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Summary: Gavi noticed how suddenly you became quiet and shy around him. Thinking he did something bad, he confronted you about it.
Warnings: cursing.
Gavi and you are opposites. Everybody knows it.
You are an extrovert, you love to be around people, you love talking, you love attention.
Gavi is an introvert, he's shy, he's quiet, he prefers when people talk and when the attention is not on him.
You say that's what makes you perfect for each other. Because you motivate him to be more open and he calms you down when you need.
It's like having the best of both worlds, that's what his parents would say.
"Y/n, you are here!" Aurora runs to hug you. "I thought you were in Sevilla."
"I was, but I wasn't going to let you spend your birthday without me." You hug her tightly. "Open your gift."
She pulls you to the couch, opening the gift as soon as you hit the cushion. "No way!" She smiles. "You didn't."
"It was hard to get, I'll admit." You say. "But I know how much you wanted it." You hug her again.
"Thank you, you are the best." She kisses your cheek. "By the way, Pablo is with dad and mom. He's pouting, so I think you can fix that."
You laugh with her. Walking over to the garden where family and friends are. You walk slowly to Pablo, he was watching something on tik tok.
You sit next to him, his parents smiling at how distracted he is. "Hola, preciosa. It's so good to see you." His father says.
"Pablo, serve some water to Aurora's friend." His mom says, trying to get him to notice you.
He left the phone on the table, grabbing a cup and serving some water. He hands you the cup with his eyes still on the screen.
"Gracias, Pablo." You say, about to laugh at how cute he looks all focused.
He lifts his eyes, looking at you. "Guapa!" He smiles. The table laughed at how his eyes got shinny and his mood got better.
The rest of the evening, he didn't separate. He didn't look at his phone. He was focused on hearing you talk about your vacation trip and your last days at sevilla.
He loves hearing you talk, he finds all your stories very interesting. He loves how your eyes shine when you talk about the memories you made.
"Hola, Pablo." A elderly woman says. Touching his shoulders.
"Hola," he says in a serious tone. "This is my girlfriend, Y/n." He introduced you. You wave to her, smiling. "Y/n, this is my aunt Paloma."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
She sat in the chair in front of you two, talking with Pablo senior. You two keep talking, well you keep doing it.
"I got that recipe of those cookies you liked." You smile at him. Telling her all your plans. "I think I can make it for you, I just need some ingredients. And I saw this tik tok of a very healthy and non sugary glaze for cookies that you will love. Now that you are back on your diet, I think I can make the cookies more healthy with some organic ingredients." He smiles, knowing that you supported all his restrictions.
"I'm going to go get some juice. Do you want some?" He asks. Getting up from his seat. You nod, thanking him. "Be right back."
You check your phone, you answer some texts from your family, and answer some dms you got after posting a story with Pablo.
"You are such a sweetheart." His aunt says. Making you pay attention. "Isn't she one Pablo?"
"She is." His father smiles. "She's such a nice girl to our Gavi."
"But my oh my, sweetie." She laughs. "You like to talk, I don't know how you do it. I feel lightheaded just by hearing you ramble."
You shily smile, knowing you do talk a lot, and that can be stressful for some people. "Sorry." You say.
"Maybe that's why Gavi likes her." She says to his father. "He gets to be the quiet one like he always was."
They laugh, making you blush. You know you sometimes do talk about a lot of things in one moment, but Pablo never complained.
"Don't get me wrong, cupcake." She says, still laughing. "He totally likes it."
You smile. Pablo has no problem hearing you rambling all night if that's what you wanted to do.
"Here's your juice, Princesa." He says, taking a seat next to you again. You thank him, and he got closer to kissing your shoulder. "Now, why don't you tell me again about that museum you visited in Paris?"
You smile, turning fully to him to tell him again about your adventure at the Louvre museum.
"Fermin, can you get me a bottle of water too?"
Pablo and his friends from La Masia were at his house, they were visiting Pablo and having a little goodbye party for Marc.
You weren't there to bother, but Pablo invited you to go out with him and his sister and you were a little early, so they asked you to joined them.
"Hola, sorry about crushing the party. I was a few blocks away, and it made sense to just come by."
They all say hi back and tell you to enjoy with them the rest of the time they'll be there.
"Hi Marc, sorry to intrude your goodbye party."
"Hola, no biggie, sit and enjoy some cake." Marc smiles. "Gavi, get her some cake."
Gavi walks over to the table where the cake is placed, cutting a piece for you. You loved chocolate cake, so he gets you a big piece.
"How are you, Y/n?" Fermin asks.
"I'm good, been busy lately, college pre courses and things like that. How are you feeling after the Euros?"
"It was amazing, winning and being able to share my first tournament." He smiles. "Gavi wasn't there, but I know he will come back, and we will play together."
You love the relationship Fermin and Pablo have. They all have an amazing brotherhood. La masia really made them a family.
"What courses are you taking?" Fermin asks.
You began telling him about the pre courses you were taking to be able to graduate early.
If someone loves hearing other people talk apart from Gavi, was Fermin. He enjoys a good talk, being able to have long conversations.
So, to him, it was nice that you extended the conversation as long as you wanted.
You tell him everything, literally everything, and he asked things here and there for you to explain.
Hector is seated next to Marc, who is in front of Fermin and you. He was paying attention to the conversation.
"Hey, Guapa." Gavi says, getting your attention. "I forgot your drink." He smiles, handing you a soda can.
"Thank you, I'm thirsty." You joke with him. Making him chuckle, walking back to Ansu.
Hector is someone who's brutally honest. He had no filter when he wanted to say something. Not that it's bad, but sometimes he just says what he thinks without processing the words.
"You must be." He laughs. Making you turn to him. "After everything you told Fermin. You've been talking for a good ten minutes without stopping."
You look down to your untouched cake. Feeling shy about being called out for talking too much by two people close to Gavi.
"God, maybe that's why Pablo never talks." He jokes, not sensing that you don't understand he's joking. "Because he must be tired for you."
That makes Marc and Fermin laugh, they did understand the joke. But they don't notice how you don't laugh or smile.
"Sorry, I sometimes get carried away with conversations." You say, eating the cake and not lifting your sight to hide the fact that your eyes got glossy.
They talk with each other for a little bit. You excuse yourself to move upstairs. You don't feel like talking anymore.
You always got told to shut up by people around you when you were little. Always sensing the discomfort of people when you joined a party or a new group.
That changed when you met your friends from college, they encouraged you to talk and to be as open as you want with the stories you wanted to share.
And when Pablo and you met, at first you were careful, trying not to show how "crazy" you were by literally throwing words up.
But once you were in full trust mode, you started with the talking. Pablo then confessed that he loved how much you talked.
But lately, you were getting the comments you used to get. Feeling like you needed to be quiet and just say a minimum of ten words or less.
Thing you forced yourself to do, only ten words every time someone asked you something you made yourself answers with few words.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Pablo asks. Closing the door behind him.
"I was -" You stopped. You know he's very quick to get angry, and if you tell what happened, he was going to shout at Hector. "I just gave you space to be with your friends." You fake smile. "Go back, I'll have you tonight."
You kissed his lips and then pushed him out of the room. "I'll make them leave so we can spend some time alone."
"Don't" you point at him. "Go enjoy your friends."
But Pablo didn't mind hurrying the party to an end. Letting the others pick the mess while he watches.
"Thank you for everything, bro." Marc says, hugging him. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too." He says, smiling. "Have fun in Chelsea."
"Will send you a jersey." They laugh. "Tell Y/n goodbye for me."
"For us too. See you at training." Fermin and Hector say. Giving Gavi a high five.
He hurries upstairs carefully because he doesn't want to trip on the stairs and hurt himself. He opens the door, finding you watching something on the tv.
You smile at the sight of him, opening your arms. He smiles, throwing himself at you, settling between your legs and pressing you down the mattress.
"Dios mio, Pablo." You laugh, feeling his weight.
"Te amo." He smiles, kissing your neck and cleavage. "Let's call my parents and tell them we are not going."
You humm at the way his lips feel on your warm skin. How his hands are now on your ass, lifting you.
"Don't stop." You beg, moaning.
His hips move, creating a static feeling between your clothed body. A warm feeling that is making your roll your eyes.
Your hands pull his shirt off. His hands unbutton your pants, hand making its way down your most needed part.
He loves the way you moan his name, the way your eyes roll with every trust his hips make. He's intoxicated by you. The same way you feel intoxicated by him.
"Don't you think it is rude to leave your parents and sister alone at the restaurant?" You ask, seating on top of him.
"No, I don't." He laughs. "Arms up." He commands.
You pull your arms up, and he dresses you with his shirt. "Mmm." You exaggerate. "Smells like you." You laugh, kissing him.
He smirks, proud of himself. The look of you is worth like a work of art. Your messed-up hair and your dilated pupils, and the way you are bitting your lips while tracing his muscles with your fingertips.
"Te ves tan preciosa." He kisses your shoulders. Hugging your body and caressing your ass. Making you moan at the feeling of relaxation.
The moment is broken by his phone ringing. The ID caller showing the name of his sister. He groans, moving one of his hands to answer the phone.
"Hola." He says, putting the call on speaker. Leaving it in the night stand and focusing on hugging you again.
"Pablo, did you get my text?"
"No, what is it about?"
You kiss his cheeks. Drunk in love and still into the effects of the orgasms he gave you. Your hands comb his hair while you kiss his temple.
"We picked food and are about to get to your home. The restaurant had an emergency and closed the dining room, but they had takeout.
"Qué?" He asks, checking the text. She asked multiple times what he wanted from the restaurant, then what she was picking, she mentioned she texted you and also picked for you and that they were leaving the restaurant.
"We are like fifteen minutes away. Can you order something for dessert?"
"Si, I'll do it. Bye." He hangs up. "Preciosa, let's get dressed."
"No," you say, extending the o. "I want to stay like this with you."
"Mee too, preciosa. But my parents and sister are coming any moment now, so let's change and when they leave we can cuddle. Deal?" He asks, kissing your forehead.
"Deal." You bump your nose with his. "But I want to stay in your shirt. Please."
He kiss you. "Let's go get ready."
He helps you with your clothes. Sharing some kisses here and there. He tries to get the room to not look like the mess you two make. In case his mom or dad needed to get inside.
He goes downstairs, finding you putting the table together. "Guapa, what kind of dessert do you want?"
"Oh, maybe that pina colada cheesecake we tried the other day." You smile, feeling hungry for it.
He orders it. Just in time because his family git a few minutes later. They greet the two of you.
"I texted you guys." Aurora says.
"It was my fault, I asked Pablo to explain this NBA game, and the phone was silent."
"The Lakers one?" His father asks.
"Yes, they won." Pablo smiles. Kissing your shoulder.
They all ask Pablo how his trainings were, if he was has difficulty with how he's exercising. You stayed quiet, still feeling a little sensitive about the comment Hector did.
Aurora looks at you. She finds how weird it is for you to be quiet. She thinks that maybe something happened with her brother and that's why you are so quiet.
You received the cheesecake, telling them that you would cut it and serve it for them. Aurora took this as an opportunity to talk with you in private.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asks, noticing that you are quiet even with only her.
"Just tired." You half lie.
You were tired after yours and Pablos activities, but also not in the mood to bore people or to make them dizzy with your conversation.
"You know you can talk to me."
"Thank you, I'm fine." You hug her. "I promise I'm just tired."
Pablo noticed it too, you were silent.
You weren't as smiley as you were with his family around. You were more serious. He wanted to ask.
"Are you okay?" He asks, kissing your head.
You two were laying down in his bed, his fingers combing your hair, and his other hand was rumming up and down your back.
You humm, trying to drizz to sleep. He let it go. Blaming your mood on being tired and wanting to sleep.
"I can take you to class tomorrow, is that okay?"
"Si, I'd really appreciate it." You snuggle closer.
He knows you would tell him if something was wrong, if you were hurt, or if he did something. You were honest with him.
But you really weren't honest with him. You chose to retake what you used to do back in the day when people asked you to stop talking.
You fully controlled whatever came out of your mouth. When you were with Pablo or with his family, you were into this new mode.
That made them worry. You told them that you were just stressed with homework and with projects.
Pablo on the other hand didn't fully bought that story. He thought it was something else, but he was way too afraid to ask.
He felt guilty because he thought that maybe something he did was the cause of this behavior.
Aurora told him off, believing that you were just overwhelmed with college things. Maybe because she was, and she chose to believe you.
But when he picked you to go get lunch, he saw you with your friend, you were laughing and talking with such naturality that it makes him feel worse.
"Hola!" You say to him from outside the vehicle. "Bye, I'll call you later."
"Bye, have fun, please do call me. I need you to keep telling me more about the story." She smiles. "Hi and goodbye, Pablo."
"Hi and goodbye to you." Pablo says, smiling at her. "Let's go, Guapa."
The first part of the drive was very quiet. You don't think there's any tension. You just stayed a little too quiet, but it was not like you were mad at him.
To him, it was hell. Why weren't you talking? Why weren't you telling him about your day? He wanted to hear you.
"How was college?" He asks.
"Good." You smile, bringing his hand to your mouth and kissing it.
"What story was your friend talking about?" He asks, trying to get you to talk.
"Oh, nothing." You scuff. "How was your day?"
"C'mon, you know I'm a chismoso."
"It was just about my trip to Valencia."
"Okay."
"Venga! What the fuck is that yellow for?" Pablo says, angry at the referee on tv.
You two were watching a game, he was invited to go with the team but he wanted to spend some time with you.
He was getting busy and close to his comeback date. So for him, it was about spending all the time he could with you and his family.
"That was wrong." You say.
It's been almost six weeks since the incident at his house. You were very good at controlling how much you were talking.
But him, he was losing his mind.
He tried asking questions. Nothing.
He tried asking if something was wrong, not directly, but he did asked.
He tried making Aurora ask. Nothing.
He tried everything, but talking to you.
"Hey, do you remember that one trip we took to Ibiza?"
You smile at the memory, you loved remembering things you two did together.
"Yes, we need to find some time to do that again."
"We do." He smiles. "But I was asking because I tried to remember this story about that painting we saw at the museum tour."
"The one about the princess?"
"Yes, do you remember what it was about?"
"It was about an Aztec princess who -"
You got interrupted by the commentator screaming at a goal Raphinha just scored.
"Jo'er, that was good, and we lost it."
You got quiet again, thinking that maybe he got mad about missing that.
"You were saying, preciosa?"
You shake your head, hugging his waist. "I forgot what I was saying. That was an amazing goal. I can't wait to see you back on the field."
He forgot for a moment what he was trying to do, hugging you back and combing your hair while the fame continued.
"Aurora and I are going to a bonfire tomorrow." You tell him. You were happy about it because you missed your friends and Aurora.
"That's so cool, why for?"
"Just a nice after tests reunion." You smile at him.
"Don't burn yourself, but do eat marshmallows." He jokes, making you laugh.
You two continue to watch the game, enjoying each other's company. You love times like this because Pablo has such little free time that when you do get the time to just be on the couch in each other's arms. You can't complain about anything, just enjoy.
"Hola!" Aurora shouts to all your friends. "We are here, and we got the drinks." You lift the bottle and the package of red cups. "Ready to party?"
Your friends yell in happiness. Making you two laugh. "Hey, I have someone I want to introduce you to."
You followed her inside the beach house, leaving the bottles and cups in the snacks table where everyone dumped what they brought.
"Mikayla, come here." She calls someone in the kitchen. "Y/n, this is Mikayla. She's new in the faculty, Mikayla, this is Y/n."
"The girlfriend." She says.
"Yes, she's Pablo's girlfriend."
You smile at her, weird comment to make about how you are "the girlfriend" as if Aurora haven't told her your name just a second ago.
"Nice to meet you." You fake smile. "I'm going to go help outside with the fire and everything. Can you bring the things to make the smores?" You ask Aurora, not really paying attention to the girl.
You helped your friends with the fire, with mixing the drinks. You were having a lot of fun. You were talking with one of your class friends about how this project you two are doing.
The day was going great, you had so much fun talking and spending time with all your close friends.
You were sat on a beach blanket, drinking a piña colada and texting Pablo how the evening was going.
"Can I sit?" You hear someone saying. Making you look up.
"Sure." You say to Mikayla, going back to your phone. Pablo sent you a photo of him on the physio.
She takes a seat in front of you, "Aurora told me a lot about you."
You smile, knowing Aurora always talks about you with love and care.
"When she told me about you talking a lot, I never thought you were a word dumpster." She laughs.
You got serious, smile disappearing from your face. You want to smack that horrible grind and quiet down that laugh.
"You talk what everybody here doesn't talk." She keeps going.
"What are you talking about?" Aurora joined.
"For once, I think I'm the one talking because your friend right here was doing all the talking all day."
You didn't laughed, you didn't smile. You just looked at them laughing.
"But we love her very much, mom and dad love having her over and how much she loves Pablo."
"Oh, I'm sure she's a pleasure to be around." She says in this sarcastic tone. "I'm sure you love always hearing her talk."
"We do! Even tho sometimes I hear her more than I ever hear Pablo." Aurora jokes.
