Childish Antics
Title: Childish Antics
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG-13 or R if you’re objective about language.
Word Count: 3,120
Summary: Sergio wants a kid.
Disclaimer: This is so made up that it’s almost shocking (save a few things here and there). Anyone who says this is real needs to show me video and/or pictorial evidence.
Just made this up after reading a post from Pat imyourheroine <3
A/N: Not set around any sort of real time frame just so I could keep that sort of “fictional-esk” aspect of it. Also, just pretend Fernando isn’t having a kid in real life just for the sake of this fic por favor.
Sitting at the end of our hotel bed, Fernando moves his free hand animatedly as he holds his cell phone to his ear; not bothering to keep his voice at a reasonable level as he talks to his sister.
Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with this, but after a few drinks and the incessant running around on the training field, the only thing in my foreseeable future was slumber.
I curl one arm beneath the pillow behind my head and yawn, partially listening to Fernando’s side of the conversation as my eyes begin to slip shut and I start drifting off.
I suddenly jump slightly at the sound of his cell phone snapping shut, echoes through the hotel room.
Fernando crawls back into bed with me and he reaches over to set his phone on the bedside table, turning the light off before he pulls the comforter and sheets over his body and cuddles close to me.
“How’s she feeling?” I mumble, shifting to wrap my arm around his shoulder to pull him to me.
Fernando squirms around for a few moments to get comfortable before he rests his cheek against my bare shoulder, his lips delicately brushing my skin as he replies, “Like she’s going to pop. She wouldn’t shut up about her baby shower.”
“That habit runs in the family - the not shutting up part.” I state and he jabs me in the stomach with his index finger before he slips his arms around my waist.
Pressing my lips to the top of his head, I draw him closer to me, my fingers wander up the side of his neck and find their way into his light mop of hair, “How was it?”
“Over the top. Extravagant. You know how my mom is,” Fernando yawns as the pads of his fingers rub over the small of my back.
He curls his body into mine, fitting himself against me, and I feel his eyelashes flutter against my skin, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he raises his head from my shoulder so he can kiss me tenderly, his voice quiet “Night, Serg.”
I press my lips back to his gently and bid him sweet dreams before Fernando returns his cheek to my shoulder, his lean but capable fingers splaying over my lower back.
The two of us lie there, attempting to fall asleep but by the incessant drumming of Fernando’s fingers on my back and the fact that my fingers were still idly playing, twisting, and tugging strands of his hair, made it obvious that neither one of us were anywhere near sleep.
I bury my nose in Fernando’s hair after I slide my other arm around him, catching bright goldish pieces of hair in my mouth as I talk, “Have you ever thought about us having kids?”
“What?” Fernando pushes himself away from me swiftly and reaches behind him to turn the bedside lamp back on, looking at me with wide eyes and raising a darker shaded eyebrow.
“Have you ever thought about us having kids?” I restate and sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling the covers up around my waist.
Fernando settles beside me, a look of utter confusion on his features as he looks at me, shadows dancing over his face from the dim light of the lamp, “Is this Sergio or the vodka speaking?”
“Fernando, get serious. Have you ever thought about you and me having a kid or two?” I inquire, tilting my head from side to side to crack my neck before I look at him pointedly.
“Once or twice,” he confirms and reaches up to push strands of hair out of his eyes after a failed attempt at blowing the strands away. “I’ve thought about it, yeah, but never seriously. It’s been more in the ‘Damn, that kid won’t shut up; if he was Sergio’s and my son, I’d slap him up the side of his head’ kind of way. Or it was, ‘If one of us could get pregnant, it would totally be me because I’m the one who looks better in a flowery dress in this relationship.’”
I laugh softly and shake my head, smiling warmly, “So you’ve never given it any serious thought?”
“Where is this coming from? It’s almost two in the morning, Sergio, and it’s not even like we’re at home in Madrid or even in Europe, we’re in America” Fernando’s semi-maternal side comes out and he reaches over to feel my forehead but I bat his hand away. “Are you sure you didn’t have some bad food earlier? All this talk about children is starting to scare me, Sergio. This isn’t like you at all.”
