The Pedro Pascal Files

Messy // Javier Peña

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Shrill wailing echoed across the kitchen as Javier sat in front of Connie and Steve's little baby girl. Connie had run to the store, leaving the child alone with Steve and Javi. They were currently trying to get her to eat puréed bananas. She had been screaming for 10 minutes and Javier couldn't take it anymore. The noise alone made him wanna cry.

"Alright, alright." Steve said, finally caving and picking her up. It was clear she was so distressed and hungry, but her emotions wouldn't even allow her to try and eat. He patted her on the back, speaking softly as she started to calm down. With a hungry belly, she managed to fall asleep. She was exhausted. Steve came back into the kitchen to find Javi frozen there.

"You alright?" He asked. Javi looked like he was going to just burst into tears. Lately, Javi had been a little soft in the middle. Normally a rugged, hard and no nonsense type of man was suddenly cooing over every little puppy and baby he came across. He sniffled. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be okay?" He snapped. Steve just held up his hands in defense. Connie returned from the store minutes later. "Did she eat?" She asked.

Steve gave a defeated sigh. "No. She was too worked up." "Damn! I guess I'll have to try again when she wakes up." Connie hissed, putting away the cans and beginning to make dinner. "What's wrong with him?" She asked, jutting her thumb in Javi's direction. He was glued to the couch, mindlessly watching a Colombian telenovela. "I think Olivia crying upset him." Steve said in a hushed voice. Connie wrinkled her brow. "Why are you whispering?" She asked. "He's—he's just sensitive right now. I'm not sure what's going on."

Unbeknownst to Steve and Connie, you were the reason Javi was becoming soft. Ever since running into you in the coffee shop that morning, Javi had fallen head over heels in love with you. Sure, you called him a stupid idiot when he had bumped into you, spilling your coffee and dropping cigarette ash on your new blouse. But Christ, the man was in love. After agonizing weeks, you saw each other again. This time, Javier bought you coffee and asked you out on a proper date.

The two of you hit it off immediately. It was like you were made for each other. Javier suddenly felt less alone knowing there was someone who shared half of his brain. But there was just one problem: his work. Catching Escobar was one thing, but potentially putting you in harm's way was a whole other animal that Javier feared more than anything. He had had nightmares about it, only to wake up in a cold sweat and cuddle you closer than humanly possible to him. You were everything.

Javier felt bad lying about what he did, and felt even worse keeping you at a distance. But something else was gnawing at his conscience. Something wonderful, yet scary. About a week or so ago, you and Javier had a pregnancy scare. It really was scary. Javi could only focus on what if it was real. He couldn't just walk away from you. How could he abandon the person he loved the most? But how could he also serve you and the baby up like a hot meal to gangs of sadistic madmen. Thankfully, it was a false alarm.

But something changed in Javier after that. He realized that he was so busy being scared, he forgot to be happy about it. Then he felt guilty. Maybe he wanted to be a dad, maybe he could find other work back home where it was safe. Javi couldn't tell Steve about you. Nor could he tell him he was considering dropping out of the case, not when they're so close. And here lately, Los Pepes had been breathing down Javi's neck. He didn't have a way out.

Much later, as Connie was putting Olivia down for the night, Steve had managed to get Javier's attention with a turkey and cheese sandwich and a beer. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, pushing the beer across the table. "About what?" "About whatever's bothering you." He said, taking a drink. "Nothing's bothering me." Javi said, dismissively. "You say that...but you just spent the last four hours like a goddamn mannequin on my couch." Steve said.