me and my husband ° pedro pascal

vi-London (irl)

After months of separation, Julia's excitement reached its peak as she boarded her flight to London. The prospect of reuniting with Pedro filled her with joy. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she imagined their reunion and the adventures they would have in her beloved city.

Landing at Heathrow, Julia scanned the crowd anxiously. Her eyes finally landed on Pedro, who was wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, trying to blend in. He looked like a typical American tourist, but the bouquet of her favorite flowers gave him away. His grin was infectious, and they both laughed as she ran into his arms.

"Welcome home, love," Pedro said, lifting her off the ground in a tight hug.

"I've missed you so much," Julia replied, her heart pounding with happiness.

Pedro set her down, and they both stood for a moment, just taking in the sight of each other. "You look even more beautiful than I remembered," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Julia laughed, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "And you look... very incognito," she teased, tapping the brim of his hat.

Pedro chuckled. "Had to make sure I wasn't mobbed by fans. You know how it is." Julia and Pedro then quickly got into a taxi before everyone noticed them. Pedro was staying in a hotel for his new film's shooting.

Julia decided to stay with Pedro at his hotel for a few days. Pedro had a five-day break from shooting, so they planned to spend the time together. Afterward, Pedro would return to shooting, and Julia would stay in her flat in Knightsbridge.

"You look great, also mustacheless," Julia said, glancing at Pedro next to her.

Pedro laughed. "Yeah, Patty thought the mustache made me look too 'detective-y' for this role. But don't worry, it'll be back soon enough."

They spent the next few days exploring the city. They visited Julia's favorite spots, including the British Museum and Covent Garden. One afternoon, they even took a boat ride on the Thames. As they floated past the Houses of Parliament, Pedro joked, "Do you think I could play a British politician in a movie?"

Julia grinned. "Only if you can nail the accent. Try saying, 'I do declare, this is preposterous!'"

Pedro put on his best British accent, which sounded more Australian. "I do declare, this is preposterous!"

Julia burst out laughing. "You know what? I noticed that lately, you spoke with British accent a bit, it's like you're mimicking us without you realizing it," Julia said to him.

"Is it, Jules?" Pedro said, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

Julia chuckled. "Yes, it is. But it's cute. Makes you sound like a local."

Pedro leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Maybe I'm secretly British and you just never knew."

Julia laughed, her heart swelling with happiness. They continued to wander the city, their hands intertwined, enjoying every moment of their reunion. Each place they visited held a special memory for Julia, and sharing it with Pedro made it even more meaningful.

On the fourth day, they decided to have lunch at one of Julia's favorite little cafes near Covent Garden. As they walked hand in hand, the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets.

They entered the cafe, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloping them. Julia's eyes sparkled as she spotted a familiar face sitting by the window.

"Hugh!" she called out, waving excitedly.

The man looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Hugh Grant, the quintessential charming actor, stood up and opened his arms wide.