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freshlyrage · 11 months ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 22

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.4k

a/n: Hi, I am back. Thank you for your patience and kind messages.

This is a peak for the story, next chapter is indeed the wedding and then the story picks up a bit. I am excited for this next leg.

Happy Double Update, read chapter 23 here

Javier Peña says the words often. Javier’s first words were love and papi. He was his dads best little buddy so it came as no surprise that the first words he ever formed were a manifestation of how much he loves his father. He ended every night with an I love you. He hung his Houston home phone after sharing his farewells and I love you’s.

It was easy to know how loving someone feels, but sometimes Javier got confused.

He told his first girlfriend in 6th grade that he loved her. He isn’t sure he could remember her name so he’s sure he was confused that time too. He told Lorraine he loved her, often, in passing and sometimes he felt guilty about it. He sometimes pictured telling her in some grandiose way but their relationship had quickly progressed to the likeliness of a separated couple. So in Houston, if they weren’t fighting; she’d squeeze his shoulder and say, I love you, goodnight.

Or when Javier was in the force he’d kiss her cheek and say, Love you, after she said, be safe. He feels bad about it, he feels bad because he might have confused her. Maybe she thought his love you’s before work were declarations of the act of being in love. He realizes that he was never in love with Lorraine. He loved her, he spent many years with her. At many lonely points in his life he considered her his only companion, his friend. For a while he thought all of that was good enough, a fathers love and scattered I love yous from an estranged girlfriend.

Then Javier thinks of you and he isn’t sure he can get confused anymore. He can pinpoint the switch, the moment where his heart couldn't take anymore of his own games. It would be easy to say it was the second he saw your face when he came home but that wasn’t it. He’s sure he fell in love with you while he was with Lorraine. What a painful realization to have? He’s been trying really hard to be a better man, but that fact right there— it sets him back.

He remembers picking that orange out of your locker, he remembers desperately attempting to extend your interaction. He had been up in arms thinking about you, your face circling his brain during inappropriate moments. But as he followed you around the hall, chest constricting with every one of your movements, smiles, sighs—he knew he was a bad man.

But in between the constant state of repentance for loving you while having someone else in his bed—he found himself basking in his love for you. Like on the drive back from your lacrosse game. It was rare that he rode alone, but Lorraine had work after the game. He pressed a goodbye to her cheek as she hopped in a friend's car. Standing at top of the hill, where the parking lot overlooked the field. You were still there, standing with wind bitten cheeks and dirt up the sides of your legs. Mouth guard dangling between your lips with a scowl as your friend Monica talked your ear off in between squirts of water.

Javier felt light headed and hard. He patted his pocket for his keys and turned on his heels to quickly find refuge in his dad’s truck.

He rolled his windows down when (I love you) For Sentimental Reasons by The Righteous Brothers rang through his truck speakers. Tapping the wheel, singing off key and picturing you blinking your pretty warm eyes at him with a shy smile like you did. He felt utterly ridiculous when he slowed at a red light and was faced with just how loud he was being. Tilting his baseball cap tighter to conceal his face as he mumbled the rest of the song.

He realized he was in love with you in that truck.

He tells you in that truck half a decade later.

And there is no singing, or wheel tapping. There certainly wasn’t a Texan breeze instead still heat down in the bayou. And you aren’t covered in dirt and amused, instead covered in tears and frozen. Your face crinkling with another wave of emotion as you lean your temple against the window. Brows creased, face covered in red blotches. “You—what?” You made a face like it was so shocking. Like you hadn’t been trying to tell him all weekend.

“I said that I really love you.” He isn’t backing down, his voice is stern and unmoved. Despite wanting to crumble into you and hold you until you stop crying, he knows he can’t be weak here. With the same stern tone he follows a bit quieter, “And I’m not sayin’ it in the way I should’ve told you when we were kids—when you needed it the most, but I'm telling you now so you don’t doubt it.” When he had to be firm and strong a slight southern drawl rolls from his lips, he pulls from his father when he needs to be firm. Picking up on his linguistic patterns when it’s needed.

Your cries are no longer audible but instead just cheeks lined clear. “Javi-“

“Loving you is easy, being in love with you has been much easier.” He turns forward once more, cranking the ancient truck with a rumble that hides another audible sob from you. “I’ll take us home. And when we’re home I’ll take care of you–I don’t care how it’ll look to your mom or your fuckin’ big brother.” And he begins to drive. Almost angry with his movements like he’s bothered that you’re shocked by his love. His jaw clenched as he drove away from the rolling lawns of rich Lousianians. There was no way of reading his mind but truthfully, he wasn’t upset with you–Javier? Never. He was running circles in his own head, fighting the urge to make a u-turn and beat your father to a pulp.

Instead he talks to keep you distracted more so himself.

At that moment you wished you didn’t need to be cared for, but if it was anyone in charge of that job–you could only pray it was him. You hiccup.

“My feelings for you changed when I saw you in 7/11 all those years ago. I tried to act like seeing you like that didn’t fuck with me. I was crushin’ on you so badly I started acting like a damn fool.” He makes a sharp turn and you stare at him behind blurry eyes. “I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you. I know you’ve wanted to say it for a while. I couldn’t find it fair, I put you–us through all of this. I should be the one to say it first.” He sniffles and reaches a hand to the overhead compartment, taking his yellow tinted sunglasses. Effectively covering his eyes.

It’s silent for a moment until you scoff. The sound has Javier’s neck snapping, it’s the first sound other than sobs. Your nostrils flare, and you almost laugh. Laugh at all of it. Laugh at the years you spent pining over someone who felt the same, at how stupid this all was. How you put so much value on a man who never bothered to find you or even care. Javier looks at you with concern as you short stop at a red light, he’s probably thinking you’ve gone mad. Giggling to yourself through red eyes.