You got up, getting away from them. You went inside the house, picking your things and ordering an Uber. You don't want to be around people anymore.
"Hey, are you leaving?" Aurora asks, noticing you are walking away. Following you, trying to stop you.
"Go back to your friend Mikayla." You say, stern tone. "I'm leaving."
"Y/n, why are you mad?"
"Nothing Aurora, go back to your fucking friend. I'm sure you can tell her how fucking much I talk and both of you can have a laugh out of me."
You left angry, trying not to cry in the Uber. You felt like a nine year old after your family asked you to be quiet because you were giving them a headache.
You take a long hot and hot shower. Leaving the sand and the worries away. You eat something and watch your favorite movie.
Halfway through the movie, you heard a knock on the door. You roll your eyes, you are not in the mood for visitors.
You find a frowny Pablo on the other side of the door. You know Aurora told him about you leaving, he asked you what happened over text.
"We need to talk."
You walk back to the couch, not feeling like talking with him. "Please, not today." You whine.
"What's going on?" He asks, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't want to talk."
"But why?" Hes worried, he holds your hands, caressing them with his thumbs. "Amor, I don't understand why you don't want to talk."
You feel your eyes watering, you hate feeling that way around him. He was your safe space, he was the person you feel more comfortable with.
"Because everyone makes fun of me for it." You confess.
He hugs you, letting you cry into his arms. He doesn't understand how people can do that to you when you are a sweetheart.
"Who is doing this?"
"Everyone, Pablo." You pout. "You friends, your aunt, and even your sister."
"My sister?" He asks, confused on why Aurora would do that.
You explained everything, how the comments of his aunt, Hector, how Fermin and Marc laughed, how this new girl made fun of you, and what Aurora said.
"And I just didn't want you to feel tired of me, I don't know."
He softens his expression, noticing how you are really concerned about him growing tired of you and leaving you.
You told him how you used to get these comments when you were little. How your mom and dad always asked you to shut up and to go away.
"Guapa, mirame." He sits next to you. "I love hearing you talk. I love how you tell me about your day, how you tell me about what you are doing in college, how you planned things, how was your trips, you hangings with your friend. I love you for you."
You smile, crying again while hugging him. It was the band-aid your heart needed.
"Te amo, and you would never bored me."
"Te amo, Pablo."
"Are you ready to yell at the referee in live?" You ask him, squishing his hand while laughing.
"I hope I don't have to." He jokes. "Menudo hijo de puta el anterior." (The last one was a son of a bitch)
You were with him on the corridor, the players getting ready for the game. You have the privilege to be able to go with him to all areas of the stadium.
"Wait for me here, I just have to go to the bathroom."
You sit on a bench that was in the corridor. Texting with your friends and updating them on what was happening at the stadium.
"Hey, Y/n."
You lift your head, finding Fermin and Hector there. They have their uniform on.
"Hey guys, good luck today!"
"Gracias, we wanted to talk to you before the game."
"Si, tell me." You smile, standing to talk with them. "Are you okay?"
"We are." Hector says. "I just wanted to say sorry about that one time when I joke about you talking too much, I didn't think it was that bad but now I know it was. Lo siento."
"And I'm sorry about laughing, it was mean of us yo do that, please forgive us."
You smile at them, knowing that Pablo was behind all of this. You can't help but feel thankful with him.
"It okay, no hard feelings." You hug them both. "Now go finish getting ready, you need to go out and score so much goals."
They say goodbye, and magically, Gavi appeared from a few seconds later from the same direction they left.
"You are such a sweetheart." You laugh, hugging him and kissing his lips. "Let's go to our seats, we need to cheer extra hard for your friends."
"Let's go, Guapa." He kisses your head. "Remember, after the game, we are going to my place. You still need to tell me about that presentation you have."
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Gavi X Physiotherapist! reader (birthday special!)
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A/N: I am back once again with more self indulgent fics for my baby boo thang's birthday !!!
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"Doctoraaa! When are you coming home? I'm withering away from boredom and loneliness."
You could practically hear his pout through the phone, imagining him sprawled out on the couch with his feet in the air.
"Gaviraaa I am studying so that I can graduate on time! Or do you want me to keep making a student salary forever?" You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, still furiously typing away at your sample notes for your advisor.
"What are you even studying? You basically run our whole club's rehab program by yourself. What else do they need to test you on?"
That was actually an excellent question. It was coming up on the two year anniversary since you had become a Barca employee, and you had almost fully taken the reigns. Dr. Gonzalez had checked out, waiting for you to get your degree so that he could finally retire. Nicolas was a good assistant, but was still heavily lacking in his ability to make quick decisions, so he was stuck doing basic PT most of the time. The show was essentially yours to run.
"This last year is testing my leadership ability and teaching skills. When I graduate, I will start running the intern program at the club, and so they have to make sure I can correct staff mistakes."
Your typing was getting progressively louder as you continued angrily editing the note in front of you.
"Take this idiot Aaron. He has not written a single coherent note since he got assigned as my mentoring project. If he were an employee he would have been fired weeks ago. But since this is a "training and learning" opportunity or whatever, I have to fix all his notes and send him the edits so he can learn."
You heard shifting on the other end of the line, and then a soft thud followed by some whispered profanity.
"Pablo please don't injure yourself."
"Maybe it will bring you home faster. Oh no my other ACL!"
Despite his giggle, you went quite on the other side of the line. The day of Pablo's injury had been one of the worst of your life. He had been playing for the national team, so you had no choice but to stare at your TV through glassy eyes, utterly and completely helpless. One of your friends literally had to prevent you from collapsing (though to this day you maintain that it was dehydration, not hysteria). He had called you from the sideline, and the pain in his voice just made you break further.
"I need you."
You had been waiting at the airport to receive him, official team gear on in an attempt to distract fans from the fact that you were fully embracing him and crying into his shoulder. You had almost gone insane in the lead up to his surgery, triple checking the credentials of everyone involved. You stayed by his bed for his entire stay, spending most days and night making sure he wore his brace and didn't make any stupid decisions. It was on one of these nights, when you were once again complaining about not having your favorite undereye cream at his house, that he once again asked you his favorite question.
"Why don't you just move in?"
As usual, you brushed the comment off. Gavi had been asking you to move in weekly for over a year now, always unfortunately dead serious. There was an innocence and simplicity in the way Pablo say the world that you wished you could emulate. He liked you, he was comfortable around you, and he wanted you to live with him. Simple, right?
But it terrified you. You loved Gavi, probably more than anything else in your life. But long withstanding trauma lives up to its name of being long withstanding. That feeling that the expiration date of your perfect relationship was approaching? That never went away. It was like the more time you spent with Gavi, the more you were terrified that he was going to figure out what was wrong with you, why no one could love you until this point in time, and run for the hills. Your apartment was the one space you still had to be irate and disgusting and genuinely yourself without being afraid of scaring him. And it would make it much easier when he eventually broke up with you to date a pop star or a model or Pedri.
"I'm being serious, princesa. You're here every night. You spend more time here than at your own place. You barely sleep in your own bed because you're just obsessed with me and want to take care of me all the time."
"Pablo, we've talked about this..."
"Yes," he said, sitting up and opening his arms in a gesture for you to come cuddle with him. "We have. Back when we had only been together for only three months and we didn't know if you would be able to put up with me."
"Hey!"
"Let me finish." He hugged you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head and rubbing slow circles into your skin. It was hard to maintain your composure when you were like this, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin and the pressure of his lips kissing your crown every so often.
"We've been together for a year and a half now. I've seen you in bad moods, heard your yelling, plucked your chin hairs-"
He restrained you from getting up, giggling at your embarrassment. He really was the most adorable little thing on the planet.
"I've seen you at your lowest points. Which, admittedly mi amor, were not that low. I saw a tiktok of this guy who had to pull out his girlfriend's tampon. This could be much worse. Hey, look at me."
You turned over, your chest pressed to Pablo's as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. You had learned how to do this in the last year, how to steel yourself under his intense gaze. Pablo Gavi looked at you like he was in the presence of a divine being, eyes big and soft and filled to the brim with adoration. He looked at you like just your image was all he needed to keep breathing.
"I love you. So much that sometimes I don't know what to do with it. I want you to move in so I can take care of you, and so that it's easier to let you take care of me. I want to annoy you with my morning training alarm and make you coffee and maybe mess up your laundry when I try to do the washing."
"This is not a convincing argument so far, baby."
"I just want to live with you. And be around you. And hold you like a weighted teddy bear while I sleep."
"What if you get tired of me being around all the time?" You asked between smooshed cheeks, finally losing your ability to maintain his stare.
Gavi refused to even dignify the question with a verbal response, instead letting go of your face to lift the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over your head. Your cheek was practically burning up pressed against his abs, still defined and solid despite days of immobility.
"Doctora, this is how close I want you to be. At all times. I am about to sew you to my torso. So will you please move in?"
And it was then that you agreed to it. Now the house was littered with so much merch on the walls and shelves it looked like a sports store, but it was yours. A home. You spent months taking care of Gavi, from driving him to appointments to at-home physiotherapy sessions. You took every opportunity to place a gentle kiss on the scar on his knee (ya know, when you were down there ;) ) and avoided all clips that showed him in pain.
"Come on, Doctora. I'm okay."
"I know, I know... it's just not a memory I can bring myself to joke about. Not while you're still in recovery."
"I'm sorry, amor. Can you come home and scold me about it?"
You groaned again, resisting the urge to slam your head into your keyboard. The progress notes were really terrible.
"And besides, you need to finish packing."
This was true. In about 6 hours, you and Gavi would be on a plane for his birthday trip to Ibiza. He had been buzzing with excitement about his birthday trip for months now, eager to take you someplace where there would be nothing to distract the two of you. Just perfect sand and perfect sea for a perfect weekend. He had talked about going farther than Spain this year, maybe Italy or at least Portugal, but injuries have a great way of canceling travel plans.
You reluctantly agreed, telling Pablo you would be home in about 30 minutes, before you began to tidy your workspace. You sent a polite yet pointed email to Aaron (with the head of department CC'ed) explaining that the work was too terrible to be corrected, and he should clear up some time in September to train with you before the season began in earnest and you would be too busy to teach him how to spell "bradycardia".
It was always a humbling experience to pull into the driveway and park your beat up little car next to Gavi's team-sponsored beauty. You were dreading the day he upgraded to something nicer - the neighbors would start thinking that someone was there to rob him. He was already standing at the door smiling wide when you pulled in. He walked up to your door, grabbing all your bags and ushering you inside away from the heat. This had become a regular for Gavi - tracking your location to greet you the second you arrived - so there was really no need to question it anymore. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, eternally grateful for the gentleness he showed you. After a quick yet heated rant about the incompetence of some of the students in your program, you headed upstairs to continue packing.
"Pablo, you think I need to pack more than two dresses?" You asked, looking over the satins and crocheted pieces that your friend ensured you was "totally in".
"I don't think you need to pack any dresses. Or even clothes for that matter."
You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who was leaning casually against the doorframe.
"Am I supposed to be naked for the whole trip?"
"Not the whole trip. Just pack some bikinis for during the day and some cute underwear for the night. The outfit you wear to the airport should be more than enough incase we ever need to leave." He walked over to where you stood in contemplation, arms wrapping tightly around your waist, and his head resting on your shoulder in the perfect position to kiss your neck.
"Be serious, Pablo. What if we want to go for a nice dinner for your birthday? I can't go in a thong or in my plane sweats."
He didn't stop his attack on your neck for an instant, addicted to the warmth and taste of your skin on his tongue.
"Mi amor, mi sol, mi vida - at the risk of being vulgar, I have to say that you will be the nice dinner on my birthday."
Your eyes went wide at this statement, and suddenly you were glad for his arms there to keep you upright.
"I don't even think I have more than one bikini that still fits."
At this, Gavi released you, running to the closet with your yells to slow down behind him (if you had a euro for every time you told him not to run in socks, you could pay off the club's debt). He came shuffling back out with a large black bag, which he promptly dumped out onto the comforter. There were at least ten swimwear sets in various colors and prints, ranging from polka dots to stripes to... was that cheetah print?
"I picked these out the other day. Well, actually, that's a lie. I sent your size to Aurora, and she placed the order online and I just picked up the bag at the store. Can you imagine what Instagram would do with pictures of me buying lingerie?"
"But there's no lingerie here?"
"Fuck." He scampered off once again, returning with another bag to repeat his previous actions. This time the contents were much more sultry, with dark silks and satins staring back up at you. Mainly reds and blacks littered the pale covers.
"Pablo, you shouldn't have. This is too sweet! But we are only going for three days. There's like a month worth of stuff here."
"Are you planning on never going out again after this trip? Just pick your favorites for this weekend. The rest will be waiting for you when you get back, just in case we ever go to the pool or you want to surprise your football star boyfriend by wearing these to work."
You couldn't even be mad at his words when your heart was so full from his gesture. Pablo was always buying you things - that was nothing new. But you had been worrying for days about not looking good on this trip, not having anything new to wear, and he took that burden off your shoulders.
"So I can pick any of these? They look expensive."
"Ay Doctora, don't upset me. Nothing is worth more than your happiness. I do have one request though."
"Yes, mi amor?"
"You have to wear this one on my birthday," he said while reaching past you to pick up a white bikini with red cherries printed all over.
"Why is that?"
"Because you're like the cherry on top of my birthday cake. You always look good, but I want you to look irresistible."
"Okay, let's relax that's a lot of talk for a- oh my God." Your eyes widened, and you grabbed Pablo's face with a dropped jaw.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh my God."
"You said that already."
"Pablo!"
"Yes, princesa?"
"An adult. You're going to be an adult tomorrow. As in not a teenager."
"We arrive at like 11pm so it's more like I won't be a teenager anymore tonig- are you crying?"
"I'm not going to have a teenage boyfriend anymore!" You threw your arms around him, hugging him so tightly there was a fear of his ribs cracking.
"I feel like I should be offended by this statement."
~
"3...2...1... Happy 20th birthday Pablito!" You said softly, a single cupcake with a lit candle on the top held before the birthday boy. It was the same as the previous year (iykyk), but this time with a red and yellow swirl to match the Spanish national team.
"Thank you, mi vida." He closed his eyes, deep in thought regarding his wish, and blew out the candle. He scooped up a dollop of frosting, placing it on your lips before kissing it gently away.
"I can't believe I get to spend another birthday with you," he whispered out, scared that anything louder would destroy the gentle atmosphere around the two of you.
After sharing more sugary kisses, you fell asleep on Pablo's chest, soothed to sleep by his slow heart beat and rhythmic breathing. You woke before him, placing a kiss on his forehead before getting up to dress, snickering quietly at his snoring. The poor boy was so exhausted. You put on the swimsuit he had picked for you, the material fitting you stunningly. You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. The white and red complemented your skin, your hair framing your face still bare and slightly puffed with the remnants of sleep. Gavi's necklace dangled between your collar bones, the metal cool on your skin. Everything on your body was an expression of love.
Stepping out of the bathroom in your bikini and wrap around skirt, you found the bed suspiciously empty. There was a light breeze coming from the terrace, where you found your boyfriend leaning shirtless on the railing. As if sensing your stare, he turned over his shoulder and wave you to join him. The sun was starting to shine in earnest, the smell of the ocean filling your senses. There was no place you would rather be.
"Good morning, beautiful. I know I asked you to wear that, but I almost want you to take it off. You look too good - I'm scared I'll have to beat every other man away with a stick."
He took a seat on one of the deck chairs, and you took your rightful place on his lap, arms around his neck.
"Good thing this strip of beach is private then."
Your lips found his in a deep kiss, fingers traveling to play with the short strands at the nape of his neck. It was an intoxicating thing to kiss Pablo Gavi. His plush lips molded perfectly to yours, bringing you in impossibly closer. He was always so eager, gently nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he could catch it, soft breaths and little whines spurring you on. Neither of you could bring yourselves to stop, tongues tangled like high schoolers as you made out in the early August sun. His hands were firm on your hips, more for his benefit than yours. He was eager to drag you to the sand, but knew neither of you would leave the room if he allowed your hips to act on their own accord. He relaxed back, allowing you to take the lead, and whimpered a little louder when you bit his lip. It was your giggling that broke the kiss, and you rested your forehead against his, breathless and chest heaving.
"Big Bad Gavi likes having his lip bit. Who would've thought?"
He whined again, finding the column of your neck and to town, nipping and sucking, unwilling to not have his lips and tongue occupied by you just yet. When you started digging into his biceps, he released you, admiring his handy work.
"Pablo people are going to see." You said, pout on your lips and big eyes trained on your boyfriend. He kissed your jutting bottom lip and lifted you off him.
"Like you said - good thing this beach is private."
~
Pablo had so many moments with you where he thought "she could never be more beautiful than this". The first was the first night you fell asleep on his couch, face peaceful with sleep. The next was under the stadium lights, as he thrust a trophy in your hands and lifted you above his shoulders. Then it was in some French hallway, in a ballgown with no heels as he kissed you senseless, finally brave enough to take what he wanted. In coffee shops and grocery store aisles and on his mattress, he always thought there was no possibility for you to be more stunning. But as you lay stretched out on the sand, eyes closed and muscles relaxed, he had the thought again. The sun tinted your skin slightly, making you gleam like a goddess that had just emerged from the sea. The bright white against your skin had Gavi tingling, wanting to remove the pure material and access what it was protecting.
