#i was born the same day as rafinha

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So it’s the end of 2017....

I didn’t do this last year as I was still fairly new and hadn’t really spoken to many people out of fear they’d snub me. This year, I thought I’d be brave and start to interact with people a little more. I guess the purpose of this post is to say thank you. 

I say it a lot; the words thank you. As someone who writes and who loves to read both novels and fanfiction, I’ve always stressed the importance of feedback. How it’s nice to know that I’m doing a good job by receiving it and that the person you’re reading knows their doing a good job. Even if it’s just by liking the post. But it’s also important as a reader to know that you’re valued too by a blog that you check by seeing those two little words. 

There have been many times over the years that I’ve interacted with blogs only to be shot down, ignored or have the blog be condescending towards me. Even now, on this blog I see this happen on others. By big blogs, the popular blogs. I’ve always said I don’t want this to ever happen to my followers and if I’m rude, please message me because I’d hate for you to feel this way. Even though maybe only 20% of my followers interact with me by liking my posts (I can’t comment on the anons as it could be the same one sending me asks. Anons are tricker to follow!), you’re following me and silently creeping and I can’t ask for more than that. Each follow makes me smile, each like makes me dance and each ask makes me grin, beam and squeal with happiness. I wish I was joking.

You guys have been so patient with me, from the house move, me going back to work and finally me taking time out to look after my newborn daughter. Though admittedly, I’ve been able to write the most since she’s been born. Your patience, support and continuous requests have aided in me keeping this blog alive. 

It appears that my most successful one shots this year have been Labour Suite, bub, puppy love, over the threshold, faking it and post training.

If you’re new to me or haven’t read these, have a nosey and let me know what you think! The first three are fluff and the last three are smut. They feature Cristiano Ronaldo, Rafinha, Antoine Griezmann and Roman Burki.

I won’t do a follow forever because there’s not many blogs I do follow but I’ll note a few people you should follow because they’re amazing and/or to say thank you. Some may be longer than others but I love you all regardless.

Rosie – The first “friend” I made on here and one of the very first I told when I found out I was pregnant. Your random rambles make me laugh, your posts to me on instagram and facebook have me cackling AND I LOVE THAT YOU FOUND JENNIFER ANISTON’S DICK AS FUNNY AS I DID. You share my humour and I love you so much even if we don’t speak as much anymore. J – My sweetie, my bb, my partner in wine and the woman I go to war with. You’re the reason I remain as sane as possible, the reason I find myself laughing and smiling through the day. I always look forward your “Morning sweetie!” messages. How you put up with me and my imagination when it comes to Griezmann I’ll never know. You’re a beautiful woman inside and out and I love you more than words can say. I hope one day that we would meet and I can give you the biggest hug. Even if you say I’m a bad influence ;)

Abbey @fcbarcelonababes– My Texan woman. My 1D buddy and possibly the only other person who understands, really understands, my love for the Flicker album. I love you. Thank you for reading over parts of my writing to check it makes sense, for giving me ideas, inspiring my writing and being there if I’ve needed to talk. You deserve all the luck and happiness. And when, because it IS a when, you come here, I’ll hunt you down for a cuddle once I’m brave enough to say hello haha.

Szandra @theworldsmosthatedakacr7 / @catharticallysarcastic– My twin. You filthy, filthy woman. You understand the dark side of me and wholeheartedly approve of me locking away certain women so I don’t have to see their disgusting face and bodies ever again. You give me writing material both in the form of writing on here and books. Your sarcasm makes me laugh and you don’t judge me for cussing in the worst ways. Please keep posting, I’m so happy you’re being recognised now.

Maria @balebae – You beautiful person who never fails to put a huge smile on my face. You’re so pure and I love that; never lose your kindness or your passion. I love that you speak with everyone and don’t judge anyone for who they support and that you don’t make anyone feel stupid. I’m so happy you spoke to me. Please never change my bb.

I’ve tagged three of them, I encourage you to go and follow them as they’re simply amazing, such lovely women and I love them all so much. Each has been there for me, sent me a message when I’ve needed it without knowing I did and made each day easier to get through.

The internet can truly be a shit place with people hiding behind a screen. But because of these women, I feel happier and confident in my writing abilities. Rather than put women down, they bring you back up and make you feel better about yourself. This is what we need. I hope that I stay in contact with these women throughout 2018. Plus their blog contents are filled with pretty people so that always helps ;)

I also hope that I’m able to continue to write your requests (please send them in!) and that you’ll continue to support me. 

Happy New Year everyone. 

[barcaavengers]

He Knows Pt. 8 || Rafinha Imagine

Note: Here it is!! Finally the last chapter of this wonderful series! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Thank you so much for the support with these series and all my other imagines. You guys are amazing ❤❤

Warning: Sin Sin Sin in the beginning.

“A year is way too much” Rafael complains as you two sit with your kids. Your fiance with Sebastiao and you with Emeraude who was currently squirming to get off your grasp.

“We have to wait for your full recovery” you say. “And for me is way more important for you to be recovered before the wedding.”

“That could take months.”

“I can wait” you shrug. “I just want you to be okay. I don’t want anything distracting you from it. Planning a wedding is not that easy and consumes a lot of time.”

“Which I have right now.”

“Which I want you to use to focus on your recovery.”

Rafael frowns and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you have to make this so difficult.”

“I am not” you assure him and scoot closer to him. “I just want things to be okay when we get married. That there is nothing distracting you.”

He stays silent for a moment, his good leg moving up and down to have Seba entertained in his grasp. “Okay” he says, but you know he doesn’t mean it and that there is something he is hiding. You have known him for quite a while now, it was getting easier to read him.

“Tell me.”

“The other day when I went to the gym with the physios so they could see the trainings and how I was doing” a pause, “they told me I might need another surgery.”

Your eyes widen and you frown. “Why didn’t you told me about this?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I always get worried, Rafa” you say and bite your cheek, “is this why you want to rush things? So it happens before the surgery?”

“No. No.” he says quickly and places Seba on the floor. “I want to marry you as soon as possible. I want us to be together” he says and pulls you close, you stop him to place Emeraude down with her brother. After, Rafa brings you close. “I want to make sure nobody takes you from me” he says as he kisses your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere” you breathe out, exposing your neck to him.

“I want to assure that…” he pulls you closer and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“We have two kids and I have never left your side, pretty sure that’s a good start” you tease and he chuckles.

“How do you want our wedding to be like?”

You hum for a moment, relaxing completely into his body warmth before speaking. “Not too fancy, something simple. Our closest friends should be there…”

“Who do you want as maid of honor?”

“I didn’t thought of that…” you admit. You had lost contact with most of your friends back home. Now here you knew people, had friends, but not that close to choose them as maid of honors or anything…”Shaki is a good choice. I mean, she was my partner in crime after all” you say, referring to when she helped you find out if you were pregnant or not.

“I like that” he admits. “I’ll choose Neymar, obvious reasons.”

“What about Xavier? Thiago?”

”He can carry the rings” he jokes and you giggle.

“The flower girl” you two laugh and he takes the chance to kiss your cheek.

“I can’t wait to be married to you” he whispers into your cheek which instantly you feel heating up.

“Feeling is mutual” you admit, tilting your head and reaching to press a kiss to his lips.

“Let’s get the kids to sleep” he says and you nod your head.

