peter-cabello​:
He would have laughed at the woman if he had energy– meeting Peter Cabello was not lovely most of the time. He was a sarcastic asshole who threw caution to the wind more often than not, not caring if he perished as long as it was on his terms, and he often time wondered how his cousins haven’t grown tired of him and his antics by then. Peter barely had friends, counting the few of them on one hand, but he managed to shrug while the woman sat down beside him. He didn’t know how much of a distraction the woman would be able to provide, but at least if he had something else to focus on, then maybe the ghosts of his past would leave him alone quicker than if he were in silence. “You’re offering to a stranger to touch you?” Peter said with skepticism, not so much a question, but he still offered a shaking limb to the woman. At least he had the forethought to wipe as much blood off of his hands as he could; Peter didn’t know if he could handle seeing any sort of imprint left behind on the woman. “What…,” Peter blinked, the words coming slowly through the sponginess of his brain, “ what are you going to name her?”
In truth, everyone in Davenport knew about the Cabello family and Peter was considered an extension of the siblings who already existed. The odd one out, the orphan shying away from the spotlight and wanting absolutely nothing to do with the public scrutiny the other Cabellos garnered over a lifetime. Delia wondered what lay more with the boy, knowing she could never judge on rumors cast by the rare few that spent longer than a couple minutes conversing with him. “Oh, I thought we established we weren’t strangers. I’m offering a once in a lifetime opportunity I don’t grant everybody else, Peter.” The woman slightly tilted her head curiously as Peter’s attempt to wipe away the dried blood did not go unnoticed before guiding his palm to gently rest against the side of her abdomen where the baby previously kicked. She waited a moment with patience then experienced the familiar butterflies that came with the baby nudging her side. “Did you feel that?” She turned toward the young male, her smile slowly fading. Names. Something she dreaded. “I don’t know. She’s, um, she’s not technically mine.” Delia sighed before further explaining, “I was a surrogate. The couple who I’d been doing this for changed their minds and now I don’t...I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I’m allowing her become lost in the foster system, so, I’m the only person she has now.”