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content: Pedro Pascal x reader (established relationship), Pedro bonding with reader’s two kids (a boy and a toddler girl), found family feels, proud stepdad energy, wholesome moments, emotional softness, bio dad is absent but not villainized
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Pedro had never set out to become a father figure.
But life didn’t care about his plans.
It gave him you — and by extension, it gave him them.
Your son was seven, sharp and sweet with the kind of brain that never stopped moving. Your daughter had just turned three — all curls, dimples, and chaotic opinions. And somehow, in the beautiful mess of your life, Pedro had found a home.
He didn’t try to replace their dad.
That man was still around — technically. The occasional birthday call, the missed soccer games, the promises that always fell flat. Your son had learned not to ask. Your daughter was too little to understand yet.
But Pedro was there.
He showed up. Every single time.
He was there in the bleachers at every Saturday game, clapping way too loud and yelling “THAT’S MY GUY!” anytime your son so much as kicked the ball in the right direction. He wore the team T-shirt, brought snacks, and took a hundred blurry action shots on his phone.
Your son beamed every time.
He was there during school drop-offs and pickups, holding your daughter’s tiny hand and crouching to let her show him which sticker she got from her teacher. He always asked her what she learned. He always kissed her forehead before buckling her into the car.
And he was proud.
God, he was so proud.
At the parent showcase for your daughter’s daycare, he stood in the back of the room, arms crossed, phone out, absolutely beaming while she clapped off-beat and danced like a jellybean. He didn’t care that other parents were confused — whispering, wondering.
“That’s her dad?” one woman had asked you, a little too nosy.
You smiled without hesitation. “He’s her everything.”
That night, after the kids were in bed, you found Pedro in the living room — holding one of her drawings, a mess of pink scribbles with “PEPO” scrawled in toddler handwriting at the bottom.
He looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
“She wrote my name,” he whispered.
“She knows exactly who you are.”
He swallowed, brushing his thumb over the crayon lines. “I just want them to feel safe. Like they matter. Like someone is always in their corner.”
You crossed the room and curled into his lap, arms around his neck. “They do. Because of you.”
Weeks later, at your son’s school event — a science fair — Pedro was the one helping him carry in the project board, adjusting his little collared shirt, high-fiving him before he stepped up to explain the volcano model.
He watched like it was an Oscar-winning performance.
When your son looked out into the crowd mid-presentation, scanning the faces for someone, his eyes locked on Pedro.
With build a home can we get like reader comes home from school upset and finds her mom isn’t home but then Pedro is home but she doesn’t wanna burden him but it ends in them having a movie night and falling asleep on the couch please
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To Build A Home Pt. III (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)
Pedro Pascal Masterlist
A/N: Looooove this request!! Hope you enjoy it!! Requests for To Build a Home are open! send them in!!
Summary: Your past comes back to haunt you. You go home in hopes to find comfort in your mother but you are met with Pedro who tries his best to be there for you in dark times marking the beginning of a movement within you.
Word Count: 3,014
Warnings: Mentions of stalking
Waiting for time to go by was excruciating. The second hand on the clock moved slower the longer you stared at it, it was as if it knew you were anxious to leave this place; anxious to join the outside world and it liked the anxiety it got from you.
You let out a deep sigh as you shifted in your chair, you had zoned in and out of today's lecture about World War II. Your history teachers had a voice that could easily be drowned out by any noise. He had no enthusiasm for any subject he taught and it showed.
You directed your attention to your best friend who sat next to you, they had been doodling in their notepad for the past twenty minutes. You knew if your teacher had called on either one of you right now you’d be doomed.
The sound of the bell ringing startled you, and you jumped in your seat. Your best friend caught sight of it and giggled, “Jesus,” you muttered under your breath as you packed up your backpack.
“We still good for tomorrow?” They ask. You both walked out of the classroom and into the hallway.
“I don’t know, my mom is still pretty pissed at me from the other day,” you commented.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” they muttered. “How is all that going anyway?”