“Even if I ate the most god awful spoiled piece of bread Fernando, it wouldn’t be causing me to think about kids,” I roll my eyes and move closer to him, my hip gently pressing against his as he continues to look at me skeptically. “Your sister got me thinking.”
Fernando furrows his eyebrows, tipping his chin down slightly as he looks at me, “What the hell did Mari do to get you thinking?”
“She got pregnant.” I tell him flatly.
Fernando shakes his head and sighs, leaning his head back against the wall behind the bed, “No shit, Sherlock, that was over eight months ago. Kids are great, Sergi, I’m not going to deny that, as long as they’re not yours. Which is why becoming an uncle is fine by me. I can spoil the kid all I want and at the end of the day I can give him or her back to Mari. Children with no strings attached are the best kind.”
“But don’t you want one of your own?” I ask him and he shakes his head, folding his hands nicely in his lap as a smile curls the corners of his lips. “Come on, Fernando. We’ve been together for just almost the same amount of years as Mari and José and they’re going to have a kid in two weeks or less. We’ve lived together for god knows how long. The next logical step to ‘happily ever after,’ is a kid.”
“How about a dog? Or maybe a cat. Even better, we could get a guinea pig,” Fernando adds sarcastically.
Sighing again, I cross my arms over my chest, tilting my head to the side and looking at him expectantly. Fernando meets my eyes and reaches up to absently play with his lip, shaking his head and assuming a position identical to my own.
I throw up my hands in defeat and look at the white stucco ceiling, shaking my head, “It’s hopeless, isn’t it?”
“Seventy-five percent hopeless, yeah,” Fernando affirms and moves to lie back down. Smiling sweetly as he looks up at me, he takes my hand in his and pulls at my arm, urging me to lie down beside him, “Sleep now, talk of children later.”
I shake my head once more, smiling, and reach over Fernando’s frame to turn the light off.
Lying back down next to him, I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me as I say goodnight again, “Buenas noches, Fernando.”
“Night, Sergi,” Fernando yawns as he snuggles close to me, returning his cheek to my shoulder and sighing tiredly.
The two of us lie in silence for a few minutes, the occasional sound of a passing car the only thing breaking it, as my hand gently rubs Fernando’s back while he begins to drift off, his body relaxing into mine and his hand caressing my side.
In typical Sergio fashion, I break the silence, earning a slap in the chest from Fernando as he jumps away from me.
“Wouldn’t it be awesome to walk down the street swinging a little girl with pigtails between us?” I ask into the darkness before Fernando moves away from me quickly and smacks me in the chest. “Or patching up a little boy’s elbows and knees after he falls off of his first two-wheeler?”
Fernando moves over to the edge of the mattress and turns the lamp on, staring at me with his brown eyes, “Not now, Sergio!”
“Then when?” I sit up and return the comforter and sheets to around my waist, raising an eyebrow. “Whenever you say ‘not now, Sergio,’ we never get around to talking about what I want to talk about. This is something we’re going to discuss sometime, so why not now?”
“It’s two-thirty in the fucking morning, Sergio!” Fernando exclaims, throwing his hands up for additional effect. “That’s why!”
I shrug, saying nonchalantly, “We have today off, we can sleep in.”
“Don’t you dare try to send me on a guilt trip, Ramos,” Fernando holds up his index finger and points it at me, pursing his lips as he glowers.
“Who’s sending who on a guilt trip? If I remember correctly, it’s always you making me do this and making me do that. It’s Fernando, Fernando, Fernando. Yeah, you’re like a little pre-teen who wants everything their way, I admit that, but what about what I want out of this relationship, huh?” I tip my head to the side and look at him, cocking an eyebrow.
Fernando gapes, his hands moving to grip the covers around his legs tightly, clenching his teeth as he speaks, “Are you accusing me of not giving you what you want, Sergio? Because if I remember correctly, I’ve given you everything you’ve wanted from day one. I’ve trusted you even though I know you’re not the most trustworthy individual on the planet, I’ve loved you unconditionally from day one, and I’ve stuck with you through all of your shit over the past four years. So don’t even start with me about me not wanting to have kids because the issue of children has never, ever come up in our conversations about us before tonight.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he seethes, still clenching his teeth as he glares at me, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
I set my jaw and mirror his glare as I huff, crossing my arms over my chest more tightly, “It’s still all about you, Fernando. You don’t want to have children so that automatically counts us out from having kids. You don’t even want to compromise, you have your mind made up and you’re so steadfast on your decision that you’re not even going to change it for anyone.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t thrown all this at me all at once, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Fernando shoots back, his eyes bearing into mine harshly, nostrils flaring. “Maybe if you had brought it up in a couple years, we would have an agreement for a kid or two after our careers die down, but you’re presenting all this to me right here in this New York hotel room. You don’t even have the decency to put it on a silver platter. You’re fucking insane, Sergio.”
