Chapter 35

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Mónica's POV

The last few weeks of the season are tough. I am very busy recording my album and I barely get to spend time with Pablo. And Pablo...he is not doing as well as he wants everyone to think. He still refuses to talk to his parents and it feels wrong they won't be here to celebrate the first La Liga title their son has won. After all the sacrifices they made for him to get to this point...it's not ok. But there's a lot that isn't ok in this situation.

"Mónica! Come here a second".

I see him posing with the cup and I move to where he is so we can both pose together with the trophy.

"Wait until your dad gets to hold it. He'll go mad".

"Yeah".

Pablo's laugh makes me appreciate my parents even more. They haven't adopted him, of course, but they are working overtime to make him feel better. And they are here, ready to celebrate with him. It might have been a bit hard when they found out the lie but it seems like it never happened at the same time. Like they've just always loved Pablo as if he was one of their own.

"What are you thinking about?", asks my mum when it's just the two of us.

"That Pablo's parents should be here. And it's my fault they aren't".

"Mónica, it isn't. They decided to behave the way they did. And they now can't fault their son for acting like this. They pushed him away".

"You would never do that to me, right?"

She caresses my cheek and smiles. "I know we've spoiled you. I know we might have made things harder for you because of how we raised you. So overprotected".

"You did nothing wrong".

"Thank you, but we did. Still, all we did was because we thought it was the best way to protect you. We would never do anything to push you away from us. Not on purpose. I wouldn't be able to cope with you not speaking to us, Mónica. You're everything to us".

I start to tear up and I hug my mum. I'm so lucky to have her. To have them. Because my dad is just the same.

Speaking of the devil, he reaches our table and sees us hugging.

"Are you two ok?"

"Yes, honey. Just telling our daughter how much I love her".

"Can I join too?", he laughs.

"Can I?"

I lift my head to see Pablo next to us.

"Of course, golden boy. You're part of the family. You know that".

Pablo smiles, but I can see my dad's words making him think about his parents refusing to consider me as part of their family. But he just joins in the hug. And when we separate, my parents excuse themselves to leave us alone.

"I can't believe I'm dating a La Liga champion".

"That literally meant nothing to you a couple of months ago, but I appreciate the words".

I laugh and get up so I can sit on his lap instead.

"I'm really proud of you, you know?"

"Thank you, it means a lot that you are".

"And I can't wait to go on holiday just with you. Only the two of us, no family, no events, no paparazzi...it'll be perfect".

"It will".

Gavi's POV

After the rush that was to win the league, it's time to get ready for the holidays. Mónica and I are going to a little island and no one is going to know about our destination. Manu, always on our side, told us to just take some photos that we could post when we are back. But he is going to make sure the press thinks we are far away from our real location.

I've asked him many times if there is a way to terminate our contract, and he says he hasn't found one yet. A part of me doesn't feel right with the contract still being on when my relationship with Mónica is the most real I've had in my life. But we'll manage.

"Pablo! We have a problem!"

Mónica's words wake me up from my daydreaming and I run to her bedroom to see what the problem is.

"What's wrong?"

"My suitcase is too heavy but I need all of these things".

"How heavy...Jesus!"

She wasn't exaggerating.

"I'll take things out. Even you can't lift it easily with those big muscles of yours".

I look at my arms and smile. My muscles are far from being that big but she's just adorable. I go closer to where she's looking at the suitcase, deciding what to take out, and use said arms to wrap them around her waist, slightly lifting her from the floor.

"What are you doing?", she laughs.

"Using my strong muscles".

"I said big, not strong. You can't even lift the suitcase. Go back to the gym".

"As long as I can lift you to take you everywhere with me, I'm good".

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