You both pick the kids up, who don’t struggle out of your grasp meaning they were tired. Rafa played with them almost all day, having them crawl around and with their favorite toys. You uploaded some of those videos to your social media, gettings tons of responses and people saying how cute Rafinha looked with the kids all over him.

You were also still getting notifications about the picture of the proposal Thiago and Julia took when you two were at the restaurant. Everyone was happy about it and you felt lucky to be one of the few “wags” that people didn’t criticize so much. For now anyway.

You get the kids to sleep and get on the bed while your boyfriend showered, scrolling through social media and whatnot.

“What cha’ doing?” Rafa asks as he comes out of the shower in just his underwear. Lord, why did he do this to you?

“Seeing pictures” you say after staring a little bit too long at his toned body. You knew you’d never not be drooling over him. No chance of that happening. When you went to the gym with him to watch him exercise during his recovery, he liked to be in comfortable clothing and that meant his hot pants and a long shirt. Yet your thoughts always wandered somewhere else and he knew what he was doing to you.

“Oh” he says as he approaches the bed and gets in, knees first. “Having fun?” You could feel where this was going.

“Eh” you shrug and turn to look at him. “What else can I do?”

“I think I know…” he says with a smirk and a playful wink, a hand reaching your side and pulling you close to him before he gets on top straddling you. He gives you a mischievous smile and leans in to press his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, both of his hands resting on your hips as yours reach to run through his wet hair.

The kiss turns heated in a couple of seconds, more needy, to the point you are pulling away for a second to catch your breath. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, and you sit up and help him pull it off. You try to lean back on the bed again, but his hands rests on both side of your neck, holding you there as he continues to kiss you. Your body responds to him on its own, and you melt under his touch. You have almost forgotten how much you loved being intimate with him. Not that after the kids were born you didn’t had sex, but there was that difference when he really needed you and when he wanted to make love to you. Right now, he really needed you.

He pushes you down onto the bed, a little peek of his dominant side showing as he moves to bite your neck causing a gasp to leave your lips and your hips to move against his causing a much needed friction in the situation. His scruff tickled your cheek and part of your chest as he continued to move lower. His hands moved along your side, not leaving an inch untouched yet he did it at a slow pace, as if he were memorizing every part of it. Your own hands were around his back and moving down his chest. The one on his back holding onto the skin as he kissed the valley of your breasts before moving to kiss on top of them and to suck for a few seconds on one of your nipples.

One hand travels down from your side to your thigh and down to the back your knee which he pulls up to his hip as he grinds down against yours earning a mix of a moan and gasp coming from you, his breath becoming uneven. Your lips move to kiss at his neck, tugging at the skin as you reach down to your shorts, hooking your thumbs to the hem of both, your shorts and underwear, and pushing them down. Rafael reaches for his own and pushes them down, pulling away from you for some torturing seconds to get them off before returning to you and pressing himself on you.

His hand finds your hair and slightly pulls at it as you tried to reach for his lips, making you hiss at the action, but not in a complaining way. It was rare the times that Rafa would get like this and you had started to miss it. He holds himself with his forearm while the other reaches between your bodies and plays with your clit, his eyes dark as he watches your reaction. “You look beautiful like this” he breathes out and your eyes flutter close as he increases the pace of his fingers. “You love this, don’t you princess?” You moan in response and he smiles. His index finger moves along your lips and stops his movements and you grunt in complain, but soon you feel the head of his cock brushing against your lips and clit, teasing you.

“Rafa…” you gasp and your hips move upward to send a message. “Please..”

“Good girl…” he whispers before he aligns on your entrance and thrusts forward slowly so you feel every inch of him getting inside of you, moaning at the pleasure of feeling whole with him. Lips give your shoulders small open mouthed kisses as he stays still, then he slowly starts to pull out before thrusting in again at a slow pace. His hands reach for yours, intertwining fingers, lifting one and then the other so you were pinned underneath him. That was when his pace started to increase.

His grip on your hands it’s tight as he uses the position to hold himself up and be stable as he moved inside of you. He was hitting all the right places inside of you, making your hips meet his half way on their own to not have a second without the pleasure you were feeling. His lips brushed along your neck, pressing soft open mouthed kisses and kissing your lips. Your nails digging on his back while your lips moved on his shoulders, every now and then biting at it causing him to hiss and grunt and to pick up his speed.

The sound of your moans and his pants filling the room along with the sound of your skin meeting his own. You can feel your orgasm approaching as your toes start to curl and you can notice Rafa is close as well as his breathing becomes heavier and his pace starts to slow down. “Let go, princess” he breathes out and you bite at his ear, giving it a tug before moaning into it as you reach your release, clenching around him and back arching, vision becoming blurry as you do. He thrusts a few more times before he reaches his climax as well with a groan, gripping tightly on your hands before he let’s go and collapses on top of you, but not completely to have you running out of breath.

“That…” you breath out as you catch your breath as he rolls off from you and pulls you close.

“I missed it..” he says as he kisses your temple. “You are perfect…”

You smile and look up at him, he presses a quick kiss to your lips and soon enough you both fall asleep.

A few months forward Rafael is asked to go to the hospital in Munich for his surgery. It was exactly the same month you two were supposed to start setting up the wedding. You have already done the cake tasting a few days prior his surgery since he thought it would be difficult to find the perfect one. Yeah, it took four stores to find the one but at least you both agreed on it. He wanted to hire a wedding planner so you could go on while he recovered to find everything but you decided against because you wanted him to be part of it all.

“Hey” you coo as you walk into his room, Emeraude in your arms while Seba was in the stroller.

“Hey” he says as he looks at you and grins when he sees the kids. Seba and Em grinned as you approached your boyfriend. You reach to kiss his lips and he kisses Em on her cheek, peppering her cheeks with kisses making her squeal as he reached for Seba in the stroller.

“They said you should be like new after the recovery. Everything went perfect” you say and you sit across from his side.

“Hopefully” he said as he gets Seba to stand up on his chest, the little boy giggling and squealing as Rafa moved him from side to side.

“You will. You will come back stronger than ever. You always do” you assure him.

“I can’t wait to be back on the field…and marry you” he says with a grin and looks at you.

“We have a couple more months. All I want right now is for you to be like before and start training again with the squad.”

“How is everything going?”

“Already checked the locations you asked for the reception. I think that the restaurant you proposed to me is perfect. Close to the ocean, and it has a special meaning” you admit.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Now, there is something we can do now” you say with a grin and he arches an eyebrow. You pull out a small notebook from your purse, one where you were writing everything related to the wedding. “Who is coming?” You ask and he chuckles, also watching how Em is trying to reach for the pen.

“That’s a tough one…not really” he chuckles. “The squad, my friends…I think that’s it.”

“Whole squad then?”

“Yeah. I can’t forget anyone” he chuckles. “David Luiz too, maybe Hulk? I haven’t spoken to him in so long” he admits.

“The only ones you want from the national team?”

“Yeah, I don’t want it to get too crowded.”

“Okay. So on my side, besides the obvious… That’s it” you smirk.

“Your family and Shakira and that’s it?”

“Yeah…Oh, and Lucho. I can’t forget him, he’d be sarcastic with me forever” you write his name down and underline it a couple of times.

“If he isn’t on his way there already. Since when you don’t call him?”

“Since…The kids first month or so? Oh my God” you groan and Rafael chuckles.

“He will forgive you.”

“I hope…So all set?”

“All set.”

