Lover II- ML

317. Sicilian Pleasures

Waking up in their Sicilian villa on the coast, Kaia did not need to hear her brother's name being echoed up to her ears from the TV directly below hers and Mapi's room.

But Mapi was too excited, turning the volume up so Alexia could hear as she quickly tried to get out of the pool so they both could watch Barça's official announcement video for Sebastian.

It had been a long time coming, almost long enough for people to worry it fell through. But there Sebastian was, stood on the grass at Camp Nou with next season's home shirt on and the number 12 on his back.

"12." Mapi mumbles to herself, accepting the fact he couldn't quite take his number 6 from Gavi. "Kaia!"

"I'm watching it!" Kaia calls back lethargically, herself being the one who had to stay up with Fabian throughout the night as he struggled to sleep in their new environment.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Mapi grabs Alexia's shoulders and jumps up and down. "I'm so excited!"

"He looks like Kaia does in the shirt, like it's made for them." Alexia compliments with a happy smile. "Did he always have Sebastian on his back?"

Mapi looks back to the TV, her smile slowly falling as she stares at Sebastian's shirt. "No, he had Morelli at Manchester United." She replies.

"Maybe that's not his official shirt." Alexia shrugs unsurely.

"Kaia!" Mapi calls again.

This time Kaia was a lot closer, walking down the stairs with her hair still messy from sleep and a toddler perched on her hip. "Yeah?"

Mapi turns and smiles at the sight of them, and at the sight of Kaia in just joggers and a lacy wireless bra. "Sebastian-"

"-Sebas!" Fabian cheers, throwing a fist in the air when he sees his uncle on the TV.

"His name isn't Morelli on his back." Mapi points out, taking her energetic son because it was clear Kaia didn't have the energy for it.

"Yeah." Kaia perches on the back of the sofa, staring over at the TV where her brother was doing kick ups. "He said the Morelli name in Spanish football is for me and he doesn't want to take any light away from that." She explains.

"That's really thoughtful of him." Alexia comments, touched herself because the name Morelli meant a lot to Barcelona Femení.

"Plus," Kaia chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "It's very Spanish of him to decide to wear his first name."

"Suits him well." Mapi teases, bouncing the boy in her arms. "Do you want a bocadillo?"

Rosa was already outside by the pool getting their sandwiches ready, plates filled with cured Italian meat and cheeses which were a substitute for the Spaniards even though Kaia claimed they were better.

Mapi sheepishly agreed that the sandwiches Kaia made her were better than the ones she bought from Spanish delis, but that was because Kaia filled them with complimentary fresh meats and had the incredible Morelli secret sauce.

Fabian stood on his chair at the head of the table while eating, only in a nappy as he surveyed the pool area and sucked in a breath every time he saw a lizard scurry across the wall.