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amorwrld · 7 days ago

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Hi! You’re my favorite writer on here :) I love all your works!! I have a request for Javier Peña where he has been trying to get into readers pants for a while now and reader has denied him multiple times because of his reputation until it’s a late night when they are both alone in the office doing a bunch catch up work and she’s stuck with him and he finally makes enough moves on her. Small detail but I was imagining him smoking a cigarette while she sucks him off and lowkey rough desk sex 🌚

Overtime

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Summary: After months of refusing Javier's attempts at asking you out, one evening you finally give in to your desires. Warnings: explicit sexual content (+18), dirty talk, softdom!Javier, oral (m receiving), office sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, creampie

The office remains in that special way only government offices stay after midnight — not quiet, not really still, but subdued as though the walls are bated of breath. Fluorescent lights overhead hum with subdued life, their long shadows stretching in the chill light across desks suffocated in paper and half-full coffee cups. The Bogotá humidity seeps through the windows at any hour, heavy and persistent, and the indoor air is just thick enough to suffocate in if you let it. Stale ink, sweat, and cigarette smoke scent pervades everything — all of it clinging to the fabric of the room like specters too familiar to exorcise.

You've been here for hours, drowned in dusty old case files that no one else was willing to deal with. Bureaucratic bullshit, but it needs doing, and you'd rather do it properly than have Peña scan through them and announce them finished. He's been sitting across the room from you the whole time, but there's no way to ignore him — not really. You've attempted it. God, you've attempted it. But he's made a point of being impossible to ignore.

He's lounging now, slouched low in his chair with his legs spread and a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, looking as if he doesn't have a worry in the world. Shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, chest damp beneath the thin cotton, top buttons undone just enough to show a distracting strip of tan skin. He's barely touched the stack of files on his own desk, only reaches out to pick one up occasionally to flip through it with the disinterested boredom of a man who isn't really invested in the work anymore — or maybe just never was.

You don't have to look up to feel his eyes on you. You can sense it like heat, like a pressure on the side of your neck. His eyes are a weight that you can feel, the kind that settles under your skin and stays there, throbbing slow and low and deep. And this has been happening for months.

"You always work this hard," he says, his voice a rasp, low and amused, "or are you trying to prove something?"

You don't even look at him. Just turn another page. "I'm trying to get this done. You should try it sometime."

"I already did mine."

You don't believe that for a second.

He exhales a slow, lazy tendril of smoke, the scent curling around you before you're even aware of how close it's gotten. It hangs in the air like an accusation. He doesn't move in his seat, but you feel the shift in energy — the way his posture steadies ever so slightly, like a predator preparing itself just before it strikes.

“You sure you don't need a break?" he says, too smooth. "I could brew coffee. Something stronger."

You look up then, just a flicker, and catch his gaze — dark, steady, challenging. His mouth twists at the corner like he knows just how far he's gotten under your skin and he's just waiting for you to own up to it. Bastard.

"I don't do breaks with men who think every conversation's foreplay."

He laughs — low and rough, with that subtle gravel grittiness that only shows up when he's too tired to make things pretty anymore. "That means I'm making progress?"

You shoot him a look, sharp enough to cut glass. "You're making progress in getting on my nerves."

"That's not a no."

And it's not. And you both know it.

Since the story goes, if you wanted him to back off so badly — if you were honestly not interested, had no chink in your armor — you would've put an end to this crap during the first week. Possibly even the first day, when he strode into the office like he owned it, tie already undone like he knew he wouldn't be needing it long. You'd seen the way he moved — wild, restless, too willing to swing fists or fall into someone’s bed. The kind of man who left charm in his wake like smoke, who let it blind people to the mess he inevitably left behind him. And you hadn't wanted to be a name on that list.

But he just kept coming back. Insistent. Intent. Not in a way that made you nervous — he wasn't stupid — but in a way that made you wonder. That parched your mouth when he stood too close. That made your thighs shift under your desk when he leaned against a file cabinet, arms crossed, watching you like you were more interesting than anything else in the room. He never pushed. Never cornered. Just… waited.

And maybe that was the most dangerous thing about him.

Now, he leans forward just enough to ash his cigarette in the tray on your shared desk, his other hand braced against the arm of his chair. His shirt sleeves are rolled high, revealing forearms dusted with hair and slicked lightly with sweat. He smells of cologne and nicotine and something earthy and understated, and it hits you harder than you'd like to admit.

“You ever wonder what it'd be like?" he says quietly, voice pitched lower now, like he's afraid of breaking the moment. "If you stopped trying so hard not to want it?"

Your chest tightens.

It's not like you haven't thought about it. Of course you have. On bad nights, on lonely ones — after missions that had failed, after drinks with the others when you came back to an empty apartment and lay there looking at the ceiling. You would imagine the weight of another person, the rasp of stubble against your neck, the calloused clench of fingers in your hair. And sometimes, more frequently than you'd ever admit, it was his voice that slipped between your thoughts, low and dirty and quiet in ways it never was out loud.

You just didn't want him to know that.

"You think if you say the right thing," you whisper, slowly standing up from your chair, "I'll change my mind?"

"No," he says. No smirk. No swagger now. Just that dark, burning stare. "I think you already have. You're just too stubborn to admit it."

You don't answer. You simply make your way to the file cabinets to drop off the latest report, each step away from him heavier than it should be. You hear the groan of his chair as he rises too, movement slow and deliberate, the way someone prepares themselves for something that hasn't occurred but will. The silence between you is taut and vibrating.

"I ever make you uncomfortable?" he wants to know.

You stop.

It's not what you expected. Not from him. And for a second, the air shifts again — not with tension, but with something different. Something real. There's that line again, the one you've danced around for months. The edge of flirtation, and then… something else.

"No," you say, slowly turning to him. "That's the problem."

You don't mean to say it. But once it's out, hanging there between you like the last gasp of a dying flame, you can't take it back. And you don't want to. Not anymore.

He's looking at you like a man who's waited too long already. Still holding that cigarette, still unmoving — but his whole body is coiled under the surface. Like he's waiting for a signal. For permission. For the moment you drop the act.

"I should go," you whisper, but you're not moving.

"Tell me to back off," he says, his voice low enough it's barely audible, "and I will."

And you don't.

