Can you please do more something for Gavi where everyone is at a team barbecue for dinner at raphas and Keyne, miles, Gael, Anna and Laura etc. are all there playing together and Gavi basically has major baby fever the whole time!
baby fever
pairing: pablo gavi x reader
summary: in which pablo gets baby fever watching you play with his teammate's kids
warnings: none!
a/n: i couldn't stop myself from writing the little bonus part and i also have baby fever now...
the sun melts like honey across the grass.
it’s late afternoon, the kind of lazy golden hour that makes everything feel slow and a little unreal. the sky is blushed with heat, music drips soft and low from the speaker tucked near the pool, and the air smells like sunscreen, charcoal, and someone’s cologne carried in the breeze.
you’re stretched across a blanket under a wide tree, warm skin pressed against the earth, surrounded by chaos in miniature form.
gael is curled against your hip like a sleepy kitten, sticky fingers wrapped tight around your dress. miles is in your lap, chewing on something that might’ve once been a cracker, humming a nonsense tune while you stroke his hair. keyne is spinning in circles just beside you, dizzy and giggling, arms outstretched like he’s about to fly.
you can feel the sun on your collarbone. your drink is sweating in your hand. mikky, taia, and laura are lounging beside you, soft and content, the kind of calm that only comes when the kids are entertained and no one’s currently crying.
"you’ve got a fan," mikky murmurs, glancing over the rim of her sunglasses.
you hum, not really listening.
"no," taia adds, grinning, "you’ve got a worshipper."
you follow their gaze across the yard, past the grill and the long table full of empty plates and laughter, to where pablo is standing with his beer half-forgotten in one hand, head tilted, eyes soft and full and stuck on you.
he’s not even pretending to be subtle.
he’s standing there, shirt a little wrinkled, curls slightly damp from the pool, sun touching the line of his jaw—and he’s looking at you like you’re something holy. like you hung the stars, then bent down and kissed the tops of three toddlers’ heads just for fun.
your lips curve. “he’s staring.”
“he’s in love,” laura sings, low and amused.
“he’s having a full mental breakdown,” mikky whispers, watching him blink slowly, totally unaware of the teasing happening in real time.
from across the yard, ferran catches pablo’s expression and nearly chokes on his drink.
“hermano, breathe.”
lamine’s already laughing. “he’s thinking of baby names already”
“he’s gone,” frenkie says, clapping him on the shoulder. “like… wedding ring in the pocket gone.”
pablo doesn’t say anything. he just keeps watching you, arms full of sunlight and someone else’s baby, laughing softly at something keyne said that made no sense at all. the kind of laugh that makes your shoulders shake gently, that makes miles look up at you with wide, adoring eyes.
it’s stupid. and simple. and it knocks the wind right out of his lungs.
he comes over eventually, barefoot and flustered and acting like he just happened to be passing by, even though everyone knows he’s been waiting for an excuse to get closer.
he drops down onto the blanket beside you, all warm limbs and quiet awe, and lets miles climb instantly into his lap like it’s muscle memory.
“hi,” you say, soft and teasing, brushing a leaf out of his hair.
“hi,” he breathes back, eyes locked on yours. “you’re gonna kill me.”
you raise a brow. “because i’m covered in applesauce?”
“because you look like this,” he says, voice like warm velvet. “like you were made for it.”
your fingers curl gently around his. “for what?”
“this,” he whispers, eyes flicking down to where miles is dozing against his chest. “you. little ones. sunshine. soft days. i want it all with you.”
your throat catches. the kids are babbling again. someone starts the playlist over. and still—his words sit heavy and sweet in your stomach like honey.
“you’ve got baby fever,” you say softly, biting back a smile.
“no,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you fever.”
you blink. then laugh, head tipped back, the sound like wind chimes in the summer.
pablo leans in, lazy and golden and glowing, his mouth brushing the curve of your shoulder. “say the word and i’ll build you a nursery tomorrow.”
you hum. “what if i just want a nap and a snack?”
“that can be step one,” he grins, nuzzling into your neck.
miles shifts slightly in his arms. keyne plops down beside you with a dramatic sigh. gael’s small hand finds yours and curls around it, sticky and warm.
and suddenly, the world feels a little slower. a little softer.
you look at pablo—so full of something tender you don’t have a name for—and press your forehead to his.
“you’d be a good dad,” you whisper.
his lashes flutter. “say it again.”
“you’d be a really good dad, pablo.”
he smiles then—crooked and glowing, like you just gave him the moon.
and somewhere across the yard, fermin yells, “you two making babies over there or just planning it?”
you don’t even flinch. pablo just kisses your cheek.
and you—cradling sunshine and chaos and a boy who’s already halfway yours—just smile.
bonus:
the house is quiet now.
not silent—never that, not with three under-fives asleep (or almost asleep) somewhere in the vicinity—but quiet in the way that feels full. like something soft breathing under your skin.
the team barbecue faded hours ago. the sun dipped behind the trees, and slowly the backyard laughter gave way to yawns, half-finished desserts, and sleepy kisses goodbye. the others left one by one, until it was just you, pablo, and three very overstimulated toddlers crashing from their sugar highs.
somehow, you offered to stay the night and babysit. somehow, pablo said yes before you even finished the sentence.
now you’re both sitting on the living room floor—barefoot and pajama-soft—amid a nest of pillows and crumpled blankets, half-buried in baby wipes, storybooks, and a plastic sippy cup that no one can seem to locate.
miles is curled against pablo’s chest, thumb in his mouth, breathing slow and heavy. pablo’s shirt is slightly damp from a bottle incident, but he doesn’t seem to care. he’s swaying gently, back pressed against the couch, whispering something low and sweet in spanish that you can’t quite make out.
“you’re doing so well,” you murmur, kneeling beside him, brushing curls off his forehead.
he looks up at you, and god—his eyes are sleepy, golden, full of something so tender it makes your throat ache.
“he’s perfect,” pablo whispers, like it’s a secret. “they all are.”
you glance over. keyne is finally asleep in the playpen you dragged into the room, one sock off, a toy car clutched in his fist. gael is draped across the loveseat, one leg hanging dramatically over the armrest like a tiny exhausted king.
you sink onto the floor beside pablo, leaning your head on his shoulder. his arm shifts, settles around you without needing to think. miles stirs, sighs, settles.
