"Do you have your coloring book?" You ask, grabbing your son's backpack. He nods at your question. "What about your neon color pencils?"

"I have the draw I made for papi." He answers, showing you the drawing one more time.

You gran him, walking to the Gonzalez Lopez household. You text Rosy that you are outside, thar way you don't have to knock.

"Okay, mi amor." You put him down. "Listen to your dad, don't eat too much sugar and have fun."

He nods, giving you that smile that makes you think of Pedri. He was so much like Pedri. Even the way of talking, not only did he got the accent, but the expressions.

Rosy opens the door, greeting both of you. You share a quick hug with her. "Hola, guapo." She says, greeting the smiling boy.

"Mira abu," He says, showing her the drawing. "Para papi."

"It's so amazing! Your daddy is going to love it."

You kissed him one last time. "Have fun in Sevilla, amor." You say, sending him inside the house. "You guys are going to have fun this weekend." You smile at her.

Rosy hugs you. "We will." She says, taking the backpack from you. "Are you doing anything this weekend?"

You nod your head. "I'll go to the movies." You smile. "Oh, can you please give this to pedri? These are the tickets to the game our son has next month."

You considered yourself lucky, Pedri was coming out of the house with your kid on his arms.

"Mami!" You hear your baby yell. "Papi is getting me an ice cream."

"That so yummy, baby." You smile at him. "Hi, Pedri."

"Hola." He says, a very dry tone.

Rosy knows that if looks could kill, hers would kill her son. "Pedri, this is for you." She says, taking the envelope from your hands.

When Pedri found out about the baby, he was over the moon. You were his puppy love since school, first kiss, first time, first everything.

You also were his biggest fan, there was not one game day where you weren't ready to go support him.

To him, it was a big hit when you told him that it wasn't working anymore. You had a very hard postpartum time, as much as you tried to work on yourself, you couldn't.

You move out of his house, not wanting for him to be the one to leave, plus you don't need a five room house.

He offered to get you a house and to pay for everything you needed. He didn't wanted you to move back to Tenerife.

Once you got on your own feet, you told him to only take care of the baby. You didn't want to be a bother to him.

"What is this?" He asks, grabbing the envelope.

"The tickets for the game." You explain. "I texted you that I was going to bring them."

"Mhm" He humms, kissing his boy on the cheek. "Thanks. I'll be back, mom."

You move to the side, waving at your boy. You can't lie that it hurts you to see Pedri being so dry to you.

"I got tickets for both Fernandos and you, hope you can make it." You whisper, knowing your voice was going betray you. "Please, take care of him."

Rosy hugs you, she knows that you never wanted to hurt Pedri.

When Pedri came back home, his son was asleep on his arms. He was carrying two big bags that contained toys, as always he was the one spoiling him.

Rosy was waiting for him. Her husband and oldest son knew better than to be near when the bomb exploted on Pedri.

"We are back. Gosh, he's heavier by the day." Pedri laughs.

"Take him to his room and come back, we need to talk." His mother says, a very stern tone on her voice.

Pedri does as he's told, he doesn't want to mess with his mom. At least not when she's using that tone of voice.

He lays his boy down, turning the white noise machine that helps him sleep and closing the door with care.

"What are we having for dinner?" He asks.

Rosy knows she shouldn't, but she can't help to be involved in the middle.

"Pedro, you really need to start being a little more considerate with the way you talk to Y/n."

"Mom, not again." He scuffs. "Leave me and her to deal with this."

"I try, but I can't help it. You act as if you are bothered by her. Your son is young, and he doesn't notice this, but he will grow and see that you barely even acknowledge his mom. That's not okay."

"I try my best, okay?" He says, rolling his eyes. "Again, don't mind it, this is between us."

Rosy tries to answer back, but Pedri is already going upstairs to lay in bed with his kid.

You decide to play potato at home all weekend, turning on the match when the time hits. You might not be together, but you are still turning every single match he has.

The match was like a heart attack, a lot of emotions.

But the biggest emotion you had was when your phone began vibrating. It was Pedri requesting a FaceTime.

You don't think twice and press the green button. Your screening shows him and your son cheek to cheek, both with a big smile.

"Mami, we won."

You smile so hard your cheeks feel numb. "That so amazing!" You jump a little. "Tu papi es un campeón." You say. (Your daddy is a champion)

You don't notice it, but Pedri smile grows when you say that. "We are going to sleep as a celebration." Pedri says, laughing a little. "This one's curfew already passed like three hours ago."

"Today's allowed," you laugh, making him laugh.

You talk a little bit with your son and with Pedri as he bathes and changes your son to sleep. He tells you that the nanny of Lewas girls was the one who was going to be helping with your baby.

"Okay, time to sleep. I love you, amor. Please sleep." You say, pointing at your camera so your son could notice how serious you are.

"Adios, mami." He waves at you, sending you a kiss like you taught him.

"Thank you for calling me. I love you both."

"Love you too, mami." Pedri says, knowing it wasn't just because he had to answer back. "Very much."

Gavi

"Hey, drop it." You say to your daughter, who was taking her toys out of her already packed backpack. "You need to be ready to go to your dad's house."

"Papi let me play with my Barbie when he prepares my bag."

You roll your eyes, knowing that, of course, Gavi was letting her do whatever she wanted.

"Okay, I get it." You say, getting closer to her. "But mami really needs to go to class, so please don't do that right now." You begged.

She shrugs, taking the Barbie out and leaving the backpack alone. You roll your eyes, sometimes you do hate to be the strick one.

"Let's go." You say, grabbing her hand and backpack.

