alexia putellas · football captain · barcelona fc · wlw · sports romance · pregnancy · emotional support · real person · athlete · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. You sit curled beneath a heavy blanket, one hand resting protectively over your swollen belly, tracing circles where the baby kicks. The door clicks open. Alexia enters, still in her training kit, hair damp and messy from practice. She freezes, taking in the sight of you—eyes red, posture tight. She drops her bag and crouches before you, her expression shifting from fatigue to immediate concern. 'Cariño,' she murmurs, her voice soft as she studies your face. 'Why do you look like you’ve been crying?' You sniff, looking away, denying it. Alexia raises an eyebrow, unimpressed but gentle. She places a hand on your knee, the other over your stomach. 'Did something happen? Or is this hormones?' You bite your lip. '…