“i don’t know how mikky and taia do this every night,” you whisper.
pablo hums. “they’re superheroes.”
you’re quiet for a beat. the lamp in the corner casts everything in gold. the air smells like lavender bubble bath and faint traces of barbecue smoke from the open kitchen window.
“you think we could do it?” you ask, almost too soft to hear.
he doesn’t even hesitate. “yes.”
your breath catches. “you didn’t even let me finish the question.”
“didn’t have to.” he turns slightly, careful not to wake miles. “you mean us. this. babies and bottles and falling asleep in the middle of the living room.”
you nod, throat tight.
“yeah,” he says again, quieter now. “i want that with you.”
his fingers find yours under the blanket. slow. warm. familiar.
“you sure?” you tease gently. “what if they all end up like keyne? he made me eat a leaf this morning.”
pablo grins, lazy and full of adoration. “then we’ll eat leaves together.”
you laugh, muffled into his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”
“i’m yours,” he corrects, lips brushing your temple.
and it’s true. in every sleepy, sticky, love-drenched way that counts—he is. completely. without question.
outside, the wind shifts through the trees. inside, the soft sounds of breathing, the warmth of pablo’s hand, the steady weight of miles tucked between you like he belongs there.
maybe he does. maybe someday, a few more little ones that do belong there. that are part of you both.
but for now—just this.
just pablo’s heartbeat under your cheek, the quiet hum of the night, the almost-whispered promise in the way he holds you close.
like he already knows.
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Hi can you please can you make a second part for the coparenting plz . If you can't do it that's okay . I really loved your writing .
Coparenting 2 | Barca Boys
Summary: What is it like to coparent with them
Part one
A/N: took more time than I was counting on, but here it is ❤️ also @unreapp yelloooow, you deserve your credits baeeeeee 😭❤️
Pedri
"Don't let me take the ball from you." Pedri says, trying to take show him how to keep the ball. "Vale no, don't push me because if you push someone on the game, they are taking you out."
"Why?"
"Bua, imagine someone comes and pushes you to get the ball. Yo te pongo una roja, chaval."
You shake your head at them, fighting over an imaginary red card. You finish fixing the food while looking at the window to see them playing.
Rosy once told you that Pedri was the same with his father. They were outside all the time playing with a ball.
"Okay, time out. You two need to eat." You call them.
Pedri and you got into a better foot. He was more talkative now. You both sat down to talk, and you decided that you need to be adults for the sake of your son.
He was now more responsive with the texts, with calls, he was better in every way. You feel like now you can actually say that he was with you in everything.
That can also is noticeable on your son, he looks more happy, more confident in different activities. It was all for the better, and you are happy with it.
"Croquetas?" Pedri asks, entering the kitchen. "My diet is really suffering, eh."
"You can eat the salad." You tease him, placing the bowl in front of him.
"Con lo ricas que te quedan a ti las Croquetas, I prefer to break the diet." He says, grabbing a good amount of food. (With how good you make the croquetas)
You smile at him. "But your mom's are better."
"I like yours, mami." Your son says, hugging your legs.
You kneel down, giving him a kiss. "Thank you, amorcito." You smile, kissing his cheek. "Now eat your lunch, you need all the energy you can get for the game."
Pedri loves seeing you parenting your son, it was so cute to see. How your voice goes from normal to this very sweet voice.
You are also so delicate with him. Always knowing what he wants or what he says, even when he doesn't understand him, you do.
He looks for you, even at his house. If he doesn't see you, he's always mentioning his Mami. That was something that Pedri always admired about you, your dedication to your son.
Pedri helps you load the dishwasher while you organize the toys on the floor. You like this Pedri, who was talkative, who was helping you and not just answering with an emoji or leaving you on read.
"Need help with something else?" He asks you, leaving the kitchen.
"Can you put him to bed?" You ask. "I just need to prepare his school bag for tomorrow real quick."
He nods, picking your son from the couch and taking him to his room. "Papi, stay."
Pedri doesn't know what to say, he can't just invite himself. "Buaf, guapo, maybe next time."
"No, today."
He can't help but feel bad, his son is used to having only you or him. He blames himself for that, letting his ego get in the way of him.
"We need to ask mam-"
He can't even finish his sentence when his son outer the loudest scream he ever heard. "Mami!"
"Ey, chaval." Pedri tries to cover his mouth. "Para, the neighbors might hear you."
You walk upstairs after the third call you son's make you. Making you wonder what is going on.
"Si?" You ask, entering the room. "Is everything okay?"
"Si, tod-"
"Let papi stay." He smiles, hugging Pedri by the neck. "Pwease."
You sometimes struggle to understand your son, he's little and still learning to pronounce the words.
But this was too perfect for you to think he's saying something else.
"I-" You begin. Clearing your throat. "I mean, it's up to you, I don't mind." You say, trying to sound normal.
He lifts his eyebrows, silently asking you if it was really okay for him to crash over for the night. You nod, letting him know that it was really okay.
"Now, let's get you a warm bath." You smile, taking your son in your arms. "Tomorrow you have school, and Papi and I need to work."
You both do the bath routine. You can't help but wonder if this is what it would've felt if you and him worked better instead of parting ways as soon as the first problem hits.
"You can stay here, or I can prepare the guest room."
"Whatever is fine." He smiles, grabbing a book to read. "Gracias, for letting me stay."
Both of you thought that it was going to be a one-time thing, maybe he won't ask again, maybe she did it to let our son have his way.
But the reality was that Pedri decided to use those weeks that there was left until the game as an excuse on why he needed to be there.
Are you going to argue?
No, you love it.
"Lunch is ready," You announce. They were out in the patio playing with the ball. "Time out, no more playing. You two need to eat."
They sound of their laughs, the extra place on the table. It all makes you feel like you got what you wanted.
"I want ice cream."
"No, mami made us some yummy food." Pedri says, making your son stop arguing. "I want to ask you something." He says, helping you with the plates.
"Aja?" You ask, concentrated on the food.
"Do you wan-"
"Do you want rice or not?" You ask, asking before serving food. "Sorry, I cut you off."