You were thankful that Pablo has training in the afternoon for the whole week. You sister was on finals week at school, so she needed to focus on her exams and couldn't help you with your daughter.

You didn't have much option but to ask Gavi to watch her while you go to class in the mornings. He was supposed to have her the late evenings and nights because of you taking that time to do homework and study.

"I love you very much." You say to her, giving her a kiss. "Please behave, doll."

"Te amo, mami." She smiles, hugging you.

You press Gavi's doorbell. Waiting for him to let you in.

"Mami, I'm hungry."

"I know, perdón I didn't give you breakfast." You pout. "Daddy told me he was making you something."

You hear the click of the door. Pablo opens it with a big smile on his face.

"Vente, muñeca." He says, making grabby hands to her. "I have your favorite cereal ready."

You want to ask, knowing that it was that same cereal you asked him not to buy. But you were a little too late for that.

"Thanks again, Pablo." You smile. "Doll, don't eat that much sugar." You warn her.

You ran to your class, leaving Gavi to be the responsable one.

"We have all day to ourselves." He says, giving his daughter a kiss on each cheek. "Want to watch a movie while we eat?"

She nodded, that was already their dinner tradition. Usually Pablo gets take out for her while he eats something plain like a salad or some nutritional stuff.

He enjoys spending time with his daughter, even when he doesn't even know what she's doing most of the time.

Part of him being the < Do whatever you want > type of dad, was that he finds himself busy with something else while his daughter entertains herself.

The other part is him just being a young dad. After all, he's 20.

Being a teen dad wasn't something he had in mind. His parents almost killed him, especially when they find out.

Even tho he is a very calm dad, who allows her to do a lot of things. You know that if you and him were together, you probably would be the same.

He grabs her hand, moving her to the play room he has for her. He sits down on the couch while she plays with her Barbie dolls.

He plays with her for a while, then watches a movie together. Feeling like the time went by perfectly.

"Papi, my friend likes barca too."

"Oh really?" He asks, smiling. "That girl has a very smart dad at home." He chuckles.

"Papi, my friend is a boy." She giggles.

Pablo raises an eyebrow. Sometimes he wonders if what she says is accurate, but lucky him, his daughter happens to be as well spoken as he was when he was a child.

That meant that when she said that she has a boy as a friend, she can't be mistaking the world.

"A boy? Tu no puedes tener amigos. Recuerda, los niños dan asco!" He frowns, not approving his baby girl having a boy around her. "Who is this boy?" (You can't have boy friends. Remember, boys are yucky)

"Mami has boy friends." She frowns too.

"Mami doesn't," He argues. "Plus, mommy is a grown-up. You are my baby, you can't have a boy as your friend."

"Auntie Aurora has." She argues back. She's definitely his daughter. "She kisses him. I want to kiss my boy friend too."

"No!" Pablo shouts. "That will make your teeth fall. You can't do that." He says, very strong tone.

It looks like all the stars aligned against him. His frown softens when he sees the tears on his daughter's eyes.

"Muñeca, no." He says, lifting her up. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell." He coos her in his arms.

Another sign for him to know that the luck wasn't on his side that morning was the doorbell.

He looks at his phone, time showing that it was, in fact, you the one ringing the doorbell. He can't help but feel like the one who's about to get yelled is him.

"Amor, mirame." He says, grabbing his daughter's face. "Papi didn't meant to yell, I'm sorry, doll." He kisses her face.

"No." She says, moving her face away from him. "I want mami."

His heart goes faster when he hears his phone, a text from you. Asking if he was home because you were outside.

"Amor, fine!" He says, desperately. "You can kiss all the boys you want, just stop crying."

But she won't reason, thanks to him she's scared to be even be near a boy. Fearing her teeth are going to be missing.

"The tooth fairy won't come if I kiss a boy." She cries even harder.

"Por la puta." Gavi whispers. "Muñeca, stop crying."

He can't keep hiding inside his home. You rang the doorbell again, making him frown. He leaves his girl on the coach, telling her to wait for him.

He rans downstairs, opening the door to you. "Hi, I thought you weren't here." You smile. "Where's our daughter?"

"That's the thing." He says out of breath. "I made her cry, and now she won't stop." He pouts. "Don't yell."

"Gavi!" You shout.

"Joder, don't yell." He shouts back. "I didn't mean to do it."

You shake your head, pushing him out of the way and walking inside the house. You already know she's in the play room.

"Amor, ven aqui." You say as soon as you see her. "What did you Daddy did to you?" You ask her, picking her up and hugging her.

"He says my tooth are falling." She cry into your neck.

You turn to the door, knowing Gavi is there.

"Teeth," He corrected, "And if it helps, she says that you have a lot of boy friends." He says, frowning. "Why?"

You open your mouth. "I don't." You fight back. "Did you make her cry about that?"

"No, she wanted to kiss a boy." He explains. "She can't do that until she's 40!"

"So you decide to yell and scare her?" You ask.

He looks at the floor, hearing his baby sob. "I didn't mean to." He whispers.

You soften your frown, you know that Gavi is young. He obviously is going to have this childish moments with her.

You have those moments with her. It's normal that you both do.

"Doll, you won't lose your teeth if you kiss a boy. What papi meant is that you are too young to do it, and you have to wait."

"Yes, wait till you are 40." Gavi whisper. "Amor, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to make you cry." He pouts. "Perdoname?"

Your now more calmed daughter looks at you, waiting for you to nod and to turn back to Gavi. "Go with papi." You smile, giving her a kiss.

"Te amo." He says, kissing her cheek. "But you can't kiss boys."

"Pablo!" You warn him.

Ferran

"Hi, Fer." You smile, opening the door.

