Gavi as dad plzzzs🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 something like he learning new things what breastfeeding is plz plz🥲
sy: the birth of your babygirl is finally here.
a/n: i loved this idea but struggled to write it so bad so i had to improvise and switch it up a little (im so sorry) BUT I TRIED MY BESTT😭
warnings: fluff overloadd
“how you feeling mi vida?”
you’d given birth to your first born, julia, one hour ago. and to say the least, you were really really exhausted. and that’s not even the worse of it.
“tired,” you simply replied.
“i bet,” your husband confided.
pablo took your hand into his, keeping it close to his lips. “you did amazing though darling.” he said, with that sparking look in his eyes. the same sparkle that you saw when you first met.
“where’s julia? i saw them take her away but it’s been—” you suddenly felt a wave of panic, spouting out meaningless words with every breath.
“ey, ey.. she’s okay,” he calmly reassured, placing gentle kisses on the back of your hand, instantly settling your nerves. “they had to take her to the affirmitary for checkups.”
“okay, alright,” you finally subsided.
“hey beautiful,” your mom said whist opening the door to your room, with belen by her side. “¿te sientes bien?” (you feeling okay?) belen asked, running a comforting hand through your hair.
“mhm, yeah just tired,” you repeated once more; already growing sick of the amount of talking you’d have to do in the coming hours.
all you craved to do was sleep, but you never wanted gavi to leave you alone. he’d been by your side almost the whole nine-months—skipping training sessions for appointments, doing daily night runs for anything you wanted—and now you had attached to him hip by hip, because he made you feel so so loved.
“why don’t you get some sleep? i’ll be right here with you. i’m not going anywhere,” pablo said reassuringly. “si, si. it’s whats best for you honey.” your mom piped up.
“si maybe, but i did kinda wanna see julia properly before i slept,” but no doubt the fatigue was daunting over to you, rubbing your eyes slowly.
“you will, i can wake you up when she’s here.” your husband spoke gently, tickling your forearm.
“bueno, bueno.” you stumble out. “nos vemos luego tortolitos.” (see you two lovebirds later) your mom teased, giggling.
the two women left the room silently, waving you both goodbye. after some silence, you kept wriggling around trying to get comfy. “hey pablito..” you whined a little.
he shot up his brows, looking at you nervously.
“can you do me a favour?”
“could you just..” you shuffled over on the bed, signalling for him to come lay with you. “please?”
his shoulders dropped in tension, because for a faint second he was worried. but he would never pass this opportunity, letting out a light chuckle and exhaled, “yeah, of course i can baby.”
gavi soon nestled next to you, draping the thin covers closer to the both of you. you curled up against his body, his arm cloaked over your stomach, that was definitely sore.
pablo promptly noticed the slight scrunch of your nose, and the soft motions of your eyebrows getting closer together—he could tell you were in pain.
“what’s wrong mi amor? tell me.” he inquired firmly, knowing you usually dismissed your feelings.
you groan, agitated. “my stomach is just a little sore, that’s all,” you whispered, laughing it off.
“ven aquí, let me help.” he pressed his large hand underneath your shirt, resting softly on your tender skin; etching delicate patterns on your belly.
you sighed in relief, the tension finally being released under your husband’s embracing touch.
The exhaustion from these past couple hours had enveloped your mind and body, finally calming you down to sleep.
pablo traced his index finger from your forehead, down to your nose, around your cheeks and then back up to your forehead again fragilely. before leaning closer to your ear, “i’ll wake you up when julia comes back in, just sleep for me bebé.”
it’s now close to 8am, and you woke up to distinct chatter floating around the room, but also to sweet kisses on your hairline. stirring at the sudden light of the room, you squint around to catch eyes with your beloved husband.
“buenas tardes, sleeping beauty,” pablo hushed mutely, cupping your face with his left hand, “i didn’t wanna wake you up too harshly, so i thought kisses would do the trick.”
he left you giggling relentlessly, as he carefully brushed your stray hair out of your eyes so he could see you better.
unaware, both of your dad’s stood near the visitors chairs in the corner, staring admiringly at you two, swarmed in each others love.
“sleep comfortably bug?” your dad probed, walking closer to you. “pablo was telling us how brave you were throughout the whole way.”
“you did so well neña, as i’m sure pablo’s already told you,” señor paez added. you laughed again, looking up at your drowsy husband, whom was subtly smirking. “of course he did.”
the nurse who accompanied you along the way, walked in with your baby in her arms, gently babbling. “hey momma, i think your little girl is hungry.”
pablo beamed at the sight of her, in complete awe. the little bundle of joy that he waited nine months for was finally here.
as a reflex, he had quickly leaped off the bed, as the nurse handed her over to you. “oh she’s so beautiful,” you murmured, your eyes leaking for the, already, third time this morning.
gavi leaned in closer to the two of you, creeping around the side of your face. “hey princesa..” he whispered softly, “we’re your mamá and papá.”
in such indifference to his confident, boyish voice—this time it cracked, like for the first time you’d heard ever. his eyes were also beginning to tear up like yours, but he would never let anyone see.