Your hair was soaked, and you laid on your stomach in the sand to gain some color and dry off after the exertion of swimming with Gavi. The sun was phenomenal on your damp skin, and you had never been more at piece. You felt a hand creep up your back, and suddenly your chest wasn't as supported as it should have been.
"Pablo! Did you just undo my top?"
"I'm just unwrapping my present."
He brought you to sit on his lap once again, your loose top fighting to remain around your neck.
"How private is this beach?"
"You think I would let you go topless if there was a chance another soul would see?"
You felt like a teenager again, embarrassed and looking around frantically for someone who would catch you in such an act with your boyfriend.
"I heard beach sex sucks and I'm not eager to get sand in my vagina."
"We're not going to have sex on the beach. I may be more grown up, but I still like seeing boobs every once in a while."
"So you just want to look at them?"
"Among other things. You want to see my checklist?"
You wrapped your arms around his neck once again, kissing him deeply as he fully removed the fabric from your chest. He brought a hand to your back, pressing you against him, your breasts flush against his chest. It was a thrilling sensation, being topless and against your boyfriend with the sun beating down against you both.
Gavi laid back on the sound with you atop him, unclipping you hair to allow it to fall down your back. In your current situation, you were still covered enough to not face public indecency charges. He played with the strands of hair, weaving his fingers into the locks as his teeth caught your bottom lip and sucked on it like his favorite hard candy.
"I'm going to have sand in my hair."
"Guess we'll just have to take a bath together so I can wash it for you."
You kissed him again, his fingers trailing up your torso and brushing the sides of your boobs, sparking electricity in their path. It was so high school: topless on a beach, making out with your boyfriend. But made you stir low in your stomach, a mix of desire and the deepest form of love. You loved Pablo Gavi. You loved his little antics, you loved the pleasure he brought to every aspect of your life.
"Enjoying your birthday so far?" You asked, reluctantly pulling away from his lips, chest heaving against his. Gavi took the opportunity to grab your breasts and squeeze lightly, playing with them like it was his favorite activity in the world.
"More than I can even express."
He brought you against him, arms around you and bodied pressed together, and laid back down.
"So you just wanted to feel me up while we make out?"
"I want to feel you against me, mi amor. I want you to feel how hard my heart beats when I'm around you. I want to do everything that comes to my mind with you. Being topless on the beach. Ordering everything on the hotel menu. Skinny dipping at midnight. Every experience in my life is better when you're in it. I want to make every memory with you, so that when we're old and hold hands in our matching wheelchairs, I can say "Hey remember when we were hot and young and topless making out in Ibiza?" I want to do everything in the world with you."
You pressed your lips to his again, a deep kiss that winded the both of you.
"I love you, Pablo. Happy birthday."
"I love you more, Doctora."
~~~
Okay here it is!! Happy birthday to the love of my life, the light of my soul, Pablo Gavi. I love this boy more than I can express, and he represents so much good in my life. I hope his 20th year is filled with every happiness in the world.
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sy: after a message back, only three simple words, you have the highest hopes that things will restart. but all it takes is one step into his apartment to have your dreams crushed.
a/n: idk if anyone still remembers this but wooo it’s been months since i’ve updated this. i’ve tagged who wanted to be, hope this makes sense tbh<3
warnings: angst.
PART1 || PART2
remind yourself, why did you agree to this?
agree to another round of absolute torture, horror—a second tragedy waiting to unfold. for the foreseeable future, was this even worth it?
a part of you, your heart, says yeah.
you’ve longed to see him again. to hear that boyish laugh— the one that still echoes in your dreams like a ghost refusing to leave.
better yet, you told yourself it had to mean something: that he reached out because some part of him missed what you had. why else would he say he needed to talk?
wasn’t that code? wasn’t that always the code?
and isn’t love worth fighting for?
the other part, your brain, says no.
he’s caused you so much pain, that it’s not worth it. not worth the hassle, the unforgettable pain that would follow. what if this is just another scandal so he can stamp over your heart again?
even though you dwelled on said thoughts, you fully believed he’d invited you over in a plea to restart—because he wanted you back.
or so you thought.
its only 8am on a saturday morning, the spanish sun creeping its way over past windows of shops, and heading over rooftops. your knuckle hovers over the wood of his new apartment, but before you make contact, it swings open.
“hi—hey. you actually came.”
god, seeing his face again, now two, weeks ago, you’d never imagined he’d be looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes again.
pablo looks different. more.. grown. it’s viable to see he’s let his facial hair grow, his hair is no longer settling on his forehead, and he looks rather like a man now, not like the teenage boy you remember.
not the one who used to fall asleep on facetime or text you song lyrics at 3am.
someone else. someone else’s.
“please, come in,” he steps aside, gesturing into his apartment. you nod, flashing him an easy smile despite the churning acid pitting in your stomach.
the fresh smell of laundry hits you like a gust of wind within the first step. it’s neat, tidy, in here and suspiciously organised.
you scan around the room, its entirely different to how your house used to look. there’s simple, modern artworks on the wall—ones with bland colours and shapes, whereas you had both agreed vibrant and wacky ones looked best.
fresh flowers in every pot—but he’d always opted for fake plants, because they “lasted longer.”
how does he change so much in so little time?
you swallow thickly. “hey, since when did you become such a neat freak?” you take in the folded clothes on his sofa. “i don’t recall you being this tidy.”
you almost awkwardly laugh, until he says. “it’s not me, it’s my girlfriend.”
“she’s very much a neat freak, like you were,” he explains, not really expressing another emotion rather than joy. “although, she doesn’t put up with my used socks lying around.”
his lips curve into a smile as he mentions her. your stomach spins like a washing machine eating its own wires—sick and twisted.
“aren’t you going to sit?” he motions to the sofa behind you, plopping down himself. you blink thrice, eventually lowering down onto the cushions, cautiously, as if they’d bite.
“beer?” he pulls one out of the ice bucket you never even noticed; you refuse.
pablo shrugs, popping the lid off and taking a sip. was this a mind game? a performance? if he invited you, sought you out, why does he seem so.. detached?
he’s here, but he’s also not here.
after drinking and a rather stiff silence, gavi shuffles up a little closer to you, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees. that posture—it’s too familiar. it used to mean i’m sorry or i fucked up.
his lips part in a breathless whisper, until you take the words from his mouth.
“—ill save you the breath pablo,” repeatedly you tap syllables into your bare knee. “why did you wanna talk to me?”
he opens his mouth, then shuts it again. exhales, slow.
“it clearly seems you’re still in love with her—“
his eyes stop staring ahead of him, now at you as he stops you. “what? i am. why do you think i invited you here for?”
your brows furrow. right.
his face drops in realisation. “oh.. look.” your eyes well up with tears, and he reassuringly grabs your forearm. “i want us to clear the air between us,” gavi says, trying to be as polite as possible.
fuck. what were you thinking?
all you crave to do is knock unconscious, crawl back into the burrow of your bed and rot. building a fairytale over the words, “can we talk?” like a fool; you’d convinced yourself it was a love story waiting for its second chapter.
he didn’t leave you, move onto other woman for funsises. it was clear enough to see, but evidently not enough for you.
you glance down at your hands, how they tremble slightly like all your tendons are trying to hold you together. “i just.. i didn’t want to leave things messy between us,” he continues, running a hand through his hair like that could smooth out the past.
a dry laugh slips past your lips. “they were always messy, pablo.” he winces in response—he knows you’re right.
that gauche silence returns.
outside of the building, a car honks. someone laughs in the apartment next door. the world doesn’t pause for heartbreak.
“she’s good for me,” he says after a moment and you flinch. “i think… i think you were too. but at the wrong time.”
you swallow that like poison. “yeah,” you breathe. there’s a question hovering on your tongue, like if you don’t ask him for the answer your body might implode. “so what was i to you?”
he leans back, eyes closing briefly. opposed to the iron-fisted grip he had on it earlier, the beer sits loosely between his lap.
“everything,” he admits eventually, almost too prolonging. “you were everything to me.”
it felt like he was toying with your feelings. anger rises within you.
first, you think he wants to start over, he denies you. then, you think he doesn’t care—and he says he did. does.
“was i?” you press. “because if i was, you wouldn’t have just.. moved on like it was nothing,” your mouth runs dry and suddenly his face seems distorted. “like i was nothing.”
“it wasn’t like that. it wasn’t nothing.”
“then what the hell was it?”
you’re raising your voice now. you don’t care. your heart is already halfway shattered— what’s a few more cracks going to do?
he opens his eyes, and this time, there’s emotion. guilt. regret. exhaustion. everything he wanted to tell you, but couldn’t.
“it was me panicking. being naive. selfish. i didn’t know how to be what you needed.”
you look away, jaw clenched but still with a pang of softness. “and now you do? for her?”
“maybe,” he says. too honestly. too honestly than you would of liked.
you blink at him, stunned by the ease of it. how casually he admits it. his words say one thing, his actions say another.
“wow. okay.”
“i didn’t bring you here to hurt you..” he jumps in his seat, voice softer now. “i’ve been carrying this. what i did to you. i needed to say it.”
“say what?”
you’re practically shaking to the sheer bone.
“that you loved me and ruined me? that you regret it, but not enough to come back? that you sleep better now because you told me sorry?
his silence is an answer enough.
you nod in recognition, swallowing the lump that’s been growing in your throat since the moment you walked in.
“did you ever love me, pablo?”
he answers too quickly, as if it’s a rehearsed act. “of course i did.”
“but not enough,” you whisper, biting the inside of your cheek to compose any tears. “to stay.”
“not in the way you deserved,” he replies. and that feels worse. you sit in that—in the quiet kind of hurt that hums in your bones.
he sighs, dragging a hand down his face.
you stand. you can’t bear to sit in this mausoleum of what-ifs another second.
he follows your movement with his eyes, but doesn’t stop you. doesn’t beg. doesn’t ask you to stay. and that says everything.
you walk to the door. your hand on the knob, you hesitate—just for a breath, a second, a flicker of time where you pretend he’ll say something. anything.
but he doesn’t.
and when the door shuts behind you, the finality hits like a slap. your first love, your first heartbreak, and the first time you wished you’d never met him.
the tears don’t come right away, they wait until your legs feel like jello, that if you were to take a singular step, they’d give way.
you collapse against the door, letting your head fall back, as the water from your eyes unleashes freely and ruins the makeup you spent two hours, doing.
💌; i hope you guys enjoy my first one 🤞🏻 i wrote this at 2am with delusional-ness at it's peak guys so like, give me a chance okay
↺ arguing EVERY single time you go grocery shopping because one wants to keep it healthy while the other is trying to sneak some oreos into the basket ( cough gavi cough)
↺ brushing your teeth together and smiling at eachother through the mirror with your mouths full of toothpaste :')
↺ he's always complaining about your early work alarms and hates when you leave.
" —do you really have to wake up now? it's so goddamn early..
" —gavi, you know i have to work. "
" —just five minutes, come back to bed. "
↺ you have fully skincare nights together quite often just because you are ALWAYS talking about how important it is to have a good skincare. he wasn't really happy about it at first, but now he's always reminding you of the skincare time and loves how excited you look while you put masks together.
↺ playing every single game turns out into a big serious competition with you two yelling at eachother all the time.
" —gavi stop that's cheating! "
" —i don't know what you're talking about. "
" —you are literally covering my eyes so i can't see the screen! "
↺ having movie nights sitting on the couch that end up with both pretty close, leaning against eachother almost cuddling, and totally asleep.
↺ him complaining about the amount of coffee you drink everyday. but also learning exactly how you like it and starting to make it for you every morning before he goes to training.
↺ building together a piece of furniture you bought for the living room and thought it was cute!! (or mostly gavi building it and you trying to understand the instructions with a confused face and clearly failing)
↺ late night talks when neither of you can fall asleep, just rumbling about everything and anything while laying on bed next to each other. it always ends up with him asking the most ridiculous existencial questions or talking about conspiracy theories and you trying not to giggle about it.
↺ you making dinner and him doing the dishes<3
↺ having deep cleaning mornings every sunday, knowing that it will end up with gavi complaining about it.
↺ him basically forcing you to work out with him !!
↺ decorating the apartment together whenever it's xmas or halloween while listening to music. it was mainly your idea, but when you saw gavi walking into your room with the biggest smile and bags full of decoration you couldn't help but laugh.
Summary: Maybe it was only a metaphor, or maybe it was how your relationship felt.
Warnings: cursing, broken relationship.
A/N: I know you love Barca Boys, so here's it is a little angst for you ❤️✨️ also because the votes and anons were clear about you loving this series. Happy late Sunday to you!!!!
Pedri
"No," You say, making him turn back to you. "I'm not going."
"Joder, you are really testing my limits today." He says, trying to keep his cool. "I said let's go, now move it."
You throw your bag into the couch. Walking over to the kitchen. You grab your favorite mug, leaving it on the counter.
He sees you walking over the fridge, taking your dunkin' donuts caramel coffee, you poor it over your mug.
"Para." He orders.
You ignore his words. Grabbing some icecubes and pouring them onto the cup. "Go, it's late."
You knew that moving in with him was a big step, you very much inside of you knew that you might not be ready for it.
But you also knew that you loved him enough to make sacrifices. For him, for you, for the relationship.
"I said stop." He says, trying to grab the mug from your hands. "Give this to me."
You hand him go back and forth with the mug. "Pedro, what is wrong with you? Let go!"
He does, hitting his hand on the counter. He tries to calm himself. He walks over to the office, grabbing his keys and jacket.
"Stop that shit, let's go." He says, trying to sound less mad than he is.
"Are we really doing this?" You ask him. "Pedro, we are not fine, and honestly I don't feel like putting a big fake smile on my face for your family to think that everything is gummies and flowers in happyland!"
"We are fine!"
"No, we are not." You say. "We can't keep doing this."
You two stay quiet, trying to think about ways to fix what you two have, trying to make a smart choice that doesn't involve one of the two taking a different way.
"Te amo." He says, looking at the floor. "We can fix this, I know it."
"I know it too, we just need to know how."
"Let's think about it once we are back, just for tonight, let's not act this way."
You nod, leaving the mug and everything else on the house. He walks over to the couch, grabbing your purse and your jacket.
"Let's go." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "We can talk once we are back."
You can't help the feeling of tiredness, how much this situation is weighting on your shoulder.
You can feel his eyes on your hands, he wants to be able to hold them like he used to, but the feeling of guilt was bigger than his desires.
You noticed that, and like always, you took the initiative and grab his hand. The quickness of his actions makes you let a small smile.
He brings it up, closer to his lips, giving the skin a peck. "My dad is going to be so happy that you are coming." He says.
You nod, knowing that to him, making it seem like everything was fine in front of his parents was the most important thing.
His parents advise you not to move together, < you are too young to be thinking about that >
But you didn't listen, so here's the consequences of your own actions. You are not only young but also very dumb.
Everything was easier before. Everything seemed like a dream, but no. You had to ruin it.
"Do you want more salad, querida?" Rosy asks you.
"Thank you!" You smile at her. "This is delicious, I really like it."
"Well, Pedri always talks about how much you love this salad and I made it especially for you!"
You can feel Pedri's hand squeezing you, you smile and thank his mother one more time.
You take your hand and place it on top of his. You know that you have a long talk as soon as you hit home, but you want to keep with this fake narrative of being okay.
"How's everything?" Rosy asks when you two are alone, noticing the sad eyes you two have. "Are you doing okay?"
You don't want to talk to her about your problems with her son, you also don't want to uncover the truth you can't accept.
"Yes, I just feel tired from staying up late." You lie. "Do you need me to wash the dishes?"
She knows you are lying. It's easy for her to notice that. "Leave that, come with me." She asks, taking the glass from your hands. "Let's go for a walk while the boys play outside."
You nod, walking with her to the entrance of the house. You two decide to walk around the block.
You know she's about to ask, you know she wants to know what is going on, you know she wants the best for you and Pedri.
"Did you two fight?" She asks.
You stayed quiet, you feel embarrassed to even talk with her about it. You know she will tell you that she told you both not to do that, but you still did it.
"If you don't talk, then I can't help."
You look at her, she noticed the tears in your eyes. "It's not that." You try, chocking on a sob. "I just don't understand where it all went wrong."
"Ay, cariño." She hugs you. "It's okay, let it all out."
"And I know you told us that this was not the way to go, and I'm so sorry about not listening." You cry even harder. "I just thought that maybe it was going to be easier, and I don't want to lose him."
She grabs you by the shoulders, walking you over the bench that was at the small park you two were walking by.
"And I'm so sorry, I know this was a mistake, please don't be mad."
"I would never be mad." She smiles, holding your face. "But you know that this has to stop, right?"
You shake your head no, getting up from the bench. You fry your tears with your sleeves, calming down your urge to cry.
"I'm sorry, Rosy." You say, turning to where she is. "I think I overreacted, sorry you had to see that." You say, smiling.