You shrugged, since the day Pedro took you to the aquarium a week ago, you had only seen him twice. He came over once to take your mother out on a date and for drinks after and he came over another time to cook dinner for your mother. Even though, he said he was making dinner for both you and your mother, you had found a way out of it. Luckily, you already had plans that night to go study with a group from class. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance, trying to respect the boundaries you have silently made. You respected that. You just weren’t sure how you felt about him still.
Your mother, on the other hand, was angry with you. Angry that you were not being so easy on him and you were angry with her. Hoping she’d be more understanding with the situation. After everything the two of you had been through, you had hoped that she would be the most understanding out of everyone.
“He’s okay,” you finally commented.
“Just okay?”
“I mean, what am I supposed to compare him to?” You sighed, “I don’t know him well enough to say he’s better than my dad or that he’s the best boyfriend my mother has ever had. So, he’s okay.” Okay was going to have be enough. For now. You were scared to say that he was great when in fact he wasn’t. Or to say that he was the worst person ever when he was a sweetheart deep down inside. His being an actor wasn’t adding to the equation. Every site you looked at, trying to find some type of dirt on the man always had something amazing to say. There was no way he was just Pedro. There had to be something.
They gave you a nod, “I think any man would be better than your dad.”
You shrugged, “I doubt that.”
You had reached the front entrance of the school building, where parents picked up their kids and where some waited for the school bus. Your best friend scanned the cars, smiling as they spotted their dad waving at them, you couldn’t help but feel envious of her. They had an amazing dad that was always there for them, one that really cared for them and protected them. You looked around, hoping that you could spot a familiar face. Yes, you had a loving mother who was always there for you, but you were repeatedly missing something.
“Let me know about tomorrow, yeah?” They said as they began walking away. You gave them a nod before waving them off. Watching as they hugged their dad inside the car, what you’d give to have something like that.
You began your walk home. It was only a twenty-minute walk and you enjoyed being able to listen to music on your walk home. Just because you listened to music on your walk home didn’t mean you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings though. You were aware of the things that were happening around you, the cars that passed by, the people you saw, and where exactly you were walking.
Meaning, that you noticed one car pass by you three times already within your walk. Immediately, you took note of the color of the car and model, hoping that maybe it was just a coincidence that you saw the exact same car three times, but it was hard to miss the big dent on the rear bumper. You doubted that there were three cars that were the exact same color, same model, with the same dent on the rear bumper that passed you all within five minutes of your twenty-minute walk.
Feeling your heart beginning to race, you picked up the pace. You glanced behind you to see the car had pulled over, you could see that there was only one person in the car. The car inched closer, giving you a better look at who was driving.
Your eyes widened when you realized who it was. Your father. He knew that you realized who he was, he put the car in park and got out of the car.
“Y/N, sweetie,” he smiled.
Don’t stop, you thought to yourself. You could hear him grunt as you continued walking down the sidewalk. Hearing the sound of the car door slamming caused you to jump slightly, you could hear the engine roaring to catch up. He slowly drove next to you, rolling down the window.
“Sweetie, please,” he began, “how about we go for a drive and talk? Just like we used to.”
“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you hissed as you kept your eyes forward, continuing with your walk.
“Look, sweetie, the restraining order is just a piece of paper, it’s not going to keep me away from seeing my daughter. Just get in the car.”
Your house was only a few blocks away, you could run it, but running it would risk him knowing where you lived. You needed a plan and you needed one fast. There were only a few options, run back to the school and seek help there; which was the most logical and sane option. Or you run and try to lose him.
Running back to the school did have its risks with it now being further away than your house.
“I miss you, sweetie,” He called out. “I need to see you and I can’t just let some piece of paper get in the way of that! Look, I’m sorry for everything that has happened but I’ve changed!”
It was always the same exact thing. The same exact words that lost meaning years ago, but they still brought you anger.
“Go away!” You yelled before sprinting down an alley. It probably wasn’t the best choice, but you knew this alley led to a small walkway towards your street and you knew this was probably your best bet in losing your father. Once you saw the street ahead of you, you stopped to make sure you couldn’t see his car before darting across the street to your house.
