so this is how it's going to be.
title: so this is how it's going to be.
rating: pg.
pairing(s): Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
word count: 1,256 words.
summary: somebody special breathes new life into Sergio - and it isn’t his lover.
disclaimer : their love is (probably) fictional. everything else is pretty true.
notes : there are no actions exchanged between them, only words. also, this is my first slash/fic posted on lj, please be gentle.
He fluttered his eyes open, but even before he did he knew something was missing, somebody wasn’t were he should have been, the bed was too stiff, too cold. Sergio looked around, his memories of the night before flooding back into his mind. He remembered going some place with friends - a club maybe? That would explain the severe pangs he felt in his head, almost like a hangover. He clearly hadn’t had a lot to drink; usually he would be in a more terrible state than this.
Usually he wouldn’t even be like this. Usually he would be lying next to Fernando, playing with his hair, teasing him gently, rubbing the back of his neck or stroking his arm while he watched him sleep. Fernando was a heavy sleeper. Sergio remembered how, once, both of their cellphones had rung at the same time and in all that racket he hadn’t even opened his eyes.
That was before. Much time had gone by since that, time that had slid between his fingers despite his firm grasp around it. Sergio didn’t wake up next to Fernando anymore. He didn’t hear the annoying song that rang from Nando’s cellphone anymore.
Fernando was somewhere in Spain right now, but he wasn’t with him. He had chosen his wife over him. Which Sergio thought absolutely normal, seeing as she was to give birth. Had she finished already? Was their baby girl out yet? Sergio imagined her looking like Fernando. The same big brown eyes would stare at him shyly. She would blush for some time before getting accustomed to him. Uncle Sergio, she would call him. Tio Sergio. She would come running to him and he would shower her with little presents, much to mama Olalla’s displeasure.
He heard his phone ring from the other end of his apartment. With a heavy grunt, he pulled himself off the bed that echoed with Nando’s absence and sprinted towards the ‘dring dring’.
‘Hola,’ he said, running a hand in his hair. He tried to repress a yawn.
‘Sergio, Sergio?’
Sergio’s heart sank in his chest. He knew the voice that was calling him.
‘Oh hi, Nando,’ he replied. ‘How’s… everything going?’
‘Sergio, I have a daughter.’
Sergio bit his inner lip before saying, with rather forced enthusiam, ‘Congradulations! Oh Nando, that’s great. I’m so happy for you. Is… Is Olalla well?’
‘Yeah, she handled it pretty well, thank God.’
There was a ringing silence between them, disturbed only by their rough breaths.
‘You’re the first to know.’
‘Oh.’ Sergio was surprised. He thought Nando would have told his parents or brother or sister first. But no… He called him. He was his priority. Sergio smiled at himself. ‘What did you name the little angel?’
‘Nora. It means light, I think.’
‘That’s a very pretty name. I’m sure she’ll look just like you.’
‘At this stage she looks more like a hairless kitten.’
They both chuckled.
‘I miss you, Fer.’ There, he had said it. Fernando probably would tell him to bugger off right now; they’ll talk about it later, he would say, his voice ringing with heartache but unable to do otherwise because of the situation he was in at the moment. Sergio would be cool with it - externally, at least.
‘I miss you, too,’ was the unawaited reply. ‘More than you can imagine.’
Sergio’s eyes grew slightly wider. This was a first. Fernando expressing his emotions? It was breaking news, even.
‘I want to… I want to see you, Serg. Before I go back to Liverpool.’
‘Oh...’
‘Tomorrow night?’
‘You leave the next day?’
‘Yes.’
Sergio sighed uneasily and licked his lips. Would this be too much for Nando? It was, after all, a birth that his wife just went through. It wasn’t something ordinary. This child, this little Nora who probably looked all tiny and red right now, this was Fernando in a different version, this was his flesh and blood reproduced with a touch of Olalla. Sergio respected Nando’s wife too much. He didn’t want to cause her any harm, he wanted to be on her side. She was a sweet person, shy just like Nando. She didn’t deserve the shock of finding her husband medling with other men… or particularly one man, Mr Ramos, suposedly and wrongly dubbed the womanizer by his teammates.
No, he didn’t want to hurt her. And he wanted Fernando to be there to support her all till the end, not to eclipse half way through the process.
‘So, do you accept me in your humble home or what?’ asked Fernando, his words itching with slight anxiety.
‘I’m sorry Fernando, I… I can’t.’
‘What? Why?’
Sergio’s heart hurt, but he continued what he started. ‘Olalla needs you right now.’
