he felt learning that Emily had been pregnant, only for her to tell him that she was going to get rid of it in the same breath. He hadn’t regretted letting her go, he had felt that it would be for the better. Had he known she was carrying his child though, his reaction and handling of the situation would’ve been much different. He would’ve done what he had to do, whatever it was, to make sure that his child had a decent life. That opportunity was snatched away from him though and thoughts of children weren’t thoughts that he enjoyed having. Now in this moment though, for the first time since he could remember, the thought made a warmth spread through his chest. He could feel the scene in front of him differently. He could picture coming home after club business and walking into to see Camila as his wife, holding their children as she cooked dinner. He could picture a future with her where she gave him a family. Looking at her now, children in her motherly presence, he felt hope. He could hear Angel’s words repeating in his head.

“I know after Emily, you didn’t know if you were gonna get another shot at a family or whatever. I think maybe this is your chance.”

He watched as Cam grabbed the spatula and slid it under the first piece of French toast, turning to place it down onto a plate. In her movement, she saw EZ standing there from the corner of her eye and turned fully, facing him now. His eyes stayed glued to her, Esperanza still resting on her shoulder as she held her. Cam’s brows furrowed as she looked at him, unable to read his expression.

“You good?”

Her voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he grinned stepping forward to help her finish up breakfast.

“Yeah, I’m good.”  

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EZ yawned as he sat on the couch, Camila on the opposite side while Eddy and Esperanza were between them. The lights in the living room were off as they watched COCO on Netflix and the darkness was starting to reveal the exhaustion he felt after the last couple of days. He just didn’t sleep the same without Camila by his side. He had gotten too used to it and now it just felt off. Angel had asked about the bags under his eyes and EZ had told him the truth. Angel had nodded, understanding and telling him to go and spend some time with her then made a whipping noise. EZ didn’t care how whipped he may have seemed, he was head over heels for Camila and there was no way he was going to hide it.

Looking away from the tv and over at her, he saw her watching the movie, fingers absentmindedly gently raking through Esperanza’s dark locks as she held the little girl. She was sat in her lap, her cheek squished as she rested against Camila’s chest. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and they blinked slowly, sometimes staying shut for a few seconds before snapping back open as the child woke herself up, not wanting to miss the movie. EZ pushed his bottom lip out in a pout at her cuteness and whispered to Camila.

“She’s almost out.”

Camila looked down and smiled, using her thumb to motion to the kitchen.

“Can you go and heat up her milk for me?”

With a nod EZ stood from the couch, ruffling Eddy’s hair as he walked away. He got the milk from the fridge and poured it into a glass, putting it into the microwave and warming it. He looked over at Cam while he waited. She sat looking down at Esperanza, a soft smile on her face as she brushed the girl’s hair away from her chubby face, tucking it behind her ears. The microwave beeped loudly, startling him and drawing back his attention. He took the milk out and tested it on his wrist before pouring it back into the sippy cup and returning to the living room. He handed the pink cup to Camila and she mouthed a thank you at him while he sat back down. Esperanza sat up some when she saw her cup and Camila held it out to her, the sister taking it and situating herself so she was laying back in Camila’s arms drinking. Eddy was tired as well and slowly started to lean into EZ’s side more and more as the movie went on. Finally, EZ lifted his arm and held it out, offering the space to Eddy who smiled tiredly and scooted in closer, resting against EZ’s side.

It wasn’t long before the movie was over and both children were asleep. Camila and EZ looked at each other as the credits rolled and EZ silently motioned his head over to her room. She gave a nod and they both slowly maneuvered themselves and the children until they held them in their arms, walking to the bedroom to lie them down. They both placed them down gently on the mattress, pulling the comforter to cover them. With the children settled in, EZ and Camila quietly made their way out of the room, leaving the door open so they could hear. Back in the hallway, Camila turned to EZ with a smile.

“Sorry. I know you wanted to hang but I promised I would watch them. She needed to go to an interview.”

“It’s fine, Cam. I don’t mind. This was fun.”

Camila laughed and he could tell that she didn’t believe him. Reaching out, he took both of her hands in his.

“I’m serious. I had a good time. They’re cute kids. It doesn’t always need to be a club part or a ride. Just being with you is enough.”

They were both quiet for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter.

“That was cliché as fuck.”

EZ nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it was. I mean it though. I missed you.”

Camila’s laughter died away and she brought her arms forward to wrap around his waist, hugging him to her as she looked up.

“I missed you too.”

EZ’s smirk was prominent as he gazed down at her. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her as well, his hands sliding over the swell of her ass as he pressed his lips against her ear. His voice was low and husky as he spoke.

“You can show me how much once they get picked up.”

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“Santa Surprise” Part of the Hostage Series

A little holiday story featuring my Barba family for @thefanficfaerie​‘s Christmas OTP challenge. There’s domestic fluffiness mixed with a hint of smut. ❤️

Prompt 16: Santa

Slightly NSFW (Santa kink, anyone??)

Rafael finished wiping down the counters after dinner when something odd struck him. It was quiet—too quiet. You offered to host the SVU holiday party and were currently out shopping with Liv, leaving Rafael alone with a five year old and two toddlers. Creeping into the living room where his children were, he expected total chaos, but instead was greeted with a picture perfect moment.

There was Mila sitting in front of the fireplace flanked by her two siblings while she showed them her pop-up book of The Night Before Christmas. “On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus comes down the chimney and then he leaves you presents under the tree,” she explained, pointing to the fat, jolly man dressed in red. “But if you’re bad, then you get coal.”

“No one is going to get coal this year,” Rafael said. “Santa just texted me and he said you all have been very good.”

Mila gasped and looked up at her father in awe. “Papi, you know Santa!”

“Of course I do,” he replied and picked up Rory and Ben, kissing them both on the cheek. “Ok, my little reindeer. Bath and bedtime."

Ben giggled and pointed to Rafael. “Santa!”

Rafael shook his head. “No, I’m not Santa. I’m Papi.”

“No, you Santa,” Ben replied.

“Santa!” Rory chimed in, grabbing at her father’s beard.

Rafael let out an exasperated sigh. Ever since he had decided to grow a beard that winter, the twins had taken to calling him Santa. It was beginning to get old. He walked up the stairs, balancing the twins in his arms with Mila following close behind.

“Papi, is Santa going to be at the Christmas party?” Mila asked while Rafael was wrangling Rory and Ben into the bathtub.

“Maybe, but remember muñequita, Santa is very busy this time of year. He may not be able to make it,” Rafael replied. Just then Rory escaped from the bathtub and ran down the hall, screaming and leaving a soapy trail.

“Oh God, we have a runaway. Rory, come back!” Rafael got up and chased after the naked toddler.

Mila grabbed the rubber ducky from the sink and handed it to her little brother. “Looks like someone is getting coal in their stocking,” she said in a sing-song voice, making Ben laugh.

*****

Rafael was utterly exhausted by the time you came home. After getting Rory back in the tub, Ben decided to make a run for it, escaping down the hallway. Once the twins were finally bathed and put to bed, Rafael then had to negotiate bedtime with Mila. He sang. He danced. He read stories. He was beginning to feel like a one man show on Broadway.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rafael tilted his head from side to side, noticing the grey that streaked his hair and beard before looking down at his soft belly. No wonder the twins kept calling him Santa.

With a sigh, he shut off the bathroom lights and walked into the bedroom where you were waiting. Taking one look at your poor husband, you held out your arms to him. Rafael collapsed onto the bed and into your warm embrace.

“Rough night?” You asked.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded, his head practically buried in your chest.

You softly laughed, having experienced bedtime with Mila and the twins when Rafael was working late. “Thanks for watching them. I really appreciate it. There was no way I could’ve gone shopping with those three running around the store.”

“Anytime,” Rafael replied, his voice muffled against your skin.

You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. A groan escaped Rafael’s lips as his body began to relax. He nuzzled against your chest making you giggle and squirm. “Your beard tickles.”

Rafael raised his head and saw the red mark he had made on your sensitive skin. “Sorry,” he sheepishly said.

“Don’t be. I love it,” you purred.

“You do?”

You smirked and stroked his scuff. “You look so sexy with a beard. It drives me crazy.”

Rafael wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Good to know,” he whispered and pushed up your flimsy silk nightgown, exposing more of your bare flesh. He lay open-mouth kisses on your stomach, dragging his tongue across your skin while spreading your thighs with his large hands.

You bit back a moan and tried to focus, knowing that if he kept this up you would forget all about what you had planned to ask him all evening. “So Liv and I were talking,” you abruptly said.

“Uh-oh, never a good sign,” Rafael murmured against you.

“And we were thinking what if you dressed up as Santa for the holiday party?”

Rafael stopped and met your gaze. “Santa? Really? I don’t know,” he groaned. “The squad would never let me live it down. I already dress up for Halloween, now I gotta be Santa too?”

“Everyone would love it! Besides don’t pretend you don’t love dressing up for Halloween every year.” You sat up and playfully narrowed your eyes. “I see how excited you get when we pick our family costumes.”

You had him there. Over the years, Rafael had grown to love Halloween. Being married to you, it was hard not to be. This past Halloween you were characters from Alice in Wonderland. You dressed up as the Red Queen. Rafael was the White Rabbit. Mila was Alice, and Rory and Ben were Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. It was becoming a sweet family tradition.

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” he said and gently pushed you back down onto the bed before going back to his previous task of leaving a trail of kisses down your body.

“Liv and I found a really nice Santa suit,” you said.

“Mmmhmm,” Rafael mumbled while nibbling on your inner thigh. You gasped and arched your hips towards him.

Rafael was playing dirty, trying to distract you from your mission. But your husband underestimated you. You were determined to get him to play Santa. “The guy at the store is keeping it on hold for us. I have to let him know tomorrow if we’re going to take it,” you continued. “We thought you could dress up and pass out treats to the kids.”

Rafael huffed out a breath. “Mi amor, can we talk about this later. I’m a little preoccupied at the moment,” he said, gesturing to your open legs.

“I just think it would add such a great touch to our party and the kids are so excited for Santa this year. Mila even made him an invitation.” You scrambled out from under Rafael and grabbed Mila’s invitation from the top of the dresser, handing it over to him.

The invitation was a picture Mila had drawn of herself and the twins with Santa. The little five year old even signed her name along with a few scribbles in red and green crayon which he suspected were Rory and Ben’s signatures. The drawing tugged at his heart strings. He felt like the Grinch whose heart grew three sizes. If he could be a Lewis Carroll character for his family, he could certainly be good ol’ Saint Nick.

“You promise it’s not some cheesy polyester suit?” Rafael asked.

“Actually I think it’s a cotton-poly blend. A light breathable fabric.”

Rafael gave you a warning look. “Y/N.”

“I’m just kidding. It’s a nice suit. Way better than any Santa costume you’d find at the mall.”

“Alright,” he conceded and set Mila’s invitation on the nightstand. “I’ll be Santa.”

You squealed with excitement and wrapped your arms around Rafael. “You are the most incredible husband and father. Have I ever told you that?”

“You have, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again,” he teased and planted a searing hot kiss to your lips. “Now that we got all that sorted,” he purred, kissing down the gentle slope of your neck. “May I please—” His mouth moved lower, kissing the swells of your breasts. “Continue what I was doing earlier.” He pulled your nightgown off and kissed a path from your right hip to your left hip.

You softly moaned, your eyes slipping close. “Whatever you say, Santa,” you breathed with a hint of a smile on your lips.

Rafael’s eyes darkened. In an instant, he had you flipped onto your back. “Oh you’re asking for it now, cariño.”

*****

It was the night of the party. Rafael and Sonny stood outside on the front stoop. When you stopped by the store to pick up the Santa outfit, you spied a beautiful lime green and red elf costume. It even came with pointy shoes. You rented the outfit and miraculously had managed to talk Sonny into being an elf. “I still don’t see why you get to be Santa,” he grumbled. “Whoever heard of a 6 foot elf.”

Rafael rolled his eyes. He was beginning to sweat within the red jumpsuit. His face itched and he silently cursed himself for not shaving before placing the fake white beard on top of his real beard. “For the last time, it’s my house and Y/N asked me to be Santa.”

“I’m just sayin’ I’m always Santa at the Carisi house.”

Rafael gave Sonny a dead-pan stare before knocking on the door.

“I got it,” he heard Fin say. Fin opened the door to see Rafael and Sonny dressed in their Christmas regalia and took out his phone to snap a picture. “I got my Christmas gift right here,” he laughed.

Rafael and Sonny walked past a still laughing Fin and into the house. “Hey everyone! Look who’s here,” you announced when you saw your husband and partner.

“Santa!” All the kids exclaimed and ran towards Rafael and Sonny. Rafael smiled and said hello to everyone in his best booming Santa voice. He had to admit seeing the children’s faces light up with joy made it worth dressing up in a ridiculous costume.

“Ok, kids. Santa is going to sit by the Christmas tree. You can each go see him and get a treat from his elf.” You looked back and winked at Rafael and Sonny.

Rafael sat down in a big armchair while the kids lined up. Fin’s grandson, Jaden, was first. He wanted Transformers.

When Noah asked for a puppy. Rafael glanced up to see Liv vehemently shaking her head at her son’s request. “Uhhh….you may need to ask the Easter Bunny for that one,” he told the little boy.

As soon as Amanda place Billie and Jesse on Rafael’s lap, they screamed and cried. Amanda laughed and took a few pictures. “They’ll love these pics when they’re older,” she teased.

It was Mila’s turn after that. With a shy smile, she hopped up on Rafael, then the inquisition started. The little girl was relentless, asking question after question.

“Santa, did you bring Rudolph with you tonight?” She sweetly asked.

Just as Rafael was about to answer Sonny interjected. “He’s back at the North Pole,” he said with a mouthful of cookies. “Santa only takes Rudolph with him when the weather is bad.”

“Oh, ok. What about the fireplace? What do kids do when they don’t have fireplaces. Do you still give them gifts?” Mila looked up at Rafael with big green innocent eyes.

“Well….I…you know fireplaces…” Rafael’s voice trailed off, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

“I know what Santa does. He uses Christmas magic,” Sonny answered before chugging a glass of milk.

“Actually my elves also freelance as chimney contractors,” Rafael replied, not wanting Sonny to outshine him. After all, he was Santa.

Sonny snorted a laugh. “Really, Santa? Chimney contractors.”

Rafael glared at Sonny and flicked a bell dangling from his hat. “Why don’t you go and pass out the candy to the kids.”

“Tough gig,” Sonny mumbled and went to pass out treats.

You watched Mila’s interaction with Rafael and had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. She was definitely her father’s daughter. “Baby, why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas,” you said, deciding to save your husband from Mila’s line of questioning.

When Mila was finished, you brought over the twins. Rory and Ben held hands and warily eyed the man in red. “This must be Rory and Ben.” Rafael picked up the twins and set them on his lap. “What would you two like for Christmas?”

Rory smiled and pointed at him. “Papi!”

“No, Rory. I’m Santa,” Rafael said with a nervous laugh. “Unbelievable,” he thought to himself. The first time in weeks the twins call him Papi and its when he’s in a Santa costume.

