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You place the plate and drink in front of him, moving back to get the bread and fork. You notice he's reading something on social media.

"Did you have any chance of reading the schedule I made for the trip?" You ask him, handing him the fork. "I talked to your manager, and he says that it's good."

He looks at you, not answering. Instead, he goes for a bite of the food. You hold the urge to roll your eyes.

"It needs salt." He says, waving at you.

You nod, walking to the kitchen to get the salt. You take a deep breath before walking back, already stressed, and it was only 8 am.

"Carlos called, he wants to know if you want to go to dinner with him when you land in Barcelona."

He nods, turning the tv on. "Did you book Magui's tickets?"

"About that." You whisper, looking at your phone. "They only have tourist class on the day she wants to come."

"Well, then fix it." He shrugs. "Or it's on you to tell her that she can't come because you don't know how to do your job."

"I-" you wanted to reply, but you shut your mouth. Knowing that this was something he wanted.

"You what?" He smirks, looking at you.

"I'll do my best to find her a better seat." You say, wanting to punch him. "Do you need anything else? I need to pick your clothes from the dry clean."

He shakes his head, continuing with eating and watching tv. You turn back to the door, grabbing your bag and the ticket you left on the counter, next to your bag.

"Actually, Y/n." He calls before you close the door.

You quickly turned, getting your head inside so he could see you. "Yes?"

"Can you help me look for my green hoodie?"

You nod, walking back inside to look for his hoodie. You walk inside the room, noticing the mess.

"Fuck." You whisper, knowing that you need to schedule for the cleaning services to come when hes out. "The green one you say?" You ask from the room.

"And the baby blue one."

You frown, walking to the closet. You take one look at the closet and feel the anger inside. It was a disaster.

You just organized it per Lando's request to do so. You organize it just like he likes it, hoodies on one side, jackets in other, pants and joggers separated.

You sigh, not being able to complain to what he did to your organization. You grab the piles of hoodie, remembering to check with him if he wanted to get rid of anything.

You spend a good twenty minutes looking through the piles of clothes, you search the dirty laundry basket, nothing.

You then think that he did have a green one, but you can't point to the baby blue one. Maybe it was a new one he got recently, and you can't remember.

You take another fifteen minutes re checking the entire closet, searching the suitcases he has that sometimes have unpacked clothes.

When you turn to find him looking at you. "You scared me." You whisper, hand on your chest.

He smirks, walking closer to you. "Any luck?"

"Actually, can you tell me what that baby blue hoodie looks like? Does it have a logo?" You ask, looking around to see if you can spot it.

He doesn't let the smirk go. "Actually, I forgot that I was meaning for you to get me a hoodie like that. I don't have it yet."

You look back at the mess of clothes you spent more than half an hour looking at. You turn back at him, noticing he finds funny how frustrated you look at his actions.

You sigh and nod. "Any brand?" You ask, tired of his games.

He shakes his head no. "Surprise me." He smiles. "And you can take the three hoodies from Balenciaga. I don't like them anymore."

You pick them from the floor. "This one has the tags on." You say checking it. "Are you sure you don't want to keep one?"

He held his hands out for you to give it to him, and you handed him the hoodie. "Do you like it?" He asks, turning the hoodie to where you are.

You nod, grabbing the sleeves. "It's a good hoodie."

He hands it back to you. "Keep it if you want it." He smiles.

"Really?" You smile, grabbing the hoodie closer. "Thank you, Lando."

"Yeah, now can you pick my clothes? They have my shirt that I want to use tonight."

You nod, walking to where your things are. "Do you want anything else before I come back?" You ask before walking outside of the apartment.

You left the hoodie on the sofa, not having enough space to bring it to you because of Lando's things in the car.

He doesn't answer, so you pick your things and walk outside of his apartment. You think about the hoodie he just gave you. It was the F1 Balenciaga hoodie you liked. You know they gave it to Lando as a PR, but you were thankful for the little gift.

You know that this costs more than you could afford, so it was something you were happy with.

You feel your phone vibrate, Lando's name on the screen. He was asking you to get him half a dozen of those protein cookies you get him on the bakery on the other side of the city.

You pout, knowing that this day was going to be crazy with all the requests he's been having lately. If it was not him asking for breakfast, it was him asking for something that you could only get on the other side of the city.

And if it was not that, it was him making you go crazy with requests he knows are not going to have a successful end for you.

You can't complain, you have a job.

You pick his clothes, finding the green hoodie he wanted in the pile of clean clothes. You then moved to the other side of the city to get the cookies.

You try reaching him over text to see if he wanted a special flavor or the normal chocolate chip cookies.

You order a dozen, six of the flavors he likes the most and six of the normal ones. You have them packed on different containers for him not to have an excuse not to eat it.

You are back with the clothes and the cookies. Walking inside of the apartment, careful not to drop anything.

You grab your phone, answering to Mark about some scheduling that needed to be added. You confirm with him some other things.

You feel someone walking inside of the room, but you were busy writing something on your notebook to see who it was.

"Lando, I didn't know if the cookies you wanted were the normal ones, so I got a variety of them."

You hear a giggle, turning your head up and finding Magui. "Sorry if I scared you."

You blink a few times, surprised that she's even there. "Oh, hi." You whisper. You haven't even had time to look at the plane tickets, now knowing it was not necessary. "You are here! I was going to message you about the flight."

"I wanted to come and see him before the GP."

"That's amazing." You smile at her.

You can't lie, you feel awkward around her. You don't know if you can be totally cool with her or if it's going to be a gf of the boss kind of situation.

"Lando is taking a shower. He told me to tell you that if you wanted to go to Mark's, he's fine with you arranging the schedule."

You nod, giving her a small nod. "I'll get going then. Do you need anything before I leave?"

"Not at all, don't worry about us. We are fine."

You nod, walking to the sofa and grabbing the hoodie. You say a quiet goodbye to her and leave.

You close your car door, finally being able to rest for more than five minutes. You've been running around for him during the last few days.

You drive over Mark's house, grabbing some things that Lando needs to drop. You have to organize the agenda of Lando.

"Hey Mark, got you some coffee." You say, giving him a quick hug.

"Where's Lando?" He asks, accepting the coffee. "He needs to be here. What happened?"

"Maguie happened." You smile. "He was showering when I left his apartment, so he might show up."

You walk with him to his office, opening your agenda on the desk. You grab your highlighters and your pens.

"Okay, let's get to the good stuff." He jokes, making you laugh.

You planned the agenda around the events that he officially has with the Team and also the ones you know he has outside of the clock.

"When we land, we need to get him to fitting."

"He has lunch with Carlos." You say, marking the time as busy. "He confirmed this morning, and it's planned already by Carlos."

"Okay, now what about after." He asks, checking the times. "Anything during that time?"

"Not that I know, so fittings it is."

You two work on the perfect schedule that you know Lando is somehow going to fuck up. He always does and then blames you for not being able to accommodate him.

"Now, let's pray this kid follows the plan." Mark sigh.

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You feel someone pulling your hoodie cap, making you turn and take your airpod out.

Lando was standing behind your seat, smirking at your sleepy eyes. "Do you have any gum?" He asks, knowing he only does this to bother you.

You nod, grabbing your purse and searching for the gum. You always carry gum because his ears tend to get clogged on the air, so you always buy some gum before getting into the plane.

You hand him a pack of gum, he takes a seat next to you. You place your airpod back on, turning back again to the window to get back to your nap.

You feel him getting your airpod out of your ear, you turn to him and finding him placing it on his ear.

"Justin Bieber?" He asks, listening to the music you are playing on your phone. "Thought you were a one direction fan."

You nodded, eyes closing as you fight the urge to go back to sleep. Just when you thought that Lando was leaving you alone, he opens his mouth.

"I'm bored, talk to me."

"Talk to Mark." You whisper, craving the sleep.

"But he's sleeping." He pouts, poking your side. "Plus, you are my assistant, talk to me."

You take a deep breath, squinting your eyes as hard as you can. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?" You ask, seating normally.

"Actually." He smiles at you, handing you the airpod. "I think I'll go back to my seat." He says, getting up and walking to the back.

You blink a few times, the sleep is gone, the anger is in. You know he does this just to bother you.

You try to get back to sleep, but you can't. You spend the rest of the flight irritated at the laugh of Lando in the back.

When the plane finally landed in Spain, you were the last one to get out of the plane. You know that Lando was going to be eager to get to the hotel and then meet with Carlos.

"Can you walk slower?"

"Is that a request?" You say, walking very slow. "Is this slow enough?" You smile.

"Hurry, Carlos is waiting for me." He frowns, closing the window of the car.

You hand your bag to the chauffeur, thanking him and getting on the ban with Mark and Lando.

"Did you check if my parents were at the hotel already?"

"Yes, Magui and them are at the hotel." You say, opening the agenda. "You have to be on fittings after lunch." You say, reading the schedule. "And a meeting with the team at the hotel once we are back from fittings."

"Wait, no." He turns to you. "Who planned this?"

"Not you, obviously." Mark chuckles. "We did, and it's final."

Lando turns, mad at something he can't do anymore. You take your phone, checking social media as a way to distract yourself.

When you get to the hotel, you grab Lando's luggage and walk inside with it. Mark and him were talking as you placed the luggage on the hotel car.

"I'll go to the meeting room. Please, make sure he's on time for fittings." Mark says to you.

You follow Lando to the elevator, getting inside with him. "Do you want me to call you a car to go see Carlos?"

He doesn't answer, normal thing when he's mad at something or at you. You take that as a yes, searching for the car service you hired before.

"The car will be here in twenty minutes. You can fresh up or whatever before that." You inform, thanking the hotel guy as he leaves the luggage in the room. "You parents are with Magui. They are having lunch with Piastri's parents."

You stay there for a moment, waiting to see if he was going to ask you for something. He was scrolling on his phone, ignoring your presence.

"I'll go to my room. The car is picking you up in fifteen." You say, grabbing your bag. "If you need anything, text me."

You walk to your room, throwing your bag on the floor and walking straight to bed. You needed a good nap before continuing with the day.

Sadly for you, just like your nap on the plane, your sleep was interrupted by the door. You groan, turning to the side and ignoring it.

Thirty seconds later, you hear the knocks again. You open your eyes, angry, getting up to see who dares to interrupt your sleep.

"What?" You say, opening the door. You find Lando on the other side, smiling at you. "Oh, it's you."

"I texted you five times." He says, showing you the phone. "Let's go, the car is already here."

"What car?" You ask, confused because of the sleepiness.

"The car that's supposed to take us to Carlos. Now let's go." He says, walking away. "Y/n, move it."

"Do I have to go?" You whisper, letting a groan out.

You shake your head, running to the bed to grab your phone and handbag. You ran quickly to the elevator. He's holding the door for you.

" < text me if you need anything > " He mocks your voice. "Then you leave me ignored and abandoned."

"I never leave you abandoned." You say to him.

You notice how his hair is messy, you know he hates to have pictures with messy hair.

"Come here." You say, stretching your arm to him. You comb his hair with your fingers, eyes focused on his curls. "Done, that looks much better."

He looks at you, checking if his hair is better than before. He then shakes his head a little, going back to reality.

"Why did you schedule the fittings after lunch?" He asks, frowning. "That was stupid."

"It would've been easier if you were there." You say, frowning too. "You told Magui to tell me to deal with it."

"But fittings after eating?" He chuckles. "That's dumb, admit it."

"Yes, Lando, it was." You say, rolling your eyes.

"You see how easy is it when we agree?" He asks, poking your side. Something you hate when he does. "Who do you think is going to win?"

He asks this, expecting you to say his name. He always asks you as if you are a fortune teller and your words are going to be written on rock.

"Hopefully, Piastri." You say, getting out of the elevator as soon as the doors open.

Lando stays there, mouth forming a perfect "o" You try to hide your smirk, not wanting to get another reaction out of him.

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"Y/n, hi!"

"Hi, Lily." You smile, giving her a hug.

Lily is Oscar's girlfriend, you have a nice relationship since you see each other a lot during the GP, during practice, during press days.

"Busy day?" She asks, walking over Lando's space.

"Yeah, I've been running around these past few days." You giggle. "How are you?"

"Amazing, happy to be here. Love Canada!"

"Yes, I hope our boys win." You smile at her.

"Yes, that would be so amazing." She smiles, thinking about it. "Hey, tell me something. I know gossiping is bad, but what happened to Magui and Lando? I'm asking because Oscar told me about the fight in front of the team"

You think if it was the right thing to talk about what happened to them. On one side, Lando is your boss, and talking about him like that was bad. However, they did make it everybody's problem when they did it in front of everybody.

"Don't kiss and tell, but Magui slapped Lando during practice because Lando told her he liked someone else."

"So they are done?" She asks, whispering.

