it all started with their first date, where pedri had found out how much y/n loves flowers; any type of flower, whether it be big, small, pink, blue, anything she adores it. it was a part of nature and flowers had always brought her positivity and happiness - ever since she was young, her father used to buy her flowers everyday, when he'd come back from work.
when she told him that, pedri thought it was so sweet and adorable, and since then not a day went by where y/n wouldn't receive a flower from him. they were always together most days so when she would greet him with a kiss to his lips, he would greet her with a flower held between his fingers.
and y/n was always such a blushing mess. she couldn't hold back the shyness that seemed to overtake her emotions whenever her boyfriend would reveal another flower to her. pedri would sport that famous smile he always flashed around and y/n would melt right on the spot because how is he real, and so handsome, and so hers.
how is it that he cares so much about her that he carries on her fathers little tradition of bringing her flowers everyday? how does he remember to get one everyday? how does he just know what flowers she would be in the mood of receiving today?
these were all questions that ran around in her mind when this started to become a daily thing; about six months into their relationship.
"it's because i love you." he answered, with a sneaky smile on his lips, one evening while they were lounging around on the couch.
she huffed and dropped her head onto his shoulder, "pedriii, answer the question properly." she whined.
"i am! what, i can't bring my girlfriend flowers everyday just because i love her?"
"you can but- it's just.. how do you remember to bring them every single day?"
his smile then turned into a grin and he leaned forward, planting a tender kiss to her forehead.
"it's because i think about you every single day."
and it just became their thing yet she wouldn't have it any other way.
however, when pedri had to leave for a week with his football club, y/n was quite devastated that his little flower hobby would be put on hold. accepting her fate and after staring at the small bouquet of lilies he had given her just before he left a few hours ago, y/n went to bed with a loving smile on her face, thinking about him.
•••
it was a sunday. the one day where she could rest and sleep in and do whatever she wanted for the day with no excessive chores to rush to get done. the one thing she didn't want was the doorbell ringing at eight in the morning, when she was just enjoying a quite nice dream about her boyfriend, who was currently miles away from her.
she didn't get up on the first ring, still trying to grubbily rub the sleep out of her eyes. it rang a second and third time and she groaned out of annoyance before frustratingly padding her way to the front door.
she opened it and there was a woman with a bright smile on her face. god, it was too early for this she thought, whilst trying to tame her messy hair.
"hola!" the woman grinned.
"hola." y/n gave her a tired, tight lipped smile before her eyes fell on the bouquet of roses she held in her hand. her brows furrowed and then she was being given the bouquet.
the woman didn't say anything as y/n confusedly took it from her hands and then she was walking off. the girl stared at her figure retreating down the hallway, and when she turned the corner, y/n came back in and closed the door.
"weird." she mumbled. her eyes fell onto the little card tag attached to the brown paper, a small white tag with a light pink heart on it. when she noticed the handwriting, she instantly knew. there was no denying it and her heart practically leaped out of its place.
flores para mi señora, it read in his familiar, scruffy handwriting. (flowers for my lady)
her lips pulled into a pout and her whole body buzzed with warmth. there was no way he actually did this, planned this just for her.
her fingers excitedly opened the card and her eyes took in every single curve and letter of his words.
did you think i would stop just because im miles away from you right now? i love you, mi amor. it's been a day but i miss you so stop crying and text me right now.
she laughed to herself, of course he knew she would tear up at the sight of this. he could read her like the back of his hand, even when he wasn't here.
she was blushing, crying, laughing whilst holding the little card close to her chest and staring down at the gorgeous red roses. he continues to amaze her every single day and her love for him just keeps on growing, she can't handle it all anymore.
with a heavy heart, teary eyes and messy hair, y/n runs to her room to grab her phone and text her boyfriend. the bouquet of roses still in her hold, she already knew she'd be receiving a lot more over the next week and she couldn't wait
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