"Why was our daughter outside?" He asks, mad expression on his face.

He has her on his arms, one hand grabbing the barca mini ball he gave her the day before.

"Oh, she was playing with Nelly." You explain. "Want some water?" You ask.

"Papi, down." Your daughter says.

He puts her down, giving her the ball. He closes the door and follows you to the kitchen. You hand him the glass of water.

"Gracias," He says. "You look beautiful." He smiles at you.

You smile back, knowing that he always says something like that. "I'm wearing a food stained shirt and joggers." You point at yourself. "I don't feel very beautiful."

"Well, you are." He smiles. "Now, care to answer my question?" He blinks a few times.

"I did. She was playing with Nelly, the neighbor's daughter."

"And I assume that Nelly's dad is the one who was playing with them." He says, a very deceptive tone. "Playing with her barca ball, that I got her, playing football with our daughter."

"Okay?" You say. "I feel like you are conflicted with that, care to explain?"

"Y/n, he's wearing a Madrid jersey." He says, the disgust in his tone was enough to make you roll your eyes. "And why is another dude playing football with my daughter? She's only allowed to play that with me!"

"Ferran, she was excited to show Mario her ball, and Nelly and her play every Wednesday."

"Who's Mario?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is he Nelly's dad?"

"Ferran, stop." You scuff. "Hey, Arantxa wants to get her into ballet, by the way." You say, walking over to your room.

"I need to shower. Please turn the oven off in fifteen minutes, and don't give her juice if she asks, I know you!"

Ferran took the opportunity to go to where his daughter is.

"Amor, come here." He says, opening his arms. "Is Mario your friend Nelly's dad?"

He knows it is crazy to ask his barely three year old daughter that question, but kids know a lot so he does.

She nods, smiling. "Nelly likes my ball."

"I'll get her one." He smiles. "What do you think about living closer to Auntie Arantxa?" He asks the little girl, getting closer to her and kissing her chubby cheek.

He lifts her, hugging her closer to him.

If he can say something about being a dad, is that he loves it. Having a girl is the best thing, he loves dressing up as a princess, with his tutu and his tiara.

He knows that he fucked up between you and him. Putting more effort into his work, spending less time at home, and the time he spent there was either on the gym or the sauna.

You got tired of begging him to just give you a day. Begging him for an hour of the day, to maybe help with his daughter, to be with you.

He got home tired, eating dinner and moving to the gym to tired himself even more. You try to ask him to be there for you, but he failed.

When you told him you were moving out, that you needed to put your child first. He felt betrayed.

He even fought you, calling you selfish for using your child as an excuse. Till this day, he regrets that.

You rented a two bedroom house. Perfect and small for you and your child. You work at the daycare your daughter goes to, so it's perfect. Your house is perfect for the two of you, and the location is even better for work.

Ferran tried to buy you a house, a big four bedroom home that was in the same neighborhood. You said no, angry at him and wanting to give him the space you thought he needed.

Now you notice that he spends more time at your house than anything. Barely even going back, just to check on his dogs and to play with them a little.

"Kiss." He says, making a duck lip to smooch his daughter. "Te amo." He smiles

"Te amo, papi."

You walk back into the kitchen after your very needed shower. Ferran was dancing to baby shark.

You smile at that, "I'm back." You announce. "Want to stay for dinner?"

"Obvio," He laughs. It was obvious you weren't getting him out of there until she was asleep. "Want some help?"

You shake your head, being able to prepare the plates while he dances with her.

"I'm getting her that cupra mini car that I saw on Instagram." He says to you, grabbing his plate and moving to the table. "We are going to match, amore."

"Can that stay at your house?" You ask. "Thanks to you, I don't have that much space anymore." You point at your very busy living room."

"About that," He whispers. "I got to tell you something." He says, scratching the back of his head.

"What did you do?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Pedri told me it was a good idea." He excuses himself. "And the location is perfect. There's a big patio. Almost next to my sister."

"Ferran!" You sigh, not wanting to fight in front of your kid. "Why?"

"Because I miss you, and this place is so small. Sorry to say it." He lift his hands. "I fucked up, okay? I did! And now I get to see my daughter only after work, I'm dying."

He gets up, walking outside for a moment. You give him a few minutes, smiling at your daughter who's looking at you with curiosity.

"Don't kiss and tell, but Papi is not the smartest of them all." You whisper, making her laugh. "I'll be back, eat your dinner, mi amor."

He's taking his time, not wanting to go back while being this disappointed at himself.

"Ferran," You call him. "Can we talk?"

"What do I need to do to fix this?" He asks, desperate for an answer. "I want you guys back."

"Let's start by not buying anything before informing the other." You joke, making him chuckle. "I know this is an ugly situation for us, but we can't play bingo with our daughter. I need to make sure you changed because I don't feel like leaving again at midnight."

"You won't ever need that."

"Let's try to finish today. After she's in bed, we can talk." You say, grabbing his hand and walking inside. "Deal?" You ask, standing at the door.

"Deal." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "Can I sleep over?" He asks, trying his luck.

"No." You say, pulling him inside.

Fermin

"Do you want the blue shirt or the white one?" Fermin asks his son. "I like this one more, because that way we can match!"

"Bu," His son says, trying to say the word blue. "Bu, papi."

Fermin smiles, pulling the shirt over his head. "Look at you," He says, lifting him and walking over to the mirror. "We match!"

He was spending the evening with his son. You needed to study for this very important test that was taking place during the evening. He took the time to spend the whole day with him.

"I'm sending a picture to your Gammy." He smile. "Say hi, grandma." He smiles, snapping a picture of the two of them.

"Mamá." Your son says after the picture is taken.

