#imagina javier peña

[cherry-holmes]

REGRET

Part 1

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

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Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

Part 2

[creedslove]

eu só queria que deserve it estivesse acontecendo na minha vida real 🥰🥰

E eu então???

Eu vivo por esse plot, embora eu escreva bastante Joel ultimamente, o Javi tá sempre na minha mente enquanto eu penso no que fazer nos capítulos.

Ele é simplesmente um vício, a gente sabe que no fundo não presta (Javier Peña é piranha demais) mas não consegue ficar sem.

Agora imagina a minha situação: sábado quase meia noite, deitada no escuro, sozinha, com cólica e dor de cabeça sofrendo porque eu queria estar sentada no colinho do Javier acariciando o cabelo dele enquanto ele fica com o rosto apoiado ou no meus seios ou no meu pescoço. Eu tava literalmente o meme do lula falando "por favor, me ajuda" 🤣

Eu tô amando tanto essa série, eu não sei se vou conseguir parar de escreve-la tão cedo.

Obrigada por acompanhar, amiga 😘

[mariabolivar12]

UNA NOCHE DE BAILE

emparejamiento: Horacio carrillo x Reader agente DEA! fem

resumen: un viernes por la noche, brisa fresca buen clima, buena compañía, que otra motivación podrías encontrar para sacar a bailar al hombre más temido por los narcos, pero al mismo tiempo el hombre que más has deseado.

advertencias: ninguna, menciones de alcohol, cigarrillos.

                        Noche de viernes, clima fresco y fin de semana, esa sin duda es la escusa perfecta para salir a bailar, luego de una semana extenuante sin duda es la mejor manera de tomarse un descanso, trabajar para la DEA sin duda alguna no es la mejor opción laboral si quieres salir de fiesta con tus amigos y menos si tu misión es atrapar al mafioso exportador de coca más famoso del momento, pero gracias al señor que tu compañero Javier peña es la persona idónea para cuando de planes de fin de semana se habla; desde que inició la semana había insistido en salir a bailar y porque no? La idea era buena y no te desagrado, cuando preguntaste quien más iría te dijo que solo invitaría a Steve, Connie, Trujillo y un par de personas más.

Javi te dijo que era un lugar pequeño pero agradable, era un lugar donde los locales pasaban de vez en cuando para tomarse un par de copas y salir a bailar un poco de salsa y eso sin duda alguna era lo que necesitabas en ese preciso momento, desde afuera del sitio se sentía el ambiente fiestero y agradable, el lugar estaba lleno pero no abarrotado de personas como lo estaría cualquier bar un viernes por la noche; esa noche te decidiste por un vestido de verano rojo con flores que te cubría hasta un poquito mas arriba de las rodillas con un escote no demasiado llamativo pero apenas para la ocasión, llevabas puestas unas sandalias marrones, maquillaje ligero y un pequeño bolso color dorado, llevaste el cabello suelto con pequeños rulos naturales que caían libremente, era una noche fresca así que no había necesidad de peinarte el cabello; ingresaste al lugar y lo primero que notaste era la gran pista de baile llena de parejas que se movían al son de la música.

Escaneaste el lugar en busca de tus amigos cuando lo viste, de pie en la barra con una camisa negra manga larga arremangada hasta los codos, un pantalón de vestir gris y unos zapatos clásicos negros finamente pulidos, llevaba en su muñeca su infaltable reloj, solo que notaste que esta vez no era el reloj negro de plástico con el que siempre lo veías, no, este era plateado de acero con una franja negra en medio algo muy inusual para él, ya que incluso cuando no vestía el uniforme su ropa era muy formal y muy rígida con colores nada llamativos, pero sin duda alguna este cambio le sentaba muy bien, si ya de por si se ve guapo con solo su uniforme, este cambio de look lo hace lucir mucho mas guapo de lo que ya es.

Tenia que admitir que la idea de venir a un bar con sus compañeros de trabajo a bailar no era muy atractiva para él, además de esto estaba el hecho que desde que tenia veinte años no salía a bailar y mucho menos salsa, pero aun así decidió que salir un rato y disfrutar del aire fresco no era tan mala idea, cuando llego al sitio lo primero que hizo fue saludar a las pocas personas que conocía, se sorprendió un poco al ver a Trujillo en el lugar pero aun así lo saludo a el y a su señora esposa, se sentó a conversar un rato y luego se levanto de la mesa y se dirigió al bar por un trago de wiskhy; ya estando en el bar espero a que el mesero le despachara el trago, desde que llego no a podido dejar de pensar en ti no sabe que es lo que le pasa pero no deja de pensar en ti, se imagina bailando contigo una de las canciones de salsa románticas que se reproducen a máximo volumen en el lugar; desde que llegaste a Colombia y desde que apareciste en su oficina con una sonrisa maravillosamente hermosa y brillante, cuando te escucho hablar, desde ahí sabia que iba a hacer imposible olvidarte y efectivamente así fue, no ha podido dejar de pensar en ti, la manera en la que le hablas con tanta paciencia y admiración, la forma que miras cada vez que lago te gusta, ese brillo en tus ojos cada vez que sonríes, la manera en la que tratas a sus soldados como si fueran parte de tu familia, la forma tan valiente a la que te enfrentas a los delincuentes, luego esta la lealtad que le tienes no solo a él sino también a este país, eras nativa de este país lo sabe porque Javier se lo conto en una de las tantas conversaciones que tuvieron sobre ti, supo también que tuviste una infancia muy linda, pero que cuando entraste en tu adolescencia tuviste que salir con tu familia del país gracias al conflicto armado en Colombia, mismo que te quito a tu hermano mayor, le dispararon justo cuando salía de su apartamento en Bogotá y en el cual te estabas quedando por el fin de semana, tu hermano fue sub-oficial del ejército y en su momento se dedicó a la erradicación de cultivos ilícitos y a la desmantelacion de carteles  al margen del ley, no fue cualquier fue el mejor en su división y fue el condecorado dos veces por su labor en la selva como comandante al mando de operaciones en contra de la guerrilla, según los medios tu hermano fue brutalmente asesinado por no aceptar el soborno de uno de los carteles, pero según lo que investigo y teniendo en cuenta lo poco que le conto Javier, no fue por eso el motivo, sino más bien era por beneficio de la institución, tu hermano estaba en el blanco de un cartel exportador de cocaína que estaba exportando coca desde la selva con la protección de la guerrilla y del gobierno, al parecer tu hermano se había encargado de molestarlos y eso no les gusto, el hecho es que destituyeron a tu hermano, pero él no se quedó callado revelo varios nombres de oficiales que estaban en la nómina del cartel y como se imaginó esto ocasiono que los narcos se pusieran en marcha, le hicieron inteligencia por más de un mes y aprovecharon la oportunidad para acribillarlo a bala en la puerta de su casa siendo tú la única testigo del hecho y la última persona en vero con vida, luego de esto se inició una investigación que se cerro debido a que la fiscalía nunca dio con el culpable, nunca supieron quien lo asesino, verlo morir te destrozo, pero aun así te levantaste y seguiste adelante, se fueron a estados unidos y gracias a tus conocimientos de inteligencia te aceptaron en la academia, te ascendieron a agente de la DEA te asignaron un tiempo en miami, hasta que llegaste a Colombia, a pesar de todo lo que te paso siempre te veía sonreír, sin importar que siempre eras optimista, siempre estabas dispuesta a ayudar, se encontró a menudo sonriendo cuando te veía jugar con sus jóvenes cadetes, muchas veces la única motivación que tenía para ir al trabajo era verte, ese era el motivo por el que se encontraba de buen humor y si estaba de mal humor tu sonrisa y el sonido de tu voz era lo único que lo calmaba, está enamorado eso es seguro; sus pensamientos fueron interrumpidos por el camarero cuando le entrego el vaso de wiskhy que estaba esperando, cuando tomo el primer sorbo de la bebida fue cuando sintió que los estaban observando, giro su cabeza buscando a la persona que lo estaba observando, fue entonces cuando su mirada aterrizo en ti, de no ser porque estaba apoyado en la barra de madera se habría caído, sus rodillas se debilitaron y su boca se abrió ligeramente “esta hermosa” pensó, literalmente se quedo sin habla y sin aire, le quitaste el aire de los pulmones y se olvido de como respirar, por poco y se le resbala el vaso de la mano.