Ben shook his head and giggled. “No, you Papi!” The tiny toddler yanked off Rafael’s fake white beard in front of everyone.

There was a collective gasp in the living room. You and Rafael locked eyes. His panic-stricken expression matched your own. “Papi? You’re Santa?!” Mila exclaimed.

All the children began to cry, asking their parents if Santa was real. It was amazing how in the blink of an eye, your party turned into a total disaster.

“Remind me again why we decided to do this?” Rafael shouted to you above the pandemonium.

It took a while, but the adults were finally able to calm everyone down and tell the children that there was indeed a real Santa. With some quick thinking on your part, you explained that Santa and Rafael were friends and Santa sometimes asked Rafael to help out when he couldn’t attend parties due to prior engagements. Rafael agreed, saying it was a little job he had on the side during the holidays.

The older children were a little skeptical of your story, but after bribing them with a few more chocolates and some additional questions from Mila, they seemed to be appeased and the party went off without a hitch.

*****

Later on that evening, you checked on Mila and the twins. They had passed out as soon as the party was over. You walked back to your bedroom, expecting Rafael to be fast asleep only to find him sitting in a chair in your bedroom with a mischievous grin on his face. He was shirtless, wearing only the red pants and suspenders along with the Santa hat, having forgone the fake white beard and red jacket.

A tingle shot straight to your core. You never had a Santa kink...until now. “Santa, what are you still doing in here?”

“Well, I was about to leave, but then I realized I never asked you what you wanted for Christmas,” Rafael said.

“Give me one second.” You held up your finger and ran to your dresser.

Rafael spied a flash of red when you pulled something out of your drawer before you made a beeline to the bathroom. He twiddled his thumbs and whistled a Christmas song while patiently waiting for you.

Just then he heard a crash coming from the bathroom. “Ow, fuck!” You muttered.

“Everything ok in there?”

“Yep,” you called out, slightly out of breath. “Be right out.” A minute later, you opened the door dressed in a sheer red lace baby doll teddy lined with white faux fur and a matching red lace thong.

Rafael audibly gulped, drinking you in from head to toe, all the blood in his body pooling in his groin.

“Well, what do you think.” You blushed and slowly twirled to show off the lingerie before sauntering over to Rafael.

“I love it, he softly groaned and ran his large hands up your thighs and around to your backside, giving your ass a firm squeeze. “Wait, you didn’t get this while out shopping with Liv, did you?”

“No,” you giggled. “I picked this up a while ago. Finally thought of an opportunity to use it.”

Rafael looked up at you, his green eyes half-hooded with lust. “Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap,” he purred and patted his knee.

You straddled his lap and ran your fingers through the smattering of hair across his chest, playfully snapping one of his red suspender straps. “I have to tell you, Santa. I’ve been really naughty this year,” you softly said, grinding against his growing erection.

“Well let’s see what we can do about getting you back on the nice list,” Rafael growled, kissing down the slope of your neck. You gasped and dug your nails into his biceps, feeling his scruff scratch against your soft skin. Rafael smirked, nibbling and sucking until a bruise formed right above your clavicle. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the Christmas cookie body spray you had spritzed on earlier. You smelled good enough to eat.

It may have been a crazy chaotic evening, but one thing was for sure—playing Santa certainly had its perks.

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Smooth

Pairings: Chris Evans x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 1580

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Angst, Unrequited love, Fluff (Teeny Bit)

A/N: This is part of @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ Marvel Play list. I got Smooth by Santana featuring Rob Thomas. I don’t have a beta reader to look into this so sorry if it sucks. More announcements at the end (might be a part 2).

December 2018, Bronx, NY

“I don’t think I can do this.” you muttered to yourself, looking up at the ceiling.

It had been five days since your grandmother passed away and you were still in complete shock. You had only spoken to three days before. She had been in the hospital for about a week due to her heart condition, but she had been released and was doing a lot better according to her doctor. So when news of her passing reached you while you in the middle of production of the movie you were working on, you thought it was a joke.

You felt the foot of the bed dip, “Come on Y/N,” Your co-star and best friend Chris said softly, patting your thigh, “You have to go. At least be there for your dad.”

You took one of the extra pillows beside you and pulled it over your head, a small part of you hoping that all of this was a terrible nightmare. You heard him sigh and get up from the bed, “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” You heard his footsteps fade away before hearing the door to your hotel room close.

You laid in bed for a few more minutes before finally forcing yourself off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Chris Evans was a sweetheart. He had been your best friend for almost eight years. You had just moved to Los Angeles when you had been casted as an extra in Captain America: The First Avenger. You were a nervous wreck but he helped you through it and you both had been each other’s person to lean on. However you had both been cast in a movie where you play each other’s love interest and it’s making you face certain feelings that you had been trying to repress for a long time.

After taking a quick shower, you quickly got dressed in all black and headed down to the lobby and met up with Chris. Leaving the hotel, you both drove 25 minutes into the South Bronx in silence. As you were nearing the funeral home, reality finally hit you. It wasn’t a nightmare. You felt yourself start to get agitated when suddenly, you felt a large hand cover your free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “It’s okay doll.” He gave you a small smile, “I got you.”

Walking inside the funeral home, you were met with family member that you haven’t seen in years. After greeting everyone, Chris and you made your way over to your mom who was sitting on one of the couches.

“Hola ma.” You called out to her.

She snapped her gaze from the ground and onto you, “Y/N!” she rushed over to you in a flash and pulled you into a tight embrace, her hot tears soaking your leather jacket.

“How’s dad?” you asked her in English, wiping some of the tears from your eyes.

“Esta mal.” She answered back to you in spanish, “El estuvo en el hospital con ella y se le murió en sus brazos.”

You closed your eyes in agony, “Oh no.”

Steve looked at you with a quizzical expression on his face, “What did she say?” He asked.

“My dad….was in the hospital that night.” your voice trembled in response, “She died in his arms.”

“Oh my god doll, I’m so sorry.” he pulled you into a hug, and surprisingly, it felt nice.

You pulled away from Chris, then turned to look at your mom, “Voy a buscar a mi papa. Tu te acuerdas de Chris verdad?” you asked as she nodded.

“Hola papi.” She gave Chris a warm smile, “How are you?” She asked in her thick spanish accent.

You excused yourself from them and made your way through the throng of people that surrounded you before finally finding your dad, standing by the doorway greeting the other guests.

“Hey dad.” you gave the man with graying hair a big hug.

“Took ya long enough kiddo.” He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

It broke your heart to see him in this position. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”

He shook his head, “You got here as fast as you could kiddo.”

The rest of the day was a blur. It was as if your mind and body were on autopilot. By the time you had gotten back to the hotel, it was almost 11:30.

“Can’t wait to get back to my hotel room and pass out.” Chris said as you both stepped out of the elevator.

You stretched out your legs “Same here. Being cooped up in a SUV all day sucks.”

He let out a chuckle, “Yeah, Tell me about it.”

You both stopped outside your hotel room. “Well this is me.” You announced nervously.

“Okay.” Chris answered simply, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.

“Okay.” You said as he turned on his heel and walked down the hall.

You pulled your key card from your pocket and scanned it against the lock but before you can turn the knob to let yourself in, Chris called out to you, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you need anything doll, you know I’m next door.”

“Roger that, Cap.” You winked at him playfully and for a split second you thought you saw his cheeks flush pink.

Stepping out of the shower, Chris grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around his waist. He quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a gray t-shirt and fell back on his bed, turning on the tv and flip through the channels until something came up and sparked his interest.

He looked over at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was almost midnight. He shut off the television and before hearing a tune that he hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“Man, it's a hot one Like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone But you stay so cool”

He hummed along to the music until he heard your voice singing along to the song.

“My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove

And if you say this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood Because you're so smooth And it's just like the ocean under the moon It's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it”

He was surprised at how well your singing voice was. Chuckling to himself, he propped himself up against the wall and closed his eyes, humming along to the soothing sounds of Carlos Santana.

“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you stood outside Chris’ hotel room, running your fingers through your hair, “What am I doing here?”

You paced up and down the hall for a moment before finally building up the courage to knock on his door.

“I should go.” You muttered to yourself, when suddenly the door swung open and Chris walked out looking down at you.

“Y/N?” He asked groggily, making you weak in the knees, “What’s wrong?”

“I uh…” you looked down at your feet, “I can’t sleep.” You looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile, “Can I spend the night with you?”

“Of course doll.” He replied, stepping aside and letting you in.

“You still thinking about your grandma?” He asked as he walked passed you to the other side of the room where the mini fridge was and pulled out two small brown liquor bottles.

“Yeah.” you let out a sigh, thanking him as he handed you one of the bottles.

Unscrewing the caps, you both made a quick toast and downed the shot.

“Man that’s strong.” You grimaced at the taste of the whiskey.

You stayed up for hours, talking to Chris about the memories of the sweet little old lady that helped you pursue your dreams.

Before you knew it, it was 4:30 in the morning, “I should get going.” You slurred as you got up from the couch but fell back down immediately, “God, I’m so drunk.” you let out a laugh.

“Maybe you should lie down Y/N.” Chris suggested as he grabbed of the extra pillows and handed it to you.

You took it and tossed it aside, feeling brave as you got up from the couch and walked towards him.

“Maybe…” you trailed off, looking up at him with your best attempt at a sultry look, “You should kiss me.”

Before he could open his mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips against his.

At first he was shocked, but then he kissed you back, before immediately he pushed you away.

“No!” Chris said in shock.

“Oh my god.” You sobered up fast, all the color draining from your face, “Chris I am so sor-”

He cut you off, “You gotta go Y/N.”

You nodded and quickly made your way out of his hotel room and made it back into your hotel room, slamming the door behind you and slid down to the floor, “Smooth Y/N…” you chastising yourself for being capable of doing so stupid, “Real fuckin’ smooth.”

A/N: I am so sorry that I haven’t been on tumblr lately. I’ve been going through a massive writer’s block and depression. I want  to dedicate this story to my grandmother who passed away last month. She was the sweetest little old lady and I miss her so much. 

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A Hard Lesson in Matters of the Heart: Chapter 1

Authors’ Note: Happy Wednesday, wonderful readers, wherever you are!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I are so excited to bring you the next installment of our “Hard Lesson” Series!!! Lots of drama ahead, but let’s start off with something sweet!!! We hope that you enjoy!!!

           Bliss.

           Nirvana had nothing on the atmosphere in the Barba household. With Ashtonja’s adoption finalized, the family fell back into their normal routine. In the mornings, Natalia made sure her two older girls were ready for school before Rafael escorted them out the door. Hazel and Holly were growing so fast, and Natalia tried to cherish every single milestone her babies accomplished with loads of pictures. For his part, Rafael basked in the wonder of everything his girls could do and were, but a part of him was ready to get back into the swing of things.

           Finally, he got word from the DA’s office that the welcome mat was out.

           “Mmmm… the lasagna smells so good!”  Violetta happily said as the delicious scent wafted through the townhouse.

           “Mom is trying out a new recipe,” Ashtonja commented, sampling the gravy with a smile.

           “From Tio Sonny?” Violetta inquired.

           “Yes, sweet pea,” Natalia replied, feeding Hazel a spoonful of baby food made up of carrot puree.

           “I bet it will taste great!” Violetta licked her lips and peeked through the small oven window.

           “Did someone skip lunch today?” Rafael teased as he settled Holly into the highchair next to Hazel. He already had her dinner in hand with a small towel over his shoulder. Feeding the twins side by side had become a nightly ritual before they had their own dinner.

           “We just have snack,” Violetta replied nonchalantly.

           “We were a little distracted making bracelets,” Ashtonja said sheepishly as she patted Violetta’s head. Their spring break had been full of so many crafts.

           “Soon, you’ll have to set aside all those bracelets for homework,” Natalia gently reminded them. No doubt that activity would run just as smoothly. The girls were getting along perfectly; it was as if Ashtonja had always been a part of the family.

           Violetta sighed dramatically. “Please don’t remind us!”

           “Then it’ll be summer vacation, V,” Ashtonja reasoned with a smile.

           “And then you can do all the crafts you want, muñequita.” Rafael promised as he gave Holly her spoonful of the carrot puree. She happily babbled on and on in approval of the dinner of choice, but Hazel seemed slightly reluctant to make merry of the meal.

           “What about swimming classes?” Violetta asked hopefully.

           “Those too. It will be a busy summer,” Natalia said with a wink as she swirled the spoon for Hazel, who was still not a fan. “Come on, Hazel, open up!”

           Hazel turned her head to the side as Natalia tried to coax her to open her little pout.

           “Hazel, please.”

           “I no think Hazel like carrot,” Violetta pointed out.

           “Holly is eating it right up,” Rafael chimed in, his tone satisfied as he succeeded in feeding Holly another spoonful.

           Natalia struggled a bit more, but she could not give in and allow her first twin to become a picky eater.

           “Come on, baby, just another bite,” Natalia begged as she moved the little pink rubber spoon closer to Hazel’s little lips.

           “She looks like she’s going to---”

           Before she could let out anything in the way of a wail, Maggie’s cheerful voice echoed through the townhouse. Hearing her Tia Maggie’s tone turned Hazel’s frown upward, and the baby happily giggled when she saw Maggie and Dodds come through the door.

           “We come bearing treats and congratulations!”

           “Oh! Tia Maggie what you bring?” Violetta jumped excitedly as she watched Maggie set a box down.

           “A delicious white chocolate raspberry cake.” Maggie excitedly unveiled the dessert as Ashtonja, Violetta, and Natalia gathered round the kitchen island.

           “That is the only dessert I’ve had all week,” Dodds muttered, taking Hazel into his arms and shaking his head.

           “That her craving of choice?” Rafael asked. “Guess pineapple pizza doesn’t run in the family.”

           And even as she smiled, Natalia rolled her eyes at her husband.

           “Her only one so far. At this point, I would take the pickles and what not,” Dodds replied, and Maggie glared at him.

           “Just be thankful it is something you can easily get Michael Dodds,” Maggie said by way of a soft warning.

           Laughing, Natalia patted her brother-in-law’s back. “I’m sure Mike is as grateful as we are for this dessert.”

           “Definitely! It looks amazing!” Ashtonja agreed.

           “Come on, Ash, lets finish setting the table so we can eat it!” Violetta took hold of her older sister’s hand, and the two happily went off into the dining room.

           “Are you looking forward to going back to work?” Maggie glanced at Rafael as she took a sip from her water glass.

           Rafael nodded, feeling more content than usual. He had his daughters, Natalia, and his career all set in place. “Yes, I think it’s time.”

           “Well past,” Dodds said with a reassuring smile. “And it will be a piece of cake for you.”

           “Pun intended, Tio Mike?” Violetta giggled as she eyed the cake that was sitting on the island, just waiting to be devoured.

           “Now where did you learn that?” Natalia asked curiously.

           Ashtonja blushed. “She asked me what that meant when she heard me talking on the phone with one of my friends from school.”