Something Fermin knows is that he's not used to being away from you that much. He might go with an hour more than usual, maybe two even, but the whole day without you? No way.

"Mami is studying, buddy." Fermin explains. "That's why you and I are going to go get ice cream!"

Fermin loves to spend time with his son, it was the highlight of his day. Of his life better say. He enjoys it too much.

He feels bad that he doesn't get to spend as much time as he would want, mostly because he didn't share a house with you and because his job has kept him bussy.

"Mami." Your son pouts.

He wants you too, but sadly for him, he fucked up. So now he doesn't have you as he wanted.

"We can call her." He says, taking his phone and dialing your number.

You answer to FaceTime. Smiling when you see your baby's face. "Hola, mi vida."

"Mami, bu!" He claps.

"Blue!" You repeat. "Love that you are matching."

"We are going for ice cream." Fermin says, informing you of the plans. "Sorry to interrupt you, but he's a mama's boy and he can't live without you."

You pout. "I love you, amorcito." You smile. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go pick you up and we will cuddle while watching coco."

Fermin feels jealous, he wants to cuddle and watch coco too. He wants to be able to be there and spend time with the two of you.

You can describe Fermin as a perfect dad. Even when people say that there's not such a thing. Well, there is. Fermin López is that thing.

He helps whenever you need him to help, he stepped up when you need him to, he cleans, he cooks, he knows how to change diapers, he knows how to deal with a cold or the flue, he knows how to deal with tantrums.

He's the perfect dad.

But he wasn't the perfect boyfriend. That's where he failed, and you don't blame him, you weren't the perfect girlfriend either.

Your relationship ended before the baby came. You try your best to hide from Fermin that you were pregnant.

You were afraid that his career was going to suffer. You try your best to hide it from your friend in common.

The thing you forgot was that he knew where you lived, so when he came back to Sevilla for vacations, he went straight to your house.

You opened the door without checking who it was, big mistake you thought at the moment.

He asked the obvious question. "Is it mine?"

After that, he tried to do everything he could to be there for you. Even encourage you to move to Barcelona.

He got you a place to live, mostly because you didn't want to go back together, feeling that he wanted to do all this because of the baby.

He helps you money wise with the baby, even when you mention that your parents can help you and that you will be fine.

"Thank you, Papi." You smile at Fermin as soon as he is on frame. "I really can't do this without you." You pout, feeling emotional.

"I love you, mami." He smiles. "Go get that test done, we love you."

You send them a kiss, hanging up the call.

"Okay, amorcito." He says to his baby. "Want to go get ice cream?"

He smiles when the boy in his arms starts to clap his hands. "Yeah, let's go!"

The evening was all fun and laughs. He loves spending time with his little one. He makes sure to cook something for you.

Just in time, the doorbell rang. He takes his son from the safe mini sofa he bought for him. He walks to the door with him, making him laugh by asking him if he is ready yo eat.

"Hola!" You say, smiling at them. "Amor, ven acá." You grab the baby from his arms. "Hola, Fer." You smile, hugging him. "Sorry, I forgot the keys."

Yes, he gave you a copy of his house keys.

"I made dinner." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "Come here." He grabs your hand, walking with you inside.

"Did you have fun?" You ask your son. "Did papi and you have fun today? Did you eat a lot of ice cream?"

"Papi." He smiles, looking over at Fermin.

"Send a kiss to papi!" You say, excited to show Fermin what your baby learned. "Kiss, muak muak."

He does this thing, where he places his hand on his mouth and makes a kiss sound as he puts his hand away.

"Amor!" Fermin smiles happy. "Do that again." He does. You love to see the happy face and the big smile on Fermin's face. "One more time." He says.

"Muak." Your baby says, throwing a kiss at Fermin.

Fer loves having you over, he would love to have you living with him. Maybe in the future, you said once.

He can't wait for that to happen.

✨️✨️✨️

"Want more pasta?" He asks you before putting the rest of the food in the container.

"No, amor." You smile. "It was delicious, but I'm full."

He nods, turning back to what he was doing.

You make sure he's focused on what he is doing before placing the camera where he was not able to see it from the kitchen.

"Pepi, turn the music down just a little, please."

"Vale." He says, grabbing his phone and lowing the volume.

"Gracias, I have this voice mail, but I can't hear it very well so I want to put in on speaker." You over explain.

He just nodded, going back to putting the food away. You have the audio on your phone, ready to play.

You were thankful that the boyfriend of your friend was up for recording the audio.

"Hey, I don't know if you remember me, hopefully you do. We met at that event, and since I met you I really felt like we matched so well."

Pedri turns with a frown on his face.

"Qué mierda?" He whispers.

"I'm not someone who's going to keep his feelings, so I want to be direct with you. I like you."

"Pero venga, quien es ese cabron?" He asks, walking towards you. (Who's that asshole?) "Does he know you have a boyfri-"

"I know you have a boyfriend, but I don't care. I know I'm better and that I can make you happier. Think about it, love. Good night."

"Who's that?" He asks, standing in front of you. "Maldito payaso, he thinks he's so smart and brave or what?"

You want to laugh, but for the sake of the video you won't.

"I -"

"Who's that?"

"I met him at the Dior event, he's a friend of Alex."

"Llamalo!" He orders, the mad expression on his face is priceless. "I want to see if he's that brave when he's talking to me." (Call him)

"Pedri-"

"No, that fucking asshole thinks he can call you and make you uncomfortable? also disrespecting me? Ni de coña."

You soften for a moment, he wanted to protect you from whoever is doing this to you.

"And I won-"

"It's a prank, amor." You interrupt him, smiling softly at him. "It's a prank, calm down."