You simply stand there, staring at him like you're already halfway gone. Like it's too late. Like you're not certain if you want him to stop — or if you've been waiting for this so long it's starting to hurt.

He says nothing else. Doesn't need to. He reads your silence as if he's been waiting for it — sensing the fracture yawn right down the center of your guarded resistance, waiting quietly for the moment it faltered. The space between you is charged now, thick with smoke and heat and something too bristly to put into words. His eyes never leave yours, even when he steps forward, slow and measured, as a man walking into a room already in flames.

You can sense it everywhere — the low, heavy pull of something dangerous, something enticing. It spreads on your skin and down the crease between your legs as he approaches, halting just close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body. Not touching. Just there. As if he's attempting to test to determine if you'll take the first move. If you'll admit how much you really need him.

But you can't look away. You can't even breathe without taking a lungful of his smell — that smoky, leathery, male warmth that once had been a warning, but now just sluices your mouth.

He brings the cigarette back to his mouth, takes a slow, deep draw, as if he's savoring it — as if he has forever. The cherry flares bright red, shining for a moment across the harsh cut of his cheekbones and dark sweep of his mouth. And then he lets it out, a wandering ribbon of smoke curling from his lips, drifting across the distance between you before rising, misty and thick and heavy with scent, into the air.

"You're still gawking," he growls, voice low and harsh and dark-edged. "You want me to quit?"

Your response is but a whisper. "No.”

He smiles then, slow and crooked and so goddamn confident it nearly knocks the breath out of you. His free hand lifts — not to touch, not yet, but to hook into the front of his slacks. Just enough to ease the tension there, to shift the clear, heavy line of him pressing hard against the fabric. The implication is obvious. And he knows you’re looking.

"Waiting for this," he growls, cigarette now in the corner of his mouth, jaw set. "Fuckin' so long."

He leans back a bit, takes a step back — and for a tight second, you think he's cooled. But then he slumps again into his chair, legs stretched out apart, one hand grasping the armrest, the other slumped firmly against his thigh. And then he nods, slowly, consciously, eyes still locked on yours like a silent command.

You don't even think. You're already moving, already settling between his knees, that burning tension becoming something desperate, something savage. Your palms land on his thighs, warm through the fabric, muscles tensed beneath your touch. He's still smoking, still looking at you with that unyielding face — half waiting, half holding back — as if he's daring you to get this done. As if he's never needed anything more.

"Fuck," he exhales, barely audible, as you unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper with gentle fingers. His cock springs out, already hard, flush-colored, thick and heavy. He takes another drag, smoke curling from his lips as your hand envelops him, slow and sensual, tracing your thumb over the bead of precum on the head. His hips lurch a fraction, teeth crunching down on the filter.

And then your mouth is on him.

You go slow at the beginning, lips wrapping around the head, tongue teasing just below the ridge. He's salty and sweaty, with a rich flavor so addicting — and he groans low in his body, one hand jerking up to grip the edge of the desk. The cigarette hangs loose from his mouth now, smoke drifting up above his black lashes as he watches you slide further down, take him deeper. Inch by inch.

"Jesus Christ," he hisses, breath cathing as you drain your cheeks and pull back, then slide down once more — a little harder this time, wetter. Messier. His thighs press against your hands, and his other hand comes up of its own will, finding its way into your hair, not pushing but holding. His palm is warm against your scalp, fingers closing as you moan on him sending vibrations all over his body.

"You look so fuckin' good like this," he growls, the cigarette jumping up and down with each sentence. "Pictured it every night. This mouth. Goddamn—"

You hum low in your throat, the throb vibrating through him, and he grunts, strained and deep, hips jerking just a little bit. His control is unraveling. You can feel it in each jump of his fingers, each hiss of breath he sucks between his teeth. He's fighting not to fuck into your mouth, not to come too soon — fighting to make it last. And you don't make it easy.

You drag your tongue along the bottom of him, slow and filthy, eyes flashing up to his. The look on his face — raw hunger, blended with shock — tightens your belly up. He's gazing at you as though he can't believe you're really here, like this moment has haunted his fucking nightmares. The smoke wafts above his head in tendrils of soft, burning spirals, his chest rising and falling too rapidly now, the cherry on his cigarette burning precariously low.

"Shit," he growls, sucking in a last drag before finally reaching up, pulling it out of his lips, and grinding it out in the tray behind him. His hand is back in your hair the next moment — both of them now, gripping tight, pushing you harder, rougher. "Keep going. Fuck. Don't stop."

You don't. You want to wreck him. You want to make up for every night you went home damaged and every morning you spent pretending you didn't give a care. You want to bare him down right here, in this dull office filled with monotonous fluorescent lighting, with the stale taste of cigarette smoke still lingering on his skin.

His breath is ragged. Shorter. His thighs shudder just slightly in your grip, and you feel his cock leap, his whole body tensing.

"Gonna come," he snarls, voice raw, like he's grunting the words through clenched teeth. "You better fucking—"

But you don't pull away. You want it. You want all of it. You want to relish the moment he explodes.

And he does.

He comes with a guttural sound, hips jerking up out of the chair, both hands buried in your hair so deep it makes your scalp tingle. Hot and thick, oozing down your throat in sluggish throbs. You swallow everything, tongue licking over the tip for one final time just to hear him curse under his breath.

He's all over you like a storm finally set free.

The moment your lips part from his cock, engorged and wet with saliva, Javier's already moving—belt undone, shirt open and stuck to his body, pupils black with desire. You barely have time to dab at the corner of your mouth before his own is crashing down on yours, tongue burning and eager as he yanks you upright by the arm. His kiss tastes like smoke and naughtiness, like all the foul things he's imagined doing to you for months, now bursting into the air in teeth and groans and desperate heat. You collide with his chest, shocked at how hungry he is now the dam's broken, how wild he's become. His hands are all over the place—pulling your top from your skirt, shoving it up to grab at your tits through the lace of your bra.

"Take it off," he growls, yanking the straps down your arms himself when you hesitate. "Let me see them."

You tear the bra off and let it drop, your nipples already stiff from the chill of the office air and the filthy tug of his voice. His eyes are on them as he falls to take one in his mouth, biting hard enough you flinch before groaning low, like starving for it. His own hand is already under your skirt, up your leg, fingers shoving your completely ruined panties out of the way and finding you wet and slippery. He groans into your chest.

