Iāve been thinking about this for a while, but I donāt want it to sound bad. I donāt write just for likes or interactions, I genuinely love sharing my stories and connecting over them.
Lately, though, Iāve noticed my fics have been getting a bit less interaction than usual. Iām not upset at all, Iām just curious if itās maybe the topic, the length, or something else that didnāt click as much.
So if you have any thoughts or suggestions, Iād really love to hear them ā¤ļø
Summary: After many years of sharing your love, you both decided it was time to multiply it. Butā¦ what could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: English is not my first language and traumatic birth
Part 2 (soon)
Youād always wanted to be a momāno point pretending otherwise. But still, you never really imagined the moment would actually come. Back when you were younger, you were super focused on your own growthāpersonally and professionally. You knew a baby would need love, patience, and stability, so you spent most of your youth learning to love yourself, to grow, to become a woman who wouldnāt fall apart over every little setback.
Even though you met Kylian when you were both pretty young, you always had it clear: you wanted to build your own career. Not because you thought your relationship wouldnāt lastābut because you wanted to set an example for your future kids. You knew, deep down, that no matter what path they chose, thereād be judgment. If they followed their dad into football, endless comparisons. If they did something totally different, people would say, āYeah, but thatās only because of who their father is.ā
So, you worked hardāreally hardāso that, at least professionally, no one would see you as ājust the wife of.ā Instead, theyād say, āYN? Oh yeah, the young woman with two degrees.ā
Stillā¦ the dream of being a mother was always there. Not in a hurry, but always present. Whenever you two passed by a tiny baby store on one of your quiet little date nights, you'd end up talking about āsomeday.ā Or during cheesy rom-coms, when the characters had joyful family dinners. Even when Kylian got approached by a little fan, you'd catch yourself imagining him holding your future child. So by the time your wedding cameājust close family and friends, no cameras, no pressāit wasnāt a surprise that everyone started wondering when the baby news would come.
Honestly, you two never had that conversation, about when you'd start trying. But it wasnāt necessary. Everyone around you could feel it. Even fans started noticing the kind of posts you were likingābaby tips, early pregnancy adviceā¦ People figured it was only a matter of time.
But for you, it didnāt happen with the usual signsāno sore boobs, no morning sickness, no dizzy spells. It was more subtle. Babies were just... everywhere. You kept turning down the wrong streets and randomly ending up outside crib stores. Your TikTok feed? Full of babies. Every conversation you had somehow circled back to motherhood. It felt like the world was gently pointing you toward something.
One night, while Kylian was away prepping for a Champions League game, you couldnāt sleep. You found yourself wandering into that āguest roomā that everyone knew was really the future nursery. You opened the window and stood there for a while, bathed in moonlight. You werenāt feeling any classic symptoms, but something in your chest whispered: āYouāre already holding somethingāsomeoneāinside you.ā Not physically yet, but emotionally, spiritually. Something warm, something waiting.
The next morning, you took the test. And even though deep down you knewāit still shocked you when it turned out positive. You werenāt even trying. But nowā¦ it was real.
And now came the fun part: telling Kylian.
Letās be honest, your marriage wasnāt some Instagram dream. You werenāt about to stage a cutesy shoe on the sofa pregnancy announcement for likes. In fact, you could barely even think about how the world would react. Humor had always been your shared language, so you decided to do something a little wicked. You snapped a photo of the test and sent it to him five minutes before his plane was supposed to take off, knowing he wouldnāt be able to reply. You knew heād kill youābut it would be worth it.
So when he finally got home, practically sprinting through the front door, slamming it behind him, all out of breath and wide-eyedāyou couldnāt stop laughing.
āTell me itās trueā he said, dropping his bags right there on the floor and running toward you.
āWhy would I lie, Kyky?ā you smiled, totally calm.
āGod, Iām gonna kill you. I nearly had a heart attack.ā he laughed, scooping you up in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed your face over and over like he couldnāt believe you were real.
From that moment on, you were living in a bubble. A pregnancy that felt like it belonged only to the two of you. Yes, your families were warm and supportive, but nothing compared to the way Kylian rushed home every day just to curl up beside you and trace slow, loving circles on your belly.
He was going through a rough patch at the clubānot for any specific reason or because he wasnāt happy, but more like... he didnāt fit in the same way anymore. The usual things that used to excite himātalking about cars, going out, joking around in the locker roomājust didnāt hit the same.
Now, as soon as training was over, all he wanted was to jump into the car and get home as fast as he could, to be with you, talking about baby names, what color the nursery walls should be, and picturing your new little life together.
Everyone around him could tell something had shifted. Maybe fans in the stadium didnāt notice much, but anyone whoād worked with him closely could see it plain as day. He was different.
Even during press conferences, where he'd always been laser focused and politeāno matter how annoying or repetitive the questions gotānow he was distracted. Heād leave his phone on the table in front of him, eyes flickering to the screen every few seconds in case you needed something. There were moments where he had to ask the same question to be repeated twice because his mind was simply... elsewhere.
"Kylian, how do you feel about your performance today?"