Swiftly, you pulled your backpack off your shoulders before fumbling inside the pockets looking for your house keys. From the distance, you could hear a low rumble of the engine making its way down the street. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself. Heart racing as you swore to yourself that you left your keys in the small front pocket of your backpack that was full of pencils, erasers, and random pieces of paper. You could hear the small jingle of the keys being pushed around, letting out a sigh as you felt them against your fingers. Pulling them out of your backpack and unlocking the door as quickly as you could, you made it inside just before your father's car made it past your house.
Locking the door behind you, you ran into the living room, “Mom?!” you yelled in a panic. “Please be home,” you mumbled as tears began to fill your eyes, you ran up the stairs, “Mom!?”
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Down the hall, in your mother's room, Pedro heard the door slam shut. For a second, he thought that maybe Yesenia's meeting had been canceled, which would’ve ruined his surprise for her. He let out a deep sigh, thinking that he could come up with some excuse as to what he was doing, maybe find something for her to do downstairs for the next hour. He got up from his position next to the pile of pieces of wood on the floor and made his way towards the door.
“Mom!?” He heard a voice yell throughout the house, his hand stopped just before he grabbed the doorknob. Thankful that it wasn’t Yesenia, but now he was filled with anxiety. Does he go out there and greet you or stay inside the room? Staying inside the room would probably be the worst thing to do, but he knew you didn’t like him all that much and he wanted to give you the space you needed. Pedro shook his head, he needed to at least let you know that he was in the house. He let out a deep sigh before turning the knob and opening the door.
“Mom?!” Pedro's heart began to race, something was wrong. He could hear the panic in your voice, and he quickly stepped out of the room. He could see you making your way up the stairs.
“Hey, Y/n!” He said in a soft tone, you jumped a little as you got to the top of the stairs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Is my mom here?” you asked anxiously as your eyes darted around the house.
Pedro took in how wide your eyes were and how pitched your voice sounded. “N-no, she had an emergency meeting at work, she won’t be back for a while.” You took in a deep breath as your hands shook, reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “If you’re trying to call her, it won’t help that she left her phone here.”
“Fuck,” you muttered. You lifted your hands up to your head, taking in deep breaths to control your breathing. Pedro noticed your knuckles go white from gripping your phone, the way you appeared to struggle to catch your breath. He knew what was happening all too well.
“Y/N?” He softly said as he took a step closer to you. You took a step back.
“I-I,” you took in another deep breath, and you began to fumble with your hands.
Pedro took a few more steps until you were directly in front of him, taking hold of your hands, “breathe with me,” he instructed. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, you followed. “And out,” he let out his deep breath, he led you in taking a few more deep breaths before helping you down the stairs and into the living room.
You took a seat on the couch, panic still trying to make its way in. Pedro took a seat next to you, he noticed your eyes darting around, “hey, hey,” he tried to catch your attention. “Deep breath,” he coached you through another deep breath.
Everything you had thought about Pedro went out the window. Yes, you thought there had to be something wrong with the man, something that no one knows about. A dark history of some kind, but when he knew exactly what to do without asking, at that very moment, you thought maybe there wasn’t.
Hesitantly, Pedro pulled you into an embrace, holding you just enough for you to stop trembling. He didn’t ask if you wanted to talk or if you were okay, and for you, it was what you needed. You allowed yourself to be okay in his presence, to feel safe. Slowly you wrapped your arms around his waist.
Pedro wanted to jump up and down with joy but he remained calm, gently rubbing circles on your back until you had fully calmed down. The two of you remained in silence for about fifteen minutes, you felt your heart slowly regain its normal pace and your breathing began to normalize.
“You ready to talk?” Pedro asked softly.
You let go of the embrace, tears brimming your eyes once again. “I saw him today.”
Pedro didn’t have to ask who you saw, he just knew by the way fear took over your eyes earlier. He knew it was a touchy subject, a subject that he didn’t know you would talk to him about.
“H-he was at my school waiting for me,” A tear made its way down your cheek.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Pedro suggested.
“Please don’t let him get me,” you pleaded as you looked over at Pedro. “Please.”
Pedro’s heart broke into pieces, the terror that man had put in you, if it were up to Pedro that man would never see the light of day. Pedro placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, “I won’t.” He let out a sigh, “how close did he get?” Pedro asked. He knew the terms of the restraining order that was held against your father, knowing that if he got within 40 feet he could go to jail.
