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the end of the road

The start of a new series :) alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson!ex wife. Other writings about it here: 4 times

When you were thirteen you thought you met the love of your life, but now at twenty-six you realised you were wrong. 

Leah had always been the pretty, popular girl. When you immigrated to Melton Kaynes in 2013 with your papa, you were intimidated by her. Her natural blonde hair and blue eyes made everyone fawn over her. Everyone but you. Though that would quickly change. 

After an assignment threw the two of you together, she wanted to be around you. You didn’t think you were anything special, your ordinary brown hair, brown eyes and Spanish skin but to Leah, you were the most beautiful person she’d ever seen. 

There was something about your demeanour that drew her in. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care what people thought about you, or the way you helped others in class when they didn’t understand. She wasn’t sure, but she was ready to risk everything for you. 

Leah would follow you around like a puppy begging for a crumb of food. She wanted your attention, for you to see her. Truthfully you did see her but you weren’t confident in your own sexuality, so why would you be confident in hers? 

Slowly, your walls around her came down. You had a lot more in common than you realised. Her parents were divorced and so were yours. The only difference was who you lived with. Your mami had stayed behind in Spain, continuing on with the group homes and foster care foundation she had started. Your papa opted to move back to England and extend the foundation to more European countries. 

It was a random Tuesday when you first kissed Leah. She was rambling on about some football thing she disagreed with and you couldn’t help it. After the initial confusion Leah kissed back. It didn’t even get to the end of the day before she asked you to be her girlfriend, you were slightly hesitant, but said yes nonetheless. 

You tried to hide the relationship from both your parents. Your mami was the one that caught it first, secretly telling your papa not to freak out if and when you decided to share the news. It took a few months before you felt confident and comfortable enough to share it with them. 

Since their divorce, they remained friends. Real friends, there was no huge fight or cheating that caused it, they simply just grew apart and no longer loved each other in that way. As all three of you sat around the dinner table in Barcelona, you started to cry. The overwhelming feeling that your parents would be disappointed, angry or even resentful.

“Querida, what’s wrong?” Your mami was alarmed, one minute you were all laughing then you burst into tears. 

“I’m in love with Leah. She’s my girlfriend, I’m a lesbian.” It came out in a mumbled mess. “Please don’t be mad.” You quickly added once you realised neither of your parents were talking. 

“Pumpkin, we know.” Your papa smiled at you. 

“You do?” 

“Of course. Why do you think you have to keep your bedroom door open when she’s over? Or that she has to sleep in the guest room for sleepovers?” Oh. You never thought about that. 

“Why would we be mad?” 

“I don’t know. I guess because I won’t give you grandkids?” 

“You can have a baby another way. I’m sure if and when the time comes, you will give us the most perfect grandchildren.” Your mami wiped your tears. She was wrong though. 

As the years progressed, so did your relationship with Leah. Throughout the final two years of highschool you were an anchor to each other. When your mami was diagnosed with breast cancer, she was there. 

When your mami died eighteen months later, she was there. Holding you on the hospital floor as you sobbed so hard you made yourself sick. The entire time Leah was by your side, refusing to leave, letting you cry into her until you passed out. 

At twenty, Leah proposed in the country side of England. Without hesitation you tackled her to the ground repeatedly saying yes. You were going to marry the woman of your dreams. 

It felt like a dream, telling your friends and family, throwing an engagement party, having everyone congratulate you. Never in a million years did you expect for this to happen. 

Thanks to the inheritance you received from your mami, you were able to buy a house big enough for you and Leah, maybe a few kids down the line. It wasn’t the biggest or fanciest house, but it was yours. It felt and smelt like home. 

After being engaged for two years, you had set a date. The wedding was everything you and Leah had dreamed of. Her teammates from throughout the years, high school friends and your family from Spain were all in attendance. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in either of your minds. 

After the reception, you and Leah were able to sneak away for a few quiet moments. 

“You look so beautiful.” She said as she wrapped her arms around your waist. 

“So do you. I love you.” Your hand ran along her jaw as you took in the way she looked. Wanting to savour this moment forever. 

“I want to have a baby.” You were slightly taken aback with her serious tone but agreed straight away. 

Almost as soon as the honeymoon was over, the fertility treatments started. It didn’t take long, your second try, and you were pregnant. The pregnancy was a dream, you had limited morning sickness and no stretch marks. You and Leah were in heaven. But then the world shut down.

The COVID-19 restrictions awoke something inside of you. The feeling of missing your home country, the people who helped run the foundation and your mamis best friend, Marisol. You longed to go back to Spain, but with Leah’s football career kicking off you knew it wasn’t a possibility. 

The birth of your first child, a boy called Oscar, was something so magical and beautiful. You laboured at home with Leah for as long as you could, she was there doing whatever she could. Getting ice, massaging your lower back, swaying with you. You name it, Leah did it. 

After 49 hours, Oscar came into the world screaming incredibly loudly. As soon as he was put on your chest, both you and Leah burst into tears. 

Oscar was a dream baby. For a while it was just the three of you. While it was completely exhausting, it was worth it. You and Leah had created the most perfect little boy. You were happy with the life you created but you still longed to return home. 

It was harder to run the foundation from England then you anticipated. Marisol was taking care of the Spanish part of it, your dad looking after Germany and Switzerland. The UK was on you. Everything would go perfectly and then, in a blink of an eye, things would fall apart. 

