You are my mums (a Lucy Bronze fanfic) - Book 2

Chapter 1 - Content

A/N - first chapter! Please let me know what you think of it x

Rosie's POV

"I can't imagine anywhere I'd rather be..." I said contently while looking through my sunglasses onto the glossy blue water only a few metres away. Lucy chuckled beside me, "I take it you like Barcelona then?". Grinning at no one in particular, I stated, "I love it. Amazing food, incredible weather and beautiful girls". I added the last bit on jokingly, but there was definitely some truth in it. Even though I couldn't see them, I could almost guarantee that both Keira and Lucy rolled their eyes at the end of my statement.

We arrived a few days ago and since then it had been non-stop busyness. Many of the boxes had been unpacked, with the help from our new next door neighbour, Isabelle. She was a fairly old woman, in her late-sixties at least, who lived alone. Despite her age, she was still extremely active and a big help when I was unable to lift things due to my back injury. We were also very thankful that she spoke good English allowing us to communicate with her easily.

The language barrier had been probably the most difficult thing we had experienced so far. When buying a new car, Lucy thought she ordered a white one. But when we went to collect it, they had a black one prepared for us. Luckily they accepted that we didn't understand a word of Spanish and allowed us to exchange it for the colour we wanted. Multiple other exchanges like that had occurred and it only made us more determined to learn the language. It seemed respectful that if we lived there, we should at least try and speak a bit of Spanish. Lucy had begun to pick it up fairly easy, but the only word I know so far is 'hola' which means hello. Despite only knowing one word, I try to use with everyone I possibly can. The other day, Keira said hola to a woman in a shop, who presumed she was a Spanish local, and began to have a full conversation with her. All Keira could do was nod her head enthusiastically - as if she understood every single word the woman was saying. We left the shop very confused and a little bit embarrassed. 

Keira and Lucy had a training session later in the afternoon and I was going to join them for physiotherapy with one of Barcelona's physiotherapists. We joined a path that eventually led to our house, but kept the marvellous beauty of the ocean in our sights at all time. Keira asked me, "how are you feeling about this afternoon?". I turned my gaze onto her and replied honestly, "a little bit nervous". Lucy spoke positively, "I'm sure everything will be fine...I also heard that Alexia Putellas is doing her rehab in the same part of the building. You might see her". I responded sarcastically, "great, I'll be sharing the gym with the Ballon d'Or winner". They both laughed lightly and Keira tried to reassure me, "don't worry about it, she's lovely". 

After our short walk in the basking sun, we all did our own thing when we got back to the house. Lucy went to facetime Keira's parents, purely just to see Narla. We had decided that Narla should stay in Manchester until we were fully settled in and had a solid routine. I felt sorry for Narla who's family had all just moved countries and she had been left behind. However, we were hoping to bring her across after Christmas which was less than two months away. Me and Keira settled on a sofa, endlessly scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch.

This was my first time ever going to a different country and I was determined to have a noticeable suntan. Lucy suntans very easily, it almost seemed impossible for her to burn. Keira was the opposite, she burned as much as Lucy tanned unfortunately. I was somewhere in the middle, in the past few days I figured out that as long as I wore sufficient suncream, a gradual, natural tan would appear. Just like most mothers, Lucy was paranoid about me getting burnt. Almost every few minutes she would ask, "do you have suncream on?" or, "do you want me to get the suncream for you?". I appreciated her concern, but it was now becoming a family joke where me and Keira could predict when she would ask her favourite questions. In October, the Barcelona weather was perfect. Not too hot, but hot enough to tan and wear shorts and a t-shirt comfortably. If this is the weather in Autumn, I couldn't wait for the summer.