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voguestrip · 8 months ago

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Can you write a Carlos or Daniel x reader story where the reader goes through a miscarriage and is affected by it; they can either be in a relationship or just friends?

mi vida mi amor (cs55)

✦ pairing - carlos sainz x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, miscarriage, tears, comfort

hey guys, due to the severity of this topic, please proceed with caution. incase you relate with this story, firstly my heartfelt condolences and love, secondly know you are loved and worthy of everything under the sun.

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The warm, golden glow of the afternoon sun bathed the cozy living room in a serene light. Y/N sat on the couch, her hand resting gently on her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she gazed at Carlos, who was crouched down in front of her, his hand pressed against her stomach with reverence.

"I can’t wait to meet them," he whispered, his voice full of awe, eyes sparkling with excitement. “You think they’ll be a little racer like their dad or maybe an artist like their mom?”

Y/N chuckled, her fingers running through Carlos’s hair as she looked down at him, love swelling in her chest. “I think they’ll be a little bit of both. Fast and creative, maybe even stubborn like you.”

Carlos grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss against her belly. “Stubborn’s a good thing. Means they’ll never give up. Just like their mamá.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through her as Carlos sat beside her, gently pulling her into his arms. They had been waiting for this moment for what felt like a lifetime—a future full of laughter, love, and their baby. The pregnancy had been smooth so far, and every appointment brought new joys. They had even picked out names.

As she nestled into his embrace, Y/N sighed contentedly. “Can you believe it? In just a few months, everything’s going to change. We’ll be parents, Carlos.”

Carlos tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m ready for it. I’m ready for all of it, as long as I have you by my side.”

She turned to look at him, eyes sparkling with joy. “I love you, you know that?”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I love you more. Always.”

The moment felt perfect, like everything had fallen into place, like the universe was aligning just for them. Y/N felt safe in Carlos’s arms, and for the first time in a long time, her worries felt small, far away.

Until they weren’t.

Later that evening, Y/N suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, enough to make her pause mid-laugh as they sat down for dinner. Carlos, who had just set a plate of her favorite food in front of her, immediately noticed the change in her expression.

"Y/N? What’s wrong?" he asked, concern flashing in his eyes as he rushed to her side.

She winced, gripping the edge of the table as another wave of pain hit her, harder this time. “I… I don’t know. It’s probably just nothing—maybe the baby’s moving.”

Carlos knelt down beside her, his hand on her knee, trying to hide the panic rising in his chest. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Before she could answer, another sharp pain tore through her, this one stronger than the last. She gasped, her hand instinctively going to her stomach, fear creeping into her eyes. "Carlos, something’s wrong. I don’t—"

His heart dropped. “Okay, okay. We’re going to the hospital. Right now.” His voice was steady, but inside, dread was building with each passing second. He grabbed the car keys and helped her to her feet, his mind racing as he tried to stay calm for her sake.

As they drove, Y/N held onto her belly, her breathing shallow, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "Carlos, what if—"

"Don’t. Don’t say it," Carlos interrupted, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N. It has to be."

But deep down, a part of him was terrified. Terrified of what they might lose. Of what they couldn’t control.

The ride to the hospital felt like a blur. Once they arrived, the doctors moved quickly, whisking Y/N away while Carlos was left pacing the sterile waiting room, the smell of disinfectant and the cold, harsh lights making the entire situation feel surreal.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, until finally, a doctor came out, his expression grim. Carlos’s heart stopped as he looked up, dreading the words that were about to come.

“I’m so sorry,” the doctor said, his voice gentle but devastating. “There was nothing we could do. You’ve lost the baby.”

Carlos’s world crumbled in that moment, the breath stolen from his lungs. His legs felt weak, his mind unable to fully comprehend the words. Lost? How could that be? Just hours ago, everything had been perfect. They had been planning their future, dreaming of the family they were going to have.

Now, it was all gone.

And Y/N—his heart broke for her as much as it broke for the child they had lost. He could barely process his own grief, but Y/N’s—how would she survive this? How could he help her through something so devastating when he barely knew how to breathe himself?

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stumbled into the hospital room, where Y/N lay, her face pale and streaked with tears. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, the pain they both felt was indescribable. He rushed to her side, taking her trembling hand in his, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to make any of this better.

“Carlos,” she sobbed, her voice raw and broken, “our baby…”

Carlos pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he could, tears streaming down his own face. "I know, mi amor. I know. I’m so sorry."

They clung to each other, their grief unbearable, as the world outside moved on without them. But in that hospital room, time stood still, and all that remained was the weight of their loss, heavy and heart-shattering.

time skip

The days after the hospital were a blur of empty silences and broken hearts. Carlos tried, God, he tried, but it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers. He cooked Y/N's favorite meals, hoping the familiar taste might bring her back, even just a little. But each time, she would sit at the table, staring blankly at the food, barely touching a bite.

He watched her now, sitting across from him, the plate of pasta growing cold in front of her. She held the fork but didn’t lift it. Her eyes were distant, lost in a fog of grief and guilt. She hadn’t spoken much in days, only brief answers, as if words were too much of an effort.

Carlos forced a smile, his voice soft but filled with desperate hope. "Remember when we made this for the first time? You almost burned the entire kitchen down." He chuckled lightly, trying to coax a reaction, any reaction from her.

Y/N's lips twitched, but it wasn’t a smile—it was something hollow, a distant echo of the person she used to be. She set the fork down without taking a bite.

Carlos’s heart sank. He couldn’t stand it—the silence, the emptiness. He needed her to come back. “Y/N, please…” he said softly, reaching across the table to take her hand. “Talk to me. Yell at me, cry, anything. Just… don’t shut me out.”

Her eyes flickered to his, but the spark that used to light them was gone. She squeezed his hand weakly, as if trying to reassure him, but the gesture felt hollow. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m just… tired.”

Carlos swallowed hard, nodding as he tried to keep the tremor out of his voice. “I know, mi amor. I know you’re tired. But you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here. I’m always here.”

Y/N stood abruptly, the scrape of the chair against the floor loud in the otherwise silent room. “I’m going to lie down,” she murmured, walking toward their bedroom, her movements slow, like she was carrying a weight too heavy for her to bear.

Carlos sat at the table, his chest tightening as he watched her retreating figure. His hands trembled as he buried his face in them, the weight of helplessness suffocating. He had no idea what to do. He was losing her, piece by piece, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

Later that evening, Carlos found Y/N sitting by the window in their bedroom, staring out at the darkening sky. The soft glow of twilight bathed her in shadows, making her seem even more fragile than she already was. He sat beside her, carefully placing an arm around her shoulders.

She leaned into him, like she always did, pressing a kiss to his cheek—a gesture that used to be filled with love, but now felt almost automatic, like she was going through the motions but wasn’t really there.

Carlos closed his eyes, the pain of it all overwhelming him. “I miss you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I miss us.”

Y/N didn’t respond, her eyes still fixed on the horizon. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she didn’t bother wiping it away.

He pressed his forehead against hers, trying to hold on to the connection they had. “I need you to come back to me,” he pleaded, his voice shaking. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. Please don’t do this.”

She swallowed hard, her breath shaky, but still said nothing. Silence filled the room again, and Carlos felt like he was drowning in it.