Cracks started to appear in your marriage too. Leah was in the prime of her life, travelling all over for football, but you were stuck. Oscar was in nursery throughout the day when you worked but you couldn’t help but feel empty. 

Leah was coming home later, sometimes close to midnight. The sex had dwindled to maybe once a fortnight if you were lucky. You were the one that did everything. The laundry, house cleaning, paid all the bills, took Oscar to swimming and little kickers, read his bed night stories. It was as if you were a single parent. 

Then you noticed the signs. The change of the her phone password, no more flaunting you on social media, inviting you to team events. She made it seem like she was single. 

Oscar was only fourteen months old. You could see the future you hoped for disappear in a flash. Amanda, Leah’s mum, had taken Oscar for the night. It was supposed to be your date night. 

But as you sat there in the couch, heels thrown off near the door, dress started to feel constrictive, you realised that Leah wasn’t coming home. 

It was well past midnight when Leah came in. smelling like alcohol and someone else’s perfume. 

“Where have you been?” You asked, anger evident in your voice. 

“Out with mum.” She couldn’t even lie properly. 

“That’s a lie.” You said as you stood up, “your mum has Oscar. He’s been there since 3pm.” You watched her reaction. You walked closer to her, wanting her to know how serious you were, “I don’t care who she is. If you keep seeing her, we are done. Oscar and I will go back to Spain.” 

“Babe-“

“No.” You put your hand up to stop her, “it’s us or her. You decide.” 

She chose your family. You never asked who the girl was, you suspected, but it was never confirmed. You made her go to therapy, then for you both to go to marriage counselling. You worked hard to regain trust and Leah proved to you again why you loved her. 

It took six months but then stupidly you agreed to a second baby. For the first two trimesters Leah was there. Helping more with Oscar, doing house work, taking you out on dates and being the loving wife you knew she was. 

As you were nearing your final month of pregnancy, things were getting harder. Leah was barely around, the love you once shared seemed to be a distance memory. Most nights you cried yourself to sleep, hand in your belly as you did so. 

You needed help, Leah would have excuse after excuse so you hired a nanny. Isobel was from Spain too, spending the year studying in London. She was perfect, you were able to speak your mother language to her, Oscar picked it up quickly too. 

It was a relief. To have the help with Oscar and household chores. You got to focus on the last few days of work before you went on maternity leave. The due date of your daughter was approaching fast, as was Christmas. 

The Christmas market was a favourite of yours. The light snow dusted the ground, the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate filled the air. Oscar looked so cute in his winter suit with his gloves and hat, and there was Leah. Looking as beautiful as you remembered. 

You felt giddy like a children when she told you she’d be joining the two of you tonight. This would probably be your last outing as a family of three. By the time you were at home in bed, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You were incredibly happy that your family was slowly coming back together. 

It didn’t last long though. On December 21st, you sat at home on the couch. Oscar was already in bed asleep and the time was nearing 8.30pm. All day you had been having slight contractions, but the sharp pain that ripped across your stomach was nothing you’d ever felt before. 

Something was very wrong. 

You tried ringing Leah. Over and over again. But each time she declined the call. You texted and she left you on read. The final text message you sent that she did reply to broke your heart. 

You: somethings wrong Leah. I’m bleeding and the pain is horrible. 

Leah: what do you want me to do about it?”

You: I need to go to the hospital. Oscar is asleep. 

Leah: call an uber or something. Idk. 

The anger you felt was very quickly replaced with fear. Your two and a half year old son was sleeping upstairs, your wife was being a bitch and there was no other option than to call for an ambulance. 

So that’s what you did. First you rang Amanda, Leah’s mum, then you rang an ambulance. As you potted around the loungeroom, blood was dropping onto the floor. You knew it needed to be cleaned before Oscar woke up otherwise he would freak out. 

Thankfully, Amanda arrived quickly and so did the ambulance. 

“Leah’s not coming. Please stay with Oscar.” You begged her as they loaded you up. Something flashed across Amanda’s face, probably anger and disappointment in her daughter but at that moment all you could focus on was your own daughter. 

Somewhere along the way you rang your dad and Marisol begging them to come as fast as they could. They tried but ultimately you gave birth to your beautiful daughter alone, at 4.44am. 

You were exhausted and didn’t even bother looking at your phone, missing the millions of instagram notifications until it was too late. 

Marisol was the first to get to the hospital, meeting your daughter, Amelia, a mere 45 minutes after she was born. She told you how proud she was of you, how you did such a good job and you couldn’t help but cry. 

Since your mami had died, Marisol took over that role. She was your mamis best friend, your godmother, one of the best people you knew. After a few hours and minimal sleep, you decided to message Leah. Letting her know that her daughter had been born. 

Before you could though you were overwhelmed with the amount of notifications on your phone. As you clicked on one, it lead you to the comments section of an instagram post. 

A post that contained your wife and a teammate. Kissing. At the same Christmas markets you took your son to a few days prior. You couldn’t stop the sob that came out of your mouth. Both your dad and Marisol stopping what that were doing immediately.

“What’s wrong!” 

“Is something hurting?” 

“Leah-“ was all you were able to get out, shoving your phone into Marisol’s hand. Their hearts broke for you, less than 10 hours after giving birth you found out your wife was cheating on you. 

It started to make sense. The distance, the late nights and early mornings, the way she separated herself. It made you nauseous. Was she cheating when she begged for a second kid? Did she fuck someone in the house you lived in together? In your bed? 