"Jesus fuck, baby—look at this. You're wet just from sucking my cock?"

You suck in a breath when he plunges two fingers into you with no notice, hooking them deep, thumb rubbing against your clit as he devours your chest. Your knees buckle, hips jerking, your hands grasping at the back of his neck to stay upright.

"Javi—"

"Been thinking about this every damn day. You falling apart on my fingers in this bloody office." He licks a stripe across your nipple. "Desk groaning beneath you, walls trembling with your cries."

And then he pushes you up against the desk with both hands flat on your stomach, and lifts you up like you weigh nothing. Your ass crashes into the wood with a thud, legs parting reflexively, thighs slick with your need and trembling with desire. Your skirt is up around your hips, panties still bunched to the side. You feel him spit in his hand and stroke his already hardened cock again once, twice. The wet sound of it makes your pussy clench.

He doesn't get into position right away—instead, he smacks the head of his cock against your clit. Once. Twice. It makes you spasm.

"You gonna take it?" he growls, eyes burning into yours as he fists himself. "Or you gonna run again?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Peña."

He growls—a harsh, animal sound—then yanks on your thighs, pulls you to the edge, and slams into you with one vicious thrust.

The stretch burns in the best way possible—he's thick, deeper than anyone's ever been, and it steals the breath from your lungs. You bow up off the desk on a torn cry, fingernails digging for support in the slippery wood. His dick opens you up, forces deep until his hips are flush against yours and your walls flutter from the pressure.

"Fuck," he growls, head falling against your shoulder. "Tight little pussy's gonna milk me dry."

He doesn't allow you time to adjust. He just fucks. Hard, fast, merciless.

Every thrust sends you sliding across the desk, the wood groaning beneath your back, your breasts bouncing from the force of his hips pounding into you. You balance one hand on the desk's edge, the other clenched fist tangled in his hair, holding on as he pounds into you like it's everything he's ever wanted.

You can feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside you—your walls slick, stretching around him, shaking as he angles his hips to nudge against that devastating spot inside you again and again.

You shriek—helpless, breathless.

"Yeah," he growls, your face his target with hungry eyes. "Take it. You take my cock so good, baby. Knew you would."

You can barely speak. Your brain is completely fogged, your mouth open and panting. All you can do is sense—sense the wet slap of skin, the tug of his cock, the drop of his sweat from his brow to your chest. One hand stays at your hip to keep you pinned, the other slides between your bodies and circles your clit in firm, fast strokes.

"Come," he commands. "I want you to come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you clamp down on me when I fill you up. You want that, don't you? Want me to come inside you?"

You moan, legs tightening around him as your orgasm bursts.

It's blinding—your pussy clenching tight, wet dripping down his cock as you stretch around him, body trembling, breath lost. You scream his name, your voice shaking, needy and loud in the dark. He growls, hips stuttering.

"Fuck—fuck, baby—I'm gonna—"

He slams in deep and stays there, cock pulsing hard as he pours himself into you. Hot and thick and filthy. His whole body shudders, arms flexing beside your head as he growls through gritted teeth, coming so deep it overflows.

The desk creaks under the weight of both your bodies.

You’re both shaking. Drenched in sweat. Ruined.

He stays in you for a long time, breathing, hands soothing on your thighs, your belly, brushing damp hair from your face as your chest heaves and falls.

By the time he finally pulls out, your pussy is a mess—wet dripping down to your ass, his semen leaking from your swollen hole in slow, sticky strands.

He watches it for a moment, thumb spreading your folds just to see the mess he made.

“Fuck,” he mutters reverently. “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You let out a breathless laugh, too sore to move, too fucked-out to care that your blouse is torn and your panties are ruined and there’s a case file crushed under your ass.

He kneels down, drops a kiss on your thigh, then your stomach, then he stands up and on your mouth finally. This one is slower. Sweeter. Satisfied.

You watch him as he puts himself away, zips up with hands that are still shaking.

He raises an eyebrow.

"You coming home with me, or do I have to fuck you again right here first?"

You smile.

"You got more in you, Peña?"

He smirks. "Baby, I haven't even started yet."

#> pedrooo ❦#this was so fuckin hot #need a late night adventure with him 🙂‍↕️#> fic reblogs

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amorwrld · 8 days ago

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now with me - javier peña.

-> summary: you and javi try to deal with the ups and downs after the market encounter. reconciliation. truths. revelations. how will you two manage after the long kept secret is revealed…

-> word count: 7k, this is part two of trouble after a while!

-> (tags and warnings): spanish translations will be in parentheses at end of paragraph, flashbacks will be in bold and italics, uses of y/n, pregnancy trope, angst, violent themes, some mature language, cigarettes and alcohol, jealous and possessive javier *wink, wink*, pls lmk if i missed any! @negrita2345 @crlsummer @missladym1981 @fedeffy @amoooeba❤️

-> (credits): all pictures are from pinterest!

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“javi-” you said softly, he turns around, a deep scowl on his face, looking at both men up and down. “tenemos algun problema?” javi spoke, crossing both his arms across his chest. he knew they weren’t up to no good. javi didn’t understand why they were there. men like them always brought or meant trouble. was margarita in trouble? were you? “no contigo, estamos aqui por ella,” one of them spoke up, pointing straight at you. (do we have a problem? not with you, we're here for her.)

the one who stayed silent, approached you, but javi quickly pushed him back. he reacted quickly, pushing javi’s hands away, “no se de donde vienen, pero aqui nadie se va a llevar a nadie,” javier declared seriously. you stood behind him, rocking mateo gently to keep him and you calm. margarita approached you, hugging your side as the two of you listened closely. “todo va estar bien, javi está contigo ahora,” she whispered. (i don’t know where you’re coming from, but no one here is taking anyone. everything will be okay, javi is here for you now.)