"Ohāsorry, can you repeat that? My head's kinda... somewhere else right now."
So when a few months later he scored a goal and ran straight to the camera, shoving the ball under his shirt in celebration, suddenly everything made sense. Not just for the fans watching at home, but for every single person on staff at Real Madrid.
See, the thing isāKylian loved football. It had always been his dream. And when he met you, it felt like life had finally clicked into place: a career, a purpose, and now, the kind of love that made everything worth it.
And of course, he wanted your child to grow up around that dream. If they decided to follow the same path, heād be their biggest fanāthough heād never push them to do so. But still, lately, every time he stepped onto a full stadium, the only thing on his mind was how quiet and safe your home felt. How comforting it was to be wrapped up in the soft intimacy of your pregnancy. And the truth wasāhe didnāt want to leave that behind. He wanted to run toward it. To stay there.
The club understood. They knew becoming a first-time dad was overwhelming in the best (and scariest) way. But still, there had been a few moments when they had to step in gently and remind him to keep his balance. They werenāt worried heād abandon footballāhe never wouldābut they also didnāt want his performance to suffer or the clubās image to take a hit.
Not that they could really complain. Anytime Kylian left early to be at a scan with you, he always made up for it. Heād make sure you were tucked in comfortably at home, with snacks, pillows, and anything you could needāthen head straight back and train double.
After all, what could go wrong? The baby was growing perfectly, the scans were smooth, and you had the best medical team in Madrid. It all seemed... safe.
One of the sweetest memories you held close was when Kylian gave you a small notebook.
Camavinga had actually gifted it to him with a little joke about āgetting your thoughts out before you explode.ā But Kylian had taken it seriously. After practice, he brought it home, slid it across the table, and said,
āYou might wanna start writing stuff down before this baby steals all your brain cells.ā
And so you did.
At first, it felt strange. But soon, the pages started filling up like they were waiting for you all along. On the first ones, you wrote about the uncertaintyāhow, even without feeling a single textbook pregnancy symptom, you just knew. Somehow, you already felt them.
You didnāt know what theyād look like or what theyād love or even what name youād chooseābut already, they were part of every conversation, every plan, every heartbeat. Not just in your heart, but in everyoneās who loved you.
As time went on, you wrote about the fear.
Fear that maybe you wouldnāt do it right. That you werenāt ready.
People always said the motherly instinct kicks in the moment you hold your baby... but what if it didnāt? What if you couldnāt live up to the examples around you? You had felt their presence from the very beginning, and yetāwhat if that wasnāt enough?
Then, just one week before your due date, your entries changed. You wrote with excitement.
Everything was ready. Kylian had fought (and lost) a hilarious battle with Ethan trying to build the dresser and the crib, and after some resistance, heād even had to call his dad for help.
After weeks of going back and forth, the name was finally decided. The hospital bag was packedātiny outfits folded for what would be their first time outside the safety of your belly. You checked it daily, just in case you forgot something, even though deep down you knewā¦ all you truly wanted was to finally hold your baby in your arms.
So when one morning you woke up to a strange damp feeling spreading across your body, something inside you whispered that maybe... this was it.
You stood up slowly, unsure and still half-asleep, heading to the bathroom with a bit of embarrassment. A small part of you wondered if it was just exhaustionāmaybe you'd just been too tired to wake up when you had to pee. You didnāt even bother peeling the sheets off the bed; your belly was so big now, it would've taken too much effort. You figured youād wait for the housekeeper to arrive, or ask Kylian to help later.
But as you stepped out of the shower, clean and slightly more alert, and felt your underwear soak through againāyou knew. This was the real thing. The baby was on the way.
You didnāt panic. Youād both gone to countless birthing classes together. You knew what to expect. So, instead of calling him frantically, you sent Kylian a calm, short message while he was at training:
āOur little one is coming. My water just broke. No need to rushāI barely feel any contractions.ā
When Kylian read it, his heart skipped, of course. But he took a breath. You wouldnāt lie to him. If it had been urgent, you wouldāve called the doctors right away.
So, with good luck chants from his teammates and a quick goodbye to the coaching staff, he rushed home.
He found you in the kitchen, leaning on the island counter, stopwatch in hand, calmly timing each contraction. There was still space between them, so you both took that precious time to share what would be your last quiet moment as just the two of you.
He stood behind you, wrapping his arms gently around your middle, his lips brushing your collarbone in soft kisses, occasionally rubbing your lower back in slow, soothing circles. You breathed together, swaying gently in that rhythm only two people in love could create.
As the contractions grew closer and stronger, he called the driver, helped you into the car, then ran back inside to grab the hospital bagsābags packed days before for the two people he loved most in the world.
Youād always told him about your dream birth. How the women in your family had all given birth naturally, without an epidural, and how you wanted to follow that pathāif it was still the best option for you. So when a young nurse named Daniela walked in to check your vitals, she didnāt hesitate to encourage you.