Cruzaron miradas un gran rato, tus pies se empezaron a mover y no sabes en que momento paso, pero lo que si sabes es que en el momento que estuviste frente a él, te regalo la sonrisa mas genuina y hermosa que habías visto en su hermoso rostro, además que era la primera vez que la veías, te quito el aliento, te quedaste sin palabras se veía hermoso nunca un hombre se había visto más hermoso sonriendo.

-hola…-

-hola……te ves hermosa, de verdad te ves muy linda-

-gracias coronel…usted también se ve muy bien-levanto la mano para silenciarte y dijo

-dime horacio, no estamos en el trabajo y por favor trátame de tu-

-está bien horacio-Dios mentiría si dijera que no le gusto como sonó eso, escuchar su nombre nunca le había parecido mas placentero, pero viniendo de ti ahora se convirtió en su sonido favorito, tu voz siempre había sido su sonido favorito y con esto lo comprobó.

Justo en el momento en el que comenzó a sonar su canción favorita y tenia pensado invitarte a bailar aparece Javier inoportuno peña, reunió todo la fuerza que había en el para no voltear los ojos y sacarlo a patas de ahí.

-hey hermosa, llegaste al fin porque no bienes a sentarte con nosotros…que quieres de tomar, un wiskhy, coctel, vodka o algo más fuerte? –

-un wiskhy está bien Javi, gracias-

-okey wiskhy en camino, vamos- Javi te tomo de la mano y comenzó a caminar, pero antes de que te arrastrara a la mesa, te soltaste de su agarre y te paraste frente a horacio y le preguntaste mirándolo a los ojos

-vienes…horacio? -le tendiste la mano y viste la vacilación en su rostro, aun así, te tendió la mano y seguiste a Javi hacia la mesa ahora con horacio justo detrás de ti, no pudiste verla, pero en el momento en el que mencionaste su nombre una pequeña sonrisa se formó en su rostro.

Llegaron a la mesa donde todos estaban sentados, era una mesa rectangular, donde se encontraban sentados Steve y su esposa Connie, Trujillo y su esposa, Javier en un extremo y había dos sillas vacías una en la dedujiste que estaba sentado horacio y la otra en la que seguramente te ibas a sentar tú, saludaste a todos en la mesa y Trujillo te presento a su esposa, cuando terminaste de saludar a todos y te sentaste en la silla te diste cuenta de que hasta ese preciso momento no habías soltado la mano de horacio, quien no parecía importarle en lo más mínimo e incluso había entrelazado sus dedos y estaba trazando patrones relajantes con su pulgar en el dorso de tu mano.

Llevabas mucho tiempo sentada en la mesa, entre risas y mucho alcohol, Steve y Connie se habían levantado hace mucho para bailar y Trujillo y su esposa siguieron su ejemplo, quedaron solamente Javi, horacio y tu en la mesa, pero conociendo a Javi como lo conoces sabias que no estaba sentado porque quería, de hecho estaba mirando a una mujer que estaba justo enfrente de su mesa, poco después de eso se levantó también y la saco a bailar, esto los deja a ambos sentados en la mesa uno al lado del otro sin saber que decir, el único contacto que tenían eran sus manos todavía entrelazadas que ahora se encontraban en tu regazo, mientras tu jugabas con sus dedos el tomaba tranquilamente de la botella de cerveza que tenia a la mitad, cuando menos lo creías comenzó a sonar tu canción favorita, tu sonrisa no paraba de crecer, escuchaste un sonido fuerte miraste en la dirección de tu acompañante, había golpeado la cerveza contra la superficie de madera se levanto de la silla y se soltó del agarre de tus manos te tendió la mano en una invitación silenciosa, no dudaste ni un segundo en aceptarla y se dirigieron a la pista de baile.

Te tomo de la cintura pegándote a su pecho y tu enroscaste tus brazos alrededor de su cuello, comenzaron a moverse a ritmo de la música mientras se miraban a los ojos, se perdieron tanto el uno en el otro que se habían olvidado de que estaban rodeado de sus compañeros de trabajo.

Alrededor de ustedes dos, las anteriores tres parejas se habían detenido a mirar la escena ante ellos

-sabias que tu jefe baila mi amor? - pregunto la esposa de Trujillo

-no la verdad no tenia idea, pero lo hace incluso mejor que yo-con esta declaración volvieron a la pista de baile, quien lo diría el coronel horacio carrillo, el oficial líder a cargo de uno de los comandos elite mas importantes en el país tendría tan buenos dotes de baile pues si los tiene y al parecer unos muy buenos.

Era tan fluido sus movimientos que si no estuvieras ahora mismo bailando con el nunca creerías que fuera capaz de bailar de esa forma, sus manos viajaron de nuevo a tu cintura mientras pegabas tu espalda a su amplio pecho y movías tus caderas junto con las suyas, tomaste sus manos entre las tuyas y las desplazaste por todo tu cuerpo tus manos cobraron vida y llegaron hasta la su nuca donde enredaste tus dedos en los pequeños rulos que se formaban en la base de su cuello, te giro hasta que quedaste enfrente suyo de nuevo cruzaron miradas.