After a long moment, Y/N pulled away slightly, her eyes downcast. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” she whispered, her voice so broken it barely sounded like her. “I hate myself, Carlos. I don’t know how to… how to live with this.”

Carlos's breath hitched, his heart breaking all over again. “No, no,” he shook his head, his grip tightening on her. “You’re the strongest person I know. You’re still the woman I fell in love with, and I’m not giving up on you.”

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming down her face now. “But I’m giving up on myself,” she admitted, the words hanging between them like a knife to his chest.

Carlos’s world seemed to tilt as the gravity of her words sank in. His pulse raced, his mind screaming for a way to fix this, to make her see. “You can’t,” he whispered, his voice trembling as panic gripped him. “You can’t give up. Not on yourself. Not on us.”

Y/N turned away, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, Carlos. I just… I don’t know how to be okay again.”

Carlos felt the walls closing in around him, his heart pounding in his chest as fear like he’d never known consumed him. He was losing her, and no matter what he said or did, he couldn’t seem to stop it. He couldn’t reach her anymore.

Desperately, he grabbed her hand, pulling her back to face him. "Y/N, don’t say that! You have to fight. You have to. For us. For what we still have left. I—"

But Y/N pulled her hand away, standing up abruptly. “I need air,” she muttered, her voice cracking as she hurried toward the door.

Carlos stood up as well, panic rising in his chest. “Y/N, wait! Please—”

But before he could stop her, she was gone, the door swinging shut behind her.

Carlos stood frozen in place, the silence that followed deafening. His chest heaved with each shallow breath as dread clawed at him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. His world was unraveling before his eyes, and he was powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, the sound of something crashing in the hallway broke the silence.

Carlos’s blood ran cold.

“Y/N?” he called, his voice thick with fear as he rushed out of the room.

But the only response was the echo of his own voice in the empty hallway.

Carlos's heart raced as he rushed down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the walls, his mind filled with dread.

“Y/N!” he called again, his voice thick with fear, his throat dry.

His pulse pounded in his ears as he skidded to a stop by the front door, his breath catching in his chest when he saw her. Y/N was slumped against the wall, her body shaking with silent sobs, her hand covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face. A picture frame had fallen from the wall, its shattered pieces scattered around her feet.

Carlos's chest tightened at the sight of her, his heart breaking all over again. He crouched down beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out, his voice softer now, gentler. "Y/N, amor, please… talk to me. I’m right here."

But she didn’t respond, her eyes glazed over, staring at nothing as if she were lost in a fog too thick to escape. She was barely hanging on, and Carlos could feel her slipping further away from him with each passing second.

He gently took her hand, squeezing it, trying to ground her, to bring her back. "I’m right here," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I’m not going anywhere. Please don’t shut me out."

Finally, Y/N looked at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her lips trembling. “I can’t… I don’t know how to do this anymore, Carlos,” she whispered, her voice broken, raw. “I can’t pretend to be okay when everything inside me feels so wrong.”

Carlos’s breath hitched in his throat, his chest tightening as her words pierced through him. He wanted to fix this, to make her pain go away, but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to bring her back to the woman she once was—the woman he loved, who was full of life and light. Now, all that was left was a shadow, and it terrified him.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “You don’t have to be okay. I just need you to let me in. I need you to try.”

Y/N’s body shook as a sob escaped her lips, her free hand clenching around the fabric of his shirt. “I don’t know how to try, Carlos,” she admitted, her voice so small it broke him. “I feel like I’m drowning, and no matter what I do, I can’t breathe.”

Carlos’s eyes stung with unshed tears as he pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he could, as if somehow, his love alone could save her. "Then let me breathe for you," he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll hold on to you. I’ll never let go, I swear."

But Y/N shook her head, her voice barely a whisper, “What if you’re better off without me?”

Carlos froze, his blood running cold at the words, like a knife had been driven into his chest. He pulled back slightly, cupping her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him. His eyes searched hers, desperate, pleading. "Don’t ever say that," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “Don’t ever say that.”

Tears streamed down her face as she broke down, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. "I’ve lost our baby, Carlos. I failed you, I failed us. How can you still look at me and say you love me after everything I’ve taken from you?”

His heart shattered at her words, and he held her tighter, his own tears falling freely now. “You didn’t fail me,” he whispered fiercely, his voice shaking with emotion. “You never failed me, Y/N. We lost our baby, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lost you. I still love you. I’ll always love you."

Y/N sobbed harder, her hands clutching his shirt as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. "I hate myself for this," she admitted, her voice broken. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”

Carlos kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there as he tried to hold back his own tears. “I know it’s hard. I know you’re hurting, amor, but you’re not alone in this. We’re going to get through this together. I promise you. Please, don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and self-loathing, and for a moment, it seemed like she might say something—like she might let him in. But instead, she pulled away, wiping her tears with shaky hands.

“I need to be alone,” she whispered, standing up slowly, her movements lethargic, almost mechanical. She didn’t look back at him as she walked toward the door, the distance between them growing with each step.

Carlos’s heart raced, panic clawing at his chest as he stood up, calling after her. “Y/N, wait—”

But she didn’t stop, her hand already on the door handle.

Carlos felt his world tilting again, slipping further out of his control. He could feel her slipping away, and the terror of losing her completely gripped him.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking as he took a step forward, his hand reaching out for her. "Don’t go."

Y/N paused, her hand frozen on the door, her back still turned to him.

But she didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Carlos held his breath, waiting—hoping—for something, anything.

Then, without a word, Y/N opened the door and stepped outside, leaving Carlos standing alone in the hallway, the cold air from the open door chilling him to the bone.

And as the door clicked shut behind her, Carlos felt his world shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces.

Carlos stood frozen, staring at the door as it clicked shut behind Y/N, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. His world, once filled with joy and love, now felt like it was crumbling to dust. He wanted to move, to chase after her, but his feet felt glued to the floor. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, anger, and helplessness.

Why did she leave? Why couldn’t I stop her? His mind screamed, and his body trembled with the effort to hold himself together. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to choke back the sob threatening to escape.

I can’t lose her. I can’t let this destroy us.

Tears blurred his vision as he sank down to the floor, his head in his hands. He didn’t know what else to do. He had tried everything, poured every ounce of love he had into her, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. And now, she was gone.

Why am I not enough? he thought bitterly, the question ringing through his mind. I love her more than anything, but I can’t fix this. I can’t fix her. I can’t even fix myself.

Carlos let out a shaky breath, a sob finally escaping as the weight of it all became too much. I lost our baby too, he thought, his chest tightening with the realization. And now I’m losing her. And I can’t do anything about it.

Outside, Y/N’s footsteps were heavy against the pavement, her body trembling as she walked farther away from the house. The cold night air bit at her skin, but she barely felt it, too lost in her own whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, shame, anger—they all swirled together, threatening to consume her.

Why did I leave? she thought bitterly, her mind screaming at her. Why did I walk away from him?

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She wanted to stop, to turn back, but something in her wouldn’t let her. The weight of her guilt pressed down on her, making her feel small, unworthy.

You don’t deserve him, her mind whispered, cruel and relentless. You’re broken. You lost his baby. How could he ever love you after that?

The thought made her stomach twist painfully, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. She had failed him. She had failed them both. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all her fault.

