hii could you do one with pedri where he comes home from a stressful day of training but he wants to appear strong and be there for his kids and wife but the reader notices that something is wrong and at night when he can't sleep and like can’t hold it anymore the reader comforts him
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when the house is quiet.
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a/n: sad pedri :( genre: comfort. warnings: stress.
summary: pedri comes home from a stressful day of training and tries to stay strong for you and the kids. later that night, unable to sleep, he breaks down and admits his struggles.
You know something is wrong the moment he steps through the door.
Pedri’s smile is there, the one he wears like a shield, but you can see the heaviness behind his eyes. Training days can be brutal, especially when the team’s morale is shaky or the media has been circling like vultures, waiting for the smallest slip. He tries to shake it off before he crosses the threshold, you can tell, but you’ve lived with him long enough to read between the cracks.
Still, he bends down immediately when Bea barrels into him, her little arms wrapping around his neck, her tiny voice shouting, “Papá, you’re home!” She’s in her pyjamas, even though it’s still early, her curls a wild halo from playing too hard all day. Pedri scoops her up, spinning her once, twice, before he sets her down and crouches to greet Leo.
Your son is slower, more deliberate, toddling over with his stuffed elephant dragging on the floor. Pedri lifts him carefully, pressing a kiss to his forehead, whispering something soft that makes Leo giggle. For a moment, it almost feels like everything is fine.
But you know better.
He sits with them on the floor, Bea showing him a drawing she made, Leo babbling nonsense words while Pedri pretends to follow every detail. His laugh is genuine when Leo trips over his elephant and then plops into his lap, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s like there’s a wall built there tonight, one he doesn’t want anyone to see past.
You don’t push. Not yet.
Dinner is noisy, Bea talking a mile a minute, Leo making a mess with his spoon, Pedri nodding and chuckling, pretending to be completely immersed. He’s present for them, and for you too, asking how your day was, teasing you when you roll your eyes at the chaos. If anyone else were here, they would never guess something was wrong.
But you feel it. In the way he exhales just a little too heavily when he thinks no one notices. In how his shoulders don’t quite relax even after the kids are tucked into bed. In the silence he carries when the house finally goes still.
Later, after you check that Bea is curled around her stuffed bunny and Leo is breathing evenly in his crib, you find him in your bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, fingers laced tightly together like he’s holding himself in place.
“You okay?” you ask gently, leaning against the doorframe.
He looks up immediately, forcing a smile. “Yeah, of course. Just tired.”
You nod, but you don’t press. You sit beside him, close enough that your knees touch, and he leans into you without even realizing it. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you closer, his head resting against your shoulder. He’s quiet like that for a while, and you let the silence stretch.
You know he wants to be strong for you, for the kids. He always feels the weight of being the one to hold everything together, the one who doesn’t falter. But there’s only so much a person can carry.
When the house has settled into deep night, you wake to find him still awake beside you. His body is tense, his breathing uneven, eyes wide open in the darkness.
“Pedri,” you whisper, turning toward him. “You’re not sleeping.”
He doesn’t answer at first. Then, finally, he admits, “I can’t.” His voice is rough, low enough that you know he’s been keeping everything buried all day.
You slide closer, pressing your forehead to his chest. “Tell me.”
He exhales shakily, like he’s been holding that breath for hours. “It’s just… everything. Training was hell today. Nothing felt right, every mistake got magnified, and I could hear the whispers. The pressure doesn’t stop. I try to push it away but it follows me even here. And I don’t want the kids to see me like that. I don’t want you to see me like that either.”
Your hand finds his, fingers untangling his clenched fist until he lets you hold it. “I always want to see you. All of you. Not just the strong parts.”
He swallows hard, his other hand covering his face. “I hate feeling like I’m failing. On the pitch, with the team, with you, with them. I come home and I want to be the dad they deserve, the husband you deserve, but inside I feel like I’m breaking.”
Tears prick your eyes, but you blink them back. You don’t want him to think you pity him. You want him to know you see him, every version of him, and none of it changes the way you love him.
“You’re not failing,” you whisper firmly. “You’re human. And you don’t have to carry all of it alone. It’s okay to let go here. With me.”
For the first time all day, he lets himself crumble. His shoulders shake as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him against you. He buries his face in your neck, and you stroke his hair, murmuring soft reassurances as the tension finally breaks. You don’t rush him, you don’t tell him to stop. You just hold him until his breathing steadies again.
After a long while, he pulls back, eyes red, face vulnerable in a way he rarely lets anyone see. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” you promise, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We’re in this together. Always.”
He nods, slowly, as if letting your words sink in. He curls into you then, arms tight around your waist like he’s afraid to let go. The silence that follows is different from earlier, softer, safer. His body relaxes against yours, and eventually his breathing evens out as sleep finally finds him.
You stay awake a little longer, watching the lines on his face smooth out, brushing your fingers over his cheek. This is what you’re here for. Not just for the smiles and the victories, but for the nights when the weight of the world feels too much. For the moments when the house is quiet and he needs somewhere to fall.
When you finally close your eyes, you know tomorrow will bring its own challenges. But tonight, he is not alone.