You nod, making sure the boys aren't coming. "She said goodbye to me before leaving, telling me that Lando was an asshole who lied to her." You whisper.

"Oh." Lily says.

You try to hide the smile you want to let out. You can't lie that Magui leaving gives you a sense of happiness.

You know that Lando would never think about you in that way, and you know you can't think about that because he is your boss.

However, thinking is free, and your mind sometimes betrays you, showing your deepest thoughts.

You two continued talking for a while, changing the topics. They guys were on a team meeting, so you were able to talk with her.

Both Lando and Oscar came back to their areas. Lily said goodbye to you, going to Oscar's. You watch Lando as he walks inside his area.

"Where's Mark?" He asks, you can tell he is mad. "I need to talk to him."

"He said he had a call to make, want me to go look for him?" You ask, he was trying to get out of a jacket.

You stand up, helping him with the jacket. You can tell he's mad about something, so you try to make it easier for him.

It's never a good thing for him to be angry before driving. You always try for him to relax and to mentally prepare.

"I picked your favorite snack." You say, pointing at the snacks and drinks. "And your parents called. They are ready to see you drive."

"Can you believe they couldn't come?" He asks, pouting. "I wanted them here."

"I know, but I'm sure they will be there for the next one. I'll start with their transportation as soon as tonight."

You help him with his suit, making sure it's neat. You grab his hand, taking the watch off of his wrist.

Lando can't lie when he says that he loves it when you take care of him. It makes him feel special, it makes him feel like you care about him.

"Are you nervous?" You ask, noticing that he is tense.

He scuffs, "No, what kind of stupid question is that?"

You would love to understand the shifts he has. Why does he suddenly go from a friendly boss to an asshole who's mean to you.

"Sorry." You whisper, placing his watch next to the snacks table. "I'll go get Mark."

You walk outside to look for Mark, he was probably still talking to Oscar's manager. You find him talking to a group of people.

You don't want to interrupt, so you just wait for him to finish. You were in such a good mood, but as always, Lando does something or acts up in a way that makes you feel uneasy.

"Hey, kiddo." Mark says, smiling at you.

"Hey, Lando is looking for you." You smile at him.

He thanked you, walking inside the garage to meet with Lando. You waited outside, watching everything from the distance.

You can't lie that this job has been the best. You have to travel to places you never thought you would ever visit.

You travel in a private jet, eat at the best places, and sleep at the nicest hotels. You can say it's a dream job.

Sometimes you do wonder if you are good at what you are doing, with Lando calling you out for doing things he doesn't want to do.

It gets to you, making you feel like you fail, but Mark always makes sure to let you know that Lando is like that and that he's joking.

You check the time, the race was going to start in a little bit, so you walk back inside to see everything from his station.

"Ready?" Oscar asks you as you walk back.

You nod, giving him a high five. "Good luck." You say to him.

You see Lando walking to the entrance, he was trying to zip up his suit. You can tell he's nervous by the way his hands aren't coordinating.

You grab his shoulders, making him stop. You take his hands away, pulling the zipper up and patting his chest.

"Wish me luck." He whispers.

"You don't need it." You whisper back. Moving to the side so he could walk to the entrance.

He looks back at you before going out. You wait for him to do it to get to his station. Laying on the couch for a moment.

You spend the first half of the race inside. Hearing everybody being happy outside. You decide to join them.

You walk to where the team is, joining them. You stand next to Mark, who's smiling because Lando and Oscar are on the first five positions.

Mark got you a pair of head of headsets. You love watching the action going on, it makes your heart go faster.

You love how the team works fast to get them through pitz in no time, how they give him instructions, how they support each other.

"Last five, team!"

You notice that both Piastri and Lando were on the top five. You hope that they get to a double podium.

You feel your heart stop when Lando and Piastri collapsed together. Making Lando have a DNF, he wasn't able to finish the race.

"I'm okay, guys." He says out of breath over the radio. "I'm sorry, it was my fault."

Your heart breaks for him, the sound of his voice is making you feel like crying. You wait for him to get there to check from afar if he is okay.

Once he is out of the reach of the camera, you see how he kicks the wall. Closing his asignated area.

Mark walks over to where he is. They have a person from the medical team check him for any injury and ask him if he feels some type of way.

Oscar landed the fourth place, it was something for the team. You take the headsets, walking over to where Lando and Mark are.

You stand outside, not wanting to disturb him. You waited for a moment, deciding to walk away. You don't want to be seen like a bother.

You walk back to the front room, Lily was there. She asks how is Lando, you shrug and tell her that you were giving space.

Mark texted you, letting you know that Lando and him were leaving back to the hotel. To take care of whatever is left back and that he was going to send the car back to get you after they drop them off.

You text him that you will take care of that, walking back to collect everything that Lando left behind.

You wait inside, not feeling like answering how Lando was from the team. You don't even know how he is, so you don't feel like lying on top of everything.

When the car was there, you walked silently to the exit. Getting inside and texting Mark that you are on your way to the Hotel.

He asked you to give the things to Lando and force him to eat something. He needed to leave to see some sponsors, and he wanted you to take care of that for him.

When you get to the hotel, you thank the driver. You decide to leave Lando alone for a little bit more, maybe he is talking to his parents, maybe he is still mad or angry, maybe he wants to be alone.

You decide to walk to your room and take a shower. You were going to order your food at the same time as his, so you check if he actually eats.

You take your time, dry your hair, and apply your creams. You change into some leggings and an oversized t-shirt.

You take the things, grabbing the room key. You over to the other side of the floor. You were three rooms away from his room when you notice Charles Leclerc, who was staying on the same floor, walking over.

"Hey, I know you." He smiles, stopping when he notices you. "You work with McLaren."

You nod, not feeling like correcting your work to him. "You work for Ferrari." You joke.

He let out a big laugh, grabbing his belly. You frown for a moment, not finding your joke to be that funny.

"Did you enjoy the race?" He asks, making more conversation. "I mean, one of your drivers crashed and didnt finished, but apart from that."

"Yeah, I enjoyed your fifth and sixth place." You smile.

"Fuck, you are feisty." He jokes, smiling at you. "Like every McLaren girl."

"Well, nice to meet you, mister Leclerc." You say, wanting to get to Lando.

"Same thing here, miss..." He pauses, waiting for you to say your name.

"Y/n, that's my name."

"Well, miss Y/n. Nice to meet you." He smirks.

You walk away from him, not making much distance before hearing Charles talk to you again.

"If you ever get tired of working for McLaren." He says, making you turn to him. "Find me at the Ferrari spot, I'll get you a better spot on our team."

You smile, nodding. "Thanks, I'll have it in mind."

You wait for him to walk away to turn back to find Lando's room. You find him crossed armed, looking at your with a frown.

"Hey, how are you?" You say, walking over to him. "I have your watch, but are you okay?"

"What were you talking about with Leclerc?" He asks, not caring about the questions you asked him.

"Oh, he was just saying hi." You say, rolling your eyes a little.

"Really?" He scuffs. "I heard him offering you a job."

You frown, confused about why this is important. "I mean, yeah, but I'm sure it was him teasing."

You hand him his watch, looking at him and at his angry expression. You don't understand where that's coming from.

He turns back to his room, leaving the door open for you to get inside. You close the door, noticing the little disaster he made.

"How are you?" You ask again.

He doesn't answer, he is searching for something on his luggage. The frown on his face is making you worry.

"Lando, are you okay?"

"You care now?" He scuffs.

You frown. "What do you mean? I've always cared."

"Sure, fucking sure." He laughs. "That's why you didnt even come see me after the fucking crash."

"I gave you space, Lando." You explain, not wanting for him to feel like you don't care.

You care more than he thinks, you always cared for him. You feel hurt that he thinks you don't care how he is doing.

"I wanted to give you space." You repeat.

"I waited for you, I needed you there." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "I didn't leave earlier because I was waiting for you to come see me."

"You called me dumb moments before the race. Do you really think I was going to go see you when your feelings were raised?"

"I was joking."

"Were you?" You ask, scuffing. "You always do that, Lando. If it's not because I messed up the order of your food, if it's because I pack the wrong shirt, if it's because I don't have your water cold enough."

He covered his face, yelling into his hands. You shake your head at him, not believing that he was mad at something he created.

"That's why you were talking with Charles?" He asks, thinking about it.

"What?"

"He was talking about you going to Ferrari to work with him." He says, walking closer to you. "Are you leaving me?"

"Lando, no." You say, grabbing his arm. "I don't want to work for Charles or Ferrari. I'm with you."

"Are you?"

You swear you could hear your heart breaking. You worked very hard for him, you have given more than you should just for him to notice your effort.

You don't feel like proving a point that it was obvious he didn't understand. You let go of him, backing a few steps away from him.

"If you are not happy with my job or with how I do something for you. Take this as my two week notice."

You turn to the door, feeling his hand grabbing your arm. "What do you mean your two week notice?"

"Let go of me." You say, looking at him. "Lando, let go."

He let go of your arm, giving you a chance to open the door. You want to get away from him, feeling too hurt with his words.

"I'll go with you to Austria, but after that I'll go back to London, alone." You say to him.

You walk back to your room, you slam the door shut. You try not to cry, taking deep breaths. You walk over to your bed, thinking about what just happened.

"Y/n, open the door." You hear Lando's voice. "We need to talk."

You stay quiet, wanting him to leave. He doesn't give up, keeping the knocking on the door.

"I'm not leaving, open the door."

You bring your knees to your chest, hugging them as you see the door. You hold the urge to open the door and throw something at him.

After a few minutes, Lando stopped with the knockin. You throw yourself in bed, closing your eyes.

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"Miss Y/n, are you ready to see the race?"

You turn to the voice, finding Charles. You smile at him, noticing the dog on his arms.

"Who is this little guy?" You ask, getting closer. "Hi, baby."

"He is Leo, my and my girlfriend's dog." He smiles, giving the dog a kiss on the head. "He's a nice boy, just like his daddy."

You nod, understanding the undertone. "I bet he is." You say, stopping with petting the dog. "And to answer your question, I am ready for the race."

"Nice, nice." He nods, looking at you up and down. "Did you think about my offer?" He asks, eyebrows moving up and down.

You sigh. "I did, but I'm loyal to McLaren. They have been my team since two years ago, and I can't picture myself in another team."

He nods, smirking. "You know where to find me if you change your mind, eh." He says, pointing at your while walking away. "Best of luck to your guys, but I'm beating them."

You wave at him, giggling at how funny that statement sounds. He has this aura of confidence that now you understand why makes other drivers feel intimidated.

You turn, finding Lando looking at you. Oscar was talking to him about something. Obviously, he did not care about what Piastri was saying, eyes fixed on you.

You walk back to Lando's space. You grab your phone, checking on Mark to see if he needed something.

He was with some sponsors, taking them to the palcos that McLaren had available for sponsors and other important people they invite there.

"Y/n," Lando calls, walking to where you are. "We need to talk."

You don't meet his eyes, the sound of your keyboard is filling the room.

"Tell me, do you need something before the race?" You ask him.

"I want us to fix things." He says, grabbing your arms. "What were you talking with Charles about?"

You were about to answer, but you noticed his parents walking towards you. The smile on their faces is enough for you to feel happy.

"Oh, hi." You say to them, moving out of Lando's hold. "So happy to see that you are here."

His mom hugs you, saying hi to you. His father does the same, thanking you for making possible for them to come.

"I got your favorite snacks, Mister Norris." You point at the table. You have different snacks that you know his father and mother love. "And your favorite drink, Miss Norris."

"Isn't she an angel, Lando?" His dad asks his son.

"I'll give you some space." You say, walking out of the room and closing the door.

You walk to where the rest of the team is preparing. Saying hi to some of the pitz guys, they make conversation with you.

You feel sad that you are going to say goodbye to all of this. It's been the best times of your life, being friends to the team, finding a small family in all of them.

You feel disassociated, not finding real how quick the time flies. You notice that Lando's parents are next to you because his mom places her hand on your shoulder.

"Lando is calling for you."

You nod, thanking her and walking to his space. You say hi to Oscar on the way, he was texting and ready to go.

"You needed me?" You ask, opening the door.

"Help me with my suit." He says, looking at himself in the mirror. You nod, walking inside of the room. "Close the door."

You do, getting closer to him as you fix the sleeves and fix the necklace he has on. He cant keep his eyes away from you.

You feel his hands on your waist, you try to act normal. You grab his wrists, trying to pull his hands away from you.

"Lando, stop this." You say, looking at him. "Let's not do this, you have to go. The race is about to start."

"Promise me you are not leaving right after the race." He says, hands gripping your skin, not to hurt you but to keep you steady. "Please."

"You have to go." You repeat. "Let's go, Oscar is waiting."

"Oscar can fuck off, I need you to promise me that you are not leaving me."

