Therapy Session - Alexia Putellas

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Thankfully, without the need of Erin telling Alexia anything that had been going on at the meeting with Emma and Austin, the Chelsea therapist could make it to the airport just in time to catch their flight to Barcelona.

Somehow, Erin felt like she was going home.

With the ocean and small hills around Barcelona coming into sight, the blonde not only felt excited, but also comfortable with coming back to Spain.

How she missed the sun.

"Are you okay?", Emma asks from beside Erin, who was staring out of the window, while the coach sips on her cup of black tea while reading some sports magazine.

Of course she was.

"I'm good. Great, actually. I just realized that I'm coming back to Barcelona for the first time since I left so quickly", Erin breathes, goosebumps rising on her arms when she turns her head, eyes locking with Emma's blue ones.

"And are you excited?", Erin's future boss asks with a curious smile on her lips.

"I am. Somehow... it feels like I'm coming home", the blonde shrugs, not believing her own words when she watches the plane prepare for landing.

Barcelona. Sounds like home.

While Erin was getting ready for the appointment with the Spanish Federation, Alexia made her way into the Barcelona Rehab for some early morning treatments.

"My favorite patient!", Martha cheers as soon as the midfielder comes into sight, the black haired woman just approaching the door to her therapy room when Alexia arrives.

"Liar", Alexia chuckles, knowing that there were some more patients that Martha was spending a lot more time with.

Yet, the two of them became really close in the last few weeks.

"Whatever. Ready for treatment?", the therapist asks, unlocking the door to her room when Alexia was already on her way inside, putting her bag pack down on the small bench that was placed next to the door.

As always, Alexia takes a deep breath before making her way towards the therapy bench.

Even though Martha was a great therapist as well, Alexia never stopped thinking about her and Erin getting to know each other in exactly that room.

Martha changed to this one after Erin left.

And every time when the Barcelona captain steps inside, she couldn't help but miss her lover even more than she already was.

It would've been so different if here could still be there.

"So ready", Alexia mumbles, taking off her shirt and pants, before taking her place on the therapy bench, laying on her stomach.

That's when meanwhile, Emma's and Erin's flight had arrived at the Barcelona airport.

When the both of them were just on their way through the tunnel and towards the passport control, Emma's phone suddenly starts to ring.

"Emma Hayes", the English answers the call immediately, following slightly behind the blonde, while Erin was the first to show off her passport to the security guard.

"Oh. Don't worry, Sir. It's no problem at all. We'll just postpone that meeting to the afternoon", Erin hears Emma saying, the blonde looking back over her shoulder when the coach just looks at her, shrugging.

"No worries. My assistant and I are in Barcelona for the whole day, anyway", Emma says with a friendly, yet as always convincing voice before ending up the call.