Before you had the chance to completely spiral, Oscar ran into the room. Excited to meet his baby sister and see his mama. There was a look of anger on Jacob’s face when he walked in and saw Leah still wasn’t there. 

For an hour they kept up appearances but then you politely asked everyone but Amanda to leave. 

“Leah cheated on me. I don’t know details, and I don’t want to know details but I want all of her stuff out of my house by the time I’m home.” 

Amanda was confused so you took the liberty to show her the photos. Confusion turned into anger. She called her own family to organise the removal of Leah’s belongings, your dad took the chance to call a locksmith. 

If or when Leah decided to return to the family home she would find all of the locks changed and her belongings at her mother’s. 

You were good in a crisis. Level headed and calm, always the first point of call when something went wrong with the foundation and this was no different. The crisis was now your life and you had to fix it. 

Christmas was a good distraction, Leah had attempted to reach out, to promise it was a mistake, a one time thing. but the wound had been created and she couldn’t fix it now. 

Over new years Oscar struggled. You all did. thankfully your dad and Marisol hung around for as long as they could. 

Leah had only met Amelia twice. By the second time she didn’t seem interested at all. As if this baby was just a burden to her. Amanda visited often, as did Jacob. One night you decided to break the news to them. Oscar was already passed out in bed and Amelia was asleep in the bassinet. 

“I’m moving back to Spain. The kids will obviously be coming too. I’m selling the house.”

“What about Leah?” Amanda asked. 

“She can see the kids whenever she likes. I won’t keep them from her. However in the last week she hasn’t reached out at all.”

“That’s it? You’re giving up?” Jacob asked, raising his voice. 

“There’s nothing to give up on Jake. She cheated, she ruined this family. Not me. I gave birth alone, I have been raising our son alone.” 

“Have you told her?” 

“I tried. She left my message on read. I sent in the divorce papers, I don’t want any money from her, I don’t want to fight over this but I will if I have to.” 

Amanda let a few tears slip before she spoke up, “you deserve better.” 

“Mum!”

“No jacob she does. Leah broke this family, Leah left her wife alone to give birth, she went out to a public place and snogged a teammate. You can love your sister but this, this is her fault. Y/n, I will support you through this. You’re a wonderful mother, both those kids are incredibly lucky to have you.” You cried as she hugged you goodbye, the chapter was closing and while it is what you wanted, you felt incredibly heartbroken. 

Leah fought the divorce. It was ugly and it was messy. The prenup prevented either of you from getting each other’s money, you would keep the house. The judge agreed that sole custody would reside with you for the mean time and in a year it would be revisited. 

The alienation started almost immediately. Leah would tell Oscar it was you that broke up the family, that you were taking him away from her. Never once did you correct her, there was no way you wanted to mess up his toddler mind more than it already was. 

Spain was a breath of fresh air. You had reached out to Isobel, explaining most of what had happened and said if she was to find herself in Barcelona anytime soon, you’d happily hire her again. 

Oscar settled into his new daycare easily, at home he wasn’t so settled. You tried to be understanding, but it was so incredibly hard. Your marriage was over, your soon to be ex wife was alienating your son, the friends you shared with her slowly stopped reaching out. 

Once your maternity leave ended, you threw yourself into the foundation. Wanting to make it grow, fix everything you could. 

The idea of a compound came to you in the middle of the night. Amelia was teething and as you sat there comforting her you thought about all the teen parents doing the best they could. Fostering teenagers wasn’t something many people did, so foster a teenager who had a baby was even more limited. 

You drew up a rough plan, something to discuss with Marisol later in the day. It consisted of an apartment style complex, 6 or 7 houses, 1 and 2 bedroom apartments with one on the end for a caregiver. 

When you bought the idea up with Marisol and Miriam, the manager of the under 10s portfolio, they were on board immediately. It wouldn’t be easy to pull off but you were sure you could do it. 

While you threw yourself into work to get over the heartbreak, Leah threw herself into the beds of other women. No matter how hard to tried to avoid it, there was pictures and comments plastered on the internet. 

Oscars behaviour was getting worse. After every phone call, every quick visit, he would come back rude and mean. You knew he was struggling but you also knew that he couldn’t talk to people like that. Leah refused to help, she claimed he was the perfect child for her and this was all your fault. 

As the months pushed on, you worked tirelessly to began this project and when it started, you couldn’t help but shed some happy tears. All the extra hours you put in once the kids were asleep was finally going to pay off. 

When Leah tore her ACL you were conflicted. On one hand you were sad she wouldn’t be able to captain her team in the World Cup, but on the other hand she would be able to be move present in your children’s lives. 

Her relationship with the now five month old Amelia, was practically nonexistent. You weren’t breastfeeding, finding that it was causing you more stress than it was worth. When offered to have her over night, Leah would straight up refuse. It was getting to a point that was concerning to you. At no point did you want your daughter to grow up feeling less Love from her own mother. 

Oscar’s third birthday was fast approaching. Leah, who had done her knee, wouldn’t be attending the pre-world cup camps. Her family and yours would come together in Spain and celebrate him. As much as it hurt seeing her and her family, you had to swallow your own feelings to put Oscar first. 

He loved every second of it, all the attention, the food, the love. It had been a while since he had been that happy. As the day came to a close, Jacob and Oscar were outside on the trampoline, Marisol and Amanda were pottering around tidying up and you had just put Amelia to sleep when Leah came up behind you. 