"Lando, let go of me."

"Please." He begs, eyes like a puppy.

You sigh, knowing that there was no way for you to make him leave without him pulling a fight. "I promise."

He looks into your eyes, nodding and letting you go. He zips his suit, looking at you for the last time, walking outside of the room.

"Y/n." Lily calls. "You coming?" She asks, smiling at you.

You nod, walking with her to where both Oscar's and Lando's parents are. They all have a pair of headsets. Lando's mother offered you a pair, you take it with a smile.

The race started, you aren't going to lie, you are too distracted to care about the first half of the race. Your mind is somewhere else, replaying memories of the different races you have been to.

"I'll be right back." You say to Lando's parents.

You think very hard about breaking the promise. You think very hard about leaving and going back to the hotel.

But you can't seem to do it, you can't send the text to Lando. The text you have written and deleted multiple times, trying to make it perfect.

Your plan was for you to leave before the race ended. That way, you have time to pick your stuff and go to the airport.

Mark was very sad about the news, he thought it was because you feel like the F1 rhythm wasn't for you anymore.

You hear the commotion outside, making you frown. You block your phone, walking outside to see what was going on.

You then noticed the screen, Lando was first, and Oscar was second, Charles was running behind them.

You place the headsets back on. You can't lie that all the ideas of leaving are now out of your head. You are excited for the last 10.

You grab Lily's hand, eyes glued to the screen. Lily was shaking with exciment, moving to get some anxiety out of her system.

You can't help but jump as Lando scores the first place on the Podium, and just two seconds later, Piastri is scoring second place.

You don't care who comes after them, you turn and hug his mom. Happy about him, he needed this win after what happened in Canada.

You see how the team runs to where they are. Happy about the first and second place in twenty five years.

You stayed behind them all, watching as Lando, Oscar, and Charles threw champagne at each other.

You chuckle at Lando throwing more champagne than normal to Charles. You can hear his laughter even when you are not near him.

You grab your phone, deleting the big text you had prepared for him. You write a simple thank you. Sending it him before grabbing your bag and walking to the parking lot.

You call an Uber, cursing at the fact that it was going to take a while because of the big traffic outside of the circuit.

Your phone on your pockey feels like it's burning. You want to look at your messages to see if he read the text or if maybe he's too busy celebrating this big moment.

Your thoughts were answered when you hear your name being called. You turn to find Lando running to you.

"What are you doing?" You ask. He was drenched in champagne and out of breath. "Lando, you need to be celebrating with your family. Go back."

"You promised."

You stay quiet, not knowing how to answer. You just look away. "I stayed, but I need to leave now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired, Lando. It hurts to see you not trusting me even after all this time. I would've never chosen Charles over you, you know that."

"I was stupid, a fucking child act. I admit that, but when I saw you with him in the corridor and then today. My blood boiled."

"Why do you care that much?" You ask, turning your whole body to him. "Does Charles really bothers you that much?"

"He doesn't bother me." He scuffs.

"Then tell me, what was the reason for your reaction?"

"I was jealous."

You pause for a moment, processing what he just spat at you.

"Jealous of what?"

"Of him being so close to you, offering you to leave with him. I was jealous when I saw you laughing with him at the hotel, when I saw you today with him and his dog."

"You were jealous of Charles trying to steal your personal assistant?"

"No, fuck sake." He says, passing a hand to his hair. "I was jealous of losing you, and by that, I don't mean you as my assistant. I mean you as a person, you as my safe place, you as my confident, you as my biggest support when nobody's there."

He wants to yell at your confused face. You don't quite understand what he is trying to say, or better say, you are still not believing what he is trying to say.

"I like you." He confesses, finally using the right words. "I've been trying to hide this feeling for so long, I thought me being with other girls was going to help. It didn't, I can't forget about you."

You look into his eyes, the same eyes you are so familiarize with. The same eyes you can describe without looking at them.

"Y/n?" He asks, afraid of fucking things up. "Please say something."

You don't say anything, you grab his face into your hands. You join your lips together, pressing his drenched body to yours.

His hands go to your back, holding you closer as he deepens the kiss. You don't care about the air running short, you dont care about the feeling of your clothes getting wet.

You care about him, how his lips sink with yours, and how your tongues are dancing in a perfect way. Sadly, the air was making things end.

You press your forehead to his, breathing heavily. Your eyes are still closed, not wanting to open them.

His hands move, grabbing your head and separating it from him. He gives your forehead a kiss.

"Does that mean you feel the same?" He asks, kissing your temple. "Mmm?"

You giggle, nodding. You separate enough to peck his lips. "I do."

You two are interrupted by the sound of your phone. You grab it, reading the notification of the Uber app.

"My Uber canceled." You say to him, blocking the phone and putting it away.

"Good," he says, pecking your lips again. "I wasn't planning on letting you go."

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You two crossed paths before, you were someone who was constantly in the paddock. You were considered the paddock princess by the press.

Mercedes golden girl, the narrators will say when the camera catches you in the garage next to your father.

It was an unwritten rule that you were prohibited.

It was well known that other drivers tried to get an opportunity and got rejected by you. An unwritten rule that even you knew about.

So he never really tried. He never cared to become one on the list of rejects. He never understood why everybody hyped you.

His opinion changed when he met you during Carlos' birthday party. Rebecca planned him a secret party and invited you.

He understood why people around you loved you. You were always happy, always blooming. You were like an instant happy pill.

He liked it more than he cared to admit.

It was too perfect to be true. You thought you knew him. You always took his side. Always made sure to defend him even when he was there to defend himself.

He loved that you were everything he wanted.

If you ask about the drivers opinion about your relationship. They will say that it was a time bomb. They secretly had a money bet about it.

"Lando."

Lando turns to the voice calling him. It was Max jogging towards him.

"Hi, mate."

"Charles just told me what happened last night." He says, grabbing Lando's shoulder. "What the hell did you do?"

Lando rolls his eyes. "Why is it my fault? She started it!"

Max shakes his head no. "You are my friend, Norris. I know how much of a fucker you are when you want to annoy someone."

"I'm done. Goodbye, Max." He paths Max in the shoulder.

Lando was done with all the comments he's getting from everyone. It was still very rocky with Magui, and now he's getting dirty looks from the drivers and their girlfriends.

He walks into the McLaren hospitality, walking towards his girlfriend. He doesn't miss a second and joins her in a hug.

The people around them who noticed this loved it. It was such a cute and adorable demonstration of love.

Sadly for you, you don't think it's adorable.

Your social media is full of the video of Lando and her. It was like you couldn't escape the sight of them.

"Y/n! We are finally blessed with your presence." Charles jokes, giving you a hug. "Where were you?"

"My brother graduated, so my dad and I missed the gp for a good reason." You smile.

"I understand one gp, but you've been absent from three."

"Charles!"

You giggle at him being scolded like a little boy. Alexandra was looking at him like he did something he wasn't supposed to.

"I was busy."

Charles understood the message. You don't want to talk about it. He just nodded, changing the topic.

You always thought that you were Lucky because of how close McLaren and Ferrari were in hospitality.

They were next to each other. It was the perfect excuse to use when you suddenly disappeared from Mercedes Hospitality and someone found you near McLaren.

You use Alexandra as an excuse, telling your dad that you will be visiting your friends Rebecca and Alex. They were in with the lie, so you were able to visit Lando during all the races.

You haven't felt like yourself for a few weeks. You skipped three races. One was because of your brother's graduation. The others were just because you didn't feel like putting on a fake smile when you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Cerise, love seeing you." Charles hugs you again. "I'll go to give some interviews, talk to you later."

"You say goodbye as if I'm not going to be by your girlfriend side all day." You joke, returning the hug. "Have fun answering questions."

"Will do." He smiles walking away.

You turn to where Alexandra is, she's drinking a cappuccino. "Want to go to Mercedes and steal George cookies?" You ask her with a mischievous smile. "Carmen is there."

You walk to the Mercedes Garage while Charles gets to his interviews. He was paired with Lando and Esteban.

Esteban wasn't getting involved in this feud between you and Lando. He made sure to inform his girlfriend that he was not going to take part.

Charles isn't rude to Lando, he just didn't really engage in conversations. He was very short in words.

Lando was done with that attitude. Mostly because it was affecting Magui too. Most wags will not engage with her.

It was something some of them decided to do. Lily, Oscar's girlfriend, was not okay with it. She thought that it was unfair that Lando's actions were taken out on Magui.

You told the girls not to do that. That you weren't mad with Margarida. She was just a victim of the situation.

"Charles, how's leo?" Lando asks, walking next to him.

"Good."

Esteban quickly says goodbye, not wanting to be part of the conversation anymore.

"Can we stop this shit?" Lando rolls his eyes.

"I actually don't feel like doing that." Charles smiles while walking away.

But Lando is not going to be silent about the shit show that you two created. He walks towards the mercedes garage, looking for you.

He frowns when he notices Magui on her way back to the McLaren hospitality. She was talking with Oscar's girlfriend, they were smiling and laughing.

"Hey, are you done for the day?" She asks, giving her a hug.

Lily smiles, whispering a goodbye as she walks back to find Oscar. Lando locks his arms around his girlfriend, giving her forehead a kiss.

"Almost, if you want, you can go back to the hotel." He whispers, placing his head on her neck.

"Actually, the girls invited me to go with them to this event. Charles girlfriend is preparing a small gathering."

He frowns, "They invited you?"

"Yeah, I went with Lily to get some coffee, and they stopped us to invite us."

"They?" He asks even more confused. "I was with Charles just now."

Magui chuckles at him, "It was Charles girlfriend and Toto's daughter, I forget their names. She's the one you f-"

"I know." He stops her, not wanting to go back to the topic. "Well, happy for you."

They walk back to the hospitality, Lando was going to spend some time there with her before going back to his mclaren duties.

The boys invited Lando to hang with them, they wanted to relax before practice day.

He can't lie that he is nervous about Magui being there with all the wags and you. He's checking on her every half hour.

"Can you leave the phone alone?" Oscar asks Lando. "Your girl is not going to be sacrificed. Relax, you idiot."

Carlos and Pierre laugh. They were all playing a match of padel, trying to spend a good time together.

"He's nervous because he doesn't want his girlfriend to know his hoe past."

"Past?" Carlos asks. "He is still a whore."

Lando frowns, offended at the comments. Oscar looks at his face and laughs. They all do, it's so funny seeing him that angry.

"Quit it." He says with an angry voice. "It's now bad that a man cares about his girlfriend?"

Carlos chuckles. "Worry about what?"

"Your girlfriend and Pierre's girlfriend ignore my girlfriend. Oscar's girlfriend only talks to her because she feels bad."

"First of all, Kika and Magui haven't talked in like a year." Pierre says, defending his girlfriend. "Second of all, they all were defending their friend. You were with Y/n in Australia and next thing we know is that you are kissing and hanging with a girl in Monaco, brought her to the races, introduce her as your girlfriend."

"To top that is the fact that you told her that you were leaving her because she wasn't what you wanted." Carlos says, hitting the ball towards Lando.

"Wait, you did that?" Oscar asks, surprised.

Lando stays quiet, confirming that he did. Oscar never really got a chance to hear the story since Lily didn't share the details you share with them.

"Fuck, you are an asshole." Oscar says, walking to where the waters are. "And that's on being nice."

"Not only that," Pierre decides to add more wood to the fire. "There was a time when he was seeing both of them."

"No!" Oscar eyes widen at the news. "Norris!"

"We weren't together." Lando says, his eyes fixed on the ball on the floor. "Plus, she knew we weren't in a relationship."

"Did she?" Carlos asks. "Did you ever talk about it? Like < Hey, just to let you know, this is just sex > Did you ever?"

Lando shakes his head, feeling a little overwhelmed with the situation. He's not one of being called out. He's always used to getting his way, but this time, his friends weren't going to let that happen.

"Didn't think it was necessary."

"But it was." Pierre says, walking closer to him. "You took her on dates, called her romantic nicknames, told her about your past, you even took her to your parents' house once. Im sorry, but in my books, that's a relationship."

"Listen, Lan. We are nobody to judge you. We have had our own situationship with girls, but we have stablish the conditions before it gets confusing."

"So, excuse our girlfriends for trying to stick with her. To them, Magui was the girl who got in the middle because that's what it looks like."

"Yeah, but she wasn't." Lando says, defending her. "Plus, thanks to her, Magui got excluded."

Carlos chuckles. "Are you stupid?" He asks in a very serious tone. Same tone that makes Lando open his mouth in surprise. "Rebe told me that it was Y/n who asked the girls to include Magui. She invited your girlfriend to her farewell party, all because she thinks Magui is not the one to blame."

"Farewell party?" Lando frowns.

"That's not important." Carlos quickly changes the topic. "She's not the problem, mate. You are."