-no sabía que podía bailar así mi coronel-dijiste con un poquito de picardía y dirigiendo tu mirada hacia sus labios

-que otro talento tiene escondido mi coronel? –

-bueno, soy especialista robando besos-

-ah? Enserio, pues como dice el dicho hasta no ver no creer-

-bueno-

Cuando menos te lo esperabas sus labios se estrellaron con los tuyos en un beso apasionado pero tierno al mismo tiempo, seguiste con gusto el beso y enredaste tus dedos en su cabello acercándolo mas a ti si es que eso era posible, sus grandes manos te tomaron con mas fuerza de la cintura atrayéndote lo más posible al él, de todas las formas que imaginaste este beso sin duda esta era la mejor y la que superaba todas tus expectativas, paso su lengua por tu labio inferior pidiendo acceso a tu boca y por Dios claro que se lo diste su lengua exploro tu boca y la tuya la suya sabia ligeramente a wiskhy y a tabaco; acabo la canción qué pareció interminable y aunque no querían separarse aun así lo hicieron para tomar aire, juntaron sus frentes con los ojos cerrados mientras seguían abrazados sin querer soltarse todavía temiendo que si lo hacían se despertarían de un sueño

-le digo algo mi coronel? -

-mmhhm-

-es el mejor hombre que eh conocido y esta sin duda ha sido la mejor noche de mi vida-

-bueno esta es la segunda mejor noche de mi vida-

-porque es la segunda? -

-porque la primera fue la primera noche que soñé contigo- y ahí estaba ese hermoso sonido de nuevo, no había ninguna melodía mas maravillosa para el que el sonido de tu risa ese sonido lleno de alegría y amor, no se cansaría nunca de repetirlo; separo su frente de la tuya y coloco sus manos a cada lado de tu cara, te dio un pequeño beso en los labios y mirándote a los ojos te dijo

-(t/n) (t/a), te amo con todo mi corazón y te prometo que nunca voy a permitir que alguien te haga daño, además quiero que cuando nos casemos tengamos diez hijos y una casa gigante llena de animalitos-

-jajaja, horacio carrillo yo también te amo con toda mi vida, pero ni en sueños voy a tener diez hijos, así que gracias por expresarme tus sentimientos, pero no voy a poder cumplir con la otra parte del trato así que considera tu propuesta y deposítala en el buzón de sugerencias-

-jajajajaja, te amo-

-y yo a ti-

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Consultar Saldo Red Bus

En varias ciudades de Argentina las líneas de colectivos y trolebuses tienen una sola forma de pago del pasaje por medio de la tarjeta Red Bus, sin embargo, en algunos usuarios se les ha complicado el simple hecho de hacer uso de ella e incluso cómo consultar saldo Red Bus y precisamente de eso hablaremos en esta ocasión.

En primer lugar, se trata de una tarjeta magnética imprescindible para los ciudadanos argentinos que quieren movilizarse de un lugar a otro.

En ese sentido, muchas personas han adquirido esta tarjeta con el objetivo de dejar de usar monedas y utilizar los sistemas de transporte urbanos.

Cómo consultar saldo Red Bus

Tal vez no lo sepas, pero existen muchas formas para consultar el saldo de Red Bus. Ya sea usando la plataforma virtual de la empresa o por medio de la aplicación para teléfonos móviles con sistema operativo iOS y Android.

A continuación, te explicaremos cómo puedes solicitar información relacionada a tu saldo usando ambos métodos.

Consultar saldo Red Bus en Línea

Primero abrir el siguiente enlace: http://www.miredbus.com.ar/indexiframe.htm

Ahora nos ubicamos en la sección “Consulta de saldo”, hacemos clic ahí y listo.

Cargará una nueva ventana y en ella completamos los espacios en blanco, en el primero agregaremos el número de la tarjeta.

Luego nos solicitará completar el espacio de verificación para comprobar que somos personas.

Finaliza este sencillo proceso pulsando en la opción “Consultar”.

Consultar saldo Red Bus en App móvil

Primero se tiene que descargar la aplicación ¿Cuánto tengo?, usando este enlace puedes encontrar la app para Android: http://www.miredbus.com.ar/indexiframe.htm.

Abrimos la aplicación y buscamos la sesión “Consultas”.

Para finalizar realizamos la consulta del saldo y listo.

Si todavía no tuviste la oportunidad de descargar la app de ¿Cuánto tengo? en tu teléfono móvil, no pierdas tiempo e instálalo ahora mismo.

Solo recuerda tomar en cuenta la ciudad donde vives y luego procedes con la instalación.

Saldo Red Bus Córdoba

Si vives en la ciudad de Córdoba y deseas realizar la consulta de saldo Red Bus de tu tarjeta, pero no tienes ni la más mínima idea de cómo hacerlo.

No te preocupes aquí te diremos los pasos que debes seguir para que puedas conocer tu saldo y, solo tienes que realizar los siguientes:

Primero necesitas ingresar aquí: https://www.red-bus.com.ar/consweb/.

Ahora ingresas el documento que usaste para registrarte.

Luego añades el número de tu tarjeta Red Bus Córdoba.

Ahora resuelves el código Captcha.

Finaliza haciendo clic en “Consultar”.

En caso que no hayas tenido éxito realizando la consulta en línea, puedes descargar la App ¿Cuánto tengo? Córdoba Ciudad. Esta aplicación está disponible para iOS y Android, aquí te dejo los links de descarga:

Red Bus Córdoba para Android: ¿Cuánto tengo? Córdoba Android

Red Bus Córdoba para iOS: ¿Cuánto tengo? Córdoba iOS.

Ahora no tienes excusa para conocer mi saldo Red Bus, solo tienes que escoger el método más accesible para ti.

Consultar saldo Mendoza

El transporte en Mendoza ha mejorado notablemente en estos últimos años, la municipalidad de la ciudad a trabajado arduamente para que los pasajes de micro pasen a un segundo plano usando la tarjeta Red Bus para decirle a dios a las monedas.

Por eso, en esta oportunidad te diremos como consultar saldo Red Bus Mendoza de una forma rápida y sencilla.

Así que presta mucha atención, si lo crees necesario puedes tomar nota de ello, y los pasos son los siguientes:

Primero debemos ingresar a la página oficial de Red Bus Mendoza desde nuestro navegador favorito usando este enlace: http://www.transportes.mendoza.gov.ar/mi-red-bus/.

Ahora observaras una página en ella te ubicas y pulsamos en la sección “Saldo”.

En la nueva ventana encontrarás dos espacios en blanco que completaras con el número de la tarjeta y los caracteres de verificación.

Para finalizar solo hay que pulsar en “Consultar”.

En la misma página web, muy aparte de realizar la consulta saldo Red bus Mendoza, también puedes solicitar otro tipo de información como: Registrarse, Puntos de venta y Aplicación Android.

Respecto a la aplicación para consultar tu saldo, tienes a tu disposición la app RedBuss Mendoza si quieres descargarla aquí te dejo en link para Android:

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.gammery.redbus&hl=es_AR

No pierdas más tiempo y aprovecha la oportunidad que tienes para consultar tu saldo y puedas viajar tranquilo haciendo uso de tu tarjeta Red Bus.

Saber el saldo Red Bus Tucumán

Al igual que tú, muchas personas se preguntan ¿Cómo saber mi saldo de la tarjeta Red Bus en Tucumán? Y la respuesta es más sencilla de lo que parece, ya que puedes obtener esta información desde una plataforma virtual o por medio de una aplicación móvil.

Explicaremos ambos métodos para que escojas el más conveniente.

Consultar saldo Red Bus Tucumán en línea

Primero abrimos esta página: http://www.tucuman.miredbus.com.ar/

En la nueva ventana tenemos que ubicarnos y pulsar en la sección “Consulta de saldo”.

Cargara una nueva página y en ella añadiremos el número de la tarjeta y los caracteres de verificación.

Para terminar, pulsamos en “Consultar”.