It was your wedding day and you still couldn’t believe time went by so fast. You were staring at yourself in the mirror as you took everything in. You already had your makeup and hair done, all you were waiting for was for Shakira to bring your dress since she had taken it to her house after Rafael kept insisting on wanting to take a peek on it. Soon she arrives with it and displays it on the bed.

“This is the best thing off of all the wedding” Shakira says and you laugh lightly.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I saw it and I fell in love with it…”

“You took a quick look at it and insisted on getting it even if the woman thought it wouldn’t look good on you” she says and you nod your head. “Put it on, it’s almost time” she says as she reaches for it and helps you get in.

The dress fitted in just like before which you were grateful for because you were worried you wouldn’t fit on it because you gained weight. Instead, you had to join Rafa’s diet for a few weeks to keep your weight. Shakira helped you with the last touches and soon enough you guys were heading to the reception place since Rafa and you decided to do everything in one place. Your car was a convertible, blue mustang, a car you have always loved along with your favorite car. Behind you there were more in different colors, honking every now and then making you and Shakira giggle. When you arrived, you saw a couple of people outside that rushed in quickly to announce that you arrived. That was when you started sweating and you brushed your hands on your dress.

“Everything will be fine.”

“What if I trip?”

“You won’t. Don’t think of that” Shakira said before getting out of the car. The chofer did as well and reached for you to help you out. Shak handed you the flowers and your head nodded and gave her a nervous smile. She helped you in the few steps and stopped at the entrance. “You look beautiful. Everything will go as you wanted, alright?”

“Thanks” you say and smile warmly at her, she hugs you tight before she takes her place in the line.

“I feel like stealing you from Rafinha” you hear Neymar say from besides you and you quickly turn to look at him.

“Ney” you say and hug him tight. He had come from Paris only for your wedding, you have missed him so much. “I miss you” you say into his shoulder.

“I missed you too, beautiful” he says and pulls away. “You look amazing” he says and takes your hand and twirls you briefly making you blush.

“Stop it” you giggle and push him lightly.

“Rafael is pacing back and forth over there. He is getting desperate. What if you say no and come walking to me?” He jokes.

“I love you but not that much” you tease and stick your tongue out at him.

“Rude” he chuckles. “I’ll see you later” he says and everyone starts settling in. Your head nods and you take in a breath as he leaves.

In a matter of seconds, the song starts. You didn’t want the traditional wedding song, so instead you chose Christina Perri’s “A thousand years” song, the alternate version, which you thought fitted perfectly and you loved the song. In your dates, Rafa would play it in his guitar and you’d sing along the best you could, so it had a meaning besides you just liking the song. You see everyone else walking in front of you. Shakira by Neymar’s arm as they walked. Julia and Thiago followed after. Thaisa carried the rings. Then it was your turn.

You step in so everyone could see you and everyone started clapping. Your heart beating uncontrollably in your chest and it somewhat increased more when you spotted Rafael at the other end. He was looking as handsome as ever,looking so dashing in his tuxedo with his hands on his back until he looks at you and his jaw drops slightly before grinning like a little kid. His hands move to his side, trying to hide the fact he was swiping his hands on his pants before returning them to his back. You start walking forward slowly, one step at a time. One step. Two steps. Three steps. You were concentrated on not stepping on the dress, yet looking forward always until you approach Rafael.

His smile was up to his eyes making them tiny as he chuckled. “Stop looking at me like that” you say giggling nervously.

“Like what?” He asks and licks his lips as he takes your hand, eyes never looking away from you.

“Like that” you repeat and he chuckles, kisses your cheek, before you both turn to the judge.

The protocol begins quickly enough and soon enough it came the part that made you nervous. Even if you knew that Rafael would not say no, there was a part of you that was scared he would.

“Rafael, do you accept Y/N as your wife?”

Your heart skips a beat as you look at him, he is looking at you,the way he does when he is trying to figure out what is going through your head or is taking your whole being in. Almost looking into your soul.

“I do.” He says and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Y/N, do you accept Rafael as your husband?”

“Always” you say and everyone laughs along with you. “I do” you add and your cheeks heat up.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Rafa grins and lets go of your hand slowly, then he reaches for your waist, placing both of his hands on your side while yours go around his neck. “Te amo, princesa.”

“Te amo, mi amor” you nudge your nose against his and he leans in, pressing his lips firmly on yours and feeling his tongue on your lower lip asking for your lips to part, which you do. He pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, your hand resting on the back of his neck as you hold him in place as you kiss before you pull away, everyone clapping and cheering around you. He kisses your cheek before everyone comes to greet you.

The reception starts rather quickly after everything settles in and you have changed to a white and blue short dress with a puffy skirt. All the kinds of music playing in the restaurant as Rafa and you go around the tables greeting everyone with your kids who were already walking on their own, Valeria and your mom kept an eye on them when they decided to go their separate ways. Everyone congratulated you both and you stayed in some tables for a little longer and you catched up briefly.

“Alright, alright” Thiago beamed up as he took the microphone. “So I want to refresh everyone how these two met and they got here” he says and your eyes widen for a moment. “So my brother here” he points at Rafa, “in one of those early travels from his youth team met Y/N when she was working in one of the stadiums settling up the locker rooms. They talked, my brother charmed her, exchanged numbers, you know how it goes”

“He has good memory” you and Rafa said at the same time with a smirk.

“They continued to talk, text, video calls, phone calls,you name it. Rafael was crazy about her, all the time asking and checking the time difference between the two to be able to call her. At some point they lose contact because of her studies and work and Rafa with his matches and training, they were on that point where nothing seems to match up. Yet one day, Y/N texts him and talks about her studies and internship so he suggests to come to Barcelona since he is playing for the club and she agrees.”

“I’ll finish this up” Rafa says and moves to the stage and takes the microphone from Thiago. “So my brother seems to know a lot about my story so let me just finish it” he pats Thiago who stays by his side laughing and crosses his arms. “Long story short, we worked hard to get time to see each other since she worked and studied, and I had my trainings and travels because of the games. Things settle down at some point and we started going out as friends, knowing each other, yeah? Until I-”

“Lies, I told him to go for it!” Thiago shouts and you face palm yourself as you laugh at the two brothers.

“I asked her out on a date and that’s how everything led to now” he says and Rafa gives the mic to Thiago with a playful glare and leaves the stage.

“He forgot the part where I also encouraged him to propose to her because he took forever to do so. You see, Rafa here thought that after so many years of knowing each other, dating, being together, been with him through everything and expecting twins”, he was counting with his fingers, “that girl wouldn’t want to be with him so he held back.”

“Wait, is that true?” You ask as soon as Rafa stands next to you.

“Well” he rubs the back of his neck, “I kind of thought that maybe-”

“After everything, you thought I wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“I know everyone wants to be with me but to finally have found someone that knew me so well and accepted everything I’ve been through…”

“And I will always accept it, no matter what. That’s never going to change. Come on, I thought I made it obvious that I liked you in that one date to the movies where I blurted out that I loved you when you dropped me off in my apartment” you say with a laugh.

“True. I had to go over to your house after the second day cause you wouldn’t say more than three words to me by text.” You both laugh.

“Who wants to see my little brother give his first steps in dancing?” He teases and everyone chuckles.

“Why did we invited him again?” Rafael asks and you look at him as you chuckle and he joins after.

“Family reasons.” You reply with a shrug and he chuckles again and kisses your cheek.