“You’ve always gotta beat me to it huh? You called me first, kissed me first, said I love you first. Shoot–even when we were kids, I would ignore you out of shyness but you always came running to say hi to personally torture a timid girl like me.” You shake your head and wipe your tears. You used to find it cruel, the way Javier had to always center you in every setting you were in. After every first move he’d make, you sat in your bed later that day thinking–damn if only I had done it before him.

His lips twitched at their corners, his beautiful smile shining through, shaking his head and looking straight back at the changing light. “You snooze, you lose, baby.” He shrugs and steps on the gas. You sniffle still smiling, god you had whiplash from the emotions flowing through you. For now, for this moment, you were something that felt like content. Free maybe, free of a father who seemed to have his own head in his ass anyway. You were sad, yes, heartbroken even, but man did you feel lighter. You look to your boyfriend as he drives the car you practically grew up in. Sitting in the same seat you’ve sat in hundreds of times before. And you’re just so glad to be next to him.

“Well then, I really love you too Javier.”

His brow wrinkles above the shades, “I know.”

Four hours into the ten hour trip the two of you had stopped three times. It was late at night already, the two of you won’t make it until four am the next day at least. As the sun sets Javier asks you if Laredo feels like home to you.

You wish you weren't so embarrassed about your answer.

“Well, it didn’t feel like home when I was in Miami. I would come home for break and the house felt so empty. Frankie and Genie were traveling, and you were gone and Monica moved away–Liandra was abroad. I cried every night of January, missing the way it used to be. So I guess it feels like home when everyone’s home.”

Javi could have predicted the answer because it was the same for him. The emptiest he had ever felt was when he came home a few months ago to no one but his father. Laredo was home because of the people who loved him.

Laredo felt like home this time around, it didn’t surprise him that New Orleans felt like home this weekend. Maybe it was because you were beside him.

Javi fell asleep at the wheel and you had to steer for a split second. It scared him so badly he allowed you to drive to the nearest motel. When you offered to drive the next stretch he looked to you with a firm scowl and that idea died fast. Locking up the car and paying a skeptically low price in between the border of Texas and Louisiana.

The two of you crash in bed, your legs sprawled over his chest like a koala. He holds your head in the crook of his neck. If you weren’t so tired you would have taken advantage of another night alone. You tried, slowly making out-all tongue and quiet moans. Until he began to snore and you followed suit.

Slapping the alarm at 6 am. Brushing your teeth, showering and changing into tiny shorts and a tank. Javier nearly chokes at the sight of you.

The two of you head out on the road again.

You’re sad once again once you gain sight of your house. Afraid to face your mother, knowing what you know. Afraid to sympathize with her in a way you never have before. You begin to cry again, practically begging Javier to turn around, begging him to drive to another motel.

He promises to take you inside, “I’ll talk to her baby, I’ll take care of it. Let me take care of it.” He lets you breathe for a bit while he unloads your bags from the trunk. His sunglasses pushed over his hair, he somehow opened your door for you with busy hands. Leaning against the car, awaiting your strength.

Shutting your eyes tightly, once, then twice, blinking sense into your body. You step out into the stiff heat of home. Hair pooling at the front of your chest, sticking to your face in its natural waves, your eyes swollen, tips of your fingers brushing under your lashes. Drying all that you could. Javier stares at the ground and the two of you cross the street.

“You head up to your room and unpack, I’ll talk to your mom. I’ll tell her to give you space. She can gather herself before the two of you– you know.” His hand grips the strap of your bag, how desperately he wished his hands were free so he could hold yours. You nod anyway, your own fingers coming up once more to feel the earring pierced in your lobe. It provides a strange swell in Javier’s chest. He was being so kind, offering to talk to your mother but you knew it had to be you first. How you ached to be taken care of, this though, this you had to do. You were in pain, what's a little more?

The front door is open anyway, you step through.

Frankie, Genie and Melissa are all sat at the island. Frankie’s brows screwed in confusion, a smile splitting Genie’s face and Melissa with a frown.

To hell with doing this on my own.

“I’m going to unpack!” You blurt before anyone could utter a hello.

Startling everyone you run upstairs without your bags. Leaving Javier in the entryway with far too many bags for a weekend stay. Flip flops making a shockingly loud noise on the carpeted stairs. You turn the corner, your hands fumbling at the familiar coolness of your doorknob. You throw yourself into bed and immediately begin to panic. To hell with your dad, why was everyone here, for crying out loud? Of all times your selfish brother could stop by– today! You hoped to god Javier was down there using his DEA sweet talking skills.

God it would be so much easier to snoop if this house wasn’t so damn massive. Goddamn inheritance.

“Is she alright?” Genevieve asks, setting her tea down. Her shirt is tight enough to reveal the slightest formation of a bump. Frankie is giving Javier a death stare, all serious. Javier chuckles, setting down the bags and walking over to the bar in which they all huddled. Melissa hurried to pour him a glass of sweet tea. Javier nods a thank you. He hopes this conversation is quick so he could come upstairs with you.

“She–” He sips, his eyes locked with Frankies. He’s trying to kill him with his mind, Javi thinks. He gets it for a second, showing up a day late with his sister who had obviously been crying. Thank god your hair was down, you had been marked up with hickies from the weekend. Javier changed his gaze and locked in on Melissa. “She met her father yesterday.”

Melissa did something Javier has never seen her do. The overly friendly yet passive aggressive lady, the total asshole that ran the Diaz household–Melissa Diaz– dropped her head in shame.

Burying her face in her hands, not crying, no she doesn’t do that. She breathes slowly through her nose, muttering tiny sentences in Spanish, perhaps prayer. But Javier was distracted by her, distracted enough to miss Frankie having the same reaction. Muttering a Fuck, earning a squeeze from Genevieve.

Melissa looks up from her hands, a wrecked expression–something between anxious and heartbroken. Javier felt so out of place delivering this news. “So she knows.”

