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Chapter 15- Cat's POV

As much as I enjoyed being in Mexico- minus the Cappelo scare- it was a relief to finally be back within familiar walls in Barcelona. I awarded Leo considerably after the game, in which he scored a brace, and I had the pleasure of watching him lift the Gamper Trophy. The trophy may not have been big or well-known, but it was still something for the cabinet. We didn't go on all night, he was shattered, and the team had to leave early the next morning. But still.

"Morning mi amor," my man in question murmured sleepily, lazily stretching out a hand to run his fingers across my stomach. I shivered, sipping at the orange juice I had poured myself earlier. I had been feeling sick the past few mornings and had a random, unexplainable craving for orange juice. I smiled weakly down at Leo, trailing my fingers through his hair. 

"Morning," I whispered back. His brown eyes opened and focused on me slowly. I still blushed as his eyes took in my unclothed body. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well," he said as he stretched. It altered his tone a little, causing us both to laugh. "You?"

"Yeah, I slept okay." I answered, placing my empty cup on the bedside table and wincing as pain shot through my stomach. That was another thing I had been living with lately- pain circling my waist. I guess it was just the cancer acting up, despite the treatments. 

Leo twisted his mouth into an expression of concentration, staring down at my abdomen. I raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. I was wearing a pair of simple black pants.

"What is it?" I asked, reaching for the duvet self-consciously. He grabbed my hand, stopping me. 

"When were you due?" 

The question hit me like a truck. I felt my eyes widen to the size of saucers as I scrambled out of the bed, over to the full length mirror. I pulled my vest top up slightly. Leo appeared over my shoulder, looking at my reflection worriedly. 

"Two weeks ago."

I spun around to face him. His gaze said it all. We both knew, instantly. The sickness, the random pains...

"Leo... How?" I couldn't find my words. He shook his head. His features were blank, unreadable. "Leo?"

"You're... Pregnant?" was all he said. I turned back to the mirror, placing a hand against my stomach. I could hardly tell whether there was a bump or not. I don't suppose you could that early on anyway, right?

"I don't know. We-we'll need to get tests. What am I going to do?" I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I was scared senseless. "Leo, what do I do?" 

He placed his hands over mine. I was trembling. "You're going to be a brilliant mother, that's what you're gonna do!" he said, a grin suddenly lighting up his face. I bit my lip. 

"I-I don't know... What about the cancer? What if I can't carry it? Leo, what if the treatments don't work and I die? The poor thing won't have a mother!" I could feel tears welling in my eyes. He pulled me into his chest, holding on to me protectively. Tears burned in my throat and my head began to throb, my breathing coming out unevenly.

"Cat, everything will be okay. I swear. We'll get through it."

The doctor looked up from some files on her desk, her mouth set in a grim line. Leo leaned over in his seat, his hand clutching mine.

"Well, it is confirmed that you are indeed pregnant Ms Sanchez," the doctor- Dr Garcia her nametag read- said, folding her arms across her chest and observing us closely, impassively.

"We already know that," I said, unable to stop myself. Leo squeezed my hand gently. Tthe nerves were getting to me.

"I'm sure you do," Dr Garcia's gaze was cold as it rested on me. She possessed a strong air of intimidating nonsensical authority. I shrank back in my chair.