I've Got You Wrapped Around My Little Finger

I felt a bead of sweat run down my neck and along my spine. I used my spare hand to wipe it away, whilst my other gripped my book. I was so engulfed in the storyline that I had already burnt through 5 chapters. I took a break from my book to look for Pedro. At first I couldn't see him, but then I saw his head bobbing in the waves. There wasn't many people around, this beach was a lot quieter than LA. Here, no one noticed Pedro. Or at least stopped to speak to him. Which was bittersweet. Because I loved seeing how universally loved he was. But it meant we could have time to ourselves without disturbances. Pedro must have been looking at me because as soon as I saw him, his big arm popped up from the water and waved at me. I waved back, with a massive grin on my face. Though he was in the distance, I could see his magnetic grin from here. I turned to lay on my stomach and rested my book on the towel, and continued to read through the next chapter.

My body jumped as cool water splattered against my hot skin. The shadow on the sand gave away the culprit. I turned to see him standing above me. Dripping. Golden. Perfect.

"You look hot, thought you'd need cooling down." He wickedly smiled at me he grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the lid.

"Dick." I smiled and sat up so I could get a better look of the man in front of me. "You look so good."

"So do you." He perched down next to me. I watched his fingers inch closer to me. "Look at your tan already." He moved the cup of my bikini to reveal the distinctive tan line.

"I've got my dads skin type, he tans so easily too."

"You are a goddess." He leant forward and pouted. I kissed his lips and smiled.

"Salty." My comment made Pedro giggle.

"Are you coming in the water?"

"Urm..."

"I'll rephrase that. Will you come in the water with me, please? I'm bored by myself."

"Fine. You're like a child." I stood up and took off my cap and bookmarked my page.

"I've got you wrapped around my little finger." Pedro school boyishly grinned at me. The dimple always made me swoon.

"You really have. I'd literally do anything for you when you smile at me."

"Ditto, baby." We had left our valuables at the lodge, meaning we were able to just enjoy each other and not have to worry about the rest of the world. I went to walk across the sand when Pedro's big arms scooped me up and put me over his shoulder. I squealed at the unexpected movement, my hands gripping his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't want you burning your feet." Pedro's fingers squeezed my thighs which made my skin tingle. They're were dangerously close to the area of my body that always yearned for him. He knew it. That's why he did it.

"What about your feet?"

"I burnt them hours ago. I can't feel them anymore." His giggle radiated through both our bodies. I had felt when we'd hit the water because Pedro's body tensed as he pushed his way through the waves. Getting to feel his muscles clench against my body made me feel heavy and hot. After a couple of steps, I felt him put his hands on my hips and go to pull me down. But he didn't place me in the water. He threw me in the waves.

"I had a feeling you were gonna do that!" I wiped the sea water from my face as I stood up. "So predictable, Mr Pascal."

"I just thought you needed cooling down. I prefer you wet." He was in front of me, and pulling my body to his. "You are so hot." He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me hard. "I'm having the best time. Are you?"

"Yeah, it's been so lovely. I love spending my time with you."

"I'm not just saying this, but I've never been so fucking attracted to anyone in my life. Seeing you here, in front of me, looking like this, I'm losing my fucking mind." My eyes rolled at his comment, though my heart pounded at his words.

"Now you know how I feel."

"No, really, I fancy you so much." He brushed some hair from my face as he stared into my eyes. Every time he did it, I felt magnetically drawn to him. I couldn't look away, I couldn't breathe. Pedro opened his mouth to say something, but then grinned instead. Strangely enough, I knew what he wanted to say with that cheesy grin.

"You know what I'm really excited for?" I said as I wrapped myself around him and allowed him to cup my ass.

"What's that, baby?" He smiled up at me.

"For you to come to England and meet my family and friends. I really can't wait." I ran my hand over his hair to smooth it down. "Getting to introduce you to my loved ones, all my favourite people together."

"I can't wait either. Though I'm so fucking nervous!"

"Don't be, they'll love you."

"I really hope so."

"I get to show you off. To them all. All my friends with their partners, and I'll be there with you. And you'll be there with me. Ugh, I am so lucky." I placed a firm kiss on his lips.

"It means a lot, so much to me, that you wanna show me off."

"Who wouldn't wanna show you off!? Look at this face! It's perfect!" I squished his face in between my hands which made him hysterically giggle. "How long do you think you could hold your breath under water?"

"It used to be a long time as a kid. I can't say I've ever tried as an adult."

"Let's see whatcha got, Pascal!" I peeled myself away from and made some distance between us. "After three, so one two three, we'll go under. Loser has to buy dinner."

