This is an idea from Kimberly_m2002. Thanks so much for the awesome idea!!

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You secretly got married to Pedro several months ago. You've kept your relationship a secret from the media, as you didn't want them distorting it.

However, tonight you're going along with Pedro, at the big movie premiere and you're a little nervous.

But as always, Pedro is there by your side, to keep you safe.

Some minor sweating and a bit of innuendo.

.....

Ohhh, how are you going to manage this evening, at the movie premiere??

This is the first time you and Pedro are stepping out together, at a public event as a married couple.

You met Pedro on the set of one of his movies and instantly, you two connected.

You had to be extremely careful, as not to tip off of any of the paparazzi and often, Pedro didn't like you out there, on there your own, should you end up ambushed.

Tonight, though, the world was going to meet you, as Mrs. Pedro Pascal.

You only hoped you could withstand the storm.

....

"Mi amor." Pedro looks positively breathtaking in a pure white suit, wearing his glasses, which you only found more sexy, his brown hair, longish and curly.

You smile, reaching up to touch his patchy facial hair and Pedro grips you by the hips, his gaze, intense.

"You look fabulous, Y/N. You're going to knock everyone dead tonight!"

You smile and lean in for a kiss, loving the feeling of Pedro's mustache hairs tickling your upper lip.

"Oh, I hope not, Pedrito! Gosh, I'm so nervous, I can't hardly think straight!"

Pedro leans his forehead against yours, a tenderness coming over his face.

"I'm going to be right there, my sweet. No one is going to bother you. And if they do..." Pedro trails off, but gives you a fierce look and you know he'd fight for you.

No matter what.

....

You often wondered how you and Pedro would do together.

You're not quite half his age, although close. You're closer to thirty than twenty, but you just know there will speculation about your and Pedro's age difference.

The limo is slowing down and your heart starts to pound and your palms get sweaty and your breathing quickens.

"Are you ready, mi amor?" You turn, staring into Pedro's beautiful brown eyes, which are crinkling at the corners and you smile.

"As ready as I'll ever be, my Pedrito."

.....

You're going along the red carpet, the paparazzi, an endless sea, are standing close by, snapping multiple photos of you and Pedro.

A few of them call out to Pedro, asking about the mystery woman, you, but Pedro doesn't reply.

Instead, he merely smiles, taking your hand and moving forward, towards the actual reporters.

.....

"And who is this beautiful, young woman?" A woman thrusts a microphone into Pedro's face, smiling brightly and awaiting am answer.

"Your niece, perhaps? Or someone who's simply a friend?"

"Actually," you speak up, surprised at how calm you sound. "I'm Pedro's wife."

Shock flashes in the woman's eyes a d several paparazzi, who are within hearing range, immediately turn, their cameras trained on you and Pedro.

"Is that true, Pedro?"

"Yes," Pedro says, his eyes locked on yours, that smile of his, is clearly only for you.

"Well!" The woman still hasn't quite recovered from your statement and she's floundering somewhat.

"That's...that's...well! Congratulations."

"Thank you." Pedro gives you a wink, still holding your hand as you head for inside the theater, leaving the dumbstruck reporter behind.

.....

Pedro keeps touching you as much as possible.

You don't mind. In fact, you kinda prefer that Pedro keep his hands on you.

You nestle against Pedro, his arms holding you securely. You smile, watching Pedro on the big screen, doing his magic.

You turn, pressing your face into the side of Pedro's head, drawing a soft chuckle from him.

"You're so damn beautiful, Y/N." You gently press your lips to his and give Pedro a tender kiss.

Pedro's gaze grows intense and kisses you back.

"You look pretty damn beautiful, yourself, Pedro Pascal."

......

You're relieved when it's time to head back home and just cuddle with Pedro in your bed, entangled together.

"How much would you like to bet that everyone who heard our shocking news this evening, is going absolutely ballistic?"

Pedro grins, those adorable dimples showing. You reach up, carefully fingering them, making Pedro laugh.

"Oh, I couldn't disagree. But I don't really give a shit what any of them think. I only care about you think."

You close your eyes, snuggling even closer to Pedro.

Sometimes this whole thing feels like it can't possibly be real.

And yet it is.

Pedro's right. Who cares what everyone thinks? You both love each other and that's what's important.

"You're right, my Pedrito. I love you."

You feel Pedro's hands, gently caressing your body and you smile without opening your eyes.

"Yes, mi amor. I love you, too."

His lips gently find yours and this time, you do open your eyes, just enjoying the view in front of you.

You feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

It can't get any better than this.