Consultar saldo Red Bus Tucumán por teléfono

Desde nuestro teléfono móvil ingresamos a: http://www.tucuman.miredbus.com.ar/.

Ahora pulsamos en donde dice “Aplicación móvil”.

Luego procedemos con la instalación de la app en nuestro teléfono móvil.

Finaliza ingresando tus datos de acceso para ingresar a la aplicación y realizar la consulta.

Como acabas de observar, no fue complicado conocer el saldo de Mi Red Bus. Usando los métodos explicados anteriormente fue más que suficiente.

Preguntas Frecuentes

Todavía no hemos terminado el artículo, tal vez ya logramos despejar aquellas dudas que teníamos para saber cuánto saldo tienes en Red Bus. Pero aún hay muchas cosas por analizar y están relacionadas al uso de esta tarjeta.

Así que, a continuación, te mostraremos las respuestas a otros tipos de consultas y operaciones.

¿Dónde cargar mi tarjeta Red Bus 24 horas?

Seguramente te ha pasado que, en un día tan agitado olvidaste recargar tu tarjeta Red Bus. Es un problema muy común en estos días por los argentinos, por eso hemos preparado hemos decidido ayudarte con un poco de información.

A continuación, te daremos a conocer todos los establecimientos autorizados donde puedes recargar las tarjetas Red Bus las 24 horas.

Colón 761, local 5, Alberdi

Colón 1381, Alberdi

Duarte Quirós 1840 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Alberdi

Santa Fe 310, Alberdi

Santa Fe 329, Alberdi

Ruta E53 Km. 8,5 (Drugstore Open 25), Aeropuerto

Juan B. Justo 3501 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Alta Córdoba

Rodríguez Peña 1599 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Alta Córdoba

Fuerza Aérea 3735 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Ameghino Sur

11 de septiembre 2990 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Ampliación San Carlos

Eva Perón 1584 esq. Bodereau (Portón de Piedra), Argüello Norte

Sabattini 5815 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Avellaneda

Julio A. Roca 809 – 813, Bella Vista

27 de abril 202, Centro

General Paz 401, Centro

Olmos 206, Centro

Olmos 342, Centro

Rosario de Santa Fe 596, Centro

Curazao 5620, Congreso

Juan B. Justo 3702, General Bustos

de septiembre 1290 (Shop Estación de Servicio), General Paz

Belgrano 478, Güemes

Los Granaderos 3195, La France Infodecordoba.com.ar

Santa Ana 3892, Las Palmas

Bartolomé Jaime 710, Marqués de Sobremonte

San Juan 306, Nueva Córdoba

Arturo Illia 685, Nueva Córdoba

Arturo Illia 691, Nueva Córdoba

Estrada 95, Nueva Córdoba

Obispo Trejo 791, P.B, Loc. A, Nueva Córdoba

Pueyrredón 69, Nueva Córdoba

Félix Frías 1575 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Pueyrredón

Bodereau 9185 (Shop Estación de Servicio), Residencial San José

Sabattini 2827, Rivadavia

Castro Barros 526, San Martín

Fuerza Aérea 4760 (Zona Plus), San Roque

Rancagua esq. Capdevilla, Villa Corina

de mayo 709, Villa El Libertador

No importa si es sábado, domingo o feriado, los lugares mencionados anteriormente están disponibles para recargar las tarjetas.

En caso de buscar los terminales de autoservicios Red Bus tienes a tu disposición los siguientes puntos:

Fuerza Aérea 4550, Ameghino Norte

O’ Higgins esq. José Javier Díaz 1799, Barrio Jardín

Félix Frías esquina Bulnes, Pueyrredón

Góngora 3050 (Hospital Infantil), Alta Córdoba

Aeropuerto Internacional de Córdoba

Ahora que sabes dónde recargar tarjeta Red Bus 24 horas, no esperes hasta quedarte sin saldo. Para más información puedes llamar al siguiente número: 0800 444 6740, donde te atenderán de lunes a viernes de 8:30 am hasta las 17:00 pm.

Cómo cargar la Red Bus Córdoba por Internet

Si nunca has tenido la oportunidad de cargar tu tarjeta Red Bus por internet, no te preocupes aquí te diremos los pasos a seguir para que tengas saldo en tu tarjeta.

Primero tenemos que ingresar aquí: https://app.movypay.com/login.

Ahora tenemos que iniciar sesión usando nuestro DNI y contraseña, en caso que no te hayas registrado puedes hacerlo desde aquí: https://app.movypay.com/Registro.

Para continuar hay que pulsar en “Recargas” y luego en “Red bus + ciudad”.

Debemos ingresar el número tarjeta Red Bus.

Escogemos el monto a cargar usando la tarjeta débito.

Finaliza descargando el comprobante de pago.

¿Cómo se usa la tarjeta Red Bus?

El uso de la tarjeta Red Bus es más sencillo de lo que imaginas, solo tienes que adquirirla desde un punto autorizado y cargar $64 e incluso un máximo de $2000.

Listo, ahora tienes lo necesario para que puedas usarla y viajar a varios lugares sin llevar dinero en efectivo.

¿Cómo funciona el saldo de emergencia en Red Bus?

El saldo de emergencia en Red Bus funciona cuando el saldo que tienes no cubre el monto para realizar un viaje. Es decir, si no llegas a los $36.68, lo equivalente a un pasaje no puedes realizar un viaje, pero con el saldo de emergencia queda totalmente cubierto.

Luego de hacer uso del saldo de emergencia Red Bus al consultar tu saldo te darás cuenta que existe un monto negativo, el cual será cubierto en tu próxima recarga. Para que el monto sea cubierto debes tener al menos $64 de saldo a tu favor.

¿Cómo adquiero una tarjeta Red Bus?

Para comprar una tarjeta Red Bus tienes a tu disposición varios comercios habilitados y marcados como puntos de venta y recarga. En el siguiente enlace conocerás un mapa de la Ciudad de Córdoba donde encontrarás las direcciones de las tiendas donde puedes comprar tu tarjeta: https://mrb.red-bus.com.ar/.

Hemos llegado al final del articulo y esperamos que hayas logrado despejar tus dudas para consultar tu saldo de la tarjeta Red Bus.

Ayer te lo comentamos, hoy ya es noticia. Lanzan ¿Cuánto tengo?, la app de la Municipalidad de Córdoba para saber tu saldo en la red bus. pic.twitter.com/UViWBcnkSF

— Radio Furor (@RadioFuror) August 31, 2017

Cómo te has dado cuenta solicitar dicha información no es complicado y lo mejor de todo, es que tienes varias formas de realizar la consulta.

Además, hemos respondido a algunas preguntas para que conozcas un poco más el tipo de servicio que ofrece tu tarjeta de transporte.