There was another silence between them. Sergio wasn’t liking this at all.
‘Since when do you fucking care about her?’ said a very irritated Nando.
‘Since she gave birth to your child, to your niña, to your little Nora, that’s when. Fuck. Nando, I thought you were smarter than that.’ He didn’t mean to sound so angry. Maybe it was the alcohol from last night, showing itself through small waves of fury.
‘I am,’ he said. ‘I am, I’m just… I don’t know, I’m confused. Shit, I’m a father. I have somebody under my responsibility from now on… and, wow, I felt, from the minute I held her in my hands, that I’d rather die than have anything bad happen to her.’ He suddenly paused. ‘I’m sorry, Serg. I shouldn’t be telling you this…’
‘It’s okay, babe.’
‘Sergio?’
‘Hm?’
‘Will you be the godfather?’
Sergio laughed, delighted at the idea. He saw himself five years from now, already a sort of second father to little Nora. After all, wasn’t that what a godfather was made for? To provide additional love and security to a child, and love him or her almost as his own? That was what he was going to do. He will love her like his own. He will cherish the ground she walks on - or rather, for the first year, the ground she crawls on.
‘Anything for you, Fernando Torres.’
~
That afternoon, as he sat behind the round kitchen table to eat his lunch, he curiously didn’t poke at it like others days and he didn’t throw the entire plate away - and it was a huge plate, lunch being his main meal of the day. He ate everything, every single grain of reddish rice, every single piece of chicken, every single green leaf in his salad, with ravenous appetite and gulped down his Fanta in much of the same way, enjoying every drop of the sugary drink that fell on his tongue.
Strangely enough, little Nora seemed to have breathed life back into him. He was ready to become her second protector, her tio, and he would shield her from all the evil lurking in the world simply because he didn’t want Fernando to be hurt, to be sad, simply because he wanted Fernando to be happy and enjoy life. If he couldn’t find any other way to do that, then surely this was the answer.
With a large grin on his face, he flicked the television open. It was a celebrity news bulletin and the latest buzz was clearly obvious.
Fernando Torres, padre de una niña was written at the bottom of the screen as pictures of Fernando and Olalla appeared, both smiling at him.
‘Sergio Ramos, tio de la niña,’ said Sergio to himself as he sunk into the couch.
rating: pg.
pairing(s): Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
word count: 1,256 words.
summary: somebody special breathes new life into Sergio - and it isn’t his lover.
disclaimer : their love is (probably) fictional. everything else is pretty true.
notes : there are no actions exchanged between them, only words. also, this is my first slash/fic posted on lj, please be gentle.
He fluttered his eyes open, but even before he did he knew something was missing, somebody wasn’t were he should have been, the bed was too stiff, too cold. Sergio looked around, his memories of the night before flooding back into his mind. He remembered going some place with friends - a club maybe? That would explain the severe pangs he felt in his head, almost like a hangover. He clearly hadn’t had a lot to drink; usually he would be in a more terrible state than this.
Usually he wouldn’t even be like this. Usually he would be lying next to Fernando, playing with his hair, teasing him gently, rubbing the back of his neck or stroking his arm while he watched him sleep. Fernando was a heavy sleeper. Sergio remembered how, once, both of their cellphones had rung at the same time and in all that racket he hadn’t even opened his eyes.
That was before. Much time had gone by since that, time that had slid between his fingers despite his firm grasp around it. Sergio didn’t wake up next to Fernando anymore. He didn’t hear the annoying song that rang from Nando’s cellphone anymore.
Fernando was somewhere in Spain right now, but he wasn’t with him. He had chosen his wife over him. Which Sergio thought absolutely normal, seeing as she was to give birth. Had she finished already? Was their baby girl out yet? Sergio imagined her looking like Fernando. The same big brown eyes would stare at him shyly. She would blush for some time before getting accustomed to him. Uncle Sergio, she would call him. Tio Sergio. She would come running to him and he would shower her with little presents, much to mama Olalla’s displeasure.
He heard his phone ring from the other end of his apartment. With a heavy grunt, he pulled himself off the bed that echoed with Nando’s absence and sprinted towards the ‘dring dring’.
‘Hola,’ he said, running a hand in his hair. He tried to repress a yawn.
‘Sergio, Sergio?’
Sergio’s heart sank in his chest. He knew the voice that was calling him.
‘Oh hi, Nando,’ he replied. ‘How’s… everything going?’
‘Sergio, I have a daughter.’