But it’s not just your loss, another voice whispered, softer but more painful. He lost the baby too.

That thought stopped her in her tracks, her heart clenching in her chest as the guilt washed over her in waves. Carlos had lost just as much as she had, yet here she was, leaving him behind, abandoning him in his own grief.

What am I doing? she thought desperately, her hands trembling as she wiped at her tears. He needs me. He’s hurting too. How could I just walk away?

Suddenly, she felt her heart drop into her stomach as the weight of it all hit her like a punch to the gut. She had been so consumed by her own pain, her own guilt, that she had pushed him away. And now… now she had hurt him even more.

I can’t do this. I can’t leave him.

Without another thought, she turned around, her feet moving before her mind could catch up. She had to go back. She had to make this right.

But before she could take more than a few steps, she saw a figure running toward her in the dim light. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized it was Carlos, his face pale with fear, his eyes red-rimmed and wide with desperation.

“Y/N!” he called, his voice hoarse, shaky. “Please, please don’t leave me!”

Her heart shattered at the sound of his voice, and she ran toward him, her body trembling with both relief and guilt. When they finally met, she crashed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he held her close, his arms wrapping around her like a lifeline.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered between sobs, burying her face in his chest. “Carlos, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave, I didn’t— I just—” Her words fell apart as the weight of everything they had lost hit her again, but this time, she wasn’t running from it.

Carlos held her tightly, his own tears falling freely now, his body shaking as he tried to keep himself together for her. “It’s okay,” he whispered into her hair, his voice cracking with emotion. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her hands gripping his shirt, her eyes filled with anguish. “No, it’s not okay. I left you. I hurt you. I… I’m so messed up, Carlos, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hate myself for what happened, and I don’t know how to live with that. How can you stand to even look at me?”

Carlos cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with nothing but love and pain. “Because I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I love you more than anything, and nothing—nothing—is going to change that. We lost our baby, but we haven’t lost each other. We can’t lose each other. I won’t let that happen.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her tears falling faster as she shook her head. “But I’m broken, Carlos. I don’t know how to be okay again.”

Carlos’s heart ached at her words, but he held her tighter, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “You’re not broken,” he whispered fiercely. “You’re hurting, and that’s okay. We’re both hurting. But we’ll get through this together, mi amor. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here for every bad day, every moment you think you can’t do this. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

Y/N let out a choked sob, her hands gripping his arms as if afraid he might slip away. “I’m so scared,” she whispered, her voice small and fragile.

Carlos pressed his forehead against hers, his own tears mixing with hers. “I know,” he whispered. “I’m scared too. But we’re going to be okay. I promise you, Y/N. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

She closed her eyes, her body shaking as she leaned into him, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know how to fix this, how to fix herself. But in that moment, wrapped in Carlos’s arms, she realized that maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe they could heal together, slowly, piece by piece.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Carlos shook his head, pulling her even closer. “You deserve the world,” he whispered back, his voice raw. “And I’m never going to stop giving it to you.”

She pressed her face into his chest, her sobs finally subsiding, though the pain lingered. But this time, she let herself lean on him, let herself trust that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way through this together.

“Promise me you’ll stay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Carlos kissed the top of her head, his heart breaking for her, for them. “I promise,” he whispered, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. “I’m never letting you go.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Y/N believed him.

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voguestrip · 10 months ago

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Money, Money, Money

Pairing: Old Money Carlos Sainz x Reader

Words: 8.3K

Warnings: Suggestive content, fluff, angst, miscommunication, Reyes is a bad guy sorry, Sr. is adorable, Carlos is so whipped for Reader it's ridiculous, arrange marriage trope, etc.

A/N: For @percervall and @monzabee the two who kept this fic alive and supported me as I wrote this beast, love you two so much

Marriage has rules.

As a child, you were innocent and curious. When you asked your Mother if she loved your father, she replied, "Marriage has rules, sugar, and sometimes those rules don't include love." Though it confused you, this answer hinted at a truth you were too young to fully grasp. You could see that your parents didn't love each other, not in the way you had imagined love to be. Instead, they seemed to have a different kind of bond built on respect and a shared history.

As you grew, life took unexpected turns. You have been whisked away into a world of luxuries that seemed ordinary to you. Still, you were a stark contrast to the simplicity of your childhood. You were sent to schools in far-flung places where the air smelled of unfamiliar languages. Returning home, the house was colder, but your parents pretended everything was okay. It wasn't. The world you had entered was one of privilege and power, where appearances were everything and personal desires often took a backseat to societal expectations.

As the years passed, societal expectations bore down on you. It was anticipated that you would follow in your parent's footsteps, marrying into old money, a lineage so ancient it practically owned the country. At 19, you found yourself suddenly betrothed to a familiar face yet a stranger in many ways: Carlos Sainz Junior.

You remember rolling your eyes as your parents listed his full name. Carlos was set to inherit his father's luxury company, which dabbled in everything, some legal and probably not. It was an 8-month engagement during which you had chaperones, supervised dates, and attended very public events together when it was announced that the biggest fashion house and financial tycoon daughter was marrying the more prominent house of Sainz. The engagement, though a mere formality in the eyes of society, was a significant event in your life, marking the beginning of a new chapter filled with uncertainty and expectations.

From the whispers and even from Carlos himself, you learned of his supposed ties to royalty. But these were details you cared little for. What you truly desired was a connection, a genuine bond with the man who was now your husband. You remember his awkwardness, his struggle to find the right words. And yet, despite your indifference, he continued to try, even now, after years of marriage.

It was an open secret that people knew your marriage was one of convenience and power. But you told him after you said your vows and wore the ridiculous ugly wedding dress your Mother picked. "I won't have my parents' marriage. If you have an affair, I don't want to know-" Carlos opens his mouth, but you cut him off, "I want our marriage to be as real as we can make it, okay?" Carlos nods and sighs, "I would never be your father," He whispers as he leads you outside to the ocean of cameras. His words though whispered, carried a weight that you both understood, a promise to be better than the example set by your parents.

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Sighing, you stare at your wedding ring, a gorgeous tear-drop ruby with small diamonds decorating it, making it look like a flower. It still feels like Carlos slid the ring on your finger yesterday, forever marking you as his. You hear the tall tell sign of a camera shuttering, and you swallow the distaste of your coffee. Here you were, sitting at a cafe.

The media has marked the cafe as the Royal Lovers Cafe; it was a stupid nickname they gave you and Carlos. Royal Lovers? It was distasteful and left an awful feeling in your stomach as if you two were the perfect couple. They named it this because you two met here every Thursday for lunch. You leave your art studio and Carlos's office to have lunch together. The nickname, though meant to be endearing, only served to highlight the stark contrast between your public image and the reality of your relationship, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Mi teroso," Looking up, you suck in a breath; Carlos was stepping out of his ruby red Ferrari, hair messy but still gorgeous, with sunglasses on his perfect nose. His lips were full, cheeks red, his sun glowing under the sun and matching his baby blue button-up with soft beige pants and black leather dress shoes. His tie and suit jacket from this morning missing as he smiles brightly at you. Perfect teeth, god. He was perfect in every way, and you hated it sometimes.