“ibas quedado advertida y/n, si te acuerdas verdad? de nuestra pequena aventura? espero que no hayas quebrado tu promesa,” he taunted you, javi turned back to you confused, wondering what the hell he was talking about. but you comprehended right away. your heart sank, gripping and protecting mateo harder than before. you hadn’t done anything since javi left. you stayed low after the attack during your early stages of pregnancy to stay safe. you didn’t owe anyone any debts, so why were they here for you? (they warned you, y/n, you remember right? our small adventure? i hope you haven’t broken your promise.)

you hand mateo to margarita, who quickly hid and protected him behind her shop, “no se de que me hablas, yo no he hecho nada, fue tu patron que pensó que lo habia traicionado,” you exclaimed. they both laughed, javi not liking it one bit. “estas metido en esto, por el, recuerdas? tu fuiste su mesajerista, la traidora que puso a nuestro jefe en peligro,” they defended. (i don’t know what you’re talking about, i haven’t done a single thing, it's your boss who thinks i betrayed him. you’re in this mess because of him, remember? you were his little messenger, the traitor who put our boss in danger.)

“tu patroncito es el unico que se puso en esa posicion, yo ya pague lo que tuve que pagar, casi me mata, a mi y a mi bebe,” you explained angrily. “tu patron sabe perfectamente que el no es inocente en su trabajo, que el tambien es un traidor, que trabajo conmigo para mandar a su hija mayor a la usa,” you continued, getting closer to them but javier was quick to hold your waist, keeping you next to him. (your boss is the only one who put himself into that position, i paid what i had to pay; he almost killed me and my baby. your boss isn't innocent in his business, he knows he's a traitor, that he worked with me to send his daughter to the states.)

“javi, please don’t get involved. these guys are completely different people than the ones we’ve encountered, i don’t want you to get hurt-”

javier shook his head, “you’re not alone in this, amor. i’m here now, and i won’t leave until they pay for what they did to you and mateo…”

“javier por favor-” you pleaded.

“dile a tu patronicto que tenga mucho cuidado con quien amenaza y lastima, que no se le olvide de lo que paso hace tres semanas en rio de janiero,” javier spoke, both men looking at him almost surprised. javier knew this wasn’t your fight, you were in this mess because of him, and now he felt the need to bring you some sort of peace for you and mateo. you didn’t deserve this one bit. (tell your boss to be careful with who he threatens and hurts. remind him about what happened three weeks ago in rio de janiero.)

“quedan advertidos. tengan mucho cuidado con lo que hacen en la proxima semana javier pena,” they both laughed and walked off, you made eye contact with one, now remembering why he looked so familiar to you. he was the one who stood behind his boss, ensuring no one would witness the attack on you, the one who left you breathless and curled on the ground till someone found you. (you’ve been warned. be careful with what you do in the next week here, javier pena.)

“where is mateo?” you hyperventilated, scared, looking around to see where margarita had gone, “he’s safe, look, he's safe and sound,” javier replied. you turned to see him eating some mango slices, in his world laughing at the silly faces margarita made. “are you okay?” javi asked, his brown eyes softening when he saw your distressed look, your hands shakily running against your temple. “no javi, i’m not, the sooner you leave, the sooner this nightmare ends,” you spit out harshly.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“every time you're here, you bring trouble. no matter where i go, i can’t escape you and what we did. i hadn't seen or heard from them for almost three years, and now that you’re back, they appear? you need to stay away from me,” you say, not caring if you hurt his feelings. you had been in pain for so long, he deserved a taste of his own medicine. you wanted to be free from this mess.

he got to move back home and live his life freely, maybe happily even, but you? you were still stuck and living in the past. no matter how much you tried to move on, living in colombia, in the same state of fear, since you were a teenager. you picked up the bits of pieces of your life little by little, worked your ass off to have what you had, and you did it alone.

“you know i can’t do that. especially now that i’m back, you’re in danger-”

“no, you don’t get to do that! you can’t come back into my life and pretend you care, act the hero when i’m in this mess because of you. you don’t know what it has been like in the past years, and i won't risk myself or my son any longer,” javier tried to get near you, but you shook your head and walked off, kneeling to pick up your groceries and your bag. “mateo, ya nos vamos mi amor, para la casita,” you beamed, seeing your happy baby get up and say bye to margarita. (mateo, let’s go home, my love.)

the sooner you were away from javier, the sooner you could breathe normally. you wanted to pretend today never happened and move on. though deep down, you needed that closure you desperately desired. the closure that puts an end to your daily agony and torment.

“you can’t just blame me for this, you wanted this too. you were willingly putting yourself into this mess,” javier fired back. a lot had changed in the past three years, you were different and colder, but still the same y/n that javi knew. he knew you, better than anyone. he would listen and take the blame, because yes he did fuck up, but right now he wanted you to let it all out.

you turned to look at him, your face in disbelief, “how dare you! i was desperate javi, this country was a fucking warzone and i was willing to do anything to leave it. you promised me security and far, far, far away from here. yet look where i am, the mess i’m in, all because i trusted you. i trusted you, and look where that has gotten me. you might’ve moved on, but i’m still living in the same world that hasn't changed since you left. since you left me…” your voice cracks in the end, and for the second time that day, javier had nothing more to say.

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javier was a wreck. the uneasiness in his chest never left, and any moment he was alone to himself, consistently traced back to you. how you were. what you were doing. how you felt after the market incident? if you and mateo were safe. he still couldn’t wrap his head around that you were a mom. a mom to a beautiful baby boy. a baby that he doesn’t know, but feels such a strong bond and connection.

it's been a painful three long years without you. he wasn't able to heal properly after he left colombia. a missing puzzle piece of him, of his already broken heart, still here. javi was back here for work, and he would ensure that once he left, you would no longer have any problems. javier could play by the good cards, but he was used to also playing for the bad cards as well. he would go a long way to ensure your safety.

even if it pained him to hear you say you didn’t want to be near next to him…

he was drawn. completely enamoured by you. your long silky hair, your tanned sunkiss skin, your lips, your dress, that fucking dress that made him picture images he shouldn’t be. he glanced now and then, you had yet looked at him. he knew he shouldn’t be thinking of you in such ways. that you were forbidden, just an informant.

“don’t even think of it, pena,” steve warned him, “you learned from women in the past, you shouldn't tangle in the sheets with them.” javier only smirked, taking a long drag from his whiskey, then a puff of smoke. both of them were tired. tired of useless evidence and sightings leading them to the same spots, nothing. no where near escobar.