"Alright!" Pedro giggled as he prepared himself. I counted down and felt the water move as we both submerged ourselves. I tried to count but lost track after 15 seconds when I felt the water shift. Pedro has resurfaced. "Whoops, I lost. Guess I'm buying dinner." He grinned at me.

"You did that on purpose. That's cheating."

"I didn't cheat!"

"If you love me, you'll do it again and won't cheat."

"Ugh fine. Using my love for you against you is a dirty game to play, Parker." He frowned and splashed me with water.

"Three, two, one." The water moved again. I got to 18 seconds before I resurfaced. I could see the outline of Pedro under the water. He sat still, barely any movement came from him. I counted another 10 seconds. He still hadn't moved. No bubbles. I panicked and grabbed him, allowing the water to flow up my nose.

"What are you doing? You said no cheating!" Pedro wiped the water from his face as I cleaned my nose from the stinging, bitter sea.

"I thought you'd drown! You wasn't moving!"

"Yeah!? I had to zone out. Pretty impressive, ugh?"

"It was. Too impressive. I panicked."

"I used to swim professionally. When I was younger, anyway."

"You kept that up your sleeve." I said as Pedro moved towards me.

"Thank you for saving me. Even though I didn't need saving. Glad to know you're looking out for me." I was scooped into his arms again.

"Always. You wanna jump off that rock into the water with me?" I pointed to the cliff edge that I'd been eyeing up.

"Urm, it looks pretty dangerous."

"I think we'll be alright."

"Oh I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about you. You're so clumsy. You fall over nothing. Putting you on a slippy cliff edge above water kinda fills me with anxiety."

"I'll be fine." I moved forward to kiss his sweet lips. "Come on!" We kept our hands clasped together as we strode through the sea and set about climbing to the top of the rocks. It wasn't as high as it looked. But Pedro was right. It was very slippy thanks to the algae that coated it. I did well to manoeuvre precariously over the rocks. Pedro was ahead of me. His longer legs being able to reach the top quicker than me. He held out his hand for me to grab onto as I scrambled to take the last few steps.

"You did it!" Pedro praised me as I stood next to him. I readjusted my right foot on the rock, as the sharp edge was digging into the sole of my foot when I slipped and hit the ground. "Shit! You OK?" Pedro tried not to laugh as he bent down to check on me.

"I think so! How!! Why!? Why am I like this?" I laughed as I tried to cover my embarrassment.

"You did so well as well. Reached the top then stacked it when you stood still!" He laughed, "Only you, Eleanor!"

As I stood up, I noticed a large portion of the skin on my knee had been grazed and blood trailed down my leg.

"Fuck! Are you OK?" Pedro noticed the same time as me.

"Yeah it's just a small mark." On further inspection, it was not a small mark. It was a cut. A very deep cut. With a portion of my skin scrapped around it. "Guess I'll be getting a bruise."

"I think you're gonna need stitches in that." Pedro was kneeling to look at it. His fingers tenderly gripped my leg as he examined it. "I'm serious, Eleanor. That's a pretty bad cut."

"I'll be fine. The sea water will help." Pedro gave me a challenging look. "I feel like you're using this as an excuse to not jump, Pedro."

"I'm not. I'm seeing if you're alright. I really think we should take you to the emergency room."

"I'll be fine. Please can we jump? I've not got my battle wounds in vain." Pedro frowned again at my comment before he gripped my hand tight.

"We're only doing this once. And we're going back to the lodge after this so we can clean you up." It was a command. I nodded my head. I knew he needed to know if I was OK and I wouldn't challenge that. "You ready?" Pedro was gentle as he helped me to the edge. Again, I nodded. He counted us down and on three, we threw ourselves into the water below. Somehow, it felt colder here than when we were in just moments ago. "You OK?"

"I'm fine."

"My angel." He pulled me to him and kissed my forehead. I naturally closed my eyes and savoured the feeling. "Gonna give me a heart-attack one day!"

"I'm fine. I'm always fine."

"Let's go get you cleaned up. We will take the rest of the afternoon easy, shall we?"

Back at the lodge, which luckily was a 2 minute walk from where we were staying, Pedro instantly walked to the sink to grab a paper towel and wet it.

"Sit down, baby." He commanded as he walked over to me. I did what I was told and took a seat on the sofa. My leg was still bleeding, a heavy flow had dried down my shin. "I'll be as gentle as I can." He tenderly smiled as me as he started to wipe away at the cut. I watched in awe of him. The way he gently gripped my leg with one hand, the other stroking away the muck and blood. Until I saw him wipe at the cut and a chunk of my flesh moved open. It made me woozy. "You OK?"

"Yep."

"This needs stitches honey."

"I'll just bandage it up. I'll be fine I promise. I don't want to go to the hospital."