“I miss you.” She whispered, learning up against the door frame. 

“Leah-“

“No I do. I know I fucked up but I want to fix it. I love you, only you.” She looked at you like you hung the moon, as much as you still loved Leah, you couldn’t do that to yourself. 

“I can’t Leah. You cheated on me, left me to have a baby alone. I know you’re sad and scared and whatever but I’m not the person to find comfort in. I’m sorry.” You tried to push past but she grabbed on your arm. In an instant her mouth was on yours, kissing you. 

For a moment you let yourself melt into it. Forgetting what it was like to be kissed by here but then you realised what was happening and pushed her off. “Leah no.” It’s all you could muster before you headed back outside to collect Oscar. 

After that night, something in Leah switched. She started to be more cruel, not just to you but everyone around. 

You tried to co parent with her, but ultimately you had to take her back to court and get help. From that point on, all communication went through a parenting app. The lawyers and court could read it all and see what was being said. 

The worst part of it all was watching the fallout on social media. Leah’s fans were coming for your throat. Everything was your fault, it didn’t matter that she cheated, that she ruined your family. To them, their favourite captain could so no wrong. 

things changed when you met alexia. You were scared, nervous but mostly excited.

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4 times you meet, 1 time she asks you out

1

The first time you meet Alexia is in a board room. The foundation you helped run along side your papa and mamis best friend, Marisol, had become very famous around Spain. 

The main target was foster kids, housing them in a safe and steady environment. There were accomodations for teen parents, for kids who were older and aging out of the system. 

When one of your employees, Miriam, spoke to you in your office about an idea her friend had, you were hesitant at first. It was just a rough idea, but exactly how rough it was stressed you out. 

By the time the meeting took place, 5 months after that conversation, you were hoping for more detail. 

You’d only been back at work for two weeks, you ended maternity leave early just so you could attend this ‘important’ meeting. 

You had read the brief ready and made your own notes of what else needed to be organised for Alexia’s own foundation. 

When you walked into the meeting room, your papi and Marisol were sitting on one side. Alexia, her manager Joseph and her lawyer Marcus were on the other. Miriam was sitting awkwardly at the head of the table. 

“Hola, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you all.” 

The introductions were quick. You spent the next hour listening to a man drone on and on about the foundation and every time Alexia tried to speak up, she was interrupted. 

The meeting paused after the secretary, Laia, knocked on the door. 

“Sorry, y/n you’ve got a call.” 

“Tell them I’m in a meeting and I’ll call them back please.” You smiled over your shoulder to her. 

“It’s Oscar’s daycare. It’s an emergency.” Oscar. Your three year old son who was the rough and tumble kind of kid. The kind who didn’t cry when he got hurt, just got up and did it again. 

You shot up out of your seat. Ignoring the look from your papa. As you spoke to the teachers at the daycare centre, you learnt that Oscar had fallen and cracked his head open. Your heart dropped. 

You could barely think. You knew you had to call Leah, the kids other mother. But she was in London, or maybe somewhere else with her new flavour of the month. You took a minute before walking back into the meeting. 

“I’m so sorry. I need to go.” You said apologetically. 

“You’re leaving? You can’t leave. We came here for you. Your reputation precedes itself. We haven’t even gotten to the foundation plan yet.” Marcus said. 

“My three year old son is on the way to the hospital with a cracked skull, so I’m sorry that has caused you an inconvenience. And the reason we haven’t gotten to the foundation plan is because you keep talking. At no point have you given Alexia the chance to discuss her wants for this. Here.” You threw over copies of the report you had written up the night before. 

“What’s this?” 

“That is the report on the plan you gave me. You have a lot of work to do before I would even consider giving this the okay.” You walked after that. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later, once everything had calmed down at the hospital, that you were able to check your phone for any messages. 

|| Hola, Miriam gave me your number. I hope your son is okay and I thank you for the report. I will get started on it asap. 

Alexia Putellas. 

You weren’t in the headspace to respond so all you could do was thumbs up the message. After that, Alexia or her gaggle of men didn’t cross your mind again for a while. 

2.

The second time you met alexia was late at night in your office. Your two kids were finally spending the night with Leah, who admittedly was only a 5 minute walk away in a hotel, but it meant you could catch up on some much needed paperwork. 

A soft knock on the door frame startled you and you spun your chair around incredibly fast. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” She held her hands up in defence, with a shy look on her face. 

“Alexia what are you doing here? It’s late.” 

“Miriam told me you were working late and if I had any questions to come here. So here I am.” 

“Bloody Miriam.” You mumbled under your breath as you gestured for Alexia to sit, you caught the same smile on her face as she caught what you had said. 

For the next hour and a half you answered all of Alexia’s questions about how to make her foundation successful. Midway through you caught yourself thinking that it was refreshing how involved she was and how serious she was about it. 

There was yet to be a ‘celebrity’ work as hard as she had and it softened something within you. 

3.

Your friendship with Miriam started strictly professional but somewhere along the way you became really close friends outside of work. She didn’t mind joining you at the park with the kids, or playing with them in your lounge room. Your friendship was never a transactional relationship. 

When she announced she’d be having her birthday party and that she was inviting everyone, you were slightly nervous. Sure, you had friends, you had also met some of Miriam’s other friends in passing but this was bigger than that. 