"It's okay, and no, I eat at the club." He answers. "Do you wan-"
"Mami, can I have mac and cheese?"
"Mijo, there's chicken and rice." You say, placing the plate in front of him. "We can have that for dinner."
You sat down, remembering that Pedri hadn't had a chance to tell you what he wanted to tell you.
"Pepi, tell me what you wanted to tell me."
"Oh, si." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "I was thinking that maybe we can go out to eat tonight. The three of us, maybe somewhere where he can play."
"That sounds amazing." You smile, "He has a play date, but after that, we are free."
"Vale, I'm picking you two after that." He smiles, kissing your son's head. "See you then."
You stay happy the rest of the day. You like the idea of going out, it feels like you are a real family.
You change into something comfortable, but not to the point you look like you are home. You still manage to look casual and stylish.
The play date ended quickly. After a coffee and a good chisme from the other mom, you two parted ways into the mall.
When you get home, you have time to brush your teeth and spray some more perfume. You brush your kid's teeth, making sure he is comfortable.
Pedri picked you up only a few moments later. You open the back door, placing you kid in his chair. When you open the passenger seat door, you are welcome with a bouquet of flowers.
"Estoy esperando no haberla cagado, eh!" He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Are these still your favorite?"
"They are, gracias." You blush a little. "Where are we going?"
"Remember that place near the beach we liked when we first came to Barcelona?"
"The one with those milkshakes?" You ask, already craving one. Pedri nods, smiling at your reaction. "I haven't been there in so long."
"But nothing with milk for him." He says, whispering so your kid won't hear him. "Tomorrow's the game, and I don't want him to get sick."
You can't lie that watching Pedri share moments with your kid is something else. He was something else.
You focus on enjoying the time you have with them, hearing him talk about his day, hearing him talking like he used to when you were together.
You wished the day was longer to enjoy more time together, but sadly as the day got to an end. You know you have to go back home and prepare for the important day of your son.
You thought that this was going to be a calm day. You were going to enjoy your son and his friends.
But you feel nervous, you can't help but want his team to win and pulverize the other team. Even if you are talking about kids and not adult footballers.
"Diviértete, and please don't push anybody." Pedri says, walking to the field with your kid in his arms. "Te amo."
"What if I don't win?"
"Then we pay the referee to make you win." He jokes.
"Pedri!" You hit him in the arm. "No, amor. What really matters is for you to have fun, papi is just joking. We are not paying the referee."
"Vale, ve ahí y chuta." He says, putting him down and pushing him to go with his friends. (Go and score)
You find his parents and brother on the corner of the field. You sit with them, talking about what the expectations were for this game.
You really don't care if he wins or not, even tho a win would be amazing. You can say that he might have a very competitive gene on him. After all, Pedri can't help but want to win everything.
The game was slow, the first half was fun, but it wasn't really much to say about it. Pedri takes mental notes to help the team, calling your son over.
"Vale, do you see those kids?" He asks, turning your kid and pointing. "They are the guys that are supposed to defend, but they run with the rest. I want you to take the ball from that other kid and run as fast as you can to the goal and score."
"But if I fai-"
"If you do, then you do it again. Don't be negative about it. You have some of me in you, so I know you can do it."
He sends his kid back to his group. He knows that even if he loses, he's going to be the proudest father.
"Some of me in you." You chuckle at his statement. "He's all you, your smile, your eyes, your accent even."
"Aren't we both from the same place?" He asks, smiling. "But he has a lot of you. Your stubbornness, your crazy eye and that weird mark on your-"
"I hate you." You frown at him. "Not me saying cute things, and you saying I have a crazy eye." You say, pretending to be mad.
"Ah vale vale, we were supposed to say nice things." He lifts his hands. "Bua, I'm bad at lying." He teases you.
"That's it, you are in time out." You point at him. "Your punishment is to get me a snack over there."
Rosy is watching the two of you. She's happy that you two are finally taking over the role of parents instead of coparents.
She knows that she was out of line when she scolded Pedri about how he was, but she now sees that it was all worth it.
"Mira que si chuta y no le pega ya tendremos pa calentarlo." Fer says at you. "Maybe he's like you and Pedri when he loses, and he kicks mom's favorite flowerpot."
You remember the flowerpot. Pedri got subbed after what he called a bad performance. He was frustrated, and when you took him home, he kicked the flowerpot so hard it crashed over other plants.
Pedri arrives with your snack, passing his arm around you. "Can you believe he's old enough that we are at his football games and not the other way?"
"It's crazy," you say, feeling nostalgique. "Time does flies."
The second half starts, the game continues 0 - 0 to the dislike of everyone. You spend the rest of the game hoping for a change.
It was also about to end, only a minute or less on the clock that was placed on the grass.Pedri calls the name of your son, making signals to do what he was told. He nods, running to get the ball from the first kid.
You can't help the emotion, neither could the other parents. Yelling at your boy to run and to score.
"Chuta, joder!" Fer yells, making someone's mother correct his language.
The whole side of your team yells in happiness when the goals go in. You jump happy, hugging Rosy.
When you turn to where Pedri is, you feel two hands grabbing your cheeks. It was Pedri smashing his lips against yours.
You wrap your arms around him, too happy to care about the reactions of his parents and too into it to care that the game was over.
You two separate, smiling like crazy at each other. You go back for a peck, already missing his lips.
When your son runs to where you two are, Pedri let go of you, picking your son. He's telling him how proud he is and how happy he should be that he scored the winning goal.
You hug the two of them, giving your son a kiss on the cheek, telling him that he was amazing and that he was a champion just like his dad.
You look to Pedri, the look on his faces is not compared to anything. You haven't seen this, not even when he won everything that season.
"I love you so much." You say to your son. "I love you both so much." You smile at Pedri, getting closer to him, joining your lips in a kiss.
Gavi
"Vale, mira." He says, pointing at the goal. "You need to kick the ball there."
He places the ball in front of her, checking that it was aligned to the small goal he has at home.
"Papi, I'm tired." She argues, tired of playing football.
"We will, but first kick the ball."
He picks her up from the grass. Placing her in front of the ball. His daughter looks back at him, turning and going back to the house.