"You sure? I'm not going to force you. I just want to know you're OK."

"I promise I'm fine." I touched his cheek as he knelt in front of me. "Thank you for looking after me."

"Always, darling."

"I've got a first aid kit in the boot of my car."

"Of course you have." Pedro laughed as I still cupped his cheek.

"Let me past so I can go grab it."

"Nope. You sit tight. I'll get it. Where's your keys?"

"On the side in the bedroom." I stood up with him.

"Sit down, rest."

"I wanna go sit on the patio."

"Come on then." He linked my arm and helped me outside.

"I'm fine, Pedro. It's just a cut on my knee."

"I don't care." He smiled down at me. We shared a look. An exchange. Unspoken words that silently told each other how much we loved each other. He sat me down on one of the recliners. "I'll be two minutes." He kissed my head and left. I brought my knee up for me to inspect the damage I'd done. I must have hit one of the sharp rocks, as there was a large chunk in the middle of my knee missing. The movement in my leg made blood pour of out the wound and down my leg. I grabbed the tissue Pedro had left me with and held it against my skin. Trying not to look at the cut, I cast my eyes to the beautiful scenery. Nothing but woods were all the eye could see. Beautiful greens and browns. I lay my head against my knee and took in my surroundings.

"Back." Pedro's voice made me turn around. He was stood in the doorway with the first aid kid, my car keys and his phone in his hand. He was shirtless and still in his trunks. "Wow."

"What?"

"You just look, wow. With the scenery. And you. Wow."

"Stop saying wow." I laughed at him.

"Stay there." Pedro commanded as he brought his phone up to take a photo. It never failed to give me butterflies every time that man wanted to capture a moment of me. I smiled at the camera, and the man behind it and allowed him to get his shot. "Gorgeous."

"Let me see." I asked as he sat on the chair next to me. He held up the phone to show me a shot that wasn't particularly great. But if Pedro liked it, he could keep it. Pedro stood up and took a photo of me pouting with my knee in my hands. He uploaded it to Instagram with the caption, 'the beach 1 - Eleanor 0'. Later, I received many get well soon messages from Pedro's fans. I appreciated them all so much.

At dinner, Pedro wore a button up shirt and jeans with his trainers. I wore a dark green floaty dress that tied on the shoulders and was long enough to cover the bandage on my leg. The colour against my skin made my tan look darker. And Pedro said it complimented my eyes.

"What do you have planned whilst I'm away?" Pedro asked as he picked up his wine glass and swigged. Everything that man did was magnetic.

"Urm quite a bit actually. I'm trying to distract myself as much as I can. I'm going to stick with my yoga classes. A couple of the women there said we should start going for a coffee so I'll see if that's happening. I'll do plenty of running. I'm gonna go see some theatre cos I've not seen half as much as I've wanted to since I've been here. Lux kindly offered to keep me company, so we're gonna plan a couple of things. And of course, we've got the Taylor Swift show the week before you come back. So that's gonna help loads to distract me. I can't wait for that. We're gonna wear matching outfits." Just talking about it made me super excited.

"I know, she's already told me. She's so excited to go with you. And I can see you're excited to go with her. I'm so lucky that I have you. But I'm so happy that Lux gets you, too. You're exactly the kind of friend she needs."

"That's so nice of you to say, Pedro. I think I need her friendship more than she needs mine." I sipped my wine. It tasted awful, but Pedro chose it and I didn't want to upset him.

"I think you need each other equally, for the opposite reasons to each other. Which makes you a dynamic duo. It's so joyous to be around you two when you're together. Both as crazy as each other."

"Do you know what size she is in clothes?" I asked, remembering I forgot to ask him sooner.

"I have absolutely no idea. Why?" He sipped the wine and momentarily closed his eyes. He enjoyed it. Please don't order another bottle, P!

"If I tell you, you absolutely cannot tell her."

"Alright?"

"So I asked her to stay around the night we go before we go to Taylor so we could have a girly night. But I'm going to throw her a Swiftie sleepover."

"You do know she loves Taylor Swift, right? Like she's her favourite person. I think she loves her more than she loves me."

"That's definitely not true. But yes, I did know. That's why I wanted to throw her the sleepover. I want her to have the best experience ever."

"Fuck me!" Pedro sighed.

"What?"

"Why do you have to be like this?" He ran his hands over his denim clad legs.

"Like what?" I panicked, thinking he was going to moan at me.

"Just so fucking perfect all the time? I don't think you quite realise how much she'll love that. How much it'll mean to her!"

"I just want to do something nice for her. I brought her some Folklore pyjamas from Taylor's website cos I know she loves that album. I'm just hoping I've brought the right size!"

