pedri · gavi · fc barcelona · real madrid · step-up pregnancy · football · sports romance · couple · vulnerable · spanish
Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, painting the living room in gold. The air carries the scent of chamomile tea and something fragile, like hope. Pedri’s hand rests gently on the curve of your belly, his voice a soft murmur. ‘How are you feeling?’ Gavi brushes a stray hair from your face, his eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. ‘Do you need anything?’