The Secret - Alexia Putellas

41.

Thank you Eliza!!!

About an hour later, the couple returned home, completely exhausted. Whilst Erin was more concerned about her wife's mental condition, which wasn't evident right now, Alexia was focused on her wife's physical well-being.

"Here, let me help you with that", Alexia offers and reaches for her wife's jacket from behind, who carefully pulls her splinted arm out of the sleeve.

"Thanks", the blonde smiles, bending down as a small, excited dog rushes their way to welcome them back home.

"Hola, princesa. ¿Como estas?", the blonde grins, while Alexia puts away the jackets and sets her sports bag aside.

"Be careful with her, Nala. Mama's injured", the brunette warns as she plops down on the couch, fumbling her phone out of her pocket.

"My arm hasn't been amputated, love. It's just sprained... oh, don't you think we should rather head straight upstairs to bed?", Erin suggests once she realizes her wife was already holding her phone.

She immediately feared Alexia might see the news. Perhaps it would be better to wait until tomorrow.

Pouting, Alexia glances after Erin as the blonde heads upstairs with Nala in tow, shooting the athlete a demanding look.

She should just come upstairs with her wife.

With a sigh, Alexia tosses away her phone and follows Erin upstairs. Although she didn't really feel like sleeping yet. As usual at the end of a match day, no matter how exhausting it was, the Ballon D'Or winner was far from tired.

Once upstairs, Erin didn't even notice Alexia curling up in bed by her side. Completely exhausted from the day and worn out from the painkillers she was given, the therapist immediately passes out with Nala in her arms.

It wasn't until Erin suddenly heard a loud noise from downstairs a few hours later, that she startled.

At the abrupt movement, Nala starts barking immediately, hops off the bed and races down the stairs, while Erin sits up, alarmed, and flicks on the small lamp on the nightstand.

She quickly discovers the absence of her wife and the fact that the comforter next to hers had been perfectly made.

Where was Alexia? Did she not go sleep?

"Ale?", Erin yells nervously and jumps up, quickly slips into her silk robe and hurries down the hallway and towards the staircase.

There was no need for the blonde to descend the stairs to realize what was going on.

The blinds were down. The music volume was on full blast. The television was running. All of the sports equipment the couple owned was scattered around the ground floor, and amidst all the chaos sat a panting Alexia Putellas, staring at her sports watch while taking heavy breaths.

Holy shit.

The athlete was so focused on her breathing that she didn't even notice her wife walking past her and towards the stereo system to lower the volume. It wasn't until Alexia positioned herself to start her eighth round of burpees, that she was unexpectedly startled to see a completely disheveled blonde standing right in front of her.

"For heaven's sake, Erin! You scared me to death!", Alexia puffs out, again glances down at her pulse watch, while her wife stares at her critically.

"What are you doing here?", Erin wonders, hands on her hips, a brow raised.

The blonde grabs the towel and approaches her wife, who dabs the sweat from her forehead and neck. As she does so, her hazel eyes never shift from Erin.