“i'm gonna go introduce myself,” javi drank his whiskey in one go, putting out the cigar, he cleared his throat, walking with confidence towards you, where you sat at the bar. “buenas noches, como estas?” he spoke, smiling when you looked up at him, your brow raised with curiosity. “infamous javier pena, right? what are you doing here?” you said, javi quickly noticing your accent. you played with a gold bracelet you had on.

he leaned against the counter, his eyes roaming your figure, taking you all in up close. you were so much realer, so stunning like this. “you know me? how do you know me?” javi spoke with amazement. “i'm pretty sure half of the women here in medellín know you,” you scoff, looking around and noticing his partner staring at you.

“you sweet-talk them, invite them for a drink, maybe a small dance? then you play by the book and go home with them, promise a optimistic future in exchange for information. a mutual benefits relationship, if that's why you’re here, i am not interested,” you spoke with pure confidence.

“that’s not why i’m here.”

“bullshit. a mi no me puedes enganar, yo te conozco javi. mas de lo que tu crees,” that made him sit down, not before ordering a cup of whiskey. “what if i said i know stuff about you?” javier said, you give him a look, your eyes rolling back playfully. “you think i don’t know that? why else would you be here?” (you can’t fool me, i know you javi, more than you think.)

javier chuckled, his head glancing down to his watch, he knew you weren’t easy and that it would take some time to get to know you. to get you out of this shell you built. “men like you don’t belong here in medellín javi,” something about how you said his name intrigued him more and more, his insides felt bubbly and practically jittery. javier for once in his life, was enchanted, captivated by you.

“why’s that?” the two of you leaned in, a magnetic force attracting by the second.

“because you’re trouble.”

it didn’t take long for javier to find you, where you worked and lived. he was proud and so incredibly happy that you were able to buy your spot, the one you always spoke so cheerfully and dreamily about. your own place, just like you imagined and pictured. which is why he didn’t hesitate to do what he did next.

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magazines had been your favorite thing at the moment, looking at the different catalouges and fashion trends, as well as the latest gossip with celebrities. it was a part of your daily routine, while drinking coffee or tea. Yet today that was disturbed by no other than javier.

he put out this cigarette, sitting in front of you, pulling the magazine down so you could face him. “ten tips and trick to getting the perfect perm, huh, didn’t know they wrote this on magazines now,” he pretended to sound intrigued. you shut the book, “you following me around now?” you cut straight to the point.

“mmm, i could be, but maybe we perhaps always end up in the same place,” he leaned back, playing with his mustache, as his forearm rested on top of the chair. “why are you here now javi?” you leaned back to, crossing your arms.

“you promised to call,” he spoke quietly, almost ashamed, making you let out a tiny chuckle. “that’s what this is about. you’re butt hurt because i didn’t call you after we had sex, doesn’t feel so great does it,” you teased him. as much as you wanted to avoid javi and his line of work, you fell ontop his bed after a terrible night out with your ex. it was nothing lovey or passionate, something casual to feed your needs, and as he kept insisting, you gave in.

“you told me things about yourself-”

“which doesn’t mean shit javi. i might’ve told you a few things, but it didn’t change me or us overnight,” you said, furrowing your brows together. “so it’s gonna be like that,” javi leaned forward.

“be like what? you can’t act hurt when nothing serious happened between us. it was just sex, i already told you how i feel about you javi, if i’m seen with you i will be killed. i can’t offer you information because i don’t know anything,” lies, you did know everything, but at what cost was your life worth over a piece of info?

“i think you’re lying to me…”

“i don’t care what you think, you need to stop following me around javi.”

“and if i don’t?” he didn’t know why he was so attracted to you. yes, you were drop dead stunning, one of the purest and most beautiful women javi had met. he liked your honesty, your kindness, your compassion, your ambition, and open mindset. why was he so eager to learn and learn and learn more about you?

you scoffed, “en tus sueños.” (in your dreams.)

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“i told you to leave me alone,” javier was cut off, glancing as you walked in, the anger in you radiating. “i will meet you later,” he dismissed the agent, grabbing your arm and dragging you, he felt you resist, trying to pull back, but you had no other choice but to follow him. you huffed, fixing your dress and white coverup you had on. “you need to stop javi. there’s no reason to be doing all this when you leave soon.”

“doing what?” javier said cockily, your nose flared, the annoyed look never leaving. “seriously? you’re not going to admit it was you who placed all those bodyguards? there’s two at the entrance of my apartments, one by mateo’s daycare, and three at my cafe. one followed me here! whatever it is you're planning, it has to stop. you don’t know these people, javier, the extremes they go to get what they want,” you said, your face softening as you thought back to everything that happened.

“i won’t let them hurt you anymore, y/n, you and mateo. i know i haven’t been here, that i left without saying anything, but all that matters now is that i’m trying to fix this. fix the mess i got you meddled into. fix us,” javier spoke with softness, his hand reaching out to your face, his thumb running against your cheek. “you said you wanted to talk things out right, that you had something to tell me? i don’t want to leave without us clearing the air, i can’t do that to you or myself anymore. i’m done hurting because of my selfish mistakes,” he continued.

“javi-”

“please y/n, please, we need to do this,” your eyes bore into his brown ones, the same ones you see every day, now just filled with threatening tears. how could you resist saying no? you both needed closure, and you knew javi meant he would fix it, no matter how dangerous it was. you also needed to tell him the truth, though now you were more scared than ever. scared how he would react and feel. scared he would take mateo away from you.

“where is mateo?” javi asked, you smiled immediately. “he’s with margarita, and one of your bodyguards. i figured you had sent them so i gave them that order, they’re at my apartment.”

javi looked around, noticing how the office was quiet yet every one was doing their work. “i get out soon, why don’t you wait for me at your place and i’ll pop in soon?” he suggested and you agreed instantly.

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javi hadn’t been this nervous since his interview for the dea. he hadn't the spine-chilling sensation, the tremor in his hands, the constant sweat dripping from his forehead, and the racing of his pulse. he hated feeling so vulnerable and weak. he couldn’t think right.

but today he would be able to tolerate it. you. every thought was you. how tonight would go, what you would wear, what would you talk about, if you would enjoy his presence and not feel bored, if you would love the place he was taking you to to. he wanted tonight to be perfect. He didn’t want to mess it up for you and himself.

for the first time in javiers life, he was love bombed. head over heels for a woman.

he kept fidgeting with his suit, a new one he had bought earlier that day at the mall. he combed his hair from one side to another constantly, unsure how it looked on either side. he fixed the cuffs on his shirt around five times by the time he got to your apartment.

he waited outside anxiously, resting on the car door, looking around to ensure no suspicious activity was happening. javi got up when he noticed your footsteps approaching, he gulped nervously, his eyes going down up to see your outfit. you were coincidentally matching. your hair was parted to the right, a simple makeup look that looked effortless, a yellow flower resting by your ear, a dress snug to perfection on you, a set of heels adorning your legs, and a tiny shoulder bag.