She wants to talk about your reaction and try to know more because to her, this is not a normal reaction to have.
"It's getting colder. Maybe we should go back." You say before she starts speaking.
She got the hint, you weren't going to talk. She just nods, walking by your side in silence. She didn't want to seem disrespectful by trying to force the words out of you.
Before you enter the house once again, you grab her wrist, looking at her with puppy eyes. "Please don't tell anybody about what happened." You beg.
The last thing you want it to create more problems between Pedri and you.
She nods, placing a hand on your face and squishing your cheek. "Want some cake?" She asks, knowing that will make you happy.
You smile, giving her a small nod. You two walk inside, watching how Pedri, his brother, and father are eating a piece of cake already.
"Did you even leave us any?" Rosy jokes.
"A little bit only." Fer jokes.
You enjoyed a piece of cake with them, Rosy and Fernando moved to the kitchen after a while. They were talking and putting everything away, even if you offer help, they denied it.
After a few minutes Pedri moved to where his parents are, taking the plates and cups. You zone out, thinking about the fight.
You can't help but feel hopeless, can it help if you go back to live in separate houses? Can it help if you take a break? Can it help if you go to a counselor?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
"Vamos," Pedri says, handing your things to you.
You frown a little. "I thought we were staying a little bit more." You say, getting up and walking with him to the door.
But he doesn't answer. In fact, he's afraid that if he does, he might say the wrong thing. He just shakes his head, opening the car door for you.
When you get home, he is still in this quiet state. You want to ask, but you prefer for him to be the one telling you what is going on.
"Did you talk to my mom?" He asks.
You turn to where he is, already knowing that a fight is expected. "I mean, we took a walk and talked." You say. "Why?"
"I don't know, maybe because my parents were talking about how you were crying and asking her not to be mad at you." He says in this very deceptive tone.
You grab a napking, cleaning the small drops of coffee you dropped from moving the mug that you left.
"Do you really think moving together was a mistake?" He asks.
"I d-" You pause to think if what you were about to say was the right thing. "I don't know. I think we may have hurried into making that decision."
"So this is it?" He asks, mad at your answer. "I don't think we rushed."
"But we did." You say, wanting to shere what you really feel. "I think we need some time apart. We need to go to counseling or to go back to have our own place."
"You don't want to live here anymore?"
He knew this was coming, but he doesn't say it, maybe because he is afraid, maybe because he feels like his heart is about to explote, maybe because he feels embarrassed that his relationship is failing.
You take a deep breath, knowing that what you are about to do is the hardest thing you've ever done.
But it was necessary.
"No."
Gavi
"Wait, Pablo." You grab his arm, making him stop. "Can you please talk to me?" You ask.
He just frowns, taking his hand and moving your hand. "Vamos." He says, walking over to the car.
You follow him, opening the door and getting on the passenger seat.
"If you are mad, sad, angry, or anything." You say, grabbing his hand. "Can you please tell me?"
He does this thing where he just acts like anything matters, he gets this frown on his face, and he gets quiet.
"Pablo, please." You beg. "Talk to me, anything you want to say, just talk!"
"Do me a favor." He says, taking his hand away from yours. "Please be quiet, I have a headache."
You feel the pain in your heart. You got comfortable on the seat, even when you don't want to be in the same car as him.
You can't keep with this situation, he never shared his feelings, he never shared his thoughts.
It was like fighting someone with your eyes closed. You know nothing about them and you don't know where the next punch is coming from.
You push the seat all the way to the back and bit more down. You know he hates when his seats are moved, he likes to have the same distance between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.
You know that even if he wants to talk, he won't. He will fix it as soon as he can and then continue with this silent treatment trick he pulls.
"I hate when you do this." You say to him. You are done with hiding your feelings just because he hides his own. "If you are mad at me, if you feel like I said something you don't feel comfortable with, if you want me to tone it down, just say it."
The silence continue.
You focus on the busy road, the traffic in Barcelona was crazy tonight. Just what you needed, more time with him in the silente cage.
You think about the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. He used to be someone reserved since the beginning, yes.
But this wall he built to hide his feelings, it was impossible to climb. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much progress you make. He always finds a way to bring you down to zero.
You turn back to him, his eyes are on the road. You can't think of when all this started, when he started to hide himself.
You used to think that you were happy.
You used to think that you knew him.
But you don't.
You don't want this life, you don't want to have to go the extra mile for him to express his feelings, you don't want to feel like you need to beg him.
"Pull over." You say, undoing your seat belt.
Pablo turns to you, the alarm of the seat belt ringing, alerting him more than it should.
"Are you crazy? We are in the middle of traffic." He says, grabbing your arm with on hand.
"I'm not, just pull over." You say, freeing your arm from his hold. "Please do."
He sees the entrance to a mall, he earns a few honks of the other drivers, but he does not care.
He parks on the first spot he finds. As soon as the car is safe to get off, you try to do it, but the hands of Gavi are stopping you.
"Pablo, let go off me." You calmly say.
"No, I'm not letting you get off." He says, gripping on your arms a little more. "Amor, please."
The look in his eyes is confusing. You can't understand how he goes from full anger and being so closed and then go to begging you with those glossy eyes.
"I can't do this anymore, Pablo." You whisper.
"Don't say that." He begs. "What-, how-, wha-."
He can't even get a sentence without feeling like he's doing something that might make you leave faster.
"Please, suéltame." You say one more time.
"Let me fix thi-"
"No! Pablo, I've tried so hard for so long, but you act as if I'm the enemy." You say, pulling your hands away from him in a very hard pull. "I love you, but I'm tired of feeling as if everything that I do is wrong, as if I'm a bother to you or to your feelings."
He shakes his head, trying to find the right words, but he can't.
"And I begged you, fuck Pablo I've begged you to tell me what's wrong, if I'm doing something." You keep going, expressing everything you feel. "You have no idea what it's like to feel like a bother, and you don't care because clearly you don't mind me feeling like that." You open the door.
He undo his seat belt, running to your side to stop you. "Wait, preciosa, that's not true."
"Move, out of my way." You say, trying to pass over him. "Gavi!"
"No, stop, please, so we can talk." You scuff, trying to go past him. "No!"
"Okay, then tell me something." You say, taking a few steps back. "Are you going to stop being so uptight and start being honest about your feelings with me? I'm tired of being the only one who tries."
"Pero- joder, I don't get why are you so stuck on that!"
You don't need another word. You understood perfectly.
"Pablo, I think it's time for you to leave. I leave by myself." You say, pushing him out of your way.
"Espera," He calls, trying to get you to stay. "Amor, what about us?"
You turn to him, the look in your face is enough to make him shut his mouth.
"There is no us, Gavi."
Ferran
"Do you need help?" Ferran asks, poking your side.
"Stop that." You say, moving his hand away from you. "You already embarrassed me enough during dinner."
"Don't be like that," He says, smirking. "It was fun."
You ignore him, closing the door of the car and leaving him inside.
During this party with his friends, Ferran decided to over shared some not so funny stories about you.
To him and his friends, of course it was funny, because Ferran is used to do that to everybody. He loves to share different stories of moments that made him laugh.
You sometimes feel like Ferran doesn't take anything serious, it's been like that since the beginning.
At first, it was fun.
You can't deny that you find his humor fun, how he didn't take anything that serious. But after some time, you find it nit that funny anymore.
You told yourself that it was because of his work. He needs to be extra serious, and he needs to be concentrated on the field.
It's also that he is an oversharer.
He will share everything with everyone if he is feeling like it. That was something that you feel like in the beginning didn't really matter, but now you feel like sometimes he shares too much.
And you know that when he's home and out with friends, he can be himself. The thing is, he sometimes can't seem the difference between being serious and have an open time for jokes.
"Don't be mad." He says, closing the door after him. "Where are you going?"
"To make some tea."
You walk over to the kitchen, trying to calm yourself down. You don't want to fight with him, not again.
Last time you did, Ferran took it as always. As a joke. Trying to calm the airs with jokes, because in his mind that was going to work with you.
Sometimes you are thankful that Ferran gives you the space you needed. He can't take some situations with the maturity needed, but he knows when to back off.
You stayed on the couch for a little bit, trying to think about what to do with the situation you have on your hands.
You asked Ferran multiple times to take the things with more seriousness. That you needed him to pause his overly good mood for a moment and act like an adult.
You decide to rest the subject and go to bed, you were staying with him for the night. He was playing fifa while talking with his football friends, so you left him alone while he's doing that.
You do the little routine you have while you stay with him. You check your phone after doing the routine. Noticing that your friends were talking about the stories Ferran mentioned, all of them teasing you.
You can't help but get mad again, especially when you noticed that they were talking about something you told Ferran not to tell.
"Ferran, can you come here?" You ask, trying to keep your cool.
He tells the boys that he's going to be off for a few minutes, to not kill him on the game. He leaves his mic off and headsets there, running to the room.
"Si? My team is waiting, tell me." He says, jumping anxious about his game. "What's wrong? Did you forget your cream again?"
You try not to roll your eyes at how desperate he seems to go back to his game. "Stop moving." You say, frustrated at him. "Did you tell our friends about what happened the other day?" You ask, trying to get him to confess first before saying anything.
He thinks for a few moments, "Do you mean the work thing?"
"So you did!" You point at him. "After I told you not to!"
He rolls his eyes, "Baby, they are our friends." He says, smiling at you.
"It doesn't matter, I asked you not to tell, and you did exactly that!"
He doesn't seem to see the problem, he feels like sharing is caring. His friends will share their lives with him and he does too.
"I know, but Miguel had the same experience, and I wanted to let him know that he's not the only one."
"Fer, but that was not something that you could just tell." You explain, trying to remain calm. "That was something that I wanted to keep private and to be able to tell whenever I felt like it. I told you because I trusted you to keep it."
He sighs, "Can you drop it?" He asks. "I have a game to go back to." He point to his game room.
"Perdona?" You ask, not believing that he was acting as if you are the one with the problem.
"My game!" He points. "I'm in the middle of it. Let's drop this, yes I told my friends, yes you are mad but boo hoo, move on!"
You are speechless, he was in this < I don't give a fuck > type of mode, acting like if you can't be mad at him airing your business.
"It's not boo hoo, Ferran." You try to reason with him. "You told everybody something that was mine and only mine to tell. The worst part is that this is not the first time you have done this. Do I have to be more careful now and filter everything I say to you?"
"Why would you? Amor, seriously stop exaggerating."
"No estoy exagerando, Ferran. I'm mad because I trusted you and yet again you ran to your friends and aired my dirty laundry."
"Yet again? Why are you so onto ruin the night <yet again>?" He says, trying to copy your words.
You look over at him, feeling disappointed, Ferran rolled his eyes, walking back to his game room. He doesn't believe he's in the wrong.
You change back into your clothes, putting the stuff you have in the bathroom back in your bag. You are mad and won't spend the night with him.
You call an Uber, waiting for it to be outside, you put your shoes. You grab Ferran's wallet, walking over to the game room.
"I'm leaving. Here's your wallet." You threw it over at the table. "Bye."
He pauses the game. "Espera!" He shouts, cursing under his breath as he shuts down the game. "Wait, don't leave."
You turn to him, his face showing regret. "I'm tired, Fer." You say, feeling like you are the bad one.
"But tired of what? Are you seriously mad about me talking with my friends? Are you that dramatic?"
"Yes, I am seriously mad. Yes, I am dramatic because you keep kissing and telling, and I'm not up for that." You say, opening the front door of his house.
You feel his hand grabbing your arm. He then blocks the door that goes to the street. "You can't leave."
"I can. In fact, I am leaving." You take his hand away from you, trying to walk out of his house. "Move."
"Look, I know I fucked up, but you know how I am."
"And that's not an excuse anymore." You say, moving him to open the door.
Just in time, the Uber pulled to the driveway.
"I made so many excuses for you, but I'm over it, Ferran. And for you to tell me that I'm being dramatic and exaggerating? Sorry, but I'm out."
"You are seriously going to break up with me over something I said?"
You look back at him. "I will. In fact, im doing it." You say, opening the door of the Uber. "But don't worry, go tell your friends about it."
Fermin
"Be careful." Fermin says, grabbing your hand as you walk back inside the house.
You try to let his hand go, failing miserable as he thinks it is because you are falling and grabs you by the waist.
You are coming from a doctors appointment, and Fermin is treating you as if you just came back from war or something.
"Fer, you're making me feel hot." You say, trying to give him a hint. "Can I have some water?" You ask him.
He nods, running to the kitchen to get you that glass of water.
Something you and Fermin always talk about is that he sometimes doesn't know how to give you your space. You need to have your own time to de-stress from everything.
But he's more into long hugs from the moment he sees you to the moment you say goodbye, or even if you're in bed, sleeping over at his or yours, he will have his arms around you, one lg over yours.
You like that, love that your boyfriend is clingy. The things is...
Fermin is more than clingy, he is obsessed with you to the point he will want to hold your hand when driving, when out, when in.
He will want to hold you all the time, even suggesting a warm bath so he can cuddle you inside the bathtub.
It was amazing, you love your boyfriend.
What wasn't so amazing were the fights because he was mad that you needed your space. Meaning you need him away, meaning you hated him and you wanted him to get lost...
Or that was what was happening inside his mind.
You talked about space with him, being able to do your things, to be able to have your moments. To read in peace, to eat without holding his hand, to be in bed on your side without his arms.
"Here it is, princesa." He says, handing you the glass of water.
Pau
You feel him hugging you from behind. You feel yourself cringe at the overwhelming feeling. You hate yo feel that way, but sometimes you can't take the full clingyness.
"Let's get ready for tonight?" You ask, trying to act as if you want to go upstairs. "We need to be ready for Pablo's dinner"
"That means I have to go home, I wanted to watch a movie."
"Fer, our houses are literally three minutes away. You'll be fine."
He pouts, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'll pick you up, okay?" He asks, making you nod. "See you in a bit."
You feel lighter when Fermin left. Sometimes you want to be able to tell him yo give you space without sounding like a bitch.
You had plenty of time to take a shower and prepare for the dinner. It was a simple party with his football friends and even some masía friends from his junio era.
You watch an episode of your show before doing anything. Picking a simple outfit after a shower, some light makeup just because you want to hide the bags under your eyes.
You hear the doorbell just in time, grabbing your bag and praying the last bid of perfume. You find Fermin waiting for you outside, a smile on his face.
"Let's go!" You smile.
During the trip from your house to Gavi's house, Fermin didn't let your hand go. Using every red light as an opportunity to kiss your hand of cheek.
When you arrive you try your best to say hi to everyone. Finding it kind of hard as Fermin was grabbing your hips, keeping you by his side.
"Venga, Fer. Let's go get some food, let the ladies talk." Gavi tells him, pulling him by the shirt.
You thank Gavi, making the ladies at the table laugh. They all tease you about how much Fermin spend next to you.
You can't get mad, you know that it's true and you kind of find it funny too. Plus, the jokes are light, and nobody is insulting you or hurting you or fermin with the jokes.
"So, changing the topic." Gavi's girlfriend says. "Are we taking that trip to Ibiza? Because I need to confirm the airbnb."
"Oh, yes." Laura, Dani's girlfriend, says. "I have the itinerary, I just need to change some things based on our budget."
"Let's keep it budget friendly." You say. "Last time we spent enough to live a lifetime." You laugh.
"Yes, but I loved it." Laura says. "I'm sending you the unedited itinerary. We can see right now what to change."
Fermin, Gavi, and Dani walk back to the table. All of them are carrying food for their girlfriend.
"What are you ladies talking about?" Dani asks, placing Laura's food in front of her.
"Oh, nothing." Laura smirks. "Only our little Ibiza trip, but we promise to be good this time."
"Joder, I'm still in debt after last trip." Gavi jokes, making his girlfriend hit his arm. "Es broma!"
"When are you leaving?" Pedri asks, sitting down with you.
"I think next week, because we talked about it for like a month before finally saying yes five minutes ago." You answer.
"Wait, you are going too?" Fermin whispers to you.
"Obvio." You whisper back. "Thanks for the food."
You continue the talk with everybody else. Talking about different things. What you didn't notice was how Fermin was quiet.
He was kind of mad that you didn't shared the fact that you wanted to go to Ibiza with your friends.
He was planning on using those days to take you somewhere, so you could spend more days together and have a nice mini vacay.
After dinner, Fermin and you helped Gavi and his girlfriend with the cleaning. You hugged them goodbye and went back to Fermin's car.
You find weird how he is kind of quiet and not holding your hand like he's used to. Maybe he's tired, you think.
"Do you want me to make you that food you like?" You ask him. "You told me your parents are coming, and I'm thinking that your mom also likes that plate."
"Why didn't you tell me about the trip?" He asks.
You frown. "Because I don't know?" You chuckle. "I thought I wasn't going to go. That's why."
"I was thinking of taking you on a little vacation." He explains. "But you ruined the plan."
"How did I ruin it?" You ask confused.
"Because you are leVing with your friends and leaving me behind."
You try to understand how is this your fault and why was he so mad.