"I'm sure you've done well and I know she'll appreciate it regardless. Thank you for looking after my family and loving them the way you care for me."

"Always. They're like my family now." My phone buzzed against the table, capturing both our attention. My screen lit up, showing the message preview from my dad.

"Do you need to get that?"

"No it's fine. My dad just text me a picture of the dog." I locked my phone and stared at the man in front of me. "I wish the food would hurry up, I'm starving."

"I'll give it 5 more minutes before I ask where it is. I feel like we've had to while. Surely two pizzas don't take long?"

"You wouldn't think so. Especially when the waitress was all over you. You'd think she'd give you the special treatment." I rolled my eyes remembering the earlier interaction between her and Pedro.

"Don't be jealous baby." He smirked at me. "She couldn't have liked me that much if it's taken 30 minutes for our food to arrive."

"I bet she told the kitchen to delay your food so she could stand at watch you for a while." As if on cue, she strolled over to the table. She placed my pizza in front of me without looking at me.

"And here's your food, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him. Whilst I totally get why she would do it - he was the best looking guy in the world, I was annoyed.

"No, I'm good thank you. Honey?" Pedro leant across the table and held me hand. The sweet and simple gesture was for the waitress. To show how devoted he was to me. How he wasn't interested in her. It made me love him a little bit more.

"No, I'm good thank you." I smiled sweetly at Pedro and then at the waitress. Who stole one last smile at Pedro before she turned to leave.

"How's your knee, babe?" Pedro asked half way through dinner, as he slid a slice of pizza into his mouth.

"Really sore. But I'm fine. It's probably but the bruising coming out. I wouldn't be me if I didn't injure myself on the daily."

"I really think we should have taken you to do the hospital. It's gonna leave a scar."

"I'd rather the scar than go to hospital. It'll be a reminder of this trip."

"Strange way of looking at it, but I kinda get it." Pedro smiled sweetly at me, as he held up his glass, "Cheers. To our first vacation together. I love you!"

After our meal, we took the longer scenic walk back to the lodge, which took us past the lake.

"Look at the moon!" I stopped and let go of his hand as I stood and stared at the large glowy circle in the sky. It was full and bright. Hanging proudly over the water. "It's making the water look like glitter!" I turned and saw Pedro with his phone in his hand, snapping a picture. "What are you doing?"

"Wanting to capture this moment and keep it forever. You are so breathtaking, Eleanor." He lowered the phone and held his arms open for me.

"I wish I could describe how it feels when you give nice compliments like that. I feel so lucky. The luckiest girl in the world." I stood in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest as we stood and stared at the stars.

"I feel like I'm in a film. Staring at the stars with you." He turned to look down at me and kissed me sweetly.

"You're an actor, doesn't feeling like you're in a film lose its spark?"

"Not with you." He grinned at me. The humidity in the air has coated his skin in a dewy glow and I couldn't stop staring at his neck. "Shall we get back?" He asked. I nodded and letting temptation win, kissed his sweaty neck.

"Here's to us, and a wonderful break." Pedro clinked his glass against mine as we sat on the decking. The fizzy wine bubbled in my throat as I gulped down a mouthful and smiled at him. "You are honestly so beautiful, it hurts."

"Ditto, Pedro." 

Pedro's phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up and laughed at the screen before putting it back down.

"What?"

"Sarah!" He chuckled like a child.

"What did she do?"

"Look!" He held up his phone to show me the text she'd sent him.

Sarah: the photo you uploaded to your IG of Eleanor is ART, P! Get that up on the wall ASAP, you lucky fucker!!! 😍

"What photo is she talking about?" I asked, trying to hide the blush in my face. As if Sarah Paulson had just wrote those words... about ME!?

"This one!" He tapped on his phone and showed me a picture of me at the Lake when I was staring at the moon. Pedro managed to capture me when I turned around. He'd caught me mid smile, my hair swishing over my shoulders. The lake looked stunning with the moon stealing the show. He'd captioned it "dream girl and the luckiest man alive" which made my heart swoon.

"Awww that's such a nice photo. You made me look so nice!" I grabbed his phone to take a closer look.

"I think you make you look nice."

"Is this really what I look like?"

"You look better in real life, but yes. You are just that stunning." I kissed him hard before he could say anything else. "And yes, I will be getting that printed to put on my wall at home."

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby." We grinned at each other in unison before we met each other in the middle and kissed. It started off a loving peck. But within seconds, the air between us turned and we equally deepened the  kiss. Our lips parted only momentarily to place our glasses onto the table before Pedro grabbed my head in his hands and kissed me hard. I was concentrating on his moustache chafing against my top lip when I felt him slide his tongue into my mouth. I leant back against the chair, allowing Pedro to naturally follow and hover over me.

