Football imagines

Marco Asensio - Father's day

"Shhh..."

"We have to be quiet, papá is sleeping."

"Yes, daddy is sleeping, and we will wake him up, right mamá?"

"First, we have to get his gift, or he will be sad when he wakes up."

Marco had to suppress the smile that was threatening to spread across his face. His daughter wasn't physically capable of being quiet. Every time that he was allowed to sleep in, she either was making a racket in her room or turning up the television way too loud. That girl loved watching the movie 'Frozen' way too much for her own good.

"I know you're already awake but pretend to be asleep for a few minutes longer, she's been excited about this for weeks." Marco heard his wife whisper to him when the sound of little footsteps faded away. He opened his eyes to see her standing by the side of their bed and winked at her quickly, closing his eyes again when he heard his daughter running back to their bedroom.

"I've got it, mamá. I didn't drop it, look." His daughter came back in, as expected not bothering to whisper at all.

"Yes, cariña, I see. Now wake papá up so you can show him what you made."

Marco didn't have to wait long at all to get 'woken up' by a slap to the face, making him scrunch up his face in slight pain. Of course, she was going to wake him up like this. There was no going soft on anyone with a girl as tough as his daughter. He pitied the man she would end up with one day. Marco just knew who'd be wearing the pants in that relationship.

"No, María! Not like that." He heard his wife snap at their daughter when she started giggling at her actions. Marco then felt the bed dip as María climbed on it so that she no doubt could start jumping on it. She'd then surely get scolded by Y/N but not care at all. For some reason, the girl didn't like listening to Y/N but whenever Marco said anything to her, she behaved like an angel. His wife said it was because María was a daddy's girl and that made Marco feel guilty, but Y/N said she didn't mind because she loved seeing the two of them together.

Marco prepared himself and when he felt María getting ready to jump, he opened his eyes and grabbed hold of her, making her scream out in laughter and surprise. He dragged her over to his chest and then encased her in his arms, from which she tried to escape but because of her laughter she didn't really put up that much of a fight. Marco knew that if she really wanted to escape, she'd try to kick him in the balls. She had picked up that habit by seeing it on television once in a movie when Marco and Y/N thought she was sleeping but she sneaked back downstairs and watched the movie from behind the doorway.

"Good morning, papá!" María exclaimed, finally managing to wriggle herself around so that she was lying on her belly. Marco smiled down at her as she grinned up at him mischievously, before giving his wife a kiss as she sat down on the bed next to them.

"Give me a kiss." Marco said, bending his neck towards María so that she could give him a good morning kiss. She giggled and shook her head no, making him tickle her sides in punishment.

"Give me a kiss." Marco repeated, this time smiling in satisfaction as María gave him a kiss so that he would stop tickling her. She was very ticklish, like his wife, whose feet you couldn't even touch without getting almost kicked in the stomach, or worse.

"Happy Father's day, papá!" María said sweetly when her father finally let her go, "I've got a gift for you, wait," María continued before sitting upright and digging her feet in Marco's abdomen in the process, making him let out an 'oomph'. Then she laid down on the bed and hung over the edge, almost falling off whilst doing so, making Marco sling his arm over her legs so that she wouldn't fall off the bed and hurt herself. She must have dropped her gift when she climbed up on the bed to wake him up.

"Be careful, María. Don't fall." Y/N said, bending down as well so she could help María retrieve Marco's gift. María scrabbled back on the bed with a white cloth clutched in her hand, moving to sit cross-legged on top of Marco's chest before playfully throwing the cloth onto Marco's face.

"I would have wrapped the gift, but she didn't allow me to." His wife explained when Marco pulled the white fabric off his face and looked at her questioningly.

"María, get off papá so he can sit up." Y/N said then and María pouted but reluctantly did as she was told. Marco put his hands on the mattress and used it for support as he pushed himself upright, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

Curiously, Marco fumbled with the white fabric, trying to find the borders of it so he could hold it up in front of him. When he finally found the edges, he opened it up and looked at it. He couldn't contain the smile that spread across his face at seeing what his daughter made for him. It was a simple white shirt but on the back she had drawn the familiar number '20', albeit that she had drawn the 2 backwards. Above the number she had written 'el mejor papá del mundo' in crooked capital letters and he knew his wife had helped her with that. On the front, she had drawn him, Y/N and herself holding hands with a large heart drawn above them. The gift was so thoughtful and the picture that she had drawn was so innocent that he couldn't help the tears that appeared in the corner of his eyes. He was a lucky guy, having the fortune of playing for the best team in the world and having the best little family in the world as well. He couldn't wish for anything else because he had everything he ever wanted.

"Thank you so much, cariña. It's beautiful!" Marco said, leaning over to wrap his arms around his daughter, who had not so patiently been sitting by his side to see his reaction, and gently pulled her in for a hug.

"You're welcome, papá." María giggled from where she was wrapped up in his embrace, nuzzling her face in his neck. He pressed a kiss to her hair and then rested his head on hers, closing his eyes in contentment. When he felt his wife lay down beside them, he smiled and released one arm from around María, wrapping it around Y/N's shoulders instead. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see his wife gazing up at him and he kissed her forehead, careful not to disturb María because he knew that if he did, the peace would be over and she would demand that they get up to go to the park or something. He vaguely remembered Y/N promising her that they would do something fun today, but he hoped that the fun could wait a few more hours because he was still very tired.

It was quiet for a few minutes, all of them just enjoying the moment and being with their family, before he broke the silence again.

"Thank you for this." Marco whispered against his wife's skin, pulling back slightly when she lifted her head up from where it was laid on his shoulder to look at him in confusion.

"For what exactly. For the gift? She made it herself, you know. I only bought a white T-shirt."

"No," He chuckled, shaking his head softly, "thank you for giving me a daughter. Thank you for loving me and being my wife."

"Oh, stop being ridiculous," Y/N scolded him softly, although she had a smile on her face so he knew that she appreciated what he had said, "you don't need to thank me for anything. You gave me just much as I gave you. That's what being married is all about, you know."

"Still, thank you." He said, bending his head downwards to give her a kiss but before he could do so, María lifted her head drowsily and looked at both of them with bleary eyes. Apparently, she had dozed off for a bit before being woken up by her dad's movement. Both Marco and Y/N had to hold in their laughs when they saw her face and heard what she said next.

"We gonna play?"