"Carlos," he moves forward and grabs your hand, kissing the ring before leaning in and pecking your lips. You chase after another kiss, which makes him smile. He kisses you a little longer before settling in the seat across from you. "Sorry," you whisper, embarrassed that you chased his lips, but he smiles gently and grabs your hand, thumb tracing your knuckles.

"I don't care, Tesoro. You're my and I, your husband, and we're allowed to kiss." Carlos chuckles, and you blush. As Carlos matured, he matured in a way that made you blush whenever he looked at you. It was hard to describe his beauty. People called him the perfect prince, and he truly is the perfect prince. "I know, but it's not like our marriage is real," You comment, sipping at your tea and missing the way Carlos flinches and plays with the ring on his finger.

"How has work been? I know you're opening up a new gallery," Carlos feels his stomach warm as a genuine smile graces your lips, setting the teacup down and looking at the gorgeous city. "It's going very well. We've been approved to exhibit art from the Renaissance and Baroque periods. This would be a big deal for me and the gallery; I'd finally be making a name just for myself," Carlos's smile wobbles but stays strong as his hand reaches out and starts to play with the wedding ring on your finger.

Neither of you says anything, as Carlos thinks everything over. He had never said it out loud, but when he first met you all those years ago, he fell in love at first sight. It was stupid. He wasn't one to be romantic, but when it came to you, he'd search the ocean's depths to give you whatever you wanted. Carlos still remembers tripping over his words whenever he tried talking to you and how awkward it was with you two going on dates and being supervised.

Now, he could talk to you, but he had to be careful with his touch. He always showed his love through touch, and while he constantly wanted to be touching you, you didn't. It was hard not to touch you; you were right there, and he wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

"Do you," He looks up and pulls his hand away, placing it back in his lap as you clear your throat, trying to find the words. "Would," You take a breath, feeling your face warm as you try your hardest to ask him such a simple question. "Would you like to come to the opening exhibit with me?" Carlos freezes, feeling hope bloom in his chest. He sits up and grabs your hand again, this time folding your fingers together.

"I would love to; you've never asked me to go before," you relax. The weight of his large hand brings you a comfort you've missed in your life. "Well, you asked me to join you for your company's gala; I thought it would only be fair," Carlos's smile fades a little, and you hate that you used that as an excuse instead of telling the truth. You want him there. You want him to be proud of your hard work.

"Ah, yes, I guess it's only fair," Carlos mumbles and squeezes your hand before pulling it away, looking at the time and cursing in Spanish. "Baby, I have to go back to the office," You sit up straight, the first time he's ever called you, baby, and you feel heat pool everywhere in your body. You both stand as you decide you should head back to the gallery anyway, "I'll see you at home, si?" Carlos whispers, pulling you in and giving you a peck on the lips, which has you craving more. God, you needed to get a hold of yourself.

"I won't be home till late. We're getting a shipment from France, and I need to be there for it," Carlos mulls over your words and smiles. "I'll bring dinner to you. Your favorite?" You melt into his arms, wrap them around his neck, and hug him. Carlos goes stiff in your arms before relaxing and hugging you back. "I'd love that," You pull back and kiss his cheek and lips. He still holds your hand as you pull away, letting your fingers fall away. He stands and watches you walk around the corner, returning to the gallery.

"I love you," He whispers, returning to the car and sliding into it.

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"Excellent job. I knew that girl would be great," Carlos hears the familiar sound of the newspaper hitting his glass desk as he turns from staring out of his windows to counting down the hours until he can pick up food and go to the gallery. "Mother, my wife has a name. Can't you learn it?" Carlos spins around and sighs, seeing that they already ran a paper with a picture of you and Carlos hugging in front of the cafe.

"Darling, I know her name, but you two don't love each other; this is merely business." Reyes waves her perfectly manicured hand like she is waving away a pesky bug. "Mother," Carlos is trying to hide his disdain for those words. His marriage wasn't a business deal; he wanted to build a life, a family, and a future with you. Yet, his family kept throwing girls in his face, Carlos turning each one away; they weren't you; they would never be you.

"Carlos," Letting out a sound of aspiration, Reyes rolls her eyes, "Don't tell me you've fallen for that little hussy," It takes every inch of control to remember that he loves his Mother; she isn't a horrible person, just life has hardened her in ways he's hated. "Mother," Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his temper in control. "She's my wife and possibly the Mother of my children, your grandchildren, don't you ever call her hussy again. Not to my face or to others," Reyes eyes her son; seeing the way he's reacted, she sighs and flips her hair back.

"Carlos, my boy, remember this marriage is not one of love. She will never love you; don't get too attached," Reyes stands as Carlos thinks over his Mother's words, her heels clicking as she walks out of his office. Looking to the side, he sees a picture from your wedding and smiles. You wrapped your arm around his neck, wearing a gorgeous plain wedding dress. It had long sleeves and a little cord wrapped around your middle fingers. Carlos can still remember how the fabric felt on his skin, how you glowed, and how you seemed genuinely happy.

Carlos stared at you with so much love that even the photographer had to take a moment after taking the picture and you smiling at the camera. It was in black and white; it was Carlos's favorite picture. You two look like a real couple, a truly happy couple. "Maybe this can be a marriage with love," he grumbled, diving back into his work, still watching the clock as it ticked even slower.

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"I think these are the last pieces," you nod, covered in oil, paint, sweat, and dust as you go through all the paintings and restorations, ensuring they're perfect. You were a mess, your clothes dirty and your pants with little tears as you kept getting stuck on the wooden boxes. Moving through the clutter, you don't see or hear your assistant talk to someone else. "She's quite busy," Carlos chuckles, holding your favorite takeout, his sleeves rolled up and holding his arms perfectly.

"That's alright. You can head home for the day. I'll take care of her," your assistant nods and bolts, giggling as she hears the rumors about you two, how you were passionate and sometimes couldn't contain your love for one another, even in public places.

"Mimi, could you see if we were supposed to get Ecstasy of Saint Francis by Giovanni Bellini on the itinerary?" You ask and turn, stopping when you see Carlos leaning against one of your black walls, smiling at you softly. "I sent Mimi home. It's late, baby, and you need to eat," You smile and move through the boxes, "And where do you think we could eat, Mr. Sainz? There is nothing but boxes filling this place," Carlos smirks.

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You laugh loudly as Carlos tells you about when his sisters held him down and put waterproof makeup on him, and he had to go to school looking like a clown. Carlos had laid out an old blanket, and some lights dimmed. He had turned it into a romantic dinner. The paintings of old surround you two as you lay on your backs and eat. "Mother was furious, but Papa, he laughed; he thought it was hilarious," You laugh even harder, picturing Reyes fuming and Sainz Sr. laughing his ass off.

"God, I can picture Reyes now." You roll over onto your stomach, looking down at Carlos, his eyes glowing as his hands folded over his stomach. You two giggle. As you know, Reyes was very strict. At the same time, Sainz Sr. tended to be the fun parent. You always liked the older Sainz man more than Reyes; he treated you like a family member. "Eh, it's funny now, but Mother had us terrified to the point we couldn't look at each other," Carlos chuckles, and you feel jealous, hating that you felt that way.