“See, Fernando? It’s still ‘me, me, me’” I mock, imitating his voice and raising one of my hands to mimic a mouth.
Fernando lifts a hand, balling it into a fist as he stares at me, breathing heavily through his clenched teeth. For a moment, I think he’s going to punch me until he slams his fist into the mattress beside him. He pushes himself off of the bed and collects his iPod and cell phone from the bedside table, knocking the lamp to the floor and sending the room into complete darkness before he storms towards the door, “Have a good fucking night, Sergio.”
“The same to you,” I return, flopping back down on the bed and pulling the covers over my body as I turn on my side, facing away from the door.
Fernando throws the room's door open so it hits the rubber backstop attached to the wall and the room bathes in a low light from the hallway for a moment as he stalks out of the room.
The strip of light shining in the room gradually decreases to nothing as the door slowly closes and I hear Fernando knocking on the door to Iker’s and Cesc’s room, yelling for them to let him in.
The hall returns to silence and I presume one of our teammates has let him into their room for the evening, leaving me alone in the room, in pitch darkness.
I turn over repeatedly in bed before eventually falling into a restless sleep and when I wake up, I find Iker in the room, collecting Fernando’s things. I sit up and lean back against the headboard, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands as I watch the keeper put Fernando’s things back into a black duffel bag, “What, he’s not man enough to come and get his own shit?”
“Shut up, Sergio.” Iker snaps as he packs up the last of my boyfriend’s things, hauling Fernando’s bag over his shoulder before heading towards the door.
Iker slams the door behind him and I climb out of bed, avoiding the shattered glass from the lamp scattered over the carpet as I find clothes, pulling a shirt over my head after putting on a pair of jeans.
Shoving my feet into my shoes, I grab my wallet and phone and head out of the hotel room, surprisingly not finding any of my teammates loitering in the hall.
I decide to head out of the hotel for the day on my own, having a few rabid fans maul me as I wander the streets of New York before finally returning to the hotel around sundown.
Fernando isn’t in the room when I get there, but room service did an impeccable job of cleaning up the broken lamp, even managing to replace it with a new light.
I shed my clothes and step into the bathroom for a shower and, afterwards, I sit on the edge of one of the hotel beds, flipping my cell phone over repeatedly in my hand and mulling over whether to call Fernando or not.
My boyfriend instincts kick in after a few minutes and I flip my phone open, speed dialing his number and holding my phone to my ear.
He doesn’t answer the first several times I call, and I figure that it’s like him to not pick up his phone if I’m calling and he’s mad at me.
I keep calling until he finally does pick up.
“I don’t want to fucking talk to you so don’t fucking waste your breath,” Fernando tells me sharply and I can hear Iker in the background telling Cesc to 'shut it and keep out of it.'
I shake my head and take a seat on one of the beds, lying back and staring at the ceiling.
Iker and Cesc continue to go back and forth in the room across the hall until Fernando shouts at both of them to ‘shut the hell up’, his breathing heavy into the mouthpiece of his phone, “Are you just going to sit here and not say anything or should I just hang up now?”
“You don’t have to hang up, I will,” I retort and pull my phone away from my ear. My thumb moves towards the button to turn it off before I hear Fernando’s voice through the phone, “Sergio, wait!”
After I hold my phone back to my ear, there is a long pause and I can hear Fernando’s soft breathing on the other end of the line. I push myself up into a sitting position and lean forward with my elbows on my knees, my free hand running through my long overly conditioned hair as I mull over whether I should speak up.
When I finally say something, Fernando and I are both rapidly speaking at the same time.