You shrugged, “it was close,” you sniffled.
Pedro sighed, he knew that what you needed to do right now was calm down. He wanted to call the police right away and get the man arrested, but he knew that that was probably not the best way for Yesenia to come home. Once Yesenia came home, he’d speak to her and they’d call the police, but for now, he had other things that needed his attention.
“how about we watch a movie?” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table.
“Why are you so nice to me?” you finally said. You weren’t expecting Pedro to just stop everything and be there for you. If anything, you expected him to go back to whatever it was he was doing, leaving you alone to panic. If it were any other person, they probably would’ve done just that.
Pedro looked at you puzzled, “I-I–”
“I don’t get it,” you began, “You come in here and you act like you truly love my mother and I treat you so horribly. I do everything I can to get you to run for the hills but you’re still here. You even dealt with our mess and you’re still here.” You got up from the couch, “So why are you still here? Why do you put up with it?
He placed the remote back down, “If I’m being honest… I don’t know. I have this immense love for your mother and I… I just can’t explain it. I’d like to be there for you if you’ll allow me to. I know I can never replace your father nor will I ever be like a father to you because you may not allow it, but I would like to be a part of you and your mother's life in one way or another.”
You shook your head, “I don’t understand.”
“You don't have to,” he got up from his spot on the couch.
Tears welled up in your eyes, “this is new to me.”
“It’s new to me too.”
“It’s gonna be hard for me.” He nods, “I can’t promise anything.”
“I’m not asking you to,” he said softly.
“Alright.” You wanted to believe that you weren’t doing this for him, you were doing it for your mother. Seeing how much joy he brought her made you happy and that should be enough, right? Right. Yet, it was hard for it to just be enough. It was hard to let someone in after years of trauma, but if your mother could do it… then maybe so could you.
“Movie?” He asked again as he sat back down on the couch.
You gave him a nod, taking the spot next to him. “I hear Paddington 2 is a good movie,” you commented.
Pedro couldn’t help but chuckle, “But we have to start with the first Paddington.”
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Hours later, Yesenia walked into the house. Exhausted from the long meeting and anxious to see how many missed calls she had on her phone. She made her way to the living room, spotting Pedro a smile formed on her lips, “surprised to see you her-” she stopped mid-sentence as Pedro immediately shushed her. She walked around the couch, her eyes beaming as she saw her daughter laying her head on Pedro’s lap.
“She fell asleep halfway through Paddington 2, that was like two hours ago. I haven’t had the heart to wake her,” Pedro whispered. He gently combed your hair with his hands.
Yesenia sat on the coffee table in front of them, “want me to wake her?”
Pedro shook his head, “She’s had a bad day, let her rest.” He then looked up at Yesenia, “Her father was waiting for her at her school, I was waiting for you to come home so we could handle it.”
Yesenia’s heart dropped, this was one of her worst fears. “I’m sorry you have to deal with our drama, Pedro. I understand if-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he immediately responded. “I don’t want to break up, I don’t see that happening anytime in the future.” He sighed, “I can help.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“I’m offering,” he looked down at you before looking back up at Yesenia, “let me help.”
As much as Yesenia wanted to decline his offer, she knew she couldn’t do this alone again. She didn’t have it in her anymore, she needed the help. “Alright.”
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To Build a Home (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)
Pedro Pascal Masterlist
A/N: I feel like this one was too short but I've been having writers block and this is the best I could do! I hope you enjoy it!! <3
Word Count: 2,880
Summary: Your mother decides it is time for you to meet her boyfriend of six months, you are defensive at first, but you think you could get used to the idea of having this one around more often.
This is fine.
Everything about this situation is okay.
No need to panic. You thought to yourself. Watching your mother frantically cook in the kitchen as if her life depended on it. You have never seen your mother this frantic since the day your grandmother decided to do a surprise visit.
“Mom?” you quietly said, walking around the counter.
“Honey, can you grab me some garlic, it should be next to the bananas… bananas… shit! I forgot to make dessert!” She groaned to herself as she handled the hot pan in front of her.