āYouāre doing amazing,ā Daniela smiled, listening to your babyās heartbeat. āYour body knows exactly what itās doing. And Iāll be with you the whole time, okay?ā
You nodded, and for the first time that day, you let yourself smile a little through the pain.
Over the next couple hours, you were closely monitored. They checked your dilation, your blood pressure, the babyās position. The pain came in waves, sharper now, but you powered through every one. Kylian never left your side, wiping your forehead, whispering encouragements, holding your hands through every breathless minute.
And then, finally, the time came.
āYouāre fully dilated,ā Daniela said gently. āItās time to push.ā
And you did. With everything in you. You became something wild, something unstoppable. A force of nature. Kylian stayed right by you, gripping your hand, whispering āYouāve got this, babyā through gritted teeth while brushing the sweat from your brow.
Untilāsuddenlyāa loud, piercing cry filled the room.
And just like that, your daughter was here.
Giselle.
Tears fell from your eyes before you even realized it. You barely heard the congratulations. All you could focus on was the wriggling, warm little body being placed gently on your chest.
But the moment didnāt last.
Just as they told you it was time to deliver the placenta, Kylian stood between looking at his newborn daughter and at youā¦ when the steady beep-beep of your monitor turned into a long, jarring tone.
Everything froze.
The next minute was a blur.
Shouts. Movement. Hands pushing Kylian back. He barely caught a glimpse of your face before the doors closed and he was left outsideāalone.
Five hours.
Five hours passed.
He had no nails left to bite. His leg bounced uncontrollably. No one had come to speak to him. Not about you. Not about Giselle. Not a single word.
His thoughts spiraled. Had he jinxed it? Dreamt it all too perfectly? Heād reached every goal, every dreamābut this oneā¦ the one that truly mattered, had it been taken away?
He stared blankly ahead until a familiar face appeared from the hallway.
Daniela.
Before she could even open her mouth, Kylian ran toward her.
āPleaseātell me how my wife is. Tell me my daughterās okay. I canātā I canāt do this without them. I donāt know how toā Iāpleaseā¦ā He was sobbing now, every word choked between hiccups and panic.
Daniela held up her hand gently, steadying her breath.
āKylian, listen. Giselle is doing great. Weāve done all the standard testsāsheās healthy, strong, and sheās already been taken to your room. You can go see her any moment now.ā
But Kylian didnāt move.
āAnd Yn?ā His voice cracked like glass.
āPlease, Daniela. Howās my wife?ā He gripped her shoulders, eyes searching hers for any sign of truth.
She paused. Then finally said:
āWeāre still running some tests. Her vitals are stable nowābutā¦ there was a moment during delivery when oxygen stopped reaching her brain. Thatās why we intubated her. Sheās responding well to treatment, but sheās still weak, and weāve placed her in the ICU to monitor her closely. If everything continues to go well overnight, weāre hopeful she can be transferred tomorrow and wake up next to you both.ā
She tried to smile. To give him hope.
But Kylian couldnāt stop the tears that kept pouring down. He nodded wordlessly, then walked toward the room where his daughter was waiting.
That night, it was just Kylian and Giselle.
Her tiny body curled against his bare chest, his palm softly rising and falling with every little breath she took.
He didnāt sleep. He couldnāt.
He just stared out the window at the moon, beggingāpleadingāfor a sign.
That you were still there. That youād come back to him.
He didnāt care if it was foolish. He didnāt care if it was desperate.
He needed to believe. In something. In anything.
Even if he was holding on to nothing but a burning, fragile hope.
And somewhere, in the silence of that hospital roomā¦ he swore he saw the moon flicker.
Summary: Different scenarios that show what your relationship with the great Real Madrid footballer is like, as well as how he behaves with you.
Warnings: English is not my first language
A = Affection (How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?
It's no surprise to anyone how deeply Kylian is in love with you. At first, he was hesitant to show his feelings in public, mainly out of fear that others might hurt you. But from the very beginning, those closest to him could see how much you meant to him.
He always found ways to touch youāwhether it was holding your hand at every opportunity or reaching for your knee even if he was in the front seat while you sat in the back. Publicly, even when your relationship was a secret, he never failed to look for you in the stadium. Whether before a match during warm-ups, after scoring a goal to dedicate it to you, or in tough moments when nothing seemed to go his way, a single glance from you was enough to calm his nerves.
B = Best friend (What would he be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He would be an incredible best friend. Your friendship would begin at an important awards gala where he first noticed you. What truly caught his attention was your effortless confidenceāyou treated even the most influential people as regular human beings, which, deep down, is what they are.
From the start, he would make an effort to plan things together. However, everyone knows that when Kylian is nervous or stressed, he tends to withdraw. Youād be the one to gently push him to open up and share whatever was keeping him up at night.
C = Cuddles (Does he like to cuddle? How would he cuddle?)
He LOVES it. He canāt live without cuddling. It doesnāt matter if heās injured or completely exhausted from a matchāhe would rather lose sleep than miss out on holding you.
He doesnāt have a strict preference for positions, but he especially loves when you rest on his chest. It allows him to admire your peaceful face as you sleep, filling him with a deep sense of calm and the reassurance that he will always protect you.
