🎶 PUNTO G — Quevedo 🎶
Today was Barca's last home match of the season, they were playing Rayo Vallecano and a win was expected and needed, to secure second place and next year's Supercopa qualification. I had come over to Pedri's after breakfast with Sofi and Blanca and they were currently in the garden, playing some football.
"Pedri, please take it slow..." I warned him, he couldn't risk anything and I didn't want him to show up in the doctor's office at the training center having to admit he was injured because he was trying to impress his stepchildren with cool tricks and flicks.
"Mami is no fun today" he sighed at my daughters and they both giggled. So he sat down on a ball and watched Sofi dribble past her sister, giving her tips and correcting her posture. If she went on like this she could debut in a senior team at ten years old. Lamine Yamal who? I decided to get to the kitchen where Fer was scanning the fridge for lunch ingredients.
"You need any help?" I asked.
"You could cut the vegetables" he said and pointed at the onions and tomatoes on the counter. I washed my hands and got to work.
"It's going well with you two" he said and smiled as he saw his brother laughing with my daughters.
"It is" I replied, smiling at the scene too.
"Could you imagine... ever marrying again? Marrying... him?" he asked and I tilted my head with a grin on my face.
"He definitely asked you to ask me that" I chuckled.
"No, I think he's not even that far yet, he's just enjoying the moment" he replied, laughing a bit too.
"Yeah, it's what I'm doing too. I think we'll see when the time comes" I sighed, not really having thought about the future too much. For the first time in my life, I was just living in the spur of the moment, seeing where it would take me.
"WE'RE HUNGRY!" Pedri shouted from outside, with Blanca on his shoulders, who had just dunked a basketball into the net.
"Be patient! 30 minutes!" Fer shouted back and we bustled through the kitchen to not make the poor, famished three people outside starve even more. We enjoyed the warm weather as we ate our spaghetti outside, joking around.
"Oh look, mami found Pedri's legs!" I laughed as I pulled up two spaghettis. The girls didn't quite catch the joke, but Fer snorted out loud while Pedri didn't look amused at all.
Unfortunately, it was soon time to leave for Pedri after we had finished eating, as the match started at 7pm. So I laid down Sofi and Blanca in the guest room for a nap, for them to hopefully make it through the game without any tired breakdowns, before joining Pedri in his bedroom as he was choosing something to wear.
"No, no, no, it's summer, you can't wear all black" I protested as I saw the long, black, skinny jeans with a black Off-White t-shirt on his bed.
"Please. Go ahead then" he said and rolled his eyes, pointing at his closet.
"You'll look so good tonight after I'll choose your outfit, the fangirls will go nuts" I giggled to myself, while he laid down on his bed in his boxers, holding up his head with his hands on its back.
"Ouf... this is not fair..." I said and threw back my head when I saw that sexy pose.
"If I provide an assist tonight, will you let me try anal?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"No way you just asked like that..." I replied and looked at him with an are-you-kidding-me?-face.
"I know you want it too, I knew you liked me fingering your ass a few nights ago" he said in a soft, deep voice as he stood up and hugged me from behind, kissing my neck.
"You're a midfielder, assists are the bare minimum you should provide on the field" I shot back and wriggled myself free from his touch, taking out a white t-shirt with a small print over the heart area from the closet.
"Fine. One goal?" he asked and I raised my eyebrows.
"Two and you can do it tonight" I replied.
"Two goals? When the hell should I have time to shoot them? I won't even be starting!" he protested.
"It's two or nothing!" I chirped and pulled out some light slouchy jeans to go with the t-shirt.
"Here we go, Mr Platano" I said as I pushed the clothes into his hands and leaned in to peck him on his lips. He was off shortly after and I started praying that he wouldn't score tonight. Literally everyone else was allowed to, just not him. Shortly before 6, Fer drove with us girls to the stadium and we walked to our seats.
"Prediction?" I asked him.
"3-0, Pedri scores one" he said and my heart started beating faster.
"I'm saying 2-0, Pedri with an assist" I replied, praying that I was right.