You sighed, grabbing the garlic and setting it down on the counter beside her, “Mom,” you said a little louder.
“What, honey?” She quickly gave you a glance before taking notice of the garlic you had placed on the counter. She grabbed it, taking it over to the cutting board.
“Can you look at me for a moment?” You asked desperately.
She sighed, putting down everything before turning to give you her full attention. “Si, Cariño?”
“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” You regretted the words as soon as they had left your mother, seeing the reaction on your mother's face. How her eyes watered and her mouth frowned.
“But, Cariño, you told me you were ready. We had a whole discussion– I don’t understand.”
You sighed, “I know, I–I think I’m nervous ‘s all.”
“Nervous? Sweetie, how do you think we feel?” You shrugged, “Pedro has been messaging me all week about how he wants to cancel because he’s nervous.” She sighed, “Honey, you’re not the only one that is feeling this way.”
“So, we should cancel?”
She shook her head, “It’s time for you to meet Pedro.” You feared that she would say that. It only meant one thing. One thing you truly feared, she was deeply in love with him. That what they had was something serious and it could lead to them becoming more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. It meant that you would now have to share your mother with someone and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.
Especially with how the last time ended. You still had nightmares from when your father was around, images in your head that never left. What if Pedro turned out to be just like your father?
“Okay,” you felt defeated. Your mother was a person who didn’t budge. Once she had made a decision it was final.
“Now you either help me cook or you get out of my kitchen,” she stated, turning her body to face the counter once more to busy herself with the garlic in front of her.
For the longest, it had always been you and your mother. Your father had no visitation rights since you were eight, so for the past five years, you and your mother picked up the pieces and started a new life. A better life.
Your mother focused mainly on work in the filming industry and eventually, she was able to afford a nice house for the two of you. That’s what it was, just the two of you. You never imagined that one day, it could potentially be three of you. That your mother would one day want to find love again.
“Do you love him?” You hesitantly asked.
Your mother stopped everything, letting out a deep sigh, “I’m afraid to answer that question,” she admitted.
You were afraid she would dodge that question, but also you were sad that she had. You had hoped that your mother wouldn’t tip-toe around the subject with you. Maybe she could be honest with you about a topic that wasn’t common in this household.
“Be honest with me,” you reassured. “Do you love him?”
“Love is a strong word,” she whispered.
“And your daughter meeting him is a big step.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I do love him.”
You gave her a small nod, “Then that’s enough for me.”
She gave you a smile before walking around the counter to pull you in for a hug, “Thank you.”
“But this doesn’t mean that I’m not going to give him a hard time, I still don’t trust the man.” You grabbed one of the potatoes that were on the counter, grabbed the peeler, and made your way over to the trash can. “Don’t expect me to call him dad,” you said jokingly, referencing to the movie Stepbrothers.
Your mother giggled, “I don’t expect that at all from you, amor,” she smiled.
The hour quickly passed, and you anxiously sat on the couch, your eyes not peeling away from the clock on the wall. Your foot bounced against the wooden floors, creating a gentle but persistent thud. The sound echoed throughout the room and for a moment you were glad your mother was busy in the kitchen, distracting herself with the neatness of the dining room and kitchen and if she had enough time to whip up something quick for dessert. You could hear her muttering to herself about whether Pedro would enjoy a bar of chocolate for dessert or if that was stupid.
It was any second that Pedro would walk through those doors and your life would change for either the worst or the best. You didn’t know which and you were afraid to find out.
“Sweetie, are you going to wear that?” Your mom asked as she walked into the living room.
You looked down to see what you were wearing, it was what you had worn to school, a plain tee, flannel, and some jeans. It was casual wear for you, “Um, yes?” She raised her eyebrows, “would you like for me to change?”
She sighed, “Would it be fucked up for me to say yes?”
“Kind of, I mean, if he really liked me he wouldn’t care what I wore right? But, on the other hand, I can change to make you feel less anxious.”
Your mother stood there for a second, thinking about what you had just said. Giving you a small nod, “Don’t change,” she stated.
You smiled, knowing you had won, “Alright.”
Your mother's head whipped towards the door at the sound of the doorbell, “Oh my god, that’s him.” She let out a deep breath before looking over at you, “is it too late to cancel?”
