4th February, the day you get to celebrate the life of your soul mate. If there is one person you are grateful for in this world, it is Alexia. From the day you met her you knew you were meant to have her in your life. Now 10 years later you thank the universe for that day. 
"Feliç Aniversari mi amor" you whisper into Alexia's ear. 
The Catalonian sun had just started to peak through the blinds in your bedroom but the birthday girl showed no signs of waking up, she was way too comfy in your arms. 
"Alexia" you place a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear "it's your birthday, time to wake up" 
A small groan let's you know she is slowly waking up. Her hands move to squeeze yours, which are wrapped around her waist. 
"Bon día" she turns so that she is facing you. 
For a few seconds the two of you stay silent. It is something that happened in specific moments. You took the time to appreciate one another. 
"It's my birthday" a small grin appears on Alexia's face "and you have a game" the grin falters slightly. 
For the past couple of years the two of you would spend the day together doing whatever adventure you had planned but this year that couldn't happen. 
"It is and I do but I still have a a couple of hours before we have to leave. I'm thinking I make you some breakfast then we take Nala for a walk, how does that sound?" It wasn't what you usually did but it was the best you could offer. 
She hums in response as she buries herself deeper into your arms. 
Alexia watches you get ready for the game and enjoys the show that you playfully put on for her but she notices that you put on a pair of training pants instead of your game day shorts. It was definitely a first. 
"What?" You ask when you see Alexia eyeing you up. 
"Trousers? You always wear shorts no matter where we play in world, never mind Barcelona" Alexia was suspicious and you knew she would be but luckily for you, you had a plan. 
You proceed to pull your trousers down and given the fact that you are yet to put a top on it left you in nothing but your underwear. 
Alexia shakes her head and looks at her watch contemplating whether of not she has time for a little bit of fun. 
"Pull them up Y/N. We don't have time" Alexia says. 
"There's plenty of time for that later" you continue getting ready with a smirk on your face knowing that you had gotten away with it. 
A few hours later and the team heads back into the locker room after finishing the warm ups. 
"Does she know?" Mapi asks at she points to your locker. 
"No" you hold your shirt up and admire the changes the the kit man made upon your request. You never thought you would do this but Alexia had a habit of being the reason for you doing things you never imagined. 
When you lead the team out to the field you have the pre match jacket on but your shorts were on show. Alexia sat in the stands with the other injured players and you hoped that she wouldn't be able to tell from that distance. 
"I think I've found one of your birthday presents" Jana nudges Alexia. 
Your girlfriend tries her best to figure out what the younger player is talking about but it isn't until you finish taking the team photo does she see it. 
There on the back of your shirt was your last name but you didn't have the number 7 you are known for, instead was the number 11. An homage to her. 
Like every other home match this season you look up at Alexia just before kick off and place your hand over the Barcelona badge. This time though you point to the 11 on your shorts then at her. 
The blush that fills Alexia's cheeks in uncontrollable. The small act means a lot to Alexia and it does to you too, it's like you have part of her with you on the pitch. 
When the final whistle blows you shake your opponent's hands and wait for your girlfriend to come down to the pitch. Bruna is talking to you about the goal she scored which you assisted and you are so focused on her that you forget about Alexia until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. Knowing that you will most likely want to have a moment alone with your girlfriend, Bruna leaves and goes to Jana. 
"A goal, an assist and you ditched your 7 for my 11" Alexia recaps the match. 
"Do you like it?" You ask her. In a way it was a public display of affection. The whole world knew the reason why you changed the number and more so because of what today is. 
"I do. Will you be giving it to a fan?" Alexia asks. 
It wasn't abnormal for you to give your shirts away after matches. Whether it was because you wanted to or because you saw a sign asking for it. 
"Is that your way of asking for my shirt?" You ask Alexia and she nods her head "now?" Again she nods her head. 
You pull the shirt over your head as slowly as possible. It is almost like you are doing a strip tease but you having to keep it PG13 given the people around you. 
What you don't expect is for Alexia to remove her coat and put your shirt on. 
"What do you think?" Alexia ask as she twirls around. 
"The 11 suits you" you hold out you hand to lead her back into the tunnel. 
"Anything else?" Alexia asks. 
You knew what she wanted you to say. 
"The last name looks good too" you are shy as you pay her the compliment but it didn't make what you said any less true.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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