"Ey ven acá. " He says, going after her. "Let's go, one more time, and we are over."
"I'm tired, papi." She repeats.
Pablo hears the doorbell, walking outside to open the door.
"Sorry I'm late, this took more time than it should." You say.
"Come in." He says, moving to the side. "Can you believe she can't score one single goal?" He asks, frowning. "She got your feet."
"Okay, that's rude." You say, giving him a hit on the head. "I told you she doesn't like football, Pablo."
He scuffs, walking inside. "Mami's here."
She runs to you, giving you a hug. "You are so red." You say, noticing her flushed face. "Papi is making you kick the ball?"
She nods, pouting at you. "I want to go swimming with Sebas." She says, making Pablo turn his head to where you are.
He wants to ask, especially since < Sebas > is not a girl name.
"Oh, Pablo. I have the papers you asked me to bring. Let me get them." You smile, walking back to your car.
Pablo took his chance, he walked up to his daughter. "Doll, who's sebas?"
"Mami's friend, he has a big pool." She smiles.
Pablo frowns, turning back to his backyard. "I have a pool." He points at the pool.
"Si, but he has a big unicorn on the pool." She smiles.
He frowns. "I can get you one, two if you want." He kneels in front of her. "You just have to promise me not to go swimming with him anymore, because if you do, the unicorns on papi's pool are going to be sad."
She nodded, excited about the flooties he promised.
"That's my girl." He smiles, walking outside with her. "Now, let's try kicking the ball one more time, yes?"
You watch them both play outside, leaving the papers on the counter. You take your phone to answer some texts.
You didn't have anything else planned for the evening, so you were fine with watching Gavi and your daughter play.
You walk outside, seating at one of the pool chairs he has. You can't help but laugh at how funny he looks frowning when your daughter missed the goal for the third time.
"You know what, let's get you some ice cream." He says, frustrated.
He walks with her in his arm. Telling her that maybe they can try practicing another day. He knows he's maybe a little bit too hard on her about the football thing.
He wants to have something more in common with her. She has a lot of things in common with you, and football might be the only thing he can share with her.
He knows that this past weeks his schedule was too busy, not allowing him to visit her or to do more than just FaceTime.
For him, it's important that when she is visiting. She's having fun and that she enjoys being there.
"Eat your ice cream, I have to talk to mami." He says, pressing play on the movie. He walks over to where you are, seating next to you. "Did you have fun today?"
You turn to him. "I mean, would you consider doing essay research fun?"
"Ni de coña." He frowns. "I want to ask you something."
You nod, leaving your phone and paying attention to him.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
You blink a few times, trying to process the question. "No?" You say, sounding more than a question. "Does it matter?"
"I just, she's saying that she loves going to this friend of yours because he has a pool, and I just." He pauses, not sure how to organize his words. "I don't want other dudes in her life. I don't want another dude teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I'm her dad."
"Well, Sebastian is my sister's boyfriend." You say, making him feel dumb. "And he is not teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I don't have anyone because I'm focusing on college and on her, but I'm not saying that if the opportunity comes I'll deny it just because you fear she might get help with her homework."
"It's not about the homework." He says. "I just don't want any other dude near my daughter."
"So I have to be alone just because you don't want her to have any male contact appart from you?"
"You don't need to have anybody, joder. I'm here for the two of you. If you want to be with someone, be with me."
You don't expect Gavi to be the one to say that. You and him haven't been together romantically since before the baby was even born.
Your sister always told you that it was pretty much dumb to have hopes to go back to a relationship with Gavi.
He was a footballer who had girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the biggest footballers in Spain at the moment.
"Papi"
You feel like your daughter could read the desperation of your thoughts and how you can't figure out how to answer.
You follow Gavi with your eyes as he goes inside the house with your daughter. You take a few more minutes before going back inside.
"Pizza or burgers?" Gavi asks her.
"Me?" She asks, making him nod. "Pizza."
"You still like the half veggie half full meat with extra cheese?" He asks.
You smile. "I actually haven't had that in so long. The last time I had it was with you, actually."
You can't help but feel excitement, he wanted you to choose him. To be together and raise your daughter like a family.
You wish you could make your sister know what happened, like a broadcast thing where she's able to hear and see that Pablo was the one finally giving that step.
< "You think that Pablo and you can be a what?"
"Can you not laugh?"
"Y/n, why would you ever think a 17 year old boy would want to get serious with the girl he got pregnant?"
"I not saying that it has to be right now, but mayb-"
"Maybe in 10 years? When you notice you gave a big part of your youth to a boy who's never going to be more than just the father of your child?"
"I think that maybe someday we can be a family." >
Maybe this is your someday.
"Next week I'm going to be in Milan, but after that I was thinking maybe you can let me have her all day this sunday?"
"Sure, I can drop her." You smile, eating a slice of pizza. "Maybe 9?"
"That works. Escuchas princesa? Pasaremos todo el domingo juntos." (You hear that, princess? We are going to spend all Sunday together)
You can't help but feel butterflies on your stomach with him now saying that he can be the one for you.
Your mind works at a million percent the whole week, you can't help but feel like everything he does or says is a signal.
Your daughter insisted on speaking to him because she refused to go to bed without saying I love you to him.
"Vale, now you need to sleep." He says, turning the light on the nightstand off. "Look, even I'm going to sleep."
Gavi was in Milan, the team was coming back in the morning because they wanted to give the team the day in Milan before coming back.
You grab the phone from her hands, walking to the balcony so you won't bother her. "She's off, thank you."
You and Gavi have been talking at night for a couple of nights in a row. It was becoming something you were looking for at the end of the day.
"My mom was at my house the other day, and she almost killed me when she found out she still sleeps with me in my room."
"If you are giving her a room, please don't paint it with the barca colors."
"Que va, I wanted to ask you to help me decorate it. Maybe a bigger bed than those kids ones, so you can crash for the night."
You can feel your smile grow. "We can talk about it when you are back."
You say goodbye, hanging up the call. You can't seem to drop the smile you have. Nothing was going to make you doubt that this was going to the way you wanted.
You know that you should wait and test the waters, but you have waited three years. You'll be fine trusting.
