It's been days since I've seen Pedro because of his trip to the USA but today I'm gonna see him at practice again. My dad dropped me of because he needed to be in the neighbourhood for work. As I walked into camp titi I saw him. He was juggling a ball. His gaze was focused on the ball, his tongue out his mouth in focus. Little drops of sweat forming on his forhead. This man is a God. For now on I'm not a atheïst anymore! I dropped my bags an literally ran at him. 'PEDROOOOOOOO!' While jumping on him, I wrapped my legs around his hips, grabbing on for dear life. Arms wrapped around his neck, face burried against his hair. He hugged me back, one arm around my waist and the other one underneath my ass to support me. ' Ola hermano!' Pedro said. I could feel he's smiling. I needed to see his smile, the smile I caused. I lifted my head from his neck to face him, still hanging on to him like a koala. I faced his dark brown eyes that once again put me into a trance. His smiling wide. His lips...moisturized by sweat and saliva, so kissable. But I can't. Instead I bring my head back to his neck where I leave a kiss. It's unbearable looking at his sweet dispotion without intrusive toughts hitting my mind. About how I would rail him right there, right then. He squized my waist causing me to look at him. I drown in his eyes. Even his crooked, spanish nose is perfect in my vision. And there it is, that little spark, that moment you look into eachother ryes and it just feels right. You feel this is meant to be. Has he felt it too or was it just me? And then like always our beautiful little moment ruined by our teammates. 'Awh the little baby has found his mommy!' Ferran exclaimed. I let go of Pedro, who took his water bottle to take a sip. 'To make it clear he's not my mommy, he's my daddy!' I shout like a little child. Poor Pedro almost choked on his water. He's coughing beside me. Our teammates looking absolutely shocked. Faces white like a ghost. Then they all start laughing. 'Omg I didn't mean it like that guys!' I scream stomping my food like a toddler wich made them laugh even harder. Sergio who probably didn't now what it meant what I said, came closer to Pedro who was still dying beside me, he patted his back. Xavi came onto the field. A extraordinary scene in front of him: Pedro dying, Sergio almost beating the shit out of his back to get him back alive; Ansu, Ale and Pablo Torre rolling on the ground from laughter, Eric who is seaking support by Ferran so he won't drop to the floor also, Robert and Jordi with tears in their eyes from laughing more at the scene in front of them then the comment and me... Red. Bright red from discomfort. Xavi blinks a few times before shaking his head in confusion. 'I'm not even gonna ask...' he spoke quietly. 'I'm pretty sure I don't want to know'. Ferran tried to speak in between laughter: ' Pe- Pedro, Bhahahahahah is Pablito's daddy! BAHAHAHA!' Dude was literally out of breath. Xavi looked even more confused, wich caused the teammates to laugh even harder if possible. ' Like I said don't need to know...' Xavi was shocked. 'Let's start training, there are some important matches infront of us. One more win and were Laliga champions! We can play champion at Espanyol, the club of some of your national teammates like Joselu. But on the field in a few days we won't show any mercy! The title is ours!' Xavi tried to say as confident as possible after the whole situation with the team. 'Fati, Balde and Torre get your asses up and start training!' 'Okay daddy!' Pablo Torre said, wich resolved in a kick against his ass by Xavi himself. 'One more word and I will bench you for the rest of the season!' Xavi exclaimed. 'It's not like he played a lot anyway!' Ale added. And again the whole team burst put in laughter. Omg the team is goofy today. I don't know if it was because of our goofy mood, but Xavi absolutely drilled us with exercises. I'm absolutely drained. I was even to tired to shower here, I'll just shower at home. Pedro was planning to do the same thing. 'You need a lift hermano?' He asked sweetly. ' if it's not a problem?' I asked. 'Come on, ofcourse not!' I got into his car. I always loved how his car smelled. It smelled like him. I was so tired, I rested my head against the window. I didn't even feel myself doze off, but I fell asleep. Awaking by two strong arms lifting me up. I open my eyes looking directly at his mesmerizing eyes. I want to get out out of his arms, a little embarresed that he is carrying me. On the other side I would stay in this position for the rest of my live. But I try to get out off his arms, sleep drunk without a lot of force. 'Shhhhh daddy's taking care of you baby!' That asshole laughed. 'Very funny,' I bearly brought out because of the sleepiness. 'Why am I even at your place pepi?' I asked. 'You fell asleep and there was no one home at yours. I couldn't bare to wake you up. You were sleeping like a sleeping beauty.' He chuckled. He just call me beautiful. I'm dying, please someone call 112. I realized once again how exhausted I am, and just lay my head against his chest. Not even carring about anything. He drops me at his couch he on the other side. Just us watching tv, on a wednesday afternoon. But still one of the most precious moments I could imagine. Me and Pepi.