           Rafael laughed loudly, his proud smile growing wider. “Good of you to explain it so she could make sense of it. Now my muñequita makes grown-up jokes.”

           “I sure do!” Violetta confirmed with a smirk, and she bit into her piece of lasagna.

           “Jokes aside, there are a lot of changes at the DA’s office, according to my Dad.” Dodds turned to Rafael as the ladies were swept up into a conversation about shopping later in the week.

           “I’m not surprised. Been gone awhile. But I still want to get back into the thick of it,” Rafael simply stated, and he took a bite of his own food.

           “Tia Maggie, you not as big as Mami was when she had Hazel and Holly in her tummy,” Violetta curiously remarked as she tossed her food this way and that on her plate.

           “Ah, but your mommy was carrying twins sweetheart,” Maggie gently reminded her niece.

           “No. I think it cause Mami ate so much pizza lots of times!” Violetta argued back as a matter of fact. Every day that went by, a part of Rafael seemed surer that Violetta would follow in his footsteps, studying law at Harvard and beyond.

           But she still needed to mind her manners.

           “Violetta, that’s not very polite,” Rafael warned.

           Natalia laughed it off with a wave. “She’s only speaking the truth. But, sweet pea, I still was eating for three.”

           “So I make no harm. Right, Mami?” Violetta said, kissing her mother’s cheek.

           “Of course not,” Natalia replied.

           Ashtonja glanced at Maggie and Dodds sitting across from her. “Do you know yet if you’re having a boy or a girl?”

           “We’ll find out at the next doctor’s appointment,” Dodds replied, reaching for Maggie’s hand.

           “Maybe we’ll find out we’re having twins, too!” Maggie joked, as Dodds’ eyes widened at the prospect.

           “Um… I mean… Hazel and Holly are wonderful. But---”

           “Don’t worry, Tio Mike. I teach you all about twins if Tia Maggie has two babies!” Violetta gladly offered up her services, making everyone laugh.

           “Thank you, Little V,” Dodds said. If not a lawyer, Rafael mused, Violetta would make a wonderful teacher.

           Just like her most beautiful mother.

           With Dodds and Maggie gone for the night and their daughters settled into bed, Natalia joined Rafael in their bedroom. She noticed how nervous he seemed as he prepared for the next day, picking out his suit and making sure everything was in order before he returned to One Hogan Place.

           “Atticus?” Natalia gently called him as she leaned against the door-frame and watched him move about the room frantically.

           Rafael stopped in his tracks when he heard his wife’s voice. He turned to look at her and smiled, sinking into the bed and beckoning her to join him.

           Natalia didn’t need to be told twice, and she sat down on his lap to kiss his lips.

           “Are you just a little anxious about heading back to work?”

           Rafael shook his head. “No. Not at all.”

           “Rafael…” She sighed and leaned her forehead against his. “I saw you lay out four different suits before settling on the pinstripes.”

           “You don’t like that one?” Rafael worriedly asked. 

           “Now, you know that’s my favorite one… but seriously.”

           “I can’t hide anything from you. Can I?”

           “No,” she said. “I know you like the back of my hand.”

           “Such lovely hands,” he murmured, kissing her there and pulling her closer.

            “Fine,” he said. “Maybe I’m a little anxious. 

            “Don’t be,” she soothed, stroking his cheek. “They’re so lucky to have you back.”

            “Thank you,” he said softly, rubbing his nose to hers. “Still... there’s nothing with making a good first impression all over again.”

           “Can’t argue with that… you’ve proved that more than once,” Natalia said as she recalled their second meeting after having met at the gala, when he went on to charm her, to steal her heart.

           “See? I’m just making sure I keep up my perfect streak.”

           “Oh, I am more than happy to help you with that right now,” Natalia said breathlessly. With another deep kiss, she pulled him down towards the sheets and switched off the light.

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A Little Lesson in Healing: Chapter 2

Authors’ Note: Happy Sunday dear readers! Back with another little lesson on Rafael and Natalia’s healing process. We are so glad you guys enjoyed the first one, now here is another after Adam Conway and their trip back from Venice. Thank you so much for your amazing support!!! @rauliskafan and I hope you continue to enjoy!!!

**Italicized bits are from the past. 

           Freshly returned from Venice and jet-lag aside, Natalia somehow found the time to unpack and settle everything into place. Not wanting to put it off any longer, she sorted through some things that needed to be sent off to the dry cleaners. Maybe on his way to work, Rafael could drop the items off.

           Consumed with the task at hand, she still wasn’t ready to leave the enchanting city on the water behind. Because coming back meant that she had to face all the memories of those terrible days before Italy. The days where Adam Conway and Francis Devenue had reentered her life, had terrorized her… and her family.        

The violet gown remained in the same spot where she had left it. On the floor in the back of the closet. Natalia felt a shiver run up her spine when she laid eyes on the piece of purple fabric. In her heart, she knew she would never wear that dress again. Too many painful memories… not the sweet scenes of Venice but memories from her distant past, a troubled past she wished to forget and never think on again. She swore she would forget…

…but now she stood in the middle of the walk-in closet gripping the laundry basket tightly, turning her knuckles white.

How could she ever truly flee the images flickering through her mind?

She felt as if Devenue still had her in his power, his fingers digging deeply into her throat. Was the window closed? There was no air circulating around her, and she could feel her skin beginning to burn.

“Natalia?”

Struggling to find her voice, in desperate need of a fresh breath, Natalia let the basket fall to the floor, the voice of Adam knocking her down, of Devenue vowing to punish her for the other man’s crime flooding her mind.

“Stop it!” Natalia screamed as she bolted out of the bedroom, almost running right into Rafael.

“Natalia… wait!” Rafael called out, but she made a beeline for the front door. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get out of here,” she said weakly, grabbing a sweater and disappearing into the night without any further explanation, needing to escape the cage that seemed to reassemble, to trap her all over again.

           Rafael sighed against the door before entering. The outcome of the morning was not what he had expected. His name was cleared, and yet it was less than enough in the eyes of his new superiors at the DA’s office. A part of him thought it was ridiculous to head down there in his best three-piece suit and think they would automatically offer his old job again as if he had simply been away on some extended holiday.

           And yet, he hoped that he could right the ship and resume his life, to provide for his girls.

           Not to be. Not yet. Maybe never? Feeling like a complete failure, he wondered how he could face his girls now. Seemingly without a choice, Rafael let out an unsteady breath and opened the door before regret could get too tight a grip on him.

           “Atticus?” Natalia greeted as she descended the steps and flashed him a warm smile. “How did it go?”

           The eagerness in her voice set him slightly on edge. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint her. But…

“Not the news I wanted to hear.” Rafael loosened his tie with unnecessary force and walked straight over to the bar in need of a drink.

           “What did they say?” Natalia asked innocently, setting a few toys aside and watching her husband intently.

           “The powers that be are still in a flux, and they won’t lift the suspension anytime soon.” Rafael took a swig of the single malt scotch and immediately served himself another glass. All the while he avoided his wife’s concerned gaze.

           “Rafael, they’re probably just trying to sort some things out,” Natalia began to reason, but he shook his head.

           “There is nothing to sort out. I didn’t do anything wrong. But I’m the one still being held accountable for everyone else’s crimes!” Rafael’s voice grew louder, and he ran his hands through his hair as Natalia tried to quiet him.

           “Shhh… the girls are down for their nap.” Natalia moved closer and took the empty glass from his hand. “Atticus, even if you don’t back to Hogan Place, there will be other opportunities.”

           “No, my reputation is tarnished,” Rafael whispered harshly. “And the longer this lasts, the worse it gets.”

            “Atticus,” Natalia started, cupping his face in her small hands. “Everything will sort itself out. In the meanwhile, spend time with us.” She kissed his cheek sweetly. “I rather like having you around.”

           Unable to fight a strange feeling bubbling in his soul, Rafael glanced up and inched away from his wife. “I can’t… Natalia, I can’t do this. I can’t just sit here and stay idle forever.”

           “It’s not forever,” Natalia said. “Just a few more days in our ivory tower.”

           “It’s more like a cage,” he hissed. “And I don’t like feeling trapped.”

           “But, Atticus---”

           “Not now, Natalia!”

           She seemed taken aback as Rafael marched out of the townhouse, back into the chilly air without another word.

           He had no sense of direction as his feet pounded the pavement. The wind suddenly filling his lungs began to clear his head, and when he turned a corner, not realizing where he was, Natalia’s hurt face appeared in his mind’s eye. Along with the sharpest pang of guilt.

           He didn’t mean to snap at her like that. But this was his career, a career he had worked so hard for. Now it was slipping away through no fault of his own. Before the beauty that was Natalia entered his life, it was all he had to hang on to. And with it came a sense of purpose, a way of making wrongs right.

           It seemed the only way he could make a mark on a place called Earth, in a city named Manhattan.

           No longer true. Life was more than trials and motions and prepping witnesses for hours on end. His purpose was the beautiful schoolteacher, the family they had built. How could he ever lose sight of that?

           How could he say that he was sorry now?      

           Lacking an answer, he continued to trudge down the sidewalk when a storm broke out, and suddenly he was drenched. As the rain cascaded over his sorrowful form, Rafael ran across the street to a shop, ducking under the awning to avoid the deluge.

           Only when the door swung open did he realize it was a vintage record store. From which flew the strands of a familiar song. Hearing O soave fanciulla, he remembered the first night he took Natalia to the opera, the way her eyes lit up as she watched the stage and the way her pink silky dress felt against his skin in the moments when they skipped the second act.

Somehow even then, he understood that she was the missing piece to the puzzle that was his heart.

           How could he have walked away from her? A sudden waved of sadness washed over him as a cab sped off, the splash from a puddle staining his shoes. Even if the rest of this day existed as a testament to his other failings, he had to fix the one thing that mattered most lest the puzzle becomes a jumble of mismatched pieces once more, the organ only beating to keep him alive without the joy that was such a wonderful woman at his side, in that same heart.

           Running, growing wetter with each step, he finally found himself back before the townhouse for the second time that day.

           Ever so slowly, he entered.

           The warm, comforting scent of meatloaf filled his nose, and he saw the older girls setting the table for dinner.

           “Papi! You home just in time!” Violetta cried excitedly, rushing towards him as Rafael knelt to take her into his arms.

           “I missed you, muñequita,” Rafael said with a kiss to her cheek.

           “Me, too!” Violetta beamed. “But why you take an umbrella if you go out?”

           “Papi made a mistake,” he sheepishly admitted. “One he won’t make again.”

           Accepting the answer, Violetta returned to folding the napkins. And Rafael shuffled into the kitchen in search of his wife.

           “Mi hermosa flor?”

           Turning to face him, her face was soft, her lips a straight line. No doubt she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, and while he had no real excuse for his actions…

            “I’m so sorry for lashing out at you,” he began. “I was upset. Angry. But still, I never should have---”

           Shaking her head, the line of lips forming a smile, she circled her arms around his neck. “Nothing to apologize for,” she said. “You needed a moment to yourself. Now you’re home. Where you belong. That’s all that matters.” She kissed him sweetly and leaned her forehead against his.

           “It was still unfair of me to---”

           “What’s unfair is that you’re so soaked!” Natalia laughed, kissing him again.

           “You’re too good to me,” he murmured, seeking out her lips again. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

           “But there’s nothing to forgive,” Natalia assured him. And in that moment, Rafael felt his soul soothed, the bad feelings left out in the rain, and the perfect puzzle in place and the picture complete.

           Upon returning to the townhouse, Natalia noticed Rafael sitting on the steps, waiting. Knowing her husband, the man would have held vigil all night if necessary.

           “Are you alright?” Rafael asked, quickly approaching her the second their eyes locked. Suddenly feeling shy, she wrapped her sweater tighter around her body.

“Yes, I’m a little better,” she said.

           Rafael offered his hand to her, and she took his palm quickly. “You want to talk about it?”

           Natalia let out a shaky breath and sat beside him on the steps.

“I… when I saw the dress… it all came back,” she started. “It was just too much to take So I ran. And I… I’m so sorry.” Tears began to stream down her cheeks, and Rafael immediately held her to his chest.

           “Hey, shhh,” he whispered. “There’s nothing to forgive. You’re back. You’re home. And that’s all that matters.”

He tenderly kissed the top of her head, and Natalia released a heavy sigh, happy to have him close, longing to leave the past behind…

…and knowing that her heart would always mend when it beat in time with his.

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Muñequita pt. II

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Warnings: Minirs Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Girl!dad Javi. Javi struggles with his Colombian past. Javi falling in love with his daughter and reader (all over again) VERY fast. The man’s a simp for his family and he don’t even know em. Javi cries and opens up to reader (he’s still very vague). Valeria loves him literally immediately. Javi is actually scared she won’t and she’s just like “mine.” No season three they’ve got other guys on that case (Steve and Javi refused they just wanna be small town cops now)

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Javier had never been too worried about his clothes before, he didn’t spend very long choosing his outfit and usually just wore what he was comfortable in, but getting up the next morning he was thrown in a spiral. It’s weird, a guy being so worried about what he’s gonna wear to go meet someone.

But this isn’t just someone.

This is daughter. He wants to make a good impression.

And then of course, there’s you. He’s spent the last five years thinking about the night you shared together, not even just the sex. Don’t get him wrong the sex was absolutely magnificent and would most definitely cross his mind more than once.

But, he found himself thinking about the way you made him feel as lot as well, how your laugh had echoed in his brain and then spread into his chest and throughout his entire body, keeping the two of you laughing until your cheeks hurt, which was an odd feeling for Javier, he hadn’t laughed like that since he was a kid.

He hadn’t been looking to meet someone that night at the bar, if he wanted to get laid he would go to Gabriella and get what he wanted from her, but after the day he’d had trying to run down Escobar, he was just too damn tired to talk to anyone.

But then he sat next to you, subconsciously drawn to the warmth he felt near you, not a physical warmth but something that swirled around and warmed up inside him and he wanted more more more.

Eventually he had Steve on the phone.

“Little girls like pink, right?” There was a short silence. “First of all, hello to you too. Second of all, what?”

“Estoy tan harto de ti, pendejo.” Javier rubbed his forehead before sighing heavily. I'm so sick of you, asshole. “Little girls. Do they fucking like pink or not.” “I- usually, yes. But not always. Why the fuck are you asking me if little girls like pink?”

“I’m meeting Valeria today. I want her to like me, pendejo.” “So you think… wearing pink is… is gonna make her like you?” “I don’t know! It couldn’t hurt!” “Look, Javi. Your shirt doesn’t fucking matter.” Steve sighed heavily on the other side. “Where’s Connie.” Javier asked, she was better at advice. “She took Olivia and Jack for ice cream.” Javier groaned loudly.

“Just- she’s five years old, Jav and she’s about to meet her dad for the first time, I don’t really think it matters what you wear, she’s gonna be obsessed with you as soon as she meets you.” Steve chuckled softly and sighed. “… alright. Alright.” Javier stared down at the button ups he’d been staring at for an embarrassing amount of time before putting the white away and deciding to wear the pink one. “Bye.” He hung up and went to shower before getting dressed, trying to scrub every inch of any cigarette he’d had in the last 24 hours off his skin.