"I wish I had siblings. Maybe it would've made living with Mum and Father better," you whisper; Carlos's eyes soften as he reaches up, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you in. "Tesoro," you hum as you look down, feeling your walls crack slightly. "Have," Carlos thinks over his words, wanting to voice this next question carefully: "Do you want to have children?" Your breath catches as you think about two little boys, ones with large hazel eyes and perfect little noses and lips, like their father, and a little girl, a perfect copy of you, but with Carlos's perfect hair.

"Yes, I've thought about children. I think you'd be a great father," you whisper, fingers moving his hair back, which has him smiling, a genuine smile that makes your chest tight. "You'd be an amazing mother, nothing like ours," You nod, throat burning as you lean in, the urge to kiss him growing. He leans up, but you look away, and Carlos is thankful as he can hide his sadness and clear his throat. "When does the exhibit open to the public?" You say a silent thank you for that and consider when to open it to the public. "Maybe in 4 weeks, it'd take 2 weeks to hang the paintings and then decorate the place and get catering and all that," Carlos hums, fingers going up and down your back as you can't help but lay your head on his chest, Carlos's heart beating fast.

"If you need help, just ask me, and I'll do whatever you need." You smile at those words and arch your head up, kissing the underside of his jaw. "Thank you, Carlos," Carlso chuckles and tightens his arms before loosening them. "You don't have to thank me; it's the bare minimum." Shaking your head no, "No, I mean thank you for not being like our parents," Carlos makes a sound in his throat as you rest your head back on his chest. Carlos is unable to say anything else for the rest of the night.

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Tonight was the night of Carlos's company's office, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. They were all snakes, staring at you as they waited for you to make a mistake and point out that you were wrong for the Sainz Family and that Carlos would be told to divorce you. Standing in the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the green grass sequins sparkled.

It had a U-cut neckline, showing off your cleavage and giving them a perfect but classy view, with the two sides pointing up. You had a green silk sash that wrapped under your breasts and over your left arm, mimicking a sleeve. It falls to the other side, and you have a large slit up to your waist in the dress showing off your gorgeous legs.

Your hair was styled, and you wore a light, matching emerald necklace and earrings that showed off your elegant taste. You wore adorable black Dolce and Gabbana Keira heels that were plain, but nothing was out of place; you were the picture-perfect wife of someone of Carlos's status. "Tesoro? Rea-" Carlos stops, his mouth dropping open as he stares at you.

Turning to feel your body warm, Carlos just stares at you with his mouth open, shifting your weight back and forth. "Carlos, you're staring," You whisper, unsure what else to say. "You're.....you're as gorgeous as the day I first met you," Your eyes widen, and you don't understand why your vision is suddenly blurry; turning fast, you grab a tissue and dab your eyes, so caught off guard by the wave of emotions. "Hey, hey, baby, why are you crying?" He whispers, coming around and turning you to face him.

"Carlos, you won't leave me, right?" His eyes grow wide, and then his face turns dark. "No, no, never, we made a promise. We won't be our parents. I'll never leave you; you won't leave me, will you?" The question as you suck in a shaky breath, shaking your head no quickly. "No, just, I hate these gala events. They all stare at me, judging me, waiting for me to make a mistake. When we first got engaged, and you took me to one for the first time, one of the wives of the board members said that if I ever made a mistake, they'd make you divorce me, that I'm replaceable,"

Carlos feels hot rage pulse through his body, but he refuses to show it and pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "You're not replaceable. You're mine and always will be," Carlos whispers, thinking about how he will crush the board members. They were too deep in his Mother's pocket, and he would deal with it.

"We don't have to go; we can stay in and watch trashy TV, Tesoro. Don't ever think I'd put you in these positions," Carlos begs, but you shake your head no, grabbing your husband's hands and pulling them off your face. "Carlos, we have a show to put on for them tonight. We have to go," you whisper, Carlos's fingers tightening around yours as he takes a deep breath. "Don't leave my side tonight. Do you understand me?" You nod your head. Honestly, you never wanted to leave Carlos's side; he was a wonderful friend and a lovely husband.

"Also, if you see my mother, please ignore her," he whispers, gently kissing your cheek and carefully wiping under your eyes, not wanting to smear your mascara. "Why?" Carlos shakes his head and ignores your question. "Come on, let's get going, and then if we survive, we can eat ice cream and candy," You laugh as Carlos smiles ever so gently and kisses your forehead softly. "You always touch and kiss me," You point out, and Carlos's cheeks dust pink, "Sorry, my family has always shown love by touching. It's a habit I've picked up,"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, Carlos. We're married. You can do that as much as you like," Carlos chuckles and pulls you in. Baby, don't say that because if I could, I'd be touching you 24/7." You freeze, eyes wide, as Carlos smirks and pecks your lips. You shiver, picturing some not-so-innocent ways of touching. "The car is here," Your chest rattles as you take a deep breath; you could do this; it's just a couple of hours. That's it.

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Okay, you should've taken Carlos up on his offer to stay in and eat junk food and watch movies because right now, you wanted to die. "Mum, Father, I didn't know you two would be here," You smile, giving your parents your media smile. "Y/n, of course, we're here; Reyes invited us," You nod, stiff as a board, and try to ignore the way Carlos whips around and quietly whispers rushed, angry Spanish in his Mother's ear.

"Oh, that's very kind of her," You smile at Reyes, who glares back, Carlos's hand tight on his Mother's arm. "It is. I want an explanation as to why you're still not pregnant," Ice poured down your back, not even two minutes into seeing your parents again, and they brought up the dreaded question. Carlos and you have had sex a couple times on the honeymoon and maybe once in a while, but he never expected it out of you; it was more so out of loneliness when you two slept together.

Carlos moves so fast you don't even know he is in front of you until your hand suddenly holds his. "Mrs. L/n, with all due respect, this is not the time nor place for that question. And I suggest if you'd like to stay quests of my Mother, you act like ones, or else I'll have the guards throw you out. We all know that your situation can't afford another run in the tabloids," Carlos's voice drips with venom, his eyes hard; you've never seen him so angry; you've always seen him so soft and warm; this side of him was new.

"Now, excuse us," Carlos tugs you away, leading you to an outside patio. The cold air of the night hits you in the face, forcing you to suck in oxygen, lungs burning and heart thumping as you claw at your husband's hand, trying to feel grounded. "Baby, Tesoro, Y/n," Your eyes snap up as Carlos stares at you with worry, those tears from earlier burning as you move, burying yourself in his chest.

No one says anything as you sniffle; Carlos runs his hands over your arms, kissing your cheek. "That's the first time you've said my name," Carlos pulls back, raising an eyebrow, and you giggle. "When we first met, you called me by my maiden name; when we got engaged and then married, you only ever called me Tesoro," Carlos chuckles, having never realized that. "I guess you were always just my Tesoro, just.....something for us since we give so much to everyone else," Carlos whispers, and your smile.

"I'm okay with that," Carlos chuckles and leans back on the stone railing, listening to the fountain bubble behind him, enjoying the way you cling to him happily. "Carlos, I want children, but.....I want to be in love when I have them," he said, taking a deep breath, his fingers still. "We have all the time in the world, Tesoro," He whispers, like a promise that will never be broken. "Yes, we do," You look up into his eyes, and he smiles, leaning down and stealing a kiss, which has you smile into his lips.

