The Secret - Alexia Putellas

35.

Thank you Eliza!!!
Don't forget the little ⭐️

"¿Perdón?", is the only response she got from Alexia's mother, since none of them was able to understand a word being said.

Except Erin, who obviously knew exactly what the athlete was talking about.

"We got married", Alexia repeats, similarly quiet and nervous as before, her knees almost giving up as she slides onto one of the bar stools, still clutching Erin's hand tightly.

"You what?", Alba gasps, her eyes widening in shock as her jaw drops.

Alexia lowers her head in shame. Hating the fact that she was completely tongue-tied in this important situation.

Turning her head to Erin, she silently asks the blonde to let them know what she meant, glancing up at her wife with a worried expression.

"Alexia?", the older blonde repeats, slightly louder this time, attempting to snap her daughter from her trance.

But Alexia failed miserably.

She couldn't speak.

"Alexia and I got married today", the blonde says, her hands trembling as she mainly looks at Eli, whose stern expression has not changed since Alexia spoke up.

Alexia's mother was visibly speechless.

Silence fell over the room.

"Madre?", Alexia breaths, gripping the blonde's hand tighter when she felt her mother's eyes threatening not only her, but also her wife with scowls.

All of a sudden, Eli shifts her gaze to Erin. Her facial expression sinister.

Shit.

"Erin. A word, please", the older woman finally says, breaking the silence with harsh, clear, and stern words as she picks up the knife, causing all the younger ones to anxiously follow her movements, before Eli hands the knife to Alba, gesturing towards the chopping board.

The therapists' breath hitched.

"Please finish that", Eli states, her words sounding more like a command than a request at this point.

All Alba does is nod, reaching for the knife and begins to chop, while her mother approaches the therapist, grabs Erin's cold, trembling hand, leading her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

The blonde swallows.

Had she really messed it up now?

Unlike earlier, Erin was really nervous now. Even more nervous than she had been this morning and during their wedding. Right now, she was the one feeling as if she was about to pass out.

Never releasing Erin's cold hand, Eli leads her upstairs.

"I'm... I'm really sorry, Eli", Erin mumbles, breaking the uncomfortable silence as they approach Alexia's childhood room, the older closing the door behind them as she gestures for Erin to take a seat on the bed.

"What are you sorry for?", Eli wonders in a calm and gentle voice as she approaches Erin, positioning herself in front of the blonde with her arms crossed in front of her chest before looking down at her.

"Um... I... I know it's ... um ... fast. It's just...", Erin stammers, her heart pounding rapidly inside her chest as she stares up at her mother-in-law, her lips trembling.

"It's just... what?", the older woman asks sternly, raising an eyebrow. Her gaze causes an ice-cold shiver to run down the blonde's spine.

The room suddenly felt so small.