Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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The morning sun peeked through my curtains, reminding me that Pedri's birthday was just one day away. My apartment was already buzzing with excitement as the Barcelona players had shown up early to help set everything up for tomorrow's surprise party. Valeria, Mikky, Ansu, Gavi, Lamine, and Balde had taken over the living room, hanging up decorations and organizing everything.

"Luciana! Where should I put the balloons?" Lamine shouted, holding a bunch of blue and red balloons in his hands.

"Over there, near the window," I called back from the kitchen, trying to stay out of the chaos as much as I could.

Valeria laughed from the corner as she was taping up streamers. "It's going to be such a good surprise, Lu. He'll never see it coming."

"I hope so," I replied, smiling.

Once everything was nearly set, I left them to handle the final touches and headed over to Pedri's apartment. I knocked lightly before the door opened, revealing him in his casual, laid-back style — a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He grinned, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw me.

"Hey, you," Pedri greeted, leaning against the doorframe before pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I mumbled into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

We walked inside, and before I knew it, we were sitting on the couch, lost in conversation about everything and nothing. As we talked, I noticed his hand moving to rest on my thigh, his touch light and teasing. One thing led to another, and soon, we were tangled in each other, making out on the couch.

"Luciana," Pedri whispered between kisses, his hands slowly tugging at my shirt.

My heart raced as I responded in kind, my fingers slipping under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. We were dangerously close to crossing that line when my phone buzzed. I groaned internally but ignored it for a second.

"Maybe you should check that," Pedri murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.

I sighed, reluctantly pulling away and grabbing my phone. It was a message from the Barça group chat.

Balde: Hey Luci, Come to Camp Nou! We're doing a little friendly competition with all the players, wives, and kids!

I let out a frustrated breath, staring at the message. Pedri looked at my phone over my shoulder and laughed.

"Cock-blocked by the Barca group chat, huh?" he teased, sitting back on the couch.

"Looks like it," I said, shooting him an apologetic look as I fixed my shirt. "We've got to go."

Pedri sighed but grinned. "Alright, let's go. This better be good."

When we got to Camp Nou, the stadium had been transformed into a mini playground for a friendly match. It wasn't just the players – all the wives, girlfriends, and children were there too, making it feel like a giant family day. The laughter and chatter filled the air as everyone gathered on the pitch.

"You're late!" Gavi called out, waving us over. He was already suited up in his Barça training gear, a grin plastered across his face.

"We got held up," Pedri said with a smirk, throwing me a look.

I rolled my eyes and joined the rest of the group, where Ter Stegen's wife, Dani, was helping organize the teams. They had split everyone into two groups. One team had more of the players, and the other team, which had more of the girls, lucked out by getting Ter Stegen as their goalkeeper.

"Alright, let's do this!" Ansu clapped his hands together, full of energy as always.

The match started off lighthearted, with the kids running around and the adults just having fun. I was on Ter Stegen's team, along with some of the other girlfriends and wives, and we were doing surprisingly well thanks to his saves. The other team, with no official goalkeeper, was struggling to score.