D = Domestic (Does he want to settle down? How is he at cooking and cleaning?)
He would love for you to move in with him. At first, he worried things might be moving too fast, but what he appreciated most was that you never pressured him. Instead, you showed him the places you were considering for your own place, letting him set the pace. It only took a few months before he realized he wanted you by his side for every moment of his life and invited you to live with him.
As for chores, itās no secret that Kylian isnāt the most domestic person. However, he would never let you feel overwhelmed. If it became too much, he would suggest hiring someone to help, making sure you never felt burdened. Heād also make an effort to surprise you by attempting to cook a special meal, like on your birthday. But if things didnāt go as planned, he wouldnāt hesitate to turn it into a dinner date instead.
E = Ending (If he had to break up with their partner, how would he do it?)
It would be incredibly difficult for him. He would struggle to express his emotions, dreading the idea of hurting you or making you feel like he hadnāt kept his promises.
He would try to do it as gently as possible, leaving the door open for future reconciliation if that was ever an option. However, if you needed space to heal, he would respect that, even though it would break him inside.
F = Fiance (How does he feel about commitment? How quick would he want to get married?)
Kylian loves the idea of marriageāheās pictured that day many times. But heās always been afraid. As a kid, his biggest fear was choosing the wrong person to spend his life with. But once you came into his life, that doubt vanished.
What remained, however, was the fear of rushing things and overwhelming you. He would prefer to take his time, let everything flow naturally, and wait for the moment that felt right. He knew you were the one; he just wanted to make sure all fears disappearedāalways with your hand in his.
G = Gentle (How gentle is he, both physically and emotionally?)
He tries to be as gentle as possible, both mentally and physically. He always makes an effort to understand you, often initiating deep conversations so that nothing is left unspoken between you.
Physically, heās incredibly tenderākissing you with care, holding you delicately, and embracing you with warmth. However, after a bad match, he tends to be more distant, not because he doesnāt want to be close to you, but because he knows you would sense the tension in his touch. Instead, he holds your hand, allowing himself to calm down before returning to his usual affectionate self.
H = Hugs (Does he like hugs? How often he does it? What are his hugs like?)
He LOVES them. Kylian has always been affectionate with the people he loves. Even before you, he could often be seen hugging his parents and brother after matches.
Since dating you, heās practically a koala, always wrapped around you. His hugs are meant to soothe you, erase your worries, and provide warmth when you need it most.
I = I love you (How fast does he say the L-word?)
He would prefer for you to say it first. Not because he doesnāt feel it, but because he fears you might think heās moving too fast.
That being said, if the moment felt right, he wouldnāt hold back. The only difference is that the instant he said it, he would panic slightlyāuntil you kissed him and said it back, washing all his fears away.
J = Jealousy (How jealous does he get? What does he do when theyāre jealous?)
He gets jealousāmore than he ever expected before dating you. At first, he didnāt think jealousy would be an issue, but when he saw how it made you feel insecure, he realized he needed to work on it.
When he's slightly jealous, he sticks close to youāholding your waist even in public, cameras be damned. He doesnāt hesitate to introduce you as his girlfriend, no matter who heās talking to, even if itās the cleaning staff.
However, when jealousy really eats at him, he tends to shut down, punishing you with silence. Over time, he understood how unfair that was to you and made an effort to communicate instead, ensuring you always knew that his trust in you was unwavering.
K = Kisses (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)
His kisses can vary greatly. If he ever asked you which were your favorites, youād probably say the ones he gives you in the mornings before heading to trainingāwhen you're both still half-asleep but still take the time to remind each other that waking up together is the best part of the day. You also adore the sweaty kisses he plants on you after running across the field to wrap you in his arms, spinning you around in celebration after winning a long-awaited title.
He loves kissing your hands. He did it on your first date, and when he saw how nervous it made you, he couldnāt stop doing it. Thereās something magical for him in watching you slowly blush as he presses a soft kiss on your hand.
As for where he likes to be kissed, he adores kisses on his nose. You did it casually for the first time while making pizzas together at his place, and from that moment on, he found it to be one of the most intimate and tender moments he'd ever experienced. Now, he takes every chance to get you to kiss his noseāsometimes even playfully coaxing you into it.
L = Little ones (How is he around children?)
Itās no secret that Kylian loves kidsāhe absolutely adores them. Heās shown it countless times, whether itās with his own nephews, with whom he loves spending part of his vacations, or with the children from his own foundation when he visits his hometown to inspire young dreamers who wish to follow in his footsteps. He also has a soft spot for his little fans, always taking time to sign autographs, pose for pictures, or embrace the kids who manage to sneak past security onto the pitch just to meet him.
Naturally, he dreams of having a family with you. In fact, although you donāt know it yet, he secretly hopes to build a whole football team with you.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with him?)
If Kylian is home, mornings are spent snuggling in bed, postponing the alarm as much as possible. Eventually, one of you (usually you) decides itās time to get up, while Kylian groans in protest as you head downstairs to make a delicious and nutritious breakfast.
