My brothers teammate [Rafinha Alcantara Fanfiction]

My poor baby

"baby?" Rafinha said as he woke up from his anesthesia. He had the sleepy voice I got used to in the last year. It's not long until I can finally hug my little baby. He's late. And yes, it's going to be a boy. Rafinha was happy like a little child cause now he has a buddy he can play football with. When he can play football again.
I can't even believe what happened in the last days. My lovely husband is finally in the national team of Brazil, he has his best time for Barcelona and even plays in champions league... But then it happened. He wasn't on the pitch for more than 3 minutes when the doctors had to run onto the pitch. His right ACL is torn. They didn't told him yet, but that means as much as "you're not going to play for the rest of the season". He was so good right now. In our family, on the pitch. It was all perfect. Maybe too perfect. But why did that happen in the best phase of his life. Why?

"yeah I'm here amor, what's wrong?"
-"it's the 20. Right?" he just asked while his eyes got used to the light. I just nodded. "I have to get up, Barcelona is playing tonight, we have a training Session right now" he said looking at the clock on the wall. I realized that tears started building up in my eyes. I was so sorry for him. I mean it's normal that he's talking weird stuff when he wakes up from the anesthesia. But I'm sorry for him that sooner or later today or maybe tomorrow he's going to realize that he won't play anymore. Neither in Brazil. Nor in Barcelona.
"You're going to play today baby don't you worry" I lied caressing his face. I just don't want him to ask questions I don't have an answer for. My poor baby. "Okay" was the last thing he said before he fell asleep again.

The doctor said that he can't leave the hospital until tomorrow what means that we have to watch the match here. He didn't really talk since he woke up. He starts realizing. His sister was here today. And also his parents. He didn't really talked to them. He just held my hand all the time. Now we're alone again.
"Why did it happen to me?" he said as the game was about to start. The commentator talked about his injury and then Rafinha started taking.
-"I.. I don't know amor.. I don't even have a good explanation for it but I hope it's for a very good reason because if not I'm can't believe that there's a god up there trying to care for us" I said and my voice broke down. That's just not fair. Rafinha has never been a bad person at all. Yes we argued, and yes we screamed at each other. But I never had the feeling that he's a bad person. And aswell he's not a person who deserves this kind of injury. Why did that happen in the best phase of his career. I just don't get it.
For the next minutes we weren't talking. We were eating and there was a dead silence for the whole first half. In the half time break I did some calls. I asked our neighbors if they could please close the garage and recalled some people who tried to call me within in last days. In the last days I was only there for Rafinha. For no one else.
"I love you" Rafinha suddenly said before the second half started. Again I realized that I was about to cry. I'm pretty emotional lately. I just smiled at him and grabbed his hand even tighter. We were talking about the good chances from Barcelona and after a couple of minutes Marc shot a goal. He didn't dedicated it to his baby. No. He grabbed a Rafinha jersey and held it into the camera. This time I really had to cry. Rafinha had that broken smile on his face. He was so happy about it but you could see how hurt he was. My poor baby.
And again. Neymar shot another goal and grabbed that Rafinha jersey again. He looked at it in such a cute way before holding it up, as if it was Rafa who was standing in front of him. "look what they are doing for you" I nearly whined. The whole stadium sang Anims Rafa.
That's the reason why I love this club. Why I love the people here. Why I love our team. My best friends. My family. I can't imagine living without them anymore. And I can't imagine living without Rafa.
Thanks to God for giving me this gift,
Called Barça.

HEEEEEY READERS
After yeaaaaars I finally updated this story and I'm so shocked that I'm going to say this now...but that's it!
....but I really think that there's going to be a second part. I mean, that's not the end right ;)
So I put so much love into this story and sometimes I related it to situations in my personal life what makes this story so so so so important to me. I'm so sad about rafinhas injury, like honestly, I'm feeling just like María because I can't understand how something so bad can happen to him in like the best phase of his career and it literally makes me want to cry. Comment what you think about it and what you think about the dedication to Rafinha from Marc and Ney
OS Amo! And tell me whether I should write a second part or nah