Pedro Pascal+characters one shots part 2

Pietro Alvarez-All Of Me

For those who don't know this, this is a very small role that Pedro did in a film called If Beale Street Could Talk.

Since there's not much background for the character, I'm going with my own storyline here.

You've been with Pietro for a while now and even though he can be a little rough around the edges, you still love him.

You end up pregnant and aren't sure how he'll take the news. Pietro surprises you.

Some swearing.

...................

You're sweating. You stand in the bathroom, staring at your red and puffy eyes sullen look. What will he think? Will he kick you to the curb once he discovers the truth?

There's a loud rap on the other side of the door and you shrink back against the wall, your heart pounding.

"Mi amor?" Pietro's voice sounds concerned. Shit! You can't do this now! You can't tell him. He'll flip.

You call out that you'll be out momentarily so he won't try and bust the door down, in an attempt to get to you. You wash your hands, over and over again, trying to stall for time.

"Y/N," Pietro calls out, rattling the bathroom door knob. You sigh wearily. You may as well get it over with. The longer you put it off, the worse the outcome will be.

You unlock the bathroom door and slowly twist the knob, pulling open the door and facing Pietro. He looks you up and down.

You know damn well that he'll notice your puffy, red eyes and will know that you've been crying. Shit. You should have known better. You silently curse yourself as you step out into the bedroom and watch Pietro's facial expression. He takes your hands in his.

"What's the matter? Are you...ill?" You sigh and gently pull your hands free from his, walking over to the bed and sitting down. You pat the spot next to you and Pietro sits down

"Pietro, I'm....pregnant." You immediately dissolve into tears, falling into Pietro's arms as he holds you. He doesn't say a word and you wish he would.

"That's fantastic news, mi amor." You remove yourself from his embrace and just stare at him in utter disbelief.

"Do-do you mean that?" Pietro kisses you and smiles, gently stroking your hair.

"Of course I mean that. I'm very excited. Can't you tell?"

"No."

"Well, I am. I couldn't be more happier. Do you know when the baby is due?" You wipe your eyes.

"December. But before Christmas." Pietro kisses you again and then places his hand on your stomach.

"This baby will be an early Christmas present to both of us."

You reach out and start stoking Pietro's hair and then cuddle close to him. You smile, happy that Pietro is all right with becoming a father.

...............

There are days when you question if you should be having this baby. Pietro can be harsh and impatient at times. So can you.

Some days, you can't hardly stand to look at him because he's made you so damn angry and upset.

But then, as you're lying in bed together, Pietro's hand protectively wrapped around you and resting on your ever growing stomach, you feel such a love and tenderness towards him and the child growing inside you.

You also struggle with doubt. And wonder if you really have what it takes to be a mother. Or if Pietro has what it takes to be a father.

After all, this business he's in charge of, with some questionable characters coming and going. And the...women he employs. (Not that you have anything against them and you know that honestly, they're better off working here for Pietro than running around on the streets.)

But it still makes you wary of some of them and you don't care for your child to be around that lifestyle too much and intent to keep the two as separate as possible.

You just hope that by keeping this baby, you're making the right decision.

...............

The baby arrives, healthy and perfect. She's so tiny and you can't hardly believe that she's all yours. Pietro looks so proud and happy, that it makes you feel emotional.

He gently kisses the both of you as tears slip down your cheeks.

"She did wonderful, my sweet girl. I'm so proud of you."

You start to cry and this confuses Pietro. He doesn't understand why you're crying.

"What is it?" he asks, looking alarmed.

"N-Nothing," you respond. "I'm just so happy. But a little overwhelmed, too."

Pietro kisses your forehead and gently rests his head against yours. The gentleness in him calms you down.

"We'll do this together, Y/N," he whispers. "You aren't alone." You laugh a little and gently squeeze his arm.

"Yes, my Pietro. You are so right. Now. I want to see you holding your daughter."

Pietro's face lights up as he carefully cradles the baby in his arms and you fall in love with him all over again.

He's speaking softly to her in Spanish and you adore that. Pietro looks over at you, his dark eyes shining. You blow him a kiss and you can see the moisture forming in his eyes.

"She'll be Isabella Maria Alina Alvarez." You nod. You absolutely adore the names Pietro has chosen.

"Yes, my Pietro. I love that. And the both of you." Pietro looks down at the tiny baby nestled in his arms and his smile is tender.

You know that in spite of everything, of all your worries and doubts, Pietro is going to be a wonderful father.