He nods, his attention turning back to Frankie who was now pacing with the bridge of his nose pinched. Javier understands Melissa, he understands why she never told you. Javier heard all that your father said, it truly had sounded like one of the most heart wrenching experiences a young mother could go through. But Frankie– “You knew?” Javier’s voice booms, he never wants to fight with your brother but Javier’s protective side is noxious.

Frankie shakes his head, his hand dropping. “Course’ I knew!” He shouts back.

“Tone it down!” Genie shouts and like always, Frankie listens with a deep breath. Javier calms it too, standing feet away from someone he calls his best friend. He wasn’t sure if that was even the case anymore, maybe if it was ever the case.

“She was too damn sensitive. We were waiting until she was ready to let her know.” Frankie shakes his head, his eyes locking on the image hanging behind Javier’s head. You with a window space between your teeth in the first grade, eyes shut mid image. Javi has passed the image a million times, he knows the one from the way Frankies angry eyes settle. They settle in the way everyones does when they think of her, when they think of you.

“She’s twenty two.This experience was really hard for her–the-the things he said to her, Frankie.” He’s nearly choked up, his hand shaking as he gestures at the stairs, the anger was building in his chest and it wouldn’t go down. He turns to your mother whose eyes were wide and glassed “And Ms. Diaz, I sympathize with you. I really do. But you knew she was going to see him–she told you and all you could do was make her feel more alone. Threatening to kick her out?”

Frankie’s eyes snapped to his mothers now. “Mom? What?” Her lip quivered and for the first time in her life Frankie looked at his mother as if she wasn't a perfect reflection of mother Mary. Genie scoffs too. For a moment Javi feels bad for her, then his eyes fall to the fridge, fall onto a christmas magnet. Holding up a picture of the two of them on the couch of the church basement, her in a ridiculous dress and him in that cable knit sweater he loved once.

In black ink,

A.D (16) y J.P (17) 1979.

And he’s reminded of the holidays.

“I didn’t mean it. She just never listens to me. I told her not to go.” Her voice shook and there were tears, Javier had never seen the woman cry before. Not in this way. “She has a family here, I was hurt that she wanted a relationship with that man!”

Frankies furrowed brow relaxes for a moment and he’s back under the spell of his mother, he steps closer and Genie grabs her hand in comfort. “Mom, it’s alright–”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Javier laughs, rubbing his tired eyes. His eyes are tired of yellow lines, green lights and tearful eyes of the woman he loves. So fucking tired of being the only one who can see clearly even through all this exhaustion. The three shot glances back at Javier. Frankie scoffs an, how dare you curse in front of my crying mother sort of scoff. “You rarely treated that girl like family. She spent Thanksgiving with me! My dad has thrown her birthday parties since she was fourteen! I carried her to my house and my dad patched her knees. So I’m sorry that Andrea’s interest in a family elsewhere hurt your feelings.” Genie has covered her mouth in shock and the looks on your family's face could only be compared to one of a child who was just reprimanded by a teacher.

With his chest rising and falling in anger, Javier points at the fridge. Your mothers eyes snap to the polaroid image of a young tired you and a grinning Javier.

“Andrea was fifteen in 1979.”

You fell asleep by the time Javier comes up to say goodbye. He watches you curled in a ball in the middle of your bed and he yearns to sneak in next to you. But he couldn't. Instead he opened your drawers and sat at the edge of your bed sorting your luggage. You surely did overpack, he feels a bit guilty for not giving you enough time to dress in all the pretty things you folded neatly. The silence rings out in your room, just enough for him to hear the mess he made down in the kitchen. He stayed as quiet as possible to hear the bickering from upstairs.

How dare he speak to me that way! He hears your mothers muffled screech. He also hears words of I’m calling his father. He snickers at that, how stupid. Shaking his head and placing your shorts in your second drawer (the one with the carving of your name in it, where all your shorts went) he surprisingly hears your brother respond.

He–had a point mom, we haven’t been the best to her. You know that.

Javier freezes with his brows shot high. Javi never really included your brother in the blame until recently. In high school he just thought his best friend was an immature shitty older brother– that's the way brothers were. But the older Javier got older the more he thought about you, the more he thought about your mother and your brother. The more bitter the taste on his tongue settled. From the recent stern talks he had with Frankie he saw that he cared but for things that truly didn’t matter as much. Scalding in anger at the thought of his sister with Javi but completely indifferent to the neglect he cosigned.

Javier never thought he would hear Frankie agree with him on this topic. So he stayed frozen and quiet enough to hear him.

We tried–I tried. Melissa cries. Javier finds it hard to feel any sympathy for your mother.

Obviously not hard enough–thanksgiving!

Was that true? She spent thanksgiving alone? Genie’s voice slipped in.

There was a scoff, It was only three times!

Javier decides to stop listening.

You wake up at eight in the night and realize your sleep schedule is fucked. You had a week to recover. The upcoming Saturday was finally the wedding and the second round of summer school doesn't pick up again until the end of June. You felt Javier kiss you goodbye in your slumber. You also knew at about 6 pm your mother slipped into your room and spoke to your half asleep body. Your back faced her as your body slept but your mind wasn’t. You could hear words unspoken by her once before. You almost heard sniffling but you weren’t sure.

He wasn’t ready and I was. I was so angry–I’m still so angry and I take it out on you–Andrea, forgive me. She kisses your shoulder, and your mind tells you to flinch but your sleepy body leans into her rare affection.

She says I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t know to be your mother.

You're not comforted but you're relieved to hear it.

You chose not to forgive her. But you listen while she tells you the story of your life in all honesty for the first time.

Your mom doesn't ask you to take care of your baby sister, you offer it instead. You watch her practice her wedding speech. She cries at each attempt and if you weren’t so upset you would laugh with her about it. You miss Javier dearly, it's only been a day but you suppose you’ve been spoiled rotten by the weekend away. You think of calling him the second you woke up but you decide to cool it. You pick up your sister from the living room floor and walk her around the neighborhood in the new stroller your step-dad bought. You saw them in a catalog a few months back, gasped at the price and closed it quickly.

