INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-EPILOGUE

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"She's so beautiful."

Pedro nodded, head leaning on Willow's shoulder watching their child spin in circles.

"Do you think she has issues?"

Willow nodded, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, but in a good way."

As if understanding them, she stopped, sitting on her bottom and looking up at them. She tilted her head, ears flopping.

"What should we name her?" Willow asked aloud.

"Vader?" Pedro suggested.

Bark.

Pedro laughed. "Damn, dog, okay not a Sith Lord, then."

"Princess?"

Pedro gave her a funny look. "Baby, that's your name, why would I name our dog that? The most common Spanish household dog name," he added under his breath.

Willow blushed at his words, a light laugh slipping from her lips. "Okay then, you come up with one."

"I did, I suggested Vader."

"Well, I suggested Princess."

"That's a stupid name, come up with another."

"Pedro!"

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple, his left hand running gently along her arm.

"I'm teasing, princesa," he emphasized the nickname, kissing her cheek loudly. "But we're not naming our dog that. What do you want to be named?" He asked the Labrador mix.

Bark.

"I don't speak your language, pal, I'm sorry."

Willow giggled, jumping when another dog leapt into her lap.

"Oh, hi there, pretty baby!" She gushed, rubbing behind Edgar's ears. Edgar was Pedro's dog, barely three last week (if the birthday party was anything to go by) and Willow absolutely adored him.

But on a sporadic trip to the shelter, Willow and Pedro met "Spot" the thirteen-month old labrador and adopted her immediately, with the intent to change her name.

Elphaba, Willow's gecko, lived in the guest bedroom and Edgar wasn't allowed to be near her. (After nearly killing her when Willow was at the store once, breaking through the glass on her terrarium.)

They'd moved in together five months prior, after nearly a year of dating. It didn't feel rushed, they were always at the other's home and they just decided to take another step.

"Arwen?" Pedro asked finally after a moment of silence, excluding Willow's occasional coos to Edgar.

"Like, Lord of the Rings?"

"Could be cute."

"Could be a pass. I love her but I'd name a kid Arwen not a puppy."

"You want to have kids?" He looked over at her, eyes moving across her face. "Someday?"

"With you?" Willow half-smiled. "I'd love to have them. But I think I'd adopt, if anything? It just feels right. Pregnancy scares me and there are so many other kids that—"

"—Fuck, I love you."

Willow blushed, shoving him with her free hand. "Shut it."

"One day," he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "But for now, we have a fur-baby to name."

"Sophia?"

He looked over her face, a smile warming his handsome one. "Like Golden Girls?"

Willow shrugged. "Edgar and Sophia. I think it's kind of cute."