When Sunday finally hit, you woke up earlier than normal. Got your child ready, letting her watch a movie while you got ready.
Since Pablo was going to spend the day with her, you thought it would be an amazing idea to join them.
You have this plan in your head that with you joining Pablo will notice that you are compromised with the idea of him being back in your life.
You got yourself ready, putting on some nice clothes, doing some makeup to enhance your features, and doing a little bit more than just brushing your hair.
"Vamos, amor." You call her, turning the tv off. "Papi is waiting."
The whole drive feels quick, you have the best mood. You sing with her in the car to some of her favorite songs, making it the best of it.
"Okay, don't forget your doll." You say, fixing her hair before walking to Gavi's house.
You let her knock on the door, she was also happy that she was going to swim with him. You waited for a few minutes, knocking again because maybe he didn't hear it the first time.
You were on the third time knocking when the door opened. You would have preferred to see a sleepy Gavi or maybe for him not to open the door.
You have to wait a few minutes before answering to her. The shirt she had on was the same one you picked for his past birthday, the same one your daughter gifted him.
"Where's Pablo?" You finally ask.
"Oh, he's inside." She smiles.
You fake a smile, knowing she's not the one at fault here. "Can you call him over? Please."
"Sure, wait here."
You nod, watching him get inside the house. "Hey, bubs." You say to your daughter. "Why don't you go to the car? Mami forgot that papi wanted me to take you for breakfast before coming here."
She nods, you open the car door for her. Telling her that you were only going to take a moment and you'll be back to her.
You turn, finding Gavi looking at you. "Seriously, Pablo?"
"Joder, perdona. I got caught up last, and she was supposed to leave before you dropped her." He explains, making things worse for himself. "She's leaving, I promise."
You roll your eyes, wanting to smack his head to bring some sense into him. It's crazy how he can be so childish in the worst moments.
"I'm not doing this." You say to him.
You should know better than to be disappointed. You should know better than to feel like this was your fault.
"I'm taking her for breakfast, I'll text you when we are done so you can pick her up at the restaurant. Please take a shower and change the sheets."
"Why can't you leave her?"
You scuffed, shaking your head at how stupid he sounds. You walk over to your car, not feeling like explaining the obvious to a boy.
"Pablo." You call him before entering your car. "I don't want you to ever mention that you are < here for me >, okay? You are her dad, and I love you for that, but whatever game you are playing, it's over."
Ferran
"Why do teachers hold meetings so early?" He groans, reading the note his daughter gave him. "Why do I need to be at a 7:30 meeting with her kindergarten teacher?"
"Sucks to be you, huh?" You smirk. "It's not a meeting, you need to pick her report card."
He doesn't argue anymore. Knowing that no matter what he says, he's not winning.
"Oye, venga, why does Mister Puffy get more tea than me?"
"You ate Mister Puffy's cake."
"Pero hombre, he offered it to me."
You shake your head at them, enjoying how Ferran argues with the bear about eating the imaginary cake.
You grab your wallet and Ferran car keys. Walking to where they are, he looks comical.
The chair he's using looks like it's about to lose the fight. The tiara on his head matches the tutu on his hips.
"Do you want anything from the store?" You ask him, fixing the tiara.
"Maybe some carrots and some celery, please." He says, hand on his pockets to get his card. "Amore, do you want anything?"
"Juice." She smiles. "Pwease."
You nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back with dinner, love."
You fix her tiara, moving some of the hairs away from her face. If you love something about being a mom, it's being a girl mom.
"Can I get a kiss?" Ferran asks, trying his luck.
You turn to him, getting closer and grabbing his chin, knowing that if you let him, he'll get advantage of the situation.
You place a kiss on his cheek. You can't lie that you want more, but for now, it's all he gets.
"I'll be back. Don't burn the house." You smile, getting up. "No cookies or snacks while I'm gone. It's about to be dinner time." You warn him.
While you are gone, Ferran keeps playing to the tea party. He even got Mister Puffy to be unnivited after he drank all the tea.
He can't lie that he feels happy. You agreed to move to the house he bought you, being much closer to where he is, even agreeing to let him stay.
He got a three bedroom house, thinking that you would agree to let him stay on the spare bedroom you got.
But no, the couch he picked himself was his own torture. You purposely left the spare room not ready, wanting him to suffer a little bit more.
He wasn't going to complain. The fact that you even let him stay after bedtime was enough for him. The physio can help with the back pain later.
"Papi, I'm hungry."
"Well, me too." He chuckles, making the little girl frown at him. "You look a lot like your mami when you do that."
Thankfully for them, you walk back carrying a supermarket bag and a bag from the Chinese Restaurant you know Ferran loves.
He gets up to help you with the bags, using the opportunity to steal a kiss from you.
"That's rude." You say, moving away tying to hide the blush. "Let's go wash our hands, princesa."
You like having Ferran around more than he used to. Thanks to the small distance, he can spend more time with you two.
After dinner, he took care of getting your daughter ready for bed while you organized the pantry and clean the kitchen.
When you are done, you walk upstairs, finding Ferran reading some princess story. You knock on the door, catching his attention.
"Your blanket and pillow are ready downstairs. Also, if you need towels, they are in her bathroom if you want to take a shower."
He rolls his eyes, "You hate me, that couch is killing me."
"Try to sleep early, we need to be on time tomorrow." You smile, moving to your room.
After making sure your daughter was asleep, he went to the bathroom to take the glitter off. He changes into his clean pijama you place in the bathroom for him to change.
As much as he tries, he can't sleep on that couch. The size was a problem, the roughness of it, the cushion was to stiff.
The other problem was that if he wanted to join his daughter. The small bed wasn't much of a better option, yes it was more comfortable but not big enough for two people.
He grabs his pillow and blanket, moving upstairs to your room. He opens the door carefully, trying not to be loud.
He moves you a little to wake you up. "Five more minutes." You mumble, turning to the other side. He tries one more time, tapping on your shoulder. "What?" You ask, opening only one eye.
He can't help but laugh. "Can I sleep here?" He says with the biggest puppy eyes. "The couch is killing me."
You are too sleepy to care. Nodding and moving to the side to let him into the bed.
He knows he might get kicked out, but it's worth the try. Joining you in bed and wrapping his arms around your body.
