The world needs more daddy Pedro with a baby/toddler
pairing: dad!Pedro Pascal x reader
a/n: I wrote this for the sole purpose to stop crying cause like get a grip girl and it didn't even work so yup... enjoy. (Also, I 100% agree bestie)
You woke up gasping for air, your baby's cries sounding through the baby monitor doing a damn good job at interrupting your sleep for the third time tonight.
You let out a breathy grunt as you turned to your side.
Pedro was looking at you, for some god-forsaken reason, with a smile pulling at his lips.
Of course he would find the silver lining in all this.
"I'll go" you whispered
"no, don't worry"
"Baby you already went twice" you protested
"It's fine, really"
again, another smile.
"u sure?" you asked, secretly praying to whoever was listening that he was, in fact, sure.
"I'm sure mama" he nodded, kissing your forehead "You stay here and rest"
"alright" you sniffled, not even trying to fight the yawn climbing your throat "Thank you baby"
He got up from the bed, glancing at you one more time before quietly walking out of the room.
...
He didn't need to turn on the lights, he would have known how to get to his daughter's room with his eyes closed by now.
He was the one who got up to check on her most of the times, and there were two main reasons why:
The first one was that he had never been much of a sleeper, so anytime she started crying, chances were, he had already been awake.
But the second, and perhaps most important one, was that he didn't mind, hell, actually, he loved it. He treasured that moment, the feeling of holding his own child (yes it still felt weird to say), of hearing her breathe, sensing her tiny heartbeat, watching as the eyes she had inherited from her mother struggled to remain open... it filled his chest with something so powerful he had no idea how to describe it, it was just- it was pure joy, pure love.
And this time was no different.
He gently picked the tiny creature screaming at the top of her lungs up and out of the crib, holding her in his arms as if she were a lost treasure.
"hey angel" he cooed, softly bouncing her to try and soothe her
"what's wrong?" he murmured, tenderly stroking her head "Tell daddy what's wrong"
"Are you hungry?" he asked mostly himself "No you can't be hungry, now I fed you an hour ago"
"nope you don't even need to change your diaper" he concluded after examining her
"what is it then sweetpea?" he murmured, drowning in her big beautiful eyes.
God, he had the most perfect baby ever
"you had a bad dream, is that it?"
"I'll tell you what, how 'bout we sit here," he said, as he took a seat on the armchair next to the crib "and I sing you a song huh? You liked that last time"
"yeah?" he smiled, watching her studying his face as if she was waiting for him to start.
She was already starting to calm down.
He had that effect on her.
"then get ready pumpkin"
...
"what are you doing?" you murmured, watching your husband holding your sleeping daughter.
You had come looking for him when you realized his side of the bed was empty.
"I don't want to wake her up" he explained
You smiled as you took in the image.
He was watching her as if she was gonna disappear any second now.
Without a second thought, you pulled the other arm-chair in the room right beside the one Pedro was sitting on.
"What are you doing?"
"There's no way I'm letting you sleep here alone"
He beamed as he watched you sit down next to him.
You rested your head on his shoulder, his scent wrapping around you ever so quickly, as you both looked down at your daughter.
Tiny breaths were fleeing her tiny lips as she slept soundly.
"she's perfect" you smiled
"she is" he agreed, resting his own head on top of yours.
"I love you y'know?" he murmured, after a moment of silence "I love you two more than anything in this world"
You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt and your heart threatened to burst.
"Me too honey" you promised "more than anything in this world"