If he has to train, you use the morning to catch up on household chores, answer work emails, and take calls with colleagues. But if he has the day off, you might go for a casual walk, browse through shops, orāif youāre feeling lazyāstay curled up on the couch watching a movie.
When he's away for a match and there's a time difference, he floods your phone with messages and voice notes, telling you all about his day while eagerly waiting for you to replyāthough he always hopes you get plenty of rest first.
N = Night (How are nights spent with him?)
Match nights are your favorite. You cheer for him from the stands, clapping and smiling whenever the cameras catch him on screen. After the game, you get to embrace him, showering his face with kisses while telling him how proud you are. Once you're home, you both prepare a quick meal and catch up on your thoughts about the match, often sharing a laugh as Kylian recounts funny locker room stories. A speedy shower together later, and youāre both curled up in bed, ready to drift off in each other's arms.
O = Open (When would he start revealing things about himself? Does he say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
At first, he would struggleānot because he doesnāt trust you, but because fame taught him that sharing too much can sometimes be a mistake. He knows that even people who seem like close friends can turn their backs on you when you least expect it.
Little by little, as you grow closer, he starts opening up. It helps that you also share things about yourself, which reassures him and strengthens his trust in you.
P = Patience (How easily angered is he?)
Kylian is generally patient, but if heās had a bad day, it affects him deeply. If a match doesnāt go well, heāll be in a sour mood for the rest of the day, so you know to be extra patient with himāespecially when something as minor as traffic on the way home can irritate him even more.
Q = Quizzes (How much would he remember about you? Does he remember every little detail you mention in passing, or does he kind of forget everything?)
He remembers absolutely everything. From the moment he met you, he knew you would be someone special in his life. He recalls the dress you wore that day, the drink you ordered on your first date, and even the color of your nails when he asked you to be his girlfriend. At first, he pretended to forget small details, worried you might be overwhelmed by how much he remembered.
R = Remember (What is his favourite moment in your relationship?)
Without a doubt, your trip to South Africa. It wasnāt just a chance for him to connect with his roots (Africa)āit was also a dream come true to go on a safari. But more importantly, he had already decided this was the place where he wanted to propose to you.
One morning, as you admired the sunrise through binoculars in your cozy rental house, he snuck up behind you and, without hesitation, got down on one knee. South Africa will always have a special place in his heart because of that moment.
S = Security (How protective is he? How would he protect you? How would he like to be protected?)
Kylian is protective but gives you space. He loves seeing you handle things on your own, but if someone ever makes you uncomfortable, he steps in immediately, calming you with soft words while standing firmly by your side.
He likes to act like he doesnāt need protection, but deep down, he adores how you look after himāwhether itās tending to his injuries or taking care of him when he stumbles home drunk, slurring out affectionate declarations of love.
T = Try (How much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He puts in as much effort as possible. For you, itās more than enough, but heās always looking to outdo himself. He ensures every date and milestone is special. And while he never forgets birthdays or anniversaries, he still sets multiple alarms just in case.
When it comes to gifts, you had to talk to him about toning it downāwhile you appreciate everything, sometimes it felt excessive, and you didnāt want people assuming you were with him for his money. As for household chores, he wishes he could help more, but he always makes sure youāre not overwhelmed, even suggesting hiring help if needed.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of his?)
When heās upset, he shuts down completely. He isolates himself and spends days mindlessly scrolling through social media, reading hostile comments. But after some time, he realizes his mistake and returns to you, apologizing for shutting you out.
V = Vanity (How concerned is he with his looks?)
Heās very particular about his appearanceāalways well-groomed, perfectly styled, and impeccably dressed (though you often help him choose his outfits). He also has an extensive skincare routine and refuses to leave the house without his signature fragrance. When traveling, he always packs multiple outfits just in case, ensuring he's prepared for any occasion.
W = Whole (Would he feel incomplete without you?)
Obviously, you have become a very important part of his life, and the mere thought of leaving for a few days, even if itās just for a match, doesnāt sit well with him. He feels off, like he has no one to express himself to or share his problems with. More than anything, he treasures the fact that he can tell you things without fear of being judged or called boringāsomething that only happens with you. He would also miss your laughter and your affection terribly.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for him.)
Without a doubt, the moment he won the Champions League with Real Madrid. He couldnāt stop looking at you that day, from the field to where you were sitting in the stands, cheering him on while tightly holding onto his jersey with his name on it.
The moment the final whistle blew, he couldnāt contain his excitement, screaming with joy as he ran to hug his teammates, celebrating such an emotional day for all of them. But after receiving his medal and thanking all the UEFA officials, he suddenly felt alarmed when he couldnāt spot you anywhere.
Until he finally saw you standing there, recording him on your phone. In that moment, he ran to you without a second thought, not caring if he knocked your phone out of your hands. The stadium might have been packed that night, but for him, it was just the two of you.
"I'm so incredibly proud of you, Kyky," you told him before kissing his lips repeatedly.
Y = Yuck (What are some things he wouldnāt like, either in general or in a partner?)