“I’m sorry I act like a selfish PMS-ing woman ninety-nine percent of the time but I love you and I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I’m such a jackass and I take you for granted sometimes but I love you and I’m sorry.”
There is another long break in conversation as I try to understand what Fernando said through our jumbled apologies until Fernando takes the words right out of my mouth, “What?”
I laugh softly and lie back on the bed, holding my right hand up.
Looking at the plain platinum band on my ring finger, I repeat myself, “I’m sorry I’m such a jackass and that I take you for granted sometimes but I’m sorry and I love you.”
“And I’m sorry I act like a selfish PMS-ing woman ninety-nine percent of the time but I love you and I’m sorry,” Fernando replies bashfully and Cesc and Iker ‘aw’ in background.
“Now, will you come back over here? I miss you,” I tell him and push myself off of the bed, walking towards the door.
I pull it open and peer out into the hallway, my cell still next to my ear as I train my eyes on the door of the room Iker and Cesc are sharing.
Fernando giggles lightly and he hesitates slightly before replying, “Maybe.”
“What do you mean ‘maybe’?” I ask and hold the door of my room open with my foot, leaning against the doorway. “I was thinking we could talk about getting a dog.”
Fernando laughs again and the door of Iker and Cesc’s room opens slowly so he can poke his head out into the hall, his eyes wandering for a few seconds before they rest on me across the hall.
He smiles at me, still clutching his cell phone to his ear as he responds, “Maybe.”
We both shut our cell phones and he slides his into the pocket of his hoodie as he steps into the hallway, running to me and throwing his arms around my neck. Instinctively, I circle my arms around his waist and pick him up, swinging him around once before I set him back down on the ground.
Fernando stands on his two feet, his eyelashes fluttering as he tenderly kisses my lips and I gently pull him back into our hotel room, my lips never leaving his.
“Can we have hot make up sex now?” I raise an eyebrow after I pull away from him.
Fernando tips his head back and laughs as he pushes me down onto one of the mattresses, climbing on top of me and leaning down to kiss me again.
My hands move to his hips as he presses his lips to mine firmly, his eyes bearing into mine when he pulls back, a wickedly seductive smirk on his lips.
“Oh, you can count on it.”
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG-13 or R if you’re objective about language.
Word Count: 3,120
Summary: Sergio wants a kid.
Disclaimer: This is so made up that it’s almost shocking (save a few things here and there). Anyone who says this is real needs to show me video and/or pictorial evidence.
Just made this up after reading a post from Pat imyourheroine <3
A/N: Not set around any sort of real time frame just so I could keep that sort of “fictional-esk” aspect of it. Also, just pretend Fernando isn’t having a kid in real life just for the sake of this fic por favor.
Sitting at the end of our hotel bed, Fernando moves his free hand animatedly as he holds his cell phone to his ear; not bothering to keep his voice at a reasonable level as he talks to his sister.
Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with this, but after a few drinks and the incessant running around on the training field, the only thing in my foreseeable future was slumber.
I curl one arm beneath the pillow behind my head and yawn, partially listening to Fernando’s side of the conversation as my eyes begin to slip shut and I start drifting off.
I suddenly jump slightly at the sound of his cell phone snapping shut, echoes through the hotel room.
Fernando crawls back into bed with me and he reaches over to set his phone on the bedside table, turning the light off before he pulls the comforter and sheets over his body and cuddles close to me.
“How’s she feeling?” I mumble, shifting to wrap my arm around his shoulder to pull him to me.
Fernando squirms around for a few moments to get comfortable before he rests his cheek against my bare shoulder, his lips delicately brushing my skin as he replies, “Like she’s going to pop. She wouldn’t shut up about her baby shower.”
“That habit runs in the family - the not shutting up part.” I state and he jabs me in the stomach with his index finger before he slips his arms around my waist.
Pressing my lips to the top of his head, I draw him closer to me, my fingers wander up the side of his neck and find their way into his light mop of hair, “How was it?”
“Over the top. Extravagant. You know how my mom is,” Fernando yawns as the pads of his fingers rub over the small of my back.
He curls his body into mine, fitting himself against me, and I feel his eyelashes flutter against my skin, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he raises his head from my shoulder so he can kiss me tenderly, his voice quiet “Night, Serg.”