You don't argue, feeling the warmth of his body comforting, or maybe it's his lips kissing your shoulder what's relaxing.
"Can we skip tomorrow?" He whispers in your ear.
"No." You whisper back, hearing him curse under his breath. You smile at that, enjoying the warmth you need from him.
You can't lie that he wasn't exaggerating when he used to mention that you were the reason he didn't felt like leaving the bed.
All those times he told you to give him more minutes before training is now turned to you. When you begged him to give you five more minutes, grabbing onto him to make him stay in place.
Now you are suffering from the consequences by being a few minutes later than you should.
"You are here!" You boss and friend say. "I thought you called sick. We had three people doing it."
"Oh no, I was-"
"I don't care, it's you, and I forgive you." She smiles. "Can you take care of the three year olds? I know that's where your daughter is, but I swear I can't stand the blonde mom that's there."
"Will do. Do you want me to just do it in general or one by one."
"Whatever is fine, did Mister ball came?"
You pointer towards the lined up parents. Ferran was holding your daughter while checking his phone.
She gives you a look, making you laugh as you walk into the class. You decide to call one by one.
It wasn't that long, all you have to say was, < Oh, your kid is such angel. Here's a golden star for them >
Ferran was the last one, you know that he was doing that to tease you. When he gets there with that big smirk on his face you can't help but smile.
"Señor Torres," you say, grabbing the report card. "Nice to see you here."
"Oh, my pleasure."
"Well, she's been doing her work in class, she's attentive, she's a hard worker. Wonder who she got that from."
You expect him to pull this praise speech on how she's so like him. "She's like her mom. She's the smartest, nicest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. If I can say something about her is that I'm proud our daughter is like her."
You know that it might not be the place, but you don't care. You grab his face, giving him a kiss.
"Let me take this to the principal, and we can go." You smile at him.
You grab the few report cards that were there. Giving it to your friend and telling her that there was nothing else for you.
She was okay with you leaving, as soon as there were no more parents in the area where you should be, there's no need for you to stay.
"Okay, I'm free." You say, joining them in the entrance. "What if we go for some breakfast and maybe later we can go to the store, I need some boxes."
Ferran grabs your hand, confused frown on his face. "Boxes?" He asks.
You nod. "Yes, I need them to pack the toys and everything." You explain, opening the car door for him to place your daughter on the car seat.
"Why do you want to pack them?" He asks, buckling the girl. "Where are you putting them?"
You smile at him, sometimes you wonder how he's that mindful on the field. "That way I can bring them home to you."
Fermin
"Papa."
Fermin looked up from his seat, he was entertaining his son with painting. "Wow, that's beautiful."
You had this very important project that needed your full attention. Having no other option but to ask Fermin to help you while you finish it.
It was the last project you had of the semester. After this, it was going to be easier for you to concentrate on your child.
It's been two weeks, and you are finally about to finish it. After all the stressful nights and stressful times you put Fermin through.
He was happy to help, even offering to move to his house while you worked on the project. It was easier for him to return from training and pay full attention to his son.
"Want to see mine?" He asks his son. "Mine has a son on the corner." He points to the smiling sun.
He knows he's not the best at entertaining babies. That's why when he's out of ideas, he calls his mom.
His mother makes a plan for them to do, a walk on the beach of Barcelona, a nice evening at the park, swimming in the pool.
You don't worry about what they are doing, you know that your son is secure. You trusted Fermin with any activity.
"Why don't we get you cleaned." He smiles, picking him up. "Then we can take a nap, cause honestly I need one."
"Mama"
"No, amor. Mami is busy right now, and the soonest we leave her alone is the soonest it takes to finish her work."
You hear how Fermin says this to your son. You decided to take a break, a much needed break.
"Hola, guapos." You say, hugging Fermin's back. "I missed you."
"We missed you too, mami."
"I heard you talking about a nap," you smile, pinching your son's cheek. "Can I join?"
Fermin turns, giving your head a kiss. "That sounds like a plan."
You love how Fermin gets to take care of everything. Even when the plans changed in the last minute.
He never argued about it, he just supported you.
You all moved upstairs, ready to take a well-deserved nap you all were craving. Fermin, and you don't share a room, he wanted to give you your space.
But for special occasions like this one, you all share a bed to be more comfortable. That also felt right to you.
You can't lie that these past weeks you felt the luckiest person. Not only was he helping you to an extent not every father feels like doing.
But he's also the type of guy to take you food to the room where you are studying, he takes you coffee, tea, a snack, dinner.
You worked better when he was home because he would make his mission to entertain his son to the point you have enough time to work and to even take a quick break before taking over.
When you get to present your project, you feel nervous because what if it was wrong? You don't want to disappoint everybody.
Fermin texted you a picture of your son and him, wishing you all the best. "We trust you, mami. No matter what, you are our star."
You feel the confidence taki g over you again. You know that no matter what, like his texts read, he was going to be there for you.
You walk home, bag on your arm. You can't wait to take the heels off and to put something more comfortable.
"Hey!" He calls from the kitchen. "We are eating our snack, want some?"
"I was thinking that maybe we can go out later." You say, walking to where he is.
"You okay?" He asks, worried about your blank expression.
You shake your head, trying so hard to hide your smile. "More than okay, I'm fantastic. The professor loved my project so much."
Fermin smiles, getting closer to you. "I'm so proud of you. We both are." He says, giving your cheek a kiss. "You hear that, buddy? Mami got her project approved."
"So, do you want to go out to celebrate?"
"Joder, I more than anything want to."
You both finish with the snack, moving to your rooms to change into something more appropriate for the evening.
You kept it casual formal, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual. It was the perfect middle.
Fermin got a call from his mother, trying to check on him and the baby. She knows sometimes he oversleep, so she's making sure they're awake.
When she hears the news about your project, she gets happy. She likes you a lot and she's always happy about your achievements.
"Okay, talk to you later, kiddos." She says, waving at the camera. "Love you, have fun."
You wave her back, moving one arm of your kid to say goodbye too. You love the small laughs that come out of him.
You order some food, talking about his day. What's next for him in the season, what's next for the next season, everything basically.