Pierre and Oscar nodded, agreeing with Carlos words. It was very simple to understand, he was the common denominator.

"You created this, and even when she can ignore your girlfriend, she's including her at dinners. She tries to be nice to her."

"Kika told me that Y/n advised her to talk again with Magui." Pierre confess. "She told her that losing a friendship over a misunderstanding was not something they should do."

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"Are you sure you don't want a ride back to the hotel?" Alexandra asks, grabbing her bag. "We still have space in the uber."

"Don't worry," you give her a hug. "You guys go to the same hotel, and I'll call my dad's driver."

"See you tomorrow, I love you." Alex says, waving at you. "Bye, girls." She says to Lily and Magui.

You were waiting for the driver, and they were waiting for Oscar's driver. You were going to the Ritz Carlton, and they were going to the Hilton.

You were talking to Lily about her college. She was happy to share with you how she's doing. You enjoyed talking to her, she was always nice to you.

When her phone starts ringing, she excuses herself from the room, leaving you alone with Magui.

It was weird, you two don't exactly know what to say. You won't ask her about her and Lando, and she doesn't even know what to ask you about.

"So," you break the uncomfortable silence. "I heard you telling the girls about your movie. Are you excited?"

"I am, yes." She smiles. "Are you excited about college?"

You nod. "It was about time." You joke, making her giggle.

"I'm back," Lily says, interrupting the small conversation. "The driver is here. Y/n, goodbye. See you tomorrow at the paddock."

"I'm not going to the paddock tomorrow." You confess. "I'll have an early flight to Cali."

Lily pouts, giving you a good hug. She wishes you good luck. Magui gives you a quick hug and says a quick goodbye.

When Magui arrives at the hotel, she goes straight to Lando's room. She wanted to tell him about her night.

"I had so much fun." She says as soon as he opens the door. He giggles and gives her a hug, pulling her inside the room. "I think I can finally say I'm making some friends."

"That sounds great." He smiles, kissing her cheek.

"It was kind of nostalgic for the others, tho." She confesses, laying in bes with him. "It was a farewell party for Y/n. She's going to college."

Lando frowns, now understanding Carlos words. He stays quiet, listening to Magui talk. He didn't feel well, he feels guilty at all the things he said to you.

He acted as if he didn't really care. Most of the time, it was to protect himself, but this time, everybody was pointing fingers at him, and it was justified.

He couldn't sleep well that night. His mind was keeping him awake. He knows that what Pierre and Carlos said was tough, but it was real.

He checks the time, it was too early to even be awake, but he quickly moves to grab a pair of joggers and a hoodie.

He calls his driver, asking him to take him to the Ritz-Carlton. He knows that if someone was awake was you.

You have this habit of getting early and going for a run. No matter where you are, you like to make this a ritual.

He asks the driver not to tell anybody where he is. He was going to talk with Russell and then be back quickly.

He places his shades on, trying not to get recognized by the tourists that are doing their morning exercise.

He tries to move around, trying to find you around in the different people who were running around in the designated area.

After half an hour, he was ready to give up. Maybe you don't have the same routine. Maybe you don't even wake up early anymore.

"Lando?"

He turns to the voice calling him. He finds you with a frown, you were carrying your laptop and a coffee.

Something you ever had was this power of being able to find Lando in a crew of people. After what happened, you hated being able to still find the messy and non taken care set of curls.

"Can we talk?" He asks, walking closer towards you. "I'm not taking much time."

You frown, not sure what his intentions were. "I'm actually running late." You lie.

Sadly for you, he has this ability to tell when you lie. If you ask him, he will tell you how your voice is a little quieter and you don't look at people in the eye when telling a lie.

"Just five minutes." He begged. "Please."

You know you should tell him to go fuck himself and walk away. But you agree, nodding and asking him to follow you.

Mercedes has the conference rooms reserved in case they need them. They were barely used, so you know it's the best place to talk without anybody around.

"Five minutes." You say, leaving your laptop and phone on the table. You check the time on your watch. "Go."

If you know Lando, he's not a man who gets short of words. He always has something to say, something to lighten the mood or something to joke about.

"Cat got your tongue?" You ask.

"No, I-" he tries to think his words with caution. "I was very rough with my words the last time we saw each other. I know that I was wrong when I told you the things I told yo-"

"When you told me I was not enough to be with you?" You ask boldly. "Or when you told me that my father doesn't love me enough and again that I was not enough? Or both?"

"I was so wrong for that." He whispers, feeling bad. "I did everything the wrong way."

"Doesn't matter, Lando." You whisper. "Plus, your time is over." You say, grabbing your stuff and walking away.

You exit the conference room. You were tired of the conversation. You wanted to forget about what happened.

About him.

About her.

Her.

You can't help but compare yourself to her.

Gorgeous eyes, gorgeous face, an amazing body, and a smile that lights up rooms. She was everything you could only dream of being.

You hate that you think so little of yourself. You hate that even when he says you are not enough, you understand him.

That was the thought that runs through your head every time you think about it. You weren't what he wanted.

"Y/n, please." Lando calls, following you. "I just want to apologi-"

"I told you things that I never said." You turn to him. Making him stop abruptly. "I believed you when you told me I could trust you. I told you about my dad, I told you about college, I told you that I've only been with one other person."

Lando doesn't answer. He never thought about the weight of his actions on you. He never thought you were holding that much inside.

"And you told me I could trust you." You say, the resentment in your voice is evident. "You told me you never felt like this, not even with your ex. You told me you loved me after you won a race. That you wanted me to be there for you, and then you show up at my hotel room. Telling me that you found someone else, that she's your girlfriend."

"I'm sor-"

"You told me I wasn't what you wanted." You interrupt him. "< I have her now, and she's enough. >" You remind him of his words. "So keep your apologies to yourself, cause I don't need them. You are everybody's golden boy, but you are my worst regret."

🍊

You talked with him after that almost every time you were in the paddock. He will come find you to have a small conversation.

He mentioned that in his team, they didn't speak any Spanish. He explained to you that being able to speak in spanish without worrying about pronunciation or if his accent makes people not understand.

Lando and Franco had a nice relationship. They always find a way of being in the same group and finding a way of engaging in a conversation.

Lando was not a jealous person, or he so he says. He is, but he is very good with hiding his jealousy.

He trusted you. Apart from that, you always make sure to translate for him what he didn't catch.

Like when you speak in spanish with Carlos, with a friend or with Franco. You always explain what the conversation was about for him to get the details.

It's not jealousy, he would say.

It was just that when not only Franco's but his own fans are shipping the two of you. It gives him an ick that can't be erased until you are next to him.

"Flaca, pero como te va a gustar eso? No,no, no tremendo asco." Franco says, making a disgusted face. (How are you going to like that? No, that's disgusting)

"Asco por qué?" You ask him with a frown. "Me vas a decir que el queso da asco?" (Why disgustin? Are going to tell me that cheese is disgusting?)

He laughs. "No, mira, es que el queso es rico pero vos venis a decirme que te gusta uno que huele re mal." (No, cheese is yummy, but you come and tell me that you like one that smells so bad)

"O sea si, huele horrible cuando recien lo abris pero te prometo que no sabe mal." You say, trying to defend your cheese. "Pero bueno, quien soy yo para juzgar gustos Franco?" You chuckle. (I mean yes, it smells horrible when you just open it, but it doesn't taste bad. But who am I to judge your likings, Franco?)

Lando looks at you two from afar, he doesn't mind you being there with Franco. He's actually on his preparation routine, where he tries to get mentally ready for what's next.

Franco and you spend another few minutes talking about whatever. He checks the time, knowing he has to get ready.

"Mira que te voy a dar un poco de mate, tremenda merienda que vas a tener." He says, running to his team. (I'm going to get you some mate, you are going to have the best snack)

You nod, waving at him as you walk to where Lando is standing. He was talking to Oscar about some car details.

"Ready?" You ask him, grabbing his shoulders. "You guys are going to rock it."

"Yeah, kinda love feeling the adrenaline." Oscar smiles.

You give Lando a hug, you know that even when he says that he's fine. He's a little nervous inside. "All good, baby?" You ask him.

"All good." He smiles, passing his arm behind you. "Let's go, we need to start preparing."

He walks with you back to the McLaren garage, he was humming a song. You smile at that, feeling relaxed on this race. You trust him and his talent to drive the car.

You watch as he changes. The same routine, the same way to put the clothes on, the same everything. Even when he says he doesn't have a routine, he does.

"Kiss" he whispers, puckering his lips to you. You grab his cheeks to give him a proper kiss. When you separate he was smiling, opening his eyes to look into yours. "Love you"

"Love you more," you smile back, pecking him. "Go, don't want to make you late."

He chuckle, giving you one last kiss before going outside. You grab your phone and join his parents side, putting a pair of headsets to prepare for the race.

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"Since when you drink this?" Lando asks, picking the mate pot.

"Oh, I was actually trying it." You say, grabbing the pot from his hands. "Here, let me pour some for you to try." You grab the kettle and serve some hot water to the pot. "It's hot, be careful."

He looks at you with a lift eyebrow, looking back at the pot. "Thanks, but since when you become argentinian?"

"I didn't." you chuckle, using the cloth in your hands to hit his arm. "Franco gave me this yerba mate kit for me to try it, and I can't lie that it's so good!"

"Yes, I saw your story about it."

You posted an innocent story thanking Franco for the Mate. Franco teased you about being recognized as the one who introduced you to the amazing world of mate, all that in his own words.

Lando didn't really pay much mind to your stories, he was just passing them quickly. But when he was checking X he found this tweet talking about Franco and you interacting via stories.

The answers under that called his attention even more.

@francoswifu Callense que ya no es solo en el paddock (Shut up, now it's not only in the paddock)

@alpineisargentinian los re amo 😭😭😭 Lando te amo pero shippeo a estos dos (I love them 😭😭😭 Lando I love you but I ship these two)

@norrispiastriwin She's the paddock's favorite 😭 even Franco loves her and he's in Alpine 🥰

@franalpineoops Not him introducing her to mate 😭 he's really getting everybody to drink it now!

He started to feel the same thing he feels every time someone mentions how good you look with Franco. The same uncomfortable warmth that makes him want to keep you as far from him as possible.

"I'm making pasta for dinner." you announce, taking the ingredients out. "Want to help?"

He wasn't one to help in the kitchen, mostly because he was a disaster. Once you asked him to turn the oven while you took a shower. The night ended with the two of you eating a pizza from a local place in Monaco.

"I can play you the perfect music to get you in the mood." he smirks, going to his < food > playlist that he perfected especially for you. "I even added this one." he press play Le Festin from Ratatouille.

You can't help the laugh, going for a hug. "That definitely puts me in the mood, baby!" you grab his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours to kiss his lips.

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"Aburrido?" You ask him. He was forbidden from any press, so he was on his phone waiting for Pierre to finish his interviews or whatever he was doing. (Bored?)

"Buenas," he smiles, moving the chair in front of him for you to seat down. "Que tenes ahí?" (What you have in there?)

You place the brown bag on the table, right in front of him. "Te conseguí un té que sé te va a encantar." (I got you some tea I know you are going to love) you smile, seating down while smiling at him. "Lando and I visit this village and they gave us this tea, so he suggested me to gift you some."

Lando did suggested that, but ... he was joking.

You kept drinking the mate, even took it on your small trip. He can't lie that he liked it, it tasted a little bit bitter but good.

When you got there the weather wasn't the best, it changed to a cloudy and chilly weather to a cold and rainy one.

You visit this small restaurant where they offered you some tea while the food was being prepared. You mentioned how much you liked it and if they sell it to take some home.

He wasn't one to drink tea everyday, but he enjoys a good cup of tea from time to time. Even better if it's next to you while watching some cheesy movie he picked.

< "Are you going to finish yours?" you ask, eyeing his cup.

He rolls his eyes playfully, pretending to be annoyed at you. He moves the cup near you. "Have it, woman."

You smile, grabbing his hand with your free one. "Aren't you a gentleman?"

He just place his head on top of you shoulder. "Love this place, so quiet and calm."

"I love the tea." you joke, moving your head to give his head a kiss. "And I love you."

He smiles, lifting his head to kiss you properly, it was something intimate and something he wanted to never forget. "If you love the tea then let's buy some."

"Am I becoming obsessive over tea?" you ask, teasing him about him telling you that you have been drinking too much tea.

Or better say too much of the tea Franco gave you.

"Probably." he follows your joke.

"I blame Franco, I was fine before he introduce me to his tea."

You can't see it but he rolls his eyes, feeling like shutting you up every time you mention the driver's name. "Maybe take some of the tea and make him addicted to your tea."

The tone he's using is a sarcastic one, he's trying to pretend not to be annoyed. You don't notice the sarcasm, you just think that he had and amazing idea. >

So that's how you end up in front of Franco, watching him open his present.