I press my lips back to his gently and bid him sweet dreams before Fernando returns his cheek to my shoulder, his lean but capable fingers splaying over my lower back.
The two of us lie there, attempting to fall asleep but by the incessant drumming of Fernando’s fingers on my back and the fact that my fingers were still idly playing, twisting, and tugging strands of his hair, made it obvious that neither one of us were anywhere near sleep.
I bury my nose in Fernando’s hair after I slide my other arm around him, catching bright goldish pieces of hair in my mouth as I talk, “Have you ever thought about us having kids?”
“What?” Fernando pushes himself away from me swiftly and reaches behind him to turn the bedside lamp back on, looking at me with wide eyes and raising a darker shaded eyebrow.
“Have you ever thought about us having kids?” I restate and sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling the covers up around my waist.
Fernando settles beside me, a look of utter confusion on his features as he looks at me, shadows dancing over his face from the dim light of the lamp, “Is this Sergio or the vodka speaking?”
“Fernando, get serious. Have you ever thought about you and me having a kid or two?” I inquire, tilting my head from side to side to crack my neck before I look at him pointedly.
“Once or twice,” he confirms and reaches up to push strands of hair out of his eyes after a failed attempt at blowing the strands away. “I’ve thought about it, yeah, but never seriously. It’s been more in the ‘Damn, that kid won’t shut up; if he was Sergio’s and my son, I’d slap him up the side of his head’ kind of way. Or it was, ‘If one of us could get pregnant, it would totally be me because I’m the one who looks better in a flowery dress in this relationship.’”
I laugh softly and shake my head, smiling warmly, “So you’ve never given it any serious thought?”
“Where is this coming from? It’s almost two in the morning, Sergio, and it’s not even like we’re at home in Madrid or even in Europe, we’re in America” Fernando’s semi-maternal side comes out and he reaches over to feel my forehead but I bat his hand away. “Are you sure you didn’t have some bad food earlier? All this talk about children is starting to scare me, Sergio. This isn’t like you at all.”
“Even if I ate the most god awful spoiled piece of bread Fernando, it wouldn’t be causing me to think about kids,” I roll my eyes and move closer to him, my hip gently pressing against his as he continues to look at me skeptically. “Your sister got me thinking.”
Fernando furrows his eyebrows, tipping his chin down slightly as he looks at me, “What the hell did Mari do to get you thinking?”
“She got pregnant.” I tell him flatly.
Fernando shakes his head and sighs, leaning his head back against the wall behind the bed, “No shit, Sherlock, that was over eight months ago. Kids are great, Sergi, I’m not going to deny that, as long as they’re not yours. Which is why becoming an uncle is fine by me. I can spoil the kid all I want and at the end of the day I can give him or her back to Mari. Children with no strings attached are the best kind.”
“But don’t you want one of your own?” I ask him and he shakes his head, folding his hands nicely in his lap as a smile curls the corners of his lips. “Come on, Fernando. We’ve been together for just almost the same amount of years as Mari and José and they’re going to have a kid in two weeks or less. We’ve lived together for god knows how long. The next logical step to ‘happily ever after,’ is a kid.”
“How about a dog? Or maybe a cat. Even better, we could get a guinea pig,” Fernando adds sarcastically.
Sighing again, I cross my arms over my chest, tilting my head to the side and looking at him expectantly. Fernando meets my eyes and reaches up to absently play with his lip, shaking his head and assuming a position identical to my own.
I throw up my hands in defeat and look at the white stucco ceiling, shaking my head, “It’s hopeless, isn’t it?”
“Seventy-five percent hopeless, yeah,” Fernando affirms and moves to lie back down. Smiling sweetly as he looks up at me, he takes my hand in his and pulls at my arm, urging me to lie down beside him, “Sleep now, talk of children later.”
I shake my head once more, smiling, and reach over Fernando’s frame to turn the light off.
Lying back down next to him, I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me as I say goodnight again, “Buenas noches, Fernando.”
“Night, Sergi,” Fernando yawns as he snuggles close to me, returning his cheek to my shoulder and sighing tiredly.
The two of us lie in silence for a few minutes, the occasional sound of a passing car the only thing breaking it, as my hand gently rubs Fernando’s back while he begins to drift off, his body relaxing into mine and his hand caressing my side.