“He has never danced a slow dance before I think. So don’t mind Y/N if you hear her swearing, he is probably stepping on her feet…At the same time. There is a reason why she changed her dress for the dance” the place is filled with laughter and Rafa shakes his head. “Come on. Come on.” Thiago waves for you both to come to the dance floor.

You two go hand by hand to the middle of the restaurant where the dance floor was set.

“We forgot to practice the dance” you tease and Rafa shrugs.

“I would fail anyway” he says and grins making you giggle.

Your arms go around his neck and his rest on your lips. He was the one to choose this song, refusing to let you know which one was it.

The song starts with some instrumental and you kind of recognize the tune upon hearing it a couple of times coming from the kids room. When Rafa couldn’t sleep, he’d take his guitar to either the living room or the kids room and started playing something. You never interrupted him when he did since you knew it was a time for himself.

“I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone waiting for me ‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love”

Your eyes widen as you recall the song and Rafa only smiles proudly. He kisses your forehead and pulls you closer as the song continues, for the rest of the song you forget there are a bunch of people around looking at you. It was just you and Rafael. No one else.

“I mean everything about that song…” he whispers into your ear and you smile softly and look at him through your eyelashes as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight.”

As the song starts coming to an end, Rafa pulls away and cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek as he looks at you, the slow dance moves coming to a stop. His dark brown eyes are looking directly into yours, moving slightly as if searching for something and you blush, gaze dropping shyly before he leans in and kisses you, a soft lip lock, then pulls away and kisses your forehead. Everyone cheering as the song ends.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Thiago says happily and Rafa rolls his eyes. “Now let’s continue the party!”

The reception continues and eventually you find yourself dancing with your dad, Messi, Iniesta, Umtiti and Neymar.

With Umtiti and Neymar wasn’t as formal as with Iniesta, it was more of a random dancing that later on Messi joined in. He didn’t really danced like you guys but stayed close and laughed around. Thaisa later joined and you two laughed as Thiago pulled what he thought were dance moves around the two of you.

“I hope I am not late for some dancing” you hear a voice from behind you, knowing too well who it was. You turn around quickly and grin brightly.

“Lucho!” You squeal and throw your arms around him and hug him tight.

“Hey” he says with a soft chuckle before you pull away and greet his wife.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Flight got delayed. Never were told why, but at least we made it in time I hope.”

“Of course, we are not finishing any time soon” you say with a bright smile. Soon enough, Lucho is requesting a song and you are both dancing to it and talking while at it.

Everything from the night was perfect. The wedding, the reception, and of course, the honeymoon. You went to Maldives for it, a gift from all the guys from the Barça squad away from civilization like they said. It was beautiful, the crystal clear waters perfect for snorkeling, the view from anywhere from any island. It was perfect. Your whole life was. You had a loving, caring husband who was now to the highest happiness because he was able to play back on his team, two beautiful kids that were everything to you and a life that not many people had. Nothing to worry about except to take care of your very injury prone husband, but that was besides the point.

You made sure to remind him how lucky you were from having everything, having him. The most important thing was that he knows you mean it, and he feels the same way.

[writingforfootball]

Very Romeo and Juliet-ish

Requested by @justamultifandomfreak

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The tension in the room felt suffocating to say the least. The usually upbeat and loud house was abnormally quiet, with the exception of forks and spoons clattering against dishes. Y/n sat next to Rafinha at the table, who had been looking down at his plate for the last ten minutes. Poor thing was trying his hardest to avoid the death glares her dad was sending his way. Her sister Clara found the entire ordeal amusing but she knew better than to make a stupid comment when the situation was so tense. Y/n gave her mother a pleading look, if anyone was going to save the night it was her.

“So, Rafa, do you mind if I call you that?” she asked politely, earning a shy smile and “no” from Rafinha, and a side-eye from her husband. At least Rafinha wasn’t the only one receiving death glares now. “How’s your family? How’s Thiago? I’ve heard wonderful things about him! Apparently he’s been having an amazing season in Munich? Oh my goodness, and the baby! How’s the baby?”

For once Y/n was grateful for her mother’s chit-chatting ways. She could feel Rafinha relax a little, with his usual big smile back in place and that alto astral of his making the three women in the room smile as well.

“His name is Gabriel,” he looked for a picture of the baby on his phone, he loved bragging about his nephew, “I try to facetime Thiago as much as I can so I don’t miss anything. Thankfully I was there when he was born so I got to spend a couple of quality days with him. I helped Thiago set up the nursery as well…..”

Rafinha got carried away every time he talked about his nephew and Y/n knew that all too well, having to listen to her boyfriend repeatedly tell her about all the toys and clothes he bought for little Gabriel. Sometimes she’d eavesdrop whenever he’d facetime his brother and nephew, and that baby voice he used with Gabriel made her heart skip a beat.

Her mother was looking at her with a little smirk plastered on her face. To any outsider that didn’t mean much, but Y/n knew she was screaming “hurry up and give me grandchildren with this man!” with her eyes. She could read her mom really well.

The mood had brightened up and everyone had forgotten about bitter Lucho, who seemed to be a bit more relaxed himself. Lucho who had been giving Rafinha absolute hell during training ever since he found out about their relationship. Lucho, who had been strictly against his daughter dating his player. Lucho, her father and his coach.

Y/n was relieved to see her two favorite men in the same room for once without some sort of soap opera developing. It seemed like every time she tried to arrange a get-together her dad would end up pissed and her boyfriend upset. She even had to assure Rafinha once that she would never leave his side even if her father didn’t approve. Very Romeo and Juliet-ish.

The situation didn’t get any better considering those two had to see each other on a daily basis at work. And even though they tried to keep it professional the tension was always palpable whenever those two were together. The staff could tell, the team knew it, and even if they didn’t Neymar made sure to make things extra awkward during training. That little shit.

But for the first time since the couple first announced their relationship Rafinha and Lucho both seemed to at least tolerate each other’s presence. At least Lucho wasn’t shooting daggers with his eyes and Rafinha wasn’t running away like a sad puppy.

But of course no family get-together is complete without a little blast from the past. I mean, what was the point of inviting Rafinha over if her mother didn’t get to embarrass her with that ridiculously big photo album.

“No way!” Rafinha’s eyes widened as he looked at one picture in particular. Y/n’s mother looked over his shoulder from behind the sofa and let out a loud obnoxious laugh. Y/n leaned in to see what the commotion was about and winced when she saw the picture her boyfriend had stumbled upon.

“Oh dear,” her mom carefully wiped her laughing tears, “we were potty training her. Everything was going great, she was a smart baby she knew what she had to do.  But this one day I notice that she’s taking a whole awful lot of time in there so I go check on her and I find this sobbing child sitting completely naked in her little toilet. So at first I’m a bit alarmed you know, maybe she injured herself and it was hard to understand what she’s saying with all that sobbing! And then, in the most exasperated voice a two year old could muster she says “mommy! My poop won’t come out!” crying at the top of her lungs with a river of tears running down her face! I obviously had to take a picture!”

To have Rafinha look at that monstrosity of a picture was one thing, but for him to know the backstory was a new low. Her entire family, Rafa included, was close to tears. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh a little herself. This was a fight she couldn’t win. And so the night continued, wine glasses were refilled, playful comments went back and forth and a second photo album was out.

“Wow, look how skinny mom was!”

“I still am!”

“Yeah… sure.”

“You were so cute what happened to you?”

“Hey, remember when you pushed me down the stairs and I hit my head with a brick wall?”

“Yeah, my murder plan clearly didn’t work.”