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LA MEMORIA Y LA REFLEXIÓN. POR: CIRO GÓMEZ LEYVA. LA MEMORIA ES CORTA... ESTO ME HIZO RECORDAR QUE: Cuando yo tenía trece años escuché comentar a los adultos que se sabía que en Sinaloa el ejército cuidaba cultivos de mariguana y entonces gobernaba Luis Echeverría, priísta por supuesto. Su cuñado en la cárcel en Estados Unidos por ser uno de los más grandes narcotraficantes de esa época, los Zuno. Cuando yo tenía 18 años, los ciudadanos le tenían terror a los judiciales y se referían a ellos como "perjudiciales", entonces a cargo del negro Durazo quien protegía más a los delincuentes que a los ciudadanos, entonces gobernaba José López Portillo, yo "SÍ ME ACUERDO". También recuerdo que algunos compañeros de la prepa se indignaron y repudiaron los actos descritos en el libro "Lo negro del Negro Durazo" y algunos hoy son funcionarios de alto rango, priístas por supuesto que se llenan la boca culpando al actual sistema de la inseguridad y que además, a ellos convenientemente "YA SE LES OLVIDÓ". CLARO QUE ME ACUERDO, pero desgraciadamente hay muchos mexicanos que no lo saben (por ser muy jóvenes) y otros que ya se les olvidaron las DEVALUACIONES DE CADA SEIS AÑOS que ocurrían cada vez que entraba un nuevo Gobierno priísta. CLARO QUE ME ACUERDO y ojalá tomemos conciencia de eso. Con lo que a mí respecta sé que mi voto NO lo tendrá el PRI. Para reflexionar y pensar el voto... ¿Qué partido le abrió la puerta al narcotráfico? Lo que está pasando en México es por intentar poner un alto a lo que ha estado permitido en tantos sexenios. Por el voto pensado y reflexionado, sin recomendaciones. Sólo envío lo que recibo, pero no sé porque me parece tan cierto. "Lo que nos pase nos lo mereceremos por no tener memoria histórica o por vender nuestra dignidad" La primera conmoción nacional por los secuestros ocurrió a mediados de los '90, con los casos Harp, Vargas, Losada, Senderos. México estaba gobernado por el PRI. Los guaruras se centuplicaron. Cuando en 1994 y 1995 las bandas de secuestradores de La Víbora, Los Aparicio, Los Tlaycas tomaron Morelos, la entidad era gobernada por el priísta Jorge Carrillo Olea, un especialista en seguridad. Quedó registro de la complicidad entre criminales y policías. El director de la Policía Judicial morelense era una leyenda policiaca del PRI: el capitán Jesús Miyazawa. El apogeo de los cárteles de la droga en Jalisco comprendió también el período del gobernador priísta Enrique Álvarez del Castillo, a quien luego el priísta Carlos Salinas de Gortari nombró como Procurador General de la República. El auge de los cárteles y el crimen en Sinaloa se dio entre gobernadores priístas: Antonio Toledo Corro, Francisco Labastida y Renato Vega. Con el argumento de que poco pueden hacer con la migración, los municipios conurbados del Estado de México han sido desde el priísta Carlos Hank González hasta el priísta Enrique Peña Nieto, zona franca para delincuentes grandes y pequeños. Chihuahua es hoy la entidad más violenta del país. El PRI la gobierna desde hace diez años. Ni qué decir de Tamaulipas, Coahuila, Durango, Oaxaca... con una desvergüenza del tamaño de la desgracia, el ex presidente del PRI, Humberto Moreira, culpó a los "otros" por la presente tragedia de la inseguridad, concebida desde el priismo. Y perfiló a su partido como el único que en el futuro puede encararla y doblarla. Su partido, el de Cosío Vidaurri, Cavazos Lerma, Natividad González Paras, Rodrigo Medina, Javier Duarte, Yarrington y Montiel. Desvergüenza: dicho o hecho impúdico o insolente. Desvergüenza, la de Moreira y la del PRI: la opción de la experiencia, wooow, cuanta experiencia. A ESTO LE LLAMO DESCARO Y CINISMO... Y ¿a éstos elegiremos para que nos vuelvan a gobernar...? Pobre México, pobre República, sólo un país tercermundista reelige a sus dictadores...- Ya vemos a Salinas frotándose las manos detrás de su niño bonito Peña Nieto. De los Mexicanos depende... y probablemente nos lo merezcamos por apáticos, sin civismo ni amor a esta tierra... ¡TRISTE REALIDAD DE NUESTRO MÉXICO! SI TIENES CORAJE REENVÍALO. La libertad aún no la tenemos, hay que luchar por ella. Y tú... ¿Qué estás haciendo por México? ¿Por el futuro de tus hijos? ¿Quieres que vivan nuevamente las MEGA DEVALUACIONES y las MEGA INFLACIONES que nos tocó vivir, producto de un mal manejo de las finanzas públicas? Hoy por hoy, no podemos pagar completa la deuda externa, tenemos un tipo de cambio relativamente inestable y la inflación más que controlada... (???) Manda este mensaje a quien quieras, pero por favor, vamos todos a hacer algo por México y vamos a demostrar a "este nuevo PRI" que ya crecimos como pueblo y no vamos a permitir que vuelva a saquearnos, como lo hicieron De la Madrid, López Portillo, Salinas de Gortari, etc, etc, etc. Enrique Peña Nieto no debió ser elegido como Presidente... es una catástrofe para el país y para el futuro de nuestros hijos, nietos y bisnietos. Si no reenvías este mensaje... no te lamentes después, si tenemos a Moreira de Secretario de Hacienda o manejando el Banco de México... ¿Te imaginas….? DIME Y LO OLVIDO, ENSÉÑAME Y LO RECUERDO, INVOLÚCRAME Y LO APRENDO... "Una visión sin acción... es un sueño, una acción sin visión... es una pesadilla". ¡QUE CIRCULE POR TODO MÉXICO! CIRO GÓMEZ LEYVA.

[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 16

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Javi and you are back, but the past seems to hunt you. When is this going to end?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: +5k

Warnings: Angst. Family issues. Mention of father abandonment. Reader’s mother is a b!tch.

A/N: So, we’re moving closer to the end🥲 Stay tune for next chapters! Thank you so much for reading! Hope you like this and can’t wait to read your comments😁

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Fourteen years ago, when Javier ran away from his own wedding with Lorraine, he thought he would never consider getting engaged again. The betrayal he inflicted on Lorraine haunted him, and he couldn't shake off the guilt and shame of breaking her heart. It wasn't that he didn't believe in marriage; in fact, he grew up admiring his parents' strong bond. However, after what happened with Lorraine, he felt like marriage wasn't meant for him.

But now, as he watched you get dressed after making love to you, he felt the urge to look for his mother's engagement ring he had brought with him from Laredo. He didn't, though. Javier wanted to make a formal proposal, after asking your grandfather for your hand. He hadn't decided yet whether he wanted to do it during a dinner at your house surrounded by your family, at a fancy restaurant, or perhaps during a romantic getaway.

Javier knew he wanted it to be special, a moment you would remember forever. Deep down, he couldn't wait to see the look of joy and surprise on your face when he popped the question again, showing you how serious he was. Proposing to you in a hotel bed, right after you both had sex, so randomly, wasn't exactly what he had intended in the first place.