“too much?” you spoke nervously. javi walked to you, his hands finding their way around your hips, smoothly going up to grip your waist, “you look like a dream, so incredibly gorgeous y/n…” with the heels you had on you almost reached his height, so you didn’t stop him when he leaned down and captured your lips together.

you spent a whole hour finding the perfect outfit. you wanted to go for a look similar to a model on magazine, and closely enough you nailed it. a small smile crept up to your lips during the kiss. “starting to think you are stalking me…” javi didn’t let go he just watched your amused face as you booped his nose. he twirled you around, the bottom of your dress rippling and flaring out, you giggled.

“no mi amor, it's just fate with us.” (my love.)

around two hours later, you and margarita had made some dinner, estofado de res. you helped her prep the stew and rice, and made some guava agua fresca. “i got it,” margarita yelled out as she heard someone knocking, you thanked her. you finished brushing mateo’s hair and changing him into his pj’s, grabbed his bottle, and headed to the living room.

mateo squealed excitedly, running to javier, who had knelt down with open arms to catch him. you watched with a sad smile, the guilt eating you alive little by little. you knew it was wrong to have kept him a secret this whole time, keep him away from javi, but you didn't know if you would ever see him again.

javier was drawn into this little human, a little human that had captivated his soul so rapidly. he kissed his forehead, mateo giggled kicking his small feet as he hugged javi tighter. he barely knew javi, was it possible to have this strong of a bond already? javi melted, moving him to his side where mateo just held onto him.

javi quietly played with mateo with some of the cars he had, making small noises to imitate the car, he listened to you and margarita wish each other a goodnight. “gracias por la cena y/n todo quedó riquisimo, yo sé que a mi esposo le va encantar,” she spoke softly to you, watching javier and mateo together. “le vas a decir hoy?” she asked, seeing how you hesitated and tensed up, “tengo mucho miedo, no se como lo vaya a tomar,” you blubbered. (thank you for the dinner y/n, everything turned out delicious, i know my husband will love it. are you going to tell him today? i’m really scared, i don't know how he will take it.)

“dios lo trajo de regreso aqui por alguna razon, no dejes que se vaya sin saber la verdad. el es su padre y talvez por fe, esta aqui para mejorar las cosas. ten paciencia, tu lo amas y el a ti…” margarita hugged you, whipping a tear that escaped from your eye. she walked out, one of the bodyguards offering to take her home safely because things were still tense. (god brought him here for a reason, don’t let him leave without him knowing the truth. he is his father, and for some faith, he’s here to better things. be patient, you love him and he does to.)

you sighed deeply, rubbing your sweaty palms against the fabric of your dress. you turned around back to javi was, still playing with mateo, but this time with dinosaurs. was this really real, or was it your head playing mind games? was javi really back in colombia, in your apartment, with his baby? you cleared your throat, his gaze immediately drawn to you, no words had to be said, you both felt the tension.

“i haven’t ate dinner yet, and i know you haven’t ate well these past few days with everything that has been going on. let me put mateo to bed, and we can then talk while eating?” you suggest, javi stood up from where he was sitting on the ground. “i can put him to bed? if you’re okay with that, you can set the table,” you smiled and nodded.

“my room is down the hall, he’s still scared to sleep alone. just cradle him against your chest and rock him slowly,” you hand javier the bottle of milk, “he won’t finish it all, once he’s asleep just lay him down in the middle and cover him with the thin sheet.” mateo yawned in javi’s hold, you rubbed his head and placed a kiss, javi watching the sweet and intimate moment.

this is the life you wanted and wished for. the life three years ago you always thought of. the domestic love, cooking dinner, having kids with javi, maybe married, owning your home, being able to finally sleep the whole night knowing javi was there. yet this was your reality, you wanted to know what you were paying for from your other life. you so desperately wished things were different.

you set the table with two bowls of food, the extra sides that went with the meal, and empty cup glasses. you noticed javi wasn’t there yet so you went to check in to see if everything was alright. your steps grew quietly, you froze at the sight, hearing javi hum a quiet lullaby to mateo. he was already asleep, the bottle he was drinking placed on your night table. he quietly shushed him, before kissing his head and placing him in the middle, covering him.

javi looked at you, a happy smile playing across his lips. “everything good? i noticed you weren’t in the table so i came to see if he was asleep,” you whispered, pretending like you hadn’t heard or seen. “he fought his sleep but he was out quick,” javi whispered back, following you back into the kitchen and taking a seat at your table.

it felt so strange, yet at the same time so right.

you took a good look at javier. he looked almost the same, yet you noticed the fatigue and stress. still the same brown eyes, his iconic mustache, his soft locks of hair, and pink lips. your javi. he had taken off his ble blazer, now just dressed with his light blue suit shirt and slacks. he looked so handsome, your heart beating faster when you locked eyes.

“what? do i have something on my face?” javi teased making you let out a small laugh. “no, it just doesn’t seem real that you’re here,” you spoke with honesty. “i never thought i would see you again… the last time we saw each other, we didn’t end on good terms.” you added some of the pickled onion onto his plate, as well of some of the rice.

javi stopped you, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. “don’t do that to yourself anymore. we both said things we didn’t mean, we both made mistakes, we both messed up,” he spoke with a frown on his face. you offered a small smile, the pang of guilt bursting in your chest. you needed to tell javi, the longer you waited, the more scared you were, you’d forever lose him and mateo.