He’d been trying to stop but on the way to Steve’s he’d stopped to buy a couple looseys from the one gas station that would sell them.

After that he waited, impatiently, for an appropriate time to call about coming over. Nine was way too early, noon felt… eager, and anything later than one or two felt too late. It resulted in him dialing your number, staring at the numbers before shaking his head and deciding it was too early about four times.

Eventually he decided 12:30 was pretty much the perfect time, so he dialed your number one last time before hitting the green button instead of the red one this time.

When you picked up he heard your voice fade in. “Valeria, don’t climb on the counter. Vas a romperte el brazo.” You’re going to break your arm. “Hello?” Javier didn’t realize he had a huge smile on his face until he looked in the mirror hanging up on his bedroom wall, tucked away from Chucho and his bat-like ears. “Hey- uh- it’s Javi.” “Oh. Hey. So… you heard she thinks my house is a jungle gym.” Javier chuckled softly.

“She seems like the type.” Javi scratched his chin lightly, silence settling over the phone for a moment before he spoke again. “So uh when… when do you want me to.. come over?”

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Valeria had been practically bouncing around the house all morning. When you’d gotten up you sat her down at breakfast and explained to her gently while she was eating that her daddy was home and wanted to meet her. Her eyes had gotten so wide and so bright, she’d practically inhaled the rest of her food before running off to her room, screaming that she had to find something to wear.

You had to follow her and help, of course, she was independent but the truth was if you let her dress herself she’d end up either not wearing anything or end up wearing two dresses, a skirt, and a pair of jeans with one flat and one sneaker. If that seems like an oddly specific example, it’s because you have in fact let her dress herself and she tried to go to school wearing that exact outfit.

“Querida?” Javi’s soft voice through the receiver brought you back as you watched Valeria carefully climbed down off the counter. “I’m here. Sorry. Sorry I was.. just thinking. Um. You can come whenever now. Honestly, the sooner the better because Valeria wants to look pristine when you get here but I can see her resolve cracking every time she looks out the window.” You laughed softly.

Javi laughed a little harder this time. You watched as Valeria ran away from the windows towards you, grabbing your leg and jumping. “¡¿Es él, mami?! Is that him?!”

On the other end of the line Javier could feel his heart squeezing in his chest and you could hear his breath hitch in his throat. “I-I’ll be there soon.” His voice was softer, you almost couldn’t hear him but you did and a slow smile spread across your face. “Okay.” You said softly. “See you soon.”

You hung up the phone and took just a brief second to smile and feel giddy before being sucked into Valeria’s world again. “Is he coming? Is he coming?!” She whined. You laughed softly and knelt down to pick her up. “Yes, mi muñequita, he’ll be here soon.”

Valeria nodded and laid her head on your shoulder and you could sense her nerves start to build up in her tiny little body. “What’s on your mind, muñequita?” You asked softly, rubbing her back gently.

“.. do you think he’ll like me?” You looked down at her quickly. “What? Of course he will. He’s going to love you, Val.” You whispered softly, kissing her cheek gently, feeling that guilt from last night start to settle in your stomach again. Fuck. Is this what the day had planned for you? Constant unimaginable guilt? “He- you’re so smart and funny and energetic. He’s going to fall in love with you the second he sees you. Just like I did.” You kissed her forehead.

She played with the collar of your shirt. Being a mom who literally refused to enjoy herself you didn’t have ‘dress up’ clothes, sure you had nice clothes, but nice clothes for you meant things like shirts that weren’t stained from play time with Valeria or days where she’d be sick and couldn’t stop herself in time to make it to a trashcan- lets just say there’s a trashcan almost everywhere in your house now, just in case she gets sick.

You were, however, wearing your nicest clothes, which was a beige colored v-neck with a little pocket on the front that adorned a heart, your jeans were light wash, a few bleach stains from laundry mishaps, a missing back pocket, the bottoms frayed from dragging the ground, but they fit you really well and you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

“Can I watch Elmo?” Valeria looked up at you hopefully and you laughed softly, nodding. “Of course. Go pick.” You set her down and watched her run over to the VHS collection of Elmo tapes and watched her fondly.

You were shocked how easily she could move on from things, how she could go from nervous and scared to excited and asking to watch Elmo. Though, if you thought back to your night with Javi, he seemed to be the same way, like he was constantly flipping between emotions, urging off certain ones in favor of others.

You wondered briefly if Valeria did the same thing, wanting to watch Elmo to stave off the nervous feelings. When you saw her pick her desired tape, though, you shook the thoughts out and made your way over, putting the tape in and starting it for her, kissing the top of her head as she sat down, immediately entranced.

You went to the kitchen to prep something to eat when Javi got there, figuring you would have lunch together and, hopefully dinner but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself. The occasional peek in on Valeria told you no matter how glued in on Elmo, if she heard a car she was running to the window, staring out of it in hopes that a car would stop.

Until you heard her let out a loud gasp and tiny scream. “¡Mami! ¡Mami! ¡Él está aquí! He’s here!” She ran into the kitchen and grabbed your hand to yank you to the door. “Come on!” You were glad she was at least following your rule about not opening the door, the yelling inside was going to take more time.

You picked up your feet to walk to the door, she was surprisingly strong for such a small girl but you were just going to blame that on the excitement. As you got closer to the door you felt nervous, the feeling spreading when you heard a door close in your driveway.

“Mommy open it!” Valeria was jumping up and down, standing slightly behind you. “I am, I am.” You laughed and shook your head, reaching out to pull the door open just as Javi was stepping onto the porch.

Javi froze for a second and got that puppy dog look on his face again as he looked at you before his eyes fell down to the tiny figure behind you and his breath caught in his throat.

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Javier looked down at the little girl, his own eyes staring back at him as he swallowed thickly, she’d had a big floppy hat on yesterday so it’d been hard to see her face but god she was beautiful. Fluffy brown curls that reached her shoulders, some pieces sticking out in a way that reminded him of his own hair.

He hesitated a little before slowly kneeling down, wanting to get at her level as you did the same, stepping over a bit so that they could get a better look at eachother.

“Muñequita… this is your daddy.” Javi looked at you when you called her muñequita and wanted to laugh at the irony but all of a sudden a tiny body was slamming into his chest and little arms were throwing themselves around his shoulders.

He blinked rapidly, eyes widening a bit as he looked at you and then down at Valeria, slowly wrapping his arms around her, letting his eyes close as he soaked in the feeling. “Hola, papá.” She said into his neck, the voice so soft and tiny he was ready to give both of you whatever the hell you wanted.

He took a deep breath to steady the shaking feeling in his chest. “Hola, mi Valeria.” He whispered softly. After a moment Valeria was sliding away just a little bit and her tiny little hands were settling on his cheeks and rubbed lightly, giggling happily and hugging his neck again before looking back at you

“Mommy mommy! It really is him! He looks just like me!” Valeria jumped up and down, absolutely overjoyed that she got to meet her dad.

You laughed softly and felt your cheeks warm up a little under the heat of Javi’s gaze. “Come on. I… I made lunch.” The two of you stood up and Valeria bolted inside yelling about Dino nuggets and tater tots, despite you trying very hard to get her to have something else. “It’s my favorite, mommy! He has to know!” She’d insisted.

You’d laughed and shook your head but ultimately agreed and made enough for the three of you because she demanded you all eat the same thing, insisting you’re a family and families eat the same meal.

“Dino nuggets..?” Javier looked at you curiously as he stepped into the house. You laughed softly. “They’re chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs.” You smiled and closed the door behind him. “Oh.” He nodded slowly. “Huh. Okay.” He pursed his lips, making a mental note of that.

“Sorry. Hi. You look great.” Javier turned to you better with a soft smile. You felt your cheeks warm up and laughed a little as you shook your head. “I look as great as the mother of a five year old can look.” “Which is fucking fantastic, Querida.” Javier shook his head. He wasn’t going to get into that, not yet anyway.

So maybe Javi had a thing for milfs, could you blame him? Especially when they looked like you. “Come on! I’m hungry!” Valeria shouted from the table, whining loudly. You blinked rapidly and looked towards the kitchen with a laugh. “We should probably go. The last time I missed lunch- by two minutes mind you, she tried to make her own milk and spilled it… all over the counter and floor.” You spread your hands out and shook your head. “The whole carton.”

Javier raised his eyebrows and looked towards the kitchen, snorting a little. “.. well we better go, then.” He motioned for you to go so he could follow you, his hands rubbing nervously on his thighs behind you, trying so very very hard not to stare at your ass, thanking god when you got to the table and the two of you sat down, Valeria practically bouncing in her seat as she asked Javier to sit next to her, brown eyes big and shining. How could he say no to that face?

He sat next to her with a smile, you dropping yourself down in front of them before starting to deal out the tater tots and Dino nuggets.

Javier listened as Valeria explained the delicacy of biting a nugget, eating a tater tot, and biting the nugget again, even going so far as to show Javier and tell him that was the best way to eat them, to which you’d laughed but ultimately agreed with her.

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After lunch Valeria was finally allowed outside, screaming in joy as she ran, jumping up and down by her swing set. “Will you push me? Will you push me?” She asked Javier, grabbing his arm when the two of you walked over. “Please, daddy?”

Please, daddy?

The words echoed in Javier’s head as he nodded his head slowly, looking down at Valeria with a star struck look on his face. “Of course I’ll push you, Valeria.” He stood behind her on the swing and looked at you nervously as you nodded your head. “Just no trips to the moon.” You teased.

Javier laughed and nodded. “Yes ma’am.” He pushed Valeria on the swing, not too high but high enough to keep her satisfied as she told Javier all about being in Kindergarten, kicking her little legs happily.

Javier felt his chest swell as he listened to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he started to think about everything he’d done, everything he’d caused in Colombia. How one night, in the midst of that terrible shit he met you and had the best fucking night of his adult life, and it produced this sweet, tiny, innocent little girl that was just too perfect for this world.

And she loved him with every atom in her tiny body.

It made him sick.

Not because he didn’t want her to, or because he didn’t love her. But because he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to have someone love him so wholeheartedly like that, not with the things he’s done. “Javi?” He snapped his eyes over to you and blinked rapidly as you frowned. “Are you okay?”

Javier nodded rapidly. “I’m fine.” He smiled lightly. “I’m fine.” He repeated before looking down at Valeria, who was looking back at him with a tiny frown. The frown melted into a smile though and then she telling Javier he could stop the swing before jumping off the swing and bouncing on her heels.

“Jump rope! Jump rope! Jump rope!” She shouted before running to the box of outside toys to grab her longest jump rope. “Here, daddy! You hold one end. Mommy, you hold this one.” She gave you each one end.

Javier’s cheeks were red and he had a smile on his face as he watched her, looking at you for help on what the hell he was supposed to do here. “Just.. swing your arm back and forth.” You told him, laughing softly. “You’ll get the hang of it.” You teased.

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The day went pretty much like that, Valeria found all kinds of things to play with Javier, introducing him to all her favorite games and toys until she was almost completely tuckered out, thumb stuck in her mouth a telltale sign she was getting sleepy. You never discouraged this, it made her comfortable and it was the only time she did it and it would normally only last until she was asleep, which didn’t take long once the thumb was in place.

“Alright, it’s time for muñequitas around the world to go to bed.” You said softly, your chest squeezing at how she was glued to Javier’s side as you watched a movie, little eyes drooping, one of his arms around her while the other gripped tightly at the cushions. There was something wrong, that much you could tell, you just didn’t know what it was.

Thankfully, Valeria didn’t fight and in her sleepy state reached for you to take her to bed, letting out a big yawn. You laughed softly and gently pulled her from Javier’s side. She reached out last second, though and clung to his neck before pressing a sleepy kiss to his cheek. “Buenas noches, papá” she whispered sleepily before letting you tug her away.

Javier took a deep breath and smiled softly. “Buenas noches, Valeria.” He rubbed his hands on his pants and when you turned around he hesitantly got up and followed you.

You didn’t really hear him behind you, changing Valeria into her nightgown before tucking her into bed, pushing her hair back. “Did you have a good day, Muñequita?” You whispered. Valeria smiled sleepily and looked at you with that same love-filled look, none diminished like you were afraid.

“He’s just like I thought he’d be, mommy.” She whispered happily, her eyes absolutely shining. “He’s so nice and he smells good and he’s super strong! And really fast! I told you he was a superhero, mommy.”

You laughed softly and kissed her forehead as Javier felt his earth shatter and then come back together and then explode again. Hearing you say it was different from hearing her say it and it had him stumbling back to the couch, completely losing his nerve to finish watching your nightly routine. Maybe another night.

He lowered himself onto your couch and pressed his hands to his mouth as he stared at a picture of you after you gave birth to Valeria, completely alone with that tiny baby in your arms, nothing but a nurse next to you for moral support, it made him want to throw up. You were giving birth to his daughter and he was probably fucking a god damn hooker in his sleazy ass apartment. Or watching a fucking child get shot in the forehead, or-

Jesus fucking Christ is he crying right now?

He looked down at his hand and sure enough there was a god damn tear right there on his hand, mocking him. “Javi?” He looked quickly, your sweet voice bringing him back again, slowly pulling him back down to earth. “What’s wrong? Was it too much today? I’m so sorry I didn’t know she was going to-“ “no.” Javier shook his head and wiped his eyes quickly as he stood up, going over to you.

“No it’s not that. I love her. God I love her so fucking much. She’s amazing. She’s so- fucking happy. She’s so happy. And so- full of love- and that’s the problem.” You blinked rapidly and frowned deeply. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t deserve it.” Javier shook his head. “That’s what’s wrong. I don’t.. deserve to be loved by her like that. By someone so innocent.” “Javi- what are you talking about.” “I’m not a superhero- god I’m not even a fucking hero- or a side kick.” He scoffed and walked away from you, hands on his hips as he looked at the ceiling.

“.. Javi-“ “don’t give me that ‘no one feels like one’ bullshit.” Javier scoffed and looked back at you. You furrowed your brows and hesitated a little before making your way over to him and then guiding him down onto the couch. “… you need to talk to someone about it, Javi.” You said softly.

Javier scoffed. “Like a shrink?” You rolled your eyes. “Or a friend.” You closed your hands around his lightly and pulled them closer. “I’m here to listen. You don’t have to tell me everything, or go into detail if you don’t want to.” You rubbed his hand with your thumb.

Javier looked at your hands for a while, silent. After what felt like five minutes he looked at your eyes and took a deep breath. “A lot of… the bad shit that happened.. over there. I was.. around, in the area, when it happened. I saw a lot of it… head on. Explosions, shootings… the shit with Los Pepes. It was my fault” His fist tightened under yours.

“… I watched the news.” You nodded. “I wouldn’t let her but I… wanted to try and keep track of you somehow.” You looked down and brought his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I’m sorry you had to see stuff like that.” You looked up at him.

“But… Javi whatever you did over there. Whatever happened… you thought you were doing the right thing. You had to catch Escobar.” Javier looked at you for a minute and shook his head as he looked away. “One of em was a fucking kid.” He mumbled, his jaw tightening.