“Hey, who’s the little girl running around naked outside in this picture?”

“……………..”

“CLARA!”

“MOM! YOU SAID YOU BURNED THIS PICTURE!”

“Well it’s certainly burned in my memory, alright.”

“Wait, is that Y/M/N pole dancing?”

“GIVE ME THAT!”

“Wow mom, I didn’t know that side of you.”

“Hahaha! Welcome to the family bro… Rafinha…. Brofinha.”

“Please never call my boyfriend that again.”

Lucho just watched the chaos of laughter and screams that had formed in his living room. With the sisters on each side and mom leaning from behind, Rafinha seemed to fit right in. Lucho knew then that he would only make him run two extra laps instead of the usual five.

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Ansu Fati: Who is Barcelona 16-year-old with 100m euro release clause?

Ansu Fait could feature for Spain at the Fifa Under-17 World Cup next month

Ansu Fati… if you’ve never heard of Barcelona’s new superstar, you can be forgiven: until a couple of weeks ago, neither had the vast majority of the Spanish club’s fans.

But the 16 year-old has been thrust into the limelight after making history on Saturday, becoming the youngest player in La Liga history to register a goal and an assist in the same game.

Even more impressively, he needed only seven minutes to do so in his team’s 5-2 demolition of Valencia. Just 110 seconds had elapsed when he opened the scoring by meeting Frenkie de Jong’s low cross with a confident right-footed strike from 12 yards; five minutes later, he returned the favour by weaving his way into the box and picking out a precise pass for De Jong to convert.

Fati then continued to thrill the 80,000-plus Nou Camp crowd with a series of skilful thrusts down the left wing, coming close to more goals on several occasions and making it plain that this prodigious teen is poised for greatness.

So, who is he and where did his sudden explosion on to the scene come from?

Following the family footsteps

Fati was born on 30 October 2002 in Guinea-Bissau, and spent the first six years of his life in the African country before moving to Herrera, a tiny town in southern Spain, after his father Bori – a former semi-professional footballer in Guinea-Bissau – found work as a driver for the town’s mayor.

At first, Ansu was outshone by his elder brother Braima, who was signed by Sevilla’s academy. But Ansu joined him before long, and by 2010 his dribbling and shooting talents had attracted serious interest from Spain’s big guns.

According to Bori in a recent radio interview on RAC1, the best financial offer came from Real Madrid – but Barcelona made more effort, with then-academy director Albert Puig (now at New York City FC) making a personal visit to the family home to state the Catalan club’s case. Barca also offered residency within their famed La Masia youth complex, so the Fati family headed to Barcelona.

Braima and Ansu – who were later joined at La Masia by younger brother Miguel – continued to impress, although they were temporarily sidelined in 2014 following Barca’s transfer ban for breaking Fifa regulations on signing young players from overseas. (The Fati brothers had moved from within Spain so they were not directly implicated, but the club briefly removed them from the line of fire as a precautionary measure).

Ansu had another setback in 2015 when he suffered a broken leg, but his progress would not be hindered and last season he was one of the stars of the Uefa Youth League, scoring twice in the semi-final against Chelsea but seeing his team knocked out on penalties.

His goal-laden performances for the youth team were also rewarded with a solitary call-up for the club’s reserve team, which competes in Spain’s third-tier Segunda B Division. So Ansu’s first taste of professional football, in March this year, came in a distinctly underwhelming manner: an unused substitute in Barca B’s 1-0 victory at Ebro in front of a couple of hundred spectators.

At that stage, Fati was still a million miles away from first-team football at the Nou Camp. But then came a whirlwind summer.

New contract and first-team debut

The first real sign of just how highly Barca regarded Fati’s talents came in July, when much-hyped 16-year-old midfielder Xavi Simons stunned the club by accepting a big-money offer from Paris St-Germain.

The day after Simons’ departure, Barca responded by handing Fati a new three-year contract with an eye-watering release clause of 100m euros, sending out a clear message to predators: one of La Masia’s crown jewels had been stolen, but Simons would be the only one to slip away.

Even so, Fati was expected to spend this season continuing to play for the youth team – now managed by former goalkeeper Victor Valdes – with occasional bonus outings for Barca B, and he was not included in the senior squad’s pre-season trips to Japan and the United States.

Fati wasn’t even considered for selection in Barca’s season opener against Athletic Bilbao, but when that game resulted in Luis Suarez and Ousmane Dembele suffering injuries, joining skipper Lionel Messi on the sidelines, manager Ernesto Valverde was suddenly left with a serious shortage of numbers in attack and called Fati into the squad for the home opener against Real Betis.

The 16-year-old made it to the bench and, with his team leading 5-1 and the game already won, was introduced as a substitute for the final 10 minutes. Fati instantly looked at home, producing some bright touches on the right wing and earning a warm congratulatory post-match embrace from Messi.

Even better came the following weekend. With Barca trailing 1-0 at half-time against Osasuna, Valverde reacted by calling Fati from the bench during the interval. The decision was vindicated within seven minutes, as Fati rose to meet a right-wing cross from Carles Perez with a pinpoint header into the bottom-left corner, becoming Barca’s youngest goalscorer.

Following the deadline-day departure to Celta Vigo of Rafinha – starter in the previous two games – Fati received another promotion from Valverde for Saturday’s visit of Valencia, being elevated into the starting line-up for the first time.

Youngest Barcelona scorers in the 21st century Player Date Opponent Age Ansu Fati 31 August 2019 Osasuna 16 years 304 days Bojan 20 October 2007 Villarreal 17 years 53 days Lionel Messi 1 May 2005 Albacete 17 years 312 days Thiago Alcantara 20 February 2010 Racing Santander 18 years 315 days Munir El Haddadi 24 August 2014 Elche 18 years 358 days

Back down to the youth ranks?

Before you anticipate seeing Fati starring at the Nou Camp on a weekly basis, however, there is a clear message from within the club: slow down.

The reality is that Fati has only been able to enjoy his meteoric rise to the first team because Messi, Suarez and Dembele have all been out. When they are fit, the youngster will lose his place. In fact, that has already happened: Fati was taken off after an hour on Saturday for Suarez, who promptly marked his return from injury with two brilliantly taken goals.

And in the wake of Fati’s electrifying full debut, there were plenty of words of caution. Valverde emphasised the importance of “our job to protect the player”, while defender Clement Lenglet added: “We have to be calm with him. He needs to listen to people and work hard, because playing for Barca is very difficult.”

Despite the teenager’s stellar start to the campaign, it remains the case that Barca’s first-choice forward line this season will be Messi, Suarez and Antoine Griezmann, and the most Fati can hope to achieve is competing with Dembele for the status of first-choice back-up.

And that could be a closely fought battle. Valverde has never been truly convinced by Dembele, who is supremely gifted and frustratingly erratic in equal measure, and pundit Michael Robinson came down in Fati’s favour during his television commentary on Saturday’s game against Valencia, observing: “Fati on the pitch already looks more mature than Dembele.”

Fati certainly looks the part. He generally plays on the left wing (he wore the number 11 shirt in Barca’s youth teams), cutting inside to run at defenders or shoot with his stronger right foot. But he is also comfortable using his left foot, demonstrated by his assist for De Jong on Saturday, and at 5ft 10in he has a powerful frame and offers a good aerial threat, as shown by his excellent headed goal at Osasuna.