Above all, dishonesty and distrust. Of course, no one likes to be lied to, but for him, itās something he simply couldnāt tolerate in a relationship. Thatās why, whenever he has doubts about something, he always wants to talk to you first, so you can help clear up any worries running through his mind.
On another note, he wouldnāt like to be guilt-tripped for not being able to spend more time with you. He tries to be with you as much as possible, and it already weighs on him when he has to miss your birthday due to a match. Thatās why heās eternally grateful to have found youābecause you understand him. You never blame him for the time he canāt spend with you, because you know the effort he makes.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of him?)
Before meeting you, he couldnāt sleep without the TV onāit was part of his routine. He always needed a bit of background noise to fall asleep. At first, when you started sleeping together, it was something that made you a bit uncomfortable since you werenāt used to it. But now, the TV volume stays a little lower, blending in with the casual late-night conversations you exchange between soft kisses.
Summary: Lewis can't help but reminisce about all the special memories he's created with his daughter over her three years of life. However, on her birthday, it's not his daughter who is surprisedāitās him.
Warnings: English is not my first language
Everyone moved swiftly around him, but for Lewis, time had come to a standstill. He struggled to grasp the fact that his daughter was growing upāhis baby was no longer a babyāand he couldn't help but fear the day she would no longer seek his help and protection for the little things.
Y/N tried to soothe him, gently reminding him that his princess would always be his princess. And it was true: even though Abby was already three years old, she still sought her fatherās company every chance she got. From the moment she woke up, the first thing she did was crawl into bed to snuggle against Lewisās chest, where he would carefully wrap her in his arms and softly stroke her hair.
This simple gesture brightened the day for both Abby and her father, and they both struggled whenever he had a race week, which meant being apart from his little girl. However, over time, they had developed routines to make those days of separation more bearable. During those weeks, phone calls were constant; barely a moment passed without them talking, except when Lewis had to train, deal with the media, or attend important meetings. He also made sure to show Abby everything happening around him, hoping that the following year she could attend one of his races and see him in action.
A gentle tap on his back pulled him from his thoughts. He turned quickly, expecting someone from the decoration team to need his help, but he relaxed when he saw his wife standing in front of him.
"They just put up the garlands with Abbyās pictures if youād like to take a look," she whispered, caressing his face before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Iāll go now, my love," Lewis replied with a grateful smile.
He knew that these little details werenāt just important for his daughter, but also for maintaining his connection with his family amidst the whirlwind of his career as a driver.
Excited and filled with anticipation, he began to look at the pictures one by one. To his surprise, no one else was there observing them. It seemed like everyone had wanted to give him this moment to himselfāa unique, intimate instant that he could cherish forever. It wasnāt that he was unwilling to share his emotions with the guests, but he also understood that his career had made him a public figure, attracting those who were only interested in gathering information about his private life, ready to exploit it whenever it suited them.
It wasnāt that this disturbed him too much; he had always been a reserved person, even before becoming famous. But over the years, the invasion of his privacy had become intolerable. Fortunately, this party was attended only by his family, a few close friends who had been with him and Y/N since the beginning of their relationshipāto the point that they were already considered familyāand some fellow Formula 1 drivers. Among them was George, his former teammate, who had witnessed many of his first moments as a father.
Lewis smiled as he recalled the day he found out Y/N was in labor. It had happened in the middle of a team meeting where they were discussing car improvements. Upon receiving the news, his mind went into such a nervous state that, had he driven himself to the hospital, he probably would have needed medical attention as well. Luckily, George was there and, without hesitation, drove him to the hospital, ensuring that he arrived in time to welcome his daughter.
As Lewis looked at the pictures, he couldnāt help but smile, but one in particular caught his attention. It was decorated with a small embossed sticker, glitter, and pink-toned details, giving it a special and intimate touch. In the image, he and Abby were the main subjects, captured in a unique momentājust after Lewis had returned from long weeks of racing.
To unwind and make up for lost time, they had decided to go to the park. It was a hot day, so nothing seemed better than enjoying an ice cream in the small private park near their home. That place was accessible only to neighborhood residents, meaning they could relax without worrying about curious onlookers or photographers trying to snap secret pictures.
Below the photo, a note written in black ink read:
"In this picture, weāre eating ice cream at the park. Look for a place in the house where we always keep cold things."
A little disoriented but excited, Lewis headed toward the fridge. As he walked through the house, he couldnāt help but smile at the number of people enjoying the party, entertaining Abby with games and laughter. He also felt a deep warmth seeing Y/N surrounded by her childhood friendsāthose who, despite time and distance, had always been there. Whether it was sending her encouraging messages during exam season, gifts and letters on special occasions, or sharing unforgettable moments like her wedding day, where they had been her bridesmaidsāsomething that had deeply moved Y/N.
When Lewis reached the kitchen, he was puzzled not to find a note stuck to the fridge. He frowned, unsure if he had misunderstood the clue, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to open the refrigerator. He smiled tenderly when he found another photograph inside, along with a small note.