"No, esto es una banda, me encanta." (This is amazing, I love it) he smiles, watching the inside of the bag. "Mira que hoy justo se me acabó el mate, así que si le voy a dar buen uso, eh!" (Today I ran out of mate, so I'll be using this, eh!) he smiles, leaving the bag back on the table.

"No me agradezcas, mira que fue Lando el de la idea." (Don't thank me, Lando was the one with the idea)

"This is amazing." He says, smiling so hard. "I'll thank him when I see him."

You talked with him for a while because Lando was going to be doing interviews and some videos for mclaren.

What you didn't know was that the reporters that were asking Lando questions were going to ask him about Franco and you.

"Lando, as a latina, I want to ask you if your girlfriend has shared with you some of the mate that Franco shared with her?"

Lando chuckles, he doesn't mind the question. It was annoying considering it was about his girlfriend and other driver, but nothing he couldn't answer.

"She did. It's good. It's really good." He smiles. "She now brings it everywhere with her, so thanks to Franco for it. It was really nice."

"Can we say that Franco's argentinian traditions are now taking a small place in your life?"

"We can, yeah." He laughs.

"I'm sure Franco and a lot of Argentinians are going to love to know that."

The interview continues normally with more F1 questions. They ask Lando about the race, how he feels, how he thinks he's going to place.

"No, tengo que invitarte a Argentina, ahí vas a probar un mejor mate del que te he dado." (I have to invite you to go to Argentina, there you'll try a much better mate than what I have given you)

"Le diré a Lando que vayamos." You smile, thinking about it. "Lo prometo." (I'll tell Lando that we have to go, I promise)

"Dale, dale."

"I'll go, I'm sure he's about to finish his interviews." You say getting up from your seat. "Suerte, Fran." (Good luck)

You mess his curls, walking back to the McLaren garage. You find Oscar with a weird looking hat walking towards his room.

"Don't ask." He says with no expression on his face.

You smirk, trying not to laugh. "Sure." You whisper, moving to the side to let him pass.

"Hey!" Lando says, walking just in time. "Look at my hat. It can light up." He smiles, showing you the lights on his hat. "I'm keeping it."

"What?" You ask, smiling at him. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Don't know, but I Know flo will love it too."

He grabs your hand, walking inside his driver room. He takes the hat and places it on your head.

"Looks even better on you." He says, closing the space between you in a kiss. "You taste like cherry."

"I know!" You scrunch your nose. "Your favorite."

You live for these little silly moments with him. He wasn't The Lando Norris, even when he had a lot of fans outside lining up for him. At that moment, it was just Lando, your boyfriend.

"Franco loved the gift, by the way." You tell him, taking the hat off. "He says he will thank you personally."

His back is facing you, that's why when he rolls his eyes you don't see it. "Good, I'll wait for it." He says, turning to you. "Let's go!"

He extends his hand to you. "Let's go, papaya lover." You giggle, grabbing his hand.

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"You okay?" Oscar asks Lando.

They were getting ready to film some videos for mclaren's tik tok. They were waiting for the social media girl to come get them.

"Just tired."

He didn't lie. He was tired, the last few races haven't been the best. Adding to that was the fact that you guys were having a rocky moment.

He is someone who likes to isolate himself from the world when he's going through a rough path.

You, on the other side, are Sunshine Barbie. You seek comfort on your family and Lando when something is not going your way. You search for the good side of things.

You obviously tried to make him know that you are there for him, always will. When you went to check on him for the tenth time, he snapped at you.

It also didn't help that Lando was reading tweets from haters talking about you being better with other driver than with him.

And just like someone added a cherry on top of his pile of disaster. He sees Franco's name being brought up next to yours.

< At least Franco is 18 because of his team and car, Lando has the car and experience and can't even fight for the title like a man >

When you asked if he was okay, if he needed anything before you go to the gym, he snapped.

He told you to go, to leave him breath for a moment, to go and drink tea with your so-called bestie Franco while he was a failure of a driver.

That obviously comes from a place of insecurity mixed with the jealousy that he has been hiding from weeks of weeks.

You haven't really talked about it, both of you brushed this under the rug and acted distant.

You knew that Lando was feeling jealous, however you told yourself that it wasn't something you needed to address because why feel jealous?

And he knows he should have talked about it because now that it all exploded, you are in unknown territory.

"Well, for someone who napped for two hours and woke up just twenty minutes ago, I think you need vitamins." Oscar jokes, knowing it was more than just tiredness.

"I probably do." Lando laughs.

"Oscar, we are going to start with you." The social media girl calls. "Lando, give us a few more minutes."

Lando nods, looking at Oscar and extending his arm to high five him.

"If it helps," Oscar says before leaving the room. "Flowers always fixes the problem. They love them."

Lando chuckles. "Noted, thanks, Osc."

Oscar doesn't need Lando saying that it's something to do with you. It was obvious.

If Lando and Oscar have something in common, it is that they will talk about their girlfriends like always.

So when Oscar asked where you were and Lando gave him a nose scrunch, he understood why you weren't there.

He opens his phone, reading the text you left on read. He told you he loves you and that he'll be home later.

You were not mad anymore. You were just sad he thinks that you were paying more attention to Franco than to him.

You talked to your best friend, asking her to give you her honest opinion about the situation. She gave you her honest opinion.

"Not to be on his side, definitely no, but I've seen some tweets about you and Franco that even when I know how it is, it left me thinking."

"So I just stop talking to him and quit having male friends?" You ask, exasperated.

"No, Y/n." She shakes her head. "But he was going through a lot. Reading that shit was like the drop that overflows the cup. He's a jealous person, even when he acts as if not."

"So I should apologize?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, so I don't think so. I would talk with him, you know he's beating himself enough to add you being mad at him."

You create a plan in your head. You wanted Lando to talk about what's going on in his mind.

You needed to fix the tension. You hate the fact that you two are barely talking, especially when you two share a place.

You have the speech in your head, and you repeat to yourself the words you are going to say over and over again. Thinking that maybe practicing will make you feel more ready.

You hear the front door closing, you walk to the living room, watching the front door. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a big box of your favorite sweets.

"Hey," He whispers. "Got these for you. They are your favorites."

You nod, walking over to him. You grab the box and the bouquet, turning to walk to the kitchen to leave them on the counter.

"Thank you." You whisper.

"Listen, I hate for us to be in this situation over something I did." He sighs, hand going to his hair. "I took it out on you. That was my biggest mistake. I'm so fucking sorry, honey."

"It's oka-"

"No, it's not." He interrupts. "I promise myself, I promise to you, not to take the anger of the races with you, and I failed."

You get closer to him, grabbing his hands. "Don't push yourself, I know you didn't mean to do it." You grab his hands. "You are human, you make mistakes, you are tired, frustrated, and I'm sure you won't do it again."

"Not ever." He pulls you into his arms. "Fuck, I'm sorry." He repeats. "Sometimes I got scared of my own thoughts. I get jealous, and I get these ideas of you leaving me."

"That's just stupid, sorry." You say, looking into his eyes. "I don't care if you are first or last on a race. I don't care if your chassis fails and you finish last. I mean, I'm glad you are fine. That's my priority, your safety."

"I know."

"You apparently don't because we wouldn't be here if you had that clear. Franco is my friend, I love talking to him about stupid things, like how I say avocado differently than him in spanish or when we talk about if mate is served with sugar or not. It's never about anything else. You are the one for me, noted?."

The sigh he left out was comical, it was the reassurance he needed to be able to work. "Noted." He smiles.

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You two walk hand in hand to the McLaren garage. A new week, a new race, and definitely a new mindset for him.

"Ready to rock it?" Oscar asks him. "Hi, Y/n. Nice to see you here."

"Hi, Osc." You smile at him. "Good luck today."

You walk past him to where his family and Lando family was. You talk with Flo and Adam while Lando and Oscar prepare to race.

When the two of them are changed and ready to go get into their cars, Lando finds Franco talking to Pierre.

"Norris, ready today?" Pierre asks.

"Ready to burn tires?" Franco asks, lifting his hand to high five Lando's.

"Ready to burn more than just tires." He chuckles. "Hey Franco, thanks for the mate. It was amazing, bro."

"Whenever you want, glad you loved it." He smiles. "Also, thanks to you for the tea, loved it."

Your night was ruined the moment Lando and Margarida arrived. It made some heads turn to where you were seated.

George promised you that he didn't invite Lando. What he also didn't do was make sure Carmen also didn't invite him.

"Hi everyone." Lando says, smiling at everyone. "Sorry, mate. We got busy. Hi Carmen."

"Hi, you two." She says, getting up to greet the couple. "Why don't you take a seat over here." She points to the other side of the table.

You feel Alexandra grab your hand from under the table. You look at her with a smile, trying to go back to the conversation.

"Max is seated there with Kel-." Franco says, earning a hit in the shoulder from Pierre. "I mean, seat wherever. They went to check on the baby anyway."

Magui turns her head, searching somewhere else to sit. She noticed the empty seats of Alex and Liam.

"We'll sit over here, Carmen." Magui says, pulling Lando towards the seats. "Hi, guys."

You feel a shiver run down your spine. From all the seats they could sit on. They chose the ones that are right in front of you.

Charles, Carlos, and Rebecca returned the hi. You stayed quiet, making Alex squish your hand, not letting you do it.

"I think we need another round of drinks." George says. "Norris, you both want a drink?"

"Fine by me." He smiles. "Do you want a drink, love?"

You grab your purse and get up, earning some looks from around the table. The one you can't ignore is the one from Lando.

That smirk that he has, like he knows he's winning at the < i can annoy you > game.

"Next round on me." You say, smiling at everyone. You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Alexandra, come with me to the restroom." You whisper to her.

She nodded, getting up and grabbing your hand to walk to the restroom. You walk normally, trying to act like nothing is happening.

When you can't see any of them, you speed your steps to the bathroom. You open the door and lock yourself inside one of the bathrooms.

"Y/n, get out." Alexandra says knocking. "If you are crying, I'm going to get mad."

"I'm just so mad." You open the door, your glossy eyes make Alex frown disappear. "He's enjoy this."

"Don't give him the satisfaction." Alex hugs you. "Let's apply some gloss and get out there. You, me, and Rebecca are going to do some shots."

You giggle. "Alexandra, last time we did shots, you told Charles you were getting him pregnant."

"Oh, let's go, let's go." She separates, opening her purse to take her gloss out. "C'mon, we need to get back." She says, ignoring your comment, thing that makes you laugh.

He helps you apply some gloss while you take an insta story to keep. You walk back to the table where everybody has their drinks.

You lightly tap the arm of one waiter. "Hi, can I have a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses, please?"

Charles and Carlos look at each other with a grin. They know the party is about to get better just by the look on your face.

Lando was talking with Oscar and Esteban, they were seated next to each other. Flavia and Lily were talking too, leaving Magui looking uncomfortable while looking at her phone.

"Hey, Magui." You call her softly. "Do you drink?"

The table seems to pause for a moment. Your side of the table look at Magui waiting for an answer while her side of the table looks at you like you are crazy.

"I-" she was about to answer, but Lando's voice interrupted her.

"We have an early flight tomorrow." He says, faking a smile to you.

"Oh, sorry." You say to him. "I don't recall asking you, I'm asking her." You smile. "Want a shot?"

Magui looks over at Lando. "It's just a shot, baby." She places her hand on his cheek. "But only one."

You nod, serving the shot for her. You ask Lily and Flavia who agree to have one. You pass the shots with some lemon and salt, saving the last one for Magui.

You look at Lando before passing it to her. He can't help but roll his eyes, looking away.

You all clinked the shot glasses, drinking them all. You all make a face while saying how gross it was.

"Can I have one?" Kimi asks, hand extended with an empty glass behind Rebecca's back. "Please."

"Aren't you like fifteen?" You joke with him. "Okay, but don't tell Toto. Ollie, Isack, want one?" You ask the rookies.

They look at each other, nodding to each other and then saying yes to you. You order a new bottle to make sure you had enough.

"Are we giving shots?" Pierre asks.

"I want one!" Kika smiles, winking at you.

"Me too." Franco follows.

Short after almost everybody was asking for a shot, making you order another bottle. You went around handing shot glasses and then serving the tequila.

"Magui, another one?" You ask her, purposely skipping Lando.

She nods, grabbing her shot and letting you serve more alcohol.

"Aren't you going to offer one shot to me?" Lando asks, you can see the annoyed look on his face.

"Oh, sorry." You serve Lily's shot. "Thought you had an early flight."

The dry laugh from him makes you smile even more. You were getting him annoyed and he was mad about it.

He likes to be the one in charge, not liking to be the one being played. He stands up, passing behind you and grabbing a shot.