“Teenager, almost a teenager…” you moved closer to him. “We rounded up his lookouts.. it was just a bunch of kids, all of em…” he took a deep breath. “Carrillo… I thought we just.. were gonna bring them in..” he shook his head. You blinked rapidly as you put the pieces together. “I just fucking stood there. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t do anything.” He swallowed thickly.

You shook your head slowly. “Oh Javi… oh god I’m so sorry.” You let go of his hand and hugged him tightly, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while your other hand settled on the back of his head, running your fingers through the hair as he pressed his face into your neck and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his shoulders shaking.

“I don’t deserve to have her in my life I’m just gonna fuck her up. I’ll fuck it all up. I fucked everything up in Colombia. They didn’t even fucking catch him until I was gone. I don’t wanna fuck her up.” You shook your head as he rambled. “Javi… you’re not going to fuck anything up.” You frowned and pulled back, cupping his cheeks.

“She loves you and that’s not gonna change and you’re not gonna fuck her up because she’s too stubborn to let anyone change who she is.” You told him sternly, rubbing your thumbs along his cheekbones. “You love her too, I know you do. You can’t be around her without loving her.” You laughed softly.

Javier chuckled and shook his head as he looked down, nodding this time. “Yeah I.. I do I just.. I don’t know how to be a dad.” You shrugged. “Were your parents always perfect at it?” You raised a brow. Javier furrowed his brows. “Life sucks. We know that. It’s up to us to make it suck less. We can either wallow in the shit that isn’t our fault-“ you poked his chest a couple times.

“… or we can make the best of the situation at hand.” You smiled softly and Javier felt his heart jump in his chest and before he could stop himself he was clashing his lips into yours.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders but quickly eased into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, letting your mouth fall open when he traced your lips with his tongue.

He tasted like you remembered, but less cigarette taste this time, the smokiness was still there but it was accompanied by a new minty sort of flavor.

The kiss didn’t go much further than this, one of his hands on your cheek while the other explored the expanse of your body, gripping lightly at your hips and breasts, moaning softly into eachother’s mouths.

Soon he had you laid back on the couch, his body lined along yours, draping over you and surrounding you in his wonderful scent and warm body. He made no movements to put his hands under your clothes, not wanting to push anything too far considering he hadn’t even thought this was going to happen. He’d planned to be a gentleman about the situation.

As it dawned on him he leaned back and panted softly. “Sorry.” He looked down at you, swallowing thickly as you shook your head quickly. “Don’t be sorry.” You shifted under him, your face and neck burning.

“I just- obviously I like you.” Javier chuckled and slowly moved off of you, taking your hand to sit you up. “I don’t wanna fuck it up, though and I was hoping… you would let me take you out?” He licked his lips.

“Just me and you- I mean I love Valeria but I… I wanna take you out, get to know you. I planned to in Colombia but… I never had any fucking time.” Javier took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “So… if I.. make us reservations.. would you wanna go to dinner with me?” He asked hopefully.

You looked at him quietly for a second before slowly starting to smile. “Javi… Javi I would love to go to dinner with you.” You reached out and grabbed his hand again, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ll have to find a babysitter for Valeria. But I would love to.” Javier grinned and nodded. “Great.” He said softly.

As he looked at you he felt that bubbling in his stomach again, that urge to pull you in and wrap your bodies together for the rest of the night. “… I should probably go.” He said softly, squeezing your hand as you nodded. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

Javier smiled and stood up with you, walking out to his truck and turning to you as he opened the door. “I had a great day. Thanks for letting me meet her.” “Of course, Javi.” You laughed softly and shook your head. “Except- you can’t get rid of us now. You’re stuck.”

Javier laughed and nodded. “Good.” He teased, chewing on his lip before gently pulling you close to give you one last long kiss, sighing happily against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled against his lips and cupped your cheeks gently before pulling away, feeling your cheeks warm up as you laughed softly. “Okay go. Get away.” You teased, pushing him into his truck as you stepped back. “I’m gonna savor my peace and quiet. Maybe I won’t wake up with feet in my face tomorrow but I doubt it.”

Javier chuckled and nodded. “Alright, alright. Bye.” He got in his truck and started it, pulling out of the driveway as you waved, making your way inside. As you turned you made eye contact with Mrs. Sanders next door, a friendly old woman whose husband died not long before you moved in. Suffering an empty nest she was always eager to have you and Valeria over for dinner. When you looked at her she smirked at you and waved. You felt your cheeks warm up as you shook your head and went inside your house.

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When you got up the next morning you decided you'd spend the day buying a new outfit and making yourself not look like a tired mother for your date with Javier. As you got Valeria and yourself ready you couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, how any kiss since that night with Javier had seemed lackluster and... boring, how no man could make you feel the way Javier had even when you'd just been talking. And then how everything you’d thought you weren’t going to feel again was flooding your system, swallowing your sound and smothering you. He'd consumed every waking thought since that night and it had drove you crazy until you got another taste.

Once you and Valeria were dressed, you made your way next door to Mrs. Sanders, you knew she'd have questions about what she saw and you knew as soon as she heard the full story, she'd be taking Valeria and rushing you off to get ready for your date.

When you got to her porch she yanked the door open before you were even full onto it, which made you laugh. "Waiting for me, were you?" "Of course not, I just have a keen sense for visitors." Mrs. Sanders teased as you set Valeria down to greet her. The two hugged and then Valeria was sprinting off when Mrs. Sanders told her she already had Elmo in her VCR, which you'd taught her how to use when you'd learned she bought one so Valeria could watch her cartoons at her house as well.

"Now that she's occupied..." she pulled you to the kitchen where she had tea and cookies waiting for you, a glance into the living room would tell you Valeria was enjoying her own milk and cookies. "Who on earth was that handsome cowboy you had at your house last night?" You laughed and shook your head. "How do you know he's a cowboy?" "The way he walks- and by golly the way he kissed you." She fanned herself with a napkin. "Reminded me of my Randy before he passed." You raised a brow. "How long before he passed." She smirked at you this time and shook her head. "Enough about me. Who was he? An old flame? A new flame? No, not new, not with the way you looked eachother, held eachother. Tell me." She grabbed your hand, not even letting you get a word in to tell her.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you shook your head, laughing shyly. "... that was Valeria's dad." She gasped loudly and grabbed your hands tighter. "What?!" She practically screeched. "Oh, dear, why is he here?" "Well- I don't.. really know. I guess he grew up here before the whole… Escobar thing." Mrs. Sanders knew you’d met him in Colombia, knew that he was a DEA agent, but you still hadn’t shared his name with her yet, you weren’t sure why, maybe you wanted to keep him to yourself for a bit. You could see the gears turning in her head, though, and then she gasped again. "Javier Peña? Is that who that was?"

You blinked rapidly, opening and closing your mouth. "... how do you know Javier?" "Oh, gosh, I grew up with his parents, dear, look at me! I'm an old lady. not very many people here I don't know something about. I forgot he's been in Colombia! Oh his poor father Chucho must be so happy to have him home again. Gosh I need to call Chucho its been weeks." "Mrs. Sanders-" "Didn't I tell you to call me Sandy?" Sandra Sanders, you'd laughed a little when she'd introduced herself, you were lucky enough that she had the same sense of humor about it.

".. Sandy." You laughed as she gave you a smile and a nod. "Um... part of the reason I came over here was... because Javi wants to take me out, he’s supposed to call me with the reservation and everything later but... I have nothing appropriate for date night, my nails look horrible, I need to get my hair done, and I can't do that and keep Valeria occupied so I just... I was hoping you could watch her for a few hours?"

Sandy smiled and nodded. "Of course i can, darling." Her smile got wide and it was obvious she was excited for you. "Oh I'm so happy for you, dear. From what I remember Javier is a wonderful boy, he was young when I saw him last but his parents did a god job raising him. You'll be good for eachother. It'll be good for you to get out of the house, too, have some adult fun." You felt your cheeks get hot rather than warm this time and started shaking your head as Sandy smirked and the two of you stood up.

"Sandy.." "Alright, go on, say goodbye to your amorcita and then go be a singulatory adult human for one afternoon." Sandy waved you to the living room and you shook your head as you went over to Valeria, kissing her cheek. "Have a good day, Muñequita, I'll see you in a few hours." "Bye, mommy, be safe." Valeria barely returned your kiss, eyes glued to the television.

You stood up and shook your head before looking at Sandy. "Try and take her outside a little bit? I hate when she tries to watch tv all day." "Of course, now go, go." Sandy ushered you out the door, laughing.

You said one last goodbye and watched the door close before going to your car and driving into town, deciding to stop and get your nails done first, after standing there for almost an hour you decided on round semi-long French tips, which got you some annoyed scoffs but you tried not to let it bother you too much as you sat down and watched the nail tech work.

After your nails you went to get a dress and new shoes, which wasn't too hard since your nails didn't have any colors you had to match, eventually going with a dress that was about mid-thigh, with a halter top neckline, and a color that make your eyes and skin practically shine, you decided on a pair of shoes in the exact same color, as you were paying you heard your phone start to go off in your purse. You smiled apologetically and pulled the little cord out, flipped it open, and put it to your ear. "Hello?"

"Querida." "Javi. Hi." You smiled widely, paying the cashier before taking your dress and shoes and leaving. "Hey. What are you up to? I don't hear Valeria." You laughed softly. "I stuck her with the neighbor so I could do some shopping without worrying about her slamming into any dangerous strangers." You teased as you walked out of the store.

"Are you saying I'm a dangerous stranger?" You could hear the grin growing on his face. "You're a dangerous half stranger." You teased as he laughed on the other end, then you heard some rustling, a curse, and wind. "What was that?" "Nothing. It's nothing." You heard him mumbling, though, and heard the name Steve before he was speaking to you again.

"So- I made the reservations- uh- I didn't know when was too soon but uh... I was thinking in a couple days? I'll have the day off so I won't have to rush off of work. Like... seven o'clock?" "Yeah that sounds great, Javi." "Great." You smiled. "Great." "... great." You laughed and chewed on your bottom lip lightly.

"So, uh.. what did you buy?" You looked down at the bags in your hand and laughed. "A new dress and a new pair of shoes." "Seriously? You didn't have to go out and get-" "Trust me, yes I did. I don't own clothes that are even remotely appropriate for a place where you have to make reservations, Javi." You snorted. "I liked what you wore yesterday."

"And I'm sure the host at whatever place you chose would feel the same." You shook your head a little. "Ah, whatever." Javier chuckled and you heard a few hushed angry whispers before he was sighing heavily. "I'm sorry, Querida. But I have to go commit a workplace homicide right now, so I'll see you later." You laughed and hummed. "Uh-huh. Go get 'em, killer." "Steve I swEAR TO G-" You heard right as Javier slammed his phone down and shok your head, laughing as you dialed your hair salon to make an appointment.

An actual date with Javi.

You had an actual date with Javier fucking Peña!

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Is this a series now?

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Howdy howdy!

Part three for Muñequita will be posted soon, either later today or some time tomorrow! If you’d like I have started a taglist for the story so to be added you can just comment below- but obviously you don’t have to that’s up to you, baby doll

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“Game Day” Part of Hostage Series

It’s been sooo long since I’ve written about my Barba family. I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile (it’s what I do during staff meetings, daydream about fic ideas). 

It’s Mila’s first tee ball game! Also Rafael and the reader defend their marriage. Get ready for some domestic fluffiness, Queen Bees, misogynist pigs, and feisty comebacks 😍❤️

Disclaimer: I haven’t been to a tee ball game since I was a kid so forgive me for my inaccuracies in the art of tee-ball.

Saturdays were typically filled with pancakes, cartoons, and if you and Rafael were lucky, lazy morning sex, but today was different. It was opening day for Mila’s tee ball team and the Barba family was in full swing, preparing snacks and wrangling three kids to make it to the game on time.

While you were in the kitchen getting everything ready for the day, Rafael sat in the middle of the living room, keeping an eye on Mila and the twins. A smile slowly spread across his face as he watched Rory rock back and forth on her hands and knees. “Y/N! Come here! I think this is it. I think she’s gonna do it! I think she’s about to crawl!”

Rafael was determined to witness his daughter’s milestone. A few weeks earlier Ben began to crawl but unfortunately Rafael was in court and missed the event. Although you had taken a video, it wasn’t the same as being there to see his son scoot across the floor. He now understood why you were so upset when you had missed Mila taking her first steps.

“You can do it! Come on muñequita,” Rafael cooed.

Mila stopped practicing her swings and tapped on Rafael’s shoulder. “Papi, that’s wrong. I your moony-quita. Not her!” She furrowed her brows, placing one hand on her hip while the other pointed to her baby sister.

Rafael turned towards his oldest daughter, running a hand through her curls. “Of course you’re my muñequita. But so is your sister. You’re both my muñequitas, ok?”

“I guess that ok,” Mila mumbled, glancing between her sibling and her father with a look of skepticism.

“You’re still my number one girl.” He reassured her, kissing her cheek before turning back to Rory, outstretching his arms towards his daughter. “That’s it! Come to Papi!”

Rory grinned, drool dribbling down her cheek as she babbled at her father. Anticipation hung heavy in the air. Just when it looked like she was about to crawl, Ben beat her to the punch. The baby boy had been happily sucking on his toes when he decided to roll over and crawl towards Rafael, giggling as he scooted across the floor.

Watching her brother crawl into Rafael’s arms, Rory plopped down on her belly and began to cry. Her tiny face turning red as crocodile tears streamed down her cheeks. At the sound of his sister’s cries, Ben’s bottom lip quivered. It wasn’t long before he joined in, both babies crying and screaming, creating a cacophony that would wake the dead.

Mila covered both her ears. “Uh oh, they broken.”

Upon hearing your children wail, you ran into the room to find your husband with both babies in his arms, trying to calm them. “What happened?” You shouted to Rafael above the screams.

“I don’t know! One minute Rory was about to crawl, Ben got to me first and now this!”  Rafael looked bewildered, motioning to the chaos surrounding him.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly and took Rory from Rafael, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Now that the twins were getting older, their personalities were shining through. Rory may have favored you looks-wise but she was all Barba. You knew the reason for her outburst was because her brother had gotten to Rafael first, leaving her behind. While your sensitive baby boy was crying simply because his sister was.

“Aww pobrecita,” you cooed, bouncing your baby girl up and down. “It’s ok, mi amor. No more tears.” You glanced down at Mila and smiled, watching her put on her tee ball helmet. For the past few weeks, the tiny toddler insisted on wearing it around the house, only taking the helmet off during bath time. “You ready for your big game, baby?”

“Yep, we gonna crush them!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down.

You bit back a laugh. Who knew that four year olds had such a ruthless competitive streak. “Just remember to have fun. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose.”

“Yeah! Have fun crushing them.” Mila bared her teeth and growled before going back to practicing her swings.

Once the twins quieted down, you and Rafael placed both babies in their activity centers, hoping that would keep them entertained. “Mila, keep an eye on your brother and sister while Papi and I finish getting ready.”

