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Pablo Schreiber as himself
Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.
Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.
The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.
"Babe!"
"In the kitchen, baby."
He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.
"Pablo, you're all sweaty. Stop, baby," you giggled.
"Don't dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit," he teased.
"Usually your shirt is off and that's the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked." he teased.
He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.
"Damn. I'll be glad when I get some downtime. I've been missing my babies."
"Me too, papa," you replied, giving him another quick kiss. "You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming."
"Honey, I told you to go on and eat without me."
"I know, but I like eating dinner with you," you explained.
"Please, baby. Go on and eat. I'm not that hungry. I'm going to shower and then go over a few scripts. Just leave my plate in the microwave. I can eat it later."
You cocked your head to the side. "Hmm," you said, eyeing him suspiciously. "You haven't eaten since breakfast, how could you not be hungry?"
"Maybe I had some lunch, babe," he chuckled nervously. "It's not like we spend every waking moment together."
You weren't buying it. He always ate after working out.
"Pablo. Tell. Schreiber. You ate without me!"
"What? No, I didn't!"
"It's written all over your face, Pablo! Not you lying to me too."
"Baby."
"Unloyal ass man. When?"
"I grabbed something on the way home," he responded, looking guilty. He ran his hands down his face, knowing what was to come of this discussion.
"What did you eat? Why'd you eat without me?"
The sadness in your voice made him feel bad.
"Baby, it's not that serious. I just grabbed something quick and ate it on the drive home."
"You went and got tacos without me didn't you?"
You and your damn empathic accuracy. When it came to Pablo and how he went about things, you could read him like a book.
"Baby. I'm sorry, but if I had to eat Italian one more night this week, I was going to lose my shit."
You didn't want to be irrational, but your hormones got the best of you. The tears were impossible to fight.
"Mama, stop that. Don't cry."
"You said that you didn't mind it, because that's what I've been craving."
"I don't, but honey we've had pasta three nights in a row," he chuckled. "Seafood Alfredo. Baked ziti. Last night there was lasagna."
His chuckle struck a nerve, and your eyes were brimming with tears again.
"My feelings are funny to you? Bet. I'll cook for everyone but you for the rest of the week. Have fun feeding yourself. You inconsiderate jackass!"
Deep down you knew you were being unreasonable but it was too late to turn back now. The sudden spark of anger caught your husband by surprise. He sat at the kitchen table baffled as he watched you storm off with your food in hand. Pablo was startled as you slammed the bedroom door.
He let out a long sigh running his hand down his face. Pablo decided it would be best to give you a moment to gather your thoughts and cool off.
"Yeah, guess I should've seen that one coming. Are we seriously at odds over fucking pasta?" He was baffled by the turn of events.
"I must really love this woman to pieces. I know all too well what the mood swings are like, yet I keep getting her pregnant," he mumbled to himself in amusement. Then he heard a little voice and remembered why it was all worth it.
"Daddy you maked mommy sad. Did you be mean to her," his five-year-old McKenna asked. She had one hand on her hip and the other clasped her little brother Marcus' hand. He wore a smirk on his face, while his big sister was all seriousness.
Chuckling he scooped them both into his arms and placed each child on a knee. Stealing a few kisses, he hugged them tight and tried to explain himself.
"You know how you both get cranky when you don't take a nap?"
Both toddlers nodded their heads quickly. He smiled at them, appreciating the fact that they looked so much like you two. They were the perfect blend of you both. In his eyes, they were absolute perfection.
"Well, that's kind of what it's like for mommies when they're having a baby. The baby takes up a lot of their energy, and it's hard for them to get comfortable when trying to sleep. So it's kind of like missing a nap every day. Mommy's just tired, uncomfortable, and very hungry. That makes her a little sad and at times cranky, so she accidentally took her frustration out on daddy."
He couldn't help but grin at how focused they were listening to his explanation.
"Daddy also made mommy feel a little left out. He did something without her and it made mama sad, but it's going to be okay. I'll apologize to her, but for now, we're going to hang out here and give her a little peace and quiet."
He couldn't help but smile at his children. Pablo could see the thoughts racing through their heads as they tried to process the information. Once they fully understood they smiled big and nodded their heads. McKenna gave Pablo a big hug and kiss.
"Thank you, baby girl, what was that for?"
"Because you gonna apologize to mommy and maked her feel better!"
"That's right, baby. Now you two go finish your movie, then it's bath and bedtime."
Both kids hugged him once more and went back to the theater room to finish their movie, or so he thought.
After grabbing a quick shower in the guest bathroom, he ducked off into the garage. Grabbing something he left in his vehicle, a thought entered his mind. Feeling bad for having upset you, he decided to straighten up the kitchen and start the laundry. Pablo was still giving you time to cool down. Little did he know the munchkins were up to something.
He had his back to the entryway trying to finish up the last of the dishes. He heard the pitter-patter of feet. Feeling a presence beside him, two sets of hands yanked on his pant legs.
"Shouldn't you little rascals be finishing your movie?"
Each child pushed and pulled at him forcing him to turn around. That's when he saw that you were standing on the other side of the island looking down rubbing circles on your belly. Looking up at him, he saw you nibble your bottom lip. Your eyes looked as if you were embarrassed. Before he could say anything McKenna spoke up.
"Mama, daddy gots something he wants to tell you, don't you daddy," she squeaked.
"Right Marcus? Don't daddy gots something to say?"
"Yeah," your baby boy shouted excitedly.
Pablo laughed as he strode over to you. He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your face. Looking at you with remorse he husked, "I'm sorry I didn't consider your feelings. I should've communicated to you that I was tired of eating pasta." You both chuckled at that.
"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I was being ridiculous. These damn mood swings," you replied, rolling your eyes. You had forgotten the kids were in the room.
"Mama! You not 'uppose to say that! It's a bad word! Now you gots to get in trouble. Right, daddy?"
"I know, baby. Mommy's sorry."
"That's okay, Kenna. Daddy will give mama a good talking to," he leaned in to whisper the rest in your ear. "And a good spanking. Unless you can think of a few ways to show daddy you're sorry?"
The reply you wanted to give him was inappropriate with the babies present. You and Pablo assured the kids that you were good and rushed them back to the theatre room. Once you were certain they were out of earshot, you gave Pablo a hungry kiss. With his hands resting on your belly, he gave you that look.
"How are you going to show daddy you're sorry, baby?"
His tone of voice sent heat throughout your body, making you ache for him. He pressed himself into you to feel his growing erection. Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up and down your neck. "Speak up, baby. How do you plan to show me?"
"I guess you'll have to slide something in my filthy little mouth to teach me a lesson," you moaned.
"Such a naughty girl. You love to get on your knees for me don't you sweetheart," he groaned, sucking on your neck.
"Baby, you'll have to settle for me sitting on the edge of the bed. If I get on my knees, we'll be stuck, papa. Pregnancy stole my "Megan knees." I just can't get up and down like I used to," she joked. Guess there won't be any more twerking freely around the house until this baby drops.
You both fell out laughing at that for a moment. Pablo's face turned back to lust as he leaned in, "Why don't I just get on my knees for you?"
"Let's hurry up and get these kids to bed. If we keep standing here talking like this you might have to put me on this island real quick."
"Fuck. Now I'm picturing myself on my knees. My head between those sexy ass thighs. You're on the counter screaming my name. I miss the days when we could have sex all over the house."
"Well, your mom is taking the kids for the weekend," you smirked.
"I have the best mama in the world. I'll be putting your ass on every surface in this kitchen, sweetheart."
"You're so damn nasty. Let's go put our babies to bed. Then you can put my ass to sleep. You did eat without me so you owe me, daddy. I'm going to need you to bring me to it and bring me through it multiple times. Don't plan on coming up for air anytime soon. Even if I beg you to stop. Keep it going, baby." With that, you stole a kiss, winked, and sauntered out of the room.
In a trance, Pablo watched the sway in your hips and plumpness of your ass walk away from him. He mumbled, "that ass can make a grown man cry." He snapped out of it rushing out of the kitchen behind his wife.
"Bath time then bed kiddos, let's go! Daddy needs to put mama on her side!"
"Pablo!"
"What? We're just gonna wrestle and have a playdate. Adults only of course."
"One day they're going to understand what you really mean. Come help me with these children and hush!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"You can't wrestle with mama, daddy. She gots a baby in her belly! Mama, what's a playdate for 'dults like? Do you play hide and seek.," McKenna questioned.
"Good grief," you mumbled.
Pablo was now standing in the doorway to the kid's bathroom. His eyes lit up with amusement.
With a chuckle, he responded, "We'll tell you when you're eighteen, and you won't be having any until you're thirty."
Your sweet innocent baby's face lit up. Not grasping what her father was saying, her head nodded quickly.
"Okay, daddy!"
If only she knew her father's future plans to scare off and intimidate any potential suitors. No one was going to be good enough for his precious baby girl.
Placing your tiny humans into the tub, you fell into their nightly routine. Pablo told you there was an email he needed to answer. You offered to finish bathing the kids while he finished up his work. Not wanting you to take on all the responsibility, he insisted on tucking them in for a bedtime story. He assured you he'd be done taking care of business in time.
Pablo's heart warmed at the sight of his three favorite people snuggling. Entering McKenna's bedroom, he admired the way both children were glued to your sides. They were lying on your chest as you run your fingers through their hair.
"They tried to stay awake for you, but their bubble bath has melatonin in it," you smiled apologetically.
"That's okay, mama," he responded.
He leaned over the bed, giving you a peck on the lips. Pablo scooped up Marcus and helped you slip from under McKenna. The both of you pulled the covers over your baby girl and kissed her forehead.
"We'll put baby boy to bed and then we'll head to the kitchen. I have something for you."
Once Marcus was sound asleep in his bed, Pablo quietly led you to your surprise. He had covered your eyes as you entered your destination.
"Why are we coming back here?"
Instead of answering you, he opted to reveal the gift. Removing his hands from your eyes, you let out a gasp followed by a giggle.
"When did you find the time to do this?"
"I didn't have an email to answer."
"Wait, I'm confused. How? When did you get this?"
"You honestly thought that I would go to our favorite spot and not bring you anything?"
The kitchen table had a plethora of both chicken and shrimp tacos. Next to them were chips, queso, and salsa accompanied by a wine glass filled with cranberry juice. You're sweet husband had reheated your food and set the table for you. The romantic goof had candles burning and the lights dimmed. The sweet gesture combined with pregnancy hormones caused your eyes to water.
"Baby," Pablo grinned. "It's just tacos. I tried to tell you earlier, but I pissed you off before I got the chance."
"Now I feel even worse for the way I acted."
"Don't. I should've just told you I was getting food in the first place," he countered.
"You know the fact that you did this makes me want you even more, right?"
"I had a feeling it might," he beamed. "Not right now though. Eat first. Fuck later."
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