The image captured one of the most special moments for him: storytime. In the photo, Lewis was lying in bed with Abby snuggled against his chest, listening intently as he read from a small book. The note read:
"Our stories always connect us to our biggest dreams."
The card was decorated with a small moon, and as he read it, Lewis understood the next clue:
"Look under the pillow where, as you rest, your imagination never ceases."
Growing more excited with the game, he headed to his bedroom and carefully lifted one of the pillows. There, he found another note, written on star-patterned cardstock and cut into the shape of a star.
"Look in the garland for a photo where we're cooking together."
Wasting no time, Lewis returned to the garland and began examining the photos until he found the right one. In the image, the three of them were in the kitchen: Abby beaming with excitement, Lewis placing a tray of cookies into the oven, and Y/N holding all the ingredient jars she could find to decorate them. Abby always insisted that "when it comes to food, more is always better," and for her, no combination was too crazy. Chocolate, honey, and strawberries on a single cookie? Why not? The more colorful ingredients, the better.
The note accompanying the photo read:
"We love sweet things, but where do we usually keep them in this house?"
Lewis paused for a moment to think. He and Y/N maintained a healthy lifestyle, and due to his career, Lewis had to be especially mindful of his diet. They didnāt typically keep sweets readily availableā¦ until he suddenly remembered something.
With a spark of realization, he headed to the kitchen, to the shelf where they stored candies and treats for special occasionsāChristmas, Halloween, or celebrations like this one.
There, carefully placed, he found a small box with a note that said:
"Open it to discover your treasure."
Inside the box, Lewis found a drawing that Abby had lovingly made. In the illustration, two large figures were floating over the city in a hot air balloon. In her sweetāthough slightly wobblyāchildlike handwriting, it read:
"Daddy, you are my favorite superhero. The best daddy in the world."
In that moment, Lewis understood everything. He didnāt need to worry about the future or about how his relationship with Abby would change as she grew. It didnāt matter if one day she stopped seeking his help for everything, if she went through a rebellious phase, or even if she decided to follow in his footsteps in motorsportsāsomething that, to be honest, terrified him, and he had never been shy about admitting it publicly.
To Abby, he was already the best dad in the world, and that was the only thing that truly mattered. Even if he sometimes wondered if he was doing enough, even if he constantly looked for ways to be better, the truth was that, in her eyes, he was already more than enough. At the end of the day, no opinion from journalists, fans, or strangers would ever matter as much as that of his own family.
as a former directioner myself, liam payne passing away was a huge blow to me. It took me back to when I was 13 and when life was still simple.
Now as a 22 years old , am receiving this news and losing a big part of my childhood , it is genuinely hard, heavy, painful and its like no one outside the fandom will understand. But one direction was really the reason life had a taste back then, and now it feels so dull.
If you were also a former directioner, am sorry, i feel you, we will be okay .
REQUEST: what about the reader who is a famous model, kylianās wife and of course everyoneās fav wag supports kylian at the euro but he didnāt win so she comforts him in the stadium around everyone and every medias, days later they pack their things, kylian is still sad but feeling better with the help of the reader and then in the summer they move in their new house in Madrid and live their best lives
Summary: After a long and challenging year full of numerous changes, a relaxing vacation is exactly what this couple needs before facing a wave of new emotions.
Warnings: English is not my first language
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldnāt help but mentally go over all the steps of your skincare routine: the cleansing gel, the exfoliant, the toner, the serum, and more. Today was a very important day for Kylian, and what made it even more special was that you could be there to watch him play.
This year had been chaotic, but you were completely grateful. You had improved a lot as a person, learning to handle situations that would have made you collapse before. Professionally, it had also been a success: you modeled for Paris Fashion Week, showcasing Christian Dior designs, and for New York Fashion Week, walking for Michael Kors.
The most important thing was that you had achieved a balance between your personal and professional life. Starting to model in your teens has affected many of your relationships, as you couldnāt dedicate as much time to friends and partners as other young people. Many people didnāt understand this. However, since you met Kylian, everything was different. Both of you understood that you were young and needed to make the most of your careers to enjoy the future.
To manage your schedules, you marked the busy days on the calendar with different colors: neon blue for your photo shoots or interviews, coral for the weeks of fashion shows, green for Kylianās training sessions or advertising campaigns, red for the events of his association that helps children, and yellow for match days, adorned with a small star if they were played away. This way, you could easily see the free days to have dinner, go out with friends, or enjoy each otherās company while watching a fun series on Netflix.
Additionally, you tried to attend each otherās events whenever possible. You often stayed to watch many of Kylianās training sessions while chatting with the wives of his friends, and Kylian did everything he could to be present at your fashion shows. Although he knew there would be numerous photos on the Internet, he wanted to take his pictures to show you later.
Throughout the year, you had learned to appreciate the small moments together, even if they were few and far between. From homemade dinners to deep conversations about your dreams and fears, every shared moment was invaluable. And although both of you had full schedules, you knew that love and mutual support were the keys to moving forward.
Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time, you felt a surge of emotion and gratitude. You were ready to face the day. Quickly, you put your items in your bag āyour phone, lipstick, and a small perfumeā and headed to the wardrobe to grab your husbandās jersey and put it on before heading to the stadium.
When you arrived at the stadium, you could feel the tension in the air. As you reached the seats reserved for you, you couldnāt help but look around to take in the atmosphere. What you loved most about the Euro Cup was, undoubtedly, the affection among the fans. With a smile, you noticed some French fans hugging each other minutes before the match started.
Nervous and a bit restless, you sat down to wait for the French team to take the field for warm-ups. You smiled as you saw Kylian, looking anxious, glancing towards the stands while doing the exercises his trainer was instructing him to do. You could see his face light up with satisfaction and calm when he managed to spot you among the crowd and blew you a big kiss.
This gesture did not go unnoticed by the cameras. From the moment you made your relationship public, the cameras took a keen interest in you both. Perhaps it was because neither Kylian nor you had publicly acknowledged any previous relationships, but although at first, many people labeled you as a "fame-seeker" and "gold digger," gradually the fans began to appreciate you and fall in love with your relationship. Every time you checked your social media, you would get notifications of edits people made about you and your relationship. Often, when you went to the stadium, nervous girls would approach you asking for a photo, and you always excitedly agreed.
The excitement increased as the match was about to begin. The national anthems resonated in the stadium, and the energy of the fans filled the air. As you watched Kylian on the field, feeling the pride and love you had for him, you prepared to savor every second of this special day.
You were very excited because you knew that this day was the first time Kylian could play without a mask. Although he was still anxious and feared the possibility of getting hit, you knew that this motivated him to be a better version of himself and, above all, gave him the confidence needed for France to claim victory.
The match had barely started when you felt a rush of excitement seeing Randal Kolo score the first goal. The French team was revitalized, filled with hopes that this cup would return home. However, Spain quickly scored two goals, significantly demotivating the French team. While you were thrilled at the idea of Kylian lifting this well-deserved cup, you were especially worried seeing him nervous and scared on the field, trying to create opportunities to avoid the inevitable criticisms he would receive.
No doubt, what you liked least about football was how quickly people forgot their favorite players' struggles and still judged them harshly. Kylian hadnāt had an easy season, and everyone was fully aware of it. Saying goodbye to PSG had been a relief, and although Kylian had improved considerably in many aspects, he knew he wasnāt in his best physical shape. He had spent a lot of time on the bench this season, and despite his determination to improve, he couldnāt prevent Spainās victory.
Knowing the wave of criticism your partner was about to face, you decided to use the VIP pass Kylian had given you at the beginning of the tournament to get down to the field. Once you saw him congratulating his rivals and wishing them luck for the final, you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Y/N, amour," he responded, giving a little jump, as he didnāt expect your presence.
"Shhh, you know everything will be fine and that many people are proud of you," you whispered as you turned him so he could look at you.
"Itās been a tough year," he replied sadly.
"Not every year is good, Kyky. Itās been a challenging year and still, youāve managed to exceed the expectations many had of you," you said, causing a slight smile to appear on his face.
"Thank you so much for all your support, amour," he responded before kissing you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the stadium tunnel.
This action did not go unnoticed. Excited fans managed to capture images of the couple at the moment, and the paparazzi sighed excitedly while quickly taking photos, trying to capture every moment as you walked away. In those moments, you knew that despite the challenges, you would always be there to support him, and together you would face whatever came your way, building a life filled with love and understanding.
You had only been back in your home in Paris for a few days, and although both of you had planned to wait and organize the move before going on vacation, you knew that what both Kylian and you needed most was a vacation, so you gradually convinced your husband to move the vacation dates up.
The vacation couldnāt have been more relaxing for both of you. Since you started dating, the United States has become your favorite vacation destination. Although you didnāt go completely unnoticed, there were noticeably fewer people paying attention to your presence, allowing you to enjoy relative tranquility.
However, these vacations werenāt entirely easy. Kylian was still worried about not meeting the expectations of the fans of the Madrid team, and much of your time was dedicated to eliminating those negative thoughts from his mind. You designed a variety of plans to help him relax and enjoy. You prepared delicious recipes with exotic ingredients, organized long massage sessions with essential oils, and planned surprise dates that enhanced the love you both felt for each other.
By the end of the vacation, Kylian not only felt more motivated by the new stage ahead but also felt deeply loved. He had learned to value even more your unconditional support and love, remembering that, as in any solid relationship, "you must remain faithful even in times of adversity."
The time together in the United States had strengthened your bond. You enjoyed sunset walks on the beach, explored new cities, and got lost in long conversations that reminded you why you fell in love in the first place. You shared laughs, adventures, and most importantly, moments of peace that became a refuge amid the storm of public life.
As the vacation came to an end, you both knew you were ready to face the challenges ahead. Kylian, renewed and full of energy, was determined to prove his worth on the field, while you were prepared to support him every step of the way. Together, you faced the future with the certainty that, no matter what happens in this new adventure in Madrid, you will always have each other.