"Well, good thing is private."

You smile, acting as if you are going to serve him. "Oops, looks like the bottle is empty. Silly me!"

You walk back to your seat, earning a high five from Alexandra. She was proud of you for taking the situation in your favor.

He shakes his head, acting disappointed, like if that was going to make you feel bad or something.

"Why don't we play never have I ever?" Pierre asks, smirking at everyone. "Let's make this interesting."

Some make a sound of disappointment, and others agree to the game. Franco takes the opportunity to help Pierre.

"Never have I ever been ghosted."

"Wait, if I have I drink or what?" Ollie asks.

"If you have, drink, if you haven't, just skip." Carlos explains.

After the first few rounds, you ask the waiters to leave more bottles around the table for them to be served every time someone had to refill their shots.

"Never have I ever fucked in the drivers room." Isack says.

"Oh kid, you never." George jokes.

Isack then takes the shot, making everybody around except for George clap in excitement. George nods while smiling, drinking the shot too.

"Never have I ever make a pass on girl that works for the team." Flavia asks.

"Wait, they are trying to expose us." Pierre laughs. Kika hits him in the arm, making him laugh even harder. "I mean, I've never."

"I have." Franco says, drinking confidently.

You can feel the happiness from the group, laughs can be heard, claps from some, some cursing words in different languages.

"Never have I ever been hated for being the first in the championship." You say, giving Oscar a smile.

Lily giggles, looking at him and waiting for him to drink. They all yelled at Oscar to drink, and he was too shy from the attention.

"Fine, you fuckers." He laughs before taking the shot down. "Now, never have I ever been jealous of the first place of this years championship." He jokes.

Pierre and Franco get up to clink their glasses with him. Carlos, Charles and Esteban laughed and drink just because. The rookies shrug and drink.

You then notice how Lando is not drinking the shot. You don't know if it's the alcohol in your system, but you open your mouth.

"Lando, your shot is full." You point, making the other drivers ask Lando to drink.

"Can't drink if I have never."

Some scuffs can be heard, some other joke about him lying, some wags laughing at the jokes.

"It's not funny if we are going to start lying." You say in a singing voice, laughing after saying that. "Here, I'll fix it for you. Never have I ever lied in this game."

The smile he has in his face is now replaced by an angry expression. He grabs the shot and finishes it.

For a moment, everybody around you pauses to look at what is happening. You can't blame Magui for her confused smile.

"Venga chavales, we all lied at some point, so drink." Carlos says, making everybody go back to the game like nothing happened.

"Never have I ever been rejected by the college of my dreams." Lando says, looking directly into your eyes.

Your smile disappears, he was playing dirty just to bother you. You told him that in a very vulnerable moment.

You told him after he found you crying about it in the Mercedes Garage. When he asked you and insisted that you could trust him. You confessed that you got rejected from college because of some controversy of your dad.

"I mean, I don't even know how I finish high school, but I'm going to drink." Franco says, grabbing the shot and drinking.

Pierre follows his lead, then charles who catch onto the situation, Carlos also drinks even when that didn't happened.

"Never have I-" Kimi starts but gets interrupted by you.

"Never have I ever lied that I was in bed sick, but in reality, I was out with someone, drinking and partying behind someone's back." You now attack, wanting to play dirty like him.

Again, the table is quiet. This time, it was hard for the ones who knew the situation. They wanted to fix it to go back to the game, but also didn't know how to.

It was a battle between Lando and you.

"If I did it behind my mom's back, does it count?" Ollie asks.

Around the table, they all were thankful that they could laugh the situation.

"Never have I ever had a situationship and catch feelings even when I knew it was not serious." Lando asks.

It was a dig on the chest, Alexandra gasped at the question. Thankfully, the music was loud enough to cover her gasp.

Some drink and some other wait for the next.

"Okay, my turn." Franco says. "Never have I ever had sex with two people the same day."

"Franco, macho." Carlos laughs.

"What?" Franco giggles. "It doesn't have to be recent. Maybe you did it ten years ago. That's like valid."

After that, some drink around the table. You wait to see if Lando was going to pick up the shot and drink it.

He looks at you straight in the eyes, chugging the liquor with a proud smile. You feel your stomach burn with anger.

"Never have I ever faked an orgasm." You say, picking the shot and drinking it.

The girls laugh, some saying that following Franco's logic, they were going to drink.

You smirk when Magui picks the shot and drinks. You obviously don't know if it's because of Lando or someone in her past.

You don't really care, you look at Lando and mouthed a < wow > with a smirk that can be seen even from afar.

"Never have I ever been someone's distraction and thought it was love."

"Merde, this game is harder than I thought." Isack says.

"Never have I ever been cheated on by my first girlfriend and cried about it to Mommy." You return the stab, airing the secrets he told you.

"This is getting out of hand." Lewis says, shaking his head.

"Never have I ever cried because my dad doesn't love me enough." Lando says, face kinda red.

This time, no comment is enough to get back to the mood. Some gasps can be heard, some mouths are open, and some heads are being lowered in order to hide the expression.

"Okay, enough." Lewis gets up.

You shake your head, hand around the shot. "Cheers." You say, elevating the glass and drinking.

Alexandra grabs your shot, taking it away from you. Rebecca's hands find your shoulders.

"Lando, what the hell?" Magui whispers. "What is going on?" She whispers to Lily, who can only give her a shrug.

You keep your eyes on him. That stupid smile of satisfaction that his face has is making your hand itch with the desire of slapping it away.

"I think we need the check." Carmen says, trying to change the topic to something else.

"No, please let's continue." You say, looking around. "We were having so much fun."

"That's enough, Y/n." Lewis says, putting his jacket on. "Let's go."

"Oh, I'm not leaving. In fact, never have I ever cried because my team always chooses my teammate and not me, even when I've been there since the beginning, all because they think I'm not enough."

"Oh, mon Dieu." Charles says. "Okay, that's definitely enough." He says, grabbing the bottle.

"No," you slap his hand away. "It's not over until Norris drinks."

Lando scoffs, grabbing the glass. "Fine. If this is what you want." He says, drinking the tequila.

"I'm done." You whisper to Alexandra.

You feel the bottle being ripped off of your hand. A very angry Lando serves the alcohol quickly to his empty shot glass.

"Never have I ever been changed for someone better, someone prettier, someone more talented and all that for not being enough just like daddy says."

He slams the shot glass in front of you. The liquor spills out by the force of it.

You don't think twice and get up, grabbing the glass of water that's in front of Alexandra. You throw the water right at his face.

Everybody gets up. Oscar grabs Lando by the shoulders, pulling him back into the chair. He wasn't doing anything but was being restrained.

Carlos and Charles both get up, followed by Rebecca and Alexandra. The others sat back and were very shocked at the events.

It all was a slow-motion movie from your point of view. Sadly, it wasn't an Academy Award deserving one. It was a very bad one.

Lewis walks over to where you are, moving your chair away. Alexandra grabs her purse and yours, telling you to follow Lewis.

Lewis grabs your arm, helping you move. You are quiet. You are not sure if it's because of what you just did or if it's because you have nothing to say.

You can hear Carlos, Oscar and George yell at Lando for what he is saying. You also take one last look at Margarida, her confused face, her blouse that has water stains from you throwing the drink at Lando.

Lily is calming her down, asking her to come with Flavia and with her. She looks at you before you leave the private area where you were.

You walk with his help to the car, the alcohol in your system is now evident. You can't walk properly and definitely can't control your words.

"Here, take my jacket." Lewis says, taking the piece of clothes and helps you to get your arms inside the jacket. "Let's go."

"Lewis." You turn to him and cry on his shoulder. "I fucked up." You sob. "You told me not to get close to him, and I thought you were wrong."

Lewis met you when you were ten. You were always there during races, he helped you many times with your homework and even gave you advice when you needed it.

When you came to him all excited with the news of Lando asking you on a date, he knew it meant danger.

He sat you down and advised you not to engage in any romantic activity, especially not with Lando Norris.

You told him it was fine, that what people say about Lando was just their opinion, that you know him and he was a good guy.

Lewis couldn't help you. Even when he involved George, Carlos, and Charles, you were still defending that what you had with Lando was not like they say.

"It's okay," he hugs you. "I'm here, it's okay."

"He told me he loved me." You whisper. "I believed him, Lewis."

Lewis can't find the words to fix your feelings even for a second. He just hugs you and lets you cry.

"Why don't you stay in my room? We can order a dark coffee and then go to sleep." He says after a while.

You nod, separating from the hug. "Thank you."

He nods, cleaning your tears. He opens the car door for you. Helping you with the seat belt and asking if you were comfortable.

You hide your head in your hands, sobbing from how embarrassing the whole thing was. Lewis patted your head, not sure how to deal with this.

You lift your head, cleaning your tears. You look up from your seat. You notice how Lando and Magui are exiting the restaurant.

You see how he walks behind her, grabbing her arm, one hand on her lower back. Your eyes follow him until you pass him.

He does the same, head turning to the black Ferrari that drives you away from the circus that you two created.

"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.

✨️✨️✨️

"Don't let me take the ball from you." Pedri says, trying to take show him how to keep the ball. "Vale no, don't push me because if you push someone on the game, they are taking you out."

"Why?"

"Bua, imagine someone comes and pushes you to get the ball. Yo te pongo una roja, chaval."

You shake your head at them, fighting over an imaginary red card. You finish fixing the food while looking at the window to see them playing.

Rosy once told you that Pedri was the same with his father. They were outside all the time playing with a ball.

"Okay, time out. You two need to eat." You call them.

Pedri and you got into a better foot. He was more talkative now. You both sat down to talk, and you decided that you need to be adults for the sake of your son.

He was now more responsive with the texts, with calls, he was better in every way. You feel like now you can actually say that he was with you in everything.

That can also is noticeable on your son, he looks more happy, more confident in different activities. It was all for the better, and you are happy with it.

"Croquetas?" Pedri asks, entering the kitchen. "My diet is really suffering, eh."

"You can eat the salad." You tease him, placing the bowl in front of him.

"Con lo ricas que te quedan a ti las Croquetas, I prefer to break the diet." He says, grabbing a good amount of food. (With how good you make the croquetas)

You smile at him. "But your mom's are better."

"I like yours, mami." Your son says, hugging your legs.

You kneel down, giving him a kiss. "Thank you, amorcito." You smile, kissing his cheek. "Now eat your lunch, you need all the energy you can get for the game."

Pedri loves seeing you parenting your son, it was so cute to see. How your voice goes from normal to this very sweet voice.

You are also so delicate with him. Always knowing what he wants or what he says, even when he doesn't understand him, you do.

He looks for you, even at his house. If he doesn't see you, he's always mentioning his Mami. That was something that Pedri always admired about you, your dedication to your son.

Pedri helps you load the dishwasher while you organize the toys on the floor. You like this Pedri, who was talkative, who was helping you and not just answering with an emoji or leaving you on read.

"Need help with something else?" He asks you, leaving the kitchen.

"Can you put him to bed?" You ask. "I just need to prepare his school bag for tomorrow real quick."

He nods, picking your son from the couch and taking him to his room. "Papi, stay."

Pedri doesn't know what to say, he can't just invite himself. "Buaf, guapo, maybe next time."

"No, today."

He can't help but feel bad, his son is used to having only you or him. He blames himself for that, letting his ego get in the way of him.

"We need to ask mam-"

He can't even finish his sentence when his son outer the loudest scream he ever heard. "Mami!"

"Ey, chaval." Pedri tries to cover his mouth. "Para, the neighbors might hear you."

You walk upstairs after the third call you son's make you. Making you wonder what is going on.

"Si?" You ask, entering the room. "Is everything okay?"

"Si, tod-"

"Let papi stay." He smiles, hugging Pedri by the neck. "Pwease."

You sometimes struggle to understand your son, he's little and still learning to pronounce the words.

But this was too perfect for you to think he's saying something else.

"I-" You begin. Clearing your throat. "I mean, it's up to you, I don't mind." You say, trying to sound normal.

He lifts his eyebrows, silently asking you if it was really okay for him to crash over for the night. You nod, letting him know that it was really okay.

"Now, let's get you a warm bath." You smile, taking your son in your arms. "Tomorrow you have school, and Papi and I need to work."

You both do the bath routine. You can't help but wonder if this is what it would've felt if you and him worked better instead of parting ways as soon as the first problem hits.

"You can stay here, or I can prepare the guest room."

"Whatever is fine." He smiles, grabbing a book to read. "Gracias, for letting me stay."

Both of you thought that it was going to be a one-time thing, maybe he won't ask again, maybe she did it to let our son have his way.

But the reality was that Pedri decided to use those weeks that there was left until the game as an excuse on why he needed to be there.

Are you going to argue?

No, you love it.