"I wanna fuck you so hard." He mumbled against my lips, his hot breath tingled my sensitive lips.

"So fuck me here, hard." I bit my lip as I looked into his deep brown eyes. The sight of him glaring at me was enough to make me crumble on the spot.

"Out here?"

"Yeah."

"And as hard as I want it?"

"As hard as you can give it to me." I ran my hands from his cheeks and into his hair, where I gripped his dark locks and tugged his head back, leaving his neck exposed for me. I gave a swift and firm lick from the base of his neck to below his head, relishing the sounds of his moans. His hand gripped my chin and held me to the chair, slightly tight but ignitingly hot.

"Baby, you have no idea how hard I'm gonna give it to you." He kissed me hard as his hand continued to pin me to the chair. "Spit." He held up his palm to my mouth and commanded. I did what I was told and watched as he used it to coat himself. My stomach flipped watching him play with himself. "Take off your dress." Hearing him command to me did things to my body I couldn't explain. "Slowly." Wanting to do what I was told, I slowly pulled the hem of my dress up. The bandage around my knee did not make me feel sexy, and I tried my best not to draw attention to it as I tried to seduce him. "So fucking hot. Even with your battle wounds." I felt my cheeks blush. Soon, my dress was on the floor, leaving me wearing nothing by my bra and pants. "Can I get a photo of you, like this, for me?"

"Yeah." I breathed, moving my body to allow Pedro to get the best angle of me. Whilst I felt insecure how about I'd look on the photo, knowing Pedro would love any shot he got of me made me care less.

"So fucking gorgeous." He smiled at the screen before he locked his phone and put it on the table. It didn't go unnoticed that Pedro continued to play with himself whilst he started at the photo he had just taken. My body was on fire. "Come 'ere!" His hands cupped the back of my legs as he pulled me down the lounger to him. I'd noticed how much tender he'd been on my injured knee. Even if the moments of raging passion, he was incredibly thoughtful and tender with me. "This," he ran a finger of me through my pants, making my back arch. "Mine. All of you, mine." His finger slipped passed the material and into me. So quickly I only had time to breath in. "How fast do you want it?"

"Slow then fast."

"Like this?" The first few strokes were cruelly slow. I could feel his fingers curl each time he entered me. Then suddenly the pace picked up to an alarming rate which made me pant and throw my hand forward onto his shoulder. "That feel good, baby?" His voice was dark and silky and helped to elevate the pleasure. I hummed into his neck, not being able to think about anything but his long fingers in me. "Tell me. I want you to tell me how good this feels."

"So good. I can't think properly."

"Are you ready for me to be deep in you?" He asked. I mumbled.

"Answer me."

"Yes, please. I want you in me."

"Good girl." What Pedro did next made me crumble. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and put them in his mouth, fully making a show of what he was doing. The look on his face showed he had got the reaction from me he wanted. "Delicious." He devilishly grinned.

"Fuckkkkkk!" I moaned, throwing my arm over my eyes as I tried to contemplate what he'd just done. I felt his fingers pull my arm from over my face and pin it to the chair above my head.

"No hiding from me. I wanna see you." He pecked my lips lightly. "Driving you wild?"

"You have no idea. I've never felt like this before. I feel like I'm gonna cum just watching you."

"Good. But no cumming yet." He kissed me again but harder and more roughly. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard. So deep. I wanted you on your knees for me, but that's out the picture for a while." He tugged on my knees again. "So you're gonna put these gloriously long legs over my shoulders and I'm gonna go as deep as we can. Got it?" I nodded my head. "I can't hear you."

"I'm gonna put my legs over your shoulders and you're gonna fuck me hard and deep."

"Good girl." Pedro yanked my underwear off in record speed and stripped off himself. He positioned both my legs over his shoulders and asked if I was comfortable. I nodded and bit my lip, ready to go. "Nice and slowly baby." I felt his tip at my entrance as he slowly pushed himself into me. "Feel it all. Every bit of me. So slow. Fuck. You feel so good." I wanted to close my eyes and scream but knew Pedro would only tell me to look at him in the eyes. So I did. And he stared back. "Fuck. I love being in you." He placed a kiss on my calf. He was as deep as he could go and I felt him stall there. "Fuck, I just, I just need to, fuck, this feels so good. So deep. Does it feel good for you?"

"Hmm so good. I can feel you..." before I could finish, he pulled out and rammed himself into me. "Fuck!"

"I've wanted to do this all night." He pulled back and slammed into me again. "Fuck, you're so tight baby. You feel so good."

