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title: three men and a baby
characters: gerard pique, cesc fabregas, leo messi
pairing: g
words: ~850
summary: leo's having a baby.
“We’re having a baby,” Gerard says, voice awe-filled.
“I’m having a baby,” Leo corrects, “You’re having nothing,” but Gerard pretends not to hear him.
“We’re having a baby!” Cesc echoes, and Leo rolls his eyes.
“What are you going to name it?” Gerard demands, and then, without waiting for an answer, “I think Gerard is a good name.”
“Yeah,” Leo says, “That was the first name Antonella suggested, if you can believe it.”
“Really?” Gerard asks.
“No.”
Gerard leans back against his locker. The room is empty, echoing, just the three of them. “So…” he says, and looks to the ceiling like he’s considering. “Are you saying that you’re not going to name it Gerard?”
Leo rolls his eyes again but he’s smiling. “Not Gerard.”
“Franc-“ Cesc starts to say, but Leo cuts him off.
“No.”
Cesc pulls a face for a moment, but he recovers himself quickly. He’s the first to stand and he pulls Leo up with him, pulls him into a hug.
“Congratulations, Leo,” he says.
“Thanks,” Leo says, muffled into Cesc’s shoulder. Leo starts to let go, but Cesc doesn’t, so Leo gives up and swings his arms back around Cesc’s waist. Gerard watches them quietly for a bit, and then he closes his eyes and leans his head back against the lockers. For a moment they’re fifteen again, hanging around after practice long after everyone else is gone; trying to convince Leo to do something or another, lingering before Cesc goes back to Arenys and Leo back to the apartment he shares with his dad - but it passes, and Cesc breaks the silence.
“I can’t believe you’re the first of us,” he says, but it’s not really true - Leo might be the youngest but he’s always been a step ahead of them, in everything. Leo laughs but he doesn’t say anything.
Eventually Cesc loosens his grip and Leo steps back, hair mussed. Gerard opens his eyes and Leo is looking at him like he’s waiting.
Gerard hauls himself off the floor with a huff, like it’s a big inconvenience, but he crushes Leo to his chest before he can roll his eyes again.
He pets Leo’s hair a little. “I really feel…” he starts thoughtfully, and then trails off, meeting Cesc’s eyes over the top of Leo’s head. Cesc is smiling absently.
“Hmp?” Leo makes a sound against his chest, lost in the fabric of his shirt.
“I really feel you should consider naming him Gerard some more,” Gerard finishes finally.
Leo pinches his side hard enough that he jumps away, laughing. Leo straightens his shirt and reaches for his bag. “I don’t think I should let you near my kid, honestly,” he grumbles, and Gerard stops then, steps back to stand near Cesc and watch him, smiling softly.
“Leo,” he says, and Leo looks up at the change in his voice. Gerard sits down on the bench, and Cesc follows, and Leo keeps looking at them, standing a few feet away. “Leo, you’re going to be a dad.”
Leo freezes then, just for a second, and he turns his face away but they still see the smile there, huge and stretching his cheeks, his face flushed with happiness that’s almost hard to look at.
“I’m a dad,” he says softly, almost to himself. He shakes it off quickly, straightening and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Gerard can feel Cesc next to him, warm and solid, and Gerard can picture the look on his face even without looking over.
“I have to go home,” Leo says. He looks at them briefly, and he’s still smiling a little, looking fond. For a moment Gerard wishes he would stay a little longer, go to lunch with them, maybe, but he doesn’t say anything except, “See you tomorrow.” Leo waves to them shortly and then he’s gone, and Gerard is looking at the spot where he used to be.
He stares quietly until Cesc leans against him and it brings him back. “Leo’s a dad,” Cesc says, like he’s testing the words out, weighing them on his tongue. “Leo’s going to have a son.”
“Yeah,” Gerard says absently. He leans back against Cesc, and then harder, exaggerated, pushing Cesc over until Cesc laughs and shoves him off.
Gerard stands up and starts to get his things together. “Just so you know,” he says, “For every Arsenal shirt you buy that kid, I’m getting him three United shirts.”
Cesc stands and pats his pockets to make sure he has his wallet. He shakes his head. “You are awful,” he says. “That poor child.”
“Poor child indeed,” Gerard says, and slams his locker shut. He throws an arm around Cesc’s neck, pulling him into his side. “No one should have to be raised a gooner.”
Cesc tries to pull away from him, but not that hard, and he settles when Gerard doesn't let him go. “I hate you,” he says. “I hope your children are City fans.”
“I hope your children are Madridistas,” Gerard says, and they both stop and make a face at each other.
“That was too far,” Cesc says.