"Lunch is ready," You announce. They were out in the patio playing with the ball. "Time out, no more playing. You two need to eat."

They sound of their laughs, the extra place on the table. It all makes you feel like you got what you wanted.

"I want ice cream."

"No, mami made us some yummy food." Pedri says, making your son stop arguing. "I want to ask you something." He says, helping you with the plates.

"Aja?" You ask, concentrated on the food.

"Do you wan-"

"Do you want rice or not?" You ask, asking before serving food. "Sorry, I cut you off."

"It's okay, and no, I eat at the club." He answers. "Do you wan-"

"Mami, can I have mac and cheese?"

"Mijo, there's chicken and rice." You say, placing the plate in front of him. "We can have that for dinner."

You sat down, remembering that Pedri hadn't had a chance to tell you what he wanted to tell you.

"Pepi, tell me what you wanted to tell me."

"Oh, si." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "I was thinking that maybe we can go out to eat tonight. The three of us, maybe somewhere where he can play."

"That sounds amazing." You smile, "He has a play date, but after that, we are free."

"Vale, I'm picking you two after that." He smiles, kissing your son's head. "See you then."

You stay happy the rest of the day. You like the idea of going out, it feels like you are a real family.

You change into something comfortable, but not to the point you look like you are home. You still manage to look casual and stylish.

The play date ended quickly. After a coffee and a good chisme from the other mom, you two parted ways into the mall.

When you get home, you have time to brush your teeth and spray some more perfume. You brush your kid's teeth, making sure he is comfortable.

Pedri picked you up only a few moments later. You open the back door, placing you kid in his chair. When you open the passenger seat door, you are welcome with a bouquet of flowers.

"Estoy esperando no haberla cagado, eh!" He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Are these still your favorite?"

"They are, gracias." You blush a little. "Where are we going?"

"Remember that place near the beach we liked when we first came to Barcelona?"

"The one with those milkshakes?" You ask, already craving one. Pedri nods, smiling at your reaction. "I haven't been there in so long."

"But nothing with milk for him." He says, whispering so your kid won't hear him. "Tomorrow's the game, and I don't want him to get sick."

You can't lie that watching Pedri share moments with your kid is something else. He was something else.

You focus on enjoying the time you have with them, hearing him talk about his day, hearing him talking like he used to when you were together.

You wished the day was longer to enjoy more time together, but sadly as the day got to an end. You know you have to go back home and prepare for the important day of your son.

You thought that this was going to be a calm day. You were going to enjoy your son and his friends.

But you feel nervous, you can't help but want his team to win and pulverize the other team. Even if you are talking about kids and not adult footballers.

"Diviértete, and please don't push anybody." Pedri says, walking to the field with your kid in his arms. "Te amo."

"What if I don't win?"

"Then we pay the referee to make you win." He jokes.

"Pedri!" You hit him in the arm. "No, amor. What really matters is for you to have fun, papi is just joking. We are not paying the referee."

"Vale, ve ahí y chuta." He says, putting him down and pushing him to go with his friends. (Go and score)

You find his parents and brother on the corner of the field. You sit with them, talking about what the expectations were for this game.

You really don't care if he wins or not, even tho a win would be amazing. You can say that he might have a very competitive gene on him. After all, Pedri can't help but want to win everything.

The game was slow, the first half was fun, but it wasn't really much to say about it. Pedri takes mental notes to help the team, calling your son over.

"Vale, do you see those kids?" He asks, turning your kid and pointing. "They are the guys that are supposed to defend, but they run with the rest. I want you to take the ball from that other kid and run as fast as you can to the goal and score."

"But if I fai-"

"If you do, then you do it again. Don't be negative about it. You have some of me in you, so I know you can do it."

He sends his kid back to his group. He knows that even if he loses, he's going to be the proudest father.

"Some of me in you." You chuckle at his statement. "He's all you, your smile, your eyes, your accent even."

"Aren't we both from the same place?" He asks, smiling. "But he has a lot of you. Your stubbornness, your crazy eye and that weird mark on your-"

"I hate you." You frown at him. "Not me saying cute things, and you saying I have a crazy eye." You say, pretending to be mad.

"Ah vale vale, we were supposed to say nice things." He lifts his hands. "Bua, I'm bad at lying." He teases you.

"That's it, you are in time out." You point at him. "Your punishment is to get me a snack over there."

Rosy is watching the two of you. She's happy that you two are finally taking over the role of parents instead of coparents.

She knows that she was out of line when she scolded Pedri about how he was, but she now sees that it was all worth it.

"Mira que si chuta y no le pega ya tendremos pa calentarlo." Fer says at you. "Maybe he's like you and Pedri when he loses, and he kicks mom's favorite flowerpot."

You remember the flowerpot. Pedri got subbed after what he called a bad performance. He was frustrated, and when you took him home, he kicked the flowerpot so hard it crashed over other plants.

Pedri arrives with your snack, passing his arm around you. "Can you believe he's old enough that we are at his football games and not the other way?"

"It's crazy," you say, feeling nostalgique. "Time does flies."

The second half starts, the game continues 0 - 0 to the dislike of everyone. You spend the rest of the game hoping for a change.

It was also about to end, only a minute or less on the clock that was placed on the grass.Pedri calls the name of your son, making signals to do what he was told. He nods, running to get the ball from the first kid.

You can't help the emotion, neither could the other parents. Yelling at your boy to run and to score.

"Chuta, joder!" Fer yells, making someone's mother correct his language.

The whole side of your team yells in happiness when the goals go in. You jump happy, hugging Rosy.

When you turn to where Pedri is, you feel two hands grabbing your cheeks. It was Pedri smashing his lips against yours.

You wrap your arms around him, too happy to care about the reactions of his parents and too into it to care that the game was over.

You two separate, smiling like crazy at each other. You go back for a peck, already missing his lips.

When your son runs to where you two are, Pedri let go of you, picking your son. He's telling him how proud he is and how happy he should be that he scored the winning goal.

You hug the two of them, giving your son a kiss on the cheek, telling him that he was amazing and that he was a champion just like his dad.

You look to Pedri, the look on his faces is not compared to anything. You haven't seen this, not even when he won everything that season.

"I love you so much." You say to your son. "I love you both so much." You smile at Pedri, getting closer to him, joining your lips in a kiss.

Gavi

"Vale, mira." He says, pointing at the goal. "You need to kick the ball there."

He places the ball in front of her, checking that it was aligned to the small goal he has at home.

"Papi, I'm tired." She argues, tired of playing football.

"We will, but first kick the ball."

He picks her up from the grass. Placing her in front of the ball. His daughter looks back at him, turning and going back to the house.

"Ey ven acá. " He says, going after her. "Let's go, one more time, and we are over."

"I'm tired, papi." She repeats.

Pablo hears the doorbell, walking outside to open the door.

"Sorry I'm late, this took more time than it should." You say.

"Come in." He says, moving to the side. "Can you believe she can't score one single goal?" He asks, frowning. "She got your feet."

"Okay, that's rude." You say, giving him a hit on the head. "I told you she doesn't like football, Pablo."

He scuffs, walking inside. "Mami's here."

She runs to you, giving you a hug. "You are so red." You say, noticing her flushed face. "Papi is making you kick the ball?"

She nods, pouting at you. "I want to go swimming with Sebas." She says, making Pablo turn his head to where you are.

He wants to ask, especially since < Sebas > is not a girl name.

"Oh, Pablo. I have the papers you asked me to bring. Let me get them." You smile, walking back to your car.

Pablo took his chance, he walked up to his daughter. "Doll, who's sebas?"

"Mami's friend, he has a big pool." She smiles.

Pablo frowns, turning back to his backyard. "I have a pool." He points at the pool.

"Si, but he has a big unicorn on the pool." She smiles.

He frowns. "I can get you one, two if you want." He kneels in front of her. "You just have to promise me not to go swimming with him anymore, because if you do, the unicorns on papi's pool are going to be sad."

She nodded, excited about the flooties he promised.

"That's my girl." He smiles, walking outside with her. "Now, let's try kicking the ball one more time, yes?"

You watch them both play outside, leaving the papers on the counter. You take your phone to answer some texts.

You didn't have anything else planned for the evening, so you were fine with watching Gavi and your daughter play.

You walk outside, seating at one of the pool chairs he has. You can't help but laugh at how funny he looks frowning when your daughter missed the goal for the third time.

"You know what, let's get you some ice cream." He says, frustrated.

He walks with her in his arm. Telling her that maybe they can try practicing another day. He knows he's maybe a little bit too hard on her about the football thing.

He wants to have something more in common with her. She has a lot of things in common with you, and football might be the only thing he can share with her.

He knows that this past weeks his schedule was too busy, not allowing him to visit her or to do more than just FaceTime.

For him, it's important that when she is visiting. She's having fun and that she enjoys being there.

"Eat your ice cream, I have to talk to mami." He says, pressing play on the movie. He walks over to where you are, seating next to you. "Did you have fun today?"

You turn to him. "I mean, would you consider doing essay research fun?"

"Ni de coña." He frowns. "I want to ask you something."

You nod, leaving your phone and paying attention to him.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You blink a few times, trying to process the question. "No?" You say, sounding more than a question. "Does it matter?"

"I just, she's saying that she loves going to this friend of yours because he has a pool, and I just." He pauses, not sure how to organize his words. "I don't want other dudes in her life. I don't want another dude teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I'm her dad."

"Well, Sebastian is my sister's boyfriend." You say, making him feel dumb. "And he is not teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I don't have anyone because I'm focusing on college and on her, but I'm not saying that if the opportunity comes I'll deny it just because you fear she might get help with her homework."

"It's not about the homework." He says. "I just don't want any other dude near my daughter."

"So I have to be alone just because you don't want her to have any male contact appart from you?"

"You don't need to have anybody, joder. I'm here for the two of you. If you want to be with someone, be with me."

You don't expect Gavi to be the one to say that. You and him haven't been together romantically since before the baby was even born.

Your sister always told you that it was pretty much dumb to have hopes to go back to a relationship with Gavi.

He was a footballer who had girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the biggest footballers in Spain at the moment.

"Papi"

You feel like your daughter could read the desperation of your thoughts and how you can't figure out how to answer.

You follow Gavi with your eyes as he goes inside the house with your daughter. You take a few more minutes before going back inside.

"Pizza or burgers?" Gavi asks her.

"Me?" She asks, making him nod. "Pizza."

"You still like the half veggie half full meat with extra cheese?" He asks.

You smile. "I actually haven't had that in so long. The last time I had it was with you, actually."

You can't help but feel excitement, he wanted you to choose him. To be together and raise your daughter like a family.

You wish you could make your sister know what happened, like a broadcast thing where she's able to hear and see that Pablo was the one finally giving that step.

< "You think that Pablo and you can be a what?"

"Can you not laugh?"

"Y/n, why would you ever think a 17 year old boy would want to get serious with the girl he got pregnant?"

"I not saying that it has to be right now, but mayb-"

"Maybe in 10 years? When you notice you gave a big part of your youth to a boy who's never going to be more than just the father of your child?"

"I think that maybe someday we can be a family." >

Maybe this is your someday.

"Next week I'm going to be in Milan, but after that I was thinking maybe you can let me have her all day this sunday?"

"Sure, I can drop her." You smile, eating a slice of pizza. "Maybe 9?"

"That works. Escuchas princesa? Pasaremos todo el domingo juntos." (You hear that, princess? We are going to spend all Sunday together)

You can't help but feel butterflies on your stomach with him now saying that he can be the one for you.

Your mind works at a million percent the whole week, you can't help but feel like everything he does or says is a signal.

Your daughter insisted on speaking to him because she refused to go to bed without saying I love you to him.

"Vale, now you need to sleep." He says, turning the light on the nightstand off. "Look, even I'm going to sleep."

Gavi was in Milan, the team was coming back in the morning because they wanted to give the team the day in Milan before coming back.

You grab the phone from her hands, walking to the balcony so you won't bother her. "She's off, thank you."

You and Gavi have been talking at night for a couple of nights in a row. It was becoming something you were looking for at the end of the day.

"My mom was at my house the other day, and she almost killed me when she found out she still sleeps with me in my room."

"If you are giving her a room, please don't paint it with the barca colors."

"Que va, I wanted to ask you to help me decorate it. Maybe a bigger bed than those kids ones, so you can crash for the night."

You can feel your smile grow. "We can talk about it when you are back."

You say goodbye, hanging up the call. You can't seem to drop the smile you have. Nothing was going to make you doubt that this was going to the way you wanted.

You know that you should wait and test the waters, but you have waited three years. You'll be fine trusting.

When Sunday finally hit, you woke up earlier than normal. Got your child ready, letting her watch a movie while you got ready.

Since Pablo was going to spend the day with her, you thought it would be an amazing idea to join them.