Carlos looks up, his eyes narrowing as he sees his Mother, your parents, and some of the board members staring at them; his arms move around you and pull you closer. "Maybe we should leave," Carlos grumbles, and you shake your head no. "Carlos, we can't. You're the CEO besides," Your words get cut off by the sliding door being thrown open. "There's my baby boy and his ever-gorgeous wife," You turn, smiling brightly as you see Sainz Sr, wearing a suit almost identical to Carlos's, his gray hair brushed back and smiling widely.

"Carlos, are you keeping my gorgeous daughter-in-law away from me? Evil man, come, come, I want a dance. Carlos can talk business, and we talk about those anniversary plans," You giggle. Carlos sighs, knowing you'd be safe with his Papa, "Papa, Mother has," Sr. raises his hand, stopping his boy, "I know what your mother has done, and trust, it will be dealt with, but first, go kiss the boards ass a little bit, those rat bastards, should've never created the board in the first place," Sr. hisses but then turns seeing you smiling brightly and melts a little. "Go, she's safe with me," Carlos nods and moves past his father, kissing you gently.

"Come find me when you want to go home, and we'll leave." You nod and then laugh as Sr. sweeps you away onto the dance floor. Carlos smiles, seeing that you are at least comfortable with one member of his family. Turning his head, he snaps his jaw, seeing the board whispering to one another, and takes a deep breath, heading into the lion's den.

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Carlos swirls his drink around. It's been 2 hours, and you're finally sitting down, talking happily to his father, and it makes him happy that at least someone is pleased with their marriage. "She's quite close to your father, hm?" Carlos turns and feels bile rise in his throat; Jose Amador was one of Carlos's Mother's rats that tended to report everything back to her; he hated him.

"Yes, we've been married for some years, Amador; she's going to be close to my father," Amador hums and rubs his beard, chuckling. "Yes, you two might be married, but you know the rumors about her mother must run in the family," The crystal in Carlos's hand cracks, taking a deep breath, "I mean, why have the son of the biggest company of the world when you can charm the father," Carlos slams the crystal glass down and grabs Amador by the throat, thankful that no one was paying attention to them.

"Are you calling my wife a whore, Amador?" The man before Carlos gags, trying to find the words, eyes darting back and forth, looking for help, but help wouldn't be coming. "Did you? Cause if you did, you'll be losing that precious leash you love so much," Carlos snarls, squeezing so gently that Amador makes such a horrible sound, face red. "Did you? I asked you a question," Amador shakes his head no, and Carlos lets go, watching as Amador bends over the counter, sputtering and gasping for air.

"Be a good little bitch, and report back to my mother to leave my wife alone," Carlos stalks over, moving through the dance floor and walking right up to you, feeling his anger soothe as he hears your snorting laugh. "Carlos, you never told me you wanted to be a Formula 1 driver," Carlos chuckles and sits down next to you, tugging your chair close and kissing your exposed shoulder.

"Yes, but I'm happy where I am in life," He smiles, hand running down your arm and pulling your hand up, kissing that ruby wedding ring. You lean your head back, letting it rest on his chest and kissing the underside of his chin, giggling when the stubble of his beard tickles your cheek. Carlos smiles and leans down, kissing your shoulder one last time and sighing. "Papa, I think it's time we go home. Y/n has a long couple of weeks coming up, and also, I'm tired of the wolves circling us," Sr. turns his head quickly, noticing how certain board members look away.

Sr sighs loudly and rubs his face. "Your mother, go, go before she sinks her teeth deeper," you smile and stand. Carlos wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. "Let's go home," you giggle, Nodding your head, and let Carlos lead you out.

He smiles down at you. Honestly, Carlos would burn the company down to the ground and rebuild it if it meant you stayed oblivious to the utter poison being pointed your way. He pulls back slightly, leading you to his Ferrari, taking in your utter beauty. His Mother could burn for all he cared; he only needed you and hoped you would also need him.

Turning, you smile at him, and he sighs, "Let's go away somewhere," He giggles at your adorable confusion and steps close to you, "Just for a weekend, away from work and from our parents, just I want it to be you and I." You smile and move your hand up, grabbing his tie and straightening it out. "I would love that, just for the weekend; we can leave now, surprise me," Carlos thinks over all the places they have homes and settles on one.

"I'll have them deliver our luggage; let's go," Laughing, Carlos jogs down the stairs as you laugh loudly, having never felt happier.

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Dropping your bags on the bed, you stare in awe at the gorgeous lavender fields just a step away from your back door.

When Carlos drove up to the old stone house, you gasped at its old beauty. Carlos smiles as he stops the classic 1969 Mercedes-Benz 280 SL Pagoda, a car you have always loved but Carlos rarely drives, saying he is saving it for the perfect moment. The house was made from gorgeous limestone, the sun making it shimmer.

Walking into the house, you fell in love with it even more. It was one of those perfect classic old-money homes, with nothing out of place and perfect taste. "Mother barely comes here, so she has left this little slice of heaven alone," Carlos smiles, carrying your luggage down the hall and leaving you to marvel at the old art and statues.

Stepping into the bedroom is what sold you. It had large windows that were wide open, giving the room a gazebo feel. You smiled as the soft summer wind brushed your skin, and now, you stood staring out of the double French doors, loving the radiant spills of lavender.

Carlos stares. He couldn't help the way you looked so peaceful and happy. He had to take a mental picture of this, as he never wanted this memory to end. "Carlos, can we sleep with the windows and doors open?" He melts, hearing the yearning in your voice; stepping closer, his body presses you against the door archway, "We can do whatever you want; I'm yours," Carlos whispers, cupping your cheeks; he leans down, brushing his lips against yours.

"Carlos," You whisper against his lips as he kisses you again, moving his lips to your neck. "Carlos, can we nap? I want to do nothing. Can we do nothing?" You beg, just wanting to enjoy his presence. No one was around for miles; you two would be utterly alone, which is how you want it. Away from the world, no faking your marriage, no cameras, no parents, no gallery, and no company breathing down your necks. "Of course," He reaches down, and you squeal as he carries you to bed, lying down and placing his head on your chest.

You smile, threading your fingers through his perfect hair, making him moan and smile with his eyes closed. You smile, closing your eyes as you two let the summer breeze over you. The warmth from Carlos has sleep grabbing you, pulling you under as you relax in Carlos's hold, and the two of you finally fall asleep.

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Carlos wakes before you, smiling as he lifts his body up, listening to you whine, reaching out for him in your sleep. Grabbing your hand, he kisses the ring and your hand, leaning so his lips brush your ear. "I'm going to cook us dinner. I love you," He whispers the last part so softly it's like wind brushing you. You roll over, burying your face in the pillow. Carlos is lying in, settling down, which has him aching to join you back in bed.

Reaching down, he grabs the blanket and gently covers you, rubbing the back of his fingers over your puffed-out cheek. Moving from the bed, Carlos slips out of the room, closes the door, and makes his way to the kitchen, glad he had some of their people stock up the house.

Going into the kitchen, he looks around for what he can cook. He settles on a pasta dish his grandmother taught him when he was younger and makes it for himself when he misses her. You and Carlos had odd hours, so you two rarely ate dinner together; that's why you had a standing cafe lunch to catch up with each other and keep up appearances. Thinking to himself, he knows he wants to change that; Carlos doesn't want this to be a fake marriage anymore; he wants something real. He wants the real you.