The fact Fati has already scored a header, a goal with his right foot and an assist with his left foot after just two hours of senior football is a neat indication of his all-round talents, and Barca fans are eager to see a lot more of him.

More immediately, though, Fati could receive the chance to shine on the international stage: the Spanish federation is reported to be rushing through the necessary paperwork to allow him to represent the country in the forthcoming Fifa Under-17 World Cup, which will be staged in Brazil in October and November.

Remember the name. Even now, Ansu Fati is becoming impossible to forget.

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Barcelona's 20 y/o sensation is La Masia's statement to the world - opinion

Earlier this month, Riqui Puig celebrated his 20th birthday. But it was actually much more than just that. With his 20s now in full throttle, it would be about the time he steps into the grind of the senior team and leaves the youthful Barcelona B behind him. In many ways, entering the second decade could symbolically represent him entering the more serious phase of his career.

It would be about time and it would also mean he becomes only the third La Masia graduate to do so after Carles Alena and the now legendary Sergi Roberto after a long, long time. I say legendary for many reasons. Of course, by now everyone knows it was he who slotted the sixth and final goal into the net of Paris Saint-Germain on that faithful night at the Camp Nou and the night the famous “Remontada” was born.

But Roberto also symbolises the last graduate from the famous academy who truly made it. Officially and undeniably, he waited, he was patient, he sacrificed a lot, his play style and preferred position including, to get where he is right now. For so long, he was the role model the kids looked up to and though: “Maybe one day, that could be me.” Maybe so. Of course, there’s also Rafinha but despite always being here, he never truly got his chance with only 87 games to his name and is now looking likely to be sold by the club.

Regardless of that, there’s no escaping the gloomy feeling that’s been surrounding the academy. The recent losses of Takefusa Kubo to Real Madrid and Xavi Simons to Paris Saint-Germain can attest to that. Two of the most talented and famous La Masia students snatched away by a better sporting project or better financial support. Whatever the true reason was is, for the most part, irrelevant. All that matters is that they are not here now. Just like countless before them. Jordi Mboula, Dani Olmo or Alejandro Grimaldo, just to name a few of the really painful losses in the modern era.

Long gone are the times of the golden Barcelona generation; squads comprised of many La Masia graduates that toyed with grown men on the biggest stages of them all. Xavi Hernandez, Andres Iniesta and of course, Lionel Messi, all three springing from that same academy, “the farmhouse”, as the loose and maybe even somewhat degrading English translation goes, and more importantly, all three on the podium for the best players on the planet. But that was back in 2010. Nine years ago. But it really seems like an eternity, doesn’t it?

Fast forward to 2019 and the only La Masia players in the squad are the veterans, for the most part, at least. Alena and Roberto are holding on valiantly but are also somehow passing under the radar. Roberto because he’s been played out of position for long enough to turn into a villain for some the fans at times and Alena because, for all his brilliance and talent, he is not as flashy as people might want him to be.

But Puig definitely is. And if the early signs are anything to go by, he is the one to turn people into believers once again. Nowadays, it’s easy to say La Masia doesn’t produce superstars as regularly as they once did and, for the most part, that is very much true. But one other thing to note in this case is that the golden generation of Xavi, Iniesta, Busquets, Pique and Messi was exactly that – a golden generation and definitely an exception to the rule and not the rule itself.

And the world, of course, took it as the absolute minimum in terms of what they expect on a yearly basis. Apart from being totally unfair, it is also totally unrealistic. The aforementioned players are some of the world’s best and expecting such players to spring out every couple of years is insane, to say the least.

But back to Puig. The now 20-year-old midfielder has been dancing on the edges of the senior team for a couple of years already and while he is still not officially a first-teamer, that may change in the coming year. The sheer quality he possesses was on display in every game he played in pre-season and the youngster was very much running the show despite playing beside vastly more experienced players.

Throwing him into the fire of La Liga might seem harsh at first but it’s very much also that trial with fire that he needs. And if the early signs are anything to go by, he seems to be ready for it. The only concern is the crowded midfield at Barcelona which could limit his minutes going forward. Is it better to get regular football at a lower level or limited at the highest? That question seems to plague most of the top clubs that have emerging stars in their rosters.

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Puig, however, very much shows the signs that La Masia is still alive and kicking and the production line, albeit slower than before, is still churning out talents bound to take the stage by storm. The 20-year-old is that prototype, benchmark, Barcelona DNA midfielder that we keep hearing about from the media.

It may seem like a truly forgotten prospect, however, but his emergence, together with the likes of Alena and Ansu Fati, who are also waiting on the sidelines, will prove the myth of the downfall of La Masia false.

But it all starts with Puig’s promotion. And the best part yet?

That’s just a triviality and a matter of time. And when it finally happens, the future might be Blaugrana once again.

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He Knows pt. 3 || Rafinha Imagine