You weren’t a partier or drinker. Not since having kids and even then, you only really drank with Leah to celebrate the end of the Arsenal season. 

It would also be your first time leaving your two kids with a new babysitter. Not your papa or Marisol. So to say you were edge would be an understatement. 

The dress you wore made you feel slightly self conscious. You were only six months postpartum and certainly not back to how you were before kids but Miriam had chosen it for you and since it was her birthday, you couldn’t refuse. 

The club was packed, as soon as you walked in you were bombarded by the smell of cigarettes, vapes, alcohol and body odour. Your own nervous system went into over drive straight away. 

You weren’t planning on staying long, a couple hours at max. Have a drink or two then Irish goodbye. 

It took an hour before you noticed her, Alexia was standing there laughing with another lady. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked at her. For whatever reason, you never really looked, but you were now and Alexia was stunning. She caught your eye and smiled at you and then you felt the heat on your cheeks. She no doubt caught you staring. 

It didn’t take long after that for the chaos to start. Alexia slowly made her way towards you and soon enough you, Miriam and her were in conversation. That was until a random drunk man interrupted. 

“Hola sexy.” He slurred out. You were taken aback. 

“Hi.” You gave him tight lipped smile, not wanting to encourage this conversation.

“I noticed you were alone, so I thought I’d come offer you a dance.” You heard Miriam snicker next to you and the man continued on, “I could buy you a drink, maybe we could leave together?” 

“That’s a nice offer but I’m actually a lesbian.” 

The man’s jaw dropped. “Damn.” 

“And she married.” Miriam laughed out as the man turned red and walked away. 

“Miriam! I’m not married.” You hissed at her, completely missing the way Alexia’s face seemed… sad? Disappointed?

“Technically you’re still married.” She yelled after you as you walked away. 

It was true. Technically you were still married. Since your marriage was officiated in the UK, it took 12 months of legal separation before a divorce was finalised and you and Leah were only in month six. 

You didn’t realise how much time had passed until you were standing outside on the balcony. It was getting close to midnight, and for the first time in a long time you felt yourself again. Lighter, happier, not just as a mother or a business owner but as an actual human. 

You heard her before she spot. The sound of her shoes clicking on the floor caught your ears, “needed some air too huh?” 

“Yeah.” You looked over and smiled, “it’s hot and loud in there.” 

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes. It was uncomfortable, the complete opposite and that made you feel better. From everything Miriam has said about Alexia, you wouldn’t be opposed to being her friend too. 

“She talks about you a lot.” You turn to her, giving her a confused look. “Miriam. She talks about how smart, funny and brave you are. That you’re a great mami and even better friend. She’s lucky to have you.” 

“I’m just as lucky to have her. She’s a great friend.” She nodded her head and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted. 

“Ah Ale! There you are. Alba and I have been looking for you.” She walked forward, putting her arm around Alexia. “Who is your friend?” 

“Y/n. Owner of the Future for All foundation.” 

“Ah you’re responsible for giving my daughter all that homework eh?” 

“Homework?” 

“The notes you made on my foundation plan. Mami is just mad I’ve taken over her kitchen table.” Alexia’s mami looked at her with so much admiration and love, it as something you missed from your own mami. 

“I’m Eli. It’s a pleasure to meet you officially, I’ve heard so much about you!” She smiled brightly. 

“Mami!” As you looked towards alexia you could tell she was blushing. You weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact her mami just outed her. 

4

Without realising it, you and alexia spent more time together. Usually it was in your office, sometimes with coffee or dinner, but it was strictly professional. 

Or so that’s what you told yourself. 

Alexia quickly became someone important in your life, someone you cared about. You even started taking your kids to the Barça women’s games. Which your son loved because it reminded him of his mummy and his time in London. 

“Alexia likes you.” Miriam said as she sipped her coffee. It was a quiet Sunday morning at the park. It was where you spent every Sunday morning. The two kids and your two dogs would run around and exhaust themselves before it was 11am. Every so often someone else joined. Sometimes your papa, Miriam or even Irene and Lucinda with their son Matteo. 

You didn’t realise how intertwined your life with Alexia had been. Even prior to actually knowing her. You ran in the same circles, enjoyed the same things and even had mutual friends without realising it. 

“I like her too. She’s a good friend. The kids like her too.” 

“A friend? That’s it?” 

You looked at Miriam. Really looked at her, “what do you mean? Yes as a friend?” 

“That’s not how she likes you. If you only want her friendship, maybe just let her know. Gently.” 

You let her words float around in your mind. She was alexia’s best friend, childhood friends, surely if Alexia did in-fact like you like that, she would’ve told Miriam. 

It wasn’t just the park Alexia would join our family it. It was swimming lessons on a Monday morning, or Oscars ninja course on a Wednesday afternoon. There were dinners and movie nights that she was there. 

As Alexia lay asleep on the couch, your daughter on her chest and Oscar’s hand in hers, it came crashing down on you. It was just a friendship you wanted. But that thought along terrified you. 

5.

Leah and her girlfriend broke up which meant she was finally spending more time in Spain and with her children. While that made you happy for them, it made you sad for your family as a whole. 

You wished she never cheated, you wish things were different but the reality was that they weren’t. Leah was who she was and you were who you were. The kids had two happy parents and two happy homes, instead of one unhappy one. 

Miriam had continued to send sly messages about Alexia and her feelings and Alexia had continued to show up. Her own foundation plan was done and it was time for her and her team to put it all together. 