You got up from the couch, giving him a hug. You kiss his temple, while you tight the hug.

"The voice was recorded by my friend's boyfriend. She did the same prank on him, it's okay."

He frowns, still processing everything. "Entonce' era mentira?" He asks, hands on your hips. (So, it was a lie?)

You nod, kissing his cheek. "Si, amor. Era una broma." (Yes, love. It was a prank)

"Bua, que bueno." He sighs, giving you a proper hug. "I was so mad. Let's not make more of these jokes because mi pobre corazón no da más." (My poor heart can't handle it)

You giggle. "Deal."

Gavi

You press record, trying to make it without him noticing.

Thankfully, there was a game on the TV, so he wasn't really interested in what was happening around him.

"Ojitos, want to try this new ice cream?" You ask him. Grabbing a napkin and the spoon.

He nods, eyes still glued to the game. He gets close to your place on the couch, mouth open to get his spoon of ice cream.

"Tell me if you like it." You say, feeding him the spoon.

He nods, looking at you while savoring the flavor. "Joder, that's amazing." He says with a happy face. "More, porfa."

You grab the napkin, wiping the spoon before putting it back on the ice cream. He looks at your hands and then at you.

You don't notice the slight frown that grows in his face.

"Open up." You say, giving him more ice cream. "Yummy, right?"

He nods, losing the frown and giving you a smile. "It has chocolate chips."

"I know!"

You wipe the spoon one more time, taking the spoon back to the ice cream and taking it to your mouth.

He waits to see if you will clean it again, but once you return it to the container without cleaning it after you put it in your mouth, he's confused.

"Here, have another bit."

You grab more ice cream with the spoon fresh out of your mouth, getting the spoon close to his mouth.

He accepts is, looking directly into your eyes. When you take the spoon out of his mouth and try to clean it, he grabs your hand that has the napkin.

His eyes won't leave you, that particular big eyes combined with his frown makes you blush.

"Que haces?" He asks, wondering if maybe he's missing something. "Why do you wipe the spoon?"

"I-" you try to talk, but his eyes on you are making you nervous. "It's a prank." You chuckle.

He frowns even more. "What?"

You point to the camera. It was obvious, but he didn't even notice it.

He looks at you, then back at the camera, then back at you smiling. He now understands that it was just a joke.

"Vale, pero don't do it again."

Ferran

You know something Ferran was is a chismoso.

He loves gossip, he breathes gossip, and he dreams about gossip.

He loves it when you tell him about the tea at the office, he loves the tea at college, and he loves the tea that happens in your family.

So when you thought of pranking him for tik tok , you knew you had to prank him about hiding something from him.

Why?

Easy. Ferran hates secrets, he hates not knowing something. He needs to know everything that happens.

So when you hear that he calls your name from the kitchen, you quickly turn the camera that you make sure it's not noticeable.

"Hey, what is this spice for?" He asks, walking inside of your office.

You quickly close your laptop, looking at him with a smile. "What?"

He frowns, curious about why you did that. "This spice."

"Oh, it's for soups, it's kind of strong." You explain.

"Vale, then I'll stick to the normal spices for our food."

You smile, waiting for him to leave before opening the laptop again. He narrow his eyes, wondering what you were hiding.

"Need something else?" You ask, knowing that will make him even more suspicious.

"No?" He asks confused. The question was more to himself.

"Okay, close the door after you. Please."

He frowns, nodding and turning to go back to the kitchen. He closes the door after him.

You know how Ferran is, so you open the laptop again. It wasn't even turned on, but you know he's going to open the door again.

Just like you thought, Ferran opens the door. You slam your laptop close again, placing your hands on top of it like you are protecting what's inside.

"Si?"

"What are you hiding?" He asks with a pout.

"Me? Hiding something? No, amor. Not at all."

"Baby, tell me." He pouts again, stomping his foot on the floor.

You want to let a laugh out, he looks like a kid throwing a tantrum.

"Tell you what?" You ask acting confused. "Are you okay?"

"Y/n!" He whines. "Please tell me, is it something bad?"

You try to hide the grin that wants to appear on your face. "It's nothing, go back to your cooking. I'll be there in a moment."

He frowns, mad at you, being excluded from knowing the information. He nods and leaves to go to the kitchen.

You wait a few moments, hearing the steps get away from your office.

"Okay, guys." You say to the camera. "I'll pretend to leave the office and go upstairs. I know my Tiburón, he'll try to spy on my computer."

You leave the camera recording. Wanting to catch Ferran entering your office. You walk outside, leaving the door slightly open.

"Fer, I'll go take a shower before eating. I'll be there to help you in a moment!" You say to him.

"Okay." He answers from the kitchen.

You move to the stairs, stomping your feet on them so it looks like you were upstairs. You grab your phone and start recording.

You hide on the corridor, hiding your phone behind one of his coats to hide it from him.

The camera captures him looking over the corridor, making sure you were upstairs.

"Y/n?" He calls in a low voice. "Y/n?" He repeats.

He then gives this mischievous smile, looking like the grinch. He enters your office. The camera inside captured him opening the door and looking around to make sure you were not there.

His eyes lay on the computer. He walks to your desk, he seats on your chair, opening the computer quickly.

You ran silently to the office, capture him before he opens the laptop.

"Aja!" You yell, scaring him. "What are you doing there?"

"Oh my God!" He yells, looking at you with a frown. "You scared me! What are you hiding? I deman to know! I'm your boyfriend, missy."

You let out a big laugh. Stopping the recording because you have the camera. "Ferran, it's a prank."

You point at the camera behind him. He turns, looking like a kid that was caught doing something bad.

