𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, pedri

❝ argumentative, antithetical dream girl. ❞
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Paul El Helou is officially the cutest child ever. I've been watching him the whole day since we picked him up from the airport, and I've never fallen more in love with a kid.

Olive got called up at her office, despite the fact having taken officially twenty days off for vacation. There was an emergency with the I don't know what, it was too complicated to understand.

She left about thirty minutes ago, leaving me alone with Paul. He was bored of playing video games and wanted to play outside in my 'immensely huge bigger than his house' garden.

We have a small goal post in the corner so him and I have been playing one vs one for the past ten minutes. The kid's actually got some pretty awesome skills. LaMasia could really be a big deal for him.

He runs with the ball with passion and dedication all the time, despite the fact that we're just having fun and he keeps laughing at all times.

I've let him score all the goals and scored myself only once. After each time he scores, he turns to me and does my celebration that consists of putting my hands over my eyes like a pair of glasses, as if to tease me.

I just laugh over the fake angry face I make, pretending to be irritated by his winning score over me.

"Bayda!!!" He yells right now after scoring in between my legs. He runs around me in a circle as he places his hands over his eyes.

I try to keep my smile away. "What's Bayda?" I ask him. I think it may be the first Arabic word I ever hear  only once and am actually able to pronounce it again.

"It's what we say when we pass something in between someone's legs." He explains, stopping his run to talk. He's a little out of breath but powers through with excitement.

I'm thinking that word means something more dirty than he think it is. Olive's not gonna be happy with that either.

"Okay..." I chuckle, looking at his little brown eyes. They're exactly like Liv's. They both have the same exact, kind of almond shape.

He's like an exact copy of her. He even has her dimples. Her hair is a little darker but apart from that, he's in fact the tiny boy version of her.

Appearance wise at least. He's always smiling and laughing, never mean at all. Maybe he'll grow to be, but for now he just has her soft side.

We continue playing, both of us enjoying it. I am actually really enjoying. I skipped the second half of training this morning to be able to meet up with Liv and get him, he's making me feel like I am actually now continuing training.

It's not much that we're doing but we are running around in a small space, shooting the ball and trying to take it away from each other. Just as some of Xavi's games.

"Well, hello, babysitter Pedri." Paul and I both turn and see Isabel, leaned on the door with her arms, looking at us with a smirk on her face.

Paul smiles widely, "Isabel!" He yells out before running over to my sister. She bends down a little before greeting him in a hug and lifting him up as she stands back up properly.