In typical Sergio fashion, I break the silence, earning a slap in the chest from Fernando as he jumps away from me.
“Wouldn’t it be awesome to walk down the street swinging a little girl with pigtails between us?” I ask into the darkness before Fernando moves away from me quickly and smacks me in the chest. “Or patching up a little boy’s elbows and knees after he falls off of his first two-wheeler?”
Fernando moves over to the edge of the mattress and turns the lamp on, staring at me with his brown eyes, “Not now, Sergio!”
“Then when?” I sit up and return the comforter and sheets to around my waist, raising an eyebrow. “Whenever you say ‘not now, Sergio,’ we never get around to talking about what I want to talk about. This is something we’re going to discuss sometime, so why not now?”
“It’s two-thirty in the fucking morning, Sergio!” Fernando exclaims, throwing his hands up for additional effect. “That’s why!”
I shrug, saying nonchalantly, “We have today off, we can sleep in.”
“Don’t you dare try to send me on a guilt trip, Ramos,” Fernando holds up his index finger and points it at me, pursing his lips as he glowers.
“Who’s sending who on a guilt trip? If I remember correctly, it’s always you making me do this and making me do that. It’s Fernando, Fernando, Fernando. Yeah, you’re like a little pre-teen who wants everything their way, I admit that, but what about what I want out of this relationship, huh?” I tip my head to the side and look at him, cocking an eyebrow.
Fernando gapes, his hands moving to grip the covers around his legs tightly, clenching his teeth as he speaks, “Are you accusing me of not giving you what you want, Sergio? Because if I remember correctly, I’ve given you everything you’ve wanted from day one. I’ve trusted you even though I know you’re not the most trustworthy individual on the planet, I’ve loved you unconditionally from day one, and I’ve stuck with you through all of your shit over the past four years. So don’t even start with me about me not wanting to have kids because the issue of children has never, ever come up in our conversations about us before tonight.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he seethes, still clenching his teeth as he glares at me, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
I set my jaw and mirror his glare as I huff, crossing my arms over my chest more tightly, “It’s still all about you, Fernando. You don’t want to have children so that automatically counts us out from having kids. You don’t even want to compromise, you have your mind made up and you’re so steadfast on your decision that you’re not even going to change it for anyone.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t thrown all this at me all at once, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Fernando shoots back, his eyes bearing into mine harshly, nostrils flaring. “Maybe if you had brought it up in a couple years, we would have an agreement for a kid or two after our careers die down, but you’re presenting all this to me right here in this New York hotel room. You don’t even have the decency to put it on a silver platter. You’re fucking insane, Sergio.”
“See, Fernando? It’s still ‘me, me, me’” I mock, imitating his voice and raising one of my hands to mimic a mouth.
Fernando lifts a hand, balling it into a fist as he stares at me, breathing heavily through his clenched teeth. For a moment, I think he’s going to punch me until he slams his fist into the mattress beside him. He pushes himself off of the bed and collects his iPod and cell phone from the bedside table, knocking the lamp to the floor and sending the room into complete darkness before he storms towards the door, “Have a good fucking night, Sergio.”
“The same to you,” I return, flopping back down on the bed and pulling the covers over my body as I turn on my side, facing away from the door.
Fernando throws the room's door open so it hits the rubber backstop attached to the wall and the room bathes in a low light from the hallway for a moment as he stalks out of the room.
The strip of light shining in the room gradually decreases to nothing as the door slowly closes and I hear Fernando knocking on the door to Iker’s and Cesc’s room, yelling for them to let him in.
The hall returns to silence and I presume one of our teammates has let him into their room for the evening, leaving me alone in the room, in pitch darkness.
I turn over repeatedly in bed before eventually falling into a restless sleep and when I wake up, I find Iker in the room, collecting Fernando’s things. I sit up and lean back against the headboard, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands as I watch the keeper put Fernando’s things back into a black duffel bag, “What, he’s not man enough to come and get his own shit?”
“Shut up, Sergio.” Iker snaps as he packs up the last of my boyfriend’s things, hauling Fernando’s bag over his shoulder before heading towards the door.