"I feel so full, Pedro. Again." I begged. Knowing I couldn't keep this going for long. He rammed into me. Again. And again. And again. Each one getting faster and faster till I felt myself building up. I tried to breathe slower, trying to cleanse myself around him, anything I could to absorb the pleasure. I grabbed handfuls of his hair and yanked his head closer to mine so I could shove my tongue into his mouth. Pedro grinned against my lips as his tongue fought mine, all the while he relentlessly pounded into me.

"Tell me how good this feels." His breath was hot against my mouth.

"It feels so deep. Oh my god, I've never felt like this before."

"Me either. You drive me crazy!" He rested his forehead on mine as he continued to ram into me. Each one taking me closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cu-cum soon. Oh my god!!!" Knowing I couldn't take much more, Pedro moved his hand between my legs and started to rub circles on my clit. The added pleasure intensified the euphoric feeling and I slowly came apart around him, mumbling his name as I came. Pedro came soon after, and feeling him cum inside me was almost as orgasmic as my own undoing.

We lay cuddling each other in the warm open air. Pedro lay with his head on my chest as I played with his hair. Our heavy pants were in unison, filling the dark just knight.

"That just might be the best sex I've ever had." He lifted his chin to rest on my chest.

"Just might be?"

"Most definitely was. Being out here with you, no one around, hearing you moan my name like that."

"I feel the same way. I usually don't like people calling me by my whole first name. But hearing you moan 'Eleanor' during sex makes me go wild."

"My Eleanor." He pouted his lips for a kiss. "I just know I'm gonna love you for as long as I live." I was convinced that my cause of death would be the way this man absolutely drove me wild as he passionately had sex with me then swept me off my feet by saying the most romantic things. It hurt my heart and made my head spin.

"Even if I ran off and married Harry Styles?" I brushed my hands through his messy post sex curls.

"Even if you ran off with him, or anyone else. If you woke up one day and decided you didn't want me anymore, I'd still love you forever. I'll always love you. Even if you didn't love me. Because I feel like the only thing I was meant to do with my life was love you."

"Pedro..." I felt tears build up in my eyes.

"If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for. I told you, didn't I? I told you that when I first saw you, I just knew it. I just know we were always meant to meet and be together forever."

I pulled his head to mine and kissed him as lovingly and heartfelt as I could. I couldn't match what he just said. I felt it too. But I wasn't very good with words. So I tried my best to pour my feelings into the kiss.

"Yeah, I know you feel the same, baby. Thank you for loving me the way you do." He kissed my forehead. "Shall we go to bed?"

"Please."

Pedro and I pulled up the large Target store a 16 minute drive from our house. We'd live there for 2 years now and it still felt weird to call it our home. Somewhere we shared together.

"It's like Christmas for you, isn't it?" He grinned as he stopped the car. He tapped my knee, silently telling me not to move until he came round to my side of the car and open it for me. I'd gotten used to this now. The door opened and his hand was straight out towards me, helping me get out the car safely. Over the last 5 months, Pedro's need to keep me safe had heightened significantly. Though I couldn't blame him. And I was very thankful for it. "You look so big today. Well, not big, shit I shouldn't have said that. Like, you've actually got a bump today. Shit, it makes it feel real." His hand rolled over my stomach.

"It's fine you can say I'm big. I feel massive." He smiled at his linked his fingers through mine. We strolled hand and hand to the store. Watching Pedro grab a shopping cart and push it around the store made my heart sore. It felt like a normal relationship. Like a real relationship.

"I know I said this morning you could go a little crazy in here, but try not to buy everything. And try not to be too long. We've gotta leave at 6:45 tonight." Pedro wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple.

"I still can't believe you were foolish enough to say I could have whatever I wanted from here."

"Honey, seeing what you have to go through to grow our baby, you can have whatever you want. All the time. Forever. Do you still feel sick?"

"Funny you should say that because I've been eyeing up a new car..." he gave me a eye side and smirked, knowing I was joking but also testing to see if I really was. "Nope, feel fine now. I just really want some pickles. Which, at 11:30am doesn't seem appealing to me. But your daughter seems to think so."

"I still can't believe we're having a girl." The twinkle in his eyes let me know exactly how he felt about being a girl dad.

"I honestly can't wait to see you become a dad. She's going to be the luckiest little girl in the world." I hugged his bicep. He looked glorious; dressed in shorts and a hoodie with his hair messy and his thick rimmed glasses on. Looking like a dad. Preparing to be a dad. My heart soared.

We consciously strolled down the baby aisles, somewhere we'd only recently started venturing down. My thumb starting to absentmindedly play with the ring on my hand. It had been glued to my finger for 412 days. It was surreal that I'd been engaged to this man for over a year.

