You rolled onto your side and felt a familiar pair of plump lips on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. You softly groaned and opened your eyes slowly.
A pair of beautiful gray eyes stared at you sweetly.
"Buenos Dias Amor."
He muttered groggily. You smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw.
"You're up early.."
"It's a great morning. It's our first off-season morning we've had together in a long time."
You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist.
"It is, isn't it. How would you like to spend our first off-season morning Bartra?"
He gave you a small smirk and you slipped your thigh around his waist, straddling him. He chuckled and placed both hands on either side if your waist.
"I was thinking breakfast, but if you had this in mind."
"Only if you're not too tired to pull out." You replied, placing a kiss on his nose.
"What if we didn't pull out?"
"Marc, we could get pregnant."
"Yeah, that's what I mean..let's have a baby y/n."
You glanced down at him, this was probably just a high feeling from Barça's recent wins. Celebrating leads to wanting more. You wanted Marc to be the father of your kids and you want to spend the rest of your life with him. But you weren't so sure it was exactly time.
"Marc, I don't know."
You slumped a little,
"Why don't you know? I feel like I'm ready to be a father. I know there will be times when it will become difficult for us and the baby but I really want us to have kids y/n. We've been married for over a year now."
"Marc I'm not doubting your ability of being a father..Amor I know you would be an amazing father. I'm scared that I won't be a good mom."
Marc glanced up at you with sympathy in his eyes,
"Amor, how could you think that? You're so nurturing and kind."
"I don't know, it's just I would never forgive myself if I messed up."
He slipped both hands onto your cheeks and smiled,
"That's the point of messing up learning from your mistakes, we'll learn and grow together."
You contemplated and glanced away, "Do you think we're ready?"
"Nobody is ever ready but I know I'd rather be not ready with you than with anybody else."
You giggled and he whispered seductivley; "Let's start right now.." Marc smirked and gripped your waist as he sat up and flipped you onto your back....
A few weeks later...
"Okay so the pink plus means you're pregnant right?"
"Yeah, I really think I am. I was throwing up really badly this morning."
Marc unwrapped the pregnancy tests and glanced at the plastic cup on the counter. He lifted it up and asked:
"Is it suppose to be warm?"
"I believe so."
"It's super warm.."
He placed the tests in place it back on the sink, washing his hands and sitting on the side of the bathtub.
You sat down on the cold tile floor and stared at him, you couldn't hold back the giggles that escaped your lips. The tension reminded you of your first date.
He glanced up at the cieling then glanced back at you.
"Wonderful weather we're having." He exclaimed sarcastically.
"So what would you want it to be?" You asked trying to pass the five minutes that were feeling like hours.
"I want a boy, but I would be equally as excited to have a girl. How about you baby?"
"I just want it to be healthy."
"Awe I sound like such an ass now."
You giggled and gave him a confused look.
"Listen, you're the nicest guy I know.The reason I married you Having a preference over the gender of our possible child is okay."
"I would maybe like a boy. Just the idea of having someone to pass on the talent. I can still pass it on to a baby girl but still..."
He stood up and looked into the cup, keeping a distance.
You smiled as he placed it onto the sink face up.
He washed his hands and glanced at you, you smiled and stood up peering over his shoulder.
All the pregnancy tests had plus signs.
"Holy cow, we're having a baby."
You muttered wrapping your arms around his waist tightly.
Marc smiled and turned to wrap his arms around you.
"Baby Bartra is on his way."