As you tied the waist ties of your dress, he came closer from behind, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you slightly up as he absorbed your aroma, hiding his face in your hair. You giggled, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against your back. He was broader and taller than you, and the thought that he could do whatever he wanted with you made your heart flutter in your chest and below.You turned around in his arms, facing him with a smile. His gaze met yours, filled with tenderness and adoration. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

His arms tightened around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You're too good for me," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "I can't wait to be your husband," he groaned, placing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you held him close. "And I can't wait to be your wife," you whispered, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with adoration. "I love you," he promised, as his lips met yours again. His hands held you close as his tongue explored your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you tasted his warm tongue, eliciting a low groan from him.

"We should leave right now before we end up back under the sheets," you murmured against his lips as you both pulled apart to catch your breath.

"Hmm," he purred softly from his chest, his broad hands cupping your ass as he pulled you closer to him. "I wouldn't mind spending a couple more hours; I already paid for the night."

As you stepped back, Javier reluctantly released his hold on you. "As tempting as that sounds," you said, placing your tiny hand on his warm, broad chest to create some distance between you, "we have to get to my house before someone suspects we're up to something improper."

He didn't want to sound sexist, but there was something alluring about the idea of being the one to have taken you to bed, as you had chosen him as your first and only lover.

Javier understood the weight of the expectations and traditions of a Catholic Mexican family, like yours. Growing up in a conservative environment in south Texas, he was familiar with similar ideas about such matters. Your modesty was expected to remain intact until marriage. Yet, behind closed doors, you had entrusted him with your body and soul, and he felt honored to protect you.

Maybe he wasn't the one to talk about prudishness or promiscuity. He wouldn't care if you had been with others before him; he would respect that. But knowing you were only his... Fuck, it was something else. It wasn't about ownership or control; it was about cherishing what was his, treasuring the trust you place in him, and feeling grateful that you chose him above anyone else.

He gazed at you with his captivating damn puppy brown eyes, a slight pout forming on his lips as he leaned in to place a peck on your lips. It took all your willpower not to push him back onto the mattress again.

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Javier was a tough man. As an ex-DEA agent, he had faced death and violence firsthand. Years of searching and hunting down bad guys had shaped the man he was, with his critical and cold demeanor.

However, the mere thought of facing your grandfather to ask for your hand in marriage made him feel more anxious than any operation he had ever undertaken during his days in the DEA. The weight of this step, the importance of gaining your family's approval, weighed heavily on his shoulders.

His hands were sweating around the steering wheel, and he prayed you wouldn't notice. He couldn't help but wonder if your family would welcome him with open arms or if he would meet resistance. He feared what your family might think about his past. Surely you had told them about his job, and his anxiety had him thinking about the kind of immoral things he did more than any great achievements he might have accomplished on duty, if there were any. Not even he could see what those achievements might be. He only saw death and violence in the years he spent in Colombia. He felt his hands stained with blood, both innocent and guilty.

"Javi?" your voice brought him out of his stupor abruptly. "It's green," you added, pointing at the traffic light.

Then he remembered he was driving. "Shit," he murmured as he saw a car behind him and started driving again.

"Is everything alright?" you asked him, concern in your voice.

Javier took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before answering you. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replied, forcing a smile. "Just lost in thought for a moment."

You remained silent for a moment, looking at his side profile while he continued the way you got him to get to your house.

"Listen, I know perhaps everything is happening too fast... I mean, the engagement..." you began, captivating his attention immediately.

His hand reached for your leg, squeezing with reassurance but a hint of worry. "Why? Don't you want to get engaged now?" Javier's voice held concern, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"No, it's not that," you reassured him. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything. This is a big step... it's a lot to process, especially with everything that happened."

Javier nodded, understanding your perspective. "I'm nervous, yes," he admitted. "But not because I have doubts about us. I just want everything to go smoothly, especially with your family."

You reached your hand, gently caressing the curled hair at the back of his head. "They'll love you," you assured him. "Everything will be fine."

He glanced at you, a softness in his gaze that made your heart flutter. However, little did he know, you were very nervous too. Not because of your sisters or your abuelo, but because of your mother. You knew her well, knew how she could be judgmental, especially over you. The thought of introducing Javier to her, knowing about his past, sent a wave of anxiety through you. Javi was already nervous, so you didn't want to add more weight on him. You decided not to say anything about your mother to him and hoped for the best.

Your family was spending Sunday evening like any other Regiomontana* family: children playing together, running all over the garden; your sisters and mother chatting and gossiping at the garden table; and your brothers-in-law and abuelo gathered around the grill making carne asada.

You intertwined your fingers with Javi's, guiding him to the backyard. As you approached the gathering, the chatter and laughter grew louder. Your sisters noticed your arrival and waved enthusiastically, beckoning you both to join them. Javier's expression was a mix of curiosity and nervousness, but he managed a polite smile.

"Here come the lovebirds," your sister Silvia sang out, teasing you gently. You couldn't help but blush with a mix of amusement and embarrassment, feeling like a teenager bringing home her first boyfriend.

Your sisters welcomed Javier and called their children to welcome you both as well. Even your brothers-in-law approached to greet him and invited him to join them around the grill with a beer. You knew how much Javi liked to drink, but as it was the first time he met your family, he didn't want to accept it. However, your abuelo stood up from the grill and walked over to greet Javier. "Bienvenido, Javier," he said warmly, offering an open beer. "It's good to finally meet you."

Javier didn't have a choice but to take it, but he looked just a little bit more confident. "Gracias, señor," he replied, his nerves easing slightly in the presence of your kind-hearted grandfather.

With a warm sensation, you watched as your brothers-in-law and grandfather guided Javi to the grill, including him in their chatter. You, on the other hand, joined your sisters at the garden table to chat.

Silvia and Sara didn't waste time sharing their positive impressions of Javi, mentioning how handsome he was, even more so than the couple of pictures you had shown them, and how polite he seemed to be.

Sara leaned in with a mischievous grin. "He seems like a keeper," she teased, nudging you playfully.

"I hope so," you replied with a shy smile.

You fought the impulse to tell them about Javi's marriage proposal, considering it better to wait. After all, he hadn't given you a ring yet. You told yourself that it wouldn't kill you to keep the secret until the real proposal came. You didn't know when that would be, as it was up to Javi to prepare something special. However, the mere thought of Javier kneeling in front of you with an engagement ring made your heart and stomach flutter.

However, your mother, who had been observing the situation with her characteristic judgmental gaze, which you tried to ignore to avoid ruining your day, couldn't contain herself any longer and jumped in to ask, "Where have you both been?"

Your heart sank slightly at your mother's abrupt question, knowing that her tone held more suspicion than genuine curiosity. You knew she knew, somehow, that you just had sex with Javier. You felt an ephemeral anger with yourself for being so affected by what your mother might think about you. After all, you were an adult, and Javier was your boyfriend. Whether or not you were intimate with him wasn't your mother's or anyone else's business. But she would always be your mother, and you never completely get rid of that inner need to have her approval.

"We went for a walk and talked about some issues that concern us," you answered, trying to keep the tone light despite sensing the tension.

Your mother's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips forming a disapproving line. "Just a talk?" she queried, her tone implying that she expected a more elaborate explanation. You recognized that look in her eyes, the one charged with judgment that she had given you since you entered adolescence. It had haunted you for years. Sometimes you wondered if the decision to remain chaste was yours or if it was something she had planted in your subconscious.

