Uppercut {a pedro pascal au}

eleven

second half is smutty hehe

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Maisy

I wake to the shape of him dressing in the grey of the room. I didn't hear his alarm. I'm about to greet him but I stop myself. I want to see how he wakes me, because I'm irrational and self-absorbed like that. I'm curious about whether he kisses me, says my name, or shakes my arm.

"Maisy," he coos softly.

I lamely feign waking up, and open my eyes to see him perched on the edge of the bed, gazing down at me.

"Hey," his voice is all morning rasp, deep and scratchy. I rub my feet together under the sheets.

He flashes a brilliant smile and I know today's going to be a great day. "I gotta head out soon. I'm gonna wake Malakai. Can you be downstairs in like tenish?"

I tug the duvet under my chin, "Mhm."

He nods and his eyes take me in languidly. "Are you...feeling okay?"

My cheeks flush at his solicitous inquiry. "Yes, a little sore... but yes."

"Good."

He opens his mouth to say something else but never does.

He stands and jabs a thumb in the general direction of his son's nursery. "I'll wake him now."

The day ensues casually. I spend the forenoon tidying. There are so many things Pedro needs help with around the house and I know he didn't hire me as a cleaning lady, but I don't want to ignore them. Even though he's for sure going to be annoyed I pick up the slack. I vacuum the entire house, mop the kitchen and do a load of laundry during which process I may or may not give one of his used T-shirts a deep inhale.

Following lunch, I decide to take Malakai out for a stimulating walk and get ourselves ice cream. Post-walk, he's too cute and clingy and I'm too overcome with parental greediness so we crash on the couch.

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Pedro

I get home loaded down with bags of groceries for our Mexican-themed dinner.

When I enter my house, it's perfectly soundless. I kick off my shoes and delve deeper, scooping out the rooms in hopes of finding my son or his unfairly beautiful nanny with a voice I can't get out of my head as it mewls my name.

I drop off the groceries in the kitchen and turn into the living room. At first, it appears empty but as I look over the backboard of the couch, and Masiy cuddling my boy comes into view.

My heart thuds out of sync for many beats. I knead at the spot.

Rick made me do accessory work on my pectorals, that must be the reason for the soreness, I reason.

Roused by my ogling, Maisy stirs then blinks a few times as her vision clears and she reaclimates. When she sees me, a slow smile spreads across her plush, naturally cherry lips.

They are kissable lips, a voice says in my head.

I shoo it away. Inappropriate.

Instead, I focus on my boy. "Did you have a great nap, Buddy?" I ask, leaning over the couch and tickling Malakai's belly.

Maisy sits up, propping my son on his knees.

My boy is all bed-head and dried drool from his nap. "Daddy," he mumbles, reaching for me.