You suppose it was nice to be alone, you spent the entire walk thinking of your father, of your mother. You pictured your half sisters, people who hadn’t been a thought in your head until two days ago. You wondered if they suffered differently, maybe they suffered more having a man so cold in their lives. On your way to the park you pass a flyer for Peña’s Ranch Hand, and you don’t cry about your father for the first time. You walk right past the park and end up at Chucho Peña’s residence. Not for Javier, just for his father.

Don Chucho is smiling ear to ear when he finds you with little Sol, he says “Javi isn’t home mama.” You laugh and surprise him by saying you were here to see him.

You recline your napping sister and sit at the dinner table, served with sweet tea. You laugh for a few hours while he tells you stories of a young Javier accidentally overfeeding his first fish named, papi, because that was the only word he knew. He tells you he would smell the weed from the basement almost every time, you drop your face in your hands in embarrassment. You all truly thought you were insulation masters with the door crack stuffed with towels. “That smell came straight upstairs, I was just happy you guys weren’t out on the streets you know.”

The sun sets and you thank him for always being there. He kisses your head and says, “You have always been like a daughter to me, thank you.” You decided maybe you could be alright with this little family.

You reassemble the stroller and the door opens before you could even reach for it. Your face is met by a small breeze and the imposing view of Javier in a suit. His face had been his natural tough set, pouted and bothered to be alive. He doesn’t register it’s you for a moment, but his face softens entirely when he realizes his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Your lips quirk and your head flies to look behind your shoulder to find the hall completely empty, Chucho out of view. Javier looks too and wastes no time in leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Leaving so soon?” He whispers before standing up straight.

You blush like a schoolgirl, gripping the stroller with your life. “Yeah, just wanted to visit your dad.” You jut your chin at your sleeping sister. “Also she fell asleep during our walk.”

Javier’s eyes brighten at the sight of Soleil sleeping so peacefully. “Qué preciosa.” He kneels running his knuckle across her cheek and something in your belly tightens at the sight. “I can take you two home.” He says once she straightens up again, with a groan like an old man. You look out the door behind him, the sky still bright pink and the sun warm.

“I’ll walk, I’ll call when I get home.” You smile and he nods. You look over your shoulder once more. “See you later baby.” You step on your tip-toes and kiss his cheek, you head on your way.

Javier watches you leave until you're out of sight and he begins to breathe funny. He’s almost glad it's him that has to leave at the end of this because he can't bear it be you to walk away.

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FULL NAME : Izabella Rose Ramirez ALIAS : Izzie, Bella, Rosie (but by her parents only) AGE : 43 DATE OF BIRTH : April 28th, 1981 HOMETOWN : Detroit, MI TIME IN WILMINGTON : Since August of 2014 RESIDENCE : Masonboro FACECLAIM : Jessica Alba

death tw, gang activity below. please proceed with caution.

EDUCATION : Medicine at John Jay College of Criminal Justice OCCUPATION : Forensic Pathologist at Wilmington Police Department. GENDER : Cis-Woman PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY : Pansexual. HAIR COLOUR : Brown EYE COLOUR : Brown HEIGHT : 5'7" LANGUAGES : English, Spanish TATTOOS : heart on her left wrist, an R on her rib cage under her bra line SCENT: Sol De Janeiro - 68 ZODIAC : Taurus LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical Touch CLOTHING: Business Casual, jeans and cropped tees, sundresses

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FATHER : Perez Ramirez MOTHER : Rosalynn Ramirez SIBLINGS : Antonio Ramirez (deceased 1997) RELATIONSHIPS: Robby - 1995-1997; 2006-2014 CHILDREN : None PETS : Honor - a Corgi; Ace - a beagle

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁

Meet Isabella, affectionately known as 'Izzie,' a resilient soul who defied the odds from the moment she entered the world prematurely, proving she'd always be a fighter. Raised in a loving family with ties to the medical profession, her early struggles fostered a deep appreciation for life and a passion for science. Despite the protective cocoon of her family, tragedy struck when her brother Antonio's sudden death shattered their world. This loss unraveled Izzie's relationship with her high school sweetheart Robby - who was also her brother's best friend - which lead to a painful separation after what felt like years of hiding it in secret. Following her passion for forensic pathology, Izzie pursued a career in New York City, only to be unexpectedly reunited with Robby years later. Their rekindled romance led to marriage, but cracks soon appeared as Robby's addiction and involvement in a dangerous world came to light, and tragedy struck her again and Robby was killed during a violent gang related altercation. What Izzie doesn't know, however is that Robby isn't actually dead but instead is in hiding. Devastated by Robby's demise, Izzie sought solace in a fresh start in Wilmington, North Carolina, throwing herself into her work with the local police department. Whispers of a secretive relationship with Police Chief Scotty Sanchez add intrigue to her already complicated story, reminding us that behind every closed door lies a world of untold secrets.

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Jessica Alba is getting far away from her estranged husband Cash Warren … taking a girls’ trip on the other side of the country. The actress just shared a bunch of photos from a recent vacation to the Big Apple, and she’s surrounded by friends… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2025/01/22/jessica-alba-girls-trip-new-york-cash-warren-separation/