"I was wondering something." He says, leaving the fork and knife. "I know that this project is over and that maybe you want to go back to having your own place."
You nod, not because you agree but to show him that you were paying attention. You can't lie that being together was fun.
"I want you to move permanently to my house." He drops the bomb.
"Are you sure?" You ask, scared that maybe he's just used to having you and not because he really thought about it.
"More than sure, I know that I want to have you both with me at all times." He smiles, grabbing your hand. "I also want to ask you something."
"Tell me, you know you can tell me anything." You smile, thumb caressing his hand.
"I want us to try being together. I love you and our son. We are young, yes, but I know that if we both want to, we can do this."
You smile, moving your hand from his. You close the distance between you two, giving him a kiss as an answer.
pairing . . . gavi x secret!love!child!hamilton!reader
summary . . . When your biggest secret is exposed; being the secret love child of the one and only Lewis Hamilton, it seems like your life is over. But then when a boy by the name of Pablo Gavi starts liking your posts, it feels like life isn't so bad anymore
request . . . no!!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! reader is around 19-20! !! the way gavi speaks is probably not accurate but i'm too sick to fix it so !!
faceclaim . . . maria isabel!
alexavia yaps . . . whether reader is from a one night stand or from a established relationship isnt mentioned so its up to you!! DO WE WANT A PART TWO BTW?? i tried to include the lewis child lore as much as i could but like idk its more of a side plot! the last post it shitty asl but im too sick to fix it my pills are doing shit to me
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f1gossip 7 TIME WORLD CHAMPION LEWIS HAMILTON RUMORED TO HAVE A SECRET LOVE CHILD?! last weekend an anonymous source revealed to a popular british magazine that LEWIS HAMILTON had a 18-20 year old (age unknown) daughter! mother is still yet unknown but daughter is called y/n hamilton and has a private instagram
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username1 WHAT.
username2 excuse me???
username3 when i opened insta this was the LAST thing i expected
username4 oh jesus at first i thought she was his baby mama i got scared
username5 shes so gorgeous tho
username6 IUEYGTHSJIUHS??????
username7 WHT THE FUCKL
username8 LEWIS WHAT????? IM SO sHCOKED????
username9 MY SHAYLAAAAAAAA
username10 y/n is such a pretty name wtf? shes also so pretty sigh
username11 i mean with f1 this was bound to happen some time
username12 yeah but not NOW
username13 dawg lewis has had enough of this media shit first with the ferrari signing and now with this
username14 im giggling at the comments theyre so funny
username15 SHE USED TO GO TO MY SCHOLL??????????
username16 can lewis fight
username17 i'd think so yes
username18 TAGGING THEM IS DIABOLICAL
username19 MAMMA MIA??? MADRE MIA???
username20 i will NOT shut up about this until like 2498
username21 stop why is she so pretty
username22 THE lewis hamilton is her dad
username23 i-
username24 COME AGAIN?? WHAR???
username25 who is lewis hamilton? i got this on my feed i dont know who he is
username26 some random racer idk
username27 the comments being a mix of people freaking out and simping is so funny to me
username28 oh to have lewis hamilton's child
username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF HES SO BEAUTIFUL
username30 Y/N?? YOU MEAN Y/N HAMILTON IS ACTUALLY RELATED TO LEWIS???
username31 I FOLLOW HER AND ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A SIMILARITY OR SUM
username32 SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM TOO
username33 CRYING HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE
username34 shes living the dream
username35 i feel so bad for the girl and her mom theyre gonna get so much hate just for existing
username36 sigh i wish i was her
username37 uh whos that? IM lewis' wife
username38 babe.....
username39 this made me laugh ngl
username40 oh god i've met someone more delusional than me that's crazy
username41 FATHERRRRR (literally)
username42 IM SREAMING????
username43 I ALWAYS KNEW LEWIS WAS A DILF
username44 i'm so glad her account is private so yall creeps dont attack her
username45 someone people here are outright DISGUSTING
username46 FR like have some DECENCY this man has a family
username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her
username48 STUNNING.
username49 can he be my step dad
username50 THE GOAT
username51 ONGGGG
username52 FRRR
username53 the next it girl i can feel it
username54 OMG what if she gets with a driver and we get y/n paddock appearances NOT ONLY as lewis' daughter but also as a wag!!!!
username55 oh!
username56 guys dont forget that they are also human beings!!!!!
username57 THE SECOND PIC IM SOBBING THATS SO CUTEEEE THOO LIKE HER MOM PROTECTING LITTLE Y/N FROM THE PAPARAZZI???
username58 id let him hit me with his car
username59 uh
username60 parents (literally)
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yourusername life updates since my secret got out: 1. i've blocked over 2000 gossip sites and removed over 10k people from my followers, 2. i get 50 death threats every minute, 3. my face is in the front of every magazine (in a bad way)
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username61 oh girl i feel so bad for you
username62 gavi in the likes????
username63 only y/n knows how to make a life crisis aesthetic
username64 and to look so pretty while doing so??
username65 queen behaviour
username66 the outfit is not a want its a NEED
username67 50 death threats every MINUTE is crazy
username68 2000??? girl i know your hands were aching
username69 did lewis say anything about this?
username70 hes gone MIA and hasnt said anything
yourbsf don't listen to them pooks, okay? theyre just jealous because youre so pretty and because your dad is THE lewis hamilton
yourusername this made me smile so wide
yourusername i love you so much its unbelievable 😔
yourbsf me too 😔
yourusername lets get married and run away forever
yourbsf yes we should
yourusername ill buy the rings
username72 im still confused on why PABLO GAVIRA is in the likes like sir this is a bad time to shoot your shot
username73 y/n x bsf/name
username74 the otp fr
username75 the lack of lewis is concerning me
username76 fr like WHERE IS HEEEEEE
yourmother you look stunning my love 🤍
yourusername thank you mama 🫶 all your genes
yourmother you flatter me so much
username77 im not crying you are
yourbsf also check my dms i sent you a little message on SOMEONE peeking in your likes
yourusername ill check out right now.....
username78 im like 109% sure its abt gavi
username79 bro who the fuck is gavi and why is he so important
username80 aww y/n looks so cute
yourfriend1 glowing 🤍
yourbsf damn right she is
yourusername oh...😊 you make me blush
yourbsf well its the truth
yourfriend1 sigh what have i done
yourbsf oi shut up let me admire my beautful girl
yourusername i love you your/bsf/name
yourbsf love you too y/n
yourfriend1 i love you so much friend/name of course we'll never leave you out you're such an amazing friend we can't appreicate it you enough 🤍
yourusername are you okay??
yourbsf girl why are you complimenting yourself
yourfriend1 wow yourfriend1 you're so loved around here <33 i'm jealous
username81 HELP IM SOBBING THEIR CONVOS ARE SO FUNNY
username82 how is she so calm wtf
username83 if she ever gets famous NEVER pr train yourbsf
username84 Y/N DONT LET THE HATE GET TO YOU WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!
username85 legit royalty vibes
username86 imagine being this beautiful sigh
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username87 EH???????