"Is it wrong of me that I'm a little jealous that our daughter will get your last night before I do?" I popped the question to Pedro, who burst out laughing.

"You know, I've been waiting for you to make that comment." He grinned down at me. "No, I can see why you're jealous. I'd be too. But you're growing her. Let me have something with her. Our own little bond."

"Fine, I'll just marry someone else."

"Nu-uh!" He replied instantly, before bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my ring. "Mine." He gave me his megawatt smile. "Besides, you're having my baby, you're not going anywhere." Ugh, my heart!

"I suppose I can wait." I grinned. Seeing Pedro scan the baby aisles, trying to find the essentials for his child made me love him a whole new level I never knew was possible. I watched in awe as he picked up a packet of nappies, or diapers as Pedro would call them. I idly wondered about the language our daughter would use, how American she would be. How much if my English accent and slang she would pick up on. I hoped for a mix of both, but knew deep down she'd be a mini version of her dad.

"Should we get more?" Pedro held them up to me, concern all over his face.

"We've already got so many." We had a walk in cupboard in the nursery that was filled with nappies. It was probably the only thing, apart from the nursery itself, that we had brought.

"But these are extra absorbent?" His comment made me chuckle.

"I think they all claim to be that. But get them if you think we need them." I leant against his shoulder.

"I'll get a couple, just to be sure." He whacked a few bags into the cart. We idly wandered over to the clothes. Something we desperately needed to get. We had nothing. "There's absolutely no way." His eyes sparkled as he grabbed a multipack of rompers off the shelf. "There's no way any human will fit into this! Our baby will fit into this? It's tiny!"

"Actually," I lifted off the 0-3month sizing from the shelf, "our baby will fit into this when she's born." I handed him the garments.

"No way!" His eyes glossed over as he thumbed the material. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Oh Pedro, don't! You're gonna make me cry!" I cupped his head and brought him closer to me. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and hugged my close to him. He stayed there a couple of seconds before he pulled back and kissed my forehead.

"It's the first time it's actually started to feel real, you know? That our baby will be this tiny and real and we'll spend the rest of our lives looking after her. I can't wait to be a family." He gave me a heartfelt smile that burnt straight through to my heart.

"And to think, there was a time where we were so anti kids!"

"Now I'm so up for having all the babies with you! Loads of 'em! At least 10!"

"Let me see how the first one goes, shall we?" I knew he was joking about having 10 babies; but he wasn't joking about having multiple babies. Something I couldn't even comprehend right now. "It still freaks me out that there's an actual human growing in me though."

"Yeah, it freaks me out too!" Pedro spoke to me but continued to look at the tiny outfit in his hands. A little plain blush pink romper. "I'm gonna get this. Can we bring her home in this?" I knew this moment had been a core one for him; a realisation that his baby girl was real and going to be with him before he knew it. He wanted to capture this moment.

"Of course." Anything for you, my Pedro.

"Fuck, I don't think I've ever been more in love with you. You look incredible, baby." Pedro's hands found my ever growing waist. I wore a black slinky maternity maxi dress. I was at a stage in pregnancy where my normal clothes had started to get tight and uncomfortable.

"I feel a bit ugly."

"You've never looked better. Pregnancy looks so good on you." His hands were all over me, touching me, squeezing me.

"You don't have to try and make me feel better. I know what I look like."

"I don't think you do. I saw so many comments on Instagram earlier from the fans saying how glowy and radiant you look."

"They're just saying that because they're your fans."

"Maybe. But they're being truthful."

"Which picture was it?"

"Some paparazzi shot when we went to get juices the other day. Usually I'm not one for enjoying the attention from the paps, but I like that they managed to capture a candid moment between us. Before you split your juice everywhere, anyway." He smirked as he jabbed me, causing my eyes to roll.

"Ruined my favourite white shirt by doing that. I have no idea why the stain why come out."

"I'll buy you another one." He kissed me sweetly. "You ready to go?"

I jumped awake, hearing the sound of Pedro's voice calling me.

"Someone was having a good dream. You were smiling in your sleep. It better be about me!"

"It was about you." I grumbled as I rubbed the fatigue from my eyes. "I had a dream I was pregnant."

"Oh really? I hope it was my hypothetical baby? And not Harry Styles'?"

"Nope. Yours. We were walking around Target buying baby things."

"Do you have something to tell me?" He raised his brow. His concerned gesture caused me to belly laugh.

"I mean, it was wholesome and whilst I believe you'd make the most incredible Dad in the world," I shifted up the bed to lie directly under him, "No babies. Not now, not ever." I kissed his lips sweetly.

"Morning." He grinned at me.

"Morning, you." I kissed him again. "You still don't want babies, do you?"