“let’s enjoy this delicious meal and the we can talk hmm?” you nodded, javi kissing your hand. the silence didn’t last long, he told you a bit from being back in texas, the long hot days on the ranch, a investigation that gave him close to cheif status, his reencounter with lorrain, and his displeasement without you.

you spoke very briefly about yourself, you avoided the pregnancy talk and bits of mateo’s life, you didn’t want to reveal anything just yet. you told him about your cafe, the makeover process, how two weeks before the grand opening a strong storm struck the roof down, and how you and margarita volunteered in the weekends to help the ones in need.

you both reminisced, laughed, joked, and remembered. remembered how your lives were before that night.

javier had been busy the entire afternoon, answering calls from dc, filling paperwork, working with murphy to find potential leads from ‘la quica’. so when he saw your file land on his desk, looking up at murphy who crossed his arms, all he felt was relief. “your girlfriend is in the cells, javi you need to get her onto our radar before it’s too late…”

“you also need to tell her the truth, or i will. i’m sick of being left under the radar while you do shady shit.”

“you accusing me of being a rat? fuck you murphy!”

“i didn’t say shit, but if the shoe fits then by all means proudly wear it,” javi scoffed. murphy looked him up and down before walking away, javi knew he wasn’t innocent, but it didnt hurt any less for someone else to throw it at his face. when he said he would do anything to put pablo escobar behind bars, he meant it. But he wasn’t here to fight, he needed to see you before it was too late.

javi watched from afar as you bit your nails nervously, your foot tapping against the cement floors. he saw the relief on your face when he approached you, getting up and walking to the doors, “i told you to stay away from them… now look at where you are y/n… this is what you want? you want to live behind here forever? you can’t trust them, they put you in here!” javi yelled quietly.

“i’m here because i left them, i can’t live or deal with them any longer. i never worked with them either! i’m not a criminal, i’m not them, i haven’t done shit besides sit quiet and be threatened! i just want to be safe, i can’t live the rest of my life like this…” you cried, javi’s chest hurting just at the state you were in.

“i’m going to help you,” he meant it, but never mentioned how he would use you for only that at the time… making you believe that every interaction, every kiss, every word, every thought and emotion was real.

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“i can’t believe you still have this!” javi stared at the wooden guitar and a willie colon vinyl record, hearing your small footsteps get near. “i use it sometimes to sing to mateo, just the basics you taught me a while back,” he stared at you, still noticing your nervous states. he knew you were hiding something from him, you couldn’t look him in the eyes for more than five seconds.

“javi… i want you to sit so i can explain something i haven’t told you,” javi’s eyes closed a but, in a way trying to figure out what it was. “please understand that i was left with no other choice to keep what i kept. estaba entre la vida y la muerte… y me duele muchisimo habértelo no dicho,” your eyes glistened immediately, with sadness but with mostly fear. (i was between life or death, and it pains me for not being able to tell you.)

“what happened?” he said shakily, seeing how you sobbed and crouched to your knees on the floor.

you grabbed his hands, rubbing your thumbs against his harsh knuckles, “when you left colombia, i didn’t know until almost two weeks later. and i know that was my fault because i asked you to leave me alone, to respect my decision to never see you again. and i will pay for that as long i live,” javi stood mute letting you speak.

“when you left i had the weird feeling in my belly, i knew that you were gone. that same day i went around the whole city of medellín. to our spots, our memories, to convince me you hadn’t left but i knew! so i went to the embassy and looked for you there… i was carrying two pregnancy tests to tell you i was pregnant…” all the air in his lungs was sucked out of him, seeing your wrecked and guilt condition.

“i had arrived too late! too late to tell you i was pregnant with our baby…”

“please believe me javi, i tried to look for you! i tried to call you back in texas, i tried telling the embassy to contact you so i could tell you! i wanted you to know but everything and everyone prohibited me from that, please forgive me javi, i tried, i tried so hard that it led me trouble with andres!” tears dripped down javi’s face onto his shirt, removing his hands from your hold.

he heard the sob rip through you, “did you know that night? that night you told me to leave you?” you stood up shaking your head rapidly. “no i didn’t, i wasn’t aware i was pregnant until i came looking for you…”

javier chuckled, “no te creo y/n.” (i don’t believe you)

“you have to javi, i swear on mateo’s life i didn’t know i was pregnant until that day! i never wanted it to be like this! i wanted you to know so you could’ve been apart of his life! your son’s life! it’s been almost three years, and if i could go back and change it i would…”

“y/n i missed everything! i missed you finding out, i missed your entire pregnancy, the birth, the late nights, his first words, his first steps, i missed two years of his life!” javier yelled making your eyes close as more tears ran down your face, the knot in your throat hurting more and more. “i’m sorry javi, please i’m so sorry! i know it’s my fault, i know i messed up,” you walked to him but he just kept shaking his head in denial, not being able to comprehend that this was true.

“i need to go.”

your heart stopped, unable to move, just watching as javi wiped his tears away furiously and walked out your apartment. a loud sob escaped your lips, a hand clutching onto your tummy as you thought about how your life was. just earlier today you were happy, excited to see him, overjoyed when you saw both of your boys finally together.

but you also hated the world, and its ability to ruin everything in a span of a few seconds. you hated yourself for being the one to end things, for pushing him away, fo being a coward and unable to own up to your own problems. you hated yourself for ruining things, for you, for javi, but mostly mateo. he was innocent in all of this, and you hated thinking what his future would look like just because of what you kept.

“mami?” your son’s small voice called out, turning around to see him, clutching onto a stuffed animal and his sheets. you swallowed painfully, leaning down to pick him up and cradle him onto your chest. he relaxed instantly, his eyes opening and closing, you rocked him, and sung a lullaby until he was finally asleep. (mommy?)

