The day of the Dodgers championship parade dawned sunny and clear, and the energy in Los Angeles was electric. Crowds filled the streets as fans lined up, dressed head-to-toe in Dodgers blue, waving signs and chanting for their favorite players. You stood a little back from the crowd with Leo on your hip, both of you sporting Dodgers jerseys with "Hernandez" and Kiké's number 8 on the back. You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with pride as you watched Kiké at the center of it all, celebrating a lifelong dream that he’d worked so hard to achieve.
Kiké looked like he was having the time of his life. Riding on one of the float’s decorated platforms, his shirt completely gone, he lifted Leo onto his shoulders, pointing out at the fans who cheered louder every time they saw the little Hernandez family. Leo’s chubby cheeks flushed with excitement, his tiny hands gripping his dad’s hat as he looked around in awe at the sea of people. Kiké laughed, lifting one arm high and waving to the crowd, soaking up every moment of this once-in-a-lifetime celebration.
You couldn’t help but get emotional as you watched them, remembering all the highs and lows you two had been through together—late-night phone calls after tough games, long road trips, and the sacrifices that came with being married to a major league baseball player. Now, as you saw him celebrating his championship win with your son, you knew that every challenge had been worth it. Your fingers drifted to your stomach, where your second baby was growing, and a soft smile spread across your face as you imagined Kiké sharing all this with your new baby too.
After the parade wrapped up, Kiké found his way back to you, looking exhausted but exhilarated. He hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to Leo and ruffling his hair. “Did you see that, mi amor?” he asked, still breathless. “We’re champions! And you two are my lucky charms.”
You smiled, leaning into his embrace. “You deserve every second of it, Kiké. We’re so proud of you.” Leo babbled happily between them, reaching up to his dad’s face, and Kiké laughed, scooping him up into his arms and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
The weeks after the parade flew by in a blur of celebrations, interviews, and family gatherings, and soon it was time for the gender reveal party you and Kiké had planned. They invited close family and friends, along with Kiké’s teammates and their wives who had become your sisters. You had worked hard to decorate your backyard in pink and blue, with balloons, lights, and even a snack table with treats colored to match the theme.
Kiké was in high spirits as he greeted each guest, thanking them for coming and excitedly sharing his anticipation. "Boy or girl, we’re blessed either way,” he kept saying with a grin, but you knew he secretly hoped for a little girl. You could already picture him as the ultimate girl dad—doting, protective, and ready to shower her with all the love he had.
As the sun began to set, everyone gathered around in a circle, cheering and clapping as Kiké took his place in front of the big baseball-shaped piñata hanging from a sturdy tree branch. The crowd was buzzing, taking guesses and placing bets on whether it would be a boy or a girl, and Kiké’s teammates were especially rowdy, hyping him up and throwing playful jabs.
Kiké looked back at you, who held Leo in your arms, and he grinned at you, his excitement written all over his face. “Ready, mi amor?” he called out, and you gave him a nod, your heart pounding with excitement.
With a dramatic swing, Kiké hit the piñata, and in an explosion of pink powder and confetti, you had their answer: you were having a girl. Cheers erupted around them, and Kiké’s teammates whooped and clapped, celebrating just as enthusiastically as they had after the World Series win.
Kiké turned to you, his face a mix of joy and disbelief. He ran over, wrapping his arms around you and Leo. “A little girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at you, his eyes glistening with happy tears. “We’re going to have a daughter.”
Your own eyes filled with tears as you reached up, cupping his face. “Yes, we are,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could see the love and excitement in his eyes as he looked down at you, and you knew he was already wrapped around his daughter’s little finger, even before she’d made her grand entrance into the world.
As the months went by, Kiké was as involved as he could be with every part of the pregnancy. He would come home from games and practices and immediately place his hands on your swollen belly, talking to your daughter and telling her stories about the Dodgers and all the adventures he planned to take her on one day. He even made it a habit to sing to her at night, softly humming lullabies and old Spanish songs his mother used to sing to him.
Finally, one early morning, you felt the first contractions. You nudged Kiké awake, and within minutes, the two of you were rushing to the hospital, nerves and excitement swirling in the air. Kiké was right by your side through every moment, holding your hand, whispering words of encouragement, and staying calm even when your contractions grew stronger.
After hours of labor, your daughter was finally born, and the moment the nurses laid her in your arms, you felt your heart swell with love like you’d never known. She was tiny, with a soft wisp of dark hair, her delicate features reminding you of Kiké in the sweetest way.
Kiké watched with teary eyes as he gently took his daughter into his arms, staring down at her in awe. “She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he cradled her close. You could see the love and pride in his expression as he traced a gentle finger along their daughter’s cheek, marveling at how small and precious she was.
“Thank you,” he said, looking up at you with a smile full of emotion. “For giving me everything I ever wanted.”
Just then, Leo was brought in by Kiké’s parents, and he toddled over to the hospital bed, looking up at his mom and new sister with wide eyes. You laughed, holding Leo close and leaning down to show him his new baby sister. “This is your sister, Leo,” you whispered, guiding his tiny hand to gently touch her cheek. Leo gazed at her with curiosity, his little fingers brushing against her soft skin.
Kiké sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you as they both looked down at your family. In that moment, surrounded by their two children, he felt like he was living in a dream. This was the family he’d always dreamed of, his true championship, and nothing in the world could compare to the love he felt for them.
As the months went by, life settled into a beautiful rhythm for the Hernandez family. Kiké doted on their daughter, who quickly became the center of his world. He loved to dress her in little Dodgers outfits, complete with tiny caps and socks that were a little too big, and proudly showed her off to his teammates and friends whenever they visited.
In quiet moments, Kiké would watch you with your kids, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. No matter how many championships he won, he knew his greatest victory was right here with his family.
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