"Nope. No children for me, thanks. Just you. Forever."

"Just checking. No babies for us, but we can still enjoy the baby making process, right?" Copying his earlier expression, I raised my brow.

"Oh yes. Loads of that. Now?"

"Please." I asked as his lips crashed onto mine.

It felt like the trip had gone in the blink of an eye. I just wanted to stay here and not have Pedro leave for a month. It was something I was quickly learning to have to deal with and would happen in our relationship. We were packing the car up with our belongs.

"I'm gonna miss this." Pedro spoke as he put our bags into the boot.

"I was just thinking the same. Makes it even worse that when we get back, you'll be leaving me for a month."

"I'll be back before you know it. And we'll be flying to England to see your family. It's going to be such a special trip."

"Are you sure you definitely want to come?"

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I? Unless you don't want me to come?" I'd upset him by my statement.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just meant these last few months have been crazy for you and you've not had time to yourself. Just had periods of work in New York, straight into this job for a month and you come back for a day before you're off to England with me for a week. It's been full on for you. I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Babe, the trip to England is exactly what I need. What I want. Spending time with you, seeing where you grew up. Meeting your loved ones. I'm really looking forward to it. It's keeping me going."

"I'm really excited too."

"Keys. I'll drive."

"I don't mind. I got us here."

"And I'll drive us back. Keys, please, Eleanor." I begrudgingly handed over the key and allowed him to grin at me as I rolled my eyes. "I drive, you choose the songs. No more Harry Styles, please." He rolled his eyes and slapped my ass. "I love ya!"

"You'll text me when you land?"

"I promise." Pedro stood in front of me in the airport. Ready to start his next adventure. My heart hurt looking at the fluffy man with his backpack on. The rest of our holiday had gone by too fast quickly and in turn, Pedro leaving for his next film crept up on us. "Don't miss me too much."

"I already miss you."

"I've got you something. But you can't open it till you're in the car."

"Wait? No! I didn't get you anything?" I held my hands up to refuse the small gift bag Pedro tried to hand me.

"So? Just take it. I promise it's not expensive."

"Well on that basis then..." I took it from his hands and hugged his tight. "Thank you."

"You don't even know what it is yet."

"I'll love it because you gave it to me."

"I'll talk to you as much as I can." He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. I knew it was time for him to go and I wasn't ready.

"I hope you have the best time. Go show them what you're made of. I'm so proud of you." A single tear ran down my cheek as I grinned with pride at the man in front of me.

"From your mouth, to my heart. I love you. Stop crying." He wiped away the tear for me.

"I love you."

"Bye baby." He turned and gave me his best grin. And just like that. He was gone. Ready for his next adventure.

I did my best to not cry as I walked back to my car, gripping the gift bag like my life depended on it. I shut the door behind me and instantly pulled it open. Inside was a small card and a gift box. I chose to open the card first. The illustration on the front was a cartoon drawing of Pedro at the premiere of The Last of Us. The first and only one we attended together. I knew that wasn't a coincidence. The text read,

Sorry I couldn't get you Pedro Pascal so this card will have to do.

Pedro had scribbled on the card so it read,

'Sorry I couldn't get you Pedro Pascal (for now. he'll see you soon) this card will have to do.'

His alterations instantly put a smile on my face. I opened the card to see his writing,

To my Eleanor,

On the days you miss me, read this card and remember how much I love you. Thank you for always supporting me in every aspect of my life. Thank you for bringing so much joy, love and laughter into my world. I'm never happier than when I'm with you.

I don't always know the right words to say, and I know how much you love music, so I made you a Spotify playlist to do all the talking. Play it when you need me.

I love you and I'll see you real soon, baby.

Your Pedroxxxx

P.s - I'll text you the link to the playlist.

I grabbed my phone from my bag and tapped the screen to life. 3 new messages from Pedro.

Pedro: www.Spotify.com/Songsformyeleanor

Pedro: the playlist. Hope you've read the card and I've not spoilt the surprise

Pedro: I hope you're not crying. I love you.

I quickly replied, though he had probably taken off by now.

Me: I love you so much. I'm gonna play it on my way home.

I dipped my hand into the bag to retrieve the gift box. A simple black box. I pulled off the lid and found another piece of paper and a key. Attached to the key was a keychain of the letter P. I opened the note.

You shared your space with me, so share mine with me. Your own key to my apartment. Drop by anytime. When I'm there. When I'm not.

P.S, I counted all my T-shirts and hoodies so I'll know if you've stolen any!!!

P.P.S, I'm only joking. Take my clothing. Take whatever you want. XXXXXXXXXX

I loved that man with every inch of my heart, body and soul.