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📍 Etihad Campus Tagged: rubendias mancity On Wednesdays we wear pink 🩷
kylewalker 😂😂😂😂😂😂 user1 Our wedding when, Ruben? 🥰 erling We have to take away the prize for Worst Dressed from Rodri and give it to Ruben user2 Wasn't that coat from Zara Woman a few seasons ago?? 🤔🤔 Replying to user2: user3 Ruben I swear if you have a gf 🔪🔪 jamescorbyn8 Uhm
"Look who's late!" Bernardo chuckled, standing in a corner of the gym next to Rodri. "I... overslept" I muttered, getting straight to stretching. "You sure this has nothing to do with you getting a late night doctor's visit?" Rodri teased me and grinned, having the time of his life. "How the hell do you guys know about this?" I huffed annoyedly.
"Know about what?" Johnny asked as he walked over to us. "Ruben had a lady visit last night" Bernardo informed him. "Nothing new" Johnny muttered and I shot him a glare. There hadn't been that many. "No, no. This is girlfriend material" Bernardo replied and Stones raised his eyebrows. "Really? What does she do? Influencer?" he asked curiously. "Doctor" I simply replied, getting on a bike.
Stones almost laughed. "Way out of your league, bro" he chuckled. "Definitely out of his league" Bernardo underlined. "How do you guys even know about this?" I asked him and Rodri. "She went to have dinner with our girls and they finally persuaded her to make a move or nothing would ever have happened" Rodri huffed. "Great, the last thing I needed was you guys meddling in my love life" I scoffed annoyedly. "No meddling. Just.... Poking in the right direction" Bernardo corrected me.
I just sent them a glare and moved on to the next exercise, putting all of my efforts into executing it effectively, as I had already lost enough time this morning. Our last training session on the pitch before the game tomorrow went well and I felt ready to tackle our toughest opponents. After showering, I dressed in some fresh gear, ready for physio and another round of gym later on.
"Hey... Um... I don't know how to say this..." Bernardo mumbled as he sat down next to me at lunch and I looked at him surprisedly. He rarely stayed. "I think you should talk with Sophia" he said and I raised my eyebrows. "What about?" I asked. "Have the talk, you know?" he tried to explain, which only confused me more. "Which talk?" I asked. "You know... the talk where you check that you're on the same page before jumping into something serious" he replied and I almost spit out the food in my mouth again.
"Are you serious now? She just had enough courage to make a move after getting really hurt, and now I have to drive her over like a truck with a serious talk?!" I asked, questioning his sanity. "I know it's... maybe much. But imagine this goes on for two months and you fall in love so deep, before finding out that she... maybe never wants to get married!" he replied. "I wouldn't care" I huffed. "You say that now. But trust me, you don't want to retire and have nothing to look forward to the day after hanging up your boots" he countered and I sighed, because deep down, I knew he was right.
"I'm just scared of ruining something that I've wanted for so long and now was finally in my reach" I muttered. "And I'm sure she's on the same page as you, but you should get it out of your way rather sooner than later" he tried to encourage me. I debated on whether to do it before tomorrow's match or not but now that Bernardo had already put the idea in my head, I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold those thoughts off any longer.
Ruben Hey, can we talk tonight? 😘
Hopefully the kiss emoji made the message less dramatic but she didn't reply for four hours and I started getting stressed. I had done double my workout load, but didn't want to triple it, not so shortly before a match. So I went home and started sorting out clothes from my closet, that's how clueless I was about how to kill time. And it only got worse after she said that she could come over after work. What should I do? Cook something? Talk before eating? How did this even work? With my ex... I don't know, we just started dating, but I was just twenty at that time and at another stage in life, I guess.
And then, the doorbell rang. I hastily ran over there and opened up. "Sorry for being late, but I was in desperate need of fresh clothes" she chuckled nervously. I hadn't even noticed that she was late, that's how nervous I was about overthinking the talk ahead. "Erm... You want something to drink?" I asked her, mostly because I needed something to try calming myself. "It's the talk, right?" she asked as she followed me to the kitchen and I turned around to her surprisedly.
"You've been wanting to talk, but sent a kiss emoji, so it's not a bad talk, but still on your mind enough to do it now." she sighed and I was once again surprised by how easy knowing me came to her. "I get it. You're 26 and have a demanding job, you don't want to spend years dating someone until it turns out you're not on the same page. We're not teenagers any more, Ruben. The talk doesn't scare me, I'm not interested in casual" she added and gave me an encouraging smile.
"Four kids" I threw at her, trying to see what her reaction would be. "Fine, but I want wifey status before that. And a tight pre-nup" she shot back. Ok, she was serious about this. "My career comes first until the day I retire" I continued. "And I'm willing to cooperate, but you need to respect my job as much as I respect yours. Finishing my residency is my priority" she replied and I nodded.
"We-... I might move" I added. "And it might take me a bit to find a job in the new city and get the paperwork done, but I'm following you" she replied decidedly, which put a grin on my face. Even if her answers were clear, she still seemed shy about it, blushing and letting her head down. My two most pressing points still were ahead of me. "I... want to live in Portugal once I retire" I said now, a bit quieter, a bit more unsure. Her whole life has always been here, and she was close enough with her family to not want to leave them behind.
And she gulped. "Makes sense" she mumbled. "But you'll need to pay me a whole load of Portuguese lessons, because I don't know how I will understand patients there with only Duolingo skills" she chuckled and I felt a wave of relief. "I'll send you to the best language school, don't worry. And you happen to have a pretty invested private tutor" I replied and leaned over to her to press the first kiss of the evening onto her lips. Her perfect, rosy, sweet, soft lips.
"Please don't ever get any fillers or injections in your lips" I pleaded, like a whiny lover. "Alright, unless there's some crazy ex lurking somewhere busting them" she joked and I pulled back, shooting her a glare. The images of that jerk punching her face flooded my mind again and my blood started boiling. "Too soon for jokes?" she asked and I just nodded before pulling her into a hug.
"Anything else on your list of wifey demands?" she sighed. "One more thing" I said and grinned. "My kids will be Catholic. This English religion is a joke, the King as head, just because some guy hundreds of years ago wanted a divorce" I scoffed and she laughed. "We're Catholic too, but ok" she replied. Oh, thank God. "How rebellious of your family" I commented.
"Can we eat now? Your questionnaire has been exhausting, even more than my day at work" she sighed dramatically. "And I prepared my best chicken with rice and peas" I announced triumphantly. She didn't seem to jump out of ecstasy, probably craving a fat burger and fries right now, but this was the life I led.
I watched her during dinner, her mannerisms, her facial expressions and all I saw the most beautiful girl in the world. The girl that deserved only good things, and it angered me again how she had been treated. That she had thought that's what she deserved. After dinner, we moved to the couch and at first, we cuddled while still yapping about everything imagineable, then we turned to silent as we started kissing and then...
Soph wanted more. She intensified the kiss and swung one leg over my lap to straddle me, making my bulge that I had been able to hide until now, come in contact with her core. A small moan escaped her lips and I used that to move my mouth from her lips to her neck. "Shall we go the bedroom?" she asked me in a tone of voice that I hadn't heard from her yet. And from now on, I only wanted to hear this, until the end of my days. "Fuck yes" I whispered back, interlacing my fingers with hers as she pulled me up from the couch. So much for taking it slow.