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN.
username89 GAVI????
username90 i cannot tell if they are together or if hes flirting
username91 MY man
username92 gorgeous gorgeous girl
username93 stop i feel so bad for her
username94 the hate is deserved
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username95 sooooo is everyone js gonna move on from gavi's comment or...?
username96 holy fuck imagine waking up one day and your biggest secret is out to the world
username97 where to buy that hair asking for a friend
username98 if i could just maul every journalist and reporter that bothers her
username99 im waiting for the fics on her nd gavi
username100 y/n how are you doing so far
yourusername could be better, feel like crying everytime i look out my window
username100 you doesnt deserve the hate babe, we all love you so much
yourusername STOP IM GOING TO CRY 🫶🥹 THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH
yourmother you really don't, gorgeous. we're all here for you
username101 every being so supportive is so sweet like yes y/n fans are the best
username102 100% agreed
username101 like we ARE the best fandom
username102 EXACTLY stan y/n fans for life
username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed
username104 both
username105 HER BESTFRIEND BEING THE SUPPORTIVE OLDER SISTER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT
username106 i just know damn well lewis is on the verge of tears
username107 SHES SO GORGEOUS I CANT
username108 if lewis doesnt comment on this i will personally go over to him and force him to
username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw
username110 y/n and gavi are my dream couple frrrr
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yourusername: sooo???
yourbsf: so this footballer
yourbsf: his name is gavi
yourbsf: and he has liked 20 of your posts
yourusername: whats the problem with that tho i randomly see ppl doing that
yourbsf: he followed you after the article gossip page thing idk got out
yourbsf: THEN he commented a heart emoji which YOU liked
yourusername: what if hes an undercover journalist you never know
yourusername: besides
yourusername: i do NOT remember liking his comment 😭
yourbsf: girl what
yourbsf: he is a world wide known footballer who plays for one of the biggest clubs in the world and has more than 17 million followers
yourbsf: i dont think he'd be an undercover journalist
yourbsf: and you didn't exclude him from the 10k followers you removed after you made your acc private...
yourusername: he could still be a journalist in his secret time you never know
yourusername: running a blog then writing "xoxo gossip girl" at the end of it 😭😭😭😭
yourusername: but like in my defense
yourusername: maybe he followed while i was removing the followers and i didnt see him
yourbsf: your defense is shittier than my shit
yourbsf: y/n don't play games with me you know how i am
yourbsf: besides you have to admit you looked through his acc
yourusername: FINE ILL ADMIT IT
yourusername: hes kinda cute.....
yourusername: KINDA
yourusername: happy now??
yourbsf: yes i am happy now
yourbsf: also kinda my ass your in love with him
yourbsf: i can see your heart eyes through the screen
yourusername: yeah yeah
yourusername: if i post another post and he comments something like a heart or idk ill dm him
yourbsf: bet
yourbsf: send me screenshots
yourusername: i wont bc him commenting in one post is just a COINCEDENCE
yourbsf: say whatever you want y/n
yourbsf: we both know the truth
yourbsf: make sure to capture the whole convo
yourusername: fuck off ❤
yourbsf: see thats the same heart he commented
yourusername: throw yourself into incoming traffic i hate you
yourbsf: you dont <33
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yourbsf so youre in barca now? do i need to remind you who lives in barca too?
yourusername hush
yourbsf did he like it yet?
yourusername before you even
yourbsf and you say he doesnt like you
yourusername ITS JUST A COINCEDENCE
yourbsf keep repeating that to yourself until you believe it
yourusername die
username111 PRETYYYY
username112 in barcelona for someone specific? 👀
username113 barca boy and barca girl, couldnt have been better
username114 please be there for gavi
yourmother stunning 🫶 take care and be safe!
yourusername will do! i've given my location to bsf/name and i'll share it with you now
yourmother your father will met you there, yes?
yourusername yes! we've arranged a meeting in this fancy restaurant
yourmother don't forget to send me pictures
yourusername i won't
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pablogavi hermosa 💙 ❤
yourusername muchas gracias 🫶
pablogavi you know spanish?
yourusername just a tiny bit
pablogavi we can meet up sometime then so i can teach you
pablogavi how long will you be here for?
yourusername around two weeks!
pablogavi better come to a match then and i'll teach you if we win
yourusername and if you lose?
pablogavi you teach me english
yourusername yours is already good though
pablogavi i could use some pratice
yourusername deal
pablogavi ill need to contact you so i can send the details
yourusername is this your way of asking for my number?
pablogavi maybe
yourusername smooth
yourusername my number is XXXXXXXX
pablogavi sent a message
yourusername "hola linda"? really?
pablogavi im just saying the truth
yourusername you amaze me
pablogavi i'm glad
username115 love is in the air eh?
username116 that fit is so adorable omgg
username117 gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi gavi
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yourusername when in barcelona 💙 ❤ VISCA EL BARCA
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username118 y/n tell us everything that happened please
yourusername this is gonna be a long one
yourusername so i went to barca to discuss some legal and press stuff with my father then i got invited to attend a barcelona match in a deal to exchange language knowledge and they won so now i am receiving help in learning spanish
username118 thats a lot to take in....? anyway what happened with lewis??
yourusername he and my mother will try to get back together but until then they both own custody over me and now i am officialy lewis hamilton's daughter for real and you might see me in the paddock