"This is embarrassing." He says to the camera. "So no secret?"

"No!" You laugh.

"Okay." He thinks for a second. "Guys if you like this video, leave a chisme you have for me to rea-"

"No, Ferran." You say, walking to grab the camera. "Oh my Gosh, you are a chismoso."

Fermin

"The thunderbolts or captain America brave new world?" He asks, not bring able to decide between the two movies.

You place the camera on his nightstand. "Whatever you want, Fer." You say, getting closer to give him a kiss.

When you separate, you quickly wipe your lips.

"I'll bring the pop corn and the sodas."

He frowns as you leave, thinking if he really saw what happened or if he's overthinking.

A few minutes pass, and you walk back with the tray of snacks.

"Here it is, baby." You say, placing the tray in between you and him.

You go for a kiss, repeating the action of wiping your lips when you separate from him.

"Qué haces?" He asks, confused about your actions. (What are you doing?)

"What am I doing?" You ask back, acting confused.

"You are wiping my kiss." He says, a confused frown on his face. "Why?"

"I'm not." You lie. "Why do you say that?

"I saw you!" He says, standing up.

"Fer," you chuckle. "Calm down."

"Does my breath stink? Is it my smell? What is it?"

You frown, worried that he thinks that. "No, Fer. It's a pr-"

"I'll take a shower, wait." He says as he walks to the bathroom. He's ripping his shirt off and taking his shorts too fast he almost falls. "I'll brush my teeth twice."

"Fermin, wait." You quickly ran to the bathroom. "Fer, it's a prank."

He stops what he is doing, taking the brush out of his mouth.

"What?" He asks confused, spitting the toothpaste. "A prank?"

"Si, the prank was that I wipe my lips after you kiss me."

He looks at you, trying to see if you were being honest or not. "So you don't think I stink?"

You laugh. "No, I love your smell, you always smell like soap, like perfume."

"Good, cause I was about to scrub the shir out of me." He giggles. "Fuck, don't do that again, you scared me." He says, giving you a hug and kissing your lips.

It was his idea to go to a Safari experience. He was looking at tik tok and found a video about it.

He didn't have to beg. You didn't think twice and said yes immediately.

He didn't sleep anything from how excited he was. The whole flight to Tanzania was him talking to you about the thing you could do.

Fer and his parents were as excited as he was. They all were ready as soon as you landed in Africa.

When you have the first trip around, you love the view of the animals. It was magical. The animals, the sounds, the place.

"Can I pet the lions?" "I don't think that's a good idea, eh!"

"Can I pet the monkeys?" "No!"

The trip on the hot air balloon was magical. The sight from the sky was like a documentary pov.

Fer and Pedri jokes about throwing each other to the lions.

Rosy scolding them.

"I want to pet a giraffe." "Y/n, no!"

You being each other's photographer.

Fer teasing the two of you when he sees a pair of animals together.

"Can I pet the baby elephant?"

Pedri is worried about getting eaten by a lion.

He asks you, "Can I eat your muffin?" Every time you have lunch.

"Look the rhinos."

He hopes you dont say it, fer hopes you don't say it. Rosy honestly knows you will say it.

"Can I pet the rhino?" "Que no, es que tú ere' necia." (No, you are so stubborn)

Ferran

He asked you to join him at the gym. He wanted to get back in shape after his surgery.

He promised he would give you a very light routine.

"I want a snack." "Baby, we just started."

You are on your phone as he trained with the weights.

"Amor, you are not doing your exercises." "I'm warming up."

Aranxta laughing when you tell her about what Ferran and you were doing.

"Can we get an iced coffee?"

"Just three more, and we are done."

You helping him take pictures while pretending to lift a weight.

Ferran is helping you with what to eat after. He prepares you some yummy dishes.

"Can we get McDonald's?"

You going on early runs, even when you follow him behind with the dogs at a very slow pace.

"If you run for a mile, I promise you that I'll give you my credit card, and you can have a shopping spree."

You failing and ending up feeling like you were going to pass out.

"Want to go on a beach trip?"

"Can we get Starbucks? I saw one on the way to the boat."

"Don't you love here? Look at the fish." "It makes me crave sushi." "Okay, not what I was expecting."

Even if you spend most of the time helping him recover, going to the gym, out to runs. You love spending time with him, helping him be the best version of him.

"Can we get pizza?" "Amor, we just had lunch."

Gavi

You first went to Tenerife. He planned a nice trip with his friends and family.

"Take a picture of me."

You became his personal photographer. Even when he denies it, he loves posing for the cameras.

Once he saw the pictures Pedri sent him, he was in love with the idea of Tanzania.

"I want a picture with a lion."

You helped him pack for the trip, he was like a little boy searching for videos and reviews of Safaris.

Aurora and her boyfriend joined the plan, making it more interesting.

During the flight, Gavi asked for different drinks, he was feeling fancy as you got closer to Tanzania.

He's excited to get to the car once you are inside the safari agency. He wanted to see the lions.

"Mira mira mira, the lions."

You are so mesmerized by the lions, blocking his voice as you take some pictures.

"Look at the baby."

"Take a picture of me."

"My hair looks good?"

You can't help but giggle at him. He was posing with his head out while the lion was next to the car door.

"Can you take a picture of me now, Gavi?"

He takes amazing pictures.

"Look, a monkey."

When you get to the hotel, you love the view from the room. The place was so beautiful.

The next day you go to do a hot air balloon, he was smiling like a kid who just got a new toy.

"Take a picture of me!"

You spend the whole day taking pictures of Gavi and enjoying the day next to him, Aurora and her boyfriend.