You scampered off to the kitchen to finish preparing snacks for the game while Rafael retrieved the cooler from the hallway closet. He stopped in his tracks when he spied you standing on your tiptoes with your back to him, trying to grab a box of ziploc baggies from the top cupboard.

You were in full momma-mode, wearing a t-shirt that had Mila’s team name emblazoned on the back, a pair of denim shorts, and canvas sneakers. The casual outfit proved alluring to Rafael. It was simple yet sexy. Of course in Rafael’s eyes, you could be dressed in a potato sack and be sexy. A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked you over, drinking in your long legs, admiring your ass and the way your shirt rode up, revealing a strip of bare skin on the small of your back.

Rafael snuck up behind you and playfully tugged on your braid. He reached up and grabbed the baggies, handing them to you before winding his arms around your waist, dropping a kiss right below your ear, inhaling the sweet scent of your vanilla body spray.

You softly moaned in response, leaning back into his touch as his fingers skimmed the waistband of your shorts. “Excuse me, sir. My husband will be home any minute.”

“Your husband, hmm? You didn’t mention a husband last night while you were riding me,” Rafael purred, playing along with your little game.

“Must have slipped my mind.” You giggled and tilted your head, granting him further access as he continued to kiss down your neck.

“Does your husband make you come as hard I can,” he whispered, gently biting down your earlobe.

You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t know. He’s pretty skilled.”

“Skilled? Well I guess I’ll just have to fuck you again. Make you forget all about that husband of yours.” He pushed you up against the counter causing you to gasp in surprise.

“Guess you will,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him deeply, tasting the remnants of coffee and mint on his tongue. “But later. Right now I need to place organic non-GMO fruit in baggies for a team of four year olds.” You reluctantly pulled away from Rafael and began to place dragon fruit and kumquats into the cooler, also sneaking in some extra baggies of grapes and orange slices. If your suspicions were correct, you knew the majority of the team, including your four year old, would be less than enthusiastic about the pretentious unusual fruit.

Rafael picked up a thick packet of paper that was tossed aside on the counter and snorted a laugh. “Dear Lord, what is this?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh a list of pre-approved snacks for toddlers, courtesy of Missy Schultz.” Missy Schultz was the Queen Bee in your neighborhood. She was leader of the Booster Club for Mila’s team, President of the PTA and a colossal pain in the ass. When you were pregnant with the twins, she stopped to lecture you for an hour about the benefits of eating your placenta. It took all your strength not to punch her in the face whenever you encountered her at any school or team function.

“The bar exam wasn’t as complicated as this,” Rafael mumbled, flipping to the back of the packet to review the appendix section.

You finished packing the cooler and looked over at your husband. He was wearing khakis shorts, a blue polo, and boat shoes. Even after six years together, it was still strange to see him in such a casual look. Rafael dressed to impress. His sharp tailored suits combined with his silver tongue was part of what defined him in the courtroom. His suspenders alone were enough to turn you into a puddle. But at home Rafael was more than an ADA, he was a husband and father. At home, he could relax.

Sensing your eyes on him, Rafael glanced over at you. “What?” He asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

“Nothing, it’s just...well look at us. Scrambling to get out the door before 9 am on a Saturday,” you said. “Remember when we used to have naked weekends?”

Way back before kids came into the picture, you and Rafael would spend your rare weekends off completely naked. Your Saturdays and Sundays would be spent having sex in every room of your apartment, cuddling and ordering takeout whenever you needed nourishment for the next round of lovemaking. You loved your lazy weekends with Rafael. It was a chance to escape from work and responsibilities, where nothing else mattered, just the two of you, living in your own little world.

Rafael groaned and playfully pinched your ass. “How could I forgot naked weekends. In fact, I vote we bring back naked weekends.”

“Papi, I don’t think we’ll be able to have a naked weekend for at least 18 more years.”

“Mami has been asking to have a sleepover with the kids,” he purred, snaking an arm around you. “I can’t promise a naked weekend, but how about a naked Saturday?”

“You got yourself a deal, Counselor.” You kissed him hard, your tongue snaking into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair. Pulling back, you straightened the collar of his shirt, looking him over one more time. “When did we become such parents?”

He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, looking towards the living room. “Call me crazy but I think it’s when we decided to get married and have kids.”

Following his gaze, you came across a sight that made your heart melt. There was Mila standing in between the twins demonstrating to them the perfect pitch. Rory and Ben intently watched their big sister, babbling and sucking on their teething toys while she pretended to hit a home run.

You softly smiled at your children before glancing at the wall clock. “Oh we gotta go. Don’t wanna be late and face the wrath of Missy Schultz.” You walked back to the living room and picked up the twins. Rafael followed with the cooler in his hand, ushering Mila out the door for her first game.

*****

After dropping off Mila and a quick diaper change for Ben, Rafael walked over to the bleachers. He sat down next to you and Rory, warily watching the group of tiny toddlers on the field. “Oh God, I’m getting little league flashbacks. Of all the sports, Mila could pick from, why did she pick this.” He shook his head. “We shouldn’t be subjecting her to this type of pressure at such a young age. I mean one wrong game and you’re called “Bad Ball Barba” for the rest of the season.”

You snorted a laugh, playfully nudging his shoulder. “Papi, our little perfectionist has been practicing for weeks, I think she’ll be fine and besides maybe Mila will take after me and actually know how to hit the ball.” You winked, bopping Rafael on the nose with your index finger.

Rafael placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “That’s cold, baby.”

Just then a pungent smell hit your nose. You and Rafael exchanged a glance before looking down at Rory who was in desperate need of a diaper change.

“First Ben, now you,” he mumbled, his eyes darting between both babies. “Do you think they plan this?”

The twins giggled and for a split second you could have sworn you saw matching mischievous expressions on their faces. “Oh definitely. We’ll be right back. I told Sonny I’d meet him at the front anyways.” You got up with Rory and walked to the bathroom.

Rafael sat with Ben on his lap. The baby grinned and stared up at his father with big green eyes, reaching up with his chubby hands to grab the gold cross hanging around Rafael’s neck. A smile tugged at his lips as he snuggled closer to his son. “Hey, mijo. Papi loves you so much,” he softly said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Hi guys,” Olivia waved and walked up to Rafael, grabbing a seat on the bleachers.

“Liv, what are you doing here?” He asked, surprised to see the lieutenant at his daughter’s game.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you too, Barba. Your wife invited me.”

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be here. Where’s Noah?”

“Noah is at day camp right now and the house is way too quiet without him so I thought I’d stop by and get some baby time in.” She smiled at Ben and reached out to take him from Rafael. “Hi Ben. You’re getting to be such a big boy!” She cooed, bouncing the baby in her lap.

Rafael smiled and watched his son giggle with Olivia when he heard someone call his name. Turning towards the voice, he inwardly cringed when he saw his old partner, Blaine Driscoll. He and Blaine worked together at a private law firm before Rafael joined the District Attorney’s office. Blaine was a materialistic lecherous creep. He was greedy and shallow, caring only about making money and chasing tail rather than getting justice. It was people like Blaine Driscoll that made Rafael leave the private sector.

“Rafael Barba, you ol’ son of a bitch!” Blaine practically yelled causing a few parents to stare disapprovingly at the person who was cursing feet away from their children.

Rafael let out a long breath and plastered a smile on his face. “Blaine, what a surprise to see you here.”

“Yeah, my niece or nephew or god-whatever is playing so I thought what the hell and get this whole family function thing over with,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “What about you? Don’t tell me you have a kid.” He playfully punched Rafael in the shoulder a little too hard.

“Actually I have three. My oldest daughter is playing. It’s her first game,” Rafael nodded towards the field, rubbing his shoulder a bit.

“Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I never would have pegged you for being a family man.”

“Life is full of surprises,” Rafael replied who took a fussy Ben back from Olivia.

“That it is.” Blaine smiled and observed Rafael with the baby before looking Olivia over. “So how’d you nail down this son of a gun?” He asked the lieutenant.

Rafael and Olivia turned towards each other and laughed, shaking their heads. “No we’re not together. My wife is over there.” Rafael pointed to where you were standing next to Sonny talking to a tall blonde woman. From a distance he could see how angry you were and wondered if everything was ok.

Blaine followed Rafael’s gaze and whistled when he saw you. “Damn Barba, you’re batting WAY out of your league. I see you got yourself a little trophy wife. How the hell did you nab that hot piece of ass?”

Rafael’s eyes widened. “I beg your pardon!” Olivia’s jaw dropped, she could see smoke practically fuming from her friend’s ears.

Blaine ignored him and continued. “She played her cards right, snatching up an older man and saddling you with three rugrats.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head, looking sympathetically at Rafael. “Tough break, but take my advice and stick through it. Alimony can be a bitch in the state of New York.” He looked around before leaning closer. “If you ever need a little honey on the side. I can hook you up with someone hotter and younger.” He winked at his old partner. “Well, I better get going. See ya’ around, Barba.”

A heat began to creep up on Rafael’s neck. He saw red hearing his old partner talk about you in such a degrading manner. As Blaine walked away, Rafael gave Ben back to Olivia before standing up and grabbing him by the shoulder. He turned him around and got right in the man’s face.

“What the hell, Barba!” Blaine tried to move away but Rafael had a vice-like grip on his shoulder.

“You listen to me and you listen good. I don’t ever want to hear you talk about my wife. That’s the mother of my children and my family. You do it again and you’ll regret it,” Rafael told the man in a dangerously low tone.

Blaine smiled and shrugged Rafael off. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” Rafael calmly replied, although his fists were shaking with rage. “Leave my family alone. Don’t talk to us. Don’t even look at us, you got that?”

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” Blaine held his hands up in surrender and walked away.

Rafael let out a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face, sitting back down and taking his son back from Olivia. “Wow, I’m impressed,” she said with a smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before, not even in the courtroom. You really told that creep off.”

Rafael nodded and held Ben close, stroking his dark curly hair. “Y/N and the kids, they’re my life. My heart. I would do anything to defend them especially from misogynist pigs.”

“I know, Barba,” Olivia softly said, squeezing her friend’s shoulder. “I know.”

*****

You changed Rory in record time. Placing her back in the baby carrier, you walked out of the bathroom, meeting your partner. “Hey, Sonny! Thanks for coming!”

“No problem. I wouldn’t miss Mila’s first game. What kinda godfather would I be, huh?” He tickled Rory’s feet causing the baby to squirm and giggle in delight.

Just then a shrill voice called your name. “Mrs. Barba?!”

You closed your eyes and groaned. “Is there a tall blonde woman in athleisure wear running towards me?” You asked your partner.

He nodded his head. “Yep, right behind you.”

You turned around, coming face to face with Missy Schultz. “Hi, Mrs. Schultz. How can I help you.”

“I was just heading back to my seat and I couldn’t help but notice that you use a baby carrier. You know researchers say you should really use a baby wrap. Not only is it environmentally-friendly but it holds the baby in a comfortable position, very similar to the way the child was in utero. It also strengthens the bond between mommy and baby, and-”

“Thank you, Mrs. Schultz,” you politely interrupted, knowing that you would be standing there for an hour listening to her praise the benefits of baby wrapping. “I’ll take that into consideration but I really need to go. I don’t want to miss Mila play.”

“Oh of course. We can talk after the game.” She smiled and looked over at Sonny, extending her hand to him. “Forgive me for being so rude. This must be the famous Mr. Barba. Mila talks about you all the time. You’re her hero.”

Sonny and you exchanged a glance and laughed. “Actually this is my partner from work and Mila’s godfather. My husband is over there with my son.” You pointed towards the bleachers where Rafael was talking to another man.

Missy’s eyes widened as she looked over Rafael. “Oh...yes. I noticed him dropping Mila off this morning. That’s...uhhh surprising.” She gave you a tight polite smile.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion “Why would that be surprising?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” She waved you off. “Forget I said anything.”

You took a step towards her and continued. “It doesn’t seem to be nothing. Something seems to be “surprising” about my relationship with my husband.”

“It’s just hearing you and Mila talking about your husband. I was expecting someone younger, not someone who is about to qualify for his AARP card. I guess I’m different and didn’t want my kids raised by someone old enough to be their grandfather, but to each their own.”

“Excuse me!” You shouted.

“Y/N,” Sonny warned. “Let’s forget about it and go.”

“Not a chance! Take my baby!” You handed Rory to your partner before getting right in Missy’s face.

There was a twelve year gap between you and Rafael. At the beginning of your relationship, you heard concerns about your age difference from friends and family but you let it roll off your back. Age didn’t matter. You knew in your heart Rafael was the only man for you. But hearing Missy make snide remarks about your husband caused something inside you to snap.

“Let me tell you something, Missy. That man is my husband and the love of my life. He’s also an incredible and dedicated father. If I ever hear you say anything about him or my family again, I’ll shove that pre-approved snack pamphlet so far up your ass, you’ll have paper cuts on your tongue,” you threatened. She gasped in horror, clutching her chest. You walked away before turning around to make one last point. “Oh and one more thing, Rafael is dynamite in the sack. He makes me scream so loud even you would be able to hear it from your little Park Avenue palace. After a night with him, I’m lucky I can even walk. Remember that next time you want to comment on my man.”

Sonny’s jaw dropped, blushing profusely as he tried to cover Rory’s ears. You smiled at Missy and walked back to your partner, taking the baby from him. “Let’s go, Sonny.”

Sonny shrugged at Missy before following you to the bleachers. “Wow!” He whistled, his mind completely blown at your tirade. “Barba is one lucky guy to have you defend him like that.”

“I’m the lucky one, Sonny.”

He smiled and nodded his head. “Just do me a favor. Don’t ever tell me what you two do in the bedroom. I don’t need that image seared into my brain.”

“You should have seen what he did to me last night,” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

Sonny groaned in response. “Stop, I’m gonna be sick.”

While making your way to the bleachers, the man you saw Rafael talking to earlier brushed past you and Sonny. He looked visibly shaken. “Hey guys. Everything ok?” You asked, sitting next to your husband.

“Everything’s good,” Rafael replied. Olivia smiled and nodded her head in agreement. He took hold of your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. “Are you guys ok?”

“Never better.” You glanced over at Sonny who was still blushing from earlier and winked. Turning your attention back to the field, you watched as Mila came up to the plate. “Oh she’s next!”

The little girl smiled brightly and waved at you and Rafael. “Look, that’s your sister.” He pointed Mila out to the twins. Rory and Ben shrieked with excitement, bouncing up and down in your’s and Rafael’s laps when they saw her. Rafael held his breath as Mila swung her bat, smacking the ball and sending it flying across the field, hitting a home run. You, Rafael, Sonny, and Olivia stood up and cheered as the toddler ran the bases.

“Way to go, muñequita!” Rafael exclaimed, capturing it all on video. He wrapped an arm around you and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. Pulling away, he couldn’t help but stare, completely mesmerized by you. Years ago, Rafael had made peace with the fact that he was going to end up old and alone, married to his job. Then one day you came and changed everything and here he was married with three beautiful children. The happiest he had ever been in his life and it was all because of you.