“we’ll leave you guys alone,” pablo’s dad voiced, giving you both a gentle squeeze to your hands.
“we are all waiting for you back home.” your dad spoke mellowly. he pressed one final peck to your sticky forehead before soon walking out along with gavi’s father.
the nurse instructed you what to do; as you admitted you were a little anxious if you didn’t do it properly. “hah, no don’t worry mrs. paez, most first-time moms feel the same way,” she heartily assured, resting her hand on your knee.
the moment you’d been waiting for.
you cradled julia close to your chest, and she soon latched on and began feeding. pablo’s heart swelled as he observed the way you instinctively guided your daughter—your gentle touch reassuring her that you were there.
gavi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you. the two girls he loved the most in the world laying infront of him.
“honey,” you hushed. “your staring.”
he finally broke out of his gaze, his cheeks a little rosy, but looking at you dearly. “how can i not? es difícil cuando ustedes dos hermosas chicas están sentadas frente a mí.” (it’s hard when you two gorgeous girls are sitting infront of me).
offering a shy smile, you mockingly shot him a glare as if saying, now’s not the time, but you still felt flustered by your husband’s flirty words after all these years.
“does it not hurt?” he asked soothingly, concern threading through his voice.
“not really. it’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but it’s getting better.” you responded back.
instructively, he shifted closer, tying your hair up in his hand. “you’re amazing,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “you really can do everything amor.”
as you continued breastfeeding, pablo finally spoke. “mario and ale are waiting downstairs, they wanted to come see you and jules,” he laughed mid sentence. “but i’m sure you don’t have wanna speak to more people.”
you shook your head, “it’s not that, i’m just still a little drained—could you thank them for me and tell them i’ll hopefully see them tomorrow?”
“por supuesto,” (of course), brushing an eyelash from your cheek. “i’ll come back up in a few minutes, i’m just gonna go say hi to them. are you craving anything? i’ll gladly go get it for you cariño.”
“maybe ice cream? oo! and that cookie dough from furno’s?” you beamed up at him. pregnancy cravings were sure tough work.
“normal food?” he widened his eyes in surprise “does this mean no more pickle and jam sandwiches?!” he shrieked sarcastically, practically giddy from disbelief.
“i guess,” you shrug with a smile. “but if you act that way again, i’ll eat them on purpose.”
as pablo left the room, you looked down at your precious babygirl, cooing in your arms and couldn’t help but let a few tears fall again.
“you are already so loved jules,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “mamá and papà love you so much. everybody does.”
you sniffled, prying your arm free to wipe away your tears. “but most importantly, your papá is gonna be right here to protect you. me and you both. he’s like the superman of this family, yeah?” you cooed.
it didn’t matter if she couldn’t understand yet, but realising that you couldn’t get any luckier with the guy you had with you now was almost like a fever dream.
he was perfect. as a dad, as a husband.
as if you couldn’t hold them back anymore, tears glide down your cheeks as ykh continued to sob quietly, of pure joy. you couldn’t believe you had this tiny princess laying in your arms, tightly grasping on to your finger.
an hour later, gavi walked back into the room with a handful of precisely picked red roses, a few rays of different shades, the cookie dough and the ice cream you yearned for.
“aqui esta linda dama,” (here it is) “the traffic outside is a nightmare! you know i was stuck in this huge queue for eighteen minutes!” he ranted, and you were biting back bubbles of laughter.
he carefully set your food down on the table beside you, then sat down in his usual seat. “do you wanna hold her guapo? it’s about time.”
he audibly gasped, like you were threatening him in choosing between you or your child.
“is that even a question?” he blurted out, now cradling her in his strong arms.
“hola mi princesita,” pablo cooed, rocking her gently side to side.
“no tienes idea de cuánto amor te tengo ya” (you have no idea how much i love you already) he slurred, the euphoria clogging up his throat.
he took a long pause to admire his newborn baby, smiling generously. nobody could wipe that smile from his face even if they tried. “you’ve got momma’s endearing features already, haven’t you?”
you immediately blushed at his words, still having the same effect on you as before; hiding under the box of your desserts.
“see? and i can still make her blush even now,” he teased, turning his head to smirk at you.
then he swiftly turned his attention back to her, delicately securing the miniature blanket around her precious body. “i promise to love and protect you every day jules. no matter what it’s from.”
the time of the hour when you had to leave finally came along, and it was clear you were relived. gavi strung julia’s car seat into his grip, carrying her out of the hospital whilst you closely followed.
she was staring back at you with beady eyes, the same ones pablo has. predictably, you already knew she was gonna be a little troublemaker and using her pouts to get what she wanted—a carbon copy of her dad.
although, even if she did turn out like her papá, you wouldn’t change it for the world.