"Fer, what are you even talking about? We are going for a weekend, I'm not moving there." You explain calmly. "And we are together all the time. We are together after training, at night when you come here for dinner or breakfast, on the weekends. Shit, we are together right now!"
You don't get why he was so mad at you. It was a normal thing that you and the girls would pick a weekend to spend time away from the games, the crazy fans and the routine.
"But I wanted us to spend some time, but thanks for ruining it." He says in a very bad tone. "You don't appreciate what I do for you."
"Fermin, are we really doing this?" You ask, still surprised that he was acting this way.
"Si, I'm honestly mad that you think this is not important."
"I never said that." You fight back, done with his attitude. "But you say < you are leaving me > as if I'm never with you. I've talked about how sometimes I think we need to have our own time. This is part of your own time. You went with Gavi and Ansu to Sevilla during your free days and I never complained."
"Oh, so you were going to?"
You stop fighting at that point, he wanted to be the right one in this fight. "You know what, let's calm down. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"You always do this, I try to spend time with you and be a good boyfriend. But you can't appreciate it."
You only roll your eyes, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "Whatever." You whisper.
"I want you to cancel the trip." He says, walking over to where you are. "If you really appreciate me and everything I do for you, cancel it, and let's go ourselves on a trip."
You can't help but laugh. "No." You shake your head while chuckling. "I'm not going to cancel anything, and if I do, it won't be because I'm going on one with you."
"Cancel it ot we are over." He says, angry face.
You feel this pain in your heart. You know Fermin is exaggerating, but him pulling this macho move is not setting right with you.
"Okay, close the door on your way out."
"I'm sorry I'm late." Pau says as soon as you open your house door. "We can still go out to eat."
You smile at him. "Actually, my dad came home with some burgers, and I ate one thinking you were going to not come."
"Oh," He says, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," you say, hugging him. "I understand that you had to go to a meeting with your coach."
"Can we talk?" He asks.
You know where this is going, and honestly, you are thankful that it's him the one who's starting it.
"Want to go for a walk?" You ask. "My parents are in the living room." You explain.
He nods, taking your hand. You close the door after taking the keys from the key holder. You gab his arm, giving him a kiss on the shoulder.
"How was your night?" You ask, trying to make the conversation flow.
"It was good, Hansi gave us a big speech about how we need to not lack and to be better."
"That's amazing." You smile. "I'm happy that you are doing well on everything."
"How was your night?" He asks, giving you hand a kiss. "Apart from the obvious." He says, referring to him being late.
"Hey, about that." You say, thinking about him. "Did you eat anything?"
"Not much." He confess. "I'm really sorry. I was so late that you had to eat at home and now out like we talked about."
"Honestly, I get it." You shrug. "You are busy, and I ate burgers, so I'm fine."
He smiles, giving you a kiss. "Can we take a seat?" He asks, making you nod. "I really need to talk to you about something."
You smile, trying not to cringe.
"I really like you, you have no idea." He smiles, grabbing your hands. "But I'm really in a place where I can't give you the time I want to give you." He explains. "I want to be able to take you to dinner on time, I want to be able to take you out for more than just my games."
"Pau," you interrupt. "Listen, I know where this is going, and I think that as much as this is hurting. I think it's the best for the best of us."
He hugs you. "I'm really sorry." He says, sounding like he regrets already starting the conversation. "I love you, but I can't let this continue and let you hate me."
"Oh, baby." You chuckle. "I would never hate you, I would probably create a gossip page about you and share your deepest secrets but I won't hate you." You joke.
He laughs, "I really love you." He smiles, grabbing your face. "And I'm sorry this is going the way it is. I promise that if you give me a change, I can do better, maybe not now but in the future."
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Summary: Gavi changed and didn't notice how much it was affecting you and your relationship.
Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pablo.
A/N: Hello to everybody! This is something that I thought for quite a long time. It's a long one, so grab a snack. Love you all 💛
It was no secret for people that Gavi was someone who was very private. He barely posts anything on Instagram or stories.
Even when the injury came, he was very low profile, not posting more than necessary. Even the "necessary" posts were a story or two per month.
When you two met, it was like you two had this connection that was undeniable. You are Pablo's physio niece. You met when you were at his place, and Gavi came for a talk.
Nobody expected Gavi to find someone to be with during this time. Not even your friends and family expected you to be with him.
At first, you tried to keep your distance, but when inevitably he kept with the excuses on why he needed to be at your uncle's house just to see you.
You did give him a chance to get to know him. You even noticed that your uncle was also trying to play Cupid. Then you discovered that it was Gavi the one who asked him to do that.
Your relationship was new. You two are about to hit the six months mark in just a few days, it was fairly new.
Thanks to you meeting gavi during his injury and being his physio's niece was that you met his parents and sister a little bit too early than normal.
You know them and like them, and you can say say that they know you and like you too. You can even say that Aurora and you became friends thanks to that.
Something Gavi and you talked about before even being together was to always make time for each other.
You try to see each other as much as Gavi's career allows you to. Always trying to have some time to talk and catch up on each other's.
You are thankful that Pablo has his own place, his parents visit him, but they are not that much around.
Now that he is no longer injured, he gets the house to himself more than ever. Making it easy for the two of you to have a place where you can have time to yourselves.
"Gavi, how does it feel to be the winner of La Super Copa?" You ask him, taking his shirt off.
He grabs your cheeks, shutting you up by kissing your lips. "De puta madre." He smirks.
"Oh, Gavi, what a dirty mouth you have." You act all surprised. You start to undo the knot in his sweats.
He can't help but laugh. "I'm not the one who's undressing me." He says, hands caressing your nakedness.
"Well, I can't be the only naked one." You smile, pulling his pants and boxers down. You grab his hand, pulling him towards the bed for him to kneel on the mattress. "But I can be the one giving you your reward."
He pushes you lightly, making you fall on the pillows. He waits for you to accommodate yourself on the bed.
Grabbing your akles and separating your legs. "Remind me that we need to go to the pharmacy." He says, kissing your neck.
You don't even pay attention to his words, you just moan and nod, not even caring what he was saying.
"Te amo." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips.
"Yo más."
✨️✨️✨️
"I don't get it," you say, turning your head to him. "So Ansu said that to Flick?" You ask, surprised about the story he's telling you.
"Muy loco." He laughs. "But yeah, he did say that in front of the whole dressing room."
"And what Hansi said?"
"He just nodded and left angry, but as you can tell, Ansu is not playing." He pouts. "Ale and I try to tell him off, but he said that he needed to speak with Hansi. The last time he did it was when we won La Super Copa but he says that nothing has changed."
"I think he's just frustrated, I get where he's coming from." You pout, nodding at him. "Want more ice cream?" You ask, scooping some more with your spoon.
"I just hope he knows I'm here for him." He sighs, taking the ice cream you are offering. "That's amazing."
You smile, giving him more of your ice cream. "I'm going to miss you so much, I'm sorry I can't go to the match."
"Madrid will be the worst without you." He pouts, giving you a hug. "But you need to study, that's important."
"I'll be free when you come back as a champion." You say, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him towards you. "You are my champion."
You love moments like this, both of you eating ice cream and having a moment to talk about your days, what happened with your friends, things like that.
"I heard my uncle mention to the other physios that you have been feeling some discomfort while doing gym exercises."
He nods, eating his ice cream. "Sometimes that happens, but don't worry." He half smiles.
"Don't push yourself," you say, giving him a kiss on the head. "Take it slow, Hansi knows you and trusts you."
"It's just so frustrating. People talk about how now I'm just on the bench, but they have no fucking idea how hard is it to come back from a injury where my knee was destroyed."
You nod, grabbing his hands. "I know, pabs." You smile at him. "Don't worry about what people say, Hansi trusts you so much, the team too. So you don't have to feel like this over someone who doesn't know anything about football."
He smiles, hugging you. "I really don't want to go." He whispers. "I'll miss you a lot."
"Me too, but you are going to have fun. Please don't tackle someone during the game." You joke with him, making him laugh.
"You are in love with that boy." Your friend says, watching you smile at the phone.
"Me? Pffft, I'm just smiling at a meme." You say blushing so hard. "By the way, I brought us some strawberries." You smile, taking the fruit out of your picking basket. "I've been craving them so bad that the other day I tried one with mustard. It was so good."
"Mustard?" She asks, already disgusted by the mix. "That's so iugh, and since when do you like mustard?"
"I don't know, but I was craving something, and my I didn't have it, so I had to be creative."
"You are so weird, iugh." She laughs. "I brought some nutella crepes, your favorites."
She opened the container, and when the smell hit you, you let out the biggest gag you ever had. You turn your face to the side, trying to calm down the urge to throw up.
"Are you okay?"
"Joder, perdona." You say, drinking some water. "The smell got me, I don't know why. I been really sensible to some smells, maybe I have a stomach bug."
She narrowed her eyes at you, looking you up and down. "We need to leave, come with me." She says, getting up and picking her things up. You grab your stuff and follow her.
You read the texts he left you a few hours ago. You block your phone again, going back to staring at the ceiling.
You spend a good ten minutes starting at the ceiling. You grab your phone, texting him to come to your place.
He answers quickly, telling you that he'll be there in a few minutes. You get out of bed to go see if your uncle was home or if he was at work.
You check the house, thankful that you are alone. That way it was easier for you to talk with him without having to check if someone was hearing you.
You sit down on the couch, waiting for him to show up. You just stare at nothing, mind in blank for the first time since your friend left.
You hear your phone, it was a text from him telling you that he was outside. You take a deep breath before walking to the door.
"Buenas!" He says, giving you a hug. "I got you your favorite cookies."
"Thanks." You smile, kissing his cheek. You hug him hard, giving him a kiss on his shoulder. "How are you?"
"Good," you whisper, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the stairs. You wanted to talk to him in your room.
"How was the beach?" He asks you. "I tried calling you, but it was off."
"I know, it was acting weird." You lie, sitting on your bed. "I need to-" You try to say, being interrupted by him.
"You have no idea how fun that trip was. My mom was so sad you weren't there because Aurora and her went out to a museum."
"Yeah, maybe next time." You whisper. "I really need to-"
"And Fermin's girlfriend asked me about you. I told her < oh, she's studying > and also Pedri asked about yo-"
"Pablo!" You call him. "Please, hear me out."
That's the first time he noticed your red Puffy eyes and how nervous you look. He frowns, worried about your state.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Were you crying?" He asks.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking. You stay quiet for a while, taking some deep breaths.
"Joder, you are scaring me."
"That day my friend and I went to the beach, I was telling her how I've been sensible to some smells, how I was trying this weird food combinations. She asked me to come with her, and we drove to a pharmac-"
"Are you sick?" He asks, worried about you. "Does anything hurt? Do you need me to get you some medicine? Take to the hospital? The ER."
"I'm not sick, I jus-"
"Was is a stomach bug or something?"
"No, liste-"
"Joder, maybe that food we ate the night before I went to Madrid."
"Pablo!" You groan, he was making you even more nervous. "Liste-"
"We can go to the doctor, want me to call and schedul-"
"I'm pregnant."
It's the way the color of his face dissappear, the way his body paused. How his mouth got shut and his lips are now in a tin line.
He's just looking at you, not saying anything. You can't help but cry, the overwhelming feeling it's consuming you.
"Pablo." You call him tying to get his attention, but his expression didn't change. He was paralyzed.
You try to grab his hand, and that's when he comes back to reality. He moves away from the bed. He doesn't say anything.
He's just standing up in the middle of the room. You don't say anything else, the silence in the room is unbearable.
He turns, grabbing his sweater and walking out of your room. You again don't say anything, hearing the front door being shut.
You throw yourself at the bed, your head hurts from everything that just happened. You grab the covers and cover yourself entirely.
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You look at Gavi's post on Instagram, he was active and acting like normal while going no contact with you.
It's been two weeks since the last time you spoke. That was the same night you told him you were pregnant.
You haven't told anybody else, not even your parents and uncle. Only three people knew about it, Gavi, your friend and you.
Your uncle asked if you were okay, noticing how you were all day in your room and became more picky with food.
The reality was that you don't know how to tell him what's going on. Mostly because he's so attached to Gavi, he sees him as his own child.
He became Gavi's safe space during the injury, someone he talked to, someone he cried to, and someone who was there for him.
You don't want to be the responsible one by breaking that bond they created. You don't want to be resented by any of them for making them separate ways.
"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks one more time. "Is it your period? I notice you are kind of pale, or maybe vitamins, I have some there."
Vitamins.
"I think I do need vitamins." You think for a moment, placing your hand on your stomach. "I'll go to the doctor, don't worry."
You take your phone, searching for a good OBGYN in the area. You need to have an ultrasound and maybe even get on prenatal vitamins.
"Eat, please." Your uncle scolds you. "You are becoming very picky with food. The other day I noticed you barely touched your chicken alfredo. That's one of our favorites."
You take one look at the food, feeling nauseous already. You don't want to look suspicious so you take the fork and place the food on your mouth.
"Delicious, right?" He asks.
It took everything in you to not gag in front of him. You take the glass of water, drinking the piece of food.
"Amazing." You smile, feeling your mouth water. "Can I finish this in my room? I have to finish this homework."
"Go on, by the way, I'm going with Balde. He asked me earlier, and I just read his message, so I'll go right now."
You nod, thanking him for the food. You move upstairs quickly, trying to calm down the urge to vomit.
"I'm fucked." You yell into your pillow.
You stayed in your room while your uncle was still home. You wanted to go back to the kitchen to eat something that didn't make you vomit.
When that happens, you check the fridge looking for the strawberries. You grab the box, sadly for you there were only three in there.
You grab your keys and wallet, ready to go to the store and get your food. You grab a sweater before leaving the house.
You open the door just before Gavi knocks on it. You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Can we talk?" It feels weird to even hear his voic. It's been some time since you hear it. "Where are you going?" He asks.
"To the store." You point to the street. "I'm hungry, and the food my uncle made it's making me nauseous."
He nods, following your lead as you walk to the store that's close to your house. You don't say anything, and neither he does.
He's wearing a hoodie that covers part of his head and face. He's used to going out like that anyway, even if it's at night he will wear glasses and a hoodie.
You pick three packages of strawberries, putting them on your basket. You walk in silence to the condiment aisle, picking a package of mustard.
You know it sounds disgusting, but you crave it so much. You gain a new craving as soon as you see the Brussels sprouts, picking a big jar of them.
You walk around the store, trying to see if you might crave something else. Some products made it to the basket.
Pablo is looking at you from behind, he's judging everything you place on the basket. He's wonders if you are picking random stuff or if you have a plate in mind.
You finally walk to the candy area, picking some sour gummies and some honey candy. You turn to see Gavi, waiting for him to pick something too.
He grabs a bag of his favorite candy, putting the candy on the basket. The silence that you share is less uncomfortable now, but still hold some tension from your side.
You walk to the register, feeling like you are forgetting something. You place everything on the self pay service.
"Ay, mi cereal." You say, remembering what you wanted. "I forgot." You pout.
"I'll go grab it." He says, signaling you to wait for him.
You scan the rest of the items while he's looking for your cereal. When he's back, you scan the products.
You reach for your wallet, taking your card out, but Gavi is quicker and uses his phone to pay for the stuff.
"I was going to pay." You argue, you don't like when he doesn't let you pay for anything. It makes you feel some type of way. "Thank you."
He helps you with the bags, walking back home in silence. You are the one following his lead now.
When you make it home, you go straight to the kitchen, grabbing different bowls. You wash the products that need to be washed and open others to placen them in the bowls.
"Why are you mixing that?"
"I've been throwing up almost everything, I found out that this is somehow tolerable for me, so I try to eat more than just one thing to get full."
He nods, not understanding but not judging... or maybe just a little bit of judgment.
"I thought you weren't coming back." You say, grabbing a fork. "You didn't call or answer any calls. I thought that it was a silent goodbye."
"I wouldn't."
You nod, eating your food while looking at the plate and not at him. You don't know where to begin the conversation about the elephant in the room.
"I-"
"Loo-"
You smile a little, finding funny how you two started at the same time. "You go first." You say.
He sighs, nervous about this whole thing. "Venga, que la he cagado al irme de aquí y no haber llamado. I was shocked, I tried to focus on finding the right words, but I don't think I'll find them." (Look, I fucked up by leaving and not call)
"You really scared me." You say to him.
He walks around the counter, arms hugging your body from behind. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We are doing this together."
You let a sigh, it felt like the weight you were holding inside was finally out of your shoulders.
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"I am terrified of the day we have to tell my uncle, he is going to be so mad."
"Tell me about it. He's going to kill me and break my knee again." He jokes, making you smile. "I'm honestly shitting myself just at the thought of talking to my parents."
"My mom is going to kill me, and my uncle might ask me to leave." You whisper to yourself.
You already ran every possibility in your head. You can't help but feel anxious about every little thing.
"I need to find an OBGYN." You say. "I already google it, but there's like thousands, I don't even know what to do."
He doesn't even know what to do either, he's confused, scared, he can't quite still believe that it's happening.
"Maybe my mom can help you with that." He suggests.
"After today, I think she will hate me."
"Qué va, my mom loves you. She's going to be mad at me, but you'll be fine."
