A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
summary: Choosing baby names with Javier is not as easy as you hoped.
rating: General (This is FLUFF. Soft Javier Peña, Dad-to-be Javier Peña, Husband Javier Peña, Javier being in love with his wife, and stoked to be having a kid, domestic fluff, pregnancy, food mention, banter)
word count: 1.4k of pure fluff
a/n: This can be read as a standalone or as part of the Learning to Live 'verse. In my head it is LTL canon.
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"How do you feel about Marco?" You asked.
You were sitting in bed, your back propped up with pillows and holding the baby name book. Javi was resting his head on your belly that had really started taking shape-visible evidence that you were, in fact, pregnant. There were the other symptoms, of course. It took you two missed periods and getting sick at the smell of bacon to realize something was up, and your suspicions were confirmed after taking six at-home pregnancy tests. You'd waited to tell Javi until after getting confirmation from a doctor, and the man had been so excited-was still excited, about becoming a father; it was something you both had wanted for some time.
Javi had your shirt pulled up to just under your breasts. His big palm was rubbing against the side of your baby bump, pressing his ear to it like he was trying to hear the sweet potato-sized baby currently fluttering around inside you-a soft look on his face as he gazed at you with a relaxed smile on his lips.
"I have a cousin named Marco," Javi replied.
"Oh, right. He has that restaurant in Austin we still need to check out."
"Yeah, the Tex-Mex place. Something we'll have to do after the baby's born."
Your head tilted, looking over the book at him.
"Why after?" You asked.
His eyebrow rose.
"Baby, you get heartburn eating Taco Bell. Imagine eating real food."
The exceptionally bad heartburn was another symptom of growing a human.
You frowned.
"Taco Bell is real food."
"Taco Bell is shit."
"Taco Bell is delicious, and you're mean," you pouted.
"I'm not mean. I'm right. If you want Mexican, I'll get you El Mercadito."
They had the best tacos in Laredo, and it was your favorite restaurant, as well as Javi's.
"You know I love El Mercadito, but they aren't open till midnight like Taco Bell is."