Sergio bit his inner lip before saying, with rather forced enthusiam, ‘Congradulations! Oh Nando, that’s great. I’m so happy for you. Is… Is Olalla well?’
‘Yeah, she handled it pretty well, thank God.’
There was a ringing silence between them, disturbed only by their rough breaths.
‘You’re the first to know.’
‘Oh.’ Sergio was surprised. He thought Nando would have told his parents or brother or sister first. But no… He called him. He was his priority. Sergio smiled at himself. ‘What did you name the little angel?’
‘Nora. It means light, I think.’
‘That’s a very pretty name. I’m sure she’ll look just like you.’
‘At this stage she looks more like a hairless kitten.’
They both chuckled.
‘I miss you, Fer.’ There, he had said it. Fernando probably would tell him to bugger off right now; they’ll talk about it later, he would say, his voice ringing with heartache but unable to do otherwise because of the situation he was in at the moment. Sergio would be cool with it - externally, at least.
‘I miss you, too,’ was the unawaited reply. ‘More than you can imagine.’
Sergio’s eyes grew slightly wider. This was a first. Fernando expressing his emotions? It was breaking news, even.
‘I want to… I want to see you, Serg. Before I go back to Liverpool.’
‘Oh...’
‘Tomorrow night?’
‘You leave the next day?’
‘Yes.’
Sergio sighed uneasily and licked his lips. Would this be too much for Nando? It was, after all, a birth that his wife just went through. It wasn’t something ordinary. This child, this little Nora who probably looked all tiny and red right now, this was Fernando in a different version, this was his flesh and blood reproduced with a touch of Olalla. Sergio respected Nando’s wife too much. He didn’t want to cause her any harm, he wanted to be on her side. She was a sweet person, shy just like Nando. She didn’t deserve the shock of finding her husband medling with other men… or particularly one man, Mr Ramos, suposedly and wrongly dubbed the womanizer by his teammates.
No, he didn’t want to hurt her. And he wanted Fernando to be there to support her all till the end, not to eclipse half way through the process.
‘So, do you accept me in your humble home or what?’ asked Fernando, his words itching with slight anxiety.
‘I’m sorry Fernando, I… I can’t.’
‘What? Why?’
Sergio’s heart hurt, but he continued what he started. ‘Olalla needs you right now.’
There was another silence between them. Sergio wasn’t liking this at all.
‘Since when do you fucking care about her?’ said a very irritated Nando.
‘Since she gave birth to your child, to your niña, to your little Nora, that’s when. Fuck. Nando, I thought you were smarter than that.’ He didn’t mean to sound so angry. Maybe it was the alcohol from last night, showing itself through small waves of fury.
‘I am,’ he said. ‘I am, I’m just… I don’t know, I’m confused. Shit, I’m a father. I have somebody under my responsibility from now on… and, wow, I felt, from the minute I held her in my hands, that I’d rather die than have anything bad happen to her.’ He suddenly paused. ‘I’m sorry, Serg. I shouldn’t be telling you this…’
‘It’s okay, babe.’
‘Sergio?’
‘Hm?’
‘Will you be the godfather?’
Sergio laughed, delighted at the idea. He saw himself five years from now, already a sort of second father to little Nora. After all, wasn’t that what a godfather was made for? To provide additional love and security to a child, and love him or her almost as his own? That was what he was going to do. He will love her like his own. He will cherish the ground she walks on - or rather, for the first year, the ground she crawls on.
‘Anything for you, Fernando Torres.’
~
That afternoon, as he sat behind the round kitchen table to eat his lunch, he curiously didn’t poke at it like others days and he didn’t throw the entire plate away - and it was a huge plate, lunch being his main meal of the day. He ate everything, every single grain of reddish rice, every single piece of chicken, every single green leaf in his salad, with ravenous appetite and gulped down his Fanta in much of the same way, enjoying every drop of the sugary drink that fell on his tongue.
Strangely enough, little Nora seemed to have breathed life back into him. He was ready to become her second protector, her tio, and he would shield her from all the evil lurking in the world simply because he didn’t want Fernando to be hurt, to be sad, simply because he wanted Fernando to be happy and enjoy life. If he couldn’t find any other way to do that, then surely this was the answer.
With a large grin on his face, he flicked the television open. It was a celebrity news bulletin and the latest buzz was clearly obvious.
Fernando Torres, padre de una niña was written at the bottom of the screen as pictures of Fernando and Olalla appeared, both smiling at him.
‘Sergio Ramos, tio de la niña,’ said Sergio to himself as he sunk into the couch.