“Hey, I tried earlier but you said it was too late.”
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, “What the fuck am I doing? I mean, are we even ready for something like this?”
You sighed, getting up from the couch, “Ama, I think you’ve been ready for a while, you’ve just been scared, but I’m no longer a little girl, Mom. You deserve happiness.”
She gave you a soft smile, placing a hand on your cheek, “Cuando creciste?” (When did you grow up)
“Cuando no estabas mirando,” you smiled. (When you weren’t looking)
“Alright, let’s do this,” she whispered. You trailed behind her as she walked towards the door. You stood back, watching as your mother opened the door. She deserved happiness, no matter what. Even at the cost of yours. She deserved it.
After everything she had been through to protect you, it was the least you could give her. You saw the way she had been these past few months, the after-dates smile, and how she grinned from ear to ear the day after. He made her happy and it scared you, but you couldn’t tell your mother that. You couldn’t ruin it because somehow seeing her so happy made you happy, even if you were weary about the man who was causing it.
Your mother's voice was muffled as she greeted Pedro on the other side of the door. Meeting him meant a lot of things, it meant that it was no longer the two of you on adventures, that he would more than likely tag along. It meant that eventually, you would have to get used to your mom always being with him. He could be here for breakfast some days and you know what that meant. He could be here for dinners on other days and it also meant expressing boundaries.
She deserved this happiness.
“Y/N,” your mother called for you as she stepped aside to let Pedro in. There he was, with a nervous smile playing on his lips and a bouquet of flowers in his hands that you knew was for your mother. “I’d like for you to meet my daughter, Pedro.”
He let out a nervous laugh, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, your mother speaks so much about you.” He held out his free hand for you to shake, and you gently shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you too,” you gave him a hesitant smile.
“Oh! I got you these, your mother said you loved sunflowers and well,” he nervously chuckled, “I hope you like ‘em.”
You gave him a surprised look, glancing at your mom who grinned from ear to ear, “For me?” He gave you a nod, “T–thank you, I–I don’t know what to say!” Pedro handed you the bouquet that was beautifully displayed sunflowers with a few purple flowers here and there and baby’s breath surrounding them. “They’re beautiful, thank you, Pedro!”
Pedro grinned from ear to ear, he relaxed a little. He had been nervous all day about handing you the flowers, afraid that you’d reject them. Maybe this dinner wouldn’t be so bad and maybe he could bond with you after all. He knew some things about you from what your mother had said, but it was only some things. He did know the struggles you and your mother had gone through, knowing very well that this transition wasn’t going to be easy for you. Pedro is determined to try his best to get you to trust him because all he wants is to be a positive influence in your life, it was the way he was. His heart broke to hear what you had been through at such a young age and he wished there was something he could do. Something he could do for you and your mother.
“Well, dinner is ready,” your mother states, “let me show you to the dining room.”
“I-I’m gonna put these away,” you say as you walk towards the kitchen. You set the flowers on the counter, staring at them for a second. This was the first time anyone had gotten you flowers. Your first time getting flowers were supposed to be meaningful. A moment you’d remember forever and for a second you were afraid he had just ruined that. For just a second and it was gone, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the bouquet. “Don’t,” you whispered to yourself. The sound of your mother's laughter coming from the other room. This all felt too good, it would all soon come tumbling down and you knew that, but you did not know if you could handle it.
You took in a deep breath before joining your mother and Pedro in the dining room. You sat across from Pedro at the table, “smells good,” you commented as you began piling food on your plate.
“Thanks, mija,” your mom smiled.
“So, Y/N, your mother tells me you are in the drama club at school?” You gave him a nod.
“She’s thinking about starting auditions for actual films soon, right, mija?”
You shrugged, “It’s still a big maybe.”
“For film? I mean, it doesn’t hurt to try.”
“Maybe Pedro could give you some pointers,” your mother suggested.
You cleared your throat, “So, how many siblings do you have?”
“Y/N,” your mother warned.
Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay, Yesenia.” For a moment you forgot your mother had a first name, you were so used to just calling her mom. “I have three siblings.”