Notes: ITS HERE! I hope you all like it! Feedback is appreciated of course and suggestions! Warning: A tiny bit of smut but it doesn't turn to smut. "It's a girl" the doctor says, moving the instrument on your stomach. You quickly grin and look at Rafa who was smiling brightly, the one you loved were his smile reached his eyes and squinted. "And a boy" the doctor adds and your eyes widened, just like your boyfriend's.   "Wait-" Rafa says quickly but hesitates.   "What?" You ask, both of you looking at the doctor with wide eyes.   "You will be having twins, a boy and a girl, congratulations" he says with a grin, and both of you were too astonished processing the news. "I'll leave you two think it through" he says while Rafa and you look at the monitor that showed the two small frames that were your kids before you look at each other again. The doctor hands you a towel for you to remove the gel from your stomach and turns off the screen before clicking something. Then, he leaves.   "We..." You start as you blink several times.   "...are having twins..." Rafa finishes before he chuckles and starts peppering you with kisses all over your face making you giggle and squirm. "We will have twins!" He says excitedly and kisses a part of your exposed stomach that is not covered in gel.   "You wanted this, didn't you? You jinxed me and now you have the best of both worlds" you tease and clean the gel off your stomach as you sit up, him helping you as he chuckled.   "I didn't ask for it, I did wanted the pair, but not as twins, but I don't mind it" he says and you laugh.   "Sure, since you won't be fat like a whale carrying them" you tease.   "You won't look like a whale. You will look beautiful. I will help you with everything" he says quickly. When has he ever not done that? Rafinha has always, even before your pregnancy, been supportive and made sure you were comfortable in every way. Not the suffocating way, but the most loving and gentlemen way. One of the many reasons why you fell for him.   "I know, Rafa" you say and cup his cheek. He is still grinning like a little kid when he leans down to kiss you happily, smoothly pulling down your shirt.     You two went to Rafa's doctor to follow up on his cut the same day. The doctor had given you a copy of the picture he took of the ultrasound and Rafa was staring at it as he spoke to Thiago and told him about the news, happily telling him every detail.   "I'm having twins! A boy and a girl" he said into the phone chuckling. He spoke a few more minutes with him before he handed the phone to you as he was called for check up.   "I bet he is being a kid about all of it" Thiago says into the phone making you laugh.   "Yeah, he is really excited. He didn't want to call you right away because he wanted to post the picture on instagram and wait for your reaction, he didn't want me to message you either" you admit.   "I thought he wouldn't tell me" he chuckles. "How are you holding up, though? Is everything alright? Your studies?"   "Yep. Filled the papers for graduation, but I won't actually go to the ceremony. Its the same month I might give birth and I don't want to risk having contractions in the middle of my speech" you laugh, so does Thiago.   "Just going to ask for the diploma then?"   "Pretty much, its faster too so I can start working."   "You realize that my brother won't let you work, right? Not after those news."   "Trust me, I know" you smirk before adding, "But he knows that as soon as I can I want to work. I don't want to depend on him."   "Good luck with that" he says and you smirk. "Hey, you let me know what they say to him about the injury follow up. I have to go get ready for practice."   "I will. Take care" you hang up and walk over to the room Rafinha is in. He has some sort of mask over his face, every section of it marked according to his features. Your eyes looked at him, showing confusion.   "Hey babe, I didn't tell you, Marvel wants me as a superhero" he says and chuckles, which you join.   "For a failure of a hero, we already have Deadpool. Stick with football" you lean against the wall and take a picture of the doctor's working around him.   "I want that picture" he says and you roll your eyes.   "Mrs. Alcantara" a doctor says and you look at him, "We are making a mask he can use so he is able to play the next games. It will help him place the nose back in place and protect his face. He should be able to play as normal" he explained.   "Thank you, doctor" you smile.   "What would be a good superhero name for me?" He asks and you roll your eyes before laughing. You loved that about Rafa, he never stops joking or smiling even in hard times.     "Done" Rafinha said as he posted the picture of the ultrasound on his social media. The picture was your hand and his holding the picture and you found it adorable. You posted it on yours too, just for the fun of it, but everyone you knew followed your boyfriend too, so there was no point.   "Phones blowing up in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1" you wait.   "Failed" he said with a chuckle and moved on the couch, his body laying down across your lap, his ear on your small bump. "Hey babies, daddy can't wait to show you about football and spoil you" he cooed and you smiled down at him, hands running through his, finally, growing hair.   "Are you happy about this?"   "Of course, why wouldn't I? I'm having kids with the girl of my dreams" he says, blowing you a kiss making you smile. He smiles back before lifting your shirt and kissing your bump causing your eyes to flutter.   "I saw that" he teased and you blush before he sits up and pats his thigh, making you roll your eyes before you sit on his lap. "You look beautiful, Y/N. Our babies are making you look...wow..." he said as he circled his arms around you, holding you close. The way he was looking at you making you blush.   "What are you talking about?" You giggle shyly.   "You just look different. You have this glow on you and this vibe..."   "Are you sure it isn't the new bonsai we got that is making you relax and see things?" You joke and he laughs.   "Te amo" and with that he moves to kiss along your neck.   Your breath hitches and your hands tighten around his shoulders as he does, neck automatically exposing itself to his lips. He was leaving open mouthed kisses along it, teeth grazing the skin teasingly earning a quiet moan from you.   "Rafa..."   "Please, princess. We haven't been together like this. I've been training and you've been studying..." he was at the edge of whining and you have to suppress a laugh.   You bite your lip before moving to catch his lips with yours, hands resting on the side of his face as you deepened the kiss. His hips shift under yours and you moan into his mouth, only making him continue the movement and move your hips under his lead. His tongue runs along your lower lip and then the upper and you grant access, his tongue moving against yours as the kiss got heated. You run your hands through his hair, missing the hair you used to play and pull at when you were in this situation.   Your whole body is warming up at the actions, and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a moan as your hips created friction. You are out of breath after the heavy make out session, your heart pounding wildly against your chest. You move to kiss his neck and he groans, a sound that made you feel good because of what you were doing. His fingers are running along the end of your shirt and down your back, a shiver going down your spine.   "Y/N...Babe..." he pants as his hips moved against yours. You hum out in response and when he is about to speak, the phone goes off. "You gotta be kidding..." he growls, his head tilting backwards.   "If its Ney ignore him..." You say as you take the moment to kiss his neck again.   "I will kill him.. " he mutters and you move off his lap so he can reach for his phone that rang on the table in front of your couch. "Grandma" he says and answers.   You run your hand through your hair and watch him talk, she was calling about the picture and he was happily giving her all the details. Your parents knew of the news right away and were happy for you. Since they both still worked at your hometown, they weren't able to travel until they could get their vacations set up, which you hoped it would be before the babies are born.   As he talks, you scroll through his page to see all the comments of his followers about the baby, a smile appearing on your lips. He smiled at you as he continued to talk through the phone, now speaking to his grandmother how you were doing. Your phone goes off in your hands and see that the caller ID belonged to Neymar.   "Hey"   "I'm going to be uncle of two?!" He almost shouts into the phone making you pull it away as you giggle.   "Yeah, you are getting old Ney" you tease and he chuckles.   "Never. Hey, do you guys want to come with us to the new restaurant they opened downtown? We agreed it was a guys only thing, but we need to celebrate your news."   "By us, who do you mean? Not the whole team, right?"   "Nope, almost. Leo, Luis and Pique, although I'm not sure he'd go since he is taking care of the kids. Shakira is away for a music video."   "Oh. right. Thanks for reminding me. I haven't told her about the news."   "So, you coming?" Ney asks.   "Yeah, sure. We will be there."   "Alright, see ya' there." And you both hang up.   You hadn't noticed Rafa had hung up and looking at you, a mischievous smile curving his lips.   "Now, where were we?" He asks as he moves forward making you lay on your back.   "Neymar called..." You tried to say as his hands slid under your shirt and ran up your baby bump.   "And?" A kiss against your cheek.   "He asked if we wanted to go to a new restaurant downtown..."   "And?" He was kissing along your neck and shoulders now, which took all your concentration to form coherent words.   "I said we'd go..." Rafa pulls away and looks at you in disbelief.   "Seriously?! Now?" He sounded offended and you giggled.   "We have to eat. I have appetite for three now" you joke.   "But does it have to be right now? Not later? We were in the middle of something" he pouts and you peck his lips several times.   "I'll make it up to you when we come back" you promise and he continues to pout. "Come on, let's go."   