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Jessica Alba has finally broken her silence after the surprising announcement that she and her husband, Cash Warren, are ending their marriage. The couple, who has been together for nearly two decades, has decided to part ways, but they are doing so with mutual respect and love. In a heartfelt Instagram post shared on Thursday, Jessica revealed that she has been on a journey of self-discovery and personal growth for several years. This journey has been a shared experience with her husband, but it has also been deeply personal. While she values the bond they built over the years, she feels it is now time for a new chapter in her life. Jessica expressed her pride in the marriage they shared and acknowledged the challenges and joys they experienced together. However, she emphasized that this decision was made thoughtfully and with a sense of optimism for the future. Credits: wikicommons JD Lasica from Pleasanton, CA, US, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons A Message of Love and Respect In her post, Jessica made it clear that there is no animosity between her and Cash. She wrote, “We are moving forward with love, kindness, and respect for each other and will forever be family.” She also highlighted the importance of their children, stressing that they remain the couple’s top priority. She concluded her message with a request for privacy as they navigate this transition. The couple shares three children: Honor, 16, Haven, 12, and Hayes, 7. Jessica assured her followers that their focus will always be on ensuring their children’s happiness and well-being. Signs of Change The news of their separation came as a surprise to many, but recent signs hinted at changes in their relationship. Reports emerged that the couple had been seen without their wedding rings in public, sparking speculation about the state of their marriage. Jessica and Cash first met in 2004 on the set of the superhero movie Fantastic Four. Jessica was one of the film’s stars, while Cash worked as a director’s assistant. The pair quickly developed a strong connection, and their relationship blossomed. They got engaged in 2007 and tied the knot a year later in a private ceremony. Reflecting on Their Journey Their nearly 20-year marriage has been filled with ups and downs, like any long-term partnership. Over the years, they built a life together that included raising their three children and supporting each other’s professional and personal goals. In her Instagram post, Jessica reflected on their shared journey, acknowledging the love and memories they created together. She expressed gratitude for the time they spent as partners and for the lessons they learned along the way. Moving Forward While the news of their divorce marks the end of an era for Jessica and Cash, it is also the beginning of a new phase in their lives. Jessica’s message conveyed a sense of hope and determination as she looks ahead. She shared that this decision is part of her ongoing growth as a person, and she remains optimistic about what the future holds. Jessica and Cash’s commitment to co-parenting their children with love and respect is a testament to their dedication as parents. Despite their separation, they are determined to maintain a strong and supportive family dynamic. A Private Matter In her statement, Jessica emphasized the importance of privacy during this time. She expressed her gratitude for the support and understanding of her fans and asked for their continued respect as she and Cash focus on their family. Divorces can be challenging, especially when they involve public figures. However, Jessica and Cash’s decision to handle their separation with kindness and mutual respect sets an example of how such situations can be approached with dignity. credits: wikicommons Miguel from London, United Kingdom, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons A New Chapter As Jessica moves forward, she is embracing this new chapter of her life with courage and self-awareness. Her message resonated with many fans, who praised her honesty and vulnerability. The actress has long been admired for her talent, beauty, and entrepreneurial spirit. Over the years, she has built a successful career in Hollywood and beyond, including founding The Honest Company, which focuses on sustainable and ethical products. As she navigates this personal transition, Jessica’s focus remains on her family and personal growth. Her decision to share her journey with her followers shows her commitment to staying authentic and connected with her fans. Lessons from Their Story Jessica and Cash’s story is a reminder that relationships evolve over time, and sometimes, parting ways can be the healthiest choice for everyone involved. Their willingness to approach their separation with kindness and understanding is a valuable lesson in how to handle life’s challenges with grace. As the couple embarks on their individual paths, their shared dedication to their children and respect for each other will undoubtedly remain a cornerstone of their lives. Jessica’s openness about her journey offers inspiration to others facing similar challenges, showing that endings can also be new beginnings. Read the full article

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Jessica Alba and Cash Warren’s 3 Kids: Meet Honor, Haven and Hayes

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Celebrity Splits, Divorces of 2025: Jessica Alba and Cash Warren

2025 kicked off with a slew of celebrity breakups. Two months after first sparking split rumors, Jessica Simpson announced that she and Eric Johnson had called it quits after 10 years of marriage. “Eric and I have been living separately navigating a painful situation in our marriage,” she told Us Weekly in a January 13 statement. “Our children come first, and we are focusing on what is best for…

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Jessica Alba reflects on life changes amid divorce

Jessica Alba has announced her separation from husband Cash Warren after 16 years of marriage. In an Instagram post on Thursday, the 43-year-old actress shared that the decision comes as part of a journey of “self-realisation and transformation,” both individually and as a couple. The couple, who met on the set of Fantastic Four in 2004, share three children: Honor (16), Haven (13), and Hayes…

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Running Like Water

Chapter 9

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

A/N: this was a short little thing I wrote when I came back from vacation so enjoy

word count: 3k

Javier watches you peel off and continues at the party like that was normal. Like laughing shoulder to shoulder with you wasn't a privilege. If it weren't for your abrupt departure, Javi would have walked back into that party with a pep in his step. Javier avoided any eye contact with people from his graduating class as he made his way back to the table.

Genie placed the baby in his lap, Marisol .

Javier always wanted to be a dad, so when your baby sister reached to grip on a hair hanging from his mustache, Javier folded over in a fit of laughter. Javier had been raised by the best dad. Even when his mom was around, it was Chucho who waited at the bus stop, rubbed vicks on his chest when he had a cold and picked out his picture date outfits. He knew what being a good father was, he just feared he didn't know what a good mother looked like. He was afraid he’d choose the wrong person and not realize it. He also knew that no matter who he ended up having a child with, he would do anything to keep that family together for the baby.

Frankie and Genie invited Javier to their home after the party, considering it was a kids birthday it ended earlier than most. At 7 pm Javi told his father he would be home late, Chucho was just happy to see Javier smiling. The couple's home was beautiful, 3 bedrooms and a backyard. Javier tilted and frowned in approval as he sat in their back deck with a cold beer. Felt like yesterday when Javier watched Frankie pathetically follow Genie’s uninterested self around. Now she sat with a big rock on her ring finger, making sure it’s seen with every hair brush and hand gesture.

Javier shrugged off his brown leather jacket and leaned against it as he watched Frankie detail the jet skiing accident the two of them had in Puerto Rico, how he thinks Genie up-played her injury to be taken care of by him. She protested but eventually admitted which had Javier laughing a loud one.