“Pedro, you don’t have to answer her questions, she does thi-”
“How many sisters and how many brothers?” You asked.
“Two sisters, one brother.”
You nod, “Please stop interrogating him,” your mother pleaded.
You gave her a small glare before looking over at Pedro, “Where are you from?”
“Chile,” Pedro smiled. He found this amusing and cute. You were protective over your mother and he loved that you were. “Next question?”
“When did you move here?”
“That’s a long story.”
“I have all night, it’s a weekend.”
“Y/N,” your mother warned.
Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay.” He looked back over at you, “Long story short, my family moved here when I was very little but we had to go back when I was a little older when I was old enough I moved back on my own to pursue acting.” He gave you the cliff notes of his life, leaving out the personal details that were still hard for him to talk about, but enough to keep you satisfied. Your mother gave Pedro a sincere smile and he smiled back. She knew the longer version of the story and she was grateful he was answering your questions to his best ability. “Next question?” he asked.
“Do you want more kids?”
Your mother rolled her eyes, “No,” he chuckled.
“No?”
“Yes, he said no and I don’t want more kids either, Y/N,” your mother stated.
“Why not?” you directed the question towards Pedro.
“Because of my schedule mostly, but I also never saw myself having kids. I’m already almost fifty and I don’t think it’s fair on the kid to have a parent that old, you know?”
“Plus, your mother can’t have any more kids and if she could she wouldn’t because childbirth is no joke.”
You rolled your eyes this time, “Alright, last question.”
“Hit me with it,” Pedro stated.
“What are your intentions with my mother?”
“Y/N!” your mother warned.
Pedro chuckled, “I love your mother and I love spending time with her and right now I would like to get to know you because I know you mean the world to her. I know you both have…” Pedro hesitated, “I don’t intend on hurting your mother in any way. I see myself spending a lot more time with her and hopefully, one day, growing old with her.”
You watched as his eyes never left your mother, the way they idolized her as if she were the only thing that mattered. He really loved her and you could see it in him, but could you trust him? You didn’t know. It was hard to know. You barely had any trust, to begin with.
You remained quiet the rest of the dinner, listening to the two of them laugh as they joked around and told stories about some of their dates or their time together on set. He was an actor, he’d be on the road a lot and your mother knew that yet she was okay with it. She was okay with everything about him.
Your mother got up to answer a phone call, leaving the two of you alone.
You pushed your food around with your fork, “You okay?”
You glanced up at Pedro, his eyes showing concern, how you hated that they did that. “Yeah.”
He sighed, placing his fork down, “You don’t have to like me.”
“You got me flowers,” you whispered.
“Your mother kept mentioning how you loved sunflowers, and it felt like the right thing to do.”
“No one has ever gotten me flowers,” you stated.
Pedro sighed, “I’m sorry if I stepped over the line or–”
“No, you didn’t… just taken back ‘s all.”
He gave you a small nod, “Do you like them?”
“Love them,” you corrected. Giving him a small smile, he smiled back. “I just… I always kind of dreamt that my dad would be the first person to get me flowers, you know?”
He nodded, “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve–”
“It’s okay,” you reassured.
He sighed, “I’m not him, you know.” You stayed quiet. “I know, you don’t trust me because of him, but I am not him and I’m willing to give you all the time you need in order for you to allow me in your life. I love your mother, Y/N and I hope that if you get to know me and I get to know you… we could develop a sort of bond… would that be okay?”
There was a little voice inside your head that was screaming yes, she was shouting it so loud that it gave you a headache. Yet, your mouth never moved, seconds passed and you sat there wondering if it would be okay. The little voice argued with the bigger one. One was more naive than the other and one was more hurt than the other.
Your mother stepped back into the dining room, “I was thinking while on the call, maybe the two of you should hang out together sometime soon? Without me there, get to know each other you know?”
Pedro smiled, “Sounds good to me, what do you think, Y/N?”
You shrugged before giving your mother a nod.
She clapped in excitement, “I’ll plan it out for you guys! It’ll be great!” Would that be okay? His voice trailed inside yours for the remainder of the dinner. You wanted it to be okay, but you couldn’t give him an answer, not just yet anyway.