The smell of the pasta draws you from your sleep. Rising up on your elbows, you whine and rub your eyes, looking around for Carlos. Not seeing him, you sigh, wishing he had stayed in bed. Climbing out of bed, you wrap the blanket around you and creep through the house. You stop and about lose all control as you're meet with Carlos's broad back, shirt stretched over it as you watch him plate pasta for you both.

"Baby, would you like cheese?" Carlos turns, his hair fluffy and messy from sleep, and you bite your bottom lip, wanting to run your fingers through it. "Baby?" He asks again, smirking as he catches you staring at him. "Yes, please," Not even resetting, you move forward and wrap your arms and the blanket around Carlos's back, breathing in that lovely cologne. Carlos shaves the cheese over your pasta and goes to turn around but can't as you lean heavily on him, making him blush.

"Tesoro, you have to let me go so we can eat," you whine, but let your arms drop as he chuckles, turning and pecking your lips before grabbing the bowls and handing you your bowl of pasta. Can we eat outside?" He doesn't even say yes and automatically leads you outside, the two of you sitting on a loveseat with cushions. You move, placing your legs in his lap and cuddling close as the summer air turns with a slight chill in the air.

You eat silently, enjoying each other's company, until you finish your pasta. "Carlos?" He hums, taking your bowl from your hands, pulls you closer, and lazily stroking your leg as he stares at the lavender fields. "What my parents said," Carlos's fingers freeze as his jaw hardens, but you miss it, looking down at your fingers. "Maybe we should finally have the baby," Carlos whips his head around. You see the motion, but you refuse to look up at him.

"Tesoro, I don't care for a baby; you said you wanted one for love, and I said we'd get there; why are you rushing this?" You flinch, hearing the anger in his voice, pulling your legs away, sitting up, and pulling them to your chest. "Carlos, stop. We'll never fall in love with each other; stop saying that. We're friends; we'll only be friends," It feels like a gut punch with each of your words, and Carlos stands, backing away and trying to figure out where this came from. "Did...did Papa say something to you?"

"No!" You're fast to answer; Sr has never been one to push you about children; he's patient and knows that it'll come one day; he would never rush you two. "Then, who put these words in your mouth? You said you want a child from love, and now, you're just," He waves his hands, trying to find the words, "okay with throwing a child into this marriage," You bite your bottom lip so hard it almost draws blood.

"Carlos, you need an heir; that's why we're married. Not for love or business but because your father and Mother thought I was the best choice. All I have to do is give you an heir, and you can divorce me and find true love!" You yell, wiping your eyes, your fears and anxieties consuming you.

Carlos freezes, feeling like his world has shattered. His heart beats so fast you could probably see it through his shirt. "You want to divorce me?" You look up and feel your heart drop to your stomach, and your lungs burn as you try to breathe. Carlos was before you, his face utterly destroyed, tears falling as he stared at you. "Do you? What just have my child, take my ring off, and leave me? Is that what you want? Because if it is, then," Carlos takes a ragged breath, wiping his eyes.

"Then, you are not the woman I've been in love with since we met all those years ago when we were 19." Your eyes widen as you hear, "Because I love you, I want children with you, I want this marriage to be real, to call you my wife and mean it. I want you, body, soul, heart, and brain. That ring you wear, I want you to smile every time feeling its weight because it shows our love, my love to you. But, if you just want to have a child and leave me, then please be my guest because I'd rather have you shatter my heart now than later!" Carlos yells, making you blink.

He loves you, Carlos loves you, Carlos Sainz is in love with you, and your husband loves you.

"You love me?" You whisper, looking up, feeling your heart stop. You don't dare move an inch, scared you will lose everything if you make one wrong move. "Of course I love you. You took my breath away when we first met at that stupid little cafe. I couldn't even speak to you. You're gorgeous, intelligent, funny, love animals, and want dogs. You don't judge me for working so long because I work long hours now, so when we have our babies, I can help you. Your art and passion for it makes me so damn proud of you, you are stronger than anyone else I know, and I'd be a damn fool to not cherish and worship the fucking ground you walk on,"

"Carlos," he raises his hand, not wanting to hear it. "Just break my heart now," he begs, and you shake your head no. "I love you," his head snaps up as you stand, dropping the blanket and moving closer to him. "What?" He whispers, hands slipping from his hair, looking so hopeful. "I love you, Carlos Sainz, you, I love you," you whisper, "I love you," you say one last time, his arms wrapping around you and lifting you up as he kisses you deeply.

"Take me to bed," You whisper, Carlos groans deeply and moves his hands to your ass as he carries you to bed.

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You giggle as Carlos leaves kisses and soft bites on your naked back, his and your naked chests pressed together as he groans and pulls you closer. "I love you," He mummers, and you melt hearing those 3 words. "I love you too," You whisper; his eyes turn so soft they're melted chocolate, and you swear you could get lost in them. "I still want that baby," You tease, and Carlos rolls his eyes. "I just got you; let me be selfish," Carlos chuckles and pulls you closer, kissing you softly.

"You'll have me forever," Carlos groans at that, and you smack his chest, "Seriously, again?" You tease, and he lets out a sharp laugh. "I have my very gorgeous, naked wife in my arms. How can I not get hard again?" He grumbles but doesn't make a move on you; he is just resting his head on his arm.

"What's your favorite painting?" Knowing it might've been a cliche, you think and smile, but you don't care. "Starry Night, it's just... perfect; nothing could ever beat it." You whisper, and Carlos smiles, kissing your cheeks and lips, memorizing every corner of you. "Hmmm, you know our anniversary is the night of your gallery opening," he muses, and you freeze, having completely forgotten.

"Oh god, I forgot. I was so wrapped up in the gallery and forgot everything. Oh god, I'm a horrible wife," Carlos quirks his eyebrow, snorting with laughter and burying it in your shoulder as you hide your face in a pillow. "Baby, I just got the one thing I've always wanted. I don't want anything else," he whispers, and you gasp as he pulls you close, angling himself perfectly, which has you moaning softly and rolling your hips, and you both gasp.

"We have a plane to catch in the morning," You remind him, and Carlos groans, slowly moving his hips as you let out soft gasps, hiding your face in his neck. "Fuck the plane, I own it anyways," he flips you over, leaving you giggling as he covers you both with the covers, the smell of lavender and summer wind making everything perfect.

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"The gallery opening is tonight. You'll be there, right?" Your voice is soft as Carlos finishes lacing up his dress shoes. Carlos looks over his shoulder and curses the company for getting him out of bed. You were there, only wearing his shirt, wearing his marks, and he had to get out and go to work. The company could burn to the ground, and Carlos would care less.

"Tesoro, the only thing keeping me from being there would be death, and I don't plan on that for a very, very long time," He leans over the bed, kissing you gently. "It's at 6:30, just.....I want you there; I know it's our anniversary, but this is important to me," Carlos nods, sliding on the suit jacket, remarking on everything and ensuring everything he had planned was ready.