You, Leah and the kids had gone out to ten pin bowling. Something that was a regular date night for you and Leah, it felt right to do it as a family again. 

While Leah got the kids bathed and dressed, you were busy finishing up dinner. Leah never slept at your house, only stayed long enough to put the kids to bed. When the doorbell went off you were busy putting the kids food on the table so Leah offered to answer it. 

“Putellas? What are you doing here?” Leah said defensively. 

“Aleeeee!” From Oscars spot at the table he could see her at the front door. He launched himself at her and she barely had time to brace herself. 

“Hey buddy. Is your mama home?” 

“No” “Yes!” Leah and William said in unison. “Mama! Ale is here!” 

“Thanks Leah. Oscar, can you please let go of Ale and go eat your dinner.” He hopped down quickly and ran back to the table. Leah, however didn’t move. She stayed there, arms crossed against her chest, with a frown on her face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Leah please.” You sighed, already knowing where this was going. “Go check on the kids.” 

You ushered Alexia further onto the front porch, shutting the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I was going to ask - I didn’t- this was a mistake.”  She turned around to leave, her hands clenched at her side. 

“Alexia wait!” You called out, “it’s not what it looks like.” 

“You are married. To Leah Williamson. She is the mother of your children and I was wrong to think anything different.” 

“No please. Let me explain. Yes technically I’m still married but that’s only because our divorce can’t be done until we are separated for twelve months, it’s been eight. There is nothing going on with Leah and I. That’s over, well and truly over. She’s here for the kids, she’s leaving tonight and won’t be back for a few more weeks.” 

You could pinpoint the exact moment the embarrassment washed over Alexia, “right, yes of course. Sorry.” 

“No sorries. The answer is yes.” She looked up then, confused, “you were going to ask me on a date right?”

“How did you know?” 

“Miriam. She told me a few minutes before you came.” 

“okay. Cool.” The shy, awkward Alexia was back. 

“Are you going to ask or?” You let it hang there for a minute. Not pushing her any further. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me? Wednesday night, 7pm at La Terraza de Ana?” 

“Yes, I would very much like that.” The smile alexia gave you was so bright it could’ve lit up the entire world. 

“Cool. I better go, I’ll text you!” You stood there with a smile on her face, watching as she all but skipped back to her car. 

While it was a little unconventional having your wife inside with your children, you couldn’t help but been at the thought of this new beginning. 

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request: competitive jenni, prank wars, jump-scares turned into flirting/foreplay

strawberry milk

Jenni likes to think she’s the funniest person alive. And she was to an extent. 

The pranks she threw were usually harmless. Stealing Marta’s socks, hiding one boot, scaring people in the hallway, and usually you only got scared at home. 

She’d hide under the bed and grab your leg as you climbed in, or stood in the closet in the dark and would jump out as you walked past. But being pranked at training was strictly prohibited. It was a deal you both made after she and Leila jumped out at you when you were carrying your metal drink bottle. 

The results? Bruises to their arms and stomach. It was their own fault really. 

However, there seemed to be a miss communication between Leila, Patri and Jenni about who their next victim was. Jenni knew you weren’t in the mood to be pissed off anymore than you already were. 

You had enough shit to deal with, the injury you were just coming back from, family stuff and Jenni’s move were enough on your plate. 

When Jenni realised it was you walking through the locker room door and not Jana, her heart and stomach dropped. You were supposed to be at the Physio for the next half hour which is why they decided to do this now. 

“Amor stop!” Jenni yelled out at you, but it was too late. The bucket of strawberry milk they had balanced on top of the door had already started to spill. The three of them were frozen in fear as it spilt on you. 

“What the fuck.” Your voice was low, and that scared them more than anything. 

“Am-“ Jenni started

“Don’t. Don’t talk.” You gritted out. “What the actual fuck is wrong with the three of you? You’re adults! ADULTS! Not children. Grow the fuck up seriously.” 

The commotion had caught the attention of most the team, leading them to walk through and see the strawberry milk all over you and the floor. Leila and Patri were half hidden behind Jenni, ready to use her as a human shield. 

You shoved Jenni off as she tried to come towards you. This was your final straw for the day, instead of showering, you simply grabbed your bag and left, telling Jenni to find her own way home after training. 

As you drove home and took a hot shower, you thought of a plan to finally get Jenni back. Maybe make her suffer a little more than she made you. 

Unfortunately for you, your sex life was no secret to the team. Jenni always discussed with Leila your new bedroom activities and they knew you were a bottom. Most of the time it didn’t really bother you, but it made planning your revenge even harder. 

It started as soon as she got home. You let her grovel, and then she asked the important question:

“What can I do to make it up to you?” 

You slowly walked over to her, standing in front of where she was sitting on the arm chair and straddled her lap. “I want to fuck you.” 

Jenni’s eyes got comically larger, “but amor. I always fuck you!” 

“Exactly, so you should let me have a turn.” 

She took a minute to decide and you used that time to leave kisses on her neck, sucking slightly at her jaw, “okay.” 

Her hands automatically tightened on your hips. Pulling you into her more. As the groping and kissing got more heated, you pulled away. Standing up and pulling Jenni with you. 

Phase one was complete, now it was time for phase two. Which you knew would be harder. 

You knew after the third orgasm she’d be more willing, so you kept going until she was there and as you kissed up her body, you asked. 

