𝟬𝟭𝟮 stressed out

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IT WASN'T A GOOD first week back for richarlison. though he was glad that everyone was supportive of him and andrea, he still felt overwhelmed. he always did. and on top of that, he had to struggle with fitting family bonding on top of his schedule.

most days, he would go to training and come back at 10pm at night. andrea wasn't really bothered by this as she knew he was working hard for their new family.

before they got married, they wouldn't see eachother for days on end, which was fine even for richarlison as he had nothing to worry about, but now that he was married and had a baby on the way he couldn't help but think of the worst.

andrea knew how to calm him down. giving him back massages and words of affection and encouragement.

"it's okay, i'll be fine,"

"don't worry about me,  just focus on your carreer,"

"you're doing great,"

but somehow, on this random friday during midnight, he came home at this hour.

andrea called him about once or twice to see when he would come home. and she waited near the kitchen counter for 30 minutes waiting for a reply.

"tsk, no reply? what the fuck?" she questioned, starting to worry. her eyebrows knitted together as she started typing.

as soon as she did, she heard the door unlock.

"mio dios," she started, "where have you been?"

she was a bit sceptical about what happened and crossed her arms.

richarlison went up to her and hugged her as he started to break down in her arms.

her grasp instantly held his as he sobbed quietly.

"shh," she tried to calm him down, rubbing his back with her touch.

he pulled away wiping his eyes.

"my phone died, i forgot to charge it last night and i wanted to text you but i forgot because i was training all day and then i forgot emerson picked me up instead of me driving-" his slurred explanation getting stopped by her warm kiss.

"it's okay, i understand," andrea's words warm, almost like a hug.

she held him by his shoulders, not wanting to take them off.

"don't worry," she sighed, "i always tell you this. i'm fine with you not being her sometimes."

he stared into the distance as he sat down, his knee immediately bumping up and down. she stopped it with her palm, keeping it there.

"i'm so sorry, you were probably really worried," richarlison mumbled.

"well, yeah i was. but you're more worried," she joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

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