You blushed under his gaze. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just...I love you.” He smiled, kissing each of the twins before kissing you one more time, gently caressing your cheek.

“I love you too,” you replied, nuzzling your nose against his before resting your head on his shoulder, watching the rest of the game.

Neither of you would ever tell the other what happened with Missy and Blaine because it didn’t matter what people thought. The only thing that mattered was your love for one another and the family you created out of that love.

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A Hard Lesson in Incrimination: Chapter 13

Authors’ Note: Now that the truth is out, Rafael returns home. But have his wounds healed? And how can Natalia help him? Read on for the final chapter of this installment of our “Hard Lesson” series!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I cannot thank you enough for your feedback, and we promise more story very soon!!!

           It was as if he’d been absent for years, and when Rafael laid eyes on Violetta and the twins, an ache intensified. His little girls seemed to have grown so much during the past few weeks; he couldn’t bring himself to imagine what more he might have lost if he still languished behind bars. Sighing, he looked in on Violetta playing with Ashtonja and Harold. To his muñequita, all was right in the world because her Papi was back.

           But Rafael was far from home. He stayed miles away as that night in the dark replayed in his mind. Sometimes there would be moments where it started to fade. Then it would return in flashes. Flashes that stung harshly and caused him to wince with fresh pain.

           “Atticus?” Natalia’s voice brought him back from his island of endless, unwanted thoughts. Glancing up, he offered her a small smile.

           “Yes, hermosa?”

           “You have a visitor, but if you’re not up to it—” Natalia began to say, but Rafael shook his head, needing the distraction

           “I’m fine,” Rafael replied. “Who is it?”

           “Me… I hope this is a good time,” Liv said as poked her head in the living room.

           “Come, sit,” Rafael said before looking back to his wife. “Thank you, hermosa. I’ll help you with the twins in a bit.”

           “We’ll be waiting,” she said, giving Liv’s arm an affectionate squeeze.

           When he was sure Natalia was out of ear shot, Rafael spoke to his friend.

           “What brings you by” he asked. “I thought Noah had a painting class.”

           “Bill brought him,” she answered.

          “Everything alright there?” Rafael inquired.

           “Getting there… everything else is a little crazy with Amanda on desk duty. But I have Carisi. And Fin. So I decided to steal a second to see how you were doing... and to tell you that Miranda Pond is representing Cutter.”

           Rafael’s brow arched. “After everything that son of a bitch did?”

           “The woman likes a challenge,” Liv replied. “She’s going to work the self-defense angle. Maybe throw in some temporary insanity.”

           “Insanity was falling for Eve’s charms in the first place,” Rafael hissed.

           “I agree. She started this whole mess. But Cutter ended it.

           “And nothing is forgiven.” Leaving the sofa, he began to pace around the room, thoughts swirling through his head as he tried to set himself right. But how could he explain? What would bring the silent rage to a stop?

           “Liv? I feel as if I’ve asked you this once before… but if you can, tell me. How did you cope?”

           “After Lewis?” she knowingly asked.

           “Yeah.

           He watched her face cloud over before a brilliant smile broke through the fog.

          “You know the answer to that question, Rafa,” she said, her brown eyes drifting to a picture of Natalia and their three little girls. His own emerald gaze focused on the photograph, and he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

           “Thank you,” he said. “I need to keep remembering that.”

           “And I need to get going,” she said. “Noah wants to make cupcakes. With hot chocolate on the side.”

           “Don’t forget the marshmallows,” Rafael commented with a smirk.

           “I sure won’t.” She started to pull on her coat and sling her bag over her shoulder. Almost at the doorway, she stopped and turned to Rafael. “If you ever need a sidebar, you know where to find me.”

          "Thanks, Liv. I’m holding you to that.”

           “We have lots of food!” Violetta cried as she watched her two grandmothers pack some dishes away in the refrigerator. “No need to go shopping, Mami.”

           The women laughed, and Natalia kissed the top of her sweet pea’s head. “Well then I guess that means we have more time to do fun stuff and catch up with Papi.”

           “Also feed Hazel and Holly,” Violetta said, rolling her eyes and continuing to color a unicorn with Ashtonja by her side.

           “I got that, Natalia,” Ashtonja said, reaching for the bottles.

           “Thank you, Ash. I’ll be up soon.” Natalia promised while Alessia slipped into her coat.

           “Well, everything is set… call me if you need anything,” she said. “I’ll bring Pop Pop by tomorrow. With a certain lady who knows a princess!”

           Violetta clapped, and Natalia smiled at the thought of seeing Harker again. Of thanking her for everything…

           …of Fin joining them per the chief inspector’s request.

           “Tell Pop Pop I say hi,” Violetta giggled with a wave.

           “And I’ll also be back in the morning to help you with breakfast, Natalia.” Lucia said before taking her daughter-in-law aside.

           “He’s… he wouldn’t really talk to me about it,” Lucia continued. “Is he alright?”

           “He will be,” Natalia said. “It’s just going to take some time.”

           Smiling sadly, she hugged Natalia and started to follow Alessia out the door. Just as they were leaving, a cab pulled up to the curb. They seemed surprised to see Maggie and Dodds emerge, the couple’s hellos mingling with their goodbyes. The sergeant smiled, his greeting warm. Maggie still seemed distant… cold…

           …but Violetta excitedly ran to her aunt.

           “Tia Maggie! Tio Mike! Where you been? I missed you!” The little girl hugged the ballerina’s legs, and Maggie bent down to hug her close.

           “I know, Little V,” she said. “I missed you, too.”

           Dodds gave Natalia a quick kiss as Rafael joined them. When first she saw him, Maggie’s face stayed blank. Eventually, she extended her arms to embrace him.

           Yet a layer of ice seemed to linger between the sisters.

           “Have a seat,” Rafael said.

           “I want to check on the twins,” Maggie replied.

           Violetta was quick to lead her aunt up the stairs, and Natalia sighed.

           “She’s still upset?” she murmured.

           “IAB isn’t done with me yet,” Dodds admitted.

           “Oh, Mike, I’m---”

           “It’s okay, Natalia,” he said. “Could be worse. And Maggie... well she...”

           “She’s here,” Rafael said. “You both are.”

           “And we’re happy about that,” Natalia said.

           Because at least it was a start.

           “Stay with me a while longer, Papi,” Violetta pleaded as she snuggled deeper into Rafael’s arms.  

           “Of course,” he promised, stretching out in her big girl bed, following along as she read from her picture book.

           “Papi?”

           “Si, muñequita?”

           Setting the book aside, Violetta touched her father’s face.

           “Don’t ever go away again,” Violetta whispered. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the image of how sad… how scared she must have been when Natalia arrived home alone, leaving his little girl to wonder…

           “I’m here, Violetta. I’m here.”

           But for the moment, it was all that he could promise.

           Once Violetta drifted off to sleep with the sound of his song, Rafael retired to the nursery to check on the twins. Natalia watched from the doorway as her husband kissed Hazel and Holly goodnight. Smiling faintly as he lowered the lights and moved towards her, Rafael took her hand and let her lead him to their bed.

           “You are the best medicine for our babies. You are their best guy… don’t ever forget that.” Natalia kissed his cheek. “And you are mine, Atticus. We’re all going to be alright.”

           “I… a part of me wonders if that’s possible.”

           “It’s not… not possible?” Natalia echoed, clutching his hand a little tighter. She studied his face, taking note of the worry lines forming around his green gaze, the light no longer shining in his stare. Only gone from her side for a little while and yet something had shifted…

           …shattered. Was it beyond repair?

           “Talk to me, Atticus,” she ventured, treading lightly as she pressed her free hand to his brow. Relieved when he didn’t flinch, she still watched and waited as he obviously gathered the too many thoughts floating through his mind before they started to trickle off his tongue.

           “Because turnabout is fair play?” he quipped back. The sass in his tone brought a small smile to her face, and Natalia cupped his cheek as she peered into his eyes.

           “I don’t understand,” she said softly

           “There were times when I wanted truths from you.” Blinking suddenly and just turning her chin into her shoulder, letting her hand fall away, Natalia felt the memories of Robert Emerson, of Nevada Ramirez wash over her, murky waters that always threatened to pull her down and take her to places without light, with no air.

           “Forgive me, hermosa,” Rafael quickly said. His lips dotted her temple, and he ran his large hands up and down her arms until he laced their fingers together. “I don’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

           “It’s fine,” she started slowly, lifting her head to meet his eyes. “This isn’t about… what do you need?”

           “Just like that?” he asked nervously.

           “Always like that,” she assured him, inching closer and wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips finding his ear on the back of a whisper. “After all the times you’ve been there for me… anything, Atticus. You can cry or scream or smash a window.”

           “I’m tired of crying,” he muttered. “And the last thing we need is glass everywhere.”

           “You know what I mean,” Natalia said, feeling her cheeks flush. Now she kept him at a small distance and watched his face as he inhaled a sharp breath and finally spoke.

           “What happened… what he did… to me…” His speech stalled, the image somehow hanging in the air between them. Something Natalia hated imagining; something she loathed even more because it was far too real for her husband.

           “Go on,” she gently prodded. Rafael bit his lip, and she worried that he would pull away, thinking that he had to be strong and choke the memory down. That wouldn’t work… especially between them. Now the deep breath was hers to take, and Natalia was ready to step into the minefield that had to be his soul, to choose her words carefully and hope that she wouldn’t set off an explosion when he stunned her by dropping his head to her shoulder…

           …as she had so many times when the songs in the air were sweet and all was well in their corner of the universe.

           “It’s not that I can’t get past it,” he continued determinedly. “I will get past it.”

           “I know that, Atticus,” she told him, fighting back her tears and winding an arm around his waist. Her lips fell to the top of his head, and she drew him closer.

           “But it makes… it makes me think of all…”

           When his voice began to fade, Natalia looked down to see his eyes flickering, his lips curling over his teeth.

           “…of all the victims… through all the years,” he continued, his tone softer and strangled. “How many times have I tried to empathize? Listened and nodded my head as if I understood?”

           How many nights had she seen him come home in the pitch black, tortured by tales from the shadows that she saw follow him into sleep?

           Before she could answer his questions---

           “Never,” Rafael continued. “Never once did I understand what it really feels like. It’s… it’s everything ripped away at once. Things you’ve counted on, the way the world is supposed to work…”

           Swallowing a sob, he inched from her side, his head collapsing into his hands.

           “It’s just gone,” he said in a muffled voice.

           “I know, Atticus,” Natalia replied, tentatively rubbing his back. Looking at her through his fingers, Rafael appeared far more scared, more hurt than he had in any moment since he returned home.

           “Atticus, I… I didn’t mean to---”

           “Oh, Natalia.”

           Shooting up quickly, he hugged her tightly, his lips lost in her hair.

           “Of course, you know,” he murmured into her honey-colored locks. “With Emerson, that bastard Conway… Ramirez.”

           The last name on the list still had the power to sting like the worst wasp, and she couldn’t help but shudder against her husband as he placed one finger under her chin.

           “I… all this time… I thought I knew what it was like for you, hermosa. But I never imagined this.”

           “Atticus, there’s no shame… no guilt in that.”

           “Maybe,” he said, cutting her off and cradling her face in his hands. “Maybe not. But if… if I had known… I would have done so much more. For so many. Especially for you. I feel I didn’t do enough.”.

           “Never say that,” Natalia whispered, trying to stop his trembling. “I’d still be crying in front of my mother’s Christmas tree if it wasn’t for you.”

           The attempt at a joke was weak, but it brought a smile to his lips as he smoothed a few strands of hair from her face.

           “I want more,” Rafael said. “For both of us.”

           “What more is there?” she asked.

           “To erase the past,” he said. “To cut into time and take it away. So you never have to think about it.”

         Natalia let the idea fill her mind. It was tempting…

           …and yet…

           “But what if… what if erasing changed all of it?”

            Rafael looked at her, confused, and now Natalia placed her head on his shoulder, the music back in her mind when he was this close.

           “I mean… what if it took away everything that came after?” she asked.

           “Why would it have to---?”

           “Pull one string, and the blanket starts to fall apart,” Natalia reasoned. “And I wouldn’t want that. I’ll take a few dark days… however many fate wants to throw our way as long as I get this… more of this life with you.”

           Rafael’s lip quivered, and Natalia caressed his face. He exhaled, his breath warm and sweet, and she claimed his kiss as they sank back to the pillows. Even when their lips unlocked, she kept her eyes on his, saw him trying desperately to work his way back to her.

           “Atticus, I will help you,” she promised.

           “I know, hermosa. I just… it’s…”

           “Different,” she said, finishing his thought. “I know. But now it’s my turn. Let me finally bring you in out of the rain.”

           The sparkle in his stare was more tears than she ever wanted to see, and Natalia let him sob into her shoulder, shivering until his voice was spent. After enduring that heartbreaking sound, she placed one palm on his chest, felt his breathing, his heartbeat calm.

           “Will you let me do that?” she asked.

           “Yes, hermosa,” he murmured, giving her a quick kiss. “I can’t… I won’t lie to you. There will be more dark days. Long nights.”

           “I know,” she said. “But I’m here. And maybe it won’t be as black as you think.”

           “What will it be then?” Rafael hopefully asked, and she snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing him there.

           “The shadows bringing us closer together,” she said. “And when they start to drift into nothingness, there will be you. Me. Our girls. And home, Atticus. Where we all belong.”

           Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved his wedding ring. Rafael offered his hand without a word, and Natalia slowly slipped the golden band onto his finger, remembering the moment they married, every delightful and dark day after. She wanted more of all of it, and she lovingly stroked his face.

           “Till death do us part,” she said.

           “I don’t want to think about that, Natalia.”

           “Then forever and a day, Atticus. Until the end of time.”

           Their lips touched, and she brought the sheets over their bodies. His hand stayed in hers, and Natalia laid their locked fingers atop the quilt, smiling.

           “A little better?” she asked.

           Propping his body up on his elbow, Rafael threaded his fingers through her hair. Maybe it was the moonlight filtering through the glass.

           Or something else giving him back the eyes from that first night she saw him, from the day he spoke their vows, from every instant when he looked at the girls…

           …and her.

           “Yes,” he said. “Thank you. For saving me. For giving me the home to come back to.”

           His head was on her shoulder again, and Natalia kissed his temple, her eyes never leaving his.

           “Te amo, Rafael,” she promised over and over until his lids grew heavy and he gave into sleep.

           And the music that was their hearts beating in time seemed to connect to the stars, lighting their way ahead for whatever would come next… after… 

          ...and always.

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A Hard Lesson in Vanity: Chapter 5

Authors’ Note: Who wants to go to a dinner party? Natalia has the table set, Rafael’s mind is elsewhere, and several surprises are in store!!! Read on to see how it all plays out!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I look forward to your feedback, and we hope that you enjoy!!!

          “Tell me again exactly why we’re doing this.”

           Bending before the stove to check the chicken and add some seasoning to the red potatoes, Natalia lifted her body slowly and wiped her hands with the nearest dishtowel. Only then did she reach for her husband’s suspenders and pull him to the point where his lips were almost touching hers.