The two of you get ready and meet with the others at the restaurant. As Ney said, it was a guys night, but you were the exception, and the others didn't seem to mind. You did felt bad though, Rafa hasn't spent much time with them alone, he was always around you and during games he'd come back home quickly so you didn't stay alone at home so long. During the conversation you learned that Lucho had told the others that Rafinha would be in the substitutes for the next game to get him back on track, which meant he had to leave for a couple of days since it is an away game.   It was something you were used to now, and it has never bothered you staying alone. Yes you felt lonely sometimes in the big house, but it was something you were slowly getting over it. Now, in this pregnancy phase, you knew he wasn't going to leave you alone at all. You could already see him being thoughtful by your side after the news. They were yet to be confirmed, but he was trying to be one step ahead in case it actually happened.   "Have you thought of names, yet?" Suarez asks as you eat. Rafinha being the one to answer.   "Not really, we are still processing we are having twins" he says and Leo chuckles.   "Good aim, man" Pique says and you almost choke on your water causing the trident and Pique to laugh. Rafa, on the other hand, was patting your back and chuckled as you cough.   "You did not say that!" You can't help but laugh at it, Neymar was at the verge of tears.   "Deny it! One try and suddenly you got twins. Those aren't easy to get" Pique continues and everyone in the table is laughing.   "I think we had enough of complimenting Rafael's...abilities" Messi tried. He tried hard to not make it related to the topic, but it only caused everyone to laugh again and his cheeks had turned red as he joined.   You loved hanging with them, they were so playful and joked so much. They lifted up your mood all the time. It was lovely seeing how they acted out of the pitch. Leo was the only one that you never guessed would joke so much, but he does, but keeps his serious behavior. Someone has to when Pique, Suarez, Ney, and Rafa were together.   "Did you told Shak about it?" Pique asks.   "I tried to call her but there was no signal. I did sent her a message, still no response."   "Maybe it was after she got on the plane. She finished the musical early and is heading back home. Will arrive tomorrow or so."   "Perfect" you hear Rafa say and you look at him curiously.     After a couple of hours at the restaurant, you all pay your bills and decide to go home. Tomorrow they will be training and Rafa had gotten a text from Lucho to join the others. You were on your way back home now, music playing in the car as Rafa drove. He was the first one to speak.   "If Shakira is going to stay with the kids while Pique is away, you can stay with her while I'm away" he says. Exactly what you were thinking.   "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine. Its just a few days..."   "I don't want you to be alone. What if something happens? What if you get dizzy again? You need someone with you."   "Shakira will have a handful with the kids."   "You always help her with them. Is either her, or, I ask grandma and Thaisa to come over for those days to take care of you" your eyes widened at that.   "I don't think that's necessary. I don't want to be a trouble to your family..."   "Y/N, you are my family. We are building a family" he says as he pulls into the garage of the house and turns to you. "They won't mind it. Grandma wants to see you and she said that we can ask her for anything if needed, so this is it. She can come over. Thaisa loves you, she won't mind being here and taking care of you" Rafa was right. His family had gotten used to you right away. There were no problems to click together and were always very welcoming to you. It was why you didn't want to push your luck with them.   Rafa gets out of the car to help you do so as well after you opened the door. He held you close as you headed inside the house. "I'll talk with Shakira about it tomorrow. You can ask your grandmother and Thaisa if they'd like to come. They can maybe come around the first few days and then I can stay with Shakira" you say and shrug.   "Whichever replies first." He says and you nod your head in agreement as you take your clothe to head to the shower. "Need help there?" Your boyfriend asks and winks making you roll your eyes playfully.   "Perfectly capable of showering myself, thank you though" you stick your tongue out to him.   "But what about saving water?"   "Don't worry, I won't use much" you say and slowly close the door of the bathroom, leaving a small gap open because you didn't like closing the door completely. It made you feel as if you did it, it would feel like if you were rejecting Rafinha and that was obviously not a thing. You hear an audible whine from the room you two shared and you giggled. He could be such a kid sometimes. "Would you like to help me get in?" You say playfully and next thing you know Rafa is right behind you and you laugh as he wraps his arms around you, kisses being peppered all over your shoulders and what he could reach of your neck.     "We should really think of names" Rafa says as he walks out of the bathroom, wearing only his sweat pants, hanging just under his V line, you could see a few drops of water running down his toned chest, his wet hair all over the place, what was growing of it anyway. How did you get so lucky finding this man? He was perfect in every single way possible. "Earth to Y/N" Rafa says, a cheeky grin as he looked at you.   "Hm?"   "Not sure if you are thinking of our babies names or something else..."   "Shut up" the two of you laugh and he jumps on the bed besides you, doing what he usually did when he was about to sleep, resting his head on your stomach. "Is there any names you like?"   "Hm...I like a few...I like uncommon names" you say with a smirk as you run your fingers through his hair.   "Any in particular?" He asks looking at you.   "I like Emeraude..."   "Poor girl writing down her name" he teased.   "Can you do better?"   "Sebastiao...Just changes the last letter" he says and you roll your eyes teasingly.   "Well done, we just improvised on our babies names."   "It wasn't that hard, why do people complicate their lives with these?" He is looking at the ceiling now. "Although, what if we change-"   "Oh no. No changing names. Those are it." He sits up quickly and you laugh.   "We got this" you say and open up your arms and he lays down besides you, taking your hands in his and kissing them.   "Thank you, for making me this happy" he says and you lay down on your side facing him, his eyes were looking at you fondly and that made you blush. "I'm happy I waited for you all this time" he brushes his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss.   "And I'm happy you chose me to be the mother of your kids..." You lean in to kiss him, a simple lip lock that you sighed happily into before you pulled away to roll your body to the other side. His arm went around your waist, resting on your small bump and you both fell asleep happily.     "Thank you for being here in such short notice. I knew I could count on you" Rafa said to his grandmother as he placed her luggage and Thaisa's inside the house before taking them to the respective rooms.   "Y/N, good to see you!" Thaisa came over to you and hugged you tight.   "I'm so happy you are here" you admit as you pull away and grin at her before turning to Rafa's grandmother. "Celia, its good to see you again. Thank you for coming at the petition of the worried kid over there" you point at Rafa and she laughs.   "Whatever makes my boy happy, that's what I promised always when he was a kid" she says and you hug her. "Couldn't wait any longer to see how my great grandchildren will be doing. Have they been of trouble?"   "Not at all. Not yet anyway." You admit and she grins, a hand on your stomach.   "It has Alcantara DNA, beware. That one was a troublemaker when he was young."   "I'm...right here?" Rafa says pointing at himself.   "Isn't he still? I mean, he always makes fun of me and one time when I was learning to drive he started to panic when we were at a red light just to see my reaction" Thaisa confessed and glared at him.   "You were going fast."   "I was at a red light!"   "You are still a danger driving."   "Like if you were an expert" his grandmother says and you laugh.   "I'm leaving before I end up beaten here, this is just unfair."   The three of you laugh shortly and he comes over to Thaisa first, hugging her tightly. "Have fun. Take care. Behave" he says and she rolls her eyes. He comes to you next, cupping your face between his hands. "I love you. If anything happens call me. I'll let you know as soon as I'm in Paris, okay?" You nod your head and he pecks your lips, you can feel he just doesn't want to leave even if he also does want to leave. "And you..." he addresses Celia now, he pinches the bridge of his nose and let's out an exaggerated playful sigh. "Please don't embarrass me. Please behave" he chuckles and she grins.   Celia places a hand on his shoulder, pats it and nods her head, "I'll never do anything to embarrass you. I'll just tell her everything and see if she us up for it all" she was an amazing grandmother.   "Oh my God!" He groans and takes his bags. "Alcantara women are terrible" he mutters playfully, loud enough for all of you to hear.   "Remember your girlfriend here is one."   "I just lost my girlfriend to you two." He points at us before you here a beep outside. "Neymar is here. I love you three" he blows a kiss before he leaves.   Thaisa hugs you again and you smile. "So where do you want to go?" Celia asks as she looks at you. "Went shopping for baby things already?"   "Not really. Rafa said we could go when he came back so-"   "No. He has terrible tastes in baby things. Ask Thiago about it. Let's go to the mall now. Let me go get my things." She says and disappears up to her room in a few seconds.   "I'm too young to be aunt of three kids" Thaisa says and you laugh.   "Right! I just remember Thiago is also expecting. He said it will be a boy, right?"   "Yep. Thinking of naming him Gabriel."   "Oh right, I forgot. I need to call him later anyway."   "Do you have your names?"   "Yes. Emeraude and Sebastiao."   "The boy name was Rafael, wasn't it?" Celia asks as she joins you.   "Yeah."   "That kid always liked that name" she shakes her head with a smile. "Ready?"   "Yeah. Let's go." And that's how you started your day with Rafa's grandmother and sister. You could tell it was going to be quite fun. You didn't spend more than a day with them before, so you were grateful for tis opportunity. It was the beginning of a great relationship between the three of you.