“Yeah,” Gerard agrees, and they go to lunch.
characters: gerard pique, cesc fabregas, leo messi
pairing: g
words: ~850
summary: leo's having a baby.
“We’re having a baby,” Gerard says, voice awe-filled.
“I’m having a baby,” Leo corrects, “You’re having nothing,” but Gerard pretends not to hear him.
“We’re having a baby!” Cesc echoes, and Leo rolls his eyes.
“What are you going to name it?” Gerard demands, and then, without waiting for an answer, “I think Gerard is a good name.”
“Yeah,” Leo says, “That was the first name Antonella suggested, if you can believe it.”
“Really?” Gerard asks.
“No.”
Gerard leans back against his locker. The room is empty, echoing, just the three of them. “So…” he says, and looks to the ceiling like he’s considering. “Are you saying that you’re not going to name it Gerard?”
Leo rolls his eyes again but he’s smiling. “Not Gerard.”
“Franc-“ Cesc starts to say, but Leo cuts him off.
“No.”
Cesc pulls a face for a moment, but he recovers himself quickly. He’s the first to stand and he pulls Leo up with him, pulls him into a hug.
“Congratulations, Leo,” he says.
“Thanks,” Leo says, muffled into Cesc’s shoulder. Leo starts to let go, but Cesc doesn’t, so Leo gives up and swings his arms back around Cesc’s waist. Gerard watches them quietly for a bit, and then he closes his eyes and leans his head back against the lockers. For a moment they’re fifteen again, hanging around after practice long after everyone else is gone; trying to convince Leo to do something or another, lingering before Cesc goes back to Arenys and Leo back to the apartment he shares with his dad - but it passes, and Cesc breaks the silence.
“I can’t believe you’re the first of us,” he says, but it’s not really true - Leo might be the youngest but he’s always been a step ahead of them, in everything. Leo laughs but he doesn’t say anything.
Eventually Cesc loosens his grip and Leo steps back, hair mussed. Gerard opens his eyes and Leo is looking at him like he’s waiting.
Gerard hauls himself off the floor with a huff, like it’s a big inconvenience, but he crushes Leo to his chest before he can roll his eyes again.
He pets Leo’s hair a little. “I really feel…” he starts thoughtfully, and then trails off, meeting Cesc’s eyes over the top of Leo’s head. Cesc is smiling absently.
“Hmp?” Leo makes a sound against his chest, lost in the fabric of his shirt.
“I really feel you should consider naming him Gerard some more,” Gerard finishes finally.
Leo pinches his side hard enough that he jumps away, laughing. Leo straightens his shirt and reaches for his bag. “I don’t think I should let you near my kid, honestly,” he grumbles, and Gerard stops then, steps back to stand near Cesc and watch him, smiling softly.
“Leo,” he says, and Leo looks up at the change in his voice. Gerard sits down on the bench, and Cesc follows, and Leo keeps looking at them, standing a few feet away. “Leo, you’re going to be a dad.”
Leo freezes then, just for a second, and he turns his face away but they still see the smile there, huge and stretching his cheeks, his face flushed with happiness that’s almost hard to look at.
“I’m a dad,” he says softly, almost to himself. He shakes it off quickly, straightening and throwing his bag over his shoulder. Gerard can feel Cesc next to him, warm and solid, and Gerard can picture the look on his face even without looking over.
“I have to go home,” Leo says. He looks at them briefly, and he’s still smiling a little, looking fond. For a moment Gerard wishes he would stay a little longer, go to lunch with them, maybe, but he doesn’t say anything except, “See you tomorrow.” Leo waves to them shortly and then he’s gone, and Gerard is looking at the spot where he used to be.
He stares quietly until Cesc leans against him and it brings him back. “Leo’s a dad,” Cesc says, like he’s testing the words out, weighing them on his tongue. “Leo’s going to have a son.”
“Yeah,” Gerard says absently. He leans back against Cesc, and then harder, exaggerated, pushing Cesc over until Cesc laughs and shoves him off.
Gerard stands up and starts to get his things together. “Just so you know,” he says, “For every Arsenal shirt you buy that kid, I’m getting him three United shirts.”
Cesc stands and pats his pockets to make sure he has his wallet. He shakes his head. “You are awful,” he says. “That poor child.”
“Poor child indeed,” Gerard says, and slams his locker shut. He throws an arm around Cesc’s neck, pulling him into his side. “No one should have to be raised a gooner.”
Cesc tries to pull away from him, but not that hard, and he settles when Gerard doesn't let him go. “I hate you,” he says. “I hope your children are City fans.”
“I hope your children are Madridistas,” Gerard says, and they both stop and make a face at each other.
“That was too far,” Cesc says.
“Yeah,” Gerard agrees, and they go to lunch.