Iker slams the door behind him and I climb out of bed, avoiding the shattered glass from the lamp scattered over the carpet as I find clothes, pulling a shirt over my head after putting on a pair of jeans.
Shoving my feet into my shoes, I grab my wallet and phone and head out of the hotel room, surprisingly not finding any of my teammates loitering in the hall.
I decide to head out of the hotel for the day on my own, having a few rabid fans maul me as I wander the streets of New York before finally returning to the hotel around sundown.
Fernando isn’t in the room when I get there, but room service did an impeccable job of cleaning up the broken lamp, even managing to replace it with a new light.
I shed my clothes and step into the bathroom for a shower and, afterwards, I sit on the edge of one of the hotel beds, flipping my cell phone over repeatedly in my hand and mulling over whether to call Fernando or not.
My boyfriend instincts kick in after a few minutes and I flip my phone open, speed dialing his number and holding my phone to my ear.
He doesn’t answer the first several times I call, and I figure that it’s like him to not pick up his phone if I’m calling and he’s mad at me.
I keep calling until he finally does pick up.
“I don’t want to fucking talk to you so don’t fucking waste your breath,” Fernando tells me sharply and I can hear Iker in the background telling Cesc to 'shut it and keep out of it.'
I shake my head and take a seat on one of the beds, lying back and staring at the ceiling.
Iker and Cesc continue to go back and forth in the room across the hall until Fernando shouts at both of them to ‘shut the hell up’, his breathing heavy into the mouthpiece of his phone, “Are you just going to sit here and not say anything or should I just hang up now?”
“You don’t have to hang up, I will,” I retort and pull my phone away from my ear. My thumb moves towards the button to turn it off before I hear Fernando’s voice through the phone, “Sergio, wait!”
After I hold my phone back to my ear, there is a long pause and I can hear Fernando’s soft breathing on the other end of the line. I push myself up into a sitting position and lean forward with my elbows on my knees, my free hand running through my long overly conditioned hair as I mull over whether I should speak up.
When I finally say something, Fernando and I are both rapidly speaking at the same time.
“I’m sorry I act like a selfish PMS-ing woman ninety-nine percent of the time but I love you and I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I’m such a jackass and I take you for granted sometimes but I love you and I’m sorry.”
There is another long break in conversation as I try to understand what Fernando said through our jumbled apologies until Fernando takes the words right out of my mouth, “What?”
I laugh softly and lie back on the bed, holding my right hand up.
Looking at the plain platinum band on my ring finger, I repeat myself, “I’m sorry I’m such a jackass and that I take you for granted sometimes but I’m sorry and I love you.”
“And I’m sorry I act like a selfish PMS-ing woman ninety-nine percent of the time but I love you and I’m sorry,” Fernando replies bashfully and Cesc and Iker ‘aw’ in background.
“Now, will you come back over here? I miss you,” I tell him and push myself off of the bed, walking towards the door.
I pull it open and peer out into the hallway, my cell still next to my ear as I train my eyes on the door of the room Iker and Cesc are sharing.
Fernando giggles lightly and he hesitates slightly before replying, “Maybe.”
“What do you mean ‘maybe’?” I ask and hold the door of my room open with my foot, leaning against the doorway. “I was thinking we could talk about getting a dog.”
Fernando laughs again and the door of Iker and Cesc’s room opens slowly so he can poke his head out into the hall, his eyes wandering for a few seconds before they rest on me across the hall.
He smiles at me, still clutching his cell phone to his ear as he responds, “Maybe.”
We both shut our cell phones and he slides his into the pocket of his hoodie as he steps into the hallway, running to me and throwing his arms around my neck. Instinctively, I circle my arms around his waist and pick him up, swinging him around once before I set him back down on the ground.
Fernando stands on his two feet, his eyelashes fluttering as he tenderly kisses my lips and I gently pull him back into our hotel room, my lips never leaving his.
“Can we have hot make up sex now?” I raise an eyebrow after I pull away from him.
Fernando tips his head back and laughs as he pushes me down onto one of the mattresses, climbing on top of me and leaning down to kiss me again.
My hands move to his hips as he presses his lips to mine firmly, his eyes bearing into mine when he pulls back, a wickedly seductive smirk on his lips.
“Oh, you can count on it.”