You have this plan in your head that with you joining Pablo will notice that you are compromised with the idea of him being back in your life.

You got yourself ready, putting on some nice clothes, doing some makeup to enhance your features, and doing a little bit more than just brushing your hair.

"Vamos, amor." You call her, turning the tv off. "Papi is waiting."

The whole drive feels quick, you have the best mood. You sing with her in the car to some of her favorite songs, making it the best of it.

"Okay, don't forget your doll." You say, fixing her hair before walking to Gavi's house.

You let her knock on the door, she was also happy that she was going to swim with him. You waited for a few minutes, knocking again because maybe he didn't hear it the first time.

You were on the third time knocking when the door opened. You would have preferred to see a sleepy Gavi or maybe for him not to open the door.

You have to wait a few minutes before answering to her. The shirt she had on was the same one you picked for his past birthday, the same one your daughter gifted him.

"Where's Pablo?" You finally ask.

"Oh, he's inside." She smiles.

You fake a smile, knowing she's not the one at fault here. "Can you call him over? Please."

"Sure, wait here."

You nod, watching him get inside the house. "Hey, bubs." You say to your daughter. "Why don't you go to the car? Mami forgot that papi wanted me to take you for breakfast before coming here."

She nods, you open the car door for her. Telling her that you were only going to take a moment and you'll be back to her.

You turn, finding Gavi looking at you. "Seriously, Pablo?"

"Joder, perdona. I got caught up last, and she was supposed to leave before you dropped her." He explains, making things worse for himself. "She's leaving, I promise."

You roll your eyes, wanting to smack his head to bring some sense into him. It's crazy how he can be so childish in the worst moments.

"I'm not doing this." You say to him.

You should know better than to be disappointed. You should know better than to feel like this was your fault.

"I'm taking her for breakfast, I'll text you when we are done so you can pick her up at the restaurant. Please take a shower and change the sheets."

"Why can't you leave her?"

You scuffed, shaking your head at how stupid he sounds. You walk over to your car, not feeling like explaining the obvious to a boy.

"Pablo." You call him before entering your car. "I don't want you to ever mention that you are < here for me >, okay? You are her dad, and I love you for that, but whatever game you are playing, it's over."

Ferran

"Why do teachers hold meetings so early?" He groans, reading the note his daughter gave him. "Why do I need to be at a 7:30 meeting with her kindergarten teacher?"

"Sucks to be you, huh?" You smirk. "It's not a meeting, you need to pick her report card."

He doesn't argue anymore. Knowing that no matter what he says, he's not winning.

"Oye, venga, why does Mister Puffy get more tea than me?"

"You ate Mister Puffy's cake."

"Pero hombre, he offered it to me."

You shake your head at them, enjoying how Ferran argues with the bear about eating the imaginary cake.

You grab your wallet and Ferran car keys. Walking to where they are, he looks comical.

The chair he's using looks like it's about to lose the fight. The tiara on his head matches the tutu on his hips.

"Do you want anything from the store?" You ask him, fixing the tiara.

"Maybe some carrots and some celery, please." He says, hand on his pockets to get his card. "Amore, do you want anything?"

"Juice." She smiles. "Pwease."

You nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back with dinner, love."

You fix her tiara, moving some of the hairs away from her face. If you love something about being a mom, it's being a girl mom.

"Can I get a kiss?" Ferran asks, trying his luck.

You turn to him, getting closer and grabbing his chin, knowing that if you let him, he'll get advantage of the situation.

You place a kiss on his cheek. You can't lie that you want more, but for now, it's all he gets.

"I'll be back. Don't burn the house." You smile, getting up. "No cookies or snacks while I'm gone. It's about to be dinner time." You warn him.

While you are gone, Ferran keeps playing to the tea party. He even got Mister Puffy to be unnivited after he drank all the tea.

He can't lie that he feels happy. You agreed to move to the house he bought you, being much closer to where he is, even agreeing to let him stay.

He got a three bedroom house, thinking that you would agree to let him stay on the spare bedroom you got.

But no, the couch he picked himself was his own torture. You purposely left the spare room not ready, wanting him to suffer a little bit more.

He wasn't going to complain. The fact that you even let him stay after bedtime was enough for him. The physio can help with the back pain later.

"Papi, I'm hungry."

"Well, me too." He chuckles, making the little girl frown at him. "You look a lot like your mami when you do that."

Thankfully for them, you walk back carrying a supermarket bag and a bag from the Chinese Restaurant you know Ferran loves.

He gets up to help you with the bags, using the opportunity to steal a kiss from you.

"That's rude." You say, moving away tying to hide the blush. "Let's go wash our hands, princesa."

You like having Ferran around more than he used to. Thanks to the small distance, he can spend more time with you two.

After dinner, he took care of getting your daughter ready for bed while you organized the pantry and clean the kitchen.

When you are done, you walk upstairs, finding Ferran reading some princess story. You knock on the door, catching his attention.

"Your blanket and pillow are ready downstairs. Also, if you need towels, they are in her bathroom if you want to take a shower."

He rolls his eyes, "You hate me, that couch is killing me."

"Try to sleep early, we need to be on time tomorrow." You smile, moving to your room.

After making sure your daughter was asleep, he went to the bathroom to take the glitter off. He changes into his clean pijama you place in the bathroom for him to change.

As much as he tries, he can't sleep on that couch. The size was a problem, the roughness of it, the cushion was to stiff.

The other problem was that if he wanted to join his daughter. The small bed wasn't much of a better option, yes it was more comfortable but not big enough for two people.

He grabs his pillow and blanket, moving upstairs to your room. He opens the door carefully, trying not to be loud.

He moves you a little to wake you up. "Five more minutes." You mumble, turning to the other side. He tries one more time, tapping on your shoulder. "What?" You ask, opening only one eye.

He can't help but laugh. "Can I sleep here?" He says with the biggest puppy eyes. "The couch is killing me."

You are too sleepy to care. Nodding and moving to the side to let him into the bed.

He knows he might get kicked out, but it's worth the try. Joining you in bed and wrapping his arms around your body.

You don't argue, feeling the warmth of his body comforting, or maybe it's his lips kissing your shoulder what's relaxing.

"Can we skip tomorrow?" He whispers in your ear.

"No." You whisper back, hearing him curse under his breath. You smile at that, enjoying the warmth you need from him.

You can't lie that he wasn't exaggerating when he used to mention that you were the reason he didn't felt like leaving the bed.

All those times he told you to give him more minutes before training is now turned to you. When you begged him to give you five more minutes, grabbing onto him to make him stay in place.

Now you are suffering from the consequences by being a few minutes later than you should.

"You are here!" You boss and friend say. "I thought you called sick. We had three people doing it."

"Oh no, I was-"

"I don't care, it's you, and I forgive you." She smiles. "Can you take care of the three year olds? I know that's where your daughter is, but I swear I can't stand the blonde mom that's there."

"Will do. Do you want me to just do it in general or one by one."

"Whatever is fine, did Mister ball came?"

You pointer towards the lined up parents. Ferran was holding your daughter while checking his phone.

She gives you a look, making you laugh as you walk into the class. You decide to call one by one.

It wasn't that long, all you have to say was, < Oh, your kid is such angel. Here's a golden star for them >

Ferran was the last one, you know that he was doing that to tease you. When he gets there with that big smirk on his face you can't help but smile.

"Señor Torres," you say, grabbing the report card. "Nice to see you here."

"Oh, my pleasure."

"Well, she's been doing her work in class, she's attentive, she's a hard worker. Wonder who she got that from."

You expect him to pull this praise speech on how she's so like him. "She's like her mom. She's the smartest, nicest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. If I can say something about her is that I'm proud our daughter is like her."

You know that it might not be the place, but you don't care. You grab his face, giving him a kiss.

"Let me take this to the principal, and we can go." You smile at him.

You grab the few report cards that were there. Giving it to your friend and telling her that there was nothing else for you.

She was okay with you leaving, as soon as there were no more parents in the area where you should be, there's no need for you to stay.

"Okay, I'm free." You say, joining them in the entrance. "What if we go for some breakfast and maybe later we can go to the store, I need some boxes."

Ferran grabs your hand, confused frown on his face. "Boxes?" He asks.

You nod. "Yes, I need them to pack the toys and everything." You explain, opening the car door for him to place your daughter on the car seat.

"Why do you want to pack them?" He asks, buckling the girl. "Where are you putting them?"

You smile at him, sometimes you wonder how he's that mindful on the field. "That way I can bring them home to you."

Fermin

"Papa."

Fermin looked up from his seat, he was entertaining his son with painting. "Wow, that's beautiful."

You had this very important project that needed your full attention. Having no other option but to ask Fermin to help you while you finish it.

It was the last project you had of the semester. After this, it was going to be easier for you to concentrate on your child.

It's been two weeks, and you are finally about to finish it. After all the stressful nights and stressful times you put Fermin through.

He was happy to help, even offering to move to his house while you worked on the project. It was easier for him to return from training and pay full attention to his son.

"Want to see mine?" He asks his son. "Mine has a son on the corner." He points to the smiling sun.

He knows he's not the best at entertaining babies. That's why when he's out of ideas, he calls his mom.

His mother makes a plan for them to do, a walk on the beach of Barcelona, a nice evening at the park, swimming in the pool.

You don't worry about what they are doing, you know that your son is secure. You trusted Fermin with any activity.

"Why don't we get you cleaned." He smiles, picking him up. "Then we can take a nap, cause honestly I need one."

"Mama"

"No, amor. Mami is busy right now, and the soonest we leave her alone is the soonest it takes to finish her work."

You hear how Fermin says this to your son. You decided to take a break, a much needed break.

"Hola, guapos." You say, hugging Fermin's back. "I missed you."

"We missed you too, mami."

"I heard you talking about a nap," you smile, pinching your son's cheek. "Can I join?"

Fermin turns, giving your head a kiss. "That sounds like a plan."

You love how Fermin gets to take care of everything. Even when the plans changed in the last minute.

He never argued about it, he just supported you.

You all moved upstairs, ready to take a well-deserved nap you all were craving. Fermin, and you don't share a room, he wanted to give you your space.

But for special occasions like this one, you all share a bed to be more comfortable. That also felt right to you.

You can't lie that these past weeks you felt the luckiest person. Not only was he helping you to an extent not every father feels like doing.

But he's also the type of guy to take you food to the room where you are studying, he takes you coffee, tea, a snack, dinner.

You worked better when he was home because he would make his mission to entertain his son to the point you have enough time to work and to even take a quick break before taking over.

When you get to present your project, you feel nervous because what if it was wrong? You don't want to disappoint everybody.

Fermin texted you a picture of your son and him, wishing you all the best. "We trust you, mami. No matter what, you are our star."

You feel the confidence taki g over you again. You know that no matter what, like his texts read, he was going to be there for you.

You walk home, bag on your arm. You can't wait to take the heels off and to put something more comfortable.

"Hey!" He calls from the kitchen. "We are eating our snack, want some?"

"I was thinking that maybe we can go out later." You say, walking to where he is.

"You okay?" He asks, worried about your blank expression.

You shake your head, trying so hard to hide your smile. "More than okay, I'm fantastic. The professor loved my project so much."

Fermin smiles, getting closer to you. "I'm so proud of you. We both are." He says, giving your cheek a kiss. "You hear that, buddy? Mami got her project approved."

"So, do you want to go out to celebrate?"

"Joder, I more than anything want to."

You both finish with the snack, moving to your rooms to change into something more appropriate for the evening.

You kept it casual formal, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual. It was the perfect middle.

Fermin got a call from his mother, trying to check on him and the baby. She knows sometimes he oversleep, so she's making sure they're awake.

When she hears the news about your project, she gets happy. She likes you a lot and she's always happy about your achievements.

"Okay, talk to you later, kiddos." She says, waving at the camera. "Love you, have fun."

You wave her back, moving one arm of your kid to say goodbye too. You love the small laughs that come out of him.

You order some food, talking about his day. What's next for him in the season, what's next for the next season, everything basically.

"I was wondering something." He says, leaving the fork and knife. "I know that this project is over and that maybe you want to go back to having your own place."

You nod, not because you agree but to show him that you were paying attention. You can't lie that being together was fun.

"I want you to move permanently to my house." He drops the bomb.

"Are you sure?" You ask, scared that maybe he's just used to having you and not because he really thought about it.

"More than sure, I know that I want to have you both with me at all times." He smiles, grabbing your hand. "I also want to ask you something."

"Tell me, you know you can tell me anything." You smile, thumb caressing his hand.

"I want us to try being together. I love you and our son. We are young, yes, but I know that if we both want to, we can do this."

You smile, moving your hand from his. You close the distance between you two, giving him a kiss as an answer.

"I want that, Fer." You smile. "I love you."

"And I love you, guys."

"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.

"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."