"Y/n, baby, stop worrying. I'll be there, and everything will be perfect," you whine, your anxiety spiking. You hated stuff like this; why couldn't gallery openings happen during the day? You'll just wait to get ready and walk circles into the rug now. "I love you," Carlos whispers, snapping you out of your downward spiral; your body turns warm, still not used to hearing those words.

"I love you too," Carlos smiles, stealing another kiss, but he groans, hearing his phone ring again. It is probably an assistant asking if he's on his way. "I swear," He growls and snaps into the phone, walking down the hall and leaving you in the silence.

"Maybe I should get us that dog," You grumble, reaching for your phone and smirking at all the adoption papers.

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"Carlos," Sighing, Carlos looked up, seeing his Mother smiling. Don't forget we have a board meeting at 5:30; it shouldn't last long." "Wait, no, we rescheduled that. I have Y/n, gallery opening tonight at 6:30. Mother," Carlos squeezed the pen. He wasn't stupid; he knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Carlito, don't catch an attitude. I'm still your Mother." Reyes narrows her eyes, and Carlos takes a deep breath. "I have to be out of here by 6," Reyes raises her hands in mock surrender, "Of course, it's your anniversary," Carlos watches as his Mother walks out of his office and looks at the new picture on his desk, you in a dress you called a milkmaid dress and surrounded by the lavender, "Fuck, I will not be late," He grumbles.

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Walking into the gallery, you carry Carlos's present and giggle, knowing he would love it. You wear an elegant black mermaid dress. A slash wraps around your neck, drapes over your left shoulder, and runs down your back. The dress exposes your shoulders and back, holding it together by your neck.

It was to match the gallery's aesthetic, drenched in black with low lights to show the art of history. You were excited and proud to show your hard work to the city, future artists, and your husband. Your black So Kate's clicked in the silence, admiring your employees' hard work; they would be getting a long vacation with payment; they did wonderfully.

"Mrs. Sainz?" You turn, smiling at one of your youngest workers, Charlie, a university student doing his internship with you. "Yes, Charlie, is something wrong?" Charlie shakes his head no and smiles at you. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything; this is a wonderful exhibit," A smile blooms on your face, and you pat his shoulder. "Thank you, Charlie, and if you ever need a recommendation, call me," Charlie nods and spins, walking off as you look at the clock, 6:15.

Where's Carlos?

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6:15

Fuck, Carlos was a dead man if he didn't leave here soon. Tapping his pen as one of the board members, whose name he didn't even bother learning, drones on. Reyes kept glancing at Carlos, as he would check his watch every second, and it was starting to annoy the board.

Sighing, Carlos looks at his watch, which is the last straw. "Mr. Sainz," Carlos jumps, and feels like dying as the oldest and most respected member, Mr. Bullisto was a scary fucker, and Carlos, even at his age, was still scared of the man. "Do you have somewhere else you need to be, or is the future of this company not important to you?" Mr. Bullisto snaps, and Carlos blinks, trying to find the words.

"My wife has a gallery opening at 6:30; I was hoping to be there on time," Carlos explained. The men on the board laughed, even Reyes. Carlos, please. Her silly gallery opening is unimportant; your job is far more important. She won't even care that you're late," Reyes waved her hand, and Carlos felt a white-hot rage shoot down his spine.

"You're wrong," The room grows quiet as Carlos leans back in his chair. "She will care, and so will I. You think I don't know what you did; you purposely scheduled this meeting for this day so I would miss her gallery opening." Carlos stands, fixing his suit, glad he had changed into it before the meeting. "Unlike you old bastards, I love my wife and respect her, and she's brilliant and doesn't think, Mother, I don't know about you trying to get rid of her. She's a Sainz, more so than you," Reyes glares. It was always a sore spot when the Sainz never welcomed her like they did his wife.

"Let me tell you all this right now," Carlos glares, leaning on the conference room table. "Y/n Sainz is my wife, she will remain my wife, I love her, and she loves me, and if any of you fucking bastards say a word against her, so much as a look, you'll all be fired, actually," Carlos thinks it over, knowing his Mother's claws was far too deep into this. "You're all fired, pack your shit and get out. Excuse me, it's my anniversary, and my gorgeous wife is opening up the biggest Renaissance and Borque gallery ever. Have a good evening," Carlos smirks, leaving them all yelling as he runs downstairs. 6:25, maybe he could make it.

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"Is he here?" you ask Mimi, who rolls her eyes. "Y/n, not in the last 3 minutes you asked." You cringe, knowing you were driving her mad. It was currently 6:45, and he still wasn't here, and you didn't know what to think. Carlos had called you around lunch, saying he had a board meeting but would be there on time. Now, he was 15 minutes late, and people were starting to notice.

"Mimi," you go to ask one last time, but stop as you see him run into the gallery and come to a light jog, then a steady, fast walk. His head moves fast, searching for you, and he stops. You both stare at each other as Carlos breaks out into his gorgeous smile and pushes his hair back, stepping up to you. "Excuse me, I'm supposed to meet my gorgeous, radiant, brilliant wife. Do you happen to know where she is?" You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in.

"You made it," "I made it," He breathes, kissing you, dipping you softly, which makes you two smile against each other's lips. "Happy anniversary," Carlos whispers, and you give a soft smile as Carlos leads you to one of the further back rooms. "Close your eyes," Carlos whispers, which has you listening to him as you both step into a room; color dancing across your eyelids, you slowly open and gasp.

Starry Night was dancing around the entire room, people just standing and watching as the sky moved; tears choked you as you grabbed your husband's hand. "You," "Charlie helped, snuck me in, the kid is wicked smart with digital art," You laugh, covering your mouth as you move throughout the large room, and stop right in front of the sun, touching the wall and gasping as it moves.

"Oh, you won the best present," You whine, Carlos turns his head, confused. "Here," You pull out a small photo, and Carlos freezes, "It's not a baby, at least not a human one, I figured maybe a dog first. His name is Pinon," Carlos breaks into a large smile. He pulls you in, kissing you deeply, "It's perfect, you're perfect," You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, the ruby ring sparkling under the Starry Night.

"I am yours," you whisper, pulling him in. And I am yours," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling your hand in, and kissing your ring.

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voguestrip · 10 months ago

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Money, Money, Money

Pairing: Old Money Carlos Sainz x Reader

Words: 8.3K

Warnings: Suggestive content, fluff, angst, miscommunication, Reyes is a bad guy sorry, Sr. is adorable, Carlos is so whipped for Reader it's ridiculous, arrange marriage trope, etc.

A/N: For @percervall and @monzabee the two who kept this fic alive and supported me as I wrote this beast, love you two so much

Marriage has rules.

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"I love you," He whispers, returning to the car and sliding into it.

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"I'll have them deliver our luggage; let's go," Laughing, Carlos jogs down the stairs as you laugh loudly, having never felt happier.

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Dropping your bags on the bed, you stare in awe at the gorgeous lavender fields just a step away from your back door.

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He loves you, Carlos loves you, Carlos Sainz is in love with you, and your husband loves you.

"Take me to bed," You whisper, Carlos groans deeply and moves his hands to your ass as he carries you to bed.

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"Maybe I should get us that dog," You grumble, reaching for your phone and smirking at all the adoption papers.

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Where's Carlos?

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6:15

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"I am yours," you whisper, pulling him in. And I am yours," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling your hand in, and kissing your ring.

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