Observing the beer in Genevieve's hand Javier finally asks. “So when am I becoming a godfather?” He crosses his arms and leans back, watching his best friend's face split in a smile at the question. The sound of the electric bug zapper buzzing above Javier’s head offers a strange comfort to him. The sounds of his hometown waved in a large contrast from his life in the city.

Genie smiles too, “After the wedding, is the plan. We bought a big house for a reason.” She laughs, Javier knew the three bedrooms was a smart decision. “And you? When are we getting little Javier Peña’s? Pequeños hombres con bigote corriendo por ahí, ¿pronto?”

Javier slowly shakes his head with an awkward laugh, he knew the question came from a place of curiosity- he also knew Genie probably just wanted to know why he came to Laredo alone. Frankie also leaned in for his answer. He was nosy just like his fiance.

“Well, me and Lorraine have been separated for a while now. Might have to wait until after Colombia.” It doesn't pain him to admit, these two had known him since he was in middle school, they never made him feel judged. Javi just hoped you were not upset at home, he also hoped you didn't call his house.

The twin flames mirror a nod of empathy and understanding. Javier could vomit at how in sync the two were all the time. Javier watches Genie’s face deviously quirk into a smile while staring at him, Javier furrows his own in confusion. Frankie snaps his head to his girl, “Why are you smiling you psycho, he just told us he broke up with his girlfriend-of-forever.” It's not angrily, as his face is biting away a smile.

Javier is fighting a laugh too at the look on Genie’s face before she brings the beer to her lips and murmurs, “You still have Andrea…”

In unison Javier and Frankie’s eyes bulge from their heads at her scheming face knowing she just stirred the pot with the one comment. Frankie is practically falling from his chair from the shock. “You need to let go of this sick fantasy baby.” Frankie shakes his head, Javier’s chest aching at the joke, he didn’t see this coming. Javier still feeling out of the loop in the playful banter between the two, Frankie tunes and fills him in. “Genie has had this joke for years-obviously when Andrea was freshman she had a crush on you, Genie thinks you two are going to just end up together and the thought makes me insane so she won’t let it go-”

“My god Frankie she’s 22, you need to give it up, if Andrea wants a piece of Peña, so be it!”

Frankie shakes his head in protest, “Ew, please. I’ll kill both of you-you and Andrea.” He wags a finger in Javi’s face and Javier places his hands up in defense, he truly thought that Frankie would be over those whole bro code rule of little sisters being off limits. Little Sister, you’re 22 for crying out loud. Javier thought it was all a bit absurd. Yet the guilt never leaves.

Genie shakes her head in laughter, “Javier-if you want to be with Andrea, go for it. She needs a good man for once, you should be rejoiced if they end up together.”

“Stop-”

There is a bit more guilt in Javier's stomach when he imagines you laid under him, gripping at his arms while he lowers himself in you. Fisting the weight between his legs, his stomach drawing tight having to be quiet which he wasn’t used to since for the last six years he could please himself without fear of someone listening in.

Seeing you like that was overwhelming, wondering if you still would get red at him touching you like before. Wondering if you’d learn some more over the years. Wondered if you wouldn’t care about Javier’s preference to be in control. So curious to see what noises you’d make now. Panting, your name in broken syllables. His hand holding his body up over his bed, leaving a space under him for you. Finishing in thick white ropes making a mess of his bed when he thinks of you fucked out under him. Nearly collapsing at how hard he comes, he rolls onto his back.

Staring at the ceiling, how good he had just felt. He couldn't feel guilty, even after your brothers rant about bro code. How despite Javier being the only man he trusts, he still wouldn't want him around you in that capacity. It used to make Javier nervous when he was a junior-your brother's opinion. But it's been years, the two of you are adults with lived experiences. He got the idea back then. You were only sixteen, inexperienced and unmuddled by all the things a man could do to a woman- and Javier had been an expert in that field by the time he was seventeen. Then you were innocent, inexperienced- what guilt he would feel if he had left you stained by his own selfish desire.

He groans and gets up to change his sheets, wrapping his stained one tightly and stuffed in his hamper. He readjusts the waistband of his sleep pants and sits at the edge of his bed rubbing his face in shame. He just couldn't believe that you didn't punch him square in the face, god knows he deserved it. How pretty you looked holding your sister against you. Javier couldn't help but broadcast the image in the forefront of his brain when Genie asked about having kids.

It had been three days since he’s seen you. Two nights since his conversation with Frankie and Genie. Javier was bad at conversations of the future. He was even worse at conversations surrounding you. He also was just the worst ever when he got drunk.

Truthfully switching out beer for cigarettes made his tolerance lower in a way he was foreign to. The day after Javier saw you he worked with his dad all day and decided to go out to the new bar on main street with your brother. Javi had been downing beers since he was 12 so starting a tab, with a cigarette in hand and a drink in another felt casual enough. Javier realized soon enough that his tolerance wasn’t the same. He was a smoker and a social drinker, -of beer. So he isn’t sure what told him to keep ordering rum. Spilling his training stories to the bartender who seemed to be interested, or maybe it was Javier’s intoxicated brain telling him that the man was interested. Frankie listened on in amusement. His smile failing to fade.

Frankie’s smile faded at a point into the night, around 11 pm when the bar began loading with more people. “I heard a rumor about you when you went away.” He opens, Javier is a bit tipsy and unfazed. He liked this game, confirm or deny. He had a lot of things he had done and a lot of things people made up, he laughed at it all.

“Hit me.” He brings his 4th beer to his lips with a smile that Frankie didn't have. Frankie didn't look like you at all honestly. He was paler, eyes more droopy and downturned. He had the eyes of a stoner his whole life, and his nose was angular and strong. But he had that smile you had, when they had first became friends Javier was a bit jealous of his smile.

Frankie looks away and rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “I know that you hooked up with my sister.”