After Tanzania, you go to Zanzibar.

Gavi felt like in paradise, the beach, the sunset, the food, everything.

"Guapa." "Let me guess, take a picture of you." "Porfa!"

Fermin

He wanted to take a trip somewhere exotic.

You suggested Republica Dominicana, he fell in love with the idea.

You go to this resort, wanting to have everything and not worry about going out to get food or find fun

Fermin was the perfect photographer, he knows your angles, he knows your poses and how to look hot in pictures.

"Bua, looking like an angel."

You love visiting new places with him.

"Let's go to the water."

He books trips to go see the animals, to do swim adventures.

"Is this enough sunscreen?"

"Is this the right angle?"

"Turn your head to the left and put this leg up a little more."

You go visit this place with a lot of birds, you love birds.

"This is a Guacamaya." "I know, I told you that in the car."

He is in love with the views, the water, the people hospitality.

"Let's get a house here."

When you have to get back to Sevilla, he feels like he's living the place he grew up in.

"I want a guacamaya."

"No!"

Thats the only thing you hear Pedri yellinto the phone. The following were the screams and chants of the team in the dressing room. You blow your nose, happy for him. Even when you are sick to the core, you feel a little better.

The sight of him being so happy and jumping around with his teammates makes you smile.

"Guapa, we won!"

You can barely speak from how much your throat hurts, but you got everything in you to reply to him.

"Campeones!" You say. He didn't hear it, it was more than obvious thanks to the yelling in the background.

"I'll call you later, te amo." He says, smiling and hanging up.

You text him that you are proud of him, asking him to take his time because you don't want to intrude into his celebrations.

You take this time to drift back to sleep, the medicine you took earlier is making you feel dizzy.

You woke up by the sound of your phone. It was Pedri riding a bike. "Vamoooos!"

"Are you on a bike?" You ask, sounding like you are whispering. "I'm happy for you!"

"Espera, we are about to get to the hospital." He says, moving the camera. Now you can see his feet. "Eric, Dani, and Iñigo say hi."

"Hola" You hear different voices. You smile at the sound of his friends. You can hear in their voice, you notice on the way Pedri's eyes shine and his smile never leaves his face.

You wait for a moment, watching him get the bike locked so nobody can take it. You can hear Iñigo cursing that he forgot the shark he got Ferran.

"Go on, l'll walk behind you guys." Pedri says, staying still for a moment. "How do you feel?"

"My happiness overcomes my sickness congratulations, champ." You smile

"Ala, I'm just so excited.'" He smiles. "Can you believe it? La Liga is blaugrana!"

"I can, barca is so lucky to have the best midfielder in the world."

"Buaf, you are making me blush." He says, moving the phone so he can hide his face.

"I can go around and tell everybody my boyfriend is a champion."

"Tell that to your neighbor, the one who keeps winking at you." He smirks. "I'Il check on Ferran, and then l'Il go to your place to check on you.

"Tell Fer to get better, and that I'm happy he's fine." You smile. "See you in a little bit, champ."

"I like that nickname." He smirks. "Champ."

Gavi

You walk behind Gavi, he is jumping happy as he does his typical dinosaure yell. He knew that they were going to win, but he was still bursting out of excitement.

You feel happy for him. He was back from a big injury that got him out for so long. Even with his slow comeback, he was a big part of the team.

"Los del Espanyol son chuches." He says, turning to where you are and walking towards you. (Espanyol's are losers)

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you while jumping. You laugh at his exciment, gripping your arms around him to hold yourself.

"Gavi, stop." You laugh.

"They didn't even win the fight." He smirks. "Chuches, a bunch of them." He laughs.

He finally outs you down, giving you a kiss. "Let's go, champ, you need to change for the party."

You grab his hand, walking to the car. You feel him pull your hand, making you crash on his chest. "I was thinking of a better celebration." He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.

You smile, grabbing his face in your hands. "That sounds so amazing." You kiss him, Gavi moves his hands to a dangerous zone.

"Gavi, you are taking us!" Araujo yells, Lamine walking with him.

Gavi's grip grew tighter. "To Be continued." He jokes, pecking your lips. "Vamos." He yells to them

Ferran

"Pita, hijo de puta." He yells. "Pita!"

"Ferran!" You shush him. "This is a hospital, not the local pub."

"But this hijo de puta. He needs to end this-" He fights, but the goal of Fermin. "Gol, joder gol!"

You can't lie that you yell out of exciment, both of you. Ferran grabs your hand while he is yelling.

"Mister Torres, Miss, you are bothering the whole floor."

"Somos campeones!" Ferran yelled at the nurse. "La Liga es nuestra!"

"Mister Torres, congratulations. But I'm not repeating myself again, one more complain and we are taking the tv privileges away from you." The nurse warns him.

"Que putada." He whispers, putting his hand on top of his mouth.

"We are so sorry," you say, grabbing Ferran's hand. "We are going to be quiet and behave. Verdad, Ferran?" You ask him.

"Si." He smiles. "Also, can we get a pudding?"

The nurse can't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, but please be quiet."

You wait for her to close the door to grab Ferran from the cheeks, giving him a kiss. "Champions!" You whisper to him.

"When we out of here. We are so celebrating." He hugs you. "I need to call Pedri." He looks for.his phone.

To his luck, Pedri was calling him. "Campeones!" Pedri, Dani, Iñigo and Eric yelled into the phone. "Tiburón, we won."

"Vamooooos!" he yells.

"Mister Torres!" The nurse says, opening the door with a pudding on her hand. "No pudding for you!"

"Joder, my pudding." He pouts.

Fermin

"They cancel my goal on the clasico but they can cry me a river, we won!"