“Can I use the bed straps on you Bebe?” Jenni mumbled something that sounded more like a moan than words. “Words my love.”

“Yes. God yes.”

As you tied the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, all you could think was phase two completed. 

You got her to test them a couple of times to make sure they weren’t too tight, before kissing her a couple of times and getting off the bed. 

“Where are you going?” She asked, slightly panicked. 

“I’ll be right back. Just getting something.” Unbeknownst to Jenni, you had time to stew and put in a grocery order, then remake the bed with a waterproof protector so the mattress wouldn’t get ruined. 

Not only did you grab the strawberry milk from the fridge but you also got redressed. 

“Hurry up!” You heard Jenni yell out from the bedroom. So naturally, you did the opposite. Taking your time to wash your hands, have some water and quietly laugh to yourself. 

Slowly you walked back into the bedroom, strawberry milk hidden behind your back. 

“What?” Jenni frowned as she saw you, “why are you dressed?” 

Instead of saying anything you pulled out the strawberry milk, sitting it on the dresser for her to see. “I asked you nicely, many times, not to prank me at training and you knew how stressful this week had been for me.” You started.

“But-“

“Ah ah ah. I’m not done. I thought about all the times you’ve had me relaxed, calm or half asleep and then bam! You pulled a prank on me so now, well now it’s my turn. I have you at my mercy.” You gave her a sweet smile before opening the first bottle. 

“No wait! It was meant for Jana! You were supposed to be at the Physio, I swear! I promise on Andy’s life!” The realisation that you were serious settled into Jenni. You had never done anything back to her and now she was going to have to pay the price. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have scared me in the shower last night either. Or last weekend when you wore that stupid clown mask!” 

Before you could pour anything on her, you remembered the pillows. The expensive pillows you loved so much. You could’ve been more gentle when pulling them out from under her but you were still annoyed. 

You had no plan on how to do this, because in all honesty you didn’t think you’d get this far. Instead of slowly pouring it on her, you just dumped it. First on her hair and chest, then her legs and arms. 

Jenni tried with all her strength to get out of the restraints as you poured and unfortunately for her, it only made the strawberry milk make a bigger mess. A mess you would make her clean up. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She breathed out. 

“Only if you promise no more messy pranks. On me, Jana or anyone!” 

“Okay! I promise!”

“And you have to tell Patri and Leila too. And clean up this mess.” 

“Yes yes okay. Whatever you want!” 

You smiled to yourself as you got what you wanted. You let Jenni loose from the restraints and smiled at her as she huffed. 

True to her word, she did clean up all the mess and also apologised again. 

The next day when you walked into the locker room with Alexia, you caught the tail end of Jenni’s conversation with Patri and Leila. 

“…she tied me up and poured strawberry milk all over me! I was naked and exposed.” They gasped and turned towards your voice. All you could do was smile sweetly at them as Alexia laughed next to you. 

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I just want to give a little update on hidden part 4, it is coming however I ended up hating what I had written so I wiped half of it 🫠

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hidden (3)

part 1, part 2.

this one is short, i had to find the best spot to cut it in half. there will be 1 more part :)

Returning home was supposed to be relaxing, but instead it filled you with anxiety. You hadn’t been bothered to turn your phone back on, not wanting to deal with Alexia’s excuses.

But as you sat in your childhood bedroom, the same room that saw you confuse your love to your best friend, the same room that you kissed in, you couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in your chest.

You want Alexia to be here, experience your childhood house, your parents and brothers to embarrass you with silly stories. But that wouldn’t be happening. Instead, you were stuck in your room silently crying.

There was only one place you could think to go. Portland was your home for so many years, it’s where you grew up, fell in love for the first time and soccer your first professional goal.

It didn’t take long for someone to join you. You knew who it was as soon as she sat on the swing next to you.

“Your mom is worried about you.” You didn’t look up, just continued to kick the bark beneath the swing, “do you want to talk about it?”

“I was seeing someone.” You looked up at her, really looking at her. She was older now, as were you, but she was still the girl you fell in love with, even if you weren’t in love with her anymore. “I love her Sam. I really do but I can’t kept being a secret. I didn’t even want to go public, just met her friends and family. Every time I tried to push it, she would snap, and we would fight. Loving her is so exhausting.” Sam let you sit there and cry, and when you were done, she reached over and hugged you.

“you don’t deserve to be a secret, if she cant love you loudly and proudly, then she doesn’t deserve to love you in private.” You knew she was right but that didn’t make it hurt any less. for while, you both just stayed there. It was like you were kids again, talking about everything and nothing, while swinging on the swings or sitting o the slides.

When camp started you felt lighter, you were focused and ready to go. After the last Olympics and the disaster of a world cup, you were prepared to fight as hard as possible to medal.

The USA was grouped with Germany, Australia and Zambia. Out of the three teams, Australia and Germany were the two toughest, you never knew how the games could go.

France in the summer was beautiful; it was the best place for the USA to play some beautiful football and you did. The first game was 3-0 win against Zambia, then another win against Germany and finally the hardest game you’d have to play, against Australia, winning 2-1.

The communication with alexia had been silent and you were glad for that. She tried a few times to call and text, but once her own camp started, she left you alone. The Barca girls didn’t though, the group chat with Cata, Pina and Patri was consistently going off.

Mainly the conversations were about the Olympics and a quick trip away before pre-season, expect there was one comment that made you hold your breath.