“mama, esta aqui, y no va a dejar que nada malo te pase… nunca.” (mommy is here, and she won't let anything happen to you… ever)

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javier couldn’t control his emotions. he hadn’t felt this sad and guilty since his mother died. when he closed his eyes he saw you, and when he opened them he saw mateo. his son, his baby. the baby he never knew he had until tonight. the baby just one week ago, javi wished he was his.

he finally understood why he felt the soul tie connection. the immediate bond. the familiarity looking into his eyes and seeing himself, the way he also had a habit of sticking out his leg when he stood, the tousled hair, but most of a piece of you and him.

he felt angry, angry for being unaware for so long, angry for using you for his job, angry for leaving before he knew, furious at himself because he was also to blame for all this, angry because you both didn’t have enough time. enough time to apologize, enough time to reconcile, enough time to talk, enough time to finally make you his.

javier knew he shouldn’t have left you in that state. he just needed to figure himself out first before saying anything. he needed to find his head in the correct clouds, so he could devote his forever to you and him. he wasn’t going to leave now, and he wanted you to know that. that you and mateo were his only future.

monday morning he called out from work, he was dedicated to finally confront you after a few nights ago. he knew you were working, that you needed to do something, so your mind wasn’t thinking. he quickly changed into his ‘normal’ clothes. a pair of blue loose and baggy jeans, a white tee, and a black leather jacket.

javi wasn't ever the jealous or possessive type until you came along. and right now he wanted to beat the living shit out the bodyguard he hired to keep you safe. he wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, and tell him that if he ever spoke to you again, he was a deadman.

he watched as you offered him a sandwich and a juice, making a small conversation, and of course he fell for it. he was probably complimenting how beautiful you looked, how your hair looked voluminous and soft, repeatedly thanking you for your nice services. he clenched his fists together, his jaw clenching and blood running hot as he walked over to you. he felt envious, that he made you smile, laugh, he envied that he could probably treat you better than himself.

he had to calm down before speaking or else he would do something he would regret. “when i asked you to keep an eye out, i didn’t mean for you to get close and personal with her,” you felt javi press himself behind you, his hand wrapping around your and pulling you close, almost stumbling from the rapidness. “sir, it’s not what it looks like-” he tried to explain.

“we were just talking javi. i offered him some food because he’s been doing his job since last night. stop being mean,” you pushed him off from you, glaring at him before offering a smile to the bodyguard, he mouthed a thank you. javier gave the agent one more glance before pushing away his jealousy, his only sole focus was you, to explain, “y/n can we talk?”

“lucia, nos puedes traer dos cafes porfavor?” javi followed as you led him to a table in the back, taking a seat after he pushed out a chair for you. “you can’t take him to the usa, i know he’s your kid, but he will stay in colombia with me. we can talk about how you and him can spend holidays and time together. i’m sure you want some custody-” (lucia can you bring us two coffees, please.)

“what? no, that’s not-”

“we can go now to the courts and settle this, i’ve seen it before, it's not that hard, but-”

“y/n i’m not taking away mateo from you, i want us to talk…” you paused your eyes already glossy just thinking about it, “i want to apologize for leaving the way i did, i shouldn't have done that. all i’ve thought about was how i left, both times, but i’ve also thought about you. not just now but for almost three years…”

“you have nothing to apologize for us, nor blame yourself. you did what you had to do, and you did it alone without anyone's help… i know you tried, i saw the sincerity and honesty, and i know you never for meant for things to turn out the way they did. i never meant for things to turn out the way they did either. we had no control over it…”

you took a breath, calming the nerves that spread like wildfire, finally having the courage to look at javi in the eyes. he listened to you, and now you were listening to him. “when i came to colombia, i came with the sole purpose to put him behind bars. you’re right, it was an obsession, it became personal to me, and i didn’t realize that in the long run i would lose everything. that i had to lose you…” javier voice broke.

“when i met you, everything changed for me. i wanted to change. become a better man. though instead i became a selfish pendejo, who used you, to get what i wanted. i know i fucked up, but you have to believe me it was only that one time! i knew i couldnt do that to you, you had no fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, so i kept lying to everyone, to you, to murphy, the dea…”

“i know i paid for my mistakes, i paid and got my karma served on a platter. i knew i came back to colombia for a reason, something told me to accept the work trip because i had something, someone, waiting for me. i just knew, i had a feeling right here,” he paused and pointed to his chest. “and that’s when i saw you, in margarita’s market, holding our baby boy.”

“when i saw you y/n, it clicked in my head. this wasn’t a fairytale, it wasn’t a dream, this was meant to happen for an exact reason. i know we both missed the most important events from his life, but i want you to know i’m here to stay, i want to be apart of his life, for him to have his papá with him… i want to make him and you happy. protect you both. i loved you then and i love you even more now…”

“javi-” your bottom lip trembled, standing from your seat, not resisting or hesitating to crash your lips against his. you felt his and your tremor, the sensation of being and holding each other in your arms. “yo te amo a ti. te amo, te amo, te amo javi,” you played with the long hairs behind his neck, seeing the way javi collapsed, your javi. (and i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you javi.)

“we both still have so much to say. so much to grow, to makeup, and show each other, but you’re made for me, and i know i’m yours. i’m not a perfect man, but just know, i’m promising you my all, i promise to devote and complete your whole world… amarte incondicionalmente…” javi sniffled, rubbing his palm against your cheek. (love you unconditionally.)

“when did you turn so soft,” you teased, kissing the bridge of his nose. you were glad lucia and other people couldn't see this intimate moment. this moment that would engrave your mind forever because you finally found your way back to each other. soul tied. “a part of me healed and changed when i met you…” he kissed the inner corner of your mouth, his soft lips kissing you with a burden passion that made your knees weak.

“eres el amor de mi vida, para siempre mi reina…” (you’re the love of my life, forever my queen…)

you knew you had the rest of your lives to make up and talk for hours. you were both given an opportunity to change, a reason to be back together, a beautiful baby boy to cherish and love. to create and assemble the life you spoke about in your early days, to finally have that dream come true.

mateo ran wobbly to javier’s arms, squealing like crazy when he saw him. he giggled as javi blew raspberries in the crook of his neck, carrying him in one arm as he listen to you and the daycare provider talk about how he did and behaved. It still seemed crazy to javier that this was his life. the life he was meant to have. and he wouldn't have it any other way. “mira mateo, el es tu papá…” you hugged javier’s torso, kissing his lips, not having enough of your man. (look mateo, this is your dad.)

“papá?” mateo said slowly, looking into his dad’s eyes before a full grin spread on his face. you tear up, ruffling his hair back and tiptoeing to press a kiss onto his temple. “yo soy tu papá! aqui estoy mi amor, y no me ire nunca. siempre te cuidare y te dare todo lo que quieras y deseas. a ti y tu hermosa madre,” javi comprehended that mateo couldn’t understand, but he would show it to him as he would grow up. (dada? i am your dad, i’m here my love, and i won’t leave ever. i will protect and give you everything you want and wish. to you and your momma.)

“thank you for giving me this beautiful life and family y/n…”

“you deserve it javi, we both do… i love you, handsome.”

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