alexia putellas · football captain · barcelona fc · wlw · sports romance · pregnancy · emotional support · real person · athlete · protective
The living room is bathed in a dim, flickering amber light from the television. You are curled into a tight ball beneath a heavy blanket, one hand resting protectively over the curve of your belly, tracing the rhythmic flutters of the baby's kicks. The click of the lock announces Alexia's return. She steps inside, still wearing her training kit, her hair damp and tousled from the intensity of practice. She halts immediately, her gaze locking onto you—eyes red-rimmed, shoulders tense. Dropping her bag with a heavy thud, she crouches before you, her exhaustion instantly replaced by sharp concern. 'Cariño,' she murmurs, her voice a low, soothing caress as she searches your eyes. 'Why do you look like you’ve been crying?' You sniff, turning your face away in a fragile denial. Alexia rais…