You just nod, sitting on the couch. You two are waiting for Gavi's parents to arrive, they were coming from Sevilla, thinking this was going to be a normal meeting with you two.
You two stay in silence, something that's becoming new between you. Gavi always had something to say, something to share or something to express.
Now it's like you don't even know how to address each other, or maybe it's just the whole situation that makes you feel this way.
You feel your stomach drop when the sound of keys and laughing was heard coming from the front door.
You look at him, the same worried expression he's been carrying for days is there on his face. This time you notice it was even worse.
You two stand up, greeting the Paez when they walk through the door. Belen hugged you, greeting you.
You can't explain why, but when you return the hug, you cling onto her. It's like you needed that hug more than anything.
Maybe it was because your mom wasn't there, maybe because you feel scared, maybe because this news might change everything between you two.
"Oh, love." She giggles. "Are you okay?"
You realize what you are doing, separating and noticing Gavi and his father looking at you with a curious expression.
"Yeah, I just missed you two so much." You giggle, going to hug his dad. "How are you? How was the flight?"
"It was good, very calm." Pablo sir answered. "We are going to leave this in the room and we'll be back."
Pablo waits for his parents to go upstairs, turning to you. He noticed how you hugged his mom.
"Are you okay?"
"Just nervous." You smile, moving to the kitchen to take the food of the containers, placing them on plates.
You hear his parents joining, asking him questions about the training, about the games, the season.
Belen helped you with the plates, asking you about your classes. You give her short answers, trying to avoid her eyes.
When you all sit down, you can tell that Belen knows something is going on. She keeps looking at you and then at Gavi.
You zoned out the majority of the conversation. You're thinking about everything you need to do. Telling his parents is one thing, telling your family, you have classes, you have a lot of responsibilities.
Pablo is also thinking of everything that is about to happen. Maybe his parents won't get mad, maybe they'll be happy and they will congratulate him.
"We have to tell you guys something." He says, interrupting his parents' talk. "It's kind of important."
You can hear your heart on your ears, your hands getting sweaty and your stomach hurting.
Pablo thought what he was going to say, in his mind it was all planned and reharsed, but it wasn't that easy as he picture it.
"Vale, we -"
He's trying to connect the dots, maybe if he starts with a story it will be better. Maybe being straightforward, maybe not.
"I-"
You take the hand he has on his lap. You can't even find some words to help him complete the announcement.
His parents think it's about to be something silly, so they wait for him to say it. Maybe a team is trying to get him signed up, maybe it's about his injury.
"Pero venga, Gavi." His father laughs. "Say it!"
Gavi sighs, there's no way to say this, so he's about to rip the bandaid.
"Y/n's pregnant."
The smile on his father's face is gone, it's now replaced by a frown. His mom is pale, making you remember the moment you told Pablo.
Pablo let go of your hand, he covers his face while groaning. He feels stupid for announcing him so wrong.
"Are you sure about it?" Belen asks. "Have you seen a doctor?" She asks you.
"No, I haven't been to one." You answer, you don't look at her face but at the table. "I did take three pregnancy tests, and all of them were positive."
"Why don't you take her to your doctor?" Pablo sir says, his face is in his hands. "Do you have a plan?" He asks Gavi.
Pablo shrugged, he doesn't even know what to expect. "I haven't really thought about it." He says, making his father angry.
"You haven't thought about it? Pablo, you are so irresponsible. This is not a game strategy or a pass of the ball."
"Joder, I know." He argues.
You place your hand on his arm, trying to get him to shut up and not argue his dad. He looks at you and the back at his dad.
"When did you find out?" Belen asks.
"Three weeks ago."
"Three weeks, Pablo!" His dad argued with him. "You knew about this three weeks ago and didn't tell us."
Belen gets up, walking to your side and grabbing your arms. You let Gavi and his dad argue while she takes you upstairs.
"Don't worry, they sometimes do that." She jokes, trying to make you light up. "I can call my Doctor, she's the one I see when I'm here in Barcelona."
You nod, "Thank you, really." You whisper to her.
She smiles, she fixes your hair while looking at you. "Don't worry, It's okay." She hugs you.
She asks you to sit on the bed while she picks her phone. You can still hear Gavi and his dad talking, sometimes you hear them argue and that worries you.
"Okay, yes." Belen walks back into the room. "Is tomorrow at 10 fine?" She asks.
You nod at her, knowing that even if you were busy, you were going to make the time to go. You excuse yourself, walking to Gavi's room.
You sat on his bed for a while, waiting for the water to calm. You know he is on the second floor because you can hear him talking to his mom.
You can't make up the words they are saying, but by the tone of voice his mother has is obviously not a so nice conversation.
He walks into the room, slamming the door behind him. He joins you in bed, his breathing is very agitated.
"Una mierda, eh?" He chuckles.
You lay in bed, his head next to yours. You turn to look at him, his long lashes look wet, matching with his red eyes.
"Are you okay?" You ask, turning your body to the side to face him better. He does the same, turning his body to face you.
"I just want to sleep, that's all." He smiles, scanning your features. "Are you?"
"I mean, I didn't get yelled at." You smile, making him smile too. "Can you take me home? I think it's better if you have some time alone with your parents."
He nods, getting up from the bed. He stretches his hand to where you are, helping you stand up. You go for a hug, needing it more than ever.
"Let's go." He says, separating and walking to the door. You follow him downstairs, finding Belen sitting on the couch. "I'll be back, I'm dropping her off."
"We have that appointment tomorrow, don't you want to stay here so we can go together?"
You were about to answer, but Pablo did it first. "I can pick her up tomorrow and take you to the doctor."
Belen smiles. "Oh, you are taking us, because you are coming too."
"Pero Ansu and I are going to this event in the morning." He argues.
"Good thing you can call him and cancel. This event is more important." She says while reading her book.
Pablo doesn't say anything, he looks at you for an answer. You shrug, "I can stay." You say, making him nod, turning and going back upstairs.
You wish Belen a good night, going back upstairs. When you enter his room, you see him texting angry on his phone.
"Can I borrow a shirt?" You ask, tapping on his nose. "Sorry about your event, tho." He just nodded, not answering your question. You frown, he's not one to give you a silent treatment. "Pabs, are you okay?"
"Joder, que si." He snaps, looking at you. "Grab the shirt or whatever."
It was the first time he ever snapped at you, the first time he uses his anger towards you when it comes to answering.
You just walk to the closet, not wanting for him to get more mad or snap again. You had some spare clothes there but nothing to sleep on.
You steal one of his oversized shirts, changing inside of the closet. You fold your clothes, not wanting to make a more mess.
You block your phone after setting an alarm, not waiting for Gavi to join you in bed. You just cover yourself with the blankets, wanting to sleep already.
You answer Aurora's text, telling her that you will call her after the appointment and explain everything.
Belen, Gavi and you are in the waiting room. Waiting for your turn to go inside with the doctor.
You hear the nurse call your name, signaling you to follow her. You tap Gavi on the head, making a sign for him to follow you.
The nurse asked you some basic questions before the doctor joined you. You feel weird answering some of the questions in front of Gavi's mother.
When the doctor walked in, she asked you a few more questions. Gavi wasn't really paying attention, he was in another world.
When you lay down to get the ultrasound, you don't know what to do with your hands. You grab the edge of the bed, feeling anxious about the results.
Belen noticed this, she placed her hand on top of yours. It was a reassuring to you, you grab her hand too.
"Okay, look at this." The doctor says, showing you the screen. If you were overthinking your words before, you are now completely speechless.
The doctor was talking, but you can't pay attention to anything she's saying. You are too busy looking at the image of the clear baby on the monitor.
The doctor keeps talking, you just nod. You feel all the emotions at one, it's like the cast of Inside Out.
"Can we hear the heartbeat?" You ask, interrupting the doctor. "Please."
You look over at Pablo, he was paying full attention too. The little drum sound is making your heart feel full in a weird way.
The doctor helps you clean the gel, giving you some pictures of the ultrasound and giving you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and other pills.
Pablo walks over to you, looking again at the pictures on your hand. You look over at him, passing your arms around him. His arm goes around your waist too.
"You need to come back in a month, it's going to be a monthly checking. The only exception is the last month we will have to see you twice that month."
"Let's schedule that." You say to the doctor. You give Gavi a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go, pabs."
When you are done with the whole scheduling thing, Belen, Gavi, and you go back to the car. You needed to be careful because if anybody recognizes Gavi, it was going to be a problem.
You take a picture of the ultrasound, sending it to Aurora. She tells you that she's happy about it.
Gavi dropped you home after that. You need to go to class and finish some projects. You left the pictures on the coffee table next to your phone, going upstairs to pick your things for class.
You grab your backpack and a new sweatshirt. When you walk downstairs, you find your uncle waiting for you.
You curse, noticing what he has on his hands. "Hey." You say, getting close to him. "Didn't see your car when I come in."
He stayed silent, just looking at you with narrowed eyes. You don't know what to say, so you chose to stay quiet.
You waited for him to give you a tongue lash, for him to do something. You stand behind the couch while he's sitting on the other one.
He just sighs, getting up hands you your phone and pictures. He gave you one last look and walked into the kitchen.
You want to leave and let things cool, but you are not even sure if there is anything to cool off. You walk after him, finding him washing some dishes.
"Do you have a plan?" He asks, turning the water off. "Does Gavi knows?"
"He does." You answer just the second question. "Are you not going to yell? Or I don't know, tell me that I'm dumb?"
"Noup," He smiles. "I'm not yelling, I'm not name calling you or anything. I am disappointed, very much, tho."
"I'm sorry." You say to him.
"I'm going to have a sesion with Pablo today." He tells you, grabbing his phone and walking out. "I'll talk to him, but like I said, I won't yell."
You can't even say goodbye because he left so quickly. You know he's mad, but he's trying to control himself as hard as he can.
You text Gavi, letting him know that your uncle knows and that he wants to talk to him. You ask him to let you know what was said.
You can't concentrate on your classes, you check your phone every few seconds to see if Gavi texted you.
Before the class finishes, he texted you that he would pick you up to talk. You are dying to know what was said to him.
You hurry to pick your things, saying goodbye to your friends and walking to the parking lot. "Hey" you smile at him as you open the door. "How was your training?"
Gavi gives you a kiss, saying hi to you. You can tell he's off. You want to ask, but you don't know if he might react like he did in his room.
"It was good, my team won." He says, no emotion on his face. "I also had recovery, but not with your uncle."
"Why?"
"He asked not to be my physio anymore." He shrugs. "He told me that for now, it's better for me to be with someone else." He pouts.
"Did he say something else?" You ask, wondering why that drastic decision.
"He just congratulated me."
You understood the reason, he wanted to punish Gavi by leaving him to the side. Even when Gavi can go with anybody because he's not following a routine.
He wanted Gavi to feel the anger he felt by giving him the cold shoulder. Thing that you know will affect Gavi more than he cares to admit.
You can tell he's mad by the way he's holding the wheel, by the way his breathing is heavy and the fact that he's quiet.
"I can talk to him if you want." You say, trying to find a way to fix this. "I'm sure he will hear me."
"No, que va." He chuckles. "He doesn't want to see me, ni en pintura eh."
"He's mad at me, and he's taking it on you."
"Vale, pues de puta madre entonces." (Okay, fucking fine then)
"Gavi, don't be like this. I'm telling you that I'll try to fix it."
"How am I being? I'm just saying that vale, de puta madre that this is happening."
"Si, si, vale, vale." You say, trying to stop the disagreement. "Can you drop me home?"
You roll your eyes at him, he's been more moody than before. You sometimes want to carry a spray bottle and spray him to calm him down.
The drive is silent, you don't like to feel this tense. He's quiet, the only sound is the music he's playing on the car.
When he drops you home, you turn to look at him. He's not moving his head from the road. You just sigh, getting off.
"I'll try to talk to him." You say before closing the door. "I'm so-"
"Can you close the door? The air-conditioned is getting off." You feel a big anger, looking at him for a few seconds. "Y/n, close the door."
You smile, opening the door a little bit more. You then pushed the door closed so hard you feel the whole car shaking.
You walk back inside your house, you slam the front door too. Mad at everything you have in front of you.
Your uncle, who was home already, walked out of the kitchen. "Don't slam my door." He says pointing at you.
"I'll slam whatever I want." You say to him, walking upstairs.
You hit the trifecta by slamming the door of your room. You got into bed mad, wanting to sleep and woke up with everything fixed.
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You and Pablo were sitting down on the couch. You were listening to Belen talking about all the things you need to start buying.
"Do we really need to prepare a room?" Pablo asks, confused with all the information. "If it's going to sleep with her for like a year."
"It's not an it." Aurora says to him, throwing a pop corn at him. "Also, are you expecting her to have her own room or something? Or why is the baby going to sleep only with her?"
"No, you guys will need to help each other as much as I can." Belen says. "I know that's going to be a lot for you Pablo, we all know how much you love your sleep."
"Vale, we need two of everything then." He says to you. "One for your house and one for here."
"Two cribs? That's a lot." You say, thinking of where you are going to place it. "Maybe that can stay here."
Belen and Aurora look at each other and then at you. Belen sighs, she wants to laugh but she won't.
"Vale, I'm going to have to explain a lot more than I thought." She whispers to Aurora. "You won't need two of everything. Once you move in, you need to set up a room where the baby is going to be. The baby might not sleep there for a few months, or maybe you want the baby to sleep there right away, depens on you, but you need to set up a space where you can have the clothes, the diapers, the things you'll get."
You nod, understanding better now. You talked with Pablo about what to keep at your place and what to keep at his place.
But now that you think about it, it does sound so dumb. You don't need two places, you need one for him, the baby and you.
"You haven't thought about that?" Aurora asks.
"Perdona, about what?" You ask, going back to reality.
"Names, any name you like?"
You think for a moment, you have some names since you were a little girl. You also tried to think if maybe you could combine a family name with another name, but you didn't like it.
"Like if it's a girl, do you have anything in mind?" Belen asks.
"I like Martina." You say, smiling. "It's the girl version of your middle name."
"I like Pablo." He says. You try not to make a face, but it's hard. "What?"
"Nothing," you lift your hands. "It's just that your father is Pablo Paez, you are Pablo Paez, do we really need a third?"
"Joder, vale." He thinks for a moment. "Samuel."
"Oh, I like Samuel." Aurora says. "If you are taking suggestions, I like Mauro."
"I like Mauro too." Pablo says, smiling. "Martina is cute." He says,
"Pamela." Belen says, thinking about names. "That's a cute name."
You let them continue the conversation, you take a look at your notebook. Thinking about all the things you need to buy.
You move upstairs, checking the room that's next to Pablo's room. It was a game room for him now, but it was the only available room that he had.
You close the door, turning to his room. You are examing it, you will need to get rid of the chair he has. He loves that chair, he uses it to watch movies.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just thinking." You say, turning your head to him.
"Want to help me pack for Germany?" He asks, smiling. You nod, giving him a hug while you walk to the closet.
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"Look at this." You show to Aurora over FaceTime. It was a cute baby shirt with some fish over it. "So cute."
"When are going to know what it is?"
"This Friday, I'm so excited about it." You smile, placing a hand over your tummy.
"I want to ask, are you planning on finding out that day, or are you willing to let me throw you a gender reveal?"
You smile at her, "I would love that, but you know your brother won't be on board with that." You pout.
"I knew you would say that." She laughs. "So I think a good alternative that's 'Gavi safe', I can get some cupcakes, the filling on the inside will be the blue for boy or pink for girl."
"That's so smart, yes! I'll ask the doctor to send you the result."
"Let's hope Pablo doesn't ask the doctor to know the gender."
Your expression then changes, Pablo has told you that he won't be able to make it due to his practice time.
"He can't come, he's going to be practicing." You pout. "But now I won't have to find out alone, we can find out at the same time."
Aurora frowns. "He's not going?"
"He has practice, and I get it. I mean, he's been having long practices these past few days. With the game against Real Madrid, they want to win."
"Okay, I'll wait for the results, and I'll have the cupcakes delivered to you guys. Oh my Gosh, I'm so excited."
You continue with the shopping, talking with Aurora. You were picking stuff for the house as you walked.
When you return home, you find him sitting on the couch. "Hey, Pabs." You say, messing his hair. "I got you the chips you wanted." You say, waving the bag in your hands.
"Gracias." He says. "Sit down with me, I haven't seen you all day."
You nod, leaving quickly the things in the kitchen. You walk over to the couch, hugging Gavi.
"How was your day?" You ask him, giving him a kiss. "You smell so good."
"It's my new perfume." He lifts his eyebrows while smiling. "Do you like it?" He asks, kissing your cheek.
"Me encanta."
"If we have a boy, I'll get him a mini version of my perfumes. That way when we take him to the doctor, he'll make the nurse fall in love."
You smile, loving when he makes those little comments. "What if we have a girl?" You ask.
"We can get her the mini version of yours, but I'm sure she will love your bags. Either way she's going to have to love football as much as I do."
You grab his face to give him a kiss. "I'm sure the baby is going to grow loving football just like you, Pabs."