           “Come on now, Atticus,” she soothed. “If you and Ms. Selby are going to work together, you need to be a united front.”

           “Are you implying that I would be anything less than a professional in her presence?” Rafael challenged, to which Natalia smiled and pecked his cheek.

           “A consummate professional,” she assured him, her lips drifting towards his ear. “But it will not be a good look on you if you’re sitting in that second chair with a scowl on your face giving Grumpy Cat a run for her money.”

           “Grumpy… did you just come up with that, hermosa?” he asked with wide eyes.

           “No. Ashtonja is teaching our sweet pea all about spirit animals.”

           “So it was Ashtonja that called me a---”

           “And Violetta said that Grumpy Cat made the most sense for her Papi.”

           Biting her lower lip, Natalia waited for Rafael’s response to their daughter’s absolutely accurate assessment of his current mood.

           “Made the most sense?” he finally echoed, twirling a few strands of Natalia’s honey-colored hair between his long fingers.

           “On the plus side, I see all kinds of memes and maybe even a movie in your future,” Natalia joked. “But no one likes a gloomy Gus.”

           “Thought I was a Grumpy Cat,” he shot back after a quick kiss, and Natalia lovingly looped her arms around his neck.

           “Tonight, I want you to be Prince Charming,” she said.

           “Then cancel this shindig. I’ll sing the girls to sleep, and we can find other things to…”

           His voice trailed off as he nibbled her ear, his hand travelling down her back to squeeze her thigh. For one second seemingly stretching into eternity, Natalia mulled his proposal. Was it too late to call the whole thing off? Send out a million regrets and reschedule for a later date?

           “No, Atticus,” she said, catching her breath and gently pushing him away. His pout caused her to giggle, and Natalia reached for his face to caress his chin. “But do save a little charm for later. Maybe I’ll even dig up some glass slippers for you.”

           At that his expression shifted, brightened, while Natalia straightened his tie.

           “Ixna on the shoes,” he hummed. “All I want is you in that blue thing with the bows… well… you know where.”

           When he waggled his eyebrows, Natalia swatted him with the dishtowel and ordered him to put on his jacket.

           “Ouch!” he cried, feigning hurt. “Not so rough, hermosa. Not yet anyway.”

           “The jacket, Atticus.”

           “I’m on it.”

           Left alone in the kitchen, Natalia let the dishtowel fall and passed her hands over the paisley pattern of her sundress. Since the twins, her curves, for the most part, had settled back into their proper places. But no matter how many times she joined Ashtonja for yoga or walked Violetta and the twins to the park, there was a bit of a belly that showed no signs of ever bidding her adieu. Her mother said that any woman who had borne three children was never going to look the same.

           And while Rafael’s desire was as potent as ever, would he really want her in the blue thing with the bows when the moment---?

           “Knock, knock!”

           Using her voice instead of her fists, Maggie announced her arrival and quickly entered the townhouse followed by Dodds.

           “Tia Maggie!”

           With Ashtonja on her heels, Violetta raced forward and jumped into the ballerina’s arms.

           “Don’t you look lovely!” Maggie cooed. “Your hair is fantastic!”

           “Ash do it,” Violetta said. “It called a waterfall braid. It very cheap.”

           Taking a step closer, Dodds carefully examined the little girl’s fair locks.

           “Oh… I get it,” he said. “No ribbons required. Very economical.”

           Violetta looked confused, and Maggie playfully slapped her husband’s chest.

           “I think she means chic, Mike,” Maggie said.

           “That’s what I say, Tia Maggie,” Violetta insisted.

           “And it’s absolutely lovely,” Maggie assured her before smiling at Ashtonja. “My compliments to the stylist.”

           The older girl blushed, and Natalia greeted her guests as Rafael emerged from the living room where Hazel and Holly were, thankfully, still napping.

           “Please tell me you didn’t bring a dessert,” Rafael said, scanning the bag under Dodds’ arm.

           “What if I did?” Maggie challenged, pressing her hands to her hips.

           “It’ll have to keep,” Rafael said. “Supposedly we’re doing this to make friends and not start World War Three.” Maggie’s eyes began to blaze, but Dodds quickly reached into the sack to reveal two bottles.

           “Pink Moscato,” the sergeant said. “Sort of a… a dessert wine.”

           “It so pretty!” Violetta exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I want some!”

           “Oh no, muñequita,” Rafael cautioned. “This is for the grownups.”

           “But, Papi…”

           “Sorry, sweet pea,” Natalia agreed, taking the bottles in hand to chill the wine. “You really wouldn’t like this.”

           “I think I should get to make up mind for myself,” Violetta sulked until Ashtonja took her from Maggie’s arms with a smile.

           “V, it really isn’t that great,” Ashtonja said.

           “How you know, Ash?”

           “Well, I…”

           The girl’s speech stalled as the others looked on, and she tried to laugh her impromptu confession off.

           “It’s really not important,” Ashtonja said. “Don’t you trust me, V?”

           Violetta appeared to ponder the question for a few seconds before firmly nodding her head.

           “Okay,” Violetta said. “Next to Harold you my best friend. And beside, they all get so silly when they drink too much of whatever it is.”

           Now Ashtonja narrowed her eyes, and Rafael suggested peeking in on the twins for the hundredth time until the guest of honor arrived.

           “I’ll give you a hand, Natty,” Maggie offered, and the sisters moved to the kitchen

           “It smells great,” Maggie said. “Looks like you’re pulling out all the stops.”

           “I know that Rafael isn’t happy with the way things are,” Natalia said, closing the oven again. “But this is what it is right now. He needs to make the best of it.”

           “And you need to keep both eyes opened.” Pulling some plates from the cupboard, Natalia looked to her sister.

           “Meaning what?” she asked.

           “Meaning that a certain Ms. Eve Selby doesn’t get it when someone else’s man is off limits.”

           Slack-jawed, Natalia peered over her sister’s shoulder to see Dodds cradling Holly as Rafael helped Violetta sit with Hazel.

           “Mike?” Natalia whispered. “He didn’t mention… did she try to---?”

           “My husband?” Maggie choked out. “Not a chance. If she lays one finger on Mike, I’ll scratch her eyes out.”

           “Before you pirouette and leap away, right?” Natalia teased.

           “Natty, you know that I can be a bitch when I have to.”

           “Like that first night Rafael and I took you out to dinner.”

           “That was different,” Maggie sighed. “That was misguided angst and not realizing what a wonderful place the world could be.”

           Looking to the living room, she blew Dodds a kiss and chuckled as he helped Holly wave in her direction.

           “But this… this is staking a claim. Amanda could tell you a thing or two---”

           “So that’s what this is about,” Natalia said. “All because she’s making friends with Sonny?”

           “Amanda is devastated!” Maggie said. “How can you just shrug it off like it’s nothing?”

           “I’m not doing that,” Natalia assured her sister as she put the finishing touches on her dinner table and scanned the scene to make sure that it appeared perfect. “But it’s just a little crush.”

           “I still say that she’s trouble,” Maggie said, starting to reach for a piece of bread.

           “No,” Natalia said. “Don’t spoil your dinner.”

           “My diet is the last thing you need to worry about tonight, Natty,” Maggie said when there was a knock at the door.

           “Right now, you watch the spider about to step into your parlor,” she continued. Natalia hushed her sister and met Rafael as he moved to answer the door, and she linked her arm in his.

           “Smile, Atticus,” she reminded him.

           “As I count the seconds until this is over.”

           Opening the door, they saw Eve Selby on the stoop wearing a sleek black cocktail dress, a bright smile…

           …and Carisi on her arm.

           “Hello, there!” Eve crooned leaning forward to kiss Natalia’s cheeks and shake Rafael’s hand. “I hope it’s okay that I brought… a friend.”

           “I… of course,” Natalia said, trying to mask her shock. Carisi kissed her and stepped across the threshold, shedding his overcoat.

           “Sorry to be a party crasher,” Carisi said, waving at Dodds and the girls. “Kind of a last-minute thing.”

           “Don’t be silly, Sonny,” Natalia said, taking his coat and exchanging a quick look with her husband. “You know that you’re always welcome here.”

           “I’m happy to hear that, Natalia,” Eve said, removing her wrap to reveal a plunging neckline as she flipped her dark, wavy hair over her shoulders. “You didn’t have a blind date or something stashed away for me, did you?”

           “I… well no,” Natalia admitted.

           “I figured as much,” Eve said. “This way you have a balanced table.”

           Her smile never faltered as she took Carisi’s arm again, and Maggie inched closer.

           “I heard that,” she said. “Can I be a bitch to her now?”

           “Maggie, please,” Natalia cautioned. “I’m sure that she didn’t mean anything by it.”

           “I think we need to open that Moscato before we even sit down to eat,” Maggie suggested.

           A drink did sound like a decent idea, and Natalia followed her sister back to the kitchen for a sip to calm her nerves, telling herself that she could still get through this dinner and achieve the desired result.

           “Nice, Natalia,” Carisi said, taking a bite of the chicken. “My recipe?”

           “Mine, Sonny,” she said. “But you might have inspired the potatoes.”

           “All in the seasoning,” the detective said, and they shared a smile. Rafael nursed his scotch, and Natalia looked over her shoulder to where Ashtonja and Violetta sat with their plates and Harold at a slightly smaller table. Her heart lifted at the sight of the older girl making the night special for her sweet pea, and the Moscato was more than doing its job when the sound of Eve’s voice turned Natalia’s head back to the table.

           “I don’t see the harm in talking a little shop,” Eve said. Maggie rolled her eyes, but Dodds nodded politely and Carisi’s smile expanded.

           “You’re gonna love this, counselor,” Carisi said to Rafael.

           “Oh?” Rafael asked. “Are you suddenly her second chair?”

           “I… no, Barba,” Carisi assured him. “We were just gabbing on the way here and---”

           “And there shouldn’t be any secrets among friends,” Eve said. “Unless you other gentlemen prefer not to burden your wives with the nitty gritty.”

           Natalia’s grip tightened around the stem of her glass, and she felt Maggie just kick her shin under the table. She shot her a warning glance as Rafael leaned forward in his chair.

           “No secrets here,” he said. “You think you have a grand plan of action for the jury?”

           Eve dabbed the corners of her lip with her napkin and pressed her palms beside her plate.

           “It’s an all too familiar story,” Eve started. “Put the victim’s sexual history on trial. Well Marcia Brown has nothing on Mr. Frost. When I’m done with him, it will be his… sexual exploits sitting with the jury as they head into deliberations.”

           “Just how do you intend on doing that?” Rafael queried. “Prior bad acts aren’t always the easiest things to work into the official transcript.”

           “Won’t be a problem,” Eve said. “The man hasn’t had a true hit in nearly a decade. If I play into that, I guarantee that he’ll spill the spoils of his other… conquests. He’ll want to prove that he can still get something up. Then we just have to sit back and watch the fireworks.”

           Holding her breath, Natalia looked to her husband. Slowly and subtly, his face softened, and he raised his glass.

           “Not bad, Ms. Selby,” he finally said.

           “It’s genius, Barba,” Carisi chimed in.

           “I’d call it clever, Carisi. Let’s leave it at that.”

           “You can change your opinion once we get the conviction,” Eve said. With that she picked up her glass, and she and Rafael clinked crystal as Natalia sank back in her seat and sighed happily.

           “We’ll have to do this again when that happens,” Natalia said.

           “That’s so sweet of you, Natalia,” Eve agreed. “We’ll see.”

           “Mami!”

           Violetta rushed forward and leaped into her mother’s lap.

           “Sorry, Natalia,” Ashtonja said.

           “It’s not a problem,” she assured Ashtonja as she kissed her daughter’s cheek. “What is it, sweet pea?”

           “I want to show them how I tell Hazel and Holly apart.”

           “We do that with ribbons, muñequita,” Rafael said, casting Dodds a quick smirk.

           “That maybe what you do, Papi,” Violetta sighed. “I have a trick. Can I show everyone? Please?”

             Agreeing as she lowered Violetta to the floor, Natalia watched her daughter lead the crowd towards the twins.

           “You need any help?” Rafael asked his wife as she started to pick up the empty plates.

           “No, I want you to keep making nice,” Natalia said, giving him a kiss. “See? She’s really not so bad.”

           “I don’t know if I’d go that---”

           “Just say that I’m right, Atticus,” Natalia teased. “And I’m getting closer to wearing the blue thing for you later on.”

           “So can I cut to the end of this?”

           “I said I’m close,” Natalia said. “But for now, keep the charm going.”

           “Mission received and on my way,” Rafael said, saluting her, the scotch obviously hitting his brain. “And she really isn’t so awful.”

           Content in his realization, Natalia went to the kitchen and began rinsing off the dishes. Even as Eve Selby put on airs and somewhere Rollins was sitting alone and hurt, at least a peace seemed established. Glad to have done that much, Natalia loaded the dishwasher, her mind drifting towards dessert when a shadow stunned her where she stood.

           “Oh! You startled me.”

           “Sorry,” Eve said, sauntering closer. “Are you sure you don’t need a hand?”

           “No,” Natalia said, shaking her head. “Did you see Violetta’s trick?”

           “So scientific,” Eve said with a small laugh. “Apparently Hazel cries whenever the pink hippo appears, but the other little darling is all smiles.”

           “I know,” Natalia said. “Have you figured out that Holly is Violetta’s favorite?”

           “I think she loves them both,” Eve said. “As does your husband.”

           Still smiling, Natalia reached into the refrigerator for a two-tier chocolate cake with vanilla icing.

           “He’s a wonderful father,” Natalia said. “I’m sure that you two will work well together.”

           Eve stayed silent until Natalia looked over her shoulder. For a second, she saw the other ADA’s face flat, but just as quickly her smile returned.

           “Definitely,” Eve said. “My goodness, Natalia. How do you do it? Three little girls… the other one.”

           “Ashtonja’s no trouble. Violetta adores her.”

           “Obviously,” Eve continued. “Plus, this meal… the party… and you almost pull off that sundress. Not an easy feat for someone who just had two babies.”

           Natalia froze, and Eve helped herself to a piece of cake, her smile escalating as she retired to the living room. Suddenly unsteady on her feet, Natalia gripped the edge of the countertop and felt her breath quicken in her chest when another shadow fell over her, and she turned fast to see Rafael walking towards her.

           “Everything okay in here?” he asked.

           “I… it’s fine,” she said, her hands shaking around a cake dish until Rafael lightly took hold of her arms and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

           “Are you sure?” he asked.

           “Yeah,” she said, falling into his hug and leaning back into his chest. “You two really all good now?”

           “I promise, hermosa,” he assured her. “Bet we even get a win with this case because of her plan. And then maybe I get out of that second chair.”

           So even though she was hurt, she would let the rest go. Eve Selby wasn’t the first mean girl that Natalia had encountered in this lifetime. She probably wouldn’t be the last. As much as she wanted to smack the smug expression from the her face, tonight was about mending fences. That mission was accomplished, and Natalia would let her own feelings and fears fall away for the moment.

           But as for the blue thing … it would likely stay buried in the closet along with its bows for the better part of this night.

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