You felt a surge of frustration and a familiar sense of defensiveness rising within you. "Yes, just that," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

The atmosphere around the garden table grew tense, with an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Your sisters exchanged knowing glances, sensing the brewing storm between you and your mother.

Little did you knew, it was just the beginning.

Silvia, always the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the situation. "Mom, come on, they were just enjoying each other after being apart for so long. Can't we just be happy for them?"

Your mother's gaze softened momentarily, but the disapproval lingered. "I just worry about you, hija," she sighed, her voice carrying a mix of concern and frustration. "I hope you're being careful," she added, her voice laced with a hint of warning.

You felt a mix of annoyance and resignation at her comment, a familiar pang of frustration at her overbearing nature. "Of course, mom," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral.

"You know how things can turn out when emotions run high."

You swallowed the retort that threatened to escape your lips. This wasn't the time or place for a confrontation, especially in front of Javier and the rest of the family. You forced a smile, masking your inner turmoil.

Silvia and Sara changed the subject, which you thanked. A couple of hours passed until the men started taking the grilled meat to the table. Your sisters called their children, and everyone sit around the table. You helped Javi serve everything that was on the table. He seemed a little nervous but in a good way about eating for the first time with your family. However, everyone was being nice to him. Your sisters asked him if he liked the meat and the guacamole, and your brothers-in-law included him in a conversation they apparently had at the steakhouse.

You could sense your mother's eyes on you at times, judging you for bringing your boyfriend to the family dinner.

Everything seemed to go well, even your abuelo exchanged some chattering with Javi. But of course, your mother has other plans.

"So, Javi," your mother said suddenly as she poured orange juice into her glass. "How was Washington?"

"Mamá," you warned her, sighing inwardly, already anticipating where this conversation might lead.

She looked at you with an innocent expression, shrugging. "I just want to know how everything ended," she justified herself. Then, she turned to your abuelo, taking his arm. "Did you know Javi was in Washington because he had legal problems in Colombia?"

Your grandfather looked at you and then at Javier, a expression mixed with confusion and concern. You never tell him about Javi's problems with the DEA, because you didn't want you grandpa to have a misconception of the man you love.

Javier was a hero for you, and you wanted everyone to see him as it too.

Javier's jaw tightened as he kept his eyes on his plate. If your blood had been boiling all evening, now you were sure it evaporate by now.

"I don't think it's s necessary to mention every detail of Javi's work, mamá, " you replied calmly, although everyone could sense the tension in your voice.

Your mother's gaze shifted back to you, her expression unreadable. "I just want to make sure everything's fine if you're going to spend some time with this man," she repeated, her tone laced with a touch of disapproval.

"His name's Javier, not 'this man,'" you interjected quickly. "And we're not just 'spending some time.' He's my fiancé. You don't have to accept it, but please don't interfere in my life."

You felt Javi's knee against yours, a silent gesture of support. The rest of the table leaned in, eager to confirm what you had just said.

"Are you going to get married?" your sisters asked in unison, a mix of surprise and excitement in their voices.

You nodded, and Javi's hand gently found yours, offering reassurance. You smiled tenderly at him.

"Really?" your mother's skepticism was evident in her voice. "I don't see any ring."

"He just asked me; it was kind of improvised," you responded, your voice filled with sweet emotion.

"I see," she said, then added through clenched teeth, "I hope he doesn't use the same."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, fed up with your mother's attempts to annoy you. However, something about her tone and choice of words caught your attention. Unable to predict what was coming next, you asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" your mother's voice dripped with false concern. "As I told you, I'm concerned about who you're with."

"Dad, do you remember Aunt Laura from Laredo?" she continued, and your grandfather's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Well, Laredo isn't that big, and Aunt Laura has a lot of free time."

Your abuelo nodded, starting to put the pieces together. She pressed on, "Did you know Javi was engaged?" her tone smug yet probing. "He was. What was her name? Lorraine?"

Your heart sinking at the turn the conversation had taken. "He left her at the altar," your mother declared triumphantly, as if that settled the matter.

You glanced at Javi, a mix of surprise and confusion in your eyes. "Javi?" you asked, turning to him for clarification.

Javi's expression darkened slightly, a shadow of concern crossing his features. "Yes," he admitted. However, he tightened his grip on your hand, yet still gently, as he looked into your eyes and softly called your name. "I can explain everything..."

Your mother's eyes widened with a gleam of satisfaction in them. "See, honey? I'm just looking out for you. You wouldn't want history to repeat itself, would you?"

"Mom, I don't think this is the best place for them to talk about that," your sister Silvia interjected, but your mother was determined to ruin your day.

"Silvia is right, mom, please," Sara added. "This isn't the most appropriate time for such a conversation."

Both of them were trying to save you as you felt like you were drowning in a pool of confusion and humiliation. Everything seemed to spin around you. Even Javi's touch felt like it was burning your skin. When is this going to end?

Ignoring your sisters' advice, your mother persisted, her voice dripping with disdain. "Sara, dear, I'm just making sure your sister knows what she's getting into. After all, we wouldn't want another broken engagement, would we?"

Javi's grip on your hand tightened slightly, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. "Please, let me explain," he said, his voice calm but firm. You looked into his eyes once more, feeling your heart ache at the sight of your crystallized eyes.

Your grandfather, who had been silently observing, cleared his throat and spoke up. "Enough," he said, his gaze stern as he looked at your mother. "This is not the time or place for this discussion. Let them sort it out themselves."

You could sense everyone's eyes on you, and you couldn't even look up. Not even at Javier, who was trying to reach you and explain everything. He didn't care about explaining himself to your family—at least not for now; his priority was you. Javi didn't want you to have doubts about him or to question his commitment to you.

How did your mother actually find out about Lorraine? That witch... You had talked about her many times, how judgmental and manipulative she was towards her daughters, especially you, but you didn't imagine she was as bad as that.

Suddenly, you stood up and hurried inside the house. Javier quickly followed suit, calling your name. But you didn't listen; you found your way to the second floor, to your bedroom, and slammed the door behind you.

Javier knocked on the door desperately, calling your name over and over again. He couldn't lose you over this; he needed to explain everything to you. There he was, his past haunting him again.

As he stood outside the closed door, he heard your muffled sobs from within. His heart sank at the sound, a knot forming in his chest and stomach.

"Please, amor," he pleaded softly. "Let me in. I need to explain everything to you."

Just then, he saw your sisters walking through the hallway, their expressions filled with concern.

"I'm so sorry," Sara said to him. "I love her, but our mother can be very controlling at times."

Javier sighed heavily, feeling a mixture of frustration and concern. Inside the room, your sobs had quieted down slightly.

Silvia knocked on the door once more, calling you by the sweet nickname she used to call you when you were little. Maybe you would listen to her. "Don't give mom the satisfaction of seeing you like this. You know her; this is what she wanted."

Silence greeted their pleas. The three of them exchanged looks, silently questioning what to do next.

Sara spoke first, "We should give her a moment; she'll..." but she didn't finish her sentence.

The air suddenly filled with the sound of things falling and glass breaking. Without hesitation, Javier pushed past your sisters and tried to open the door forcefully, slamming his palm against the wood and calling your name in desperation.