The crease in between Javier’s strong brows cracked. His chest rising for a second, feeling some heat spread across his chest. “I-” He starts but Frankie shakes his head in disapproval, placing his beer on the table. "It was a long time-"

“I know it was a long time ago- and someone mentioned it to me, I really thought about driving up to Houston myself and killing you.” Frankie’s gleam with a foreign look of distaste, Javier does not dare speak. He feels like a child caught sneaking a cookie from the jar, as Frankie continues. “Heard it was just a kiss-had time to decompress and not completely lose my shit, Genie helped me with that.” He sips again.

Javier's fists are balled up by his side as he sat, digging his blunt nails into his palm. “Anyway its been years, I’ve had years to reflect on a lot of things, reflected on my own relationship with my sister. I wasn't the best brother, I was mean to her… fuck I mean I was the second man in her life to just let her down. I never protected her, I guess all I did was protect her from you for some reason.”

Javier’s lips quirk in a frown, confused, “From me? You know i’d never-”

Frankie cuts him off again, “I know. I-fuck, I never saw you as a bad guy Javi, you're my best friend. I just knew Andrea really liked you and I tried to shield her from you hurting her but I think I failed at that too.”

“Don't say that-”

“Javi jesus just listen to me.” He closes his eyes and pinches his nose bridge. “My little sister has been through a lot and what you did to her was really fucking selfish, I mean you sent her all these mixed signals and you knew you were leaving and you kiss her. It may not seem that serious to you, but put yourself in her shoes-she was 16 and had been crushin on you since she was 12. You kiss her and you go back to your girl and you leave.” Javier feels a ball of emotion in his throat, in that moment he hadn't known that a confrontation like this lived deep in his fears.

“I’m just asking you not to cross that line again, no matter how much she may want you again because she will-just don't be selfish again. Because I love you but I love her more, and I won't fail her again.”

Frankie squeezes Javier's shoulders and abandons him at the bar.

Javier sits, embarrassed with his heart skipping beats in his chest. Counting his breaths before calming down.

His eyes land on a pair of eyes across the bar. Through a clenched jaw and panicked eyes Javier regrettably makes his way over to the girl.

Josefina Alto, was the girl Javier drunkenly fucked in a bathroom stall that night.

You found out about the Josefina debacle without having to ask. You actually wouldn’t even have guessed that’s what Javier got himself into during the days you had decided not to call.

When you went home after the party you had a panic attack. It was crushing, and itching and you couldn’t figure out the source-or which was the source.

It could have been seeing Javier after so long-but it also could have very likely have been the sick feeling Xavier gave you with his comment. You felt that panic sear through you and split you in half when your ex smiled in satisfaction after digging at the place that hurt you most.

You had to leave and looking into the eyes of Javier only made it worse. Calling him wasn’t a plan you had, despite the slightly pleasant conversation the two of you shared. The olive branch of communication that you extended came accidentally, out of instinct.

No matter how much you wanted to grow from him, just like Chucho predicted. You just can’t. He couldn’t either.

You were nervous to ring him. You thought you’d pick a day and just call him to go out with you. Platonically . You needed a more casual setting to catch up, maybe you’d invite your brother and sister in law, just to make it easier.

That idea got washed quickly. It got washed the second day when you went for your morning walk. You tap your face, your hand nearly sticking to the sweat on your cheeks. Even being in Miami for nearly 7 months, coming back to Texas it’s heat still gets you. That Miami sun though, coming through your dorm window right after partying until 5 am, it was not ideal.

Your morning nature walk was a routine you coined in college. You usually did it after a night of partying, it was needed to reflect on the night before and be one with nature after being reckless at a club. You didn’t go out much when you were home so the gym and your morning walk is what you got to call yours.

Your first stop was always the corner store on Elden. Making your way in the narrow aisles digging for your favorite vanilla wafers. That was when you heard Josefina from the other side of the chip stand.

“I hadn’t even known he came back to Laredo, I had to take the chance.”

You stopped in your tracks and slowly dug through the chips. Small town culture most definitely infiltrated in your DNA, you stilled at the sound of gossip.

“Well everyone at the party was talking about him splitting with Lorraine.” The other voice chimed, Luana Pacheco, you knew that nasally voice anywhere. She was in your graduating class and spoke the loudest in class, no shock you can hear her now.

The chisme in town must be at a low for Javier coming home to be a hot topic. But since it was him, you faked an interest in the nutritional facts of a lays chips bag.

Josefina laughs, “Girl I know- I wouldn’t have fucked him if he was with that poor girl, you didn’t even let me finish the story!” She groans.

The goddamn lays from your hands drop and make its loudest crinkling sound imaginable. How in the world is this bodega so silent?

Your eyes scan around you and you play it cool by continuing your search for chips you weren’t interested in. Fucked him? You mouth to yourself, maldito descarado . Been home for less then a week and already fucking around.

“Well! continue, you said you wanted a coke right?”

“Pepsi- but we were flirting and next thing you know I’m dragging him to the bathroom, Lu-I have never been fucked like that in my life. I was shaking by the end, like I heard rumors but-”

With that you snatch a can of pringles and part from the aisle, deciding that was enough of the conversation. Your stomach flipping in jealousy and something else. Shaking?

Your stomach pits and you exit the store in a breeze, earning a stare from the girls. You hadn't even heard the cashier yelling for you to pay for the chips you left the store with.

The nostalgic ring to his home phone cut into his brain piecing his night out together, he remembers Josefina kissing him and he remembers her over the bathroom sink. He just lets the phone ring waiting for his dad to pick up from the other room since it was probably for him. Javier stares at the light blue phone slightly shaking at its ear splitting loudness before deciding to pick up for himself. His dad was probably snoring, it was 11 pm on a Thursday.

“Jesus christ, I thought you were going to send me to voicemail.” Javier’s brows shoot at the sound of your voice and his eyes snap around the room and to the picture of him and Frankie on his dresser. Theres the guilt.

“Oh, sorry. I didn't think you'd call so…” He looks over to the clock, ten minutes until 12. “Late”

You sigh over the phone, "Could you be at my house in the next ten minutes, I need to get out of here."

Javier closes his eyes.

"I’m just asking you not to cross that line again, no matter how much she may want you again because she will-just don't be selfish again."

"I'll be there in five."

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Stefanie Keenan/Getty Images for Baby2Baby Jessica Alba and Cash Warren welcomed three children before parting ways romantically in January 2025. “I’m proud of how we’ve grown in our marriage over the last 20 years and it’s now time for us to embark on a new chapter of growth and evolution as individuals,” Alba via Instagram on January 16, confirming their separation. “We are moving forward with love, kindness and respect for each other and will forever be family. Our children remain our highest priority, and we request privacy at this time.” Alba’s children, Honor, Haven and Hayes, have always been her and Warren’s priority — even if they don’t know how hip their parents are. “My kids do not think I’m cool,” Alba exclusively told Us Weekly in August 2024. She joked that her and Honest Renovations costar Lizzy Mathis are “the best of the worst” in their kids’ eyes. Related: Jessica Alba and Cash Warren’s Family Album Over the Years Jessica Alba and Cash Warren have long bragged about their three shared children, sharing adorable updates and sweet family insights. The couple’s eldest daughter, Honor, arrived one month after their May 2008 nuptials, followed by Haven in August 2011. Alba later gave birth to son Hayes in December 2017. The actress called her youngest “the […] Alba revealed, “My kids just don’t think parents in general are cool because they’re, like, ‘Oh, what do they know?’ Cause obviously [they know].” She added that her kids “think my friends are cool,” but she and Warren were not on that list. Scroll down to meet Alba and Warren’s three children: Honor Marie Warren Stefanie Keenan/Getty Images for Jessica Alba Alba and Warren’s eldest child, daughter Honor, was born on June 7, 2008. (When Alba was nine-months pregnant with Honor she and Warren eloped and tied the knot at a courthouse.) Alba was inspired during her pregnancy with Honor to create the Honest Company, after the actress had an adverse reaction to baby detergent. Alba stepped down from the company in April 2024. The Fantastic Four actress has been vocal about her highs and lows with Honor, revealing in January 2024 that the mother-daughter duo went to therapy together. “Honor was probably 11, and we were arguing all the time about dumb stuff. And I was like, ‘I don’t want to live like this. This is not fun,’” Alba told Real Simple at the time. “I didn’t want us to have a wedge between us. As her mother, when I say something, she’s going to hear it as an argument or as me trying to control her. I wanted there to be someone who could explain things in a way I couldn’t.” She confessed that the session with Honor “put [me] in check.” In June 2024, Alba gushed about her firstborn as she turned 16. “Your sweet but wise disposition from day one — only allowing those who you trust closest to you — is inspiring,” she wrote via Instagram. “Those who will treat challenges between you with softness, can be silly and most importantly who are authentic to their core. You sniff out fake people like no other. You are effortless in standing in your truth, you are considerate, and kind and you care deeply about everyone around you.” Haven Garner Warren Stefanie Keenan/Getty Images for Jessica Alba The pair’s second daughter, Haven, was born on August 13, 2011. She was named because she was born inside her amniotic sac, or as Warren told Alba, “She was born in her safe haven.” Unlike her big sister, Haven has red hair, which caught Alba off guard. “I really only expected my child to look like Honor,” the actress told People in 2011. “When the two of us made such a different-looking kid it was like, ‘OK, I guess we can do this too!’ It was a nice little surprise.” Related: Jessica Alba's Daughters Lift Mom's Looks for 'Trigger Warning' Premiere Jessica Alba is thrilled to see her daughters, Honor and Haven, borrow some of her iconic looks. Alba, 43, who shares Honor, 16, and Haven, 12, with husband Cash Warren, shared a photo of her and her daughters posing on the red carpet at the premiere of her Netflix film, Trigger Warning. “Throwing it back […] Alba revealed in July 2022 that she began taking Haven to therapy with her, as she did with Honor before. “Around puberty is when it’s the time I think, for me, with my girls,” she told Glamour UK. “That’s when they started to sort of shut down and get really like, ‘I don’t want to talk any more.’ And I’m like, ‘We’re not doing this.’” Alba praised Haven on her 13th birthday in August 2024, writing via Instagram, “My sweet Havie, the day you entered this world, my heart expanded in ways that words can’t fully capture. The love I felt for you was immediate and overwhelming — beyond anything I could have imagined. You arrived in the most extraordinary way, born in the caul, and from that moment, you have embodied your name, being a true safe #Haven for all of us.” Hayes Alba Warren Gotham/GC Images Warren and Alba’s youngest child and only son, Hayes, was born on December 31, 2017. For Alba, a baby boy was an answer to her prayers. Thank You! You have successfully subscribed. “For me … the girls love their dad. I wanted someone to love me more,” she joked ahead of Hayes’ arrival, telling Rachael Ray in October 2017, “When he comes home, they’re like, ‘Daddy!’ It’s like a party.” When Hayes was nearly 4, Alba visited The Rachael Ray Show and teased in September 2021 that he was a “nice break from the drama” of her two girls. The following year, she honored Hayes via Instagram. “I love you more than words could ever express my sweet boy. Your spirit is pure love and joy!” Alba wrote via Instagram in December 2022. “I love everything that makes you you! Please remember to always give mama tight squeezes and smooches no matter how big you get!” https://www.usmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/Jessica-Alba-and-Cash-Warren-s-3-Kids-Get-to-Know-Daughters-Honor-and-Haven-Son-Hayes-765.jpg?crop=0px%2C246px%2C1384px%2C726px&resize=1200%2C630&quality=40&strip=all 2025-01-18 01:14:13

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