"Calm down, champ." You laugh, grabbing his hand. "Let's go with the rest to the party.

"Form 10 to a 100 how much would you rate my goal?"

You humm, thinking just to tease him. "Maybe a 1000." You smile.

"Joder, I'm on fire." He smiles proudly.

You give him a hug, he needed this goal more than people think. After the var called the goal invalid, he was beating himself.

"Your parents were jumping like crazy." You tell him. "Your dad was like < this is my son, he's the best! > it was so cute."

He hugs you, lifting you and jumping happy with you. "Fuck, this feels good. Do you feel good? I feel lightheaded."

"You are okay." You smile, grabbing his cheeks. "I think I'll need to rest to do all that walking tomorro-"

"Thank you for being here." He pouts, giving you a peck. "You are my biggest fan, and I love you for that."

"Te amo, Fer."

"Nono, champ!" He smirks. "That's my nickname from now on."

"I'm ready. Let's go, Pedri Potter." You say, grabbing your coat. "Let's go, let's go, let's go." You hurry him, knowing he will be bother.

"Calm do-" He starts, pausing when he sees your clothes. "Why did you change your shorts?"

You look at your clothes, looking at the dress you are now wearing. "Oh, we-"

"You looked amazing, I mean, you look amazing now, but I mean, you love wearing shorts. Are you okay? You know you always look amazing."

You can't help but feel overwhelmed, not because the clothes are a touchy subject, but because you're not only hormonal but also sensible.

"Oh, pedri." You smile, giving him a hug. "I love you."

"You know I love you so much." He smiles. "Now, why did you get changed?"

You dry the few tears you let go. "Oh, I was bloated, and the shorts were a little tight on me." You explain. "But what you said was so sweet, thank you."

"So you changed to be comfortable?" He asks, making sure you are telling the truth.

"Yes, I just don't feel like being in anything tight at the moment. Every time my period comes the bloating does too."

He then understood, the crying, you being mad, you being extra clingy or away. It all makes sense to him now.

"So you are on your period?" He asks, just to make sure he's not overthinking.

"Yes." You say with a pout. "Anyways, I was thinking about dessert, maybe that chocolate cake we like."

Pedri doesn't fight it. He just nodded, agreeing with you about dessert. After all, he was a boy and didn't really understand periods.

Gavi

"Are you going to eat the rest of the burger?" Gavi asks, eyes on your food.

"Oh God, no." You say, handing the food to him. "I'm so big already."

At first, he doesn't pay mind to it. He's too busy eating the burger, but after two bites, his mind went back to your words.

"Espera, did you just say you are big?"

"Ughh, si." You say, not minding it that much. "You can pop me if you try." You joke, pocking your stomach with one finger.

Gavi's very common frown was placed on his face. He's trying to find words without sounding too harsh.

"Pero, you are not big." He says, confused on why you are saying that about yourself. "Venga, que gorda me la pones."

"Pablo!" You interrupt him. "I'm- first of all, I'm very happy to know that I cause that on you, but I'm talking about me being bloated thanks to my period." You chuckle.

Pablo can't help but laugh, not only because he was ready to take the words out of your mind, but also because he can't help the blush that creeps on his face.

"Joder, I thought you were going crazy." He chuckles. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sip, just some cramping, but the food made it better, thanks." You smile.

He nods, "So I can eat your dessert too?" He asks, hoping that the answer is yes.

You roll your eyes at him. "Yes, eat it."

Ferran

"Don't want to get up." You groan. "Close the curtain, Fer."

"It's a beautiful day, as beautiful as you." He says happily.

You groan again, turning to the other side and placing the pillow on top of your head.

"Vamos, let's get up." He says, taking the pillow and carefully moving it to the side. He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Move," you say, moving so you hide your face on the mattress.

Ferran chuckles, finding your grumpiness funny.

"If you wake up, I'll make you breakfast." He teases, kissing your shoulder. "Lots of bacon."

"I'm not moving until my body stops hurting." You say, groaning after from the pain on your lower belly. "But I'll take an omelet in a few, can you bring me a Tylenol?"

"What do you mean you are in pain?" He asks, he gets worried. "Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"No need." You say, lifting your head. "Let me bleed to death."

Ferran is not a stranger to what a period is. He used to live with two women who made him understand what that is and how bad it can get.

"I get it, I'll bring you a warm compress and that omelet." He says, kissing your head. "After maybe we can cuddle." He smiles, massaging your shoulders.

"Maybe the food first." You say, moving his hands. "Your hands are cold, by the way."

"I'll ignore that because I know you are suffering."

Fermin

"I want to go swimming." Fermin says. "Or maybe on a hike, to keep us active."

"I prefer the hike."

"I thought you were going to prefer going for a swim."

"As good as it sounds, I don't feel like putting a tampon." You explain, searching for something sporty to wear. "Black leggins or purple bikers?"

"A tampon?" He asks, confused. "Purple." He points.

"Yes, when I'm on my period and I want to go swimming, I use tampons, but since I'm not feeling like putting one."

He frowns. "But, you use those pads, aren't those the same as tampons?"

You chuckle. "No, tampons are meant to be introduced inside, while pads are outside and the blood comes outside." You explain.

"Joder, sound complicated." He frowns again. "Isn't it painful to put that there?"

"Not to me, some girl, maybe."

"And if you don't put it and go with the pad?"

"Well, the pad might start floating with us in the pool." You laugh. "Happened to the best of us."

He analyzed the situation for a while, curious but too lazy to ask. And since it was obvious you had it all controlled.

"Okay, not going to question the methods." He lifts his hands. "Let's go get something sweet after."