“Alexia is upset. Irene seems to be on the war path about it.”

To them it was just gossip, but to you. To you it made your chest tight, your hands clamming and your eyes hurt. Alexia had obviously mentioned something to Irene. Your other captain.

You threw your phone onto the desk and walked out. This was not the time nor the place for this. You needed to focus, to do better and be better. There wasn’t time for feelings or apologies. Later, if the time came, you could deal with it then.

As the Olympics continued on, you secretly watched Spain play. They were going well, by the time the knockout round came, you could see how exhausted they all were. It was their first Olympics, none of them had been here before, felt how exhausting it was, bone crushing, soul burning, exhausting.

You were sure Spain would make it through to the Gold Medal game, but when Monste didn’t start their best player, Alexia, a horrible feeling washed over you. By the time she could subbed on, it was too late. The damage had been done, Brazil had scored four goals and that was a lot for them to make up in less than thirty minutes.

As the camera panned over the Spanish team, their tears and disappointment was clear but it wasn’t until you saw alexia that a few of your own tears fell. Your heart broke for her, she looked so sad, so exhausted and you wished you could reach out but you couldn’t bring yourself to face the hurt again.

After your own game against Japan, your phone was blowing up, as it turns out, the Spanish girls had also watched. They sat through the entire 120 minutes, some cheering as you tackled and won back the ball. You must’ve watched the videos back three or four times, watching everyone’s different emotions.

The bronze medal match between Spain and Germany took place the day before your gold medal game. You were holed up in your hotel room, away from the conference room and your teammates. You wanted to keep a little bit of dignity.

When Spain went down 1-0, you almost cried. They were playing so hard, pushing their bodies as much as they would go but it wasn’t enough. There was hope, a minute before the end of the game, a penalty was given to Spain and you knew that Mario was the first in line to take them, but then she didn’t. Alexia did.

And she missed. Your heart broke all over again, and for different reasons. You knew she was getting older and by the next Olympics she might not even be playing or selected. When the game ended a minute later, your eyes stayed focussed on her. She went through the motions, shaking hands, swapping shirts, but you knew behind it all, she was broken and exhausted.

The only text you sent off was to the group chat, extending your apologies. You wanted to reach out, to say something, anything, but you were pulled away for dinner.

Everyone knew the game was going to be hard, this would be Marta’s last chance at an Olympics, a chance for someone completely different to win. But somehow, the football gods were in your favour. When you scored in the 57th minute, the team crashed onto you. All you could think about is holding the led, even scoring again.

At no point did you think to look at the crowd, it was something you didn’t do until the end of them game. So when the final whistle blew and the celebrations finally slowed down, you finally took the time to look around.

The stadium was packed, different people, friends, families, strangers all littered the stand. They were all there because they wanted to be, they wanted to enjoy the atmosphere and enjoy women’s football.

When you spotted your Barcelona teammates, a smile broke out on your face, you made your way to the barrier but stopped just before you reached them. Admits the team, there she was. A white tee shirt, jeans and her favourite sunnies covering her face.

Alexia.

For a split second, you let your emotions show all over your face, forgetting about the cameras and the people around. If the others noticed, they didn’t say anything.

The girls all said their congratulations, gushing over how well you played and how proud they were. Only two people were silent, alexia you expected, but Irene you didn’t.

The post-Olympic celebrations carried on all night, the drinks were free, and the music was loud. You were so happy, almost the happiest you’d ever been. There was a moment, as the couple filled the dance floor, that hurt. You needed air and left.

You let the tears fall as you watched them all dance together, sharing their love with the ones around them, laughing and enjoying yourself. It made you remember the night on the beach with Alexia.

“After I win the Gold medal with Spain, we will go away. Somewhere quiet, on the beach, just the two of us.”

“oh you think you’re winning the gold over me?” you laughed as she scrunched her eyebrows.

“of course. I will win the Gold, and you will win the Silver. What is that Vicky says? We would be a power couple.”

“a power couple?” you laughed again as she pulled you into her and spun you around.

You didn’t hear the doors to the balcony open or the footsteps towards you. So when two different people wrapped their arms around you, it startled you.

“it’s okay baby girl. Your okay.” Christens voiced filled your ears and you couldn’t help but cry harder. You loved alexia, you loved her so much that for entire year you put your own wants and needs on hold. She was more important, and you would do anything to get back to her.

‘I’m in love with alexia Putellas… I don’t want to be a secret anymore… it hurts so bad.” You sobbed out, barely able to make any sense.

Sam had watched you leave the room in a hurry, she knew she couldn’t follow, she wasn’t what you needed anymore so she got Christen and Tobin. They would know what to do, they always did.

For an hour they sat with you, calming you down and sharing their own stories of their hidden relationship. By the end of it, you were exhausted, from playing a full came, the excitement and the sadness.

They helped you get into your hotel room, leaving you with water and Panadol for the incoming headache. Before you passed out from exhaustion, you finally let yourself message Alexia.

To Alexia: I am very sorry that you lost. You were defs the player of the Olympics, you deserved to win. You deserve everything Ale.

Your stupid drunk brain couldn’t just leave it there though.

I love you. I love you and you broke my heart, but I still love you. I don’t think ill stop.

You didn’t notice her reply in the morning or for the following weeks. Somehow, you had managed to mute the text thread with her in your drunken state. It wouldn’t be until you went back for pre-season that things would come out.