"I'm going to break down the door!" he warned, stepping back as your sisters looked at the door with anticipation.

It was easy for him to open the door, pushing it with strength using his arm. When the door cracked open, the three of them rushed inside. Your room looked like a war zone. Items from your vanity were either lying around or on the floor, and your clothes were piled on your bed along with a pair of opened briefcases. You were kneeling in front of your closet, throwing every pair of shoes behind you. One of them had hit a mirror, causing it to break.

As they entered the chaotic scene of your room, Javier's heart sank. He called your name again, gently, his voice laced with concern as he approached you slowly.

You turned to look at him, tears streaming down your face. "I can't do this anymore, Javi," you whispered, your voice trembling. "She's so mean... Why does she have to be like this? She's my mother, why can't she be happy for me for once in her life?"

He kneeled on the floor with you and pulled you into his chest. He felt relief when you didn't push him back but clutched your fists in his shirt and muffled your cries into his chest. Your sisters stood at the doorway, exchanging worried glances.

"Shhh," he whispered into your ear, the warmth of his breath soothing you. "It's okay, bonita."

You pulled apart, wiping your tears with the palm of your hands. Your makeup was already ruined, but you couldn't care less about it. Looking up at your sisters, you asked, "Can you give us a moment? Please." They nodded and assured you they would be downstairs.

After they left, Javier and you stayed on the floor in silence for a couple of minutes. He was trying to find the right words, afraid of saying the wrong thing and making things worse.

"Bonita, I... Please, listen to me," he whispered, his brown eyes softened with concern as he reached out for you.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it later," you interrupted gently, standing up to walk towards your bed and starting to pack your belongings. "I'm leaving," you said, your voice still filled with emotion. "Please, take me to Laredo with you right now," you begged.

Though he hadn't expected this particular request, he was relieved it was something manageable.

"Of course," he said, nodding. "Of course, baby, whatever you want."

You asked him to help you gather your things, packing everything that could fit into your briefcases and a backpack. You didn't have many things, actually, as you seemed still trapped in Colombia. Since you came back to Mexico, you didn't attempt to settle down, to make your life. You still have the same things you had from your years working in Colombia, like you always knew something you would leave that house with Javi.

When you both finished, he followed you downstairs, carrying the briefcases with him. You were in the middle of the stairs when you already heard your mother arguing with your sisters about how inconsiderate and unfair she was towards you.

With your head held high, you finished descending the stairs. Your brothers-in-law and your grandfather were still outside, making sure the children finished eating while the women tried to contain the situation.

Their eyes were on you as they understood what was going on. Your sisters weren't that surprised, as they already saw the mess on you bedroom. You mother, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode with rage.

"Where do you think you're going, señorita?" she demanded, her tone laced with disapproval and authority.

"I'm going with Javi to Laredo," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, but the anger was evident.

Your mother's eyes narrowed, her lips forming a tight line. "Absolutely not," she stated firmly. "You're not going anywhere."

"Por favor, mamá, you have to stop," you insisted tiredly, as if you had heard her a million times before. "Stop trying to control my life."

"I do because you're my daughter, and I care about who you're involved with," your mother added.

Javier wasn't sure if it was because of what he had heard from you about her, but he could sense a condescending tone in her voice, almost hypocritical.

"You don't care about me; you only care about what others might say about the family," you answered, the tears had returned to your eyes, and you fought the knot on your throat.

"You think you know what's best for you, but you're just naive," she said sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "Leaving home without getting married, disgracing our family name with your reckless behavior. You're lucky your grandfather had some sense to help you, but don't think for a moment that I approve of your choices."

You felt a pang of hurt at her words, the old wounds reopening as her harsh judgment echoed in your ears. Javi clenched his fists, the urge to intervene almost overwhelming as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"I may not agree with all of your decisions, but I will always love you," your mother continued, her tone made her words feel unreliable. "But don't expect me to condone your actions or accept that man you're involved with. This man may seem charming now, but I know what kind of man he is, and you'll see that in time too."

"You don't know him, mom. Javier is not my father," you said firmly, your voice tinged with frustration. "Don't pretend you know Javi."

There was a tense silence after that. Your sisters had widened their eyes, a constellation of memories washing the four of you as a bucket of cold water. No one else but you, your mother and your sisters knew better how was living with your father.

"I don't understand what your father has to do with all this," your mother said, her tone clearly hiding hurt and nervousness.

"I'm sorry he wasn't a good husband, but he wasn't a good father either," you said, the lump in your throat unstoppable. "I know exactly why you're telling me all of this, but Javier is nothing like my father," you insisted. "Besides," you added after another moment of silence, "I don't understand why you're warning me about this when you've spent my entire life blaming me for what happened and wishing I had the same life you had with him."

"Oh, there you go again!" Your mother exclaimed, followed by the sound of her hands against the marble of the kitchen counter. "Playing the victim, as always."

"I'm not playing the victim," you retorted, your voice firm despite the tremor of emotion beneath the surface. "I'm simply stating the truth."

Your mother scoffed, her eyes flashing with frustration. "You always twist things to make yourself look like the innocent one," she accused, her tone dripping with bitterness.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your rising anger in check. "I'm not twisting anything," you insisted, your voice steady. "I'm just tired of being blamed for things that were out of my control."

"I'll make my own choices, even if they don't meet your standards. Javier makes me happy, and that's all that matters to me."

Dodging her, you walked toward the front door. You were so blinded by anger that you almost passed without saying a proper goodbye to your sisters. However, there he was, your grandfather standing near the doorway, looking at you. You wondered how long he had been standing there, listening to all the drama.

When your eyes met his, something broke inside of you. He was your abuelito, and you were the apple of his eyes. He did his best to give you and your sisters the best childhood, even when your parents' marriage was falling apart. He was the loving father figure you needed. You loved him, and you were sure he loved you back.

So now, as he looked at you standing by the front door, with Javier following you carrying all your belongings, you saw something in his gaze. He was looking at that little girl he rescued from beneath her bed, hiding from her own mother's rage the day her father left.

He was looking at you with the same sad but loving eyes he had when you left for El Paso and then to Colombia, when he realized you were a grown woman making her own way in the world.

But now, he knew you were leaving forever. You were leaving with the love of your life to start your own family on the other side of the river.

"Dad," your mother said, breaking the moment. "You have to tell her something! She always listens to you! Stop this nonsense," she said, pointing at you.

Your grandfather looked at her for a moment, your mother raising her eyebrows at him. Then he looked at you and walked towards you, his hands familiarly gentle on your shoulders. He looked right into your teary eyes.

"Do you love him?" he asked, his voice soft and kind. You couldn't help but let out a gasp, tears streaming down your face at the tender tone of his voice.

"I-I do," you managed to say amidst your tears. "I love him."

"Then you have my blessing, mi niña."

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Author's note:

*Regiomontana/regiomontano: demonym given to people from the city of Monterrey and its metropolitan area. Monterrey is the capital of the state of Nuevo León, whose demonym is neolonesa/neolonés.

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[kirsteng42]

Oh wow, Javi P what did you do? I thought it was great, a different angle for a Javi tale.

REGRET

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Credits of the gif on the image.

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Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.