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"Y/n, are you here?" Pablo shouts, closing the entrance door of the house.
He walls inside, calling your name again. He goes to the kitchen after the third time.
He finds two cupcakes sitting down on the kitchen counter. He grabs one and starts eating it. He sits on the couch while looking at tik tok.
You walk back inside the kitchen half an hour later, finding him still on the couch. "Hola, guapo." You say, leaving your bag on the couch. "Hey why is your mouth blue?" You ask him.
"Hola." He says, smiling at you. "Is it? I don't know. I ate one of the cupcakes that were on the counter, maybe it's that."
Your heart jumps. "No!" You say, covering your mouth.
Pablo doesn't understand your reaction. You are jumping with a smile on your face. "Joder, I'm so confused right now."
"Pablo!" You say like it's obvious. "That cupcake was supposed to tell us the gender of our baby. It's a boy!" You throw yourself on his arms, hiding your head on his neck.
He doesn't know how to react. He's happy, that's for sure, but he's not sure if he should cry, maybe yell, or just stay quiet.
"I'm so happy." You say, still crying a little. "We need to call your parents and my mom."
You don't notice how he's a little dissociated from reality, you don't notice how he's barely even speaking or how he's not even smiling.
His parents do, they don't say anything, but they do notice this. They blame it on being tired or maybe being shocked.
You just notice how quiet he is until you are with him in his room. You look at him for a moment, wondering if maybe he's feeling bad or if something happened.
"Gavi." You call him, making him turn to you. "Are you okay?"
"Si, just thinking." He smiles, moving the blankets from your side. "Come to bed."
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"Mira," He calls your attention. "It's a crab." He smiles, showing you the plushie.
You smile at him, turning back your attention to the sales lady.
"I think this one will work for you. It's longer than the standard, and it has wheels. I'm sure you are going to use it for longer than the instructed time."
You were looking for a co sleep bed to go next to your bed. You took Pablo for him to give his opinion, but he was too busy picking plushies for the baby room.
"Do you have that one in black?"
"We do. Would you like me to add it to the bill?" She smiles.
"Si, gracias." You smile back, walking over to Gavi. "We just need to pick some clothes, and that's it."
"We can get him some matching shirts to match with me." He smiles, picking another plushy. "It's a dinosaur."
You feel tired today, maybe it's the baby not letting you sleep properly, maybe it's your clothes that feel uncomfortable, maybe it's him not taking this serious.
"Okay, let's go to the clothing area." You grab his hand, pulling him towards the end of the store.
You grab another basket, handing it to him. "Look, this has iron man on it." He smiles. "Let's take it."
"Pablo, that's for an older child."
"He's going to grow, right?"
You sigh, not wanting to pick another fight with him. "Yes, he's growing. Take whatever you want." You walk away from him, to the right section of the clothing area.
You have been having some fights with Gavi, it wasn't as easy as people say. He has been very uninterested with everything, picking fights with you.
You sometimes feel like you are doing this all alone, picking the crib, researching information, taking this seriously.
Especially after he came back with the National Team. You feel like you are walking on eggshells around him. You thought it was just something to do with them losing or maybe it was because he's frustrated.
Yet the whole time he was on vacations he had this long face that made you feel frustrated. You try talking to him, try to give him space, and try to make him know you are there for him.
However, nothing worked. He was in his own world while you were trying to make sure you have everything you need to prepare yourself for the baby arrival.
Now that he is playing again, he's been in a better mood. Training definitely helps him, and it makes him more relaxed.
"Look at this." He shows you a baby shirt that matches one he has on his closet. "We can get you one and match."
You were about to answer when you feel a Braxton Hick, making you whine in pain. You've been experiencing them and they hurt like hell.
"You okay?"
You take a few breaths, grabbing his arm to stay steady. "Si, just give me a minute."
You give him a hug, trying to calm down your breathing like the doctor taught you to do. He tries to help, imitating your breathing as you go.
"What are you doing?" You ask, separating once the pain stops.
"Following your breathing." He answers, worried about you. "Are you better now?"
You nod, going back to the hug. You haven't felt this close to him in a while. You miss it so much and you really hope for it to change.
"Want to go home? I think we have enough."
"Yeah, enough plushies and enough three year old shirts." You joke, grabbing the shirt on his hands. "We need onesies, we need those small pairs of socks, we need something that fit our baby."
"Wait, how big is the baby going to be?"
You chuckle, you can't even be mad. "I can assure you it's not going to be big enough for him to wear this."
"Vale, pero, is it going to be small then?"
You grab the shirt he has and pick a newborn size onesie to compare. You hold both in front of him so he sees the difference.
"Joder, this small?"
He grabs the onesie, holding it to observe it. He can't believe babies can be this small. He thought babies were somehow bigger and that maybe his mom was joking saying that they need too much care.
You two continue with buying this you needed for another hour or so. Enough time to check more things you needed out of the list.
Pablo needed to go to training. He has a very busy weekend, specially since tomorrow is a big day for the team.
Vacation is over, and he needs to get in shape to get back to being on the first eleven list and not on the bench anymore.
He knows it's a slow process, so he's doing everything he can to re gain the trust of the culers and the trust of the team.
He has the team on his side, that was for sure. However, he feels like he needs for them to not only say it but to show it.
The sales lady tells you that she will send the bassinet, crib, the dresser and everything to your house.
You thank her, grabbing the bags of clothing and plushies. Thanks to Pablo there were more bags than ever.
After leaving you at home and helping you with the bags, he leaves for training. He gives you a kiss goodbye before exiting the door.
During training, not everyone in the team knows he's going to be a dad. The only ones are his closest friends.
He told Ansu, Balde and Lamine once during an after training reunion. He did it cause he didn't know exactly what to feel.
But he definitely knows other players know, they just don't say anything to him. He knows Ferran knows because Pedri and Fermin went to visit him when he was down.
When they entered his house, they found some baby things. They didn't really think it was his, maybe a little cousin or something. Pablo told them because he thought they knew, so now they know.
He knows that Eric knows because Ferran knows, and that's because Pedri knows. He knows that Casado knows because Hector knows because Lamine knows.
He told Hansi, he needed to know. He was going to need a day off or maybe two. He doesn't know that Hansi talked about it with the technical team.
When he did, Ter Stegen heard, and if he knows, then Lewandowski knows, meaning that if Lewandowski knows that means Frenkie knows, and also Christensen.
He's just waiting for them to either say it, and they are waiting for him to say it. It was a never-ending circle they created.
Obviously, Ferran was going to be the one to break it.
"Ey, Gavi." He calls him, making him turn. "I have something for you."
Pedri and Eric look from their cars. Pedri is nervous, he think that Gavi is going to be furious, but Ferran thinks it will be cute to give something to him.
"I heard the news," Ferran grabs the bag from his passenger seat. "I think you'll like it. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, and congratulations, hermano."
Gavi takes the bag with a frown. He opens the bag finding a cute barca baby jersey with his number on it.
Ferran is ready for any reaction, he honestly doesn't care about it. He wants to do something nice for Gavi, however he takes it it's on him.
"Gracias, hermano." Gavi smiles, giving Ferran a hug. "I'll show this to her as soon as I get home."
"We need to do a party for you." Ferran laughs, always being the one planning events. "Something light, we all can give you a gift. Not me cause I just did, but the rest can."
"No, que va." Gavi chuckles. "Thanks for this, but I'm keeping it quiet while it lasts."
"Vale, if you change your mind, tell me."
Gavi hugs Ferran goodbye. He texts you that he will go with Ansu before going home. He needed to talk about some things.
Ansu, Balde and Lamine welcome him with a perfect idea. They were all going to S'Agaró in Costa Brava.
They wanted to invite Gavi to go. It will take place during the free day Hansi mentioned they have.
"I don't think my parents are going to be happy about it. They are coming home, so my dad and I can build the crib."
"Joder, I keep forgetting you soon will be changing diapers." Balde says.
"Going to smell like baby cream and shit." Lamine laughs.
Gavi doesn't laugh with them, he's just frowning. "Vale, callaos' ya."
"Let's go, just tell your girlfriend you will take a trip to go to an event and that's it."
"Vaya mierda con ustedes," Gavi sighs. "If I say yes are going to stop?"
"Sip." Lamine says.
"Vale, I'll tell my parents to come later because I'll need to go to an event."
"Venga! That's the Gavi I know." Lamine yells, giving him a hug.
Gavi spends some time with them, wanting to decompress from the training and from the long day he had.
After they joked, after they played some fifa, he went back home with you. He grabs the gift Ferran gave him, wanting to show it to you.
"Guapa!" He calls once he's inside. "Where are you?"
"Upstairs." You shout from upstairs.
"I got something to show you." He walks upstairs to where you are. He finds you ordering some of the clothes you got earlier. "Here, from Ferran."
You grab the bag, finding a Gavi jersey. "This is so cute." You smile, looking at the cute jersey. "Ferran gave this to you?"
"He did, Pedri told him about the baby, and he gave us this."
"His first jersey!" You pout, placing it on your tummy. "Oh, me encanta. Say thank you for me, please."
"Will do." He smiles, opening the bag of plushies and taking them out.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow's game? You are going to start with the Espanyol."
"Qué va, me los como con patatas." He smirks. (Not at all, I will beat them up)
You stretch your arm, handing out your hand for him to take it. You squish it, making him know that you are there for him.
"Oye, flick is going to give us the Thursday off because some of the media team want to film some content with a select group of players for the Barca One app. Instead, we will go to an event, I'll text my parents for them not to come until next week."
"Perate, this Thursday?"
"Si, I'll be gone all day probably."
"We have a doctors appointment this Thursday."
He hummed, not really interested in it. "Vale, but this is an event."
"And this is our kid."
He rolls his eyes, leaving the plushies on a small pile next to the clothes. He gets up from the floor, not wanting to talk about it.
"Pablo!"
"You don't need me for it." He says before leaving the room.
You stand up, already tired of the nonsense he's talking about. You have put up with too much of him acting like you are the only responsible one.
"I do need you there." You say, grabbing his arm. "I want you there!"
"It doesn't matter, you can go alone. I have this event." He moves his arm away from you. "It's just a regular appointment."
"Pablo, this is the third time you miss it. All I'm asking is you to be there, please."
You don't believe yourself, you are begging him to be there. You feel your dignity getting lost in the process of doing so.
"I already confirmed." He shrugs, paying attention to the phone. "And don't be dramatic, you can go alone."
You stand there alone, feeling a burning sensation in your tummy. Mostly because you are trying not to yell at him, but the anger is there.
"Do you need something?" He asks, a very evil tone.
You throw the baby jersey at his face, not thinking twice about it. You walk back to the baby room, slamming the door shut.
"Fucking idiot." You whisper, seating on the recliner you have there. The only piece of the baby room that you have. "Are you as mad as I am?" You ask your baby, getting a kick in response. "I know, but don't worry, my love. Hopefully, you get the intelligence of mami."
You like to speak to your belly, it's something people say it's good to do. You like to feel the kicks because that means he is answering.
"We don't need him, anyways." You say, more to yourself, wiping the tear that's rolling on your cheek. "We are going to have a blast after the appointment, I promise we are getting a chocolate milkshake."
You block your phone, trying to ignore the article. It was everywhere around the culers. You feel sad that he would prefer to go with his friends than to be here with you.
The appointment doesn't go well, you are too distracted. You feel bad that you let this get in the way of what really matters, your baby.
You don't want to see anybody, but with the wonderful luck you are carrying, Pablo's family came as a surprise.
They wanted to help you with the room even when Pablo was at "an event". Pablo's father and Javi helped you with the crib, the dresser, and the co-sleeping bassinet.
You were thankful to them, they hace been the only real support you have got during this time. You feel sad that Pablo prefers to be with his friends instead of you.
"Are you okay?" Auror asks, noticing your sad eyes and quiet mood.
You don't want to say anything, what for? For his parents to be mad at him? It's not worth the trouble.
"I get tired easily." You say. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it."
"I know about Pablo." She whispers, not wanting her parents to know about it. "Javi showed me."
You did your best all day with not letting your hormones betray you, but as soon as Aurora mentioned that, it's like a big wave of everything.
Aurora moves next to you, embracing you in her arms. You needed that hug, you needed the cry that's happening right now.
You have been hiding your feelings, trying to excuse his behavior for the sake of peace. You have crossed all the lines you promise yourself to never cross.
"I'm so tired." You sob, trying to catch your breath. "I have done everything, Aurora. Everything. I understand that he's still adapting to the news, I understand that we are young and that Everything it's going to change, but I can't understand why he prefers to be out there with his friends and not with me."
"He's just dumb." Aurora says, wiping your tears. "He's a boy, he doesn't understand what.ypu are going through."
"It's like he doesn't care, and it makes me feel so stupid."
"Don't, this is his fault, nothing to do with you."
"I have had four doctors' appointments, four." You say, showing her four fingers. "And he only came to the first one because your mom made him come. I feel so alone doing this."
"You are not. We are here, and even if Pablo is not, we are."
You hug her again, trying to calm your cries. You know this is not good for the baby, but you need it so bad.
"I have an idea. What if we go get an ice cream? You love ice cream."
You feel a kick, laughing a little. "He says yes." You smile.
You wash your face and take a few deep breaths before going downstairs with the rest of them. You see Gavi's parents checking some instructions for something they have to build.
"Oh, honey." Belen says, noticing your puffy eyes. "Are you okay?"
"She was just crying about the little clothes." Aurora says, trying to save you from answering. "We were talking about the out of the hospital change she needs to take with her for the baby."
"Oh, honey." She laughs, giving you a hug. "I cried when I packed Aurora's, so I understand."
You thank Aurora when you two are alone. She knows you don't want to make this into something bigger.
She knows you try your best to keep quiet, even when you don't say it, she can tell it. Javi has notice too, but he doesn't want to argue or create a problem.
Aurora convinced her parents to go to a restaurant after you asked her to do so. You needed to talk to Pablo in private, and you know you can't do that if his parents are here.
When he walks in, a nice tan, a toasted hair, he walks inside with this happy face. You are in bed, reading some magazine.
He walks over to you, he murmurs a hi. He pulls your shirt up, his hand goes to your bump. He does this thing where he taps his finger on your bump, waiting for the baby to kick where he taps.
When he gets the reaction that he wants, he smiles, giving your bump a kiss. "Hola, amor." He whispers to your bump.
You want not to be mad, you want to smile at how cute he looks doing that. If only, you think.
He tries to give you a kiss, but you turn your face. He frowns, not understanding why you did that.
"What's wrong?"
You look at him, checking him out. "How was your event?"
"Buen, nothing too fancy."
You nod, leaving your magazine on the nightstand. "Where was the event, again?"
"San Felíu, not too far."
You humm. "Was the event outside? You look tanned."
"Yeah, it was a good time."
"Yeah, I'm sure about it." You smile at him. "I know you had a good time. Especially in S'Agaró, on that yatch."
He doesn't say anything, his blank expression is comical to you. You are someone who loves his very expressive face, and seeing him so expressionless is funny.
"By the way, your parents are home, well not right now, they are out. The nursery is done, we have everything ready.
"I-"
"The baby is fine, the doctor says he's growing. We are going to talk about the birth plan on the next appointment." You interrupt him, not wanting to hear him.
"Listen,-"
"But don't worry." You interrupt him again. "I won't bother you again with coming to the remaining appointments. Like you say, I can go alone."
He sighs, nervous that you know everything. Nervous that you are telling him everything so direct and with this cold tone of voice.
"Amor, listen."
"I'm tired, Gavi." You confess. "I'm also done."
"Done with what?" He asks. "Amor, please, listen to me."
"I'm tired, Pablo." You say, moving the covers up your body and turning the light of the nightstand off. "Go shower."
"I fucked up when I lied yes, but don't be like this."
"Go shower." You repeat, turning to the other side.
"No!" He says, turning the lights on. "We need to talk."
"Oh, so now you want to talk." You laugh. "Well, I don't. So good night, Gavi."
He grabs the covers, pulling them off the bed. "We are talking."
You don't say anything, you just grab your pillow and your phone. Walking out of the room to the baby's room.
"A donde mierda vas?" He yells, walking behind you. (Where the fuck are you going)
"Away from you, imbecil." You yell back at him, trying to close the door, but he's stronger than you. "Go away, you psyco."
You don't hear the door that indicates that his family is back from the restaurant. When they hear the commotion upstairs, they all get worried.
"Vale, si, I lied." He continues to yell. "Why does it matter?"
You throw the pillow at him. "Eres bobo?" You ask, face probably red. "You left me alone for the third time, you have no idea how everybody looks at me with pity. Like I'm some-"
"What is going on in here." Belen asks, walking with his father. "Why are you too yelling."
"It's nothing." Gavi says, taking a deep breath.
"Nothing?" You whisper, scuffing at him. "Sure."
"Can you shut up?" He asks, turning back to you.
"No, I-" You feel very strong kick, making you stop arguing. You grab your bump, taking a deep breath.
Gavi's expression changes, his anger is now gone. "Y/n? He tries to get closer.
Gavi feels a hand grabbing his arm. It was his dad pulling him out of the room. He turns to you, still trying to calm down.
"What is wrong with you?" His father asks, closing the door. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Joder, I didn't start this fight."
His mother joins them after a moment. "She's fine." She says to his father. "What in the world is wrong with you?"
"Ah vale, I'm the bad one here."
"Pablo, don't act innocent." His mom says, tired already of his stupid games.
She doesn't know exactly what goes inside of his head, if he ever feels bad about what he's doing, if maybe he thinks that this is right because someone told him too.
"You haven't been to three appointments." She reminds him, something he feels everybody wants to do these days. "Pablo, this is not a game. You are about to have a kid."
"Pero vale, I don't feel like I need to change my life if the baby isn't here. I can figure it out once it's here."
His parents look at each other, disappointment is the only feeling they have.
"You need to stop this, Pablo." His father sighs. "You act as if this is a joke, you really need to understand that you are no longer going to hace the freedom."
"But why?"
"I'm not doing this tonight." He says, walking out of that room.
"Pablo, valora a esa niña." She says before leaving the room. "You are going to regret this if you don't." (Value this girl)
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"Want more bacon?" You uncle asks you, placing the plate full of bacon in front of you.
"This is the best breakfast ever, I never had that many bacon in my life."
He laughs, giving your head a kiss. "How's Gavi? Is he treating you well?"
"Yeah, we are fine."
No, you are not. He's been sleeping in the guest room since the last fight you had. You two barely speak to each other.
"I've seen him during some recovery sessions, we talked a little."
You feel bad about putting a distance between Pablo and your uncle. He loves Gavi as his own child, even when he doesn't have one yet. It was obvious Gavi felt hurt that he took his distance.
"That's amazing, you two really needed that."
"Yeah, how's the baby?"
"Oh, he's amazing. The doctor says he's growing."
"Do you have a name?"
"Not yet."
False, you do have a name YOU like, but Gavi has a name that HE likes. So you are in between names.
"Crazy, I helped your mom pick your name like two hours before you were born."
"I know, you tell me that once a year minimum."
"Love that story." He smiles, thinking about it. "I'll tell that to your baby as soon as I meet him."
You laugh, missing the morning talks with him before going to college or when you had a free day.
"You should crash over some nights, we can watch the new season of love island."
"I love that idea, I really miss coming here, being in my room, talking to you."
You do miss this, the calmness of home, how you don't feel the uncomfortable silence when a fight happens.
You don't say it out loud to anybody, not even to your closest friend, but you regret agreeing to live with him.
You regret letting his family get so involved to the point that his relationship with his parents is fractured.
You feel like you have a little bit of blame, you are the one who let them in and who told them the things that made them fight.
You come from a broken family, your parents never really got along after a few years of marriage.
You grew up in between fights and yelling. You don't want that for your baby. You always craved the need of a family.
You wanted to be able to have a loving and caring family that makes your son feel secure and loved.
That's something that keeps you up all night. You don't know if things are going to change between Gavi and you.
His mother says he's going to change, that boys change as soon as they have the baby on their arms.
When you go back home, you find him eating cereal as dinner. You find it funny how he never thinks about a sandwich or something else.
You hate how cold his house feels, and you are not talking about temperature, but how cold it feels between you two.
"Do you want me yo make you something for dinner?" You ask him.
You know that one of you needs to give the first step. You are okay with doing it, if that gives you the peace you need to.
"Por favor." He says, looking at his plate. "Thank you."
You walk over to him, giving his head a kiss. "Do you want pasta?"
He nods, smiling at you. You mess his hair, moving to the kitchen to prepare something for him.
You serve the food in two plates, one for him and one for you. You place the plate in front of him.
You eat in silence, thing that you can't stand. It was like torture, you have him in front of you, yet you feel him so far away.
"How was your day?"
"Good, I score two goals, and my team won." He smiles, remembering how good training was. "You?"
"I visited my uncle, finished a project, and had a nap. It was good."
"I want a nap." He pouts. "Pedri says hi, he sent us a gift."
You smile, you like Pedri a lot. He was nice with you, same with Fermin and Ferran. They were some of Gavi's friends who happened to like you.
You are not sure about other players or friends of him. You sometimes think his now group is not so fond of you.
"Gavi, I really want this to work." You finally say, tired of the small talk. "I want us to work so we can give our son the family he deserves. We are young, yes, but I think if we both put a little effort, we can make this work."
Gavi nods, he want this to work too. He needed this to work, he doesn't want to be the absent dad or just be the useless partner.
He extends his arms, opening his hands for you to take them. "I want this to work too. Joder, es lo que más quiero."
"Let's just start to be better at communicating. We used to be able to tell each other when something wasn't right and if something was bothering us."
"I'm sorry, la he cagado and I can't excuse myself. I'm also sorry I yelled at you."
"I'm sorry I threw the jersey Ferran gifted us on the face."
"Eso me ha dolido como la mierda eh." He laughs (that hurted so fucking bad)
You got up, walking over to the other side of the table. You sit on his lap, arms around him as you kiss his cheek.
"Even if you make my head hurt, I love you."
"Ah, vale." He laughs. "Me too, I love you."
"I also ate all the cookies this morning." You confess.
"I know, I heard you."
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"Mira." Gavi says, showing you a book. "I got Pablito Jr this."
"You are Pablito Jr." You hit him on the head. "What's this about?"
"It's Pedri's book." He says, showing it to you. "Also, I'm not a junior."
"In my eyes, you are." You smile while reading the book. "This is so cute! Amor, papi got you a book. Sadly, I'm the only one who can read it to you because he didn't finish school."
Gavi is offended. "I finished school, with very good grades." He says, frowing and taking the book from your hands. "Want me to read it to you?"
"It's okay, Gavi." You say, placing your hand on his shoulders. "Junior and I know about your impediment."
"He's not Junior." He says, mad expression on his face.
You love teasing Gavi, he gets angry so easily. He stays with a frown for hours before finding the situation funny.
"I don't want to read it anymore." He says, handing you the book.
You laugh, earing a side eye from him. "Vale, vale, I'm sorry." You say, trying to catch your breath. "You get so mad, it's funny."
He leans over, cheek sticked to your belly. "Do you think that, Junior?"
You smile at the nickname, it was funny teasing him with the name he wants. You feel a kick, Gavi felt it too.
"Junior says yes." You whisper, combing his hair.
You stayed quiet, enjoying the light music you are playing. Gavi was humming the lyrics, making figures on your belly.
"We are not calling him Junior." He whispers.
You chuckle, "I want the baby to have your eyes." You whisper, thinning about what the baby would look like. "Also maybe your hair, I like your hair so much."
"You hear that Junior? She wants you to look like papi." He smiles proudly.
You roll your eyes, really enjoying how much the things have changed. You have worked on yourselves, you have worked on being honest to each other.
His parents noticed that too, he was different. He was interes in everything, learning slowly things he was going to be doing.
Belen taught you to change a diaper on a doll, Pablo somehow didn't sucked. He also learned that talking to the baby was something he was supposed to do.
As soon as he walks to the door, he starts talking to your belly. Telling him all the things that happened in training, during the match.
He even asked one of his cousins who has a baby to teach him how to hold a baby. You know he has done things you thought he would never.
He told the team the news, not wanting for it to feel like a secret, but as something normal. They all congratulate him, Ferran, Raphinha and Taia prepared you two a team baby shower.
You thank them for being so nice to you. Taia offered herself to help you with advice she would've loved to have, in her own words.
Gavi has mature into the situation. If you are someone close to him, you can notice the change. How even his way of speaking is different.
"Are you going to miss me?" He asks, walking over to you. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss yo-"
"Y/n, can you excuse us?" He jokes with you. "This is a private conversation."
"Oh." You open your mouth. "Okay, Junior, and you can have your moment, don't mind me."
He looks up at you, pretending to sleep. He likes that you two can joke like the old times.
"Don't listen to mami, your name is not Junior." He says, placing a kiss to your skin. "Take care of mami, okay? I need you to be good with her, chaval. Don't keep her up that much because if you do, then she's mean to me."
"That's not true." You say to him.
"She's also nosy, you are going to learn about it in a few years, but she also makes the best pasta ever. Sadly, you have been fed with pickles and marshmallows."
You open your eyes, looking at him speak attentive to the words he's saying. You like to hear him talking.
"I'll miss you." He repeats, feeling the baby kick you. "I know, I promise I'll be back as soon as I can so we can be together."
You pout, not wanting to cry. The hormones don't help you, you let a few tears out but quickly whipping them.
"Let's sleep because tomorrow you need to catch a flight."
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You are sitting on the rocking chair, eating some popcorn as you read Pedri's book to the baby. You feel your phone vibrate next to you.
"It's papi." You say, pocking your belly. "Hola, guapo."
"Hola, how are you two?"
Gavi has been gone for a whole week, he had a game against Atletico de Madrid for the champions league and a La Liga game against Real madrid.
They got tied up against Atletico but won against Real Madrid. Gavi scored a goal, the culers were crazy about it. Wanting Gavi to return as strong as possible now that he's a starter again.
"We are reading," you smile, placing the small book down. "Are you on your way to the airport?"
"Actually, I want to tell you something." He nervously says.
"What is it?"
"Hansi gave us a few days off, and Ansu planned this mini trip as my last trip before the baby."
You frown, "Wait, you told me you were coming back as soon as the games were over."
"Ya se, but it's one last trip."
"Pablo, we are two weeks away from the due date." You remind him, thinking maybe he forgot about it.
"Nothing is going to happen, I'll be there in three day-"
"Three days?" You interrupt him, finishing the sentence as a question. "I'm not okay with this."
"You don't have to be, I am." He scuffs, closing his suitcase. "I'll be back in Three days, no big deal."
"Gavi."
"Y/n, why are you complaining?" He asks, tone becoming dirty. "You are so hormonal, you don't like anything, and you feel like you are entitled to boss people around."
You weren't mad, you got mad right now. Hearing him talking to you as if you are a kid who's bratty.
"Oh, sorry." You sarcastically say. "Maybe if you wouldn't have got me pregnant, we would be having a much more mature and not hormonal conversation."
"Well, maybe I shouldn't have." He whispers, but you heard.
You feel a pain in your heart, gasping at his words. You hung up the call, not believing he would say anything like that.
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"Gavi, your phone is ringing." Ferran says, tapping Gavi's shoulder.
He turns, looking at your name being displayed on the screen. "Let it ring."
"But isn't her like..." Ferran pauses, trying to think on the right words. "Really pregnant?"
"Yeah, but she's fine." He says, shruging.
Ferran looked at him and then at the phone one last time. He does what Gavi is saying, he thinks Gavi knows what he is doing.
You hear his voice on the voice mailbox, hanging the call again. It's been two days since the last time you two talked.
You feel bad. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe you were too hormonal. It's just a trip, and like he said, nothing is going to happen.
You lay in bed, feeling like you did a few weeks ago. Hopeless and sad, the silence was there again, the tension, the miscommunication.
You can't forget Gavi's words, he really hurt you. You never thought that he had those thoughts.
The baby kicks make you tear even more. He can feel what you feel. He can sense your stress and your anxiety. He knows even if he doesn't know.
You turn the TV off, turning to the side. You try to sleep the feelings away. It has helped you in the past, so it can help now.
What you didn't expect was the pain that woke you. Feeling the worst pain you ever felt, it was like someone was trying to stretch you in two.
You know that pain, they were contractions. You look at the clock on your phone, paying attention to the time so you can track them.
You open your phone, dialing Aurora. There was no use on calling Gavi, he was either still somewhere in Ibiza or on a plane back.
The third time your call goes to voice mail, you yell. Feeling the pain again, you have to be quick and get to the hospital.
You call your uncle, but to your bad luck, he was at a party. He was unable to hear his phone. You curse under your breath.
You call the last person you can think of, hoping that you can get the help you need.
"Hello?"
She sighs in relief, forgetting for a second the pain.
"Fermin!"
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Your mind is blank.
Your eyer are sticked on the ceiling. Thinking about everything that just happened. You have a pen in hand, trying to think of the address to write on the paper.
You don't even know what name to write on the birth certificate. You thought that Pablo and you were going to talk about before this.
Fermin was outside of the room, he stayed there for you. He wanted to give you some privacy. Also, he didn't want you to hear the calls he was making to Gavi.
Gavi has never heard Fermin curse the way he did during the first call. He didn't even got a chance to speak.
Fermin called Gavi's parents because your uncle was still unavailable. You didn't expected them to be here, after all you had a good two weeks.
You look at the paper again, sighing as you write the address. Your heart feels broken. It was like stabbing yourself on the chest.
"Y/n?"
She heard that voice, the voice she was trying to keep away from her mind. She leaves the pen and paper on the side.
"Amor!" Gavi says, opening the door and walking near the bed.
"Leave." She is scared of her own voice. The way she never thought she could pull that tone.
"Perdón-"
"Pablo, I'm not playing games." You say, whipping the tears away. "Get the fuck out."
"Amor, I'm sorr-"
"Para ya, joder!" You say in an elevated tone. "You are just saying it to make yourself feel better. You left me, when I fucking needed you the most. I was here alon-"
A sob cuts you off, you try to calm yourself. You don't want to show him that he hurt you. He doesn't even deserve that.
"I feel like I don't know you." You let out in a very shaky voice. "The Pablo that I fell in love with wouldn't do this to me."
You sob, letting your emotions show. It's not easy to try to control everything you feel. It's like a fire that's burning you from head to toes.
"And I feel so stupid because I thought you were changing." You laugh. It's better than crying. "And you didn't, you leave me alone."
Gavi wanted to talk, but the door opened. It was a nurse walking with a baby on her arms. He feels his own eyes fill with tears when he sees his baby.
"Oh, baby!" You say, holding your arms out to the nurse. "Hola, mi amor."
You feel Gavi getting closer to the bed. His wandering eyes are analyzing the baby, the feeling that fulfills him it's hard to describe.
"Gavi, remember when I told you that my uncle left my room the same way it was before moving with you?" You ask him.
He doesn't understand why you are asking, but he nods. He's unsure of everything right now. His eyes are still on the baby you are holding.
"I think it's better if I go back to live with him." You say, not looking at him, only focusing on the rosy cheek of your boy.
"No, you can't do this." He says, looking at you. "Amor, por favor. You said that you wanted us to work out and be a family."
He feels his heart breaking. He hasn't even held his child, and now you are talking about living apart.
You scribble childishly over the new doodle your boyfriend had drawn onto your notebook paper. You lacked any proper space after the abundance of notes you had to study for your final exam, and, Percy being Percy, thought it might be hilarious to distract you.
You, however, have not yet relented.
“I’m bored here, Sweet Girl.” Percy clicks his pen annoyingly, you presume trying to get some sort of reaction out of you.
“I know. But if I fail these exams I’ll be grounded all summer. Then you won’t see me at all and you’ll really be bored out of your mind.”
He sighs and falls back against your ladybug case adorned pillows. He couldn’t argue with your logic. Or argue with you, period.
You turn to him sympathetically, biting at your bottom lip stressfully. “Just give me ten more minutes. Then I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”
“Promise?”
You extend your pinky finger towards him and watch as he loops his through yours, solidifying your promise. After leaving one last kiss to your knuckles, Percy lies back down and you continue writing.
But your eyes don’t stray from the heart he previously drew at the top of the page. Where his initial and yours were scribbled into it with messy, but affectionate, handwriting.
He’d written that nearly everywhere by now, though. The leather seats of his car, random trees, his own notebooks, the back of developed digicam pics, and much more to follow.
You’d tease him about his silly antics, claiming he was utterly ridiculous for the overuse of what you call his “signature.” He didn’t have it in himself to disagree since he knew you were wholeheartedly correct.
But your teasing was redundant considering you act the same way. Like boyfriend, like girlfriend you guess.
With an inability to focus, you frustratedly throw down your utensils and turn on your side. Percy smiles softly at you, tugging your hair back behind your ear as it falls down into your face.
You watch his eyes under the incandescent glow of your bedroom, only your butterscotch candle lighting what little square foot you have. His green eyes resemble darkened seas, late at night where only the stars reflect against it. Yet they hold such exhaustion that you can only imagine your own are mirroring.
Exam season is not for the weak of people.
“What now?”
Percy shrugs. “Anything.”
You sigh and close your eyes, letting the tranquility of the moment envelop you into an embrace like Percy’s arms.
“We can watch a movie or something. It’s still early, only…” you open your eyes and glance at the analog clock by your door. Unable to see, you reach for your glasses. “Oh. It’s a quarter to ten.”
You throw your glasses back onto your nightstand and return back to your bed.
“Sleep, Sweet Girl.” Percy slides his hand underneath your cami tank, lightly grazing his fingertips along your spine in a soothing notion. “You’re exhausted.”
You frown. “So are you.”
“Then I’ll sleep too. Right here with you.”
You blow a raspberry into thin air, gazing towards oceanic orbs once more before nodding and resting your head against Percy’s beating heart.
He glances to the open notebook at the end of your bed, catching sight of the “P + S.G.” (Sweet Girl) drawn into a heart. Then with a final glimpse to you, he falls into slumber soon after.
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