Used to Be | Sergio Agüero

chapter thirteen

sara

The texts came in the morning. Actually, not just texts. Twitter mentions. Instagram comments. DM's. Facebook messages.

I had several missed Messenger calls from my mom, so I decided that she'd be the first one I talked to.

I got out of my bed, trying my hardest not to wake Mark.

She picked up on the first ring. We began to converse in Spanish.

"Sara, your papi and I are so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Mama."

"Mark spoke to us several months ago about proposing to you. We are overjoyed that he finally did!"

"He did?"

"Last Christmas!"

"W - wow..."

"If you need help, Sara, your papi and I are always here for you."

"Thank you so much, Mama. Can I talk to Papi?"

"He is still asleep - you know him."

I chuckled, "Yeah."

"I will tell him you called, love."

"I love you."

"Love you too!"

I hung up and turned towards the bed. Mark was awake and was smiling at me.

"It feels great to get to call you my fiancée," he said as I sat down beside him.

I kissed him, "It feels great to be called that."

He didn't pull away, "When do you wanna start planning?" he asked.

When he let go of me, I shrugged.

"Do you have work today?" he asked.

"Not until two. You?"

"Not til one."

I nodded. "Wanna go out for breakfast?"

He yawned, "Depends if I have any decent clothes. Imagine me turning up in McDonald's in a suit - or even the pyjamas I'm wearing."

I giggled, "I wouldn't mind either."

He kissed me once more before getting up and going to my closet.

After getting ready, I sat back down on the bed, browsing through my messages.

David Silva: ¡Felicidades doctora!

Raheem Sterling: Congrats, doc!

Papa: ¡Felicidades, amor!

Carly: HAPPY ENGAGEMENT!!! LET'S HAVE DINNER SOON I MISS UUUUU!!!!!

I chuckled at Carly's message. Like Mark, Carly was one of the first people I met in England. Actually, she was the one who introduced me to Mark. I had to thank Carly for so much.

You: Awww thanks Carly ❤❤😘😘 Text me when you're free!

I was still replying to everything else when Mark stepped out of the bathroom.

"Say, how do I look?" he asked.

I looked up at him and saw he was wearing Sergio's Atletico jersey. I laughed before flipping him off and looking back at my phone.

"Good fit, don't you think?" I could hear him trying not to laugh.

"Bugger off, Millen."

"I seriously have no other shirts."

"Cool."

Mark did not wear the Atleti jersey to the café outside my apartment.