He has a daughter...only select knew of her.
Sofia Fatíma Piqué-Gonzalez, 16 years old, daughter of Gerard Piqué. Her step-mom/mom is Shakira, her biological mom died 3 years ago then Gerard got full custody of her.
Enjoy reading about her life an...
As soon as Sofia is out the door Antoine turns to me, "You were a teen parent—how come no one knows about her?" He asks, "Yes, I was a teen parent...though I was only there for the first 2 years of her life...then I walked out because I chose fútbol over my daughter. I would visit her sometimes but I put my own daughter on hold, just so I could pursue what I love...it wasn't until the last 5 years ago when Fia got in contact with me, that I straightened back up... then when her mama passed, I signed for all rights. I blame myself every day that if I didn't walk out I would be happier right now, the only person on the team that understood that was Ney." I whisper, Leo moves over to me and rubs my back. "If you hadn't walked out you wouldn't be playing with us—we wouldn't know you—the 2 boys wouldn't be here...and you wouldn't have us as your 2nd family," Leo says and calms me down.
"What does the world think then?" Frankie asks I shake my head, "They think she's a transfer kid from England that's staying with us...Sofia Grace Wiles." I say. "Did she have a tattoo on her wrist?" Antoine asks, I nod my head, "Her mama's name was Yolanda Rosa Gonzalez...the tattoo is a rose, along with the day she passed. It's her only tattoo." I say. Milan walks in, probably woke up from his nap, "Where is Fia?" he asks, "Outback with Sash, probably playing fútbol—or tennis," I say and he nods, Milan then cuddles into my chest, so I sit back.
"So...do you have anything else you need to tell us—hiding anything else?" Antoine asks, I look over and roll my eyes at him, "No, though Fia does have her own dog...it's her anxiety support dog...Simba!!" I yell, "Simba?" Frankie mutters. "Oh, yeah—Sofia is ½ Spanish ½ Portuguese, when Ney was here she would talk in Portuguese to him—so don't think she can't understand either of you," I say as Simba comes down from Fia's room. "Mi Princesa," I say as he sits by me.
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"Simba," Milan says and gets down to pet Fia's dog.
"Goal!!!!" I hear Sofia yell from the backyard, when Simba hears her he stands up, "She's fine Simba," I say, and he looks over at me. "She said she makes music...what type?" Frankie asks, "Her mama taught her piano, Fia taught herself guitar when she first lived here. She got bored one day and asked if she could get a Mac and download FL studio, I got it for her and she's been writing songs—just hasn't had the nerves to sing yet, though I know she can sing—she would when she was little." I say. {start video @ 0:10} "I know Garrix, if she wants me to hook her up I can, he's been wanting some young